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I’ve been an admirer of Mistress Lydia for awhile now. As a Femdom colleague, I understand how hard it is to train a slave. It takes so much time and effort especially when you have sissified your slave like Mistress Lydia has. Getting as slave to understand that he wants to be punished, that he wants to suck on your feet and that yes, he wants to have you fuck his tight ass with a huge strapon is no easy feat but Mistress Lydia has somehow managed to do just that. Her slave begs her to fuck him in the ass with a big cock, hell he even back his ass up, presenting it to her for just that! All of the Femdom mistresses at FemdomAcademy.com take their slave training very seriously, it’s nice to see that Lydia has had great success with her latest sissy gurl. Watching her dominate him makes me want to go grab my slave and punish him just for the hell of it!

The slave couldn’t help but get hard as he listened to their passionate screwing, making his cockring bite into his swelling cock. He wanted to turn his head to better hear the action but he couldn’t because of the restraints that held him on the bondage sled. He was desperate to get his mind off of what was about to happen to him. His Mistress, a woman by the name of Pat, was selecting a flogger from the rack on the wall. She was wearing a seven-inch dildo that stuck out from the custom leather harness that Mick had made for her two years ago. It was part of the same order that included the hood and a complete set of his best restraints.

It was easy for him to put himself into the mindset of the young man on the sled. Mick was a ‘taster’ he had tasted every dish that the table of life had put before him. He had tried the sled with his girlfriend and partner Leesa calling the shots. It wasn’t what he was looking for, but it was an experience that he would always remember. He tried out every device and toy that he made, he needed to know how it felt, it was his job.

Mick stood in the doorway taking in the sights that the room was offering. He wasn’t the only one watching, there had to be at least twenty people in the room. They filled the two large couches and three wingback chairs that were placed amongst the stocks, the bondage sled, the swing, and in the corner the Gynecological table. Every area had a crowd watching, and everybody seemed to be getting alone with everybody, it was a very good party.

They had mirrors hanging on all the walls and two full-length mirrors on the closet doors. Mick caught his reflection across the room. He saw a short balding man with a slightly protruding gut leaning against the doorway. Something about the way he had his legs crossed and the way he held his coffee made him look like he was waiting on a bus or something. He didn’t look like he belonged in the room, nearly everybody else was either completely or semi-naked or they were dressed up in wonderfully erotic fetish wear. Mick’s tee shirt and jeans just didn’t fit the room. Many of the guys in the room knew him from past parties and started to wave and talk to him. He waved and had a word for everyone who approached him; it was part of the job. Soon enough the hot sex scenes drew their attentions away from Mick.

His eyes scanned across the room to the swing, the scene that had so captured slave Steve’s attentions in the hood, had captured the room’s attention now. It was hot as hell. The top, a girl that came to a lot of the parties, was a tall slim black woman. Mick remembered that she was a social worker from down in Philly. She was a lesbian who lived with a woman named Jezebel. Topaz was her name and she worked in child welfare. Jezebel did domination for a living; she was always flying somewhere to have a session with somebody. They ran a sexual boutique down on south fifth St in Philly. Mick had known them for several years now but still couldn’t tell which played the top role in their relationship.

The girl secured in the swing was a white girl, a little plumb but still nice to look at. She raised up her ass to receive the long silicone cock deep into her cunt. The strokes were long, slow and deep, the top in no hurry to finish, wanting to string it out. The chubby girl in the swing moaned out loud when her Mistress, a tall redheaded woman, reached out and twisted her nipple. The black girl smiled and the two of them started to play with the bound woman. Soon the girl had to be gagged with a ball gag to keep her from screaming as they forced her to cum again and again.

He took a sip of the hot coffee that he held, turned and walked through the kitchen and back into his leather shop in the rear. Passing the table loaded with finger foods and soft drinks Mick snagged a couple of donuts. As he placed them on his paper plate he heard the sound of a man’s voice, a long low moan coming form the front room. Sounded like Stevie was getting that strap-on scene he had often dreamed of doing. Mick smiled around a mouth full of donut as he considered the old proverb, ” Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”

As he walked into his workshop he purposefully left the door open, exposing the young woman who stood topless in front of his table to anybody in the kitchen. Mick couldn’t remember what her name was, he thought that it was Sue but he wasn’t sure. He decided to call her slave and let it go at that. When he finished his donuts he wiped his hands on a towel and picked up the box of saran wrap.

He looked at the scared young woman and said, “come here slave.”

Sue, or who ever she was, came to stand before him while he sat in his swivel chair.

“Closer,” he demanded, she edged closer coming between his spread legs. She wore only a small transparent throng panty, Mick could see the wet spot caused by her arousal, and he could smell her heat as she fidgeted from the close contact with a strange man. Mick ignored her discomfort. “Put your hands behind your head.”

She obeyed, her smallish breast sticking out from her chest, her flat stomach rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her eyes held tightly closed. The sounds of the flogger meeting soft flesh came from the front room; the girl flinched with each smacking sound.

Mick started to wrap the clear film around her body, brushing against her erect nipples when he reached behind her with the roll of plastic wrap. After about twenty revolutions he thought that he had enough. The young woman was wrapped from just under her tits to just above where her pubic hair would have started if she had let it grow, but she was clean and smooth, no hair. Reaching for a roll of duct tape he started to wrap it tightly around the plastic wrapped woman. He pressed the tape hard onto the saran-wrap sealed body of the girl, his hands gliding across her pushing and pressing, ironing out wrinkles as he taped her. His fingers worked the tape into the area under her breast, the lifting and poking causing her nipples to show her excitement. The tape was covering over the layer of saran wrap, soon the girl was wearing a sliver corset of tape.

Mick stood back and looked at the girl, she was really quite pretty. Her straight reddish hair was cut short, like a young boy’s, but her face was so clearly feminine. Her eyes were watching him now. Once again he ignored her. As he rose from his chair, he placed his hands on the woman’s shoulders. He felt the stiffening in her flesh as she prepared to resist him, instead he moved her aside as he stepped over to his sewing table. He got a few magic markers and a tailor’s tape, returning he once more used the girl’s shoulders like handles to move her where she should be, this time there was no resistance.

Her breast were made more pronounced by the tight wrappings, while they were too small to hang down over the tape, they were pushed and squeezed upward like an offering. The nipples jutting hard and erect the darker flesh that surrounded them wrinkled up tightly, making the nipple stand out even more. She was one sexy package; he forced his thoughts back onto the job at hand, starting to draw a design on the duct tape she was wearing. “Turn to your right.” He never looked at her when he spoke, he tried to think of her as an object not a person. It was all part of the service that he and Leesa provided to their clients, a complete immersion into S&M. This young woman wanted to be a slave and by God that was the way that Mick was going to treat her.

It took another thirty minutes to get the design down pat and then he had to take a pair of bandage scissors and cut along one of his lines to get the pattern off of the girl. When he peeled the tape from her it took the saran wrap off with it, leaving the sexy young body with red lines and wrinkles where it had been compressed by the tape. Her hard nipples pointed right at his face as he spun her around to stand facing him. “Tell your mistress that I will have the corset ready in two weeks. Are you guys coming to the next party? If you are then you can pick it up then, if not then I will mail it to you. Ask your mistress to come back and see me before she leaves, OK?”

“Yes sir, I will tell her. Thank you. May I go now?” Her manner and voice confirmed her sub status.

Mick nodded his head, picked up his empty cup and followed the girl out of the room back into the kitchen. Stevie, the slave in the hood who had just been fucked in public with a strap-on, was sitting at the table with his own cup of coffee. The cup sat in front of Steve but it had a straw, with a small pink penis on the top, stuck in it. The slave’s hands were cuffed behind his back. Pat, the woman who held down the job of wife as well as the role of Mistress, sat across from him, her eyes filled with satisfaction and pride in how her slave had performed.

“That was a hot scene that you two did.” Mick offered his opinion without being asked as he slid in behind the table to sit next to stevie. “Was it everything that you had thought it would be?”

Pat answered for Steve. “He loved it. Did you see the way he was reaching for it with his tight little ass toward the end? What a slut he was, I was so proud of him.”

The woman did seem very pleased with her slave Mick thought but the slave was being very silent. He decided to push it a bit. “What did you think of it Steve?”

“Go on, tell him what a slut you felt like as I fucked you.” Pat encouraged her shy slave.

Steve’s eyes trailed up Mick’s middle-aged body until they found his face. “It hurt at first, but later it was alright.” His eyes strayed to his Mistress. “Did you enjoy it Mistress?”

“Yes stevie, I enjoyed it very much and I will enjoy it more each time until you are wanting my cock inside you all the time.” She reached over and grabbed steve’s cock. It was reddish purple from being in the cockring for so long, cool to her touch from lack of circulation. It was only semi-erect but started to respond to her touch, growing and swelling to full size making the sliver cockring sink into the hard flesh of his shaft. The head became a slick shiny purple, the skin stretched so tight that it made every wrinkle flow into hardness. The cock jutted out to where it bumped the underside of the table.

“Mick,” Pat was talking to him. ” Will you help me with stevie’s training?”

Mick liked to avoid these types of situations but he had stumbled into one again. It was a question and she was waiting for an answer. “Sure Pat, you know that I will help out when I can. What can I do for you?” Mick waited for her answer, his eyes scanning the room for Leesa, not finding her. She must be in the basement.

“I want stevie to be fucked in both ends, I can fuck him with my strap-on but I need your cock for his face. Will you let stevie suck your cock for you while I fuck him?” She asked the favor much as if she wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, no big deal.

It wasn’t the first time that Mick had filled this role at a party. He wasn’t shy and he liked blowjobs. “When do you want to do this?” He asked Pat, but he was watching stevie trying to see what his feelings were as his mistress lined up a cock for him to suck in front of all these people.

Stevie’s cock jerked when Pat told him, “Tonight in the basement, I want to get it on tape. Do you mind that?”

“I don’t mind the tape if my face doesn’t show. But I want to see it before it leaves the house.” Mick looked at stevie. “You think you can give a good blow-job? You know I like a slut that can deep throat, I’m going to face fuck you if we do this. You OK with that?” His eyes went back and forth from Pat to stevie, stevie nodded and Pat was much more vocal saying.

“This little slut is going to suck you like it is his own mother’s milk he is after.” She turned to stevie. “Tell him how much you want to suck his cock.”

“No.” Mick said, “let him show me” He held his thumb up in front of the slaves face. He placed the thumb on stevie’s lips and pushed inside his mouth running deep to the back of his throat, his palm and his other finger laying flat across the man’s face. “Suck me, show me how much you want me to fuck your face. Show me what a slut you are, suck my little cock and tonight I will let you suck my big one.”

Pat’s face was lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning, her eyes riveted on the thumb stabbed into her slave-husband’s mouth. She was too excited to be quite and started talking to stevie. “Suck it, you slut, suck it like the whore you are. Suck it for me baby, show me what a slut you can be for me.”

Steve started to work his head up and down on Mick’s thumb sucking for all he was worth, his tongue doing overtime as it swirled around the part of the thumb where the head of a cock would have been. He drove his face deep onto the digit taking all he could get down his hot little throat until he gagged. He came up for air and dove back down the shaft.

Damn thought Mick, this little slut is really ready for this. He pulled his thumb free of the hot mouth, rubbing the slobber off on the slave’s hair. “Yeah, I’ll let the slut have a suck on the old cock. Let me know when you want to do the scene. Right now I got to get some restraints ready for that new couple from Pittsburgh.” He stood up and refilled his coffee. “Pat, you should get that cockring off for a while or you could do some damage. I’m not telling you what to do but I don’t think you want to really hurt him do you? Let me know when you’re ready for my blowjob.”

He retreated back into the safety of his shop and got behind his sewing machine. Damn that slut was really sucking that thumb; he was looking forward to fucking his face later. As he watched the needle making it’s strokes in and out over the leather he thought of his life and how it had changed since they had rented this place that they could not afford. The ‘place’ was an old two-story farmhouse with a full basement sitting on a hundred acres of farmland with several out buildings that he used in his other job doing custom interiors in cars. The rent was twelve hundred plus utilities every month.

Neither of them had a steady job with a check coming in every week. Both Leesa and him worked for themselves doing jobs where they found them, mostly off of their websites that Leesa maintained. The parties were their answer to the problem. Two parties a month brought in over three thousand every month and it was all tax-free. The parties had gained a momentum as they continued year after year and the clubs in New York were giving discounts to WIC members now.

The leather shop was the only room where smoking was allowed; it had a ventilation system to get the glue fumes out of the room. It worked very well on the smoke also. All the smokers would end up there several times over the course of a party. They provided a play by play of the hot scenes that were going on in other places in the house. And it gave Mick a chance to get to know everyone, at least the smokers. Soon they were telling him about the scene that Mistress Pat was planning for her slave. They told him that she had him on the sled now and was giving him a wine douche. Later he was told that she put a whole bottle of merlot in his ass and sealed it with a butt-plug. Mick decided to take a break and watch a few minutes of slave stevie’s ordeal.

He was back in the doorway the room before him was like a three ring sexual circus. Gynecological table on the far side of the room had a crowd around it as a slave had her nipples pierced. Her feet were in the stirrups because they were going to do her clit next. It was legal because the rings would not be left in, what they called play-piercing.

One of the new couples were on the bondage sled, the guy secured by the restraints while his mistress whipped him with an assortment of different toys from the toy rack on the wall. Mick watched with a professional interest since he had made most of the toys being used. The swing had a pretty woman tied into it wearing a blindfold while her partner sat on a stool and teased and nibbled at her pussy to the music of the slaves sighs and moans. He didn’t see stevie or Pat he decided to check downstairs in the basement.

The only light in the basement was from a string of white Christmas lights strung around the top of the wall on three sides. The hundreds of tiny lights gave a soft warm glow much like candlelight. The bare rock walls sucked the light up not giving any reflections only the people stood out in the soft light. Mick spotted Leesa, with her slave rob, they were doing a scene with rob in stocks. Leesa was whipping him with a leather strap that had turned his ass into a red and spotted battlefield of pain. He cried out with each blow, counting and thanking his Mistress.

“Fifty-one, thank you Mistress, may I have another!” He cried out as the thick leather strap fell across his asscheeks.

Leesa stroked the back of his legs with the strap, teasing him with the uncertainty of when the next blow might fall. Surprising him with a hard smack of the strap across the back of his thighs.

“Fifty- two. Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” The sound was a little muffled by the hood he was wearing, sweat was pouring off his body as he was rapidly reaching his limits. Mick decided that he wouldn’t fuck up the scene, he waited in the shadows, but Leesa seemed to sense his presence and turned to look right at him. She smiled warmly her face happy, she truly loved this shit, Mick thought to himself.

She turned back to her slave and said. “Think of something that you will do for me that I might like while I am gone. When I get back I will let you tell me what it is, and it better be good and slutty” She slung the strap one last time connecting with the sore ass with a loud smack.

“Fifty-three, thank you Mistress. May I have another?” Rob yelled out followed by a quieter, “Yes Mistress.”

Leesa grabbed Mick’s arm and they walked back up the stairs, he got both of them fresh cups of coffee and they walked out into the coolness of the Pennsavania night. The Pocono’s mountains rose up all around them. The lights of the ski slope lighting the sky with a soft glow, they could see the small dots of bright colors that marked a skier as he rushed down the cleared slopes of the mountainside. They both loved living here, nestled in this small valley far from everything yet within easy driving from New York and Philly. They found chairs and sat on the deck behind the house.

Leesa broke the spell of the silence when she said, “we took in a little over sixteen hundred so far, how are you doing?”

Mick answered with a curt, ” I got six hundred but I sold a corset and I’ll collect half on that tonight, so that will bring me up to eight fifty or so. ” He thought for a moment and then added, “I might get to move a set of restraints but I don’t think that I will break a thousand tonight.”

Leesa answered with a playful lilt to her voice. “I hear that you are doing a scene with Pat and stevie later.” She reached over to give Mick a kiss on the lips, letting her tongue slide into his opening mouth. The kiss became more than just a kiss, it was a promise of more to come later. “You save some of that good loving for me later tonight. I am doing a scene with Amber and Sheila and I am going to be so hot when I get done. I am going to need your expert attentions when we get to our room.” Leesa was a very take-charge sort of person and it came across as an order but Mick knew her well enough that he knew it was a request.

“I’m always ready to make love to you old lady,” he pulled her close and gave her a strong hug and a kiss on the lips. “You are always the main course for me, everything else is just practice warming up for you.” As he pulled back from her he asked. “What happened to Wendy and willy, I thought they were supposed to be here tonight?”

“They got held up in Atlanta with bad weather, Windy said they would try to get here but they might be late. What time is it anyway, I’ve been so busy I’ve lost track.” She handed Mick her small case that contained their crystal-meth supply. “I could use a small line, how about you?”

“Yeah, I guess I could at that,” he took the case, shook out a bit of the tiny white rocks onto the polished stone and started to chop it with a razorblade. When he had a fine power he formed two straight lines on the stone. He took a portion of straw and sucked up one line into his nose. He then passed the straw and the stone to Leesa where she snorted up her line, she ran the straw all around the rock snorting everything that might b there. They both chased the drip with drinks of their coffee. In moments the energy began to build inside them and they felt the rushing of the high.

‘It’s almost midnight.” Mick replied, “guess things will start to wind down a bit in about three hours or so.”

The words were hardly our of his mouth before they saw the lights of a car turning into their driveway. It was a long black limousine and they waited to see who it could be. They both laughed when they saw the small figure of willy run around the car to open the door for Mistress Wendy.

“We’re up here.” They both called out together and then laughed, “come on up here with us”

Windy gave willy instructions to go and get her a cup of coffee and bring it to the pool, she then started to walk up the slope to the stairs to the deck. Leesa rose and gave her a big hug when she reached them, Mick had started to chop a line for their friend when he had realized who it was. Windy came over to where she saw the rock with the powered line waiting for her.

“God, I was so hoping that you would have a little boost for me, I am beat.” She took the rock and noisily drew the power up the straw deep into her nostril. Handing the rock back to Mick, who licked the residue off, she said. “Damn, that burns good.”

“How was your trip south?” Leesa asked as they settled down around the table on the deck.

“It was OK I guess but it is so very third-worldish down there. There is a church on every corner and it is against the law to sell a sex toy. Can you believe that, it’s actually against the law and they will put your ass in jail for selling a vibrator in the state of Alabama.” Windy didn’t take fools lightly and the fact that there was a whole state full of fools was something she had trouble grasping. ” You can buy a gun almost anywhere and every country store sells ammo but you can’t buy a fucking dildo anywhere in the state. What a bunch of morons.” She shook her head in sad disgust for their lack of understanding below the Mason-Dixon line.

Leesa and Mick were both sporting big smiles as they listened to their friend tell of her adventures in the land of the rednecks. Willy brought Windy her coffee and sank to his knees beside the chair she sat in. They talked until Amber came outside looking for Mick; somebody needed something from the leather shop. Mick gave the small case back to Leesa, said his good byes and left the happy little group, time to get back to work. The night was only half way over, but now that Windy was here you could bet that the next half was going to be the hot one.

As he walked back down the hill to the house he thought back over the years they had been having these parties. Damn had it been four years already? It was hard to believe how fast the time went by anymore. The dates didn’t lie; next month would mark their fourth anniversary. Four years of two parties a month, he did the math in his head as he walked through the door into the kitchen. Damn that was twenty-four a year times four years, fuck that was hundred parties. Every party was usually about twenty-five to thirty people. The math got too hard to do in his head but he was impressed that they had entertained over three thousand friends and perverts.

When he got back into his shop he found the young girl that he had fitted for the corset waiting for him. She had a check made out to him for the full amount of the corset, not the half that he asked for up front but the whole four hundred and fifty dollars he charged for a corset. He was going to break a thousand on the night. He wrote out a paid receipt for the slave girl and then sent her back to her mistress with his thanks. Now if the guy would just come back and get the set of restraints he was working on they would have made a very good nights work.

He finished his work, put away his tools and equipment, and leaving the door open to his shop, walked into the kitchen. Amber was just finishing cleaning up the area, she came over and helped before and during every party. She liked being in the scene and some times even played with the guess after her chores were done. More than that, she was a friend and both Leesa and Mick loved her like family.

“Good party,” Amber said as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of Mick. “It seemed that the people really got alone with each other, almost like they were friends.”

“Hell,” Mick replied, “most of them been here so many times that they feel at home. It’s one of the nice things about having the parties so often and for so long. A lot of the guys here tonight are friends”

Mick was rudely interrupted by Windy storming up the stairs from the basement yelling for willy. “Willy get the funnel and get your ass in here. Right fucking now! WILLY!”

Willy came running in from the parking lot with a long funnel like you would use to put transmission fluid in with. The funnel was connected to a long piece of tubing; the whole thing was nearly two foot long.

Windy stopped when she saw willy. “Get you ass on your back, I got to piss.”

Willy lay down in the floor right there in the kitchen and put the tube into his mouth, he held the funnel erect with his hands.

Windy reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. She stepped over willy’s face and lowered her self down over the funnel. She started to piss. She looked over to the surprised faces of Amber and Mick. “Can you believe that Scourery guy?”

Mick was still stunned by watching this woman use a man for her toilet, he could hardly focus on what she was saying while she pissed. “What are you talking about?” He asked, as he watched the throat of willy struggle to swallow the piss as it gushed down the tube into his mouth.

Wendy was a born show-off and she was loving this moment, she pretended to not even notice the sounds of struggle that were coming up from poor willy as he fought for his life against a flood of piss. “There’s some asshole downstairs going way out of his way to piss off some of the Dom’s. He has already paid for a session with Mistress Pat but he has been so rude to everybody that all the Dom’s are going to take a turn at him in a few minutes.” Windy stopped talking to us and barked out a command to willy, “paper.”

Willy reached into his pocket and held up a handful of napkins. Mick could hear him as he swallowed the piss that was still running out of the funnel.

Windy resumed her story as she dried herself with the napkin. “Anyway some of the girls are going to give him a lot more than he paid for. You guys should come on down and watch, this is going to get heavy.” She stood up erect and pulled her panties back into place, she looked down at willy. “When you are finished with your drink go back out on the porch and wait for me to call you.” She walked away heading back down the stairs leaving willy completely exposed with everybody able to watch the dark line of the fluid as it fell down the tube he held in his mouth.

Mick and Amber decided that they would take her up on her offer; taking their cups of coffee they headed down stairs. Roy and Roxanne were doing a scene where she was sticking needles through his ball sack. It was a pretty intense scene and it had shocked some of the watchers, but not Jimmy Scourery. Only Scourery’s voice could be heard as he drowned out everybody else in his general vicinity. “She missed the nut, all she did was stick a needle through loose skin. That ain’t no big deal. Hell that’s like a trick, an illusion. Hell I want to see some real blood play, let me hold that damn needle and I’ll show you how it is done.”

Roy and Roxanne were older than most of the people at the party, both being in their late fifties. It wasn’t right that they should have to put up with this kind of shit. The guy was really being an asshole all right, Mick felt that he should do something and was getting ready to confront Scourery when he heard Mistress Pat call Scourery’s name.

“I’m waiting for you Mister Scourery, you do still want that session you paid for don’t you?” Pat was looking so strong in her black leather dress with the boots going up under the hem. She was slapping her hand with a flogger, one of the ones with knots in the leather straps, a very serious toy. “Well, has the cat got your tongue, or are you just all talk?”

“I can take anything an old woman like you can dish out.” Came Scourery’s reply. You had to give it to him, when it came to being an asshole he was right up there with the best of them. He seemed to strut a bit as he came to her, taking off his shirt as he walked over to where Mistress Pat stood waiting.

“You take your heart medicine old lady? I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself swinging that big whip.” Scourery worked up his face into a sneer; it was as close as he could get to a smile. “You better use the restraints with buckles since you properly can’t tie a knot.”

Mistress Pat never said a word as she secured the man with both of his hands stretched over his head, she then bent over and attached his ankles to a spreader bar. When she was finished and he wasn’t going anywhere, she leaned in to whisper something into his ear. Mick couldn’t hear what she said but he thought that he saw Scourery shiver or maybe it was more of a flinch.

Flogging can be harmless if you use the right flogger, say one with reindeer straps. The leather is so light that it is like whipping someone with a feather. On the other hand you can take cowhide cut in a thick strap and then tie knots in the straps. Well those heavy straps will beat a man until he is bloody, bruised up so bad that he can’t walk. Mistress Pat held one of those floggers as she walked behind her customer. He had paid for this; she wanted to see that he got his moneys worth. She came across her body with an overhand swing bringing the flogger down with the sound of a gun going off as it lay across Scourery’s back.

The air was forced out of Scourery’s chest in a harsh grasping sound as the hard blow sent the small knots cutting across his back. Several small bloody spots were left to grow on his back as she drew the flogger back for another blow. The explosion of sound as the straps landed was followed by another loud smacking sound as Scourery’s body was slammed against the rock wall he stood against. Pat didn’t slow down with blow after blow landing on the poor man’s back. She was most definitely leaving marks tonight.

A while ago Mick was worried about what to do about Scourery, now he was worried about how to save him. That was the moment when Mistress Pat caught his eye and gave him a big wink. She was in control and everything was going to be all right. Mick relaxed and began to enjoy the beating that the woman was giving to the guy. After all he was an asshole of epic proportions and he richly deserved this. After about twenty minutes Mistress Pat took a break, she was breathing heavy as she sat down on the stairs beside where Mick and Amber were standing.

Mistress Topaz seemed to come from nowhere and took the flogger from Pat. She walked over to whisper something in Scourery’s ear. Mick was sure that he saw the man draw up a little when she said whatever she said. Topaz walked back to stand behind the bound man; she laid the flogger on the floor and pulled a thin plastic rod from her toy bag. Scourery actually whimpered when she started to draw a cross pattern of welts across the skin of the man’s back. Her blows were hard and precise making his back a bloody grid of red lines and raised welts. She didn’t stop until she had worked out her anger on the man. When she was finished she walked over and poured a salt-water mixture over the wounds causing Scourery to scream with pain.

Mick was finding this hard to watch, he was completely taken by surprise when Leesa came downstairs and took her turn whipping the man with her favorite paddle. Leesa had her slave Rob take the man’s pants down to his ankles. When Scourery protested Mistress Roxanne put a gag in his mouth, to the cheers of everybody in the basement. Leesa started to work on the mans newly exposed naked ass. The big heavy paddle pounding his ass until it looked like the peel of an orange, not in color but in texture. Making him dance against the hard stones of the wall as he suffered in silence. When she had finished with her paddle she handed off to Mistress Wendy, easily the most extreme woman in the building.

Like all the others Wendy walked over and whispered something in the man’s ear. Scourery was so far gone now that Mick didn’t notice any reaction at all, the man just hung on the wall. Wendy walked back to take her positions behind the man. She had a wooden ping-pong paddle that somebody had carved several little heart shaped holes through it. It made such a loud smacking sound when she brought it down hard across the mans ass. She whipped him until his ass was almost white looking. If you leave an orange in the fridge too long it will turn a whitish color almost gray looking. That is as close as Mick could come to describing Scourery’s ass when those girls were done with him. It had the texture and color of a moldy orange, it had gone past red to become a pale whiteish gray. It didn’t look like flesh anymore.

He had waned to get his ass whipped and by god that is what he had done. Mick and some of the guys helped him upstairs where he slowly got his shit back together once more. He was not a happy camper, standing in the sewing room chain smoking complaining about how the women had treated him. Mick went in with him to make sure that the vicious beating he had received hadn’t hurt him. Everyone else had heard enough out of him and went back to the party.

“What did the girls whisper in your ear before each one started to whip you?” Mick asked, trying to make small talk.

Scourery looked up at Mick, anger and hurt was in the man’s eyes as he replied. “They told me that I wasn’t welcome here anymore. They told me that they were going to really hurt me if I didn’t start to behave better, They told me that they were going to turn me into a bitch if I ever treated any of them disrespectfully again, the way they said I did tonight.” Scourery had a drinking problem and Mick could see the need on his face as he asked, “Mick could I bring a can of beer in from my car and drink it inside?”

Mick shook his head, “no, if you want to drink you will have to leave. You remember the last time that I let you drink here?” Scourery hung his head, mumbling something Mick couldn’t hear. After listening to him bitch for a few more minutes, Mick had to ask him to leave and he sullenly got in his car and drove away. He would show up again in about six months, he always had in the past.

When Mick went back into the front room he found a different feeling in the air. All the lightweights had called it a night and went back to Allentown to their rooms. Everybody still partying was part of ‘the group’ the people who had been to so many parties that they had become trusted friends. All of them were heavy hitters in the sense that they played S&M for real, in the sense that they shed real blood and there was intense pain involved. It was a crowd that Scourery would have belonged with if he could’ve controlled his desire to be the world’s greatest asshole.

Leesa was a heavy hitter and belonged with these people, she loved the lifestyle of FemDom. Mick on the other hand loved sex not pain, humiliation and pain translated as henpecked and hurt in his mind. Leesa was a top and she wanted a bottom. Mick liked the sex but was not willing to suffer to get it, so Leesa getting her own slave, Rob, solved the problem.

Mick liked Rob and they had become friends, no they were closer than that, like brothers. That boy could take a beating and was always thinking up new reasons why he needed one. Leesa seemed always ready to dish it out, so they were perfect for each other. Sometimes Mick would join in when they were playing, He always followed Leesa orders when they played together because it was important to maintain the illusion that Leesa was topping both of them.

Mistress Pat had stevie on the bondage sled, a wooden frame made of two by fours that had strong leather straps to secure the forearms and the legs of the slave who was on it. Pat had put a cushion just ahead of her husband/slave’s face. That’s where Mick would sit while stevie sucked his cock. She had a large bowl that she was sitting down under the slaves upturned ass. She turned a valve in the butt-plug in stevie’s ass and red liquid started to rush down the clear tubing into the bowl. She noticed that Mick was watching and said. “I got him good and tipsy, he has been sucking the a alcohol out of that bottle of wine for hours now.”

Mick looked at the slave again and noticed that he did look a little unfocused, a bit watery eyed. He looked drunk. While they didn’t allow drinking during the parties, they kind agreed that after the lite-weights had left the rules changed and pretty much anything went with the heavy hitters.

Leesa and rob came up from the basement and stood watching as Mick took off his clothes. Naked he sat down on the cushion, bringing his stiffening cock within inches of stevie’s lips. Mistress Pat wasted no time as she commanded stevie to start licking and kissing on the offered dick, warning him not to suck until she told him to. A crowd of their friends gathered around the bondage sled and settled in for a good show. Stevie’s lips and tongue was doing a fine job of getting his cock rock hard and Mick was wishing that he could get to the serious sucking, but he waited for Pat to call the shots. She was lubing up her husbands asshole getting it ready for her cock that was going to push her slave into the rank of cum-slut. Stevie was getting excited and his dick was hard and waving under him as he worked on Mick, sliding his wet lips alone the length of the hard cock wanting to take it into his mouth.

Pat stepped up behind her slave and started to push her strap-on cock into his tight ass. Stevie’s mind left the cock at his face and focused on this new and painful invasion of his most private place. He moaned as the seven inches slid home and his wife belly was pressed against his ass cheeks. When she was fully inserted she slapped stevie’s ass telling him, “Take that cock deep inside your slut mouth and suck it like the slut you are.” She held her cock deep and still inside her husband until she saw him start to suck on Mick’s cock, moving his head as best as he could up and down the hard shaft.

When Mick saw Pat start to move in and out of the slave’s ass he reached out and took the slave’s head in his hands and began to face fuck the man with long strokes that bumped the back of his mouth with each stroke. Pat saw what he was doing and began to match his strokes, both of them going deep at the same time and then pulling out together. They smiled at each other as they fucked the helpless slave for their own enjoyment. Stevie was going a great job of cocksucking, Mick was really getting excited and was a little afraid that he was going to cum too soon and spoil the scene. He quickly shook off the thought and let the feelings take over, if he came, he came. The slave would just have to swallow as he sucked. Mick had a history of being able to cum more than once on several occasions; he hoped that tonight was one of those.

Wendy was the sort of woman who hated to be left out of anything, she walked over and whispered something to Mistress Pat who nodded her head. Wendy then told willy to get his ass under the table and start to suck on stevie’s cock, which was hard and waving around as he was buffeted by the two people fucking him. Willy scooted on his back under the slave until he could get his mouth on the hard and neglected cock.

Mick could feel the difference as willy started to suck. Stevie was going wild with all the sex he could handle plus a little more. Just watching was enough to make Mick shoot his load. He came hard into the sucking mouth of the slave, the feeling so intense that he felt like he had to withdraw his cock but he didn’t. He did tell stevie to slow down a bit and just lick his dick for a moment, which the slave did. Willy was still sucking like the cock-slut he was and he forced stevie to cum while he was being butt-fucked and had a cock in his mouth. Mick felt him start to suck on his cock again like he was a starving baby at his mommy’s titty. But by now his cock could take it and he let the slave do the work as he just sat there and enjoyed it.

Mistress Wendy’s slave willy was an accomplished cocksucker and soon had poor little stevie whimpering around Mick’s cock as he was forced to cum again. He tried to shift around on the sled but the restraints wouldn’t let him. There was no escape from willy’s hot mouth for stevie. Mick watched the scene unfold and could see that this might be a turning point in slave stevie’s life. His very mind was being overloaded with sexual feelings now and he was becoming what he felt. Mick wondered if stevie had known what he was in for when he came to the party. He figured that if you wanted to be a slave to a Mistress like Pat, you had to know that it was going to be really intense. Stevie was going wild now as he was coming yet again from the sensory overload of the three-way assault on his person. Mick felt his own cum rising again as he watched and felt the ordeal stevie was going through.

Pat could feel the clenching of stevie’s asshole on her leather cock as she fucked her husband to within an inch of his sanity. She was getting tired and she could see that Mick was pulling his cock away from those still sucking lips of her slave. Pat glanced over at Wendy. “Do you mind if I ask willy to help me with the clean up?”

“Not at all, he would be happy to help” Wendy replied.

Pat pulled her long cock from the tightly clenching asshole and let it hang beneath her slave-husband’s body. “Willy, clean my cock.”

Willy pulled away from the shrinking cock of the slave and devoted himself to sucking the wine tasting residue from the leather cock. Stevie was empty now and his cock hung used up and useless between his legs. He raised his face to look at Mick who was still sitting in front of him. He didn’t need to say anything, he could see the satisfied smile that was painted all over the man’s face and knew that he had did a good job of pleasing him. He felt strangely proud both of his ability to please a man with his mouth but also that he could please him with his ass too if he wanted to. He felt like a slave but he felt like a good one, one that his Mistress could be proud of. That is what he lived for.

Later the group of friends sat around the table eating an early breakfast. Amber had finished the scene that she had did with Leesa and Sheila and everybody was hungry. They could see the first rays of the new dawn approaching, the sun already hitting the mountaintop across from them. Everybody was tired and Mick had brought out his supply of three-inch foam rubber and some sheets so everybody could make a pallet and get some sleep if they wanted too. The speed was still in his system and he thought that he and Leesa might yet get to enjoy each other if they could get up to their room soon.

The parties had become a way of life with them and already he was looking forward to the next one. There would be a few new faces, but a lot of old friends would be at that one too. Overall he couldn’t think of a better way to make a living than the way they had found. Leesa eyes found his and they told him that she was ready to go to bed, he got up and reached over the table to take her hand and led her away up the stairs. Over his shoulder he said. ” You guys make yourselves at home. If you are still here when we wake up, we will bar-B-Q some ribs and get some cold beer. If you have somewhere you got to go, then we will see you next time.”

When him and Leesa were behind their bedroom door they were both so tired they cuddled up and passed out. They had two weeks to get over the excesses of last night, and they both needed them.

Source: Literotica: Fetish: Women in Charge

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What could be worse for a loser slave than to be cuckolded by his Goddess? I think that perhaps Starla has come up with an even more humiliating way to kind of cuckold her loser without actually sleeping with another man. You have to hand it to her, she’s a brilliant and sadistic Goddess. Starla woke up in the morning after having a particularly raunchy dream about her ex boyfriend. This dream inspired her to humiliate Randy to no end by attaching a dildo to his chastity device and fucking him while pretending that he is her ex.

Poor Randy not only has to endure the fact that his Goddess is moaning the name of another man while she rides on top of him, but he also has to deal with the fact that she prefers reenacting her dream with a strapon dildo rather than his small cock. It’s not just the fact that she prefers using a dildo, it also the fact that Randy is used as nothing but a body in her imaginative play and is not even allowed to feel his cock. I’ve heard of pretending that you are fucking another man when you are fucking your loser slave but not once have I heard of keeping him in chastity while you fuck his strapon dildo! It is such a great way to completely humiliate the poor loser cuckold as well as to imply that his cock is unsatisfactory and not worth fucking.