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The Drinking Game – Part 2
“Say what,” said Ebony, “I’ll grab the gear bag and I’ll explain it to you outside, so Cunt can hear every word. That way it’ll add to his – oh, Red, you’re good at this, what am I getting’ at?”
I grinned. “It will add to the awful apprehension he’s been feeling since you’ve had him suspended in that flogging frame with a gallon of piss hanging over his head for the past hour and a half,” I said.
“Yeah,” smiled Ebony, “somethin’ like that!”
And with that we three dommes marched out to the spot chosen for Cunt’s punishment. His naked body was now glistening all over with sweat, and his cock started to rise towards a hard-on as he saw all three of his tormentresses walk towards him.
Ebony indicated that Fleur and I should lie back on sun loungers, and then she delved into her gear bag. From it, she produced a sheet of paper, a ballpoint pen, one of those timers which pours sand from one glass down to another, and a digital clock.
“Right,” she said, “now pay attention, team. This is just a little game to play as part of the way we punish this pervert here. Each section of his punishment will be timed by the timer to last 10 minutes.
“After 10 minutes with the leather paddle, he gets permission to suck on the tube holding my glorious golden nectar. Then, the second domme will take up the single-tailed lash.
“When she cracks it across his back, buttocks – whatever – it’s the signal for him to block the end of the tubing with his tongue again, and we turn the timer over and he gets 10 more minutes.
“Then he gets a ‘comfort stop’ to suck on more of my sweet-tasting piss, and then the third domme gets stuck into him with the three-tailed lash. And so on.
“Now, the game for us is to estimate how long it’s gonna take for him to empty the piss bag – a gallon of urine, remember. And it’s in 10-minute blocks – say, for example, between 40 and 50 minutes. OK, who wants to go first?”
Fleur looked at me, then at the hard-cocked slut in the frame, and asked: “This Cunt, as you call him, is he a real piss freak?”
Ebony nodded. “When he’s drinking straight from my pisser, he’s hard all the time. He’s a real piss perve, Fleur.”
Fleur pondered. “And he gets around a minute, or so, as we change floggers, and so on?”
Ebony nodded. “Yep, no one’s allowed to drag it out to ridiculous lengths, but there’s no fuckin’ rush, either. I mean, we’re all here to enjoy ourselves, right?”
Then I asked my question. “But surely, Ebony, you’re at a huge advantage over me and Fleur, here,” I said. “I mean, you know how long it’s gonna take him?”
Ebony shook her head. “Nope, never played this game with Cunt before. That correct, Cunt?”
The naked, sweating slave nodded his head, miserably.
Fleur went on. “OK, I’ll take your word for it, Ebony – but I’d never trust a fuckin’ slave!”
After we’d stopped laughing, the PVC-clad domme said: “Well, if I’m gonna guess I’d say it would have to be more than an hour, so I’ll give him between 70 and 80 minutes.”
Ebony wrote Fleur’s estimate down on the paper. “Red,” she asked, “what about you?”
I looked up at the sweating slave and saw how his cock head was oozing globs of pre-cum. Fuck, he was getting off on this!
“Let’s say 80 to 90 minutes,” I said. “That would seem to be about right.”
Ebony entered my prediction, then told us: “Well, it’s obviously gonna take him more than an hour, and I think a bit more, and that leaves me with only one choice – I’ll say 90 to 100 minutes.” She wrote it down.
“Now,” she said, “who wants to give him the paddle first? Remember, we all get turns at each of ‘em, because there’s no one way he’s gonna drain all that piss in three whippings.”
I looked at the lovely piss pervert hanging nude before us and said: “OK, I’ll play the game. Let me spank his delicious butt first.”
Ebony grinned and held up a finely manicured hand: “Not so fast, Red, you darling domina, first we’ve got to add something to his body. Can’t have him all naked, he might get ideas above his station.”
And with that, the black dominatrix produced a rubber bag from her gear bag and walked to her sweating slave. She dragged opened the tight neck of the see-through bag and fastened it around his erection and his heavy ball sac.
“There,” she said, stepping to one side and stroking his cock through the rubber, “that’s so if he overflows he won’t piss on your lovely lawn, Red!”
When Ebony returned to the three sun loungers, Fleur had a question: “Hold on, before we start whipping piss slut here, what’s the prize for getting the right answer?”
Ebony paused. “Dunno – let me think.”
But I was ready before her. Picking up the lovely brown leather paddle, I suggested: “The winner gets to go solo with him for the amount of time it takes him to drain the bag of piss.”
Fleur grinned at Ebony. “Sounds fine by me – OK with you, honey?”
Ebony nodded. “Sure, now let’s cut the talk and start the fuckin’ flogging’ – go on, Red, I know you can’t wait!”
She was right there. I walked slowly behind the naked pain slut, smiling at his apprehensive look as I stepped behind him and looked at his muscle-rippling back, buttocks and thighs. His calves, too, were straining from his tip-toe position.
I brought my arm back and saw Ebony press the clock timer, at the same time turning over the timer, so the grains of sands started to fall to the glass below. “Go ahead, Red,” she told me, “he’s all yours!”
The leather whipped across his butt and made the firm, bronzed flesh bounce as it impacted on him. I worked slowly on him, switching from side to side, a stroke or three from the left hand, then repeating the dose with the right.
Soon his butt was a warm red color, despite his suntan, and then I saw that Fleur and his mistress, were both fingering their pussies as they lay back on their loungers in front of him.
It was time for me to add some oral humiliation to his whipping.
Cracking the paddle across the back of his left thigh I called out: “Look at the mistresses, Cunt. They’re enjoying themselves. How about you? I guess you’re in pain, while they’re in pleasure.”
Fleur called to me: “Well, he sure as hell has lost his hard-on, Red. He’s as limp as. Seems like that paddle isn’t his idea of floggin’ fun!”
“And that’s a fuckin’ pity,” said Ebony, her voice excited from her masturbation as she watched her slave being punished, “because you’re only half-way through his 10 minutes, Red!”
I grinned and hefted the paddle against the back of his right thigh, then worked it over steadily, before returning to even up the count on his left.
Then, with the last few minutes, I re-ignited his butt.
At last Ebony shouted “Time’s up, Red – time to suck on that tubing, Cunt!”
As I placed the paddle on the leather settle, Fleur got up and picked up the single-tailed lash. “Let me at him, ladies,” she said, as I lay back on my warm-leathered lounger, and watched as Cunt took his first drink.
First, he removed his tongue from its blocking place on the end of the tube, and as he did a large air bubble rose through the urine bag, until it billowed at the top of the yellow surface, with a churning of the piss.
Then he started to glug the golden cocktail down while Fleur ran the single-lashed flogger across his upper chest before strolling behind his suspended figure.
“Time to instruct him to quit quaffing,” shouted Ebony, and Fleur slashed the lash across the slave’s upper back, a stroke which made his body stiffen in his bonds and then jerk from the pain.
Ebony leaned forward and turned the sand glass over and called out to the PVC dominatrix behind her slut: “10 minutes, Fleur, away you go!”
Fleur started his flogging, working on his buttocks, then the backs of his thighs before switching her attention to his upper back and shoulder blades.
I looked at the urine bag above the sweat-pouring pervert’s head. “How much has he got down so far, you reckon, Ebony?”
She looked at the urine level and told me: “I think he’s got through more than a pint, but not two. Still, he’s thirsty and he’s gonna get through more the first three or four chugs. But after that, he’s gonna find it fuckin’ hard going to drain the bag. Sheeeeet – a gallon, that’s a lot of piss!”
As Fleur continued her flagellation of Cunt, I slowly stroked myself to a semi-orgasm, but I decided to hold off, and got up to walk around behind the slightly-swaying slave’s torso to see what effect Fleur was having on his toned body.
The sight was arousing, even to an experienced domina like myself!
His shoulder blades and upper back were a profusion of stripes where the single-tailed lash had left its calling card on his skin. Similar thing stripes had appeared on his butt, which was already a bright red from the earlier application of the broader leather paddle.
Then I heard Ebony speaking. “OK, Fleur, time’s up. Get chugging, Cunt!”
I waited behind the swaying slave as Fleur replaced the lash on the settle, and lay back on her lounger. Then Ebony was standing beside me, running the three tails of the triple flogger through her fingers, a cruel smile on her lovely face.
Then Fleur leaned forward to turn the glass timer over. “OK, Cunt,” she informed our submissive, “block the fuckin’ tube.”
Cunt did as he was told, sending another air bubble floating up through the urine bag to the surface of the piss.
“Resume the floggin’, Ebony,” called Mistress Fleur, and I stepped away to admire the black domme’s whip technique.
She drew her arm back lazily, then sent the flogger’s cruel tips splatting against the slave’s criss-crossed upper back. His body jerked as if struck by electricity as the blow sent waves of pain coursing through him.
Smiling at my fellow domme-in-arms, I walked back to my lounger and resumed my trench stroking and about half-way through Cunt’s third flagellation session, I felt an intensely strong climax crash through my quim. Laying back and revelling in his pain, the lovely warmth of the sun and my cooling spritzer, I looked at Fleur.
She had just calmed down from an orgasm too, and she leaned over so we could clink glasses.
“Here’s to femdom,” she said. “And I’m next with the paddle.”
I grinned: “Be my guest!”
After Ebony had whaled away across her slave’s back, buttocks and the backs of his thighs for over nine minutes, I saw that the sand had almost totally drained into the lower receptacle. When it was fully switched from top to bottom, I called out: “Time’s up, Ebony. Resume drinkies, Cunt!”
As Ebony walked back and laid the triple-flailed flogger on the settle, Cunt chugged as fast as he could on the tube feeding the liquid from the piss bag down to his mouth, then Fleur had stood and was hefting the brown paddle.
She looked back at Ebony and me, and the black domina picked up the glass sand time and turned it over: “Plug the piss tube, Cunt, resume paddling, Fleur!”
As Fleur paid careful attention to the fronts and inside of Cunt’s well-shaped thighs, I saw the pitcher of spritzer had been drained.
“And speaking of piss,” I told her, “we’re out. I’m gonna replenish the pitcher.”
Ebony joined me in the kitchen and we watched Fleur work on the suspended slut from the cool of the house. “How much has he got through now, then, Mistress Expert?” I asked my guest.
Ebony squinted at the tableau before us out by the pool. “I reckon he’s got through about five pints,” she said, “because he gulps down over a pint each ‘comfort stop.”
I made the easy calculation. “Five pints gone, five to go?”
Ebony agreed. “Yep, five and now he’s gonna slow down. He won’t be able to keep up that intake. We started the game just over half an hour ago – I somehow don’t think Fleur’s guess is gonna be accurate.”
I picked up the new pitcher of Spritzer.
“So it’s between you and me, then Ebony,” I said.
We walked back out into the strong sunshine, where Fleur was now working on Cunt’s belly and pectorals with the paddle.
Ebony and I lay back on our loungers and resumed stroking our wet pussies. The lovely domina looked across at me as Fleur came to the end of her 10-minute punishment session with the sweat-streaked slut.
She raised a glass of cooling spritzer and we clinked glasses: “May the best domme win!”
To be continued.
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