“Now thump me in the tits just as hard!” Her face was beginning to
swell up now and it sounded as though it was painful when she spoke.
But I was actually getting into the mood now so I got down and hit her
hard three or four times right on her nipples. Each time I punched her
she gasped with pain and her body bounced off the floor.

Her next instructions really tested the level of my obedience. I was
naked, kneeling on the floor in front of the computer in “chat mode” with
her when she told me that I was to shave her cock and balls, and that I was
to keep them shaved permanently. “I hate hair around a penis”, she said.
Furthermore, I was not to get a haircut again until she told me to and I
was to let my fingernails grow out. I could see what she had in mind with
these orders, and I made the mistake of asking her to please reconsider.
This earned me 20 minutes with the nipple clamps. When I told Mistress R.
that being shaved would be very awkward to explain to any lover I might be
with, she told me that I could not see anyone else while I was her slave.
She made me agree to this before ordering me to go follow her orders, and
told me that in addition to the nipple clamps, I would not be allowed to
relieve her penis again until she specifically allowed me to do so.
She hung up and I went directly to the bathroom to carry out her last
instructions to me. I was already naked, as she always required me to be
whenever chatting with her, so I took the small butt plug and put it in her
ass, as she had told me to do. I then put on the nipple clamps and left
them on for an interminable 20 minutes of torture. Even worse, she had
forbidden me from handling her penis to take my mind off of the pain.
Finally, it was time to take the clamps off, which I did as gently as
possible. The rush of blood back into my tender nipples was even worse
than clamps, and as I was moaning in pain, I promised myself that I would
not question my Mistress again.
I immediately took a pair of scissors and began clipping away my pubic
hair. I cut away as much as I could, then lathered up. Taking a fresh
razor, I began shaving very carefully around her cock and balls. Finally,
the area around the penis was shaved completely smooth, and I tried to get
used to the unusual feeling. It was not something that I particularly
enjoyed.
I did not hear from my Mistress for another two weeks. During that
time, I shaved every morning as she had told me to do, my skill and speed
growing with each passing day. The strange feeling of being shaved there
heightened my awareness of myself, and I found that the new sensations
caused by this kept her penis hard most of the day, often at inconvenient
times. I wanted desperately to play with myself, but she had forbidden it.
Finally, I was online when she happened to call and she put me into
chat mode. As soon as I saw who it was, I got naked and knelt on the floor
in front of the computer. “Slave,” she typed immediately, “give me your
phone number.” This was something new, but I dutifully gave it to her.
Instantly my phone rang.
“Hello”, I answered.
“Hello, slave,” she said. “Have you followed my orders?” Her voice
was wonderful.
“Yes, Mistress.” Saying ‘yes, Mistress’ was somehow different than
just typing it, and I know I must have sounded very meek as I replied to
her, but at the same time, it seemed quite natural to be speaking with her
this way.
“How long has it been since you relieved my penis?” she asked.
“Over two weeks, Mistress.”
“Go get your drawer of toys, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I retrieved it and resumed my kneeling position on
the floor. All at once, she had transformed our electronic relationship to
a more personal one, and I was helpless to resist her as I did exactly what
she told me to do.
“Have you been shaving every day?,” I heard her ask as I picked up the
phone.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” she said. “Take the penis dildo and suck on it.” Her strange
order took me by surprise, so sudden was the way she said it, but I hurried
to comply. “Put it all the way in your mouth as far as it will go. Let me
hear you work on it,” she ordered. I took the dildo and slid it into my
mouth. I felt like such a slut, kneeling on the floor, completely naked,
on the phone with a woman I had never met, and being ordered to suck on a
plastic penis. I made slurping noises as I sucked on it and moved it back
and forth for about 30 seconds before she ordered me to stop. “I hope you
got it nice and wet. Put it in my ass… NOW, slut.”
I took the dildo and placed the head against her ass. After only a
second or two, she demanded to know, “Is it in yet?”
“Not yet, Mistress,” I answered. I had not even gotten the head in.
“I said NOW, you cunt!”
Without any further delay, I pressed down hard on the dildo, and it
slid painfully inside of me, and I actually yelped in pain. After being
her slave for awhile, I had become very used to being “fucked” by my
Mistress this way, but this was different. When I was alone, I could lube
it up and take as much time as I wanted to get it in. Now, my Mistress was
forcing me to take it with almost no lubrication and having me insert it
quicker than I ever had before. I was even a little bit scared at the tone
of her voice and I began trembling as I knelt there on the floor. “Tell me
when it is in ALL the way,” she said.
Working as quickly as I could, I worked the dildo in and out until,
finally, the entire length was pressing painfully deep inside of me, and
the base was nestled between my quivering white cheeks. At last I told
her, “It is in, Mistress.” I allowed just a little bit of pride into my
voice, pleased that I had obeyed her so well.
“Completely unacceptable, slut,” she said, snapping me back to reality.
“That took you entirely too long and now you will have to be punished. Put
on the nipple clamps…”

I took my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it
out then placed the clamp on it. As the full force of the clamp bit down
on my sensitive nipple, I moaned involuntarily in pain. “Ooh, pet! It
sounds like you enjoy having your nipples hurt,” I heard my Mistress say
over the telephone. Clenching my teeth in anticipation, I repeated the
process on my right nipple and soon had a clamp on it as well. “Just
pretend that those are my fingernails pinching you, pet,” Mistress R.
suggested.
“Yes, Mistress,” I managed to grunt in reply. In truth, the clamps
were almost unbearable on my tender nipples. These clamps were not
adjustable. Instead, they had springs in them so that whenever they were
attached, they were always pressing with full force.
“You do like it when I pinch your nipples like that, don’t you?” she
asked. “Tell me how much you like it, my pet, and beg me to hurt you some
more.”
“Oh Mistress,” I moaned. “Thank you so much for pleasing my nipples.
It feels so good. I wish it really was you. Please Mistress, would you
please hurt me some more? I’ve been bad and I need to be punished.”
“Yes you have, pet. You’re still on the floor, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I was currently kneeling on the floor, completely
naked, with a pair of nipple clamps tightly clinging to my chest, and a 7″
penis shaped dildo shoved all the way inside me. I held the telephone with
one hand while the other held the dildo in place.
“Very good, pet. Take some clothespins and put them on my balls.” She
paused briefly while I did as she said. “Now, take the peppermint oil I
told you to buy, put some on the tip of your finger and rub it all over the
head of my penis.” I did this, too. “Oh, don’t forget to dab a little on
my nipples, too. We wouldn’t want to neglect them, would we?”
“No, Mistress.” The oil felt cold as I put it on, and for about half a
minute or so, not much happened. Then, almost imperceptibly, I began to
feel a growing warmth building. I felt it first on her penis, and after
that on her already abused nipples, which were really beginning to hurt
now.
“Well, slut?” she asked. “How do you like that?”
“It feels good, Mistress,” I lied. “Thank you for being so good to
me.”
“You are welcome, pet.” Tears were starting to stream down my face as
the oil kept getting hotter and hotter on me. The clamps felt like they
were about to pinch me to death and combined with the oil, I was soon
panting and moaning in pain.
“Oooh yes,” my Mistress moaned. “Let me hear you enjoy yourself,
slave. God, you are turning me on.” Over the phone, her voice was
starting to sound a little strained, as well, and I could hear her
breathing heavily.
“Oh, Mistress. It hurts so good, but I don’t know how much more I can
take it.”
“As long as I say! Or did you forget who is in charge here?”
“No, Mistress. I didn’t forget.”
“Good, my little slut. Now, let’s see. What do you want to do next to
please me? I know! Lay on your back and pull your legs up over your head
so that my lovely little penis is hanging over your face. Keep the phone
where you can hear me. Don’t let the dildo come out or your clamps or
clothespins come off. NOW, SLAVE!”
She could really make me move. Before I knew it, I was just as she
wanted me. “And be very careful not to touch my penis at all,” she added.
“Are you ready now?” I replied that I was. “Good. If you keep pleasing
me, I may decide to keep using you for my amusement once in awhile. You
may begin fucking my ass now. I want it hard and deep and fast. You got
that, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I immediately reached up between my legs and started
pulling the dildo out. It was really hard to keep my balance. I couldn’t
believe what was happening to me and how willingly I submitted to her every
whim. In the last hour, she had totally controlled me in every way, until
I know found myself in this bizarre position. I slid the dildo almost all
the way out and then began putting it back in. As ordered, I began
thrusting it in and out. Over the phone, I could hear my Mistress moaning
and grunting.
“Start talking, pet. Tell me what you are doing. Tell me how you feel
and how much you enjoy it. Use your mouth right now to make me cum.” I
began to talk to her. I don’t remember what I said, but as she fucked me
and I listened to her getting off on the other end, all of the pain and
discomfort I was feeling went away. It was replaced with an almost animal
lust that was turning me into the slut she wanted. She sounded so
incredibly sexy. It seemed like the faster my hand worked the dildo, the
louder she got on the phone, and soon she lost all control.
“Oh god,” she screamed. “I’m cumming! Oooooh yesss … yesss … oh
god it feels so good … open your mouth … I’m gonna give you my cum …
oh … goddammit … I’m gonna cum in your mouth … oh shit … don’t
spill any … dammit … cum RIGHT NOW!” I couldn’t believe it. Without
ever being touched at all, her cock, only inches about my face, began to
shoot right into my open mouth. My Mistress was able to make me cum on
command, just by ordering it. I could feel it splashing against my tongue.
“Eat my cum, bitch,” she moaned as stream after stream of the hot sticky
fluid filled my mouth. Some missed and landed on my face.
Finally, one last glob squirted out, landing in my eye. “Swallow all
of my cum, slut,” she said. On her orders, I used my fingers to scoop up
every drop of the sticky cum and then licked it off of my fingers. “How do
you like my cum, pet?”
“To be honest,” I replied, “not very much, Mistress.”
“Too bad, slut. You’ll learn to appreciate it as much as the rest of
me. From now on, you’ll eat every single drop of delicious cum that comes
out of my penis. Understand?” There was a definite hint of malice in her
voice, challenging me to disobey. Of course, I didn’t.
“I understand, Mistress,” I answered resignedly.
“Good!,” she laughed. “You are such a sweet slut. I might even call
you again, IF you are lucky! Now go write my daily report!”
The phone went dead in my ear…

Things continued pretty much the same way for the next few months,
although Mistress never left me alone for long. She always seemed to have
some new instructions to test my obedience or to humiliate me in public
some manner. She seemed to delight in calling me at any hour of the day or
night and putting me through my paces at a moments notice. More often than
not, she would be bring me to the edge of an incredible climax, only to
order me not to cum at the last minute, or, when she did allow me to cum, I
was forced to lick up every drop, something I was quickly becoming
accustomed to.
I should point out that although I always ended up doing everything she
told me to do, they were often things that I did not enjoyed and I
definitely would never have done them on my own. I seemed to have some
powerful need to be forced to do things I found unpleasant. I was also
aware of my very submissive nature which made me want to please and serve
my Mistress in any way that I was able to. Of course, I still had desires
and fantasies of my own involving her, but they were gradually becoming of
secondary importance to me.
At any rate, I was awakened one morning by my Mistress on the
telephone. It was 4:00 am. “Yes, Mistress,” I said as soon as I knew it
was her, assuming a kneeling position on the floor.
“Call in sick to work,” was all she said before she hung up. I didn’t
even remotely have a clue as to what she had in mind, but I did as I was
told. There was some difficulty dealing with the manager on duty, who was
unwilling to take responsibility for my call since that would mean creating
a shortage on another manager’s shift, but finally, I was able to get the
day off.
As expected, the phone rang a few minutes later. “I’m going to let you
meet me today,” she announced. “But before that happens, you will have to
keep a couple of appointments I have made for you. Write this down, slut.”
She gave me the address of a beauty parlor. “You will show up at 8:00 am
and keep the appointment as Roberta. They will know what to do with you,”
she chuckled. She then gave me the address of a manicurist. “Your
appointment there is at 9:30 am. Check in as Roberta there, too.” I took
notes as she spoke. “Make sure you bring plenty of money to pay for all of
this. If you want to meet me today, you had better keep both of these
appointments, slut. Before you go out, insert the small butt plug in my
ass. You will wear it the entire time you are out. Wear the red panties,
too. Of course, the anklet and key will be around your ankle, like always.
Bring the lock with you.” She then told me where to meet her. “If you
can’t do everything I’ve just said, don’t bother showing up. If you don’t
show up, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll see you then, slut.” She
hung up.
As I hung up the phone, my heart was pounding in my chest. Would I be
able to go through with all of that, I asked myself. I couldn’t imagine
not having my Mistress to talk to after the last six months, and I decided
to keep the first appointment and see what happened. I couldn’t sleep the
rest of the morning, and soon it was time to get ready to leave. I
inserted the butt plug, slipped on the red panties, and got dressed. Since
she hadn’t told me what to wear, I picked out some clothes myself; a pair
of slacks and a casual shirt. The anklet and key were already around my
ankle, and I grabbed the lock to give to Mistress.
It had been almost six months since Mistress had ordered me to stop
getting haircuts, and my hair by now was almost touching my shoulders. As
I drove to the beauty salon, I was literally shaking in fear. At the same
time, though, her penis was hard as a rock. The address turned out to be a
house in a residential area. My stomach was in knots and I was torn up
with all kinds of conflicting emotions and feelings. Even as I parked the
car, I didn’t know if I would be able to go through with it, but somehow, I
forced myself out of the car. A sign in the front yard indicated that the
beauty salon was in the back.
I found the salon in what appeared to be an annex of the main house. I
tried the door and it opened. Steeling myself one last time, I entered.
Inside, I found two women, busy cleaning and setting things up. I was
relieved to see that I appeared to be the only customer, since it was
apparently earlier than their normal business hours. One of them turned to
greet me. “Good morning. How can I help you?”
“I am here for an 8:00 appointment for Roberta,” I stuttered
“Oh yes,” she said. “Please sit here and I’ll be right with you.”
Time seemed to crawl by as I sat there waiting, and I felt as if I would
die any moment from embarrassment. Finally, the woman returned. As she
led me to a sink and washed my hair, she explained that she had already
been told how I wanted my hair. “You’ll be out of here in no time.” She
quickly went to work, and I was happy to find out that I was only given a
style cut, which was a relief. It was a distinctly feminine cut, but I
knew that I could deal with it at work with my trusty baseball cap. When
she was done, I paid her $45 and left. As I got in the car, I decided to
continue on to the next appointment, since the first had gone by so well.
I guess I had been expecting to be humiliated or worse, but the women there
had been completely professional at all times. Aside from simply being
there, it hadn’t been that bad.
Things were about the same at the manicurist, although I was not the
only customer there, which was slightly embarrassing when I identified
myself as “Roberta”. However, this appointment went almost as well as the
first. Just the fact that it was a manicure was somewhat more embarrassing
to me than a hair cut, but I did manage to almost enjoy the first manicure
of my life. I liked the touch of the woman’s hands on mine as she expertly
worked on my longer than normal nails. (My Mistress had ordered me to let
them grow as well.) Near the end of the manicure, the girl stopped and
asked me, “Roberta, you did say you wanted the red polish, didn’t you?”
I almost died on the spot, but I managed to nod my head. I watched in
horror as she skillfully painted each and every one of my newly shaped
nails a terribly bright shiny red. “Be careful until those dry,” she
admonished as I rushed to pay the bill and get out of there.
Back in my car, I took a few moments to try and regain my composure.
After all, it was over now and it hadn’t really been that bad. I checked
out the nails, making sure that they were ok. I sure didn’t want them
messed up now. Involuntarily, my ass wiggled in the seat, and I felt the
panties against my skin and the plug filling Mistress’s ass. All in all, I
was pleased once again that I was able to obey.
I started the car and headed towards my final appointment, my meeting
with Mistress R…

Mistress had selected a Denny’s restaurant for our meeting. She had
told me to meet her there at noon, but I showed up at 11:45 am. I did not
want to take any chance of being late and displeasing her, or worse. Time
seemed to slow to a crawl as I sat there in the waiting area near the front
counter, keeping my hands buried in my lap to hide my newly painted red
nails.
More than once, a waitress stopped by and asked me if I needed
anything. I told them no, I was waiting for a friend. I’m sure I must
have looked awfully nervous, scared even, and the workers seemed to keep
glancing at me. It was almost as if the knew.
Patiently, I sat there, waiting for my Mistress to show up. I kept a
close eye on the walkway outside leading up to the restaurant. I had a
very good description of her, and I knew what she would be wearing, so I
knew I would have no problem spotting her.
At around 12:15 pm, I began to wonder if perhaps I was at the wrong
Denny’s. I tried to think back to when she told me to meet her, and now, I
wasn’t so sure that this was the one she met. Finally, around 12:30 pm, I
got up and asked the man at the counter if there were any other Denny’s
nearby. He said that there was.
Now I was almost paralyzed with fear. If I showed up at the wrong
Denny’s, I would almost certainly never be allowed to hear from my Mistress
again, and that really scared me. To say I was a little indecisive at that
moment would definitely be an understatement. I decided to wait a little
while longer before admitting that I made a mistake.
At 12:55 pm, after I had been fidgeting there for 1 hour and 10 minutes
already, I saw her. She was walking up the walkway towards me, and I
instantly knew it was her. I got up and held the door open for her. She
strolled past me and went directly to the counter, and I followed her
inside. Soon, we were seated at table, facing each other.
“You waited for me”, she said. “Good. You passed your first test.”
Although she was not beautiful, she had a lovely smile, and the power and
confidence that she radiated strongly attracted me to her. I felt myself
becoming even more submissive just by being near her. “Of course, I kept
you waiting on purpose.”
We were seated at a table in the corner, and at the table next to us, a
couple sat about five feet away. I squirmed as my Mistress talked, hoping
our neighbors couldn’t hear what she was saying. Although I desperately
wanted to take in every detail of Mistress R., my eyes just naturally
seemed to focus on the table between us. I couldn’t bring myself to look
up into her eyes. I kept my hands under the table, where I played with
them nervously.
A waitress appeared and interrupted us, and without asking me what I
wanted, Mistress ordered for both of us. She ordered an iced tea for
herself and a piece of pie for me. While she was doing this, I took the
chance to glance under the table to admire her feet, ankles, and legs. She
was wearing a pair of low heeled shoes that showed up almost all of her
feet. The waitress left and she caught me looking at her feet.
“Look at me,” she said. I jumped, then slowly brought my gaze up until
I was looking directly looking at her. I couldn’t make eye contact with
her for more than a few seconds, and my eyes kept looking elsewhere. “Why
don’t you put your hands on the table?”, she said softly.
I did as she said, my hands now resting out in the open. I thought I
caught one of our neighbors glancing at my nails. I was so embarrassed,
and I desperately wanted to yank my hands back down into my lap, but I
couldn’t. I glanced up at Mistress, and she was smiling. She seemed
pleased.
“So,” she continued, “you like Star Trek, do you?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t believe how small my voice sounded. How did she
make me sound like that? I realized that it was the very first time I had
spoken since I had met her.
“Do you remember that episode of the Next Generation”, she asked. “The
one on the planet that was ruled by women?”
“Yes,” I replied. Why did her voice sound so loud? I glanced over at
the other couple, and I could almost swear that they were listening.
At that moment, we were interrupted by the return of our waitress with
our order. She set our food down, and I saw her do a double-take at my
hands, which were still out on display. If I didn’t happen to be so
embarrassed at the moment, it would almost have been funny.
I looked down, staring at the pie Mistress had ordered me. Suddenly, I
was so humiliated, I just wanted get out of there. Even as that thought
occurred to me, I knew that I would never leave. I was hooked. All of
this, including the humiliation, I realized, was something that I needed.
Even more than that, I needed the chance to serve and please a woman like
Mistress R., who easily took control of me the way I seemed to need.
I thought about eating my pie, but almost instinctively, I knew that I
should wait. Mistress R.’s voice brought me back to the topic at hand.
“Did you like that episode?”
“Yes”.
“I thought it was very good, too. I liked the thought of a planet
where the women are stronger than the men.” Now, there was no denying it.
The couple next door WAS glancing over at us, and I just knew that they
were hearing everything. “Of course, that is exactly the way it should be.
Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
She smiled again, then an uncomfortable silence fell between us. I
couldn’t bring myself to look at her, but I could feel her eyes on me,
almost as if she was appraising me. I tried my best to hold still and to
not look to nervous, but I realized that I was shaking all over.
“You may have a bite now.”
With a quivering hand, I picked up my fork, my red nails clearly
visible now, and ate a small bite. It occurred to me that I wasn’t the
least bit hungry. Sitting across from me, Mistress watched me closely. I
finished the bite and set the fork back down.
Suddenly, she stood up. “We are going now,” she said. “Leave a tip.”
With that, she walked out of the restaurant. I had to run and find our
waitress, get the check from her, then pay it at the counter. I got
outside and ran to catch up, reaching her just as she got to her car. She
got out her keys and gave them to me. “You will drive”. I opened the
passenger door for her and she got in. Soon, I was sitting in the driver’s
seat.
“Take me to your apartment”, she ordered…

Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and
40, perfect age for her role. She seemed to be well educated, and
spoke faultless English (my German is not perfect, by any means).
She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and
fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was darkly
tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant
female. Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good-
looking, but did not take an active part in any of this. He was more
like her servant. What followed will probably seem like some wild
fantasy to you, but I can assure you that “it happened to me”.

First they gave me a glass of wine, put some music on, and
we talked. Claudia told me that I would have to tell them in advance
exactly where I would draw the line, that is, what things were just
too extreme. Because, she said, once we were in the Studio, I
wouldn’t have any further choice. She was quite nice, but also quite
serious. In the Studio, I was told, I would not refer to her by
name, only by the title Mistress Domina or Madame Domina. I let them
know that I was a beginner at this, but I wanted the full experience.
They assured me that while there would be pain, there would be no
injury. That was enough to satisfy me.

I was taken into the Studio, which had no windows and was
lit only by numerous candles. It was a room filled with the tools
(or toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, dozens of
dildos in a wide array of shapes and sizes. There was even a
collection of English willow schoolmaster’s canes (those things sting
like fire). I can imagine this room would be a dream-come-true to
some, a nightmare-come-alive to others. By this time, I was
beginning to have serious doubts about what I’d gotten into.

I was instructed by Claudia to undress completely, she
would be back in several minutes, and I was to remember not to
address her by her name. She left me alone, and I did exactly as she
asked. Then I waited. Before long, my Mistress returned. She had
completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather corset,
black gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels (and I kid you not).
She was beautiful. She had loosened her long blond hair, and it fell
well below her shoulders. In her hand she carried a black riding
crop.

“Are you ready?”, I was asked.

“Yes”, I replied.

“Yes, WHAT?”, she demanded.

“Yes, Madame Domina!”, I said.

“Good”, was her reply, “do you like what I’m wearing?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”.

“What is this?”, she asked, firmly striking my penis with
the riding crop.

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“Your what?”

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“That’s not a dick”, she said, “I call it a shit-thing.”
“What is this?”, she asked again, and gave my penis another firm
blow.

“My shit-thing”.

“Good, you learn fast”, she said, but not smiling. I
replied, “Thank you Madame Domina”.

“What do you do with that shit-thing?”, my Madame asked me.

Confused, I could think of nothing to say. “Answer!”, she
said. All I could think of was, “I use it to fuck”.

“I don’t think so”, she said, “It’s not big enough or hard
enough. Make it hard!” So I began to masturbate myself into an
erection. “Do not come, do you understand?”, she said, “I will tell
you when you can come.” When I was just about to shoot accidentally,
she cried, “Enough!” Then she said, “Get down on your knees”. I
obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her back toward me, placing
her shoes about two feet apart. “Lick my feet”, she demanded. I
began to lick her black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels.
She was trying to find out if I had a shoe or foot fetish, I believe
(and, incidentally, I do). After a few minutes of this she stopped
me.

“Steh auf! (Stand up!), follow me”, she said, and led me to
a device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled
me into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I was completely
helpless there; I could not have escaped. Then she went to a table
nearby and begin to pick up small clips and weights, which she began
to apply to my balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my cock. She kept
saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really don’t
remember what she said. Did I enjoy this? I guess I have to say,
yes I did. It was definitely a new sensation to me.

She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took
her crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little
and took a picture of me. She waited for a few minutes, peeled the
backing off the photo, and held it up for me to see. “If you’re
good, I’ll let you keep this. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Madame Claudia”, I replied. Suddenly she struck me
across the thighs with her whip, screaming, “You will not address me
by name! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”, I answered.

I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and
weights were left on. My Madame said, “Let’s show Michael”. I
followed her out of the Studio and into the living room of the house,
where Michael was sitting on a couch. He seemed real pleased to see
me in this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being
put on display like this. “Jump!”, Claudia said. I jumped. Yes, it
felt about like you can imagine. “Again!… Again!…Again!”
Finally, I was led back to the Studio, where the little implements of
torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as the blood rushed back
into the clipped skin. Ouch!

Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how
to mount it. There was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed
my dick to be exposed from underneath. I was again tightly bound. I
didn’t know what was coming next, until she approached the table on
which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a small one and
brought it to me, holding it in front of my face. “Guess what I’m
going to do with this?”, she asked. I didn’t have to guess. I’m
just thankful that she had plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the
dildo and gently inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance
that she was going to meet. I’m no stranger to anal sex, so it was
an easy entry, and she said, “Oh, it’s not your first time, is it?
Let’s get a bigger Schwanz (German for cock, a “gummi Schwanz” is a
rubber cock, or dildo). So she selected one that was not only longer
(about 8 inches) but thicker as well. She gave me quite a fucking
with this one, then got another that was even larger. We went
through 5 or 6 dildos, and I was stretched to new dimensions. She
was never rough, though, and I didn’t feel in any danger, I just
enjoyed it. Every few minutes she would reach under the stool to see
if I was hard. I was like a flagpole.

“You’ve had your pleasure, now you must pay for it”, my
Mistress announced, “we’re going to see how much pain you can
endure.” She walked to the rack where all the whips, paddles, and
canes were kept. After making a careful selection, she returned and
instructed me that I would count from one to ten, each count would be
one blow. I could count only in German, and if I missed a count, we
would have to start over. Did I understand? “Yes, Madame Domina”.

The whip fell. “Eins!”, I cried. Again, this time a
little harder. “Zwei!” A third time, even harder. “Drei!” Now I
understood, each lash would be harder than the preceding. She was
using the waver in my voice to gauge my pain. After an irregular
delay, the fourth blow. “Vier!” She would vary the rhythm, causing
me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass
for several seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold
the blow. The anticipation would almost make me cry out. We
continued through the sequence. “Fuenf!…Sechs!…Sieben!” She was
an excellent flogger. “Acht!…Neun!”…and, finally, “Zehn!” By
this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her warning that
should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she wasn’t finished
with me. Back to the rack, for another “Peitsche”, or whip. Then
begin again at number eins. This went on until I’d felt the sting of
most of her whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded
schoolmaster’s canes. “Very good!”, she announced when she was at
last satisfied, “you’ve done better than most, I shall give you what
you want.”

“Thank you, Madame Domina”.

I was released and taken to another leather covered table
that was built like the thing you sit on in a doctor’s office, (or
bend over, depending on your complaint). I was made to lie on this,
on my back and again bound hand and foot. My Madame then took what I
believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my genitals. It
was very cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where
those clamps had been placed on my cock and balls. She then asked
me, “have you ever been told by a doctor that you have any type of
heart problem?” “No, Madame Claudia”. “Then I want you to breathe
something for me, it’s going to make you feel strange, if it’s too
unpleasant, let me know.” She then held a bottle of Rush to each of
my nostrils in turn. I’m sure you know what Rush is. Then she took
a candle from it’s holder and held it over my cock. I began to be a
little bit scared. She wouldn’t set that alcohol on fire, or would
she? I didn’t ask for that! She knew what I was thinking, because
she was playing with my fear. Then she tilted the candle and let the
hot wax drip onto the underside of my cock. It hurt but not too
terribly, maybe because of the Rush, or maybe the alcohol she rubbed
on me. She wanted me to enjoy the sensation. She would drip a
little bit, wait, and then drip a little more. Like I said, not all
bad. Finally this little game, too, was finished.

I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and
told to kneel in front of it. Madame Claudia stood behind me where I
couldn’t see her. I could hear her removing her clothes. When she
came around me and took a seat in the chair, I could see that she had
removed her corset and gloves, and wore only those incredibly sexy
heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both hands on
her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see into her wet
snatch. She was completely shaven! “You will eat me”, she
commanded. I didn’t wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She
gave me instructions while I licked her. I would be told to lick
slowly, then slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did
my best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this ecstasy,
she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that her ass was
thrust toward me. She wanted her asshole rimmed. I was ready and
willing. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman wanted my
tongue in her shit-hole. I licked and kissed that wonderful ass. It
was intensely pleasurable! But this was not the Finale.

“You lick me well”, she said after what seemed to be a very
long time, “I’ve had enough for now”. She turned back over and sat
facing me in the chair. “Lick my feet again”, she instructed me. I
began to lick those marvelous shoes again. “How would you like to
remove my shoes?”, she inquired. “May I, Mistress?”, I asked
eagerly. “Yes, you may”. Slowly and carefully, I took each
exquisite ankle in one hand, and slipped each shoe off with the
other. I don’t know if you have the slightest inclination toward
women’s feet, but believe me when I say that my Madame has the most
delicately beautiful peds I’ve ever seen, and she knew it. I don’t
want to dwell on my particular fetish too much, but her nails looked
like they could have been professionally pedicured, and were neatly
painted in a bold shade of red. The skin of her feet was smooth and
looked well cared for, and they were clean. “Lick them”, she
repeated softly. I licked every inch of her feet, gently between the
toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive little parts of her
body. I’m sure she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had
me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to
concentrate on her feet.

After I’d tongue bathed most of her lower body, she said,
“Give me your cock.” I rose up on my knees and thrust my rigid cock
toward her. She began to rub it with her bare feet. I was ready to
shoot any minute, and I guess it showed because she said, “If you
come, you will have to clean it up, do you understand?” My answer
was, of course, “Yes, Mistress”. She kept massaging my cock and
balls with her lovely feet until finally, I just couldn’t hold it. I
had an explosive eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet.
After all that, the relief was incredible. She waited until my
orgasm had subsided and then firmly asked me, “You remember what I
told you, don’t you?” I said, “Yes, Madame Domina, I must clean up
after myself”. When I began to look around for a tissue or
something, she said, “You’ll use your tongue”. So that’s how it
ended; with me licking my own thick spunk from Madame Claudia’s feet
and floor, and loving it.

Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed
her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had
stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs
on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the
stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in
it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw
eyes about 7′ off the floor on the walls on either side of the
stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap
hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas-
ing them from behind my back. As she tightened the ropes, draw-
ing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be
able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my
chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I
was in trouble. Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my
ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could.
It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix
for that. She put a 3″ wide leather strap across my back below
my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and
buckled it behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool,
she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then
tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back.
She attached another piece of rope to the D-ring but just let it
hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going
to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had
done with her.

My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my
mouth. Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the
evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I
wouldn’t soon forget. She slowly removed her clothes while
fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely
naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my
10″ dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and
sat in it. She told me that if I squirmed around and brought
myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on
my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into the chair, she
put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view
of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into
her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her
clit. As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about
what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current
position. I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to
let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to
a feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t long before she had brought
herself to orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the
chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding
up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn. She
reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me
until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to
part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought
it wouldn’t go any further then she pushed it a little deeper.
Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the under-
side of the stool. I now knew what she had felt like when I had
put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles
to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the
expression on my face and told me that that was just a start.

From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6″ dildo on it,
the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free
to be used for fucking. At first I couldn’t see why she would
use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the
dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she began
greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put
it in my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled
anyway. She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin
she moved around behind me carrying the greased dildo. I tried
to rock my weight back so she couldn’t get to my asshole but she
put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt
the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience
that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my
struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass.
When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie
the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the rope hanging
from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to
me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full
effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up
off the stool. I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the
two dildos rubbing against each other within my body. My feeling
of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember
Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She stood
in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she
wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled
and reached forward and tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked
in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of
both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing
I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I
moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the
directors chair in front of me. She peeled the tape off my
mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then
pointed to the feather and said “Think about it lover”. I was
already begging as she left the basement.

She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen
as I had done with her. The time alone was quite effective, it
gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to
think about all the things she could do to me in this position.
I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been
careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded
me of the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me
she wasn’t going to gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the
way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the
same technique I did with the inflatable gag. Then she remarked
that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using the
long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite
my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the
time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I
couldn’t see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on
the dildos that impaled me. Before she could get to my ribs I
had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out. At this
point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a
show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that
I had tortured her through six orgasms and that I still had 5 to
go. I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to
bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I’d
let her gag me. This didn’t work very well, she stepped around
behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back
until she could force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she
changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs. I
had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the
feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the
dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body
and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good
laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass
cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small
paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we
had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth
and let me know that she hadn’t forgot about my feet and toes.
When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn’t
think straight, I couldn’t scream through the gag and I couldn’t
control the spasms running through my body. My eyes were so
teared that I couldn’t see, my awareness was limited to the brush
traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncon-
trollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body
and blurs of color in front of my eyes.

The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I
wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had
several violent ones. When my eyes cleared she was standing in
front of me watching me. She ran her hands over my sweaty body
and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and
that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that
she should use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and
removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid
it out of me. I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have
the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in
mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochis-
tic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some
pain. Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing
clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she at-
tached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong.
She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes
and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before.
Nodding “yes”, I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was
next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn’t
help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle
and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then
whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my
clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung
off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to
struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my
clit. I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn’t prepared for
the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from
her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted
heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn’t ready
for the pain the tubing could inflict. When the first lash
landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed
louder than ever before. Everytime I jerked from a lash of the
whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight
and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass
while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excit-
ed her. When she stepped around in front of me I could see that
she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she
would work me over until she came. She brushed my left breast
with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head “no”.
When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the
most violent orgasms I think I’ve ever had. I don’t remember
struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I
just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and
my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my
left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to
orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the
weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly
noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were
centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having
your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is some-
thing a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left
but the pain is tremendous.

When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit,
the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so
weak and sore I could hardly walk. She helped me up the stairs
and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and
took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she
dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to
bed. That was several days ago and I’m still sore from the
ordeal she put me through. As I said before, I’m not much into
inflicting pain on Alex but I’m considering giving her a taste of
her own medicine. I’m still looking for a few good ideas but now
I’m willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic
than tickling although probably nothing too serious. Any good
ideas out there??

“Dearest Master,

You were sleeping so quietly, that we decided to make a quick trip to
the store and get some additional groceries and other items. We will be
back as soon as we can.

Most Humbly Yours,

Slave Cathy Slave Linda”

I sat there drinking my coffee and thinking….

“This is turning into a wild week! Shit, not turning, but is! The girls
were both slaves and doninatrix! I hadn’t run across any like this
before. But then again, I am not into being the slave. So, now what?
Hmmmmmm. Well, today I will be in control and WILL stay that way! No
more of this waking up all tied up shit! So what to do… hmmmmm. let’s
see. Cathy likes to be forced huh? Well, I can take care of that! And
Linda really doesn’t like to be dominated. Cathy enjoys pain,….. well
she’ll get her fill of that today! Linda doesn’t like pain but she will
get just as much. Hmmmmm.”

As I sat there thinking, I heard the car pull in. Turning in my chair,
I waited for the girls to enter. The door opened, and both girls
entered with some bags of groceries. When they saw me sitting there,
they quieted up, and came on in. They put the bags on the counter, and
both fell to their knees into the correct submissive position. I looked
at them, and then decided to forbid them clothes today. I told them to
leave the room, undress, put on their wrist and ankle cuffs then to
return. Without a word, they left and I continued to drink my coffee.
When they had returned and were back on their knees, I told Cathy to
make some breakfast for me. I wanted eggs, and bacon, and coffee. Cathy
got up and started to make breakfast. Linda I told to suck on me a bit
to get me in the mood for later. I sat there, watching Cathy work, with
Linda’s hot mouth working on my cock. She was fondling my balls, and
taking every bit of my dick into her mouth. Long slow strokes. Cathy
meanwhile had the skillet going and put some bacon strips in it. When
she reached for an apron, I stopped her!

“Listen you dumb slave!” I said. “I told you not to wear anything this
entire day! that goes for aprons too.”

“Yes Master.” she said. “But the bacon grease will splatter, and it is
hot!”

“Now that’s just too damn bad! And make sure that you don’t burn my
food.”

Cathy returned to cooking, and when the bacon started to sizzle, I
could see her jerk each time a drop of grease hit her. It just added
to my arousal! What with Linda’s mouth making my cock feel so good.
When Cathy said that breakfast was ready, I pushed Linda away, and
moved to the table. I had Cathy get in position to my right, and told
Linda to get under the table and continue sucking. Long about halfway
thru breakfast, I started to cum in linda’s mouth. She never missed a
stroke either! She continued to suck hard on my bucking dick and
swallow as fast as she could. This was great! A good breakfast and two
lovely slaves for pleasure.

After breakfast and another cup of coffee, I went to the main room and
called the girls to me.

“I am going for a short walk now.” I said. “By the time I return, you
will clean up the kitchen, and both take a hot shower. After the
shower, Slave linda will tie Slave Cathy face down on the bed. I want
her ass raised with pillows, and Linda will be kneeling next to the
bed.”

“Yes Master” they both replied.

I wandered around the area for quite some time. Thinking about what I
was going to do. Along the way, I came across a young birch tree and
cut a couple of switches. Long, thin, limber switches. By the time I
had returned to the cabin, I was sure the girls were ready and I had
planned what I was going to do.

When I walked into the bed room Cathy was tied to the bed and her ass
was high. I walked next to it, and ran my hand over its smooth cheeks.
Up and down her legs and brushing her pussy too. I had Linda bring the
large dildo. I put it in Cathy’s mouth and told her to suck on it. When
it was wet, I had Linda hold Cathy’s cheeks apart and then pushed it a
ways up her asshole. Cathy yelped as it went in, but otherwise laid
still. Stepping aside, I handed Linda the thin birch branch. I told
her to begin whipping Cathy starting at the knees and then up to her
shoulders. Each time I felt that she was not hitting Cathy hard enough,
I would give her two strokes.

Linda started in. SNAP…SNAP….SNAP…..SNAP…SNAP.

“Stop.” I said. “Linda, you aren’t doing that hard enough. Assume your
position in front of me.” When she did, I gave her two hard lashes but
not on the ass. One on each breast! The birch left a long thin welt on
the sides of each breast. Each stroke brought a yelp and tears to her
eyes. Then I told her to continue with Cathy. This time, she whipped
her with a will. It took her 30 strokes to reach Cathy’s ass. Another
30 to reach her shoulders. By now, the strokes were less hard, not
because she was being gentle, but her arm was wearing out. Cathy had
started to howl about the 10th stroke. By the 30th, she was screaming.
By then time Linda finished, Cathy was limp and only moaning in pain. I
had Linda release Cathy, and turn her on her back. Once there, I
directed Linda to lick Cathy’s pussy and to suck on her clit! It seemed
to take only a few seconds before cathy began to respond! At first a
low moan, then more and louder. Cathy’s hands came around and held
Linda head and mouth against her pussy. Cathy started to thrust her
hips into Linda face. I could see that she was close to cumming. Even
Linda was moaning a bit.

I yelled at them to quit! They were so involved that I had to lash
linda a couple of times to make her stop. Once she did I gave them new
instructions. This time Linda was to be tied to the bed, and Cathy was
to whip her! But! Linda was to be tied face up!

Linda did not want it! in fact, she begged not to. But I moved over,
and held her wrists while Cathy fastened them to the headboard. Then
came the ankles. With her tied like this, Linda pussy was raised high
and I could see it glisten. I gave the birch to Cathy and told her to
start at Lindas thighs and continue to her breasts! Cathy was still
aroused, but she remembered how Linda had whipped her. She started with
powerful strokes and continued on. Linda on yelped a bit when it was
her legs being hit, but when the birch struck hard on her exposed
pussy, a loud scream rent the room. I could see that Cathy was getting
hotter and hotter from whipping the helpless Linda. She gave Linda
another 6 or 8 strokes right on the pussy before moving on. Each time
Linda screamed more, and tried to avoid the next stroke. But the cuffs
held her. 10 more strokes brought Cathy to lindas nipples. The first
stroke on her nipples and Linda screamed and bounced so hard I thought
the cuffs would break. I was surprised to see that the nipples were
even harder! Two more strokes and linda started to thrust her hips as
high as she could. When I told cathy to stop and to lick Linda, she
practically jumped onto the bed and shoved her face in Linda cunt! As
soon as Linda felt the tongue on her clit, she started to thrash around
and moan. Her moans were loud and seemed to go on forever. Cathy
meanwhile had slipped a finger into her own pussy and was licking Linda
and fingering herself at the same time. I gave her a hard lash on the
ass and told her to stop. She put her hand back up to linda cunt, but
tried to rub her own pussy against the bed.

Climbing onto the bed between Cathy’s legs, I nudged the head of my
cock against Cathy’s asshole. I pushed until the head slipped inside
her and then waited. Then without warning, I thrust forward deep into
her hot ass! As I slammed into her asshole, Cathy let out a muffled
shriek! I continued to plow into her ass and she was pushing back at
me! Every time I stroked into her, she bucked back, When I slammed deep
into her, the force of the thrust would push her face up against linda
muff!

The first to cum was linda. Her hips were bouncing around and her
screams were of pure pleasure! Then I started to spurt my hot cum into
Cathy’s ass. The first spurt seemed to set Cathy off! she screamed into
the pussy in her face, and this set off Linda again. Spurt after spurt
I sent into her hot ass, until finally I was empty! When I pulled out
of Cathy ass, her asshole stayed open for a bit. I released Lindas
cuffs and her clean up Cathy with her tongue. At the same time, I had
cathy clean up my cock with her mouth. Soon we were clean and well worn
out. And here it was only 2 in the afternoon. What a day!

By 6 that night, I was ready to go again. Both the girls were sore from
earlier, so instead of more whipping, I gave them a chance. I had Linda
kneel in front of me, and begging sucking on my cock. Cathy was between
lindas legs licking her pussy. The chance was this I told them. If
linda could suck me off before cathy made her cum, I would whip Cathy.
But if Linda came first, I would whip Linda. Linda grabbed my cock and
sucked for all she was worth! She played with my balls and took my cock
past the back of her mouth and into her throat! Cathy meanwhile was
licking and sucking on Lindas pussy and clit! Each girl was doing the
absolute best they could. It was a close thing, but Linda started to
cum a moment before I did! As I hosed her throat with my cum, she kept
bucking into Cathys face. As I finished, I had Linda lick off my cock
then lick Cathy to an orgasm. As I sat there and watched Linda at work
on cathy, I noticed that linda’s pussy had not been shaved! When she
was done, I had Cathy tie her to the bed face up. Instead of whipping
her, I proceeded to shave her pussy bare! Oh, I pulled a couple of
hairs out by hand, but most I shaved off. I then had Linda released and
we all went back to the main room. I was getting tired by then, but I
still did not want to wake up in the morning all tied down. So….
Telling them that I was ready once more, I had them stay kneeling while
I went to the storage room. In there I found an old broom handle. I cut
a 14 inch length. I used some sand paper to make sure that the ends
were smooth. Then finding a board that was nearly two feet wide and six
foot long I returned to the main room. I had Linda get on her hands and
knees. I put some KY Jelly on the ends of one of the handles then
pushed it into Linda pussy. I had Cathy also get on her hands and knees
and back into linda. As she got near, I guided the handle into her
pussy as well. The girls were butt to butt. Each had about 7 inches of
broom handle in their pussy! The taking some rope, I tied their thighs
together. I put the board across their backs and tied them to the
board. I wrapped rope around and around them. When I was done, the
broom handle kept their ass’s together, and the board prevented them
from moving apart or aside. I ran one last length of rope from cathy’s
wrist cuffs to lindas wrist cuffs. Kissing each of them on the cheek, I
laid them on their sides and went to bed. If they could get out of
this, I deserved to be tied up!

DAY FIVE ——–

Today when I woke up, I was not tied. Stretching slowly, I go up and
walked to the main room. The girls were still tied, and were asleep on
their sides. I could see that they had tried to escape, but without
success. I patted each of them on the ass and they soon woke up. I
quickly untied them, and let them up. When I walked into the kitchen
they followed. I had them get on their knees and talked to them.

“Today will be different that the last few days.” I told them. “Today
we will act as tho everything was usual, and we may even go somewhere
for dinner. How’s that sound to you?”

They looked at each other and Cathy replied. “Whatever you desire our
Master.”

“OK, let me put it this way. Until I call you ‘Slave’, there will be no
more master, or anything. You will both go take a bath and get dressed,
then come back for breakfast. Understood?”

“Yes master.” They said, and quickly left. I soon heard the sound of
water running, and went and listened at the door. I could hear them
laughing and giggling together. When they returned, I had Cathy make
breakfast, and then we all ate. While eating we talked about what to
do. Both girls agreed that they needed a rest before any further
activities. We decided to go to an amusement park that was an hour
away. We piled into the van, and started off. After about 30 minutes on
the way, I told Linda that I needed some attention. She didn’t do
anything until I called her by Slave. Then she snuggled next to me, and
open my trousers. She popped out my dick and began sucking on it. Cathy
sat in the passenger seat and watched. Once in a while she would let
her tongue lick her lips and she seemed a bit flushed. When I came into
Lindas mouth. I felt great! This was going to be a wonderful day. After
Linda cleaned me off, and zipped up my trousers, I told the two of them
to go in back and enjoy themselves. Both were off in a flash! They were
laying down on the carpet and touching and kissing. In a few minutes,
they had stripped and were sixtynining! I could hear their slurping and
sucking as they pleasured each other. They took their time, and both
came in each others arms. By the time we arrived, they were still
getting dressed and were still flushed. We parked the van and went in.
We had a great day! We rode all the rides, and ate hot dogs and drank
coke. We laughed and played and enjoyed ourselves the entire time. Just
before we left, I ran into a friend of mine. John and I had known each
other since we were kids. When I invited him to spend the night with us
at the cabin, both Linda and Cathy started to frown. They got me aside
and told me that they didn’t like the idea. They had too much to lose,
and wanted no part of John. I agreed with them and said that I would
tell john that I was sorry but another time.

John didn’t seem too happy about it, but we soon all left. John going
his way, and us back to the cabin. Once back at the cabin, we had a
nice dinner, and then were watching some T.V.

“Slaves.” I said. “I think it has been a wonderful day, and to top it
off, I have a couple of ideas that I am sure you will like! So go take
a bath then return and get in your positions.

While they were cleaning up, I got undressed, and brought the dildos,
rope and nipple clamps into the main room. When they returned, I had
them put on their cuffs and kneel. I put one clamp on each of their
nipples. Then I led them to the bedroom and had them get on the bed
with their backs to each other. Then I put the ends from ones clamp to
the others nipple.
The two of them were now connected by the chains between the nipple
clamps. If either of them tried to pull away, the chains would tighten,
and force the clamps to tighten on their tender nipple flesh. I snapped
their wrist cuffs together, and the same for the ankle cuffs. I played
with their breasts and pussys for a while and saw that they were
getting wet. I took a dildo and pushed it into each of there cunts! I
turned on the vibrators that were built into the dildos, then left the
room.

As I entered the main room, I heard gravel being crunched by a cars
tires. I knew that John had arrived! This would prove to be an
interesting night. I had given John directions on how to get here, and
he was more than willing. After all, these two women were going to
wear me out. I needed help, and besides, I always wanted to try
screwing a girl in the ass, while another guy was screwing her in the
cunt. A steak sandwich! Yes, tonight was going to be great!

Then Dave came up and introduced himself to you. He was very
hansome, in a sort of Steve Guttenberg way, Curly Black hair, good
muscles, and his tight jeans gave you a good view of his ass. After asking
you to dance he begins coming on strong. You decide, What the hell, and
mention that you have your apartment to yourself for the weekend. Even
the Family that lives downstairs in the house is away visiting relatives.

You both brought cars, so he gets directions from you and says that he’ll
pick up some booze and some snacks on the way. Yu rush home and as you’ve
been feeling horny all day, decide to change into something that will be
suggestive. You go to your closet and put on the red bra that opens in the
front, a white top that has a low scoop neck, and a pair of tight jeans.
You were already wearing your nearly transparent black panties.

Dave rings the bell as you put the last drop of perfume in the valley
between your breasts.

You open the door and Dave walks in. As he begins to speak you
realize that he has had a couple of drinks. He opens a bag to reveal a
quart bottle of rum that is nearly half empty. He is no longer trying to
come on to you, he’s talking as if you were his to do with as he pleased. He
goes to the kitchen and gets a pair of glasses.

Pouring both of you a drink, and not bothering with mixers, he grabs
your ass. Before he had tried very hard to be suave, now he’s just drunk.
You, on the other and are terribly horny. He got you that way and as you try
to think about what to do to salvage the evening he passes drunk into stage
two. He gets up and grabs your left breast in a proprietary way. As you
pull away, your top rips, spilling your breast out into sight.

This is enough. You let him have it in the jaw with your right.
While the punch wasn’t all that much, he falls over, and when you go to him it
is plain that between your punch and his booze, he is dead to the world.

You are really pissed. With great effort you get him turned over and
drag him out of the living room to the bedroom.

Dave woke up in the morning, surprized to find himself unable to move.
When he shook the covers off a bit, he found that his clothes were gone, he
was in a strange room, and that his hands and feet were securely tied. Dave
struggles a bit, and finally calls out. You are downstairs and enter the
room wearing a fairly see through baby doll nighty. Dave sees you and
demands to be untied. You laugh and tell him that he has a few debts to pay
first.

Dave says a nasty word. You wistle and in comes Rex, your
landlord’s german shepard. Rex looks like e works part time as a police
dog. Rex rubs his head against your side, as you tell Dave that Rex will not
like it if hears anyone yelling at you. You tell Rex to go to the living
room and Rex walks out obediently.

You go over Dave’s behavior the way your third grade teacher would
have gone over a fight in the playground. You tell Dave that he needs to
change his attitude, and not to act like a ten year old. When Dave continues
to be unrepetant, you leave and return with a safety razor and a can of
shave cream.

You get on the bed, and as Dave struggles, grip his balls with one hand
and tell him that if he moves, you may nick something. When he continues to
wiggle, you tighten your grip until he lies still.

You are annoyed at his mouth. You take off your baby doll
bottoms, giving him a good though quick look at your proof that your blond
hair is natural and stuff them in his mouth. He tries to keep his mouth closed,
but a little pressure cures that.

You pull an extra rope from under the bed and wrap him about the chest
with it to hold him still. You also use some adhesive tape to keep his mouth
closed.

You ask him how he likes your taste. He can’t answer, but you want to
remind him of what he missed by being a prick and getting drunk. You
spray out a glob of shaving cream and cover his pubic hair with it. You grip
his rod to get leverage. As you shave off his pubic hair you tell him that
you are doing this because if he wants to act like a ten year old, he should
look the part.

His prick shows how even in his present position, he is very turned on
by what you are doing. As you wipe the last of his hair off with the remains
of the foam, you tell him that one of the things he did that made you most
angry was to have gotten you horny and then not to have satisfied you.

There is an angry gleam in your eye as you fondle his prick and balls
and tell him that when you’re finnished with him, he will know how to act
around a woman.

You leave him alone for about 15 minutes and then return, still only
wearing the top, but with a polaroid camera in hour hands. You begin to snap
pictures of him. Because he isn’t erect when you begin, you gently stroke
his member until it is hard. You snap another picture telling him you
want it to be obvious that he’s enjoying himself.

You leave the room and when you return you tell him that you have sent
them to yourself at a friend’s house where they will be safe. If he shows the
propper attitude, you will let him see you destroy them in the middle of the
week.

You are still wearing only the baby doll top. Your muff shows as you
move around, and you can tell from his eyes that he is very interested. You
make a show of bending over so he can see your ass and the blond fringe that
shows between your thighs.

Sitting on the bed, you stretch a moment so that your mound is in full
view, and then reach over and begin to play with his rod. You can hear him
moan through your panties.

You ask him if he likes the way you taste. He squirms at the touch of
your hand, but shakes his head yes. You ask him if he is ready to begin
paying you back. Your hand continues to stroke his cock as he nods yes again.
You ask him if he is ready to taste the real thing. He nods vigorously.
You stand up, letting go of him. He thrusts his hips at your departing
hand, but you walk over to the dresser. Putting a gobb of hand lotion in
your hand, you return.

You smear it over his cock. Tearing the tape off his mouth, you
remove your panties from his mouth, then kneeling on either side of his face
you lower your slick mass of blond curls into his mouth.

His mouth is quite dry, but you are so wet that it doesn’t matter.
You grip the shaft of his rod, being careful not to touch the head (you arn’t
ready to let him have any release) and stroke him as you give him
instructions in licking pussy.

You tell him he must show respect or he will be gagged again, and the
pictures will show up all over campus.

Dave realizes who is the mistress here. He follows your
instructions to the letter as you have orgasm after orgasm.

After making him stop so that you can catch your breath, you look at
the clock and see that it is 11:30 Saturday morning. Your roomate is not
due back until late Sunday. His cock has been hard in your hands for nearly
40 minutes.

You tell him he has done a good job on the first payment and then
reach under the bed. Your hand encounters a collar of Rex’s and his leash.
You put the collar on Dave’s neck, and tell him that you are pleased with him
and that you plan to continue his training. You then untie his left foot
from the bed and tie it to his right foot so that he can take steps of about
1 ft. Untying his right foot you get him up. His hands remain tied behind
his back.

You take him to the bathroom on the leash, and actually give him a touch
of privacy. Then you take him down to te kitchen and make him breakfast,
feeding him by hand. You take him to the living room and tie the end of
the leash to the bottom of the railing on the stairs while you go to put
something else on.

You warn him that you’ll have to punish him if he acts up. You are up in
your room when you hear the front door open. You race down the stairs
wearing only a fairly long shirt when you hear your friend Lisa’s
laughter.

Lisa asks you what is going on, and blushing slightly, you fill her in
on what has happened. She sooks at dave, nude, tied, and on a leash and asks
you if you need some help. You grin and tell her yes.

You take Dave into the back yard. You have sunbathed in the nude here
before because of the high wooden walls, and now have something else
planned. You have Dave sit down on one of the lounges and you and Lisa go
over his body the way that you imagine Jack Nicholson would talk about an
exotic dancer in a sleazy movie. Both of your hands end up going over his
shaft a lot, as you discuss his good and bad points. Lisa asks you about
his being shaved. You giggle and just say it appealed to you at the time.
You tell her that he is fairly good with his tongue.

Lisa wants to find out how good. You arrange Dave over your lap as if
he were a naughty child, trapping his prick between your strong thighs, as
Lisa takes off her blue jeans and puts her pussy under his mouth. You tell
Dave to do a good job, and begin to lightly spank his ass as he licks Lisa’s
steamy cunt.

As Dave licks her you tell him that this is his second payment and begin
really spanking him in ernest. With solid, hard slaps, about every second
you punctuate yis lapping at Lisa.

When you feel him trying to rub his prick against your thighs, you stop
and grip his balls, just to remind him who’s boss. Dave has more trouble
concentrating this time. You keep him frustrated by grabbing his balls
everytime he begins to get a rhythm with his cock on your thighs, and swat
his reddening ass as he licks Lisa. LIsa grabs his head and tries to get
him into the groove, but he cant ignore your discipline.

Finally Lisa says, “I’m so horny, I can’t stand this. Turn him over
on his back.” The two of you turn him over and Lisa climbs on his cock, forcing
it up her hungry cunt, demanding that he fuck her, though she seems to be doing
most of the work. The sight reminds you that you haven’t gotten his cock
in you yet, and your fingers are a poor substitute.

Climbing onto your knees, you lower your dripping cunt over his face,
and demand that he eat you. His tongue is more efficent now and you begin to
come almost immediatly. As you do, you find yourself leaning against Lisa
who first hugs you (as she continues to hump Dave’s captive cock) and then
kisses you.

With Dave’s tongue going back and forth over yor clit, you are
comming nearly all the time, and after a second or two open your mouth and put
your tongue into her mouth. A few seconds later it is all an orgasmic haze,
her tongue, Dave licking you, her hands on your breasts, teasing your hardened
nipples.

You hear Dave moan from under your thighs and know after all the
discipline of the morning he has finally gotten his rocks off. Your hands
seek out Lisa’s breasts, cupping them as your desire peaks. Seconds
later the three of you are lying on the grass in each other’s arms.

You look at Lisa as you regain control, unsure of what has just
happened. Lisa returns your gaze, and reaches over to your well-licked pussy
and puts her hand on it. She begins to rub it back and forth over your
clit, Pulling off her shirt with her other hand. When she is nude, she takes
off your clothing, never for a moment stopping the action on your clit.
She gently moves her face down to it and begins to lick, her hands softly going
to your breasts.

Out of the corner of your eye you see poor Dave, still tied hand and
foot, unable to take his eyes off of the two of you. Lisa licks you into a
warm haze. She goes between your legs, looking up at you through the
valley of your breasts. She begins by parting your love lips and first
licking all of your available juices, and then as she sees you looking down
at her, she grins and puts her tongue deep inside you.

You gently put your hands on the sides of Lisa’s head, urging her on
with subtle movements. Her hands slide up your body, stopping at your
nipples. For several minutes she plays with your hard nipples and cleans out
your ever wet cunt. She has either done this before or has a wonderful knack
for it.

Dave, lying on his back has his erection back, but is having
trouble getting up. You realize you have found a new form of torture; Seeing
two naked women have sex less than 2 feet away and not being able to do
anything about it.

One of Lisa’s hands leaves your breasts, and goes into your gaping hole,
probing you firmly. You moan as another orgasm begins. Before you are
finished comming the hand leaves your cunt and goes into your nether regions.
You would normally have objected, but entering as you are in the throws of
orgasm, you only moan louder as the feeling intensifies.

Lisa continues to lick you as her other hand takes on a fucking
motion. You feel as if you are being made love to and eaten at the same
time, Your hands on Lisa’s head press her down with greater urgency.

Lisa continues the action at your crotch, but swings her pussy over
to your face. Slowly she lowers it and you begin to lick it, imitating her
actions. You are gratified to hear her moan in reaction to your tongue.

You taste not only Lisa’s juices, but, you realize Dave’s as well. The
two together makes it seem even more forbidden, making you feel just a bit
more naughty. “Please, untie me. I can’t stand this much longer.” Dave
beggs next to you. Lisa looks up from your slit, and says, “We cant have
that, can we Kitten?” Lisa leaves her finger in your ass, but puts her thumb
in your other hole, slowly continuing the motion. Her Other hand goes to
Dave’s hard on. She refuses to grab it, but instead runs her fingers over
it’s length, making only the lightest of contact with the head.

Dave begs her to untie him, or to do something for his prick. He’s
so horny he can hardly talk. Lisa puts her mouth near the head and breathes
on the head. Lisa laughs, an amused sound that would be perfectly proper in
an office, but is doubly obscene in this context.

You decide that you arn’t through with Lisa and reach for her hips.
You turn her over on her back, moaning for a second as her hand slips from
your dripping crotch. Just enjoy the sensation. Licking for all you’re
worth, you try to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. Dave’s
anguished cry is off to your left. You ignore him. When Lisa’s hands begin
shoving your face down onto her crotch, you know you’ve gotten to her. You
use the whole length of your tongue on her clit, pressing down heavily on
each and every pass. Her thighs join her hands, trapping your face in her
warm, musky wetness. Her convulsive movements threaten to dislidge you, so
you wrap your arms around her thighs, meeting at the top of her pubic hair,
and continue licking, trying to drive her mad, making her pay for interupting
your little game.

You make a point of waiting until she is in the throws of a
particularly violent orgasm, and then biting her clit to intensify the
sensation. She falls back, nearly unconsious with the intensity of the orgasm.

You roll her over, getting her onto her hands and knees. She
complies without realizing what is happening. You get her to lay across
your lap as you sit on one of the lounges. She is relieved to be able to lay
flat for a moment.

Your first swat on her ass brings her to her senses. The next 4 only
intensify the burning on her ass. “Next time, Lisa, Knock before you come
in!” You have trapped her flailing legs with one of your own. Slap, slap,
slap. “And who told you you could shove anything up my ass?” You have her
clit covered by your other hand, which goes around her waist, neatly
holding her wiggling ass in place.

You continue to spank her, until your eyes come to rest on the lawn
table

You continue to stroke her clit as you paddle her ass, making her
orgasms incredibly intense. You pause a moment to pick up the dog wistle
from the table. You blow it and seconds later Rex is in the yard. You
force Lisa to move her legs apart by a combination of force and increased
stroking of her clit.

You call Rex and tell Lisa that you are going to let Rex lick her out.
“And you’re just going to hold me here and make me take it?”

Your only answer is to slap her ass a few more times. You signal
Dave to get on his knees at her widely spread cunt and show him that you want
him to lick her. Dave complies eagerly, using only his tongue. “Oh no! I
can’t believe that you’re making me do this!” Lisa cries out, “Oh … oh,
I’m comming, I’m comming from your damn dog.” Dave can’t stand it any longer
and pushes his face against her dripping pussy, licking up all of her essence.

Lisa’s exclamation of surprize shows you that your trick has
worked. You decide it is their turn to amuse you and you ponder which one of
them should appease your steaming pussy. You decide that they should have to
work together. You tell her to lick your cunt and know that she will obey.

Seconds later her face is buried in your bush as she tries to please
you. You grab Dave and pull his face to yours as your tongue searches out
his. The sensation of having your Pussy eaten as you tongue kiss someone is
strangey pleasing.

You are sitting in the midday sun, on a padded lounge, your feet
wiggling in the grass as your best friend licks out your cunt and Dave tries
to tongue wrestle you. Dave’s bonds are the only thing any of you are
wearing.

After a moment you force Dave’s mouth down onto your erect
nipples, not asking him to do what you want, simply demanding it with
gestures. The sense of power you get from this intensifies all the
sensations you get from the two of them.

As you reach your first orgasm, your thighs grip the sides of Lisa’s
head. Dave bites gently on your nipples to increase your pleasure, not
daring to bite hard enough to be uncomfortable.

You decide that you’ve had enough of being licked and want to feel
something insie of you. Your hands reach behind Dave and in seconds his
hands are free.

You command Lisa, “Get up here and suck on my nipples!” and again you
are obeyed.

Your widely spread legs are the only invitation Dave should need, but he
waits until you gesture for him to mount you. He is in you in a single lunge.

As Dave’s cock fills your cunt, you realize how horny you have been
as you forced Lisa and Dave to perform. Knowing that Lisa is the one working
on your breasts makes the situation sweeter, as you rock your pelvis back and
forth on his cock.

Lisa brings her hands up to your breasts where they begin fondling the
undersides and moves her mouth to your left ear. Her tongue enters and
continues to drive you wild.

Dave has been in you less than a minute, but you feel yourself
comming and you cry out loud enough that Lisa begins to wonder how
tolerant your neighbors really are.

She covers your mouth with her own and her tongue darts into yours.
Her roaming hands are all over your breasts, touching nearly all of them, all
of them except the nipples. You are vaguely aware of this and twist your torso
trying to force contact, but she continues to tease you.

Lisa breaks her soul kiss, “Turn her over!”, and when Dave does not
obey right away, swats his ass three times and says, “I told you to turn her
over!”

Dave slips out of your hungry pussy, and grabbing your hips, turns you
over onto your hands and knees. Lisa tells him to get back to work and he
begins to put it back into you, from behind this time.

Lisa releases one breast in order to play with your clit with her hand,
her strokes matching Dave’s. The two of them together bring you to a powerful
orgasm.

You want to lay down, but Lisa forces you to remain impaled on Dave’s
prick. Lisa continues to force you to stay up on your hands and knees by
nearly holding you up by your clit.

Dave is still hard, on his knees behind you, his swollen prick
enveloped by your cunt. He moves his hands onto your breasts and begins
to stroke them while his prick remains still.

Lisa continues to stimulate your clit. After a short while you feel
your hips involuntarily begin pumping to get more out of Dave’s prick. Lisa
turns to Dave and tells him in a way that allows no argument, “Now pull it
out! I want her to have it up the ass.”

You are held by the two of them as you feel his cock slip from your
hungry cunt. Never for a moment does Lisa slow her fingers action on your
clit. You thrust your hips back to retain possession of his cock. All
that has really dawned on you is that she told him to pull out, AND HE’S Doing
it!

Dave’s hands are on your hips. You keep your hips back as if
searching for what you lost. Lisa takes her other hand and guides his cock
back. You feel grateful for a second, until you realize that she’s not putting
it in right.

Then you realize what she said! You try to pull your hips
foreward, but dave has them in his grip and Lisa still has one hand on your
clit, pressing you back.

The sensation of Lisa rubbing your clit as Dave puts his hard-on into
your ass is unbelievably intense. Lisa continues to stimulate you with great
abandon until Dave is all the way in. Then Dave begins to thrust into your
ass, Fucking you with long, slow strokes.

Dave’s hand replaces Lisa’s as she slips away from you. She lowers
her dripping cunt in front of your face and as she grabbs your hair with both
hands demands, “Eat me!”

Daves prick continues to slip in and out of your ass. His hold on your
hips (and on your clit) holds you in place. Lisa’s demand that you eat her
hangs in the air.

You are in the throws of a continual orgasm and are barely aware that
she has spoken. You stay on your hands and knees as Dave pounds into you.
Lisa tires of waiting for you to respond and grips the sides of your head,
pulling your gasping mouth down onto her sex. Again she commands, “Eat me!”
This time you comply.

Your tongue slides into her dripping slit. You react to her taste by
concentrating on the job of pleasing her instead of taking the intense
sensation Dave is giving you.

She talks most of the time, praising or belittling you as you please
or displease her with your technique. When she feels you are not licking
hard enough, she forces your face against her with her hands.

Lisa has taken charge of her own pleasure, using you as she might use a
vibrator, or other inanimate pleasure device. The feeling intensifies
your feeling about the eroticism of the situation. You realize you have no
choice at either end.

Lisa and Dave come within seconds of each other, allowing you to fall
onto the lounge where you either pass out or fall asleep from exhaustion.

As you sleep, you are vaguely aware of the sounds of a couple making
love next to you, but you are too tired to waken. You next feel a strange
massaging sensation on your crotch. You try to get up, but find that your
hands have been tied to the top of the lounge.You try to sit up, but can’t
quite manage it.
“Don’t move, Kitten.” Dave’s voice comes to you.
“We do want to be careful, Kitten!” Lisa’s voice chimes in.

You look and see that there is a mound of shaving cream on your pubic
hair, and Lisa is holding your Razor. “After all, Kitten, Fair is fair.”
Lisa’s voice continues as she and Dave finish shaving you.