by Dan Moran
“Of course,” said my wife, leaning in close with her candle, in complete control of my helpless, exposed cock and balls as she turned to look at me. “I love you,” she said.
Then she poured a stream of hot wax onto my balls, and I grunted loudly as the searing pain spread over the hairless skin. She did it again and again, dripping, pouring, spattering, bringing the wax up to coat the underside of my dick, Diane still holding everything firmly in place. I could not believe that the wax could be that hot. I could not believe that my genitals could withstand such pain. I looked up at them with a strained expression, and the two of them just looked at me lovingly, as if they were handing me flowers instead of torturing my balls. It was strange and surreal, and I was confused but aroused, in great superficial pain but feeling warmth and satisfaction in my deepest core.
Then I smelt the great peculiar scent of freshly snuffed candles, a kind of pleasant dusty burn in the air, and saw the white strands of smoke curl through the air above me. The two of them put down their candles and rubbed me gently all over. Justine came up to my face and pulled out the gag. “My dear, dear husband,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “My sweet pet. Your torments are nearing an end. We are almost ready to release you. But not quite yet. There are more pictures to take.”
“What are you thinking?” Diane asked.
“I’m thinking that I want you to sit on his face. I had fun with that, but I want to see how it looks. I want to see my husband’s face smothered between your legs. I want some pictures of that.”
“Mmm, sounds great. You know how to use both cameras over there?”
“Yes. Here, the digital is all ready to go whenever you are.”
I saw Diane smiling as she climbed onto the bed, kneeling on the pillows on either side of my face. She looked down at me between her breasts, her black hair hanging in dark curtains that framed her face in shadow, her dark bush only about a foot above me, showing lines of swollen pink lip through the plentiful black hairs. “Look at it,” she said to me, as I heard Justine walking around and clicking pictures. “Love it. Worship it.”
I lifted my head as much as I could, sticking out my tongue, but her pussy was just out of reach. Its smell was strong, and a few wet drops slid out from somewhere and fell onto my chin. “Beg for it,” she said.
“Please,” I gasped with my mouth open, waiting, yearning. “Oh please, Mistress. Please can I have it?”
“You want this?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Very well, slave.” And she lowered her weight onto me, pressing her wet sex into my face, grinding slowly back and forth, masturbating against my mouth. I could not move my jaw to eat her. I couldn’t even move my head. In fact, I realized that I couldn’t really breathe.
“MMggff!” I muttered, the cry sounding strange with my ears blocked by her legs. “MMpphhh! MMMNNH!”
She lifted herself off me then, and I took several deep breaths. “Well, slave? Do you want more?”
I found that I did, and I nodded. She sat on my face again, her hips pressing my head into my pillow, smothering me for almost half a minute before getting up again. I could feel that my entire face was wet. I took two or three breaths and then she said, “Here it is again,” and lowered herself. She repeated this process many more times, and I delighted in being stifled by her hot, wet sex.
At one point, when I was catching my breath again, I heard Justine say, “Now turn around, and let’s get some from this side.”
Diane rotated above me, now facing my feet, and sat on me again, moaning louder now as she ground her crotch into me. “Oh, it’s so good,” she said when she gave me a breather. “Oh, I love your face. I’m going to use it till I come.” Then her ass came down once more, rubbing even harder. I loved being used in this way, still tied up, still just a toy for the pleasure of these women. My dick was leaping, and at some point she grabbed it. Sitting up again, letting me gasp for air, she panted, “Oh, I’m almost there. I’m gonna come. But not you. You may not come yet.” She sat on my face again and began jerking me off as she rode me, just to torment me even more, pleasing my aching flesh but forbidding me the release that I craved. The next time she got up, she whispered urgently, “Quick! Take a deep breath right now!” I did, and she dropped back down immediately, humping urgently at my face until I heard a loud shout, even with my ears covered. Her fat lips pulsed on my wet, smothered face, and she stayed on top of me until her orgasm was finished, the longest interval yet.
When she finally got off me, I gulped at the fresh air like a swimmer breaking the surface after having stayed down too long. Diane rolled onto her side next to me on the bed, also panting, though not as hard as I was. “You’re such a good little whore,” she said, running her fingers over my chest. “You’re a slutty slave eager to please, and you suffer our torments so well.”
“Thank... you... Mistress...” I said, still catching my breath.
Justine came to the bed then and said, “Well, you little slut, it’s my turn now. Hurry up and catch your breath. I’m going to ride your face too.”
“Oh... yes, Mistress. Whatever you desire.”
She smiled. “Good little whore slave,” she said, and pinched my left nipple hard. I gritted my teeth but remained quiet.
“Want me to take pictures?” Diane asked, sitting up.
“Yes,” Justine said, positioning her ass over my face as if getting into a sixty-nine. “I’m going to spank his balls again, and I don’t think we got any shots of it last time.”
“Oh...” I started to whine, lifting my head slightly, but Justine shouted, “Quiet!” and lowered her ass onto my face.
“Mmmmnnnhh!”
“Ooo, that’s right,” she said, squirming and grinding into me. “Try to shout. Ooo, I just love the vibrations when you try to struggle.”
“Okay,” I heard Diane say from the foot of the bed. “The camera’s all set. Go for it.”
Justine raised herself a little, bending her head to peer down at me below her lovely nakedness, her tits jiggling slightly. “Ready for your ball spanking, slave?”
I yielded myself completely, feeling the warm glow of true, complete submission to my wife’s desires and commands. “Yes, Mistress. Whatever you desire.”
“Good.” She sat on me once more, pulled back my cock, still coated in wax, and began spanking my balls with light taps of her fingers. I grunted in pain in spite of myself as she worked them over, slapping lightly from all angles, giving me a sweet ache unlike any other and making me tingle to feel how truly she owned me, how much she commanded and controlled every part of my being at that moment. I wanted nothing more. She gave a few harder smacks then, and I sobbed into her hot, stifling crotch. She lifted herself slightly off my face for a moment and said, “Diane, will you hand me the crop?”
“Of course.”
Justine caressed my stomach with the crop’s tip and said to me, “Now, my eager slave, I’m going to give your balls a good cropping. You’ll love it, you little slut, not in spite of the pain but because of it.” Before I could reply, her wet pussy once again covered my face and muffled my cries as the crop began smacking my balls. She tapped my sack from all sides, then got to the underside and stayed there, swatting me rhythmically, making me squirm, the leg cuffs rubbing against my ankles painfully as my legs worked to get free. It was the now-familiar feeling of really wanting to submit, but the sensations being so intense that I couldn’t help but try to avoid them. I remembered it being like that during some of the first times Justine spanked me. I thought back to that time, when I had no idea I would be here now, doing things like this.
After what seemed like an hour of helpless agony, though it was probably more like five or ten minutes, Justine sat on the pillow above my head. She discarded the crop and held my head in both hands, stroking my cheeks. “See?” she said softly. “You loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, my lovely Mistress.”
“And look. Diane’s taking
some more pictures of your cock and balls. We have good pictures and footage of your torture. I think we’re going to be a big hit on her website.”
“I know we’re going to be a big hit,” Diane said, clicking away at the foot of the bed.
“Well, Diane, I think he’s had nearly enough. I think it’s time we gave this little whore his much-deserved release.”
“Is that what you want, slave?” Diane said, her head tilted to one side. “Are you ready to come?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. Oh so much, yes. Please, please make me come.”
“Well, I suppose you’ve earned it,” Diane replied, placing her camera on a bureau and sinking to her knees at the foot of the bed. She caressed my shins and thighs as she worked her torso onto the bed, lying on her stomach between my legs, breathing heavily on my sore, tormented genitals. “Your poor cock and balls have been through so much,” she said. “I think we should do something to soothe them.” Her face was right next to my balls and she blew softly on them, holding my erection gently by the base. She looked up at Justine. “Can I?”
“Of course. I’d love to see his cock in your mouth.”
“Wonderful,” Diane replied, and then the long, hot weight of her tongue slid across my sack, and I sighed with delight. She lapped slowly, delicately, not seeming to mind the bits of wax that still clung to my skin. Her ministrations were tender and soothing, relieving the various pains and stings, feeling warm and comforting as well as erotic. Justine treated me similarly, rubbing my chest and stomach, blowing hot breath on my skin, doing everything in a slow and soothing way. As much as I got turned on by the agonies these women gave me at various times, it was wonderful in a different way to have them treat me gently. They could be very good to my body as well as tease it or whip it. I couldn’t believe my luck, being able to have nights like this.
Diane licked her long, slow way up to the base of my shaft, tonguing my dick from bottom to top and back again. She used the tip to flick at that sweetly sensitive spot just below the underside of my cockhead, adding more pressure gradually with each lovely lick and smiling as I moaned with pleasure and looked down at her. “That’s it,” whispered Justine. “Look at her. Watch her lick and suck you. It’s lovely, isn’t it?”
I was going to say, “Yes,” but it came out as an inarticulate whimper. Diane quickly slid her head up a couple of inches, kissed the tip of my cock, then slowly lowered her hot mouth onto me, her soft lips forming a tight circle that rolled over my engorged flesh. “OOoohhhh GOD!” I moaned.
Justine whispered into my ear: “She’s sucking you... oh yes, she’s sucking your dick with her hot mouth... oh feel your cock on her hot tongue...” She played with my nipples as she talked dirty into my ear. “You’re such a slut,” she whispered through a satisfied smile.
“Yes,” I answered. “Oh yes, I’m a slut. I’m your little slut slave, oh God, it feels so good ohhhh...”
I felt an unfamiliar sensation then, a little jab between my legs, below the balls. I looked up and saw Diane licking her fingers and spitting on them, and when her hand lowered I felt the probing again. “Unh!” I grunted as I felt her fingertip jab into my ass. She pulled out, and I saw her lower her head and heard her spit again. Then the finger entered me once more, this time sliding wetly in all the way. “Ahhh!” I gasped.
Justine looked up at her. “Are you fucking his ass?” she asked with a slight giggle.
“Since he’s such a slut, he deserves to be fucked like one. Don’t you?”
Justine looked at me. “Well?” she asked. “Are you a little whore? Do you need a good fucking?”
“Oh! I... I... ah! Ooo! Whatever you command... I belon—ah! Belong to you two. Agh! My body is yours...”
“Good little slut,” Justine smiled, patting my cheek. Diane slid her middle finger in and out as she returned to her wonderful sucking. She hummed and slurped, the hot wetness gliding over me, heavenly, while the strange other sensation filled me. “I want to see,” said Justine, and she flattened herself onto my belly to get a close-up view of my crotch. Diane paused, and this time both of them spat. Then there were two fingers being stuffed up my ass. The stretching was more odd than painful, and I didn’t know what to think about it. Diane fingered me steadily, purposefully, while treating my cock to unearthly delight. Justine wriggled back up to the pillow near my head. “I bet you just love it,” she smiled. “You need it. You want it.”
“Mmm-hmmm...” I sighed, caught in a strange state between bliss and bewilderment.
“Oh, you love it,” she went on, leaning over and pulling at my nipples as Diane’s sucking picked up speed. “You love to be whipped and used and fucked...”
“Yessss,” I whispered as the pressure welled up from deep inside. “Oh yesss...”
“You love her mouth on your fat cock, and her fingers in your ass...”
“Uh-huhhh...”
“You love being at our command... look at you, all naked and bound for our pleasure...”
“Uh... uh... huhhhhHHH...”
“Oh, you little slut, you’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“UH-HUHHHHH....”
“She’s sucking you and fucking you and you’re going to come in her mouth...”
“Mmmm,” Diane hummed in anticipation, jerking me now, pulling the skin down from the base of my cock and squeezing as she sucked furiously at my inflamed knob.
“Oh yes OH YES OHHHHH—AH! AWH!! GRRRGGHHH!! HHNNH! AGH!”
I shouted and writhed in my bonds as the lust welled up, pressed me from the inside like a huge wave, and burst through me in a dozen hot spurts. My ass quivered and twitched around Diane’s fingers as I filled her mouth with my hot juices, each spurt feeling like a river, each seeming to take a full minute. I didn’t know how anyone could have that much come inside, but letting go at last and feeling the wonderful explosion as it erupted out of me was an otherworldly sensation. I didn’t even know who I was for several moments, and once I remembered, my first thought was that I was about to pass out. I didn’t, but my vision was spotty, and all of my blood vessels seemed to be vibrating. It was a high like I’d never before experienced, and I let myself drift in it, Justine stroking my hair as I gasped for breath. As I calmed down and came back to myself, I saw Diane approaching the head of the bed. She smiled with closed lips and bent down to kiss me. Turning to her, returning the kiss eagerly, I was surprised when she spit a mouthful of hot fluid into me, holding my jaw to keep my mouth open until she was done. She broke the kiss and held my jaw closed. “Now taste your cum like a good little whore. Come on now, swallow. Gulp it all down.” I strained to comply, it being a little difficult the way she was holding my jaw, but I managed to swallow it in a few small gulps. “All done?” asked Diane. “Every last drop?” I nodded in her grip.
“Show us,” said Justine, leaning over to peer into my mouth. “Open wide. Let’s see.”
I showed them my empty mouth, and when they were satisfied, Diane let go of my face. Justine patted my cheek and said, “Good boy.”
The two of them then proceeded to undo my wrist restraints, quietly, without comment. They freed my legs, and Justine reached for my hand. I took it, and she pulled me up into a sitting position. She sat next to me on the bed and hugged me. “My sweet love,” she said. “Oh, you’re so good. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetness.” I held her tightly and caressed the back of her head.
I heard Diane picking up her camera stuff and starting to return various items to her bags. It seemed to be the end of things, for this night, at least. But something felt awkward. Justine must have felt the same thing, because she looked at me, then at Diane, then back at me. I nodded.
“Diane?” she said.
Diane looked up from where she stood bent over an open bag. “Yes?”
“You don’t have to just leave, you know.”
“Well,” said Diane, straightening up. “It’s late.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m kind of tired out for now.
I think I need some rest. Don’t you two feel that way?”
“Well, yes, a little,” I said. “But I think what Justine is saying is that you can rest for a while here. If you want, that is. I mean...”
Justine reached a hand out toward Diane. The other woman hesitated a moment, then stepped forward and took it. She drew Diane down onto the bed between us, and I scooted to one side a little to make some room. Justine and I both put an arm around her and a hand on her lap.
“What I mean—what we mean—is that we’d love to have you spend the night with us. If you want to. This is all so new and strange and wonderful, and... well... I’d like it if we spent some time hanging out with each other and talking some more.”
Diane turned to look at each of us in turn. “Well,” she said finally. “I did bring that overnight bag, just in case...”
Justine kissed her on the cheek. “Oh, that’s so good of you. You’re a dear to have thought of it. Please stay.”
“Yes,” I said, feeling something new and hard to figure out, but something I wanted to find out, to pursue and discover. “Please do. Spend the night with us. I’ll even cook you breakfast.”
Diane giggled a little at that. “Well, I guess if breakfast is involved...”
Justine smiled and sighed and leaned in, and we all fell into a hug.
Later that night, I woke up in the small and quiet hours. I was on my left side, and I felt the warmth of spooning before I had the strange recognition that it was not Justine’s naked body pressed up against mine. I remembered what had occurred earlier in the night and smiled, reaching across Diane to touch Justine, who lay on the other side of her. I caressed Justine’s shoulder and she gave a soft “mmm,” still in some happy dream. Our strange new friend—our lover, I guess—was sandwiched between us. I wondered what it all meant and where it would go. What do you care? I thought. You’ve been to new realms and new heights, and your wife is intelligent and knows just what to do, and this new one is lovely and reasonable, too, in her own way. Why worry about it. Life is large and holds a lot, and you will learn much from this situation and have a wonderful time doing it. So smile and go back to sleep.