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By C. A. Taylor
8 Plaything
William woke at dawn to the Mistress rhythmically grinding her hips as she pumped up and down on his morning erection. His hands were secured above his head, and she was once again dressed in a black skirt and white blouse. Calling out as she reached her climax, he felt her spasm around him. Lifting his hips, he thrust into her, extending her orgasm as she shuddered her pleasure.
As the waves dispersed, she looked down at him, smiled, and said, “Good morning, William.” As he started to reply she rose up and dismounted him, then removed the condom she had been using. Disappointment warred with irritation on William’s face, the irritation finally winning.
“You got yours, now what about me?” he queried.
“William, remember your manners,” she chided.
“To hell with that, woman. Untie me,” he demanded.
“William,” she repeated, warningly.
“Untie me, dammit,” he demanded, his temper starting to rise.
Sighing, the Mistress gently placed her fingers over his mouth, silencing him. “William, you were granted a very rare privilege last night, but the nature of our relation-ship has not materially changed. Now, you will address me properly and respectfully, or I will gag you. Is that clear?”
Fuming, William remained silent, glaring up at her, his chest heaving.
The Mistress simply waited him out. It was important to restore the balance of power to continue William’s training. Nothing would be worse than to create a slave who tried to control his Master or Mistress, rather than submit.
Slowly, William’s breathing returned to normal, and the tension drained out of his body. A sense of the ridiculous saved him, as he realized he had been throwing the adult equivalent of a temper tantrum. Sighing, he responded, “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
Caressing his cheek in approval, she reached up and unlocked the red neoprene restraints, leaving them buckled on his wrists, but no longer connected.
“Come, William,” she ordered. Getting up, she went to a set of sliding glass doors and opened them. Shaking his head at his own response, William slowly followed, crawling out of the bed and into the early morning sunshine.
Looking up from where she sat near the pool, the Mistress told William to fetch some juice from the kitchen. “And, William,” she added, “don’t touch yourself. I want you erect and wanting right now.”
Muttering under his breath, William stalked off to do her bidding. Once he was away from her, however, he decided to relieve himself—in more ways than one. After detouring to the bathroom and masturbating himself to a climax, he went about finding glasses and orange juice. Thinking about the Mistress’ naked body and her responsiveness last night was more than sufficient to raise another erection, but one far less urgent and throbbing.
Returning to the terrace, William found the Mistress waiting for him, a cold look in her eyes.
“Place the glasses on the table, William,” she directed evenly.
When he had done as she commanded, she continued, “Kneel, William, hands behind your back.”
Somewhat surprised, William complied. He heard the small snick as the padlock closed, fastening his wrists together.
Walking around in front of him, the Mistress looked down at him, her face harsh with disapproval. “You have disobeyed me, William,” she stated.
Startled, he began to deny it, but, on looking into her eyes, he decided to hold his tongue. The seasoned negotiator in him knew not to antagonize her further.
Turning her back on him, she walked over to a large gym bag and pulled out something that looked like a child’s toy. It was bright blue and yellow, made of plastic or rubber. As she returned to him, he saw that it was a blue rubber cylinder about four inches long and half an inch in diameter. The center two thirds of the bar was covered in yellow foam rubber, shaped like a football. Dangling from each end of the cylinder hung a metal D-ring with a leather strap attached.
Kneeling down at William’s side, she placed one foot behind him, thigh parallel with his hips, then, placing one hand under his chin and the other at the nape of his neck, she bent him backward, supporting his shoulders on her outstretched thigh. William yelped in surprise as he was overbalanced and landed helplessly stretched backward, face up, knees still bent under him, his bound hands almost touching the ground.
Holding up the colorful rubber bar, the Mistress explained that it was a bit gag. “Open your mouth, William,” she ordered.
Clamping his lips tight and shaking his head, William refused.
“William, you are trying my patience,” the Mistress replied. “I am going to punish you for your disobedience, and I don’t want to wake the neighbors. I am not interested in entertaining visitors at the moment. Now, open your mouth.”
As she repeated her order, she clamped down on his nipple, twisting it viciously. William involuntarily cried out, and as he did so, she shoved the rubber bit into his mouth, wedging the blue rubber bar well back against his molars. With his tongue pinned under the yellow foam rubber, he had no way to dislodge the bar. He lay panting, mouth open, and lips drawn back. She quickly righted him, setting him back on his knees, and fastened the leather straps in place behind his head.
“Come, William,” she said once again, taking his elbow and leading him over to a bench near the pool.
“Kneel.” She pointed to a spot near the end of the bench, as she seated herself upon it, and raised her skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs. With William kneeling at right angles to her, she ordered him to lean forward over her lap. Pushing the sleeves of her blouse up well above her elbows, she bent William’s elbows, raising his hands until they rested in the small of his back. Then, placing one hand on the nape of his neck to hold him in place, she swung her other hand up in an arc, bringing it down to smack solidly against William’s exposed behind. He yelped into the gag and jumped at the unexpected assault.
Running her hand over the cheek she just smacked, the Mistress raised her hand and brought it down on his other cheek, pushing William slightly forward with the momentum of the blow.
Steadying him, she began to rain blows down on his backside in a slow, steady rhythm. Each blow pushed him forward, then he was rocked back into place by the hand at his nape, and each time his cock rubbed back and forth across her bare thighs. Within minutes, William was as hard as he’d ever been, while his bottom was hot and stinging.
The Mistress paused, saying, “William, unless you want bruises on your ass for the next two weeks, stop clenching your cheeks. Relax into it, and think about why you are being punished.”
Mortified, a deep blush slowly stained William’s cheeks as he realized that he had been acting like a spoiled child—and that was exactly how she was treating him. Resolving to take his punishment with dignity, William deliberately relaxed his muscles, settled deeper onto her lap, and stoically took his beating.
“Better,” the Mistress approved. After several more minutes, she paused again, placing her hand against his stinging buttocks, testing the heat coming from them. She gently scratched one nail across the inflamed skin, and William winced. Satisfied, she raised her hand from his neck, telling him to sit up.
Releasing the strap behind his head, she removed the bit gag from his mouth, then removed the small padlock fixing his hands behind his back. His bottom throbbed in time with his pulse, and felt twice its normal size.
“Go get your orange juice, William,” she told him. “I know how much the bit gag dries out your mouth.”
She turned to the intercom near the bar and said, “Reggie. Ronnie. Report to the terrace.”
William tensed, expecting the two handlers from the night before. He was not looking forward to seeing them again naked, especially with the evidence of his recent spanking visible to all.
Instead, the two Amazons walked through the French doors from the living room. Each knelt gracefully in front of the Mistress, executing swan-like obeisances, foreheads to the ground and arms sweeping around.
“Good morning, dears. There wasn’t time for introductions last night, so let me correct that now. William, meet Reggie and Ronnie. Regina, Veronica, this is William.”
“William doesn’t know our routines yet, so please assist him with breakfast. William, do as they tell you.”
William went with the girls to the kitchen where he quietly followed their orders, fixing their breakfast. Once it was ready, Mistress Grace dished a plate piled high with food and sat down in the shade of the curving veranda, leaning back in a lounger. Mildly, she told William he could eat on his knees if he preferred that to sitting. The twins silently brought crystal bowls of water with them, and then sat quietly at either side of the Mistress.
William was shocked to see the Mistress hand feed each of the beautiful women from her plate as if they were pets. William’s cheeks heated with embarrassment for them. He couldn’t imagine the humiliation if the Mistress were to treat him that way. However, none of them acted as if anything out of the ordinary was taking place. At least, not until Regina missed a piece of French toast. The powdery white sugar splashed across the tip of her breast, encrusting her nipple.
The Mistress casually slid her hand under the offending breast, drawing it toward her. Regina rose up on her knees and leaned forward, allowing the Mistress to suckle the sugar from her breast.
“Naughty girl. You will be punished for that later,” the Mistress commented. She then returned to eating her breakfast and feeding the slave girls.
Once breakfast was finished and cleaned up, the Mistress suggested, “Why don’t you girls help William with his grooming while breakfast settles?”
Giggling, the girls each grabbed one of his hands and scurried off with him. Forty-five traumatic minutes later they emerged from the penthouse. William’s hair, nails, and cuticles had been trimmed, and his face and balls scraped free of stubble. His blood pressure was still elevated from watching Ronnie wield a straight razor.
Without comment, Mistress Grace told them, “Girls, take William for a swim.”
“Can we play with him, Mistress?” Regina asked saucily.
Grinning, Grace answered, “Yes, you can play with him, as long as none of you come.” Looking at William, she added, “William, do as they tell you.”
Reggie and Ronnie exchanged evil grins, and William looked at them warily. Veronica looked at Grace and asked, “Can we please have a padlock, Mistress?”
“William, can you swim?” the Mistress asked.
“Yes,” William answered cautiously.
“Fine. Here’s the padlock. Remember, he’s a novice, and you’re all going to have a busy day, so don’t wear yourselves out.” With that motherly advice, Mistress Grace retired to the house, leaving William facing two young women with grins the Cheshire cat would envy.
“Okay, Billy, kneel,” Reggie ordered.
“My name is William,” he responded, offended.
“Not today it isn’t,” chimed in Ronnie. “On your knees, Billy, or it will go harder with you.”
Never doubting that for a moment, William sank to his knees, shaking his head and wondering how he ever wound up in such a situation. In a calm, businesslike manner, Veronica drew his wrists behind his back and fastened the restraints together with the padlock. William patiently waited for the next command, certain he knew what it would be.
“Into the pool, Billy,” came the expected demand. “We’ve got games to play.” Regina informed him.
Rising, William slowly walked over to the pool, and entered it, taking the steps one at a time.
Ordered to the middle of the pool, William waited while the girls took up stations at either end. Displaying a red plastic ring to him, Veronica explained the rules of their first game. Basically a game of keep-away, the girls would throw the ring to each other, and William was to try to take it away from them. The ring was only in play so long as it was not in the hands of the twins, and, with his hands tied behind his back, he had to catch or retrieve the ring in his teeth.
William realized that if he stopped to think about the game he would become either too furious or too humiliated to play. Knowing the inevitable outcome of either response, he simply told his brain to shut up and gave his best efforts to the childish game. It didn’t take long, however, before William realized the word ‘childish’ had no business in a game involving three healthy, attractive, naked people. Especially when the two attractive, naked females delighted in rubbing their hands and bodies against him every chance they got.
Keeping score, the twins decided the game was over when William had captured the ring four times out of ten. They then moved on to their next game, which involved larger, thinner plastic rings, and an impromptu game of horseshoes, using William’s erection as the stake. This time, William’s job was to try to dodge the rings, and he was more successful, avoiding six of the ten rings.
Laughing, they dragged a winded William out of the pool and first dried themselves off, then made a major production of drying William off, pinching and petting as they went. Giggling and dragging William through the French doors, they immediately went to their knees, pulling William down with them, as they spotted their Mistress. She was seated in an armchair of beige antique silk, working on a laptop. Removing wire-framed glasses William had never seen before, she looked up at them.
“Mistress,” Veronica began, “may we take William to the padded room?”
The Mistress eyed them consideringly, then decided, “Yes, so long as there are no gags, and you leave the grill open. Are you planning on using any toys?”
“Just my hair box,” piped up Regina.
“That will be fine. No more than an hour, however. You will all need your rest.”
With that, William was again hustled down the hallway he entered the previous evening, this time being pushed into the first room on the right. William halted in consternation. The room was completely covered, walls, floor, and ceiling, in white vinyl. It was soft with some spongy material behind it, and black studs pressed deep into the vinyl every four or six inches or so, giving it the look of a bizarre quilt. The room was about twelve feet square, and even the door was covered in padded white vinyl, with the exception of a one foot square metal grill allowing outside observers to see in.
Veronica approached him. “We are going to secure you to the padded floor and play with you. Are you going to cooperate, or should we plan on forcing you? Either way is fine, I’d just like to know which you prefer.”
William eyed her as the strong, confident male he was. Certain he could resist them, he was still curious about what they intended. “I think I’d prefer to avoid force,” he said. “Someone could get hurt that way. Would you care to tell me what you have in mind?”
“Oh yes,” broke in the irrepressible Regina. “We’re going to tie you down and try to make you come. The Mistress said we’re not allowed to, so the game will be who can make the other lose control.”
“Does that mean I get a chance to make you two lose control?” asked William.
“Sure,” Reggie shrugged. “But we’re not novices,” she taunted.
“One question before we begin,” William asked. “How old are you two?”
“Above the age of legal consent, if that’s what’s worrying you,” Ronnie replied, a smile of derision curving her lips.
“Okay,” William shrugged. “I retract the question, at least for the moment.”
“So, what’s your answer?” asked Reggie. “Are you going to cooperate, or not?”
“How about a third option?” William suggested. “What if I agree to cooperate, but we hold off on tying me down? If I fail to cooperate, you two can always use force to restrain me later.”
They looked at each other, silent communication evidently taking place. “Agreed,” said Ronnie. “We only have an hour, so let’s get started.”
“Then how about removing these cuffs?” William returned.
“I’ll unlock them, but I think we’ll leave them in place, just in case we need them later,” Ronnie replied. Suiting her actions to the words, she unlocked the padlock and released William’s hands.
“I’ll be right back,” said Reggie, darting out the door.
“Where do you want me?” William asked Ronnie. She directed him to the center of the room, and had him lie on his back, spread-eagled.
“Now, you must pretend your wrists and ankles are pinned to the floor. No matter what we do to you, you cannot move them. Understood?”
William nodded his understanding, and waited. He was willing to play their game, but felt a lot better knowing he could respond if necessary.
Reggie returned carrying a purple plastic box about the size of a shoebox. As she opened it, William craned his head to see what it contained. He was baffled but relieved to find it held all sorts of paraphernalia for women’s hair. He was therefore confused when Reggie calmly sorted through the box and removed four plain elastic ponytail holders, one pink, ruffled ring of fabric, and six unidentifiable items made up of elastic connecting two plastic marbles together.
Picking up the pink scrunchie, Reggie turned to William and gently gathered his balls in her hand, then slid the scrunchie over them, winding it around them several times. Startled, William barely remembered to keep his arms and legs still as she worked. The resulting sensation was not painful, but the constriction made him very aware of that part of his anatomy.
Next, she picked up one of the elastic hair ties. Stretching it carefully over her fingers, she gently manipulated one of William’s balls into her hand, and slid the elastic over it, tightening the skin of the sac over the testicle. Again, the sensation was not painful, but William was aware of the pounding of his blood through that part of his body. Reggie continued the process until there were two elastic hair ties binding each testicle. “These are the four rings you missed in our earlier game,” she informed him.
Now Ronnie moved to his side, and took possession of the elastic and marble items. Three of them had pink plastic marbles, and three had purple marbles attached. Approaching William, she gently ran the palm of her hand up his partially erect shaft from base to tip. It jerked in response and she smiled. Then, making a circle of her thumb and forefinger, she began gently sliding up and down his shaft, bringing him to attention.
Looking him in the eye, she said, “How about a blowjob, Billy?” She laughed as his cock stiffened at her words, then bent forward, placing her lips over the head of his cock. Gently sucking, she swirled her tongue over the crown, and then delved into the indentation immediately below. William inhaled sharply in response. Ronnie proceeded at a very slow, gentle pace, engulfing him in her mouth, sucking gently as she withdrew, then repeating the process. William felt the blood rush to his groin, engorging his cock, the blood pounding through his constricted balls. The sensation was unique and tantalizing.
Satisfied with the results of her ministrations, Ronnie rocked back on her heels, and reached for one of the pink ponytail holders. She threw a warning glance at William, and told him to hold still. Then she pulled the elastic tight and wrapped it around the base of William’s cock, securing it by looping one of the marbles over the other one, forming a very tight cock ring.
Picking up a purple holder, she repeated the process, securing it immediately above the first cock ring. Alternating colors, Ronnie placed all six elastic rings tightly around William’s cock, the last one resting just below the crown. “These are for the six rings you missed in our game of keep-away,” Ronnie explained unnecessarily.
Though not actually painful, William felt the blood pumping forcefully though his erection and balls, sensitizing every nerve. He began to doubt the outcome of their upcoming contest, as his heartbeat increased in response to the new sensations in his groin.
“I get to ride!” called Reggie gaily.
“Why do I have to put up with his maiden voyage?” demanded Ronnie. “You know most men don’t have the vaguest clue about a woman’s body.”
William quirked an eyebrow at her in challenge, saying mildly, “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
Reluctantly, Ronnie straddled him, sliding her legs under his arms until she rested comfortably against his shoulders. William reached up to guide her sex to his lips, but Reggie called, “Hey, no fair. No hands.”
“I’m not holding her down, just guiding her,” William responded.
“It’s okay, Sis,” Ronnie said. “Let him have his turn.” Looking at him she added, “By the way, you’ve only got fifteen minutes.”
Nodding his understanding, William continued his interrupted task, settling her comfortably in front of him. Parting his lips, he just grazed the trimmed, spring-like hairs of her outer lips, his warm breath teasing her. She sighed in pleasure and opens her knees further, granting him fuller access to her sensitive core.
Slowly increasing the pressure of his lips, William brushed up and down the length of her gateway, waiting for the stimulation to cause her lips to engorge and open to him. He then gently inserted just the tip of his tongue into her moist cleft, tasting her, teasing her. As she relaxed back against his chest, William began running the tip of his tongue up and down her outer lips, dipping in and out as he went, taking his time, making sure she was fully aroused before continuing.
Slowly, he learned her body, flicking his tongue back and forth, up and down. As she became wetter, he moved his hands inside her thighs, stroking her as his tongue continued its assault. Moving upward, he touched the inner folds of her core for the first time. She hissed in pleasure at his delicate touch. Taking his time, he gently worked around the tissue, feeling it slowly engorge until it opened like a flower, revealing the round nub at its center. She tensed at his first touch, so he backed off, continuing to lave and suckle the surrounding petals.
Finally, he found the rhythm she needed, the long strokes of his tongue causing her to writhe above him. As he patiently continued, she began moving with him, moaning deep in her throat as she neared her climax. William continued his patient assault until Ronnie tried to pull away from him. Gripping her hips, he held her in place and speeded up the rhythm, sending her cascading into her climax.
William looked up at her, grinning in male satisfaction, but she did not return his smile. “We aren’t supposed to come, William. The Mistress will not be pleased,” she said, rolling off him.
Wounded, William’s pride came to his rescue. “To hell with that. What does she think is going to happen when she puts three horny, naked sex slaves together? I say we should take advantage of the situation, even if we have to take our punishment later.”
Reggie looked at Ronnie and said, “He does have a point, you know. We’re going to get it anyway; we might as well have some fun first.”
Slowly Veronica nodded, sighing. “It’s too late to close the barn door now, the stallion has already escaped,” she noted, quirking her lips.
“Good!” William clapped his hands together. “Now, who’s next?”
“I am,” Reggie replied. “It’ll be more fun if you are up for the ride, anyway,” she teased.
William lay back and spreads his arms wide. “I’m all yours,” he grinned.
Giggling, Reggie moved over beside him, then straddled his waist. “Do you still want my hands tied down, or can I help?” William asked her.
“Oh, help, by all means,” Reggie replied. “This’ll be great. We don’t get to please ourselves very often.” With that, she shifted her knees backwards until she was straddling William’s bound erection, and slowly impaled herself. William let her set the pace and get used to him as he stroked her hips and back with feather light touches. Apparently the marbles were not a problem for her, though, as she soon settled into the age-old rocking motion guaranteed to bring fulfillment.
William let her control the ride as he took her breasts in his palms and rubbed them in circular motions around her nipples. Reggie moaned at the attention, and increased the pace. William joined her, lifting his hips in time with her, driving himself deep into her heat. As he took control, his hands slid down to her waist, encircling it and pulling her to him with every thrust.
Reggie cried out with each stroke, encouraging William to take her faster and harder. Wrapping his arms tightly around her hips, he rolled over on top of her. Bracing his weight on his hands, he rose up above her and began pounding into her like a steam-driven piston. Her cries of encouragement became louder and more incoherent as he drove her toward her orgasm, and when she reached it, she cried out with the power of it. William continued to ride her, and just as she came down from one peak he pushed her over into a second one.
As the echoes reverberated through her, William stopped, cradling her in his arms, and allowed her to catch her breath. “Whew,” she said, looking up at him. “Forget what I said about you being a novice!” He chuckled low in his throat, and gently withdrew, still holding her close.
After a few minutes, Reggie rolled over and got to her feet. William sat up and said, “Well, girls, that was nice. What’s next on our program today?”
“Oh, no,” Ronnie intervened. “We’re not through with you. If we’ve got to take the punishment for coming, so do you.”
“I don’t think so, ladies. How are you going to force me if I’m not tied down?”
Ronnie quirked an eyebrow at Reggie, who picked something out of her hair box and held it up. It was a black elastic circle about two inches in width. With it in one hand, Reggie launched herself at William, plowing into his chest and forcing him onto his back. Quickly she straddled his chest and looped the headband around his throat, passing one end through the other, creating a makeshift choke chain.
William grabbed her thighs, preparatory to throwing her off him, but stopped at Ronnie’s shouted warning, “Don’t, William! You’ll get hurt.”
“Let me explain,” Reggie said levelly. “I’ve got my wrist wrapped in this band. If you throw me off you, it is going to tighten about your throat.”
“So what?” William demanded.
“So, when your oxygen supply is cut off you will pass out. And you will wake up to find yourself tied down so thoroughly you’ll be begging the Mistress for help before we are done with you. If that thought doesn’t appeal to you, how about you just relax and let us have our fun?”
It didn’t take William long to assess the situation and agree with her. “All right, you got me fair and square. I give.”
“Maybe,” said Ronnie, “but I think we’ll use that padlock anyway.” So saying, she grasped William’s hands and pulled them over his head, snapping the padlock in place. She then pulled on one of the black pins that formed the “quilting” of the vinyl pad. It sprang up and she slid the loop of the padlock into it before rotating it back to its recessed position. Thus, William once again found himself on his back with his arms bound over his head and attached to the floor. With Reggie still sitting on his chest, he was effectively pinned in place.
“All right,” Ronnie said, “my turn to do the honors. Spread your legs, Billy.” With that, she settled herself comfortably between his legs, and, starting at the bottom, began to remove the ponytail holders from William’s cock. The sensation of returning blood flow was painful, and he groaned. Ronnie removed them one at a time, allowing the circulation to return slowly. By the time she finished, William’s cock was throbbing, and felt three times its normal size.
Ronnie then leaned forward and began to lick his shaft, starting at the base and working her way slowly to the tip. In fitting revenge, she took her time, licking and nibbling at the tender skin as she moved up and down his length. William groaned repeatedly at this treatment, as his already sensitive cock was teased mercilessly. At length, she moved her attentions to the crown, swirling her tongue around him, lapping up the pearl of fluid at the tip.
William shifted his hips, urging her to take him into her mouth. “Please, Ronnie, no more teasing. I can’t take it,” he begged. He spread his legs wide in invitation as she yielded and took him into her mouth. Opening her throat, she glided down to engulf him all the way to his base, sending William out of his mind. No one had ever been able to take all of him before, and the sensation was incredible. Ronnie sucked gently, running her tongue back and forth across the tender underside of his erection as William moaned and squirmed in pleasure. Brushing her hand across his balls, she could feel they were already tight and drawn upward towards his body. Knowing she didn’t have much time, she settled down to a smooth rhythm, stroking her pursed lips up and down his length, gently sucking him into her mouth and throat.
William strained to hold back, her mouth felt so good he wanted to draw this out, but his control slipped with each stroke. At last, with a deep-throated growl, his control vanished and his climax roared through him, spasming through his groin almost painfully.
Ronnie milked him with her mouth, drawing every last tremor out of his body as he tensed, muscles straining from the sensations rocking his body. With one final shudder, he relaxed, spent and breathless from the power of his orgasm. Ronnie slowly leaned back, releasing his now flaccid member. With gentle hands, she removed the elastic bands and scrunchie from his balls, then got up and helped her sister to rise. William was still recovering his breath when he saw the two sisters freeze. Turning his head to look, he saw Mistress Grace standing in the doorway, looking coldly at the three of them.
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