Angel with a devil inside

ANGEL WITH A DEVIL INSIDE

Chapter 1 - When I first met her

We met about two years ago, in the mall. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was walking ahead of me in the mall, and I noticed her hair. She has beautiful waist length red hair. It is somewhat thick, and it just flows from her head. She was wearing it loosely and it was all I could see. I caught up with her, and her face was just as beautiful as her hair. I noticed her deep blue eyes as I looked at her and said, “Hi. I saw you walking and I just had to come over and meet you.”

She laughed. I started thinking how lame that sounded, and I was a little embarrassed. I thought about walking away, when she stopped laughing and said, “I’m sorry I laughed. That’s the most honest pickup line I’ve heard all week, and I appreciate it, but it just struck me as funny. I didn’t expect to be hit on in the mall.”

I asked her, “Would you like to get something to eat?”

“Sure, why not”, she replied.

We walked over to the food court, and she wanted a chicken salad. I got it for her, and I went over to the Chinese stand and got some beef hunan over rice. We sat down, and I said, “My name is Bert.”

“I’m Angel. Pleased to meet you.” She put her hand out, and I shook it. We ate, and didn’t say much until we finished eating. I was a little nervous, and I asked her, “What do you like to do?”

“I like getting oral sex”, she replied. She saw the look on my face, and she smiled. If she wanted to shock me, she did. She continued, “Actually, I love to drive around the area and visit all of the different places and parks. I’m glad I live here, where the beach is a couple of hours away, the mountains are an hour away, and the bay is less than an hour from here. How about you? What do you like to do?”

“I like to read, mostly. I haven’t been to the beach yet, although I’ve driven over to the mountains and done some hiking. I’ve also been to some of the museums, especially when it gets cold. I’ve never been on the bay. Do you have a boat?”

“No, but sometimes I’ve gone out with someone who has a boat. I mostly head over to the bay when I don’t have time for the beach. I like to just sit in the shade and watch the boats and think.”

We talked for over an hour. I was attracted to her. She was smart and funny. I got her number and gave her mine. I called her later that week, and we went out the following Saturday. We drove to the mountains and hiked most of the afternoon. I had a really great time, and I think she did too. We went out to the movies and some of the local restaurants, and she went with me to an art museum. We got to know each other better. One night I brought her home from an Italian restaurant, and walked her to her door. I moved to kiss her good night, and instead of kissing she said, “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, I would, thank you”, I replied. We walked into her apartment building. She lived in one of those new apartment complexes where you had to be buzzed through the front door to get to the apartments. We walked down a hallway and arrived at her apartment door. We went in, and it was a nice two-bedroom apartment. It was interesting in that there was an interior hallway running parallel to the external hallway through the length of the apartment, and all of the rooms came off the interior hallway. The living room was first, then the kitchen, the master bedroom, the bathroom, and finally the second bedroom. The interior hallway seemed like a waste of space, but it was interesting. We walked into the living room, and sat next to each other on the sofa. We talked for a few minutes, and Angel climbed on my lap. She kissed me. We kissed for a few minutes, and she straightened up and took off her blouse. I guessed that she was wearing a 38C bra. I looked at her chest for a few seconds, and I kissed the top of her large breasts. She pulled my head up and kissed me. While we were kissing, she took her bra off, and put my hands on her breasts. She leaned back while I played with her breasts. They were soft and cuddly. Her nipples hardened as I played with them. She had nice round breasts that seemed larger than a C cup. She let me play with her breasts for a few minutes before she got up from my lap. She pulled me up from the sofa, and led me to her bedroom. She had oak bedroom furniture and an interesting oak bed frame. The headboard and footboard both were made of oak posts. Light oak posts approximately one-inch square alternated with gaps of about one-inch. The headboard and footboard were framed with a nice three-inch piece of slightly darker oak.

We kicked off our shoes. I took off her skirt and panties, while she took off my shirt, slacks, and boxers. She sat on the bed while I knelt down on the floor and took off her stockings. I got up and sat down on the bed. I picked up my legs one at a time, and she took off my socks. We were both naked, and we just looked at each other for a few seconds. Her bush was as red as her hair, and neatly trimmed. I’m not an athlete, but she seemed happy with what she saw. We lay down, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. She pushed me on my back, and climbed up on me, straddling my face with her pussy. I was happy to see that she shaved around her pussy. “Eat me”, she commanded as she dropped her pussy on my face. I licked the juices from her already wet pussy, and searched for her clit with my tongue. She had an interesting taste, slightly salty, but not too strong. I wrapped my arms around her back and licked her pussy and sucked on her clit for several minutes. I could feel her wiggling and hear her moaning and panting. I think she came three times before she got off my face. She lay on my chest for several minutes resting before she sat up. I rubbed her back, and felt her putting a condom on my throbbing cock. She hopped on my cock, and rode it. I enjoyed lying there and watching her breasts swing up and down. Since I could see her face, I was surer when she had an orgasm. After her second orgasm, she collapsed on my chest. I ran my hands along her back while she rested. My cock was still warm and hard inside her.

After a few minutes she looked up at me and asked me, “Did you come?”

I replied, “Sorry, but no I didn’t”.

She said, “Oh”.

“I don’t come usually during intercourse. I’m not physically sensitive. It’s alright.”

“What do you do, usually?”

“I usually play with myself. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it later.”

”I’ll take care of it now.” She got up and left the room. She returned a minute later with a hand towel and some baby oil. She took the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She put some baby oil on her right palm, and started masturbating me. She lay down beside me, and we kissed while she played with my cock. It took a few minutes, but I came. She cleaned me up with the hand towel, then cleaned the baby oil from her hand. We cuddled for another half-hour before she said, “It’s getting late.” I took the hint and got up and got dressed. She walked me to the door. I kissed her good night, and left.

We kept dating, and most of the time we would end up in her bed. She always wanted me to eat her, and to fuck with her on top. I almost never came during her fucking. She would masturbate me after we fucked, and we would cuddle for a while before I left. One night she was resting on my chest after her fucking. She looked up at me, and asked, “Did you come?”

I answered, “No”.

She sat up on my hips, with my hard cock still in her. She put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and asked, “Why not? Is there something wrong with me? Don’t you like fucking me?”

I thought for a minute before answering, “Yes Angel, I love having sex with you. No, there’s nothing wrong with you. I’ve always had trouble cumming during sex. I’m not very sensitive. I’ve always needed to masturbate to orgasm.”

She continued to glare at me. “I’m not going to masturbate you any more. I’m tired of it. It may be pleasurable for you but it’s gotten boring for me.”

I looked up at Angel. I could see she was serious. I replied, “I’m sorry that I’ve imposed on you. If you don’t want to masturbate me any more, then you don’t have to.”

She got off my cock, and I got up and started getting dressed. She sat on the bed and watched me as I left the bedroom. I let myself out of her apartment and went home. I didn’t call her for almost a week. I was a little angry at the way she surprised me in the bedroom. If she was tired of masturbating me she could’ve told me when we weren’t in bed. But I remembered the good times we’d had, and I called her for another date. We went out, and had a good time. She didn’t invite me in. We kept dating, and sometimes we ended up in her bed. I always ate her, and fucked with her on top. I never came. We would cuddle afterwards, and I would leave.

One night after a date Angel invited me in. We were sitting on the bed naked, and I expected to lay down and eat her. Instead, she said, “Bert, I’ve been thinking. It’s not fair to you for us to keep having sex like this. I orgasm constantly, but you don’t. I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. Have you ever heard of a masturbatrix?”

I was surprised. I thought for a minute and answered, “No I haven’t. It sounds something like a dominatrix.”

She smiled at me. “You’re right. Do you know what a dominatrix does?”

I thought for a couple of minutes. “I’ve never seen a real dominatrix. I’ve seen pictures and drawings though. They tie up men and torment them in some manner. Or the men wait on and serve the dominatrix.”

She smiled at me and took my hands in hers. “A dominatrix is a woman that dominates either men or women. Bondage, torment, or service can fulfill the feelings of domination, yes. Have you ever fanaticized about serving a dominatrix?”

“I don’t know. Sure, I’ve seen the pictures, and some of them have aroused me. I’ve never really thought about it before. Why do you ask?”

“Like I said before, I’ve been doing some reading on the Internet. A masturbatrix is a dominatrix that focuses on and torments a man’s cock. You got me started thinking about the subject. Our first time in bed, I was surprised that you didn’t come, and needed to be masturbated. I hadn’t masturbated anyone other than you since I was in high school. At first, I didn’t mind, but I got more and more resentful each time. Finally, I blew up at you that night, and I’m sorry I did that. That was a bad time, and wasn’t fair to you. I started searching on the Internet to see how common your lack of sensitivity was, and I found some medical research. I also found several dominatrix and masturbatrix stories on Usenet. I got wet and horny just reading them, and I decided I was interested in learning how to be a masturbatrix. I know you’d be a good subject because of your lack of sensitivity. Would you be willing to submit to me as your masturbatrix?"

I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. I can tell you’re excited about trying this out, but I don’t know how I feel about submitting to you. Will you give me some time to think about it?”

“Yes, you can think about it. Let’s cuddle.” We lay on the bed and kissed and cuddled for a while. Then I ate her, and she fucked me. She was lying on my chest resting while I rubbed her back with my hands. I was thinking about how good my life with Angel was, and answered, “Yes, I will submit to you, my masturbatrix.” She sat up on my hips with my hard cock still in her and grinned at me. She rubbed my chest with her hands and said, “I’m happy you decided to serve me. I think you’re going to like this. I will let you know when I want to be a masturbatrix by wearing a particular outfit.” She got up off of me, and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a black patent leather skirt and top, and put them on. The top was low cut and barely covered her nipples. She looked very erotic, and my cock jumped when I saw her in the leather outfit. “When I’m wearing this outfit, I am Mistress Angel. You will not speak, except to answer me. Do you understand?”

I got the idea. “Yes Mistress”, I answered.

“Good.” She walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a belt from the top drawer. She walked to the side of the bed and handcuffed my wrists to the headboard. She wrapped the belt around my ankles and buckled it. She pulled the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She sat on the side of the bed and slapped my cock a couple of times. “This little toy is mine now. I intend to have some fun with it.” She got up and walked over to the dresser. She pulled a pair of black gloves from the top drawer, and put them on. They covered her hands and forearms all the way to her elbows. She came back and sat on the side of the bed. Now that she was closer, I could see that she was wearing lace gloves. She rubbed her hands on my chest, and I could feel the roughness of the lace against my skin. She rubbed my chest with her hands for a few minutes, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?”

“No Mistress”, I answered. “You seem very aroused. Are you sure you don’t want me to play with you now?”

“Yes Mistress”, I answered.

“Very well. Eat me.” She climbed up on me, and I could see she was also wearing black patent leather pumps with 3” heels. I hadn’t noticed her putting them on, and I was surprised. She sat on my face, and dropped the skirt around my head. I had eaten her dozens of times before, but this was different. I was bound, and the skirt made it dark and kept me from seeing what I was doing. She had already came eight times before she tied me up, and she stayed on my face until she came four more times. I wasn’t sure how long I was eating her, but my jaw was getting very sore. She got up from my face, sat on the side of the bed, and asked, “Do you want me to play with you now?”

I guessed that eventually she would masturbate be no matter how I answered, but I wanted to see what she was going to do. “No Mistress”, I answered.

She shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Too bad. You seem horny.” She reached over to the end table by the bed. She opened the drawer, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and an ashtray. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. I was shocked. I had no idea that Angel smoked. I don’t like being around people who smoke, but I found myself getting aroused. I think it was the bad girl image I was seeing that was arousing me. She finished the cigarette, and took her top off. She straddled my legs, lit another cigarette, and took a puff. I was very aroused. The sight of Angel topless and smoking was making me very horny. The gloves and skirt just made her breasts that much more obvious. She looked like a very evil woman. She started stroking my throbbing cock with her left hand, lightly at first. I felt the roughness of the lace on my cock. She kept stroking until she finished her second cigarette. She lit another cigarette, and continued the stroking. She was stroking harder now, and it felt like sandpaper against my cock. I came just before she finished the third cigarette. I looked at my cock and noticed that it was bleeding. Angel got off my legs, and put the cigarettes on the end table. She untied me, and put a cloth on my cock until the bleeding stopped. I got dressed, and left.

Chapter 2 - I learn my place

I called Angel a couple of days later to arrange our next date. She asked me, “How did you like me dominating you?”

“I was surprised at how much I enjoyed your performance. You really put some thought and preparation into it, getting the leather outfit and gloves. I was definitely aroused watching you tease me and smoke.”

“Will you submit to me as your masturbatrix?”

“Yes Mistress, I will.” “Good. I enjoyed being so mean and nasty to you. In the future, when you come to pick me up for our date, if I answer the door dressed normally, we’ll go out. If I answer the door wearing my leather outfit, you will serve and obey me for the evening.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I gush every time you say Mistress. I’m looking forward to our next session. Talk to you later.”

When I arrived at Angel’s apartment to pick her up for our date, I was a little scared. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her surprising me with the leather outfit. She answered the door wearing a nice outfit, and we went out and saw a movie. After the movie, we returned to her apartment, and had a nice evening of cuddling and sex. A couple of days later, we went out again, this time to a nice Italian restaurant. After we ate, we returned to her apartment.

The first time Angel answered the door wearing her leather outfit, I was actually kind of glad. I noticed she was also wearing black hose. She let me in, and commanded, “Strip in the living room”. I went to the living room, and took off my clothes. Once I was naked I stood there, waiting for her next command. I didn’t have to wait long. “Put your arms behind your back, and spread your legs.” I put my arms behind my back and spread my legs. I found that holding my wrists made it easier. “Good. I want you to stand like that whenever you are not otherwise serving me.” She left the room, and let me stand there for about ten minutes before she came back and commanded, “Come with me”.

I followed her into the second bedroom, which I hadn’t seen before. The room was empty, except for a television set. There were a couple of eyebolts in the ceiling, about six feet apart, with a rope tied to each one. There was a wooden box on the floor, about two feet square and a foot high. “Stand on the box facing the TV.” I got on the box, and she used a small stepladder to tie my wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. After she tied both my wrists, she picked up a spreader bar in the corner of the room that was about three feet long. “Get off the box and spread your legs.” I did, and the ropes tied to my wrists became very taut. She moved the box to the side, and tied the ends of the spreader bars to my ankles. When she was finished, I could just barely touch the floor with my heels. If I stood on my tiptoes it eased the strain on my wrists. I was wondering how long I was going to be tied like this when she walked over to the TV. “Watch this video. We’ll discuss it afterwards.”

Angel turned on the VCR, turned out the light, and left the room, closing the door. The tape had to rewind, which took a few minutes. My eyes had time to adjust to the dark room. The tape started, and it was an X rated tape with a dominant woman and a submissive man. The woman was very attractive, with long blonde hair and obvious breast implants. She had on shoulder length black gloves, stockings, and pumps with four or five inch stiletto heels. Her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The man looked slightly athletic. He was naked. The video started with her standing and him kneeling before her on a hardwood floor. His wrists and ankles were bound together behind his back. She walked around him and verbally abused him for several minutes while he looked down at the floor in front of him. She called him “a worthless prick”, “slime”, “not worthy of me”, “disgusting dog shit”, and many other things. Then she poured a box of tacks on the floor, walked over to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and commanded, “Crawl over here and eat me, you worthless toad. You better get here before I finish this cigarette.” He started to crawl over to her, but with his wrists and ankles tied together he could only move an inch or two at a time. She was leaning back on the sofa, smoking, watching him crawl through the tacks to her. After a few minutes he finally made it over to her and ate her pussy. She had a couple of orgasms, then pulled his head back.

The video cut to some kind of dungeon. He was tied up like I was, except his wrists and ankles were bound with chains attached to leather restraints instead of ropes. I could see that his knees were all cut up, I suppose from the tacks. She was standing in front of him, whipping his chest and cock with a cat-o-nine tails whip. She moved all around him, whipping his back, bottom, arms, and legs. Then the video cut to him being bound by his wrists and ankles on some sort of table. There was this leather thing wrapped around his cock and balls, attached to a rope going through a pair of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. She pulled on the rope, and pulled him up off the table by his cock until his bottom was at least three or four inches off the table. She left him hanging by his cock for a few minutes while she smacked his legs and chest with a riding crop.

The video cut to her lying down on a bed. She was completely naked. Now I was sure she had breast implants, because her breasts were still jutting into the air. She was smoking, and looking towards the foot of the bed. Then the camera cut to him. He was standing about four feet beyond the foot of the bed, with his wrists bound behind his back with leather restraints. The leather thing was still on his cock. The camera angle changed a little, and I could see that there was a rope tied to the leather thing, that went through his legs and up to a pulley attached to the ceiling, then back to the floor. There were barbell weights tied to the rope. They looked like five and ten pound weights, and they were all lying on the floor. There looked to be at least a dozen weights on the floor. Then the camera cut back to her finishing her cigarette, holding up her arms, and saying, “Come here and pleasure me, you worthless excuse of a man.” He started walking towards the bed, and just as he got to the foot of the bed, the camera showed a five-pound weight leaving the floor. He winced, then bent over and started kissing and licking her toes. He moved up her legs, and when he got to her knees, the camera showed that a ten-pound weight left the floor. By the time he was kissing near her pussy, there were twenty-five pounds of weights hanging on the rope pulling on his cock. He started to eat her pussy, and she said, “No, you moron, I want some foreplay first.” She pulled him up to her breasts, and he sucked on her nipples. The camera showed forty pounds of weights hanging on the rope. After a few minutes, she pulled him up to her face and kissed him. He was grimacing, and the camera showed fifty pounds hanging on the rope. After a few more minutes, she let him slide back down the bed to her pussy. He ate her with gusto, and I’m sure his cock felt better with only twenty-five pounds pulling on it. She had a couple of orgasms, and then the video ended.

The video was rewinding when Angel came back into the room. She turned on the light and I could hear her turning the TV off. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, she was standing in front of me on the box, smoking a cigarette. Her face was a little above mine. She looked down at me and said, “Well, what did you think? Did you enjoy the video?”

I didn’t know what she wanted me to say. “No, Mistress”, I answered.

“Liar. I can see how hard your cock is.” She gave my cock a couple of slaps with her left hand, and continued, “Now tell me, what did you enjoy the most on the video?”

I didn’t want to tell her. I was afraid she was going to act out the scenes from the video. Admittedly, they were arousing to watch, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to actually do those things to my cock or me. But I was still bound, and I decided to tell her the truth. “The last scene, Mistress, where he was pleasuring her while weights were pulling on his cock.”

She took a drag of the cigarette, and grabbed my balls with her left hand. She squeezed my balls lightly and said, “Good. Now tell me the rest of the scenes from the video in the order they aroused you.”

I took a deep breath and answered quickly. “The scene where he crawled through the tacks to get to her. Then the scene where he was tied on the table suspended by his cock and whipped. Then the scene where he was tied like I am now and whipped. Least, the scene where she was verbally abusing him, Mistress.”

She gave my balls a hard squeeze, then let go. She took a drag of the cigarette, then grabbed the back of my head. She pulled my face into hers, kissing me, and exhaling at the same time. I didn’t like the taste of the cigarette smoke, but I was aroused by what she was doing to me. After she kissed me, she said, “Good. You must be honest with me so that I can torment you properly. I enjoyed watching the entire video. I bet I came at least eight times while I watched it. Did you come any?”

“No, Mistress”, I answered.

“Too bad.” She slapped my cock a few times with her left hand. She was almost finished with the cigarette, so she stepped off the box, moved it to the side, and walked over to the TV. She put the cigarette out in the ashtray on top the TV, then walked over to the closet. She came out with a pair of handcuffs and a plastic mop bucket. She came over to me, locked one half of the handcuffs around my cock behind my balls, looped the handcuffs through the bucket handle, and then locked the other half of the handcuffs around my cock behind my balls. The empty bucket was hanging from my cock. She left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a couple of pitchers of ice water, one in each hand. She put them down on the wooden box, then left the room again.

She returned with a glass. She had put on the black lace gloves. She poured a glass of ice water from one of the pitchers, and moved in front of me. She started stroking my cock lightly with her left hand, while sipping from the glass. After a few minutes, she poured the glass of water into the bucket. Then she walked over the to pitchers, poured another glass of water, and moved in front of me. Again, she started stroking my cock lightly with her left hand, while sipping from the glass. Again, after a few minutes, she poured the glass of water into the bucket. She repeated this several times, each time the bucket filling with water, getting heavier. I lost count, but I guess she poured more than a dozen glasses of water into the bucket, each glass adding to the weight, pulling more and more on my cock. Finally, she put the glass down, moved the pitchers off the box and on the floor, lit a cigarette, moved the box, and stood on it in front of me. She blew smoke in my face while she masturbated me with her left hand. I came just as she was finishing the cigarette. I was already tired from standing on my toes on and off for well over ninety minutes. Cumming felt good but afterwards just made me pull on my wrists more. She kissed me, then unlocked the handcuffs from my cock. She untied the spreader bar, and I could finally put my legs together and stand on my feet. She used the stepladder to untie my wrists. I almost fell down when my wrists were untied, but I was able to keep standing. I went into the living room, got dressed, and left.

Chapter 3 - Getting used to her moods

I called Angel a couple of days later to arrange our next date. She didn’t bring up our session, and I didn’t either. Our next date was a trip to the zoo, and it was an enjoyable couple of hours. When we got back in the car, I asked her, “So how’s my masturbatrix?” She just stared straight ahead and didn’t say a word, so I started the car, and took her home. She invited me in, and we would up in her bed. I ate her, and she got on top of me for sex. After the sex while she was resting on my chest, I asked her, “Do you like being my masturbatrix?” She suddenly sat up, my cock still in her pussy, and slapped me across the face. She screamed, “Don’t you ever bring that subject up with me on an ordinary date, do you understand!” I was confused by her reaction, and I almost said “Yes, Mistress”. What I actually said was, “I’m sorry Angel.” She got up, and I got up, got dressed, and went home.

We went out on three more dates. I think we went to a movie, a Mexican restaurant, and an art museum. The conversation was normal for a couple that had been going out for a few months. I didn’t bring up the subject of masturbatrix again. I was wondering if she would ever greet me at the door in her leather outfit again. I guess I enjoyed our sessions. They scared me somewhat, but each time I remembered what she had done to me, I’d get aroused. After the dates we would return to her apartment, I’d eat her, then she’d get on top of me for some sex. All in all we were a rather ordinary couple.

I was a little surprised when Angel answered the door in her leather outfit. I didn’t say a word, but went into the living room, stripped, and stood there with my hands behind my back, waiting for her command. She didn’t say a word to me, and didn’t even come into the living room for about fifteen minutes. She walked in carrying a pair of handcuffs, a leather strap, and a glass of ice water. She put the strap and glass down on the coffee table, then walked behind me. I unclasped my wrists, and she locked the handcuffs on my wrists, behind my back. She walked back to the coffee table and picked up the leather strap and the glass of water. She came back to me, knelt down on the floor, and attached the leather strap to my cock behind my balls. I heard her say, “This doesn’t fit”, and I felt her immerse my cock in the ice water. I watched as my cock shrank to almost nothing, and she put the glass of water down. She locked the end of the strap around my cock, then she stood up. “Let’s see if this harness works.” She kissed me for several minutes. At first my cock was cold and soft, but the kisses warmed me up, and I started to get hard. Before I got very hard I felt several dozen pricks all around my cock, especially at the tip. After a passionate French kiss I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and I said, “Ow ow ouch”. She stopped kissing, looked down at my cock, and said, “Good. The cock harness is working. Follow me.”

I followed her into her bedroom. She said, “Stand over there by the bed.” I did as she said, and she pulled a ten-pound barbell weight out of her closet, with a piece of twine tied to it. She walked over to me, put the weight on the bed, and knelt down behind me to tie the end of the twine to my cock harness. She got up, and slid the weight off the bed. The weight yanked on my cock when it fell off the bed, but once the shock was over, the weight tugging on my cock wasn’t so bad. “Stand over by the TV facing the bed”, she commanded. I walked over to the TV, very slowly to keep the weight from swinging, turned around and faced the bed. She turned the room light off, turned on a lamp by the side of the bed, and took her leather clothes off. Once she was completely naked, she climbed into bed. She was lying with her head on a couple of pillows, so she could look directly at me. She just lay on the bed for a few minutes looking at me. My eyes were adjusted to the dimness of the room, and I could see her very well. She reached over to the end table, got a cigarette, lit it, and lay back down on the bed. I watched her lay there smoking, even though my cock hardened at the sight of her naked and smoking, and it hurt. I had never seen her smoke naked before, and I found it erotic. I’m not sure why, I guess it had a lot to do with her being completely naked, and it made her seem bad.

After Angel finished the cigarette, she reached over on the end table and picked up a remote. She turned on the TV, and after a couple of minutes I could tell she was watching an X rated domination tape. It wasn’t the same tape I’d seen before, and I couldn’t see this one, but I could hear what they were doing. I would get hard, and my cock would hurt. The pain would throb until I got soft again. Then I’d hear the video and I’d get hard again… After a few minutes of this I saw Angel roll over and get something from the end table drawer. When she was lying on the bed again, I could see she had a vibrator, and was using it against her pussy. Watching Angel masturbate was just too much for me, and I got very hard. I tried very hard to keep from screaming at the pain in my cock, especially the head. While the tape was playing on the TV, Angel had about eight orgasms. Between the pain, and hearing Angel orgasm, I could hardly hear the video. After Angel finished playing with herself, she fell asleep. The video played to the end, rewound, and started again. I didn’t want to wake Angel up, but I had no idea how long she would sleep. The video was playing for the fourth time when Angel woke up. She turned the TV off, and got another cigarette. She lay in bed smoking, and watching me stand there. I didn’t get as aroused watching her smoke, because I was tired of standing there. I hardly noticed the weight on my cock.

After Angel finished the cigarette she commanded, “Come here and pleasure me like you saw on the video.” I walked over to the bed, bent over, and licked and sucked on her toes. After a few minutes, I kissed up her legs to her pussy. I climbed on the bed and slid up to where she was lying. I was glad to have the weight off my cock. I sucked on her nipples, then we kissed for several minutes, even though I got hard and the harness pricked my cock. I slid back down the bed, and Angel kicked the weight off the bed with her foot. I ate her to three more orgasms. She pushed me away from her pussy, and I stood at the foot of her bed for about fifteen minutes while she rested.

Angel got up and put the weight on the bed. She untied the weight, and put it away in her closet. Then she unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists, and commanded, “Lay down on the bed.” I did so, and she handcuffed my wrists to the headboard, and tied my ankles to the corners of the bed. She turned the lamp off and left the room. I’m not sure how long I was in the dark tied to the bed, I may have fallen asleep. I heard the door open, and she turned the lamp on again. She climbed up on my legs, and lit another cigarette. I was a little more rested now, so the sight of her sitting there naked and smoked aroused me. The harness pricked my cock until I got soft, then I would see her smoking again and get hard… She watched my face and my cock as she smoked. I think that every time the harness pricked my cock, she would gush. I could feel how hot and wet her pussy was against my legs. After a couple of cigarettes, she took the harness off my cock. It sprang up, finally able to get hard without getting pricked. She poured some baby oil on her left palm, and started stroking me. After all the pricks, the baby oil felt really good against my cock. It was cold at first, but the friction warmed the oil up quickly. She lit another cigarette, and between the stroking and watching her smoke naked I got very hard. I almost came three times while she was smoking, but she would stop stroking just before I came. She’d wait until I’d calmed down some, then she’d start stroking my cock again.

After Angel finished the cigarette, she poured a lot of baby oil on her left palm. She lit another cigarette, and started stroking my cock again. Rather than the smoothness I’d felt before, I felt an extreme roughness. I looked at my cock, and I could see her left palm was covered with something dark and scratchy. I was puzzled, until I heard her say, “Coffee grounds. I read on the Internet that they’re just perfect for painful masturbation.” She was right. This felt worse than the lace gloves. She smoked a couple of cigarettes, stroking my cock with coffee grounds before I came. My cock was bleeding from several places when she was finished. She got up, and left the room. She came back a couple of minutes later with some cloth. She held the cloth against my cock until it stopped bleeding. I thought she was going to untie me, but she turned the lamp off and left the room. I’m not sure how long I was in the dark tied to the bed, I’m sure I fell asleep. I heard the door open, and she turned the lamp on again. She had her leather outfit back on, but not the lace gloves. She sat down on the side of the bed and asked, “How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?”

“Yes Mistress”, I replied. I wondered what she had planned, and what time it was. Thank goodness it was Friday night or Saturday morning. I was sure that this was the longest that I’d been under her control. She left the room, and came back with a razor, shaving cream, and a bowl. She shaved all around my cock and balls. It took a while because I was hairy down there. When she was done, I felt a little itchy. She left the room with the razor and bowl, and came back with a washcloth. She put the washcloth against my cock and balls, and I almost screamed. The washcloth was soaked with after-shave. My cock was all scratched up from the coffee grounds, and I guess I had a few cuts on my balls from the shaving. She left the washcloth on my balls for a couple of minutes, and the pain subsided. She said, “Keep your hair trimmed down there. I don’t like it hairy.” She climbed up on my face and commanded, “Eat me”. I ate her to a couple of orgasms, and she got up off of me. She left the room, and came back a few minutes later.

Angel sat down on the side of the bed, and climbed up on my legs. My arms and legs were stiff, and I knew I was going to be sore after she untied me from the bed. She put some baby oil on her left palm, and started stroking me. The oil felt pretty good on my cock, but I knew she was going to do something to hurt me. Despite my apprehensions, I got hard from her stroking. I was starting to enjoy the feelings, but as soon as I was about to come, she stopped stroking. She waited until my cock softened before she started stroking again. I wondered what she was going to do to me this time. She wasn’t naked, she wasn’t smoking, and she didn’t have those lace gloves on. She brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, stopping before I came; waiting until I’d calmed down before she started stroking again. Finally, after twelve missed orgasms, she kept stroking until I came. She cleaned me up, and untied me. I stretched my arms and legs for a few minutes before I got up, went into the living room, got dressed, and left. It was 4:30 Saturday morning. She had tormented me for almost ten hours.

Chapter 4 - The devil comes out and goes out

We went on four ordinary dates. I was convinced that Angel had developed a split personality. On our ordinary dates, she was sweet and caring. She never smoked that I saw. I knew that she didn’t want me to even mention masturbatrix when we were together. As my mistress, she was bitchy and wanted to hurt me. She also smoked. I was beginning to think of her as my “Angel with a devil inside”.

Angel surprised me when she opened the door wearing her leather outfit. She had a black patent leather purse on her shoulder. I walked in, and she commanded, “Take your boxers off, and get dressed.” I walked into the living room, and took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. I put my pants and shoes back on, then stood in the position with my legs spread and my arms behind my back. She looked at me for a minute, then commanded, “Let’s go, you’re taking me out tonight.” I followed her to my car. She got in, and I got in the driver’s seat. I started the car, and she said, “Let’s stop at the Burger King down the street. Use the drive through lane.” I drove over to the Burger King, and got in the drive through lane. “I want a Coke. You’re not getting anything.”

I drove up to the speaker, and ordered the Coke. Angel unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She squeezed it until it was hard and commanded, “Don’t take your hands off the wheel.” We drove around to get the coke, with Angel squeezing on my cock every so often to keep it hard. The girl working the window didn’t say a word when Angel gave her two dollars, took the change, and took the Coke from her. I knew the girl saw my cock. I was glad that I didn’t know her, and that she didn’t freak out. As we pulled out of Burger King, Angel commanded, “We’re going to the disco.” She would squeeze my cock every so often as we headed to the disco. It was more of a nightclub, but it had a small dance floor and they played disco music. When we pulled into the parking lot, she commanded, “Put that away, and let’s go in.” I put my cock in my pants, and zipped them up.

We walked into the disco, and Angel led me away from the dance floor to a quiet table. We sat down, and I ordered us a couple of drinks. The guys there all saw what Angel was wearing, and most of them came by to try and pick her up. She brushed them all off, and soon we were alone. Angel reached over, unzipped my pants, and squeezed my cock until it was hard. It was fairly dark in the disco, so I didn’t think anyone could see what she was doing. Over the next couple of hours Angel ordered several drinks, and went to the bathroom every so often. I nursed my one drink, since Angel had my cock out, and I didn’t know if Angel would let me go to the bathroom.

After Angel returned from one bathroom trip, a couple of women came over and sat with us. I said, “Hello”. Angel said, “Bert, meet Mary and Sandy.” Mary was a platinum blonde with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She was petite and very attractive. Sandy was a brunette with short hair and brown eyes. She was a much larger woman, and had very large breasts, but wasn’t quite as attractive as Mary. Mary spoke first. “Is this the guy you were telling us about?” Angel answered, “Yes”. I wondered what Angel had told them, and what their plans were. Angel ordered drinks for the girls, which I paid for, and they sat around talking for another hour. Every so often Angel would give my cock a squeeze to make sure it was hard. After the girls finished their second round of drinks, Angel said, “Put it away, we’re leaving.”

We got up, and all went to the bathroom. I finished before the girls and had to wait a few minutes before they came out. We all walked to my car, and Angel said, “Follow us”. Mary and Sandy walked over to their car, got in, and we got in my car. Angel unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and said, “We’re going back to my place.” She squeezed my cock while I drove home. I was careful not to lose Mary.

We got to Angel’s apartment, and as she got out, said, “Leave your cock out.” I got out of the car with my cock still stiff, and we walked to the outside door. I hoped no one would see us while we waited for Mary and Sandy to catch up with us. They saw my cock hanging out my pants while Angel opened the door, and we walked to Angel’s apartment door. Angel opened the apartment door, and she took her guests down the hall while I walked over to my usual spot in the living room, stripped, and stood there.

Angel came back with the cock harness and a glass of ice water, and soon I was wearing the cock harness. She left the room, and returned with a five-pound barbell weight. Instead of a piece of twine, there was a chain attached to the weight, with a snap hook on the end. Angel handed the weight to me, and commanded, “Put this on”. I hooked the weight to my cock harness, let the weight down between my legs, and put my arms behind my back. Angel left the room, and returned with Mary and Sandy. They were still dressed as they were in the disco. Mary was wearing a simple blue cocktail dress, and Sandy was wearing a white blouse and black skirt. Mary and Sandy looked at me for a couple of minutes, then they sat down on the sofa.

Angel put the TV on, and they sat there watching the Tonight Show. I just stood behind the sofa until Angel commanded, “Get me a Coke.” I walked into the kitchen, got a Coke, and brought it to Angel. The five-pound weight wasn’t too bad, and I could walk almost normally. Then I went back to my spot and stood there. Sandy commanded, “Get me some potato chips and a Coke.” I walked into the kitchen, got the chips and Coke, and brought them to Sandy. She smacked my cock with her right hand a couple of times, then took the chips and Coke from me. I returned to my spot. I could see them, and Sandy and Mary started hugging and kissing each other. Sandy was sitting in the middle, and she gave Angel a couple of hugs.

When the Tonight Show was over, Angel turned the TV off, and Mary and Sandy left the room. Angel commanded, “Follow me”. I followed her into the bedroom. She took the five-pound weight off my cock, put it away, and brought out a ten-pound weight with a similar snap hook. She handed it to me, and I attached it to my cock harness. She locked my wrists behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. I stood at the foot of Angel’s bed while she took off her leather outfit. Mary and Sandy came in, and they took off their clothes as well. Mary had nice 34B breasts with nipples the size of my little fingers. Sandy had 42E breasts with huge nipples, and as soon as she lay down on the bed, I could tell they were natural. Angel turned off the light and turned on the lamp by the bed, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, they were all in the bed. Mary and Sandy were kissing and playing with each other’s nipples. Sandy didn’t let Angel lay there long, and soon the three of them were kissing, sucking, and eating each other out. I’m a pretty normal guy, and the sight of three women making love aroused me greatly, which caused the harness to prick my cock, the pain continuing until I got soft, which allowed me to get aroused again…

I’m not sure how long they made love to each other, but it seemed like a very long time. Finally they stopped and the three of them were lying on the bed and resting. I could smell their pussy scents from where I was standing, which aroused me even more. Angel rolled over, and got cigarettes from the end table. All three of them sat up, and lit a cigarette. Watching three naked women smoke got me very hard, and the pricks almost made me scream. Sandy was sitting in the middle, and after a couple of puffs said, “Angel, I’m not sure I understand. He’s been standing at the foot of the bed watching us, right?”

“Yes”, Angel answered.

“And that harness on his cock, it pricks him every time he gets hard, right?”

“Yes, there are two hundred and fifty pins in the cock harness, with one hundred just around the head of his cock. He gets pricked two hundred and fifty times every time he gets hard."

Sandy looks over at me, and says, “Slave, how many times did you get hard watching us make love?”

I thought before I answered, “I’m sorry Mistress Sandy, but I didn’t count them. At least twenty times.”

Sandy took a puff on her cigarette and said, “Slave, are you hard now?”

“Yes Mistress Sandy, I am.”

“Why? What the fuck are we doing right now that is so arousing, slave?”

“You’re all naked and smoking, Mistress Sandy.”

“Fuck”, Sandy whispered. “You were right Angel, he gets aroused watching naked women smoke.”

“Sandy, let’s go”, Mary whispered.

“Go? You’ve got to be kidding. My pussy gushed when he said he’d been pricked twenty times. I’m just getting started. If you want to leave, then leave.”

“No, I’ll stay”, Mary whispered.

Sandy got up and crawled to the foot of the bed. On her knees, her face was even with mine. She took a puff of her cigarette, blew the smoke in my face, and asked, “Does that arouse you, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Sandy, it does.”

“And all those pins in your harness are pricking you right now?”

“Yes Mistress Sandy, they are.”

“Fuck me”, Sandy exclaimed! “I’ve never had such control over a man before. My pussy is just gushing. How I wish I’d known that I could do this to men when I was a teenager. My life would have been so fucking different! He’s just standing there and taking all this abuse from us! Angel, can I talk to you alone for a minute?

“Sure”, Angel replied. Sandy said, “Mary, sit there and smoke naked while we’re gone. I want to keep the slave aroused.” They both got up and left the room. Mary opened up her legs and kept smoking, but she looked sad. Her pussy hairs were blonde, and she didn’t have many of them. Angel and Sandy were gone for about fifteen minutes. Sandy came back into the room and got back into bed. Mary moved over to the side. Sandy commanded, “Slave, come into the bed with me. You’re going to pleasure me. Keep count of how many times your harness pricks you, I want to know exactly how many times I hurt you.”

Mary shouted, “But Sandy, you’re a lesbian!”

Sandy looked like she wanted to slap Mary, but calmed down and answered, “Mary, you’re a lesbian. I became a lesbian because of the way men treated me when I was growing up. I’ve had these huge boobs ever since I was fourteen. Once I grew these boobs, no man saw me. All they saw was the boobs. If I’d had any idea I had the power to torment men like this, I would have. I spent all my teenage years fighting to keep men from pawing on my boobs. It wasn’t till I was in college that a woman showed me what love really was. She loved me. Not my boobs. Ever since that experience I’ve been a lesbian, but I still have desires for cock. Now I have the chance to torture a man, to get some revenge for what they’ve all done to me.” Sandy took a puff of her cigarette and continued. “This slave hasn’t done a thing to me, he hasn’t even touched my boobs once, but he’s willing to suffer just because I want him to. Do you even understand how wet it makes me just thinking about how much he’s suffering? Hell Mary, I want to take him home with us and keep him as a pet. Angel has been nice enough to let us torture him, and I intend to do so. If you don’t want to help, go get dressed and wait for me in the living room. I’d prefer that you help Angel and I torture him.”

Mary was almost crying. “I’m sorry Sandy. I had no idea you felt this way. I love you. Of course I’ll help you torture the slave. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“I’ll need a few minutes to calm down Mary. Why don’t you light another cigarette, kneel on the end of the bed, and blow smoke in his face. That should keep him aroused.”

Mary got a cigarette, lit it, crawled over to the end of the bed, and knelt down. Her face was even with mine. She grabbed the back of my head, took a puff, and blew the smoke right in my face. She whispered, “I hate what you’ve done to Sandy, you bastard. I hope you choke on the smoke.” Her nipples were getting harder as she kept blowing smoke in my face. I wasn’t terribly aroused, and Mary was getting angrier and rougher with each puff of the cigarette. After a few minutes Sandy came back in the room and got on the bed. She watched Mary blow smoke in my face until Mary finished the cigarette. Then Sandy commanded, “Slave, come into the bed with me. You’re going to pleasure me. Keep count of how many times your harness pricks you, I want to know exactly how many times I hurt you.”

“Yes Mistress Sandy.” Mary moved out of the way, and I crawled on the bed. Sandy commanded, “Suck my nipple, slave.” I wiggled up to where Sandy was lying, and sucked on her right nipple. Her breast was very soft, but her nipple got hard quickly. I felt Sandy grab Mary, and pull her over to her. Sandy and Mary started kissing, while I sucked on Sandy’s nipple. After a few minutes, I felt Sandy grab the back of my neck and pull me up. Sandy and I started kissing, a couple of pecks at first, then deep throat French kissing. I was definitely aroused, and could feel the pricks on my cock while I kissed. Sandy pulled my head away from hers, and commanded, “Eat me”. I slid down the bed until I was between Sandy’s legs, then I started. Mary made sure the weight hung off the edge of the bed. Sandy was soaked, and I spent a few minutes just lapping up the pussy juice. I found her clit, and I started sucking on it. I lapped and sucked until Sandy had three orgasms, and pushed my head away. Then I heard Sandy command, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?”

“Six times, Mistress Sandy.”

“Get up on your hands and knees slave. You’re going to fuck me.”

Angel unlocked the handcuffs from behind my back, and I got up on my hands and knees. Sandy just lay on the bed, looking at me. Angel came over, and put a dildo gag in my mouth. The inside was a two-inch rubber ball gag. Protruding from the other side of the gag was a twelve-inch dildo at least an inch thick. She strapped the gag around my head. Mary came over with a pair of clothespins tied together with a fourteen-inch length of string. She clipped one to each of my nipples, making sure to get my nipple in the center of the clothespin. I’m glad I had the gag on, because I wanted to scream from the pain. Sandy looked at me for a couple of minutes, then got up on her hands and knees. I didn’t have to move much, Sandy drove herself on the dildo over and over. After three more orgasms, she feel forward onto the bed. After a few minutes she rolled over, and Angel took the gag off. I was used to the pain in my nipples now, and Sandy commanded, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?”

“Seventeen times, Mistress Sandy.”

“Fuck me. I’ve had six fantastic orgasms, and you’ve been pricked seventeen times. How about your nipples, how do they feel, slave?”

“They hurt, Mistress Sandy.”

“Good. Angel, take him into the other room now. We’ll join you in a few minutes.”

Angel helped me off the bed, and led me to the back room. There was a small sofa against the opposite wall. The eyebolts were still in the ceiling, but now there were chains hanging from them. She got some leather straps from the closet, and wrapped them around my wrists and ankles. I stood on the wooden box, and she used the stepladder to lock the chains to the leather straps around my wrists. I stepped off the box, and spread my legs. The spreader bar was the same, and she tied the ends to the leather straps around my ankles. When Angel was finished, I could not put my heels on the floor. I was forced to stand on my tiptoes, or hang from my wrists. I guess the chains were tighter than the ropes were. I was still wearing the clothespins on my nipples and the harness on my cock. She put the box in front of me, and sat down on the sofa. In a few minutes Sandy and Mary walked in. Sandy was naked, and Mary was naked except she was wearing Angel’s black lace gloves. Sandy got a cigarette, lit it, and walked over to me. She got up on the box, which made our faces even. Mary went into the closet, and came out with the cat-o-nine tails whip. Mary walked behind me, and started smacking my back and bottom with the whip. Sandy took a puff on the cigarette, then blew the smoke directly in my face. Mary kept whipping me, while Sandy blew smoke in my face. After Sandy finished her cigarette, she asked, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?”

“Twenty-six times, Mistress Sandy.”

Sandy got off the box and got another cigarette, lit it, and came back over to me. She took a puff of the cigarette, and instead of blowing the smoke in my face, she pulled my face to hers, kissed me, exhaled into my mouth and throat, and probed my mouth and throat with her tongue. Mary really whipped my back hard when Sandy kissed me. Mary kept whipping me hard, while Sandy smoked and kissed me. After Sandy finished her cigarette, she asked, “Slave, how many times have you been pricked?”

“Forty-two times, Mistress Sandy.”

Sandy said, “Mary, stop whipping him. Angel, come take this harness off now.” Mary stopped, went to the sofa, and sat down. Angel got up and walked over to me. She unlocked the harness and took it off. My cock looked like a sausage. It was all covered with blood. Funny, I hadn’t noticed any additional pain. Angel left the room, and returned with some cloth. After all the blood was wiped up, you could see all the pinholes in my cock. Sandy got some baby oil, and put it on her left palm. She lit another cigarette, got back on the box, and started masturbating me. The baby oil stung a little on my cock at first, but she was being gentle. It was arousing watching Sandy smoke and play with my cock, and I got very hard. She kept stroking my cock gently and smoking, and I was aroused but not close to an orgasm. Sandy finished her cigarette, and went to get another one. She put some more baby oil on her left palm, and lit another cigarette. She got back on the box and continued playing with my cock. She stroked a little harder this time, and I came close to an orgasm twice, but just as I was about to come, she would ease the pressure until I calmed down. She kept stroking me until she finished her cigarette, and went to get another one. She returned and resumed teasing me. She stroked harder, and I came close to an orgasm five times while she smoked the cigarette. She stepped off the box to get another cigarette, but instead of returning to me, she sat down on the sofa.

Mary came over to me and stood on the box in front of me. She was mad. She hissed at me, “Slave, I’ve never touched a cock before in my life, but Sandy insists that I masturbate you until you orgasm. I just want you to know that I love Sandy, and I’ll do whatever she wants me to, but I hate you and I hope your cock falls off.” I looked over to the sofa, and Angel and Sandy were smoking and watching us. Mary grabbed my cock with her right hand and started rubbing. The oil on my cock helped reduce the friction of the lace glove for a little while, but soon all I could feel was the lace rubbing against my skin. Mary was right, she’d never masturbated a man before, and she had no idea how much pressure to apply or how to stroke a cock or anything. I looked over at Angel and Sandy and watched them smoke and hoped I could come before Mary took all the skin off my cock. I think Sandy was sympathetic to my plight, she started playing with her breasts in between puffs of her cigarette, and that was enough to get me to orgasm. When I shot all over Mary’s right hand she screamed, and slapped my face twice. Angel and Sandy started laughing, and Mary stormed out the room. Sandy got up and went after Mary. Angel came over to me and took the clothespins off my nipples. I screamed as the blood rushed back. While she was untying the spreader bar, I said, “Angel, can we talk about this? I can’t ever bring up the subject when we’re on a normal date. I really want to talk about your masturbatrix fantasies with you.”

Angel finished taking the spreader bar off, and put it in the closet. I could stand on my feet again. I was glad to take the weight off my wrists. She came back to me and said, “Bert, let me take care of my guests first. Then we can talk about what ever you want. Don’t go away.” She turned around and walked out. Go away? My wrists were still chained to the ceiling. I stood there for a long time before Angel returned. She was still naked and smoking a cigarette. She sat down on the sofa, and said, “OK, what do you want to talk about?”

“How about unhooking me from the ceiling first?”

“Sorry, but I enjoy watching you stand there, all exposed.” She took a puff of the cigarette. “Your cock is still hard. You must really like watching naked women smoke. Maybe I’ll come stand in front of you and smoke. I’d bet you’d like that.”

My cock twitched a little when she said that. God, she knew just what to say to get me horny. But I was still a little angry. “What were you doing all that time while I was hanging here waiting to talk to you?”

“Oh, sorry. Mary was pissed at both of us for making her masturbate you, and it took Sandy almost an hour to calm her down. We all wound up in my bed again, making love, to get Mary to forgive Sandy and I. Damn, they’re good in bed. I wish you could smell my pussy right now. Then they got dressed and left, and I came back to talk to you.” She took another puff of her cigarette. Damn, she was getting me horny again. She got up and stood on the box in front of me. She put her left hand in her pussy, then put it in my mouth. She kept her hand in my mouth until I licked all the pussy juice off her fingers. Then she took a puff of her cigarette, and blew the smoke in my face. I was definitely hard now. “Ooh, I see I’ve rekindled your interest.” She smacked my cock once with her left palm, then went back to the sofa and sat down.

Damn, she knew how to arouse me. I finally remembered what I wanted to ask. “Are you acting, or do you really like being my masturbatrix?”

She took another puff of the cigarette. “Slave, I love being your masturbatrix. My pussy gets wet and tingly each and every time I tease or torment you. I’ve been spending all of my spare time studying whatever I can find on the Internet. I’m always on the lookout for whatever cruel or unusual method I can use on you or your cock.”

“Then why do we go out on dates at all? Why not just be my masturbatrix all the time?” Damn, did I really mean that?

“Do you love being my slave that much, darling? I thought Sandy might have gone too far tonight, but I guess you really are meant to be a slave! Seriously darling, most of the time I want to be with you, hold you, cuddle you, and love you. But sometimes, I get these urges, and all I want to do is tease and torment you. If you didn’t enjoy the torment, it’d be no fun for me either. But you seem to love being a slave even more than I love being a masturbatrix.”

“Why did you get mad at me when I brought up the subject on one of our dates?”

“I’m sorry about that, dear. I wasn’t born a masturbatrix. I had to learn how to do this well. I’ve always had the urges to tease or torment men, but I hadn’t known how to control them or indulge them. I’d make up fantasies in my mind whenever I’d get the urges, until I found out about dominatrixes and masturbatrixes on the Internet. I was embarrassed when you brought up the subject on our date, and especially while we were having sex. I didn’t know how to deal with the embarrassment, so I got angry with you. I’m sorry.” Angel put her cigarette out, and lit another.

“Do you smoke? I never see you smoke when we date.”

Angel looked at the cigarette. She took a puff, and answered me. “I don’t smoke. I’m not inhaling; I’m just pretending to smoke because it arouses you. It gives me something to do while I’m teasing you. It also makes me feel like a more wicked masturbatrix to smoke.”

“Why did we go out tonight? Why did you invite Sandy and Mary home with us?”

“Darling, we go out most nights. I didn’t think you minded all that much that Sandy was here with us. I saw you looking at her all night. Seriously, I just wanted to go out with you, rather than just tease you at home. I wanted to see how far I could go with you. I thought that stopping at Burger King was hilarious, did you see the look on that poor girl’s face when she saw your cock? I happened to run into an old friend from college at the disco, Sandy, in the bathroom. We started talking, and I thought she might appreciate seeing you perform for me. I thought you might like seeing her huge breasts too. Little did I know she would want to torture you. Before she left she offered me $400 just to torture you for another night. She really enjoyed herself.” Angel took another puff of the cigarette. “You seem to enjoy being a slave. Have we done anything to you that you didn’t enjoy looking back on later?”

I thought for a couple of minutes. “No, not really, except for seeing what my cock looked like after the harness pricked me sixty-seven times.”

Angel started laughing. “You really got hard watching Sandy, didn’t you. I may invite her over again soon to help me torture you. I could use an extra $400. You know, I think you’re the only man that’s ever fucked her without groping her breasts first. Oh, that’s right, you really didn’t fuck her, did you? I don’t think she even noticed you were fucking her with a dildo, she was so turned on. Slave, if I could figure out how to arrange it, I’d invite a dozen women to come over here and smoke naked, just to have that harness prick you over and over again while you served all of them. I wish I’d thought of having you tell me how many times you were pricked. You have no idea of how my pussy gushed every time you told Sandy how many times you were pricked.”

I watched Angel finish her cigarette. I had no idea that she could be so mean and cruel. I had no idea that I could get so turned on by that sweet loving woman uttering such cruel words. She put out her cigarette, got up and came over to me. “Slave, it’s late. We’ve had a long night and I’m tired.” She kissed me for several minutes. “Good night.” She started walking out the room.

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you going to unchain me? Are you just going to leave me standing here?”

Angel turned around. “Oops. Sorry about that.” She went into the closet and came out with a gag. It looked just like the one I’d had on before, except there was no dildo. She put the three-inch rubber ball in my mouth and strapped the gag around my head. “There. That should keep you quiet while I get some sleep.” She slapped my cock several times with her palm, walked over to the door, turned out the light, and closed the door behind her.

The room was dark, so I knew it wasn’t yet Saturday morning. I don’t know if I fell asleep standing up or not, but the next thing I remember is the room getting bright. The sunlight was coming in through the window curtain behind me. I hoped the curtains were closed, or that no one could see me like this. Some time passed, and I heard water running in the bathroom. Good, she was up. In spite of everything she’d done to me, I could feel myself getting hard again. I heard more water running, and I guessed she was either taking a shower or drawing a bath.

The room got brighter, and I guess some time passed before Angel came into the room. She was naked, and smoking a cigarette. She walked over to me, and said, “Good morning, I see you’ve missed me.” Yes, my cock was erect. She went into the closet and brought the spreader bar out. She tied it to my ankles, and I was back on my tiptoes again. She unbuckled the gag from my head, and put it away. She went over to the sofa, and put some baby oil on her left palm. She stood on the box in front of me, and started stroking my cock while blowing smoke in my face. She brought me to the brink of orgasm once, then eased up, while she smoked the cigarette. She walked over to the sofa, put some more baby oil on her palm, and got another cigarette. This time she kissed me as well as blew smoke in my face while she stroked me. I was too exhausted to be teased, because she only brought me to the brink of orgasm once more, then eased up, while she smoked two more cigarettes.

Angel untied the spreader bar, and put it in the closet. She got the stepladder out, and unlocked the chains from my wrists. I fell to the floor, and I heard her walk out the room and close the door. Sometime later, I woke up, and went into the living room. I found my clothes, got dressed, and left. It was 3:30 Saturday afternoon when I got home. I went to bed, and didn’t get up until Sunday morning.

Chapter 5 - The beach outing

We went on seven ordinary dates. I think Angel may have thought she had pushed me too far. I was beginning to forget about her masturbatrix urges when Angel surprised me by opening the door wearing her leather outfit. It was a Saturday morning. She had never surprised me like this during a day date before. I went into the living room, stripped, and waited for her. She walked in with the harness, and a glass of ice water. She put the harness on, and said, “Put these on.” She had a pair of loose fitting tan khaki shorts. I put them on, and waited. The harness wasn’t too obvious as long as I wasn’t aroused. She came back wearing a bikini, with a light shirt over the top. “Get the stuff from my bedroom. We’re going to the beach today.” I went into the bedroom, got the beach bags, and followed her out to her car. I put the beach bags in the trunk, and got in. It was late in May, warm but not too hot. It’d be a good day to sit on the beach. The traffic wasn’t too bad, and we got to the beach after a couple of hours. I got the bags out the trunk, and followed Angel to the beach. The beach wasn’t crowded, but there were lots of sun worshipers already there. We found a spot, and I set up the towels. She had a light nylon shade that looked like an airfoil, but it shielded me from the sun well enough. I put some sunscreen on Angel, and then some on myself. I started reading, and Angel went for a walk along the beach. She looked pretty hot in her bikini.

Angel came back a couple of times from walking to get a soda from the cooler. She’d sit with me while she drank the soda, then she’d get up and walk again. She wanted me to come with her, but I wasn’t interested in walking around with the harness on. I thought I’d be too obvious, especially with all the pretty girls in their bikinis. She didn’t press me, and I just sat under the shade reading. I was in the middle of a novel, when I heard someone say, “Hello”. I looked up, and there was a beautiful woman in a bikini looking at me. She was a brunette with shoulder length straight fine hair, and brown eyes. Her breasts were nice and round, like cantaloupes, and she was leaning over, which made them more pronounced. I didn’t know what to say, so she said, “I’m Betty. Your girlfriend Angel sent me over here. I was wondering if you could help me.”

I finally found my voice. “Hi, I’m Bert. I guess I could help you, sure.”

She helped me up. “Good. I live about a block from here, in one of the beach houses. I’m having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you could help me move some furniture around. I’ve already invited Angel to the party, and I was hoping you could be there.” She looked down at my crotch, and saw the obvious bulge in my pants. “Ooh, Angel was right. You must come to my party tonight.”

I followed her back to her house. It was a two-story beach house and it was nice. She must be rich to afford a place like this just to come to the beach. I helped her move the sofa in the living room against the wall, and to take down and put away the dining room table. I helped her set up folding chairs against the walls, and I asked her, “How many people are you expecting tonight?”

“I’m not sure, we’re hoping for thirty. My friend, Darlene, is handling the invitations. I just have to get the house ready. Your girlfriend Angel is bringing all of the party food and drinks.” We heard a knock at the door. Betty answered the door, and it was Angel. She had three trays of party food, some potato chips, and a couple of cases of light beer. I don’t know how she carried all that from the car. I helped Angel get the beer in the kitchen, and she said, “I see you’ve been getting acquainted with Betty. Help me get the rest of the stuff from the car.” We walked back to the car, and there were three more trays of party food, and two more cases of light beer. We brought the stuff back to Betty’s kitchen. Betty said, “Bert, the party is going to start in about an hour and a half. Why don’t you and Angel go take a shower, and then you can help me get ready for the party.”

Angel brought me upstairs to the bathroom. I took off my pants, and she took off her bikini. We both got in the shower. I asked, “Aren’t you going to take the harness off?” She laughed, and unlocked the harness. Then she turned on the shower. We had never taken a shower together before, and it was fun. We played around with each other until we ran out of hot water. Then we got out. I dried Angel off, and she dried me off. I went to the bathroom, and she got a glass of ice water. She locked the harness back on, and said, “I promised Betty that you would help her with her party tonight. I’m going to handcuff you, and your job will be to walk around the party with the food and drinks. You’ll be serving the guests, and I’ll be in the kitchen preparing the food and the drinks.” She locked my wrists in front of me with her handcuffs, and led me back downstairs. Betty was sitting on the sofa in the living room naked, smoking a cigarette. Her nipples were hard, and I got aroused. “Good, I can see you’re going to be perfect for my party tonight. Go wait in the kitchen with Angel, my guests should be arriving in the next hour or so.”

I went into the kitchen. Angel was preparing the party food and had iced all the beer. I just stood there, when Betty came into the kitchen with another woman. She had short blond hair, and was naked as well. Her breasts were shaped more like torpedoes, and they didn’t droop a bit. Her nipples were hard. She looked as beautiful as Betty. “This is my friend Darlene. She wanted to meet you before the party started.” Angel and Darlene hugged, and then Darlene came over to me. I was aroused, and she reached down and grabbed the harness. “Oow”, I almost jumped from the pain. Darlene cooed, “I’ll be seeing you later.” Then they left the kitchen.

I passed the time watching Angel prepare the party food. She was naked, but all I could see was her back and ass. It was just as well, as I was wearing the harness and I didn’t want to get aroused. Betty poked her head in, and said, “OK, some of the guests have arrived.” Angel handed me a party tray. I couldn’t hold it because my wrists were handcuffed; my hands were too close together. “Damn”, she hissed. She put the party tray down, got the key from her purse, unlocked the handcuffs, and gave me the tray again. Now I could hold it, I could get my arms around it. I walked out of the kitchen into the living room, and I was pleasantly surprised. There were about a dozen women, naked and smoking, sitting around in the living room talking. I walked around, offering them the food. My butt was pinched at least six times, and I winced when someone grabbed my harness once. The next hour was a blur, with me serving food and drink, and women pinching my bottom and squeezing my cock harness. More guests arrived, until there were more than thirty women in the living and dining rooms. Maybe ten of them looked like models. Most of the women were rather ordinary. But it didn’t matter. Being in a house with so many naked smoking women together was the most arousing event that had ever happened to me in my life. Most of the women were just sitting around and talking, just a few were kissing or doing anything that was overtly sexual. It didn’t matter to me. I was in heaven.

The party lasted maybe two and a half hours, but I really didn’t notice the time passing. I was so busy serving food and drink, and just taking in the image of all those women, naked and smoking, that the time just flew for me. There were around fifteen to twenty women still sitting around talking when Betty came into the kitchen and told Angel, “It’s time. Bring him upstairs.” Angel got one of her bags, and said to me, “Let’s go.” The women in the living room whooped and hollered as I followed Angel upstairs. We went into a bedroom, and she commanded, “Sit on the bed.” The bed was a nice queen size bed, with a wrought iron headboard and slightly smaller footboard. Angel tied my ankles together, and tied them to the center of the footboard. She pulled the dildo/gag from her bag, put the gag in my mouth, and strapped the gag to the back of my head. She commanded, “Lay down”. I lay down, and she handcuffed my wrists to the center of the headboard. She gave my cock harness a squeeze, and said, “See you later.”

Betty walked in. She took a good look at me, then sat on the side of the bed. She put out her cigarette, and hopped on the dildo. She started slowly, then started bucking wildly. All I could see was her back and the back of her head, as she rode me to three orgasms. I could feel her hands on my hips as she rode me. After the third orgasm, she just sat there for a couple of minutes. I could see little beads of sweat on her back, but not much else. I’m sure it was a lot of fun for her, but it didn’t do a whole lot for me. I wish I could have seen her breasts bounce while she was fucking the dildo. She climbed off and wiped the dildo off with some rubbing alcohol and a towel. As she wiped, I could finally see little drops of sweat on her nice large round breasts.

Darlene was next. The experience was similar. I wished I could see more of her pert, torpedo shaped breasts while she was fucking the dildo. When she was finished and wiping off the dildo with a towel, I wished she would wipe forever. I kept twisting my head, so she had a little trouble grabbing the dildo with the towel. She grabbed my harness and squeezed hard, hissing, “Hold still”. I didn’t care; I just wanted to see those amazing breasts of hers for as long as possible. As soon as she left, then next woman came in and sat down. I had no idea who she was, but she was up on the dildo fucking. As soon as she left, the next woman came in. Then another. Then another. Pretty soon it was all a blur. One fucking woman after another. It was really rather boring. All I could do was lay there, and watch women’s backs bounce up and down on my face. At least their pussy scents were all a little different. I’m sure the women were having all kinds of fun. Most of them were fairly nice to me, or just ignored me. A few were mean, squeezing my cock harness with their hands while they were fucking, rather than holding on to my hips. Some of the women were real noisy, and some were totally quiet. But all I saw was their backs. Even when they sat on the side of the bed, finishing their cigarettes before they started fucking, all I could see was their backs. It was only when they were finished, wiping the dildo with a towel for the next woman, that I could finally look at their breasts and face, finally really see who had been fucking me. I would see each woman for a few seconds as she walked in the room, then she would take anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes fucking my face, and maybe a minute or two wiping the dildo. About half of them thanked me. I spent most of my time cursing the woman that had invented this particularly cruel type of orgy. It had to have been a woman, in that the women were all having such a great time and all I was seeing was backs. All these bouncing breasts, and I couldn’t see any of it. At least I wasn’t blindfolded. Angel would have been just too cruel if she had blindfolded me for this orgy.

I was surprised after the last woman left the room, and another didn’t enter. The orgy had been going on for what seemed like several hours, and suddenly, it was over. I was alone for what seemed like a half-hour to an hour, before Angel, Betty, and Darlene walked into the room. Angel walked over to a chair and sat down. Betty and Darlene sat cross-legged on the bed on each side of me, facing me. They were both smoking, and they both looked gorgeous. My eyes kept going back and forth from Betty’s large round breasts to Darlene’s pert torpedo breasts. My cock got hard, and the harness was pricking me. Betty took a puff of her cigarette, and said, “Slave, you were a big hit. All of our guests had a wonderful time at the party.” She turned and looked at Angel. “I’d like to thank you, Angel. If you hadn’t come over and talked with Darlene and I this afternoon on the beach, we never would have come up with the idea to have a party like this.” Betty took another puff of her cigarette, and turned to me. “Your girlfriend is an interesting woman, slave. This afternoon, she came over to where we were sitting on the beach. She asked us if we would walk over to where you were sitting, and walk back and forth in front of you. It was a strange request, and we both asked her why she would want us to do that. Usually, women want us to stay away from their boyfriends.” They all laughed. Betty took another puff of her cigarette, and continued. “Angel was a little hesitant at first, but she told us all about the cock harness you were wearing, and all about being your masturbatrix. We were both curious. We had never heard of a woman tormenting a man’s cock like that, or of a man that would let a woman torment him so much. We invited Angel back to the house so she could tell us more about you.” Betty took another puff of her cigarette, and continued. “We had some drinks, and Angel told us about all the different ways she’d tormented you, and about the time that Sandy, Mary, and her had tortured you. I have to admit my pussy tingled while I listened to Angel talk about how she tormented you. When she got to the part about how a room full of smoking naked women would really tease and torment you, Darlene had the idea to have a party. I was willing to host the party and pay for the food and drink, Angel was willing to get the stuff we needed, and Darlene was willing to call her friends and invite them.”

They both took a puff of their cigarettes, and Darlene started talking. “I wasn’t sure I could find enough women for the party. I thought it was interesting, come to a party and be willing to get naked with a group of other women for the sole purpose of teasing and tormenting a man that would just let us. I called the few women that I knew that I thought might be interested. Cindy was the second woman I called. She got real excited when I described what would happen, and wondered if there wasn’t some way we could torment you even more after the party. I talked to Angel and Betty about what Cindy said, and Angel figured out how the women could use you and get off at the same time. I called Cindy back, and she was ecstatic. She agreed to call all of her friends, and to have them call all of their friends. I wasn’t sure how many women would actually come to the party, but as you saw, Cindy and her friends found over thirty women who were willing to torment you.” Darlene took another puff of her cigarette, and continued. “Betty, Angel, and I had a great time meeting all of these women. Since you were the only man here, most of the women had no problem with being naked. Most came wearing their bikinis, and we had some trouble keeping the bikinis from getting mixed up. We found out a few of the women were lesbians, but no one seemed to get upset. I had no idea so many women would find the idea of using their bodies to torment a man so enjoyable. I know I did. My pussy was dripping by the time I finally fucked you. It was very interesting to meet them and talk with them. You were the subject of most of our conversations. Angel was busy in the kitchen, so Betty and I spent most of the party talking about you and answering questions about you. A few of the women just had to go into the kitchen to meet Angel, and I’m sure she spent some time with them talking about you and about being a masturbatrix.” Betty and Darlene finished their cigarettes. They lit another, and Betty asked Angel, “Could you take his harness off now? We want to see his cock.” Angel got up, came over to the bed, and unlocked the cock harness. She had a cloth with her, and she wiped up the blood. Betty and Darlene gasped when Angel showed them the hundreds of red spots on my cock, showing where the pins in the harness had pricked my cock. Darlene put some baby oil on her left palm, and began lightly massaging my cock. Watching them smoke was enough to make my cock very hard, and Darlene didn’t have to rub too hard to keep me aroused. They smoked another couple of cigarettes while Darlene teased my cock.

Betty put a condom on my cock, and she hopped up on it. I only got to see her a few seconds, because Darlene hopped on the dildo. I could only see Darlene’s back, but I could hear them kissing, licking and sucking on each other’s breasts. Every so often Betty or Darlene would bounce up and down. I think they had three or four orgasms each, before they got off my cock and dildo. Betty removed the condom and exclaimed, “That’s amazing. Angel, you have him so well trained. I know I had four orgasms, and he didn’t come once!” Betty hopped off the bed, and left the room. She returned, and sat back down on the bed. The lit a cigarette, and took a puff. Then I felt something rough against my cock. Betty and Darlene were rubbing a hairbrush against my cock with one hand, while smoking with the other. Betty would rub on one side of my cock, while Darlene was rubbing on the other side. At first it didn’t feel too bad, but they rubbed harder and harder as they smoked. After two more cigarettes, they were alternating rubbing with smacking my cock with the flat portion of the brush. They were hurting me, but I still had the gag in my mouth. All I could do was moan through the gag. Darlene said, “Oh good, we’re hurting him. I’m getting horny again.”

Darlene put a condom on my cock, and hopped on. Betty sat on the side of the bed and watched. I could see Darlene fuck me, her torpedo breasts bouncing up and down. She had an orgasm, and I was struggling not to come. I closed my eyes, and that helped. I heard Darlene come again, and I couldn’t resist any more. I opened my eyes and watched those breasts bounce for a couple of minutes before I had my orgasm. Darlene got off my cock, slapped it until it got hard again, then hopped back on. She rode me to a couple more orgasms. Her fucking hurt after I’d had an orgasm, but I was in no position to argue. I was tied to the bed and still had the gag in my mouth. She hopped off, and laughed at Betty. “He came when I rode him; I guess he thinks I’m sexier than you.” Darlene took the condom off, threw it away, and walked out of the bedroom. Betty smacked my cock with the back of a hairbrush for a couple of minutes, then got off the bed as well. She turned to Angel, and said, “Please keep in touch. Your slave is an interesting man.” She left the bedroom. Angel took the gag off, and untied me from the bed. We got dressed, and left. On the way back to Angel’s place, I thanked her for the wonderful evening. Angel didn’t say anything. When we got to Angel’s place, I changed into my clothes, and went home.

Chapter 6 - The new toys

Angel and I went on five ordinary dates. It was a Saturday evening when Angel opened the door wearing her leather outfit. I walked into the living room, took off my clothes, and waited for Angel. She came into the living room, and commanded, “Come with me”. I followed her into the back room. She chained my wrists to the ceiling, and tied the spreader bar to my ankles. When she was finished, I was up on my tiptoes.

Angel went into the closet, and came out with something that looked like a huge dildo. She walked over to me, and she strapped the dildo to me. My cock went inside an opening in the middle of the dildo, and the straps went around my hips. Angel reached behind me, and buckled the straps. Then she turned the dildo on. It was a huge vibrator, designed to hold and vibrate a man’s cock. The sensations were interesting. Angel went over to the sofa, sat down, and lit a cigarette. It was a little arousing watching Angel smoke on the sofa, but the vibrator just wasn’t powerful enough. She smoked two cigarettes, then got up and came over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The taste of cigarette smoke in her mouth turned me on a little bit, but I still wasn’t aroused. Angel asked me, “Is that vibrator arousing you?”

“No, Mistress Angel, it isn’t”, I answered.

She turned the vibrator off and unbuckled the straps. She put it back in the closet, and came out with something I didn’t recognize. She put a bottle on the floor. There was a tube that came out of the bottle and went into some kind of machine. Another tube came out of the top of the machine. Angel plugged the machine into the wall, and put the tube on my cock. There was a rubbery part of the tube, almost like a condom, that fit snuggly on my cock. She turned the machine on, and it sucked on my cock. The machine produced continuous bursts of vacuum, which felt like someone sucking on my cock. Angel walked over to the other side of the room, turned on the TV, and left the room. It was another dominance video, with a dominant woman and two submissive men. For most of the video, she had them in a dungeon tied in all sorts of positions. She whipped them with a cat-o-nine tails whip, and with a riding crop. There was one interesting scene where she tied the men’s cocks together with a piece of twine, tied their wrists behind their back, and had them play tug-of-war with their cocks. There was a candle under their cocks, and the loser’s cock would be over the candle. Usually a few seconds of the candle would make the man pull harder, until the other man’s cock was over the candle. At least, that’s how it was staged for the video.

The video had finished, rewound, and had started again when Angel came back into the room. She turned off the TV, walked over to me, and checked the bottle. She saw it was empty, and said, “Damn. This machine hasn’t made you come once, has it slave?”

“No Mistress Angel, it hasn’t”, I answered.

She turned the machine off, and pulled the tube off my cock. She put the machine in the closet, and left the room. When she came back, she was wearing the black lace gloves with her leather outfit. She came over to me, and kissed me. She stroked my cock with her right hand for a couple of minutes, and stopped. She slapped my cock a few times with the palm and back of her hand. She walked over to the sofa and got herself a cigarette. She came back, took a puff, and kissed me. She smoked the cigarette while kissing me. She stroked and kissed me for about a half-hour before she let me come. My cock was sore from the lace. I was tired from standing on my tiptoes for a few hours.

Angel untied the spreader bar from my ankles, then unhooked the chains from my wrists. We went into the living room, where Angel watched TV while I stood by the sofa. I’d get her drinks and snacks, but mostly she watched TV until after Saturday Night Live was over. Then I got dressed, and went home.

Chapter 7 - Sandy returns

Angel and I went on four ordinary dates. It was a Friday evening when Angel opened the door wearing her leather outfit. I went into the living room, took off my clothes, and waited for Angel. She walked into the room with the harness, a pair of handcuffs, and a glass of ice water. She put the harness on, locked my wrists in front of me with the handcuffs, and left the room again. She returned naked, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. I stood there by the sofa, unless Angel commanded me to get something for her. After about an hour the front buzzer buzzed. Angel commanded, “Get that”. I walked over to the intercom, pushed the button, and asked, “Who is it?”

“Sandy”, I heard through the speaker.

I buzzed her in, then opened the door for her. She gave my harness a squeeze, then went over to where Angel was sitting. Angel stood up and they hugged each other. Sandy walked out of the room, and came back naked. She sat down next to Angel, and they watched TV for a couple of hours. I stood by the sofa, unless Angel or Sandy commanded me to get them something. Angel commanded me “Come over here and kneel in front of us.” I came over to where they were on the sofa, and knelt down in between them. Sandy commanded me, “Hold the ashtray.” I held up my hands, and Sandy put the glass ashtray in them. I knelt for about an hour, holding the ashtray between them, while Angel and Sandy smoked and watched TV.

After the Tonight Show, Angel turned off the TV. She commanded, “Clean out the ashtray, then come watch us in the bedroom.” I carefully got up, went into the kitchen, dumped the ashes in the garbage, and washed out the ashtray. When I was finished, I went into the bedroom. The light was off, but the lamp on the end table was on. Angel and Sandy were kissing and playing with each other. I went to the foot of the bed, and watched them make love. When they were finished, Sandy lit a cigarette, and crawled over to the foot of the bed. She was on her knees, and her face was above mine. She took a puff of the cigarette, and blew the smoke in my face. She asked, “Are you aroused, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Sandy”, I answered.

She noticed that my hands were handcuffed in front of me. She grabbed the handcuffs with her left hand, and held my hands in front of her breasts. “I’d bet you’d love to fondle my huge soft breasts, wouldn’t you slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Sandy”, I answered.

“At least you’re honest. But you wouldn’t dare, would you slave?”

“No, Mistress Sandy”, I answered.

She let go of the handcuffs. “You’re the only man that’s seen me naked, fucked me, and not fondled my breasts. It makes me so wet to tease you like this.” She grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face into her breasts. She kept me there, blowing smoke in my face, until she finished her cigarette. Angel got up and commanded, “Lay down”. I lay down on the bed, and Angel unlocked the handcuffs, and locked them through the headboard. She tied my ankles together, and tied them to the footboard. She unlocked the harness, and put it away. Sandy put a condom on my cock, then hopped on. She sat there, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, “Angel and I made a little bet yesterday. After I finish this cigarette, I’m going to fuck you. I want three orgasms from you. If I get my orgasms without you cumming, then Angel wins, and she gets to dominate me. She can command me to do whatever she wants for the evening. If you come, then I win, and Angel and I will torture you for the rest of the night. It doesn’t matter how you feel about this, although if I win, Angel will be pissed off at you.” Sandy laughed. “If you come before I finish the cigarette, then I get to take you home with me. You must come over to my place, and serve me. I might even let Mary have her way with you again.” Sandy took a puff of her cigarette, and played with her breasts for a little while before she spoke. “Oh, by the way, no fair closing your eyes. You have to watch me while I fuck you. Angel and I will be watching to make sure you don’t cheat.”

Sandy took her time finishing the cigarette. She played with her breasts and nipples in between puffs. She also said things like, “God, I’m so horny. I can’t wait to fuck you. My nipples are so sensitive right now.” She finally finished the cigarette, and picked herself up to check the condom. “Damn, I couldn’t make him come.” She let herself down, and leaned forward on her hands. Her breasts were hanging right in front of my face. She stayed in that position for a minute, letting me stare at her breasts, before she started rocking back and forth on my cock. I just watched as her huge breasts swung back and forth over my face. I heard Sandy moaning, and I watched her face as she had her first orgasm. I wasn’t anywhere near having an orgasm. Sandy was attractive, but she wasn’t nearly as beautiful as Darlene. Sandy kept pumping, and after a while she had her second orgasm. She didn’t even slow down, and soon she had her third orgasm. Sandy was tired, and she collapsed on my chest. I could feel her breathing through my chest, and her soft breasts felt nice pressed against my chest. After a few minutes Sandy picked herself up, and checked the condom. “Damn Angel, you won. He didn’t come.” She got off the bed, took the condom off my cock, and threw it away. Angel untied my ankles and unlocked my wrists. We all walked into the back room.

Angel chained Sandy’s wrists to the ceiling, and spread her ankles with the spreader bar. She didn’t chain Sandy as tight as me; Sandy’s heels were on the floor. Angel handcuffed my wrists behind my back, set a timer, and sat down on the sofa. She said, “Slave, we’re going to play a little game with Sandy. I’ve set the timer for 30 minutes. When I start it, I’ll lean back and open my legs. Get on you knees, and eat me. After I’ve had five orgasms, stand up and turn around. I’ll unlock the handcuffs, and Sandy is yours to play with. You can do anything you want to her, fondle her breasts, kiss her, or pull on her pussy hairs, until the timer goes off. Then you must stop whatever you’re doing, come back over to me, and kneel down by me. If you’re still eating me when the timer goes off, keep eating me until I’ve had five orgasms. You don’t get any time to play with Sandy. Ready, go.” I got down on my knees and dived into Angel’s pussy. I found her clit with my tongue, and started sucking as hard as I could. Angel’s first couple of orgasms came quickly. I took a minute to clean up the pussy juice with my tongue, and I started on her clit again. Angel had her third orgasm. I kept licking and sucking, and Angel had her fourth orgasm. I knew she was getting tired, so I licked for a little while before I sucked on her clit. I had to suck for quite a while until she had her fifth orgasm. I stood up and turned around. I looked over at the timer while Angel unlocked the handcuffs. I only had three minutes to play with Sandy. I walked over, and kissed her. I still had the taste of Angel’s pussy in my mouth, and I wanted Sandy to taste it too. I grabbed each of Sandy’s breasts, and squeezed. I alternated playing with her nipples and squeezing. Soon, I heard the timer ring, and I walked over to Angel and knelt down in front of her.

“Good slave.” Angel patted me on the head and ran her fingers through my hair. “You’re going to help me while I whip Sandy. I want you to stand behind her and hold her breasts up while I whip them.” I got up and walked behind Sandy. I reached around her back, and propped up her breasts with my hands. Angel went into the closet, and came out with a crop. She walked over to Sandy, and smacked the tops of Sandy’s breasts with the crop. She alternated smacking the nipple and the breast. She smacked Sandy’s breasts for at least ten minutes. My arms were starting to get tired when Angel finally said, “OK slave, you can stop now.” I let go of Sandy’s breasts, and waited.

Angel untied the spreader bar from Sandy’s ankles, and unhooked the chains from her wrists. She handcuffed Sandy’s wrists behind her back, and said, “Slave, go sit down on the sofa.” I walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Then Angel said, “Sandy, I want you to get on your knees, and crawl over to Bert on the sofa. I want you to give him a blowjob. It’ll probably take a while; he’s not very sensitive you know. Oh, just to give you a little more incentive to finish quickly, let me put these on.” Angel pulled out a pair of clothespins, tied together with a couple of feet of string. She clamped the clothespins directly on Sandy’s nipples, then came over to the sofa and sat next to me. Sandy got down on her knees, and crawled over to me. She took my cock in her mouth, and licked and sucked on the head of my cock. It had been a long time since I’d had a blowjob, because I’m not very sensitive. Angel sat next to me on the sofa and kissed me, and that helped Sandy a little, because I love kissing Angel. Poor Sandy, it took her forty-five minutes before I finally came, and that’s only because Angel and I had been kissing the whole time. Angel commanded, “Lick up and swallow all the come, Sandy.” Sandy licked up and swallowed all the come. Sandy started crying. Angel let her cry for a few minutes before she said, “Stop that. A bet’s a bet. Stand up.”

Sandy stood up, and Angel pulled on the string. Sandy yelped as the clothespins pulled on her nipples. “I still have control over you, at least until I unlock the handcuffs from your wrists.” Angel got up and walked over to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Sandy had to follow, since Angel was holding the string. “Get up on your tiptoes”, Angel commanded. Sandy got up on her tiptoes, and Angel hooked the string around one of the chains. Sandy was stuck, she had to stay up on her tiptoes, or yank the clothespins clipped to her nipples. Angel asked, “Should I whip you Sandy?”

“No, Mistress Angel, please don’t whip me”, Sandy answered.

“Very well, I’ll leave you hang there for a while.” Angel came back over to the sofa, straddled my lap, and kissed me while Sandy struggled to stay on her toes. After about fifteen minutes, we heard Sandy crying. Angel looked over, and saw that Sandy was standing on her heels. The clothespins were pulling on Sandy’s nipples. Angel got up and unhooked the string from the chain. She unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists, and said, “Go ahead, take the clothespins off.” Sandy took one clothespin off, and screamed. She was a little hesitant, but finally took the other pin off her nipple; this time she whimpered. Sandy and Angel left the room.

After a few minutes Angel came back. “Sandy got dressed and left. I’m sorry about the bet. I called her yesterday and asked her if she wanted to help me torment you. She agreed, but then she wanted to make that bet with me. She surprised me when she brought it up. I agreed, but I was apprehensive about it. I like to torment you, but I don’t particularly want to torture you. I kept thinking about the bet all day today, and the more I thought about it, the more I disliked it. Thanks for winning the bet for me.” Angel kissed me, then continued. “I had never dominated a woman before. I wasn’t sure what to do, or what I wanted to do. I had a chance to think about it while you were eating me. Since she was so anxious to torture you, I decided to torture her. I really enjoyed putting the clothespins on her nipples. Sandy thought it was so much fun to put clothespins on your nipples when she was here before. I wonder if she still thinks it’s so much fun.” We went back to the bedroom, and kissed and cuddled for a while. Then I got dressed, and went home.

Chapter 8 - Another trip to the beach

We went on six ordinary dates before Angel answered the door in her leather outfit again. It was a Saturday morning. I went into the living room, stripped, and waited for her. She walked in with the harness and a glass of ice water. After she put the harness on, she gave me the loose fitting tan khaki pants, and said, “We’re going to the beach.” I put the pants on and waited in the living room. She came back wearing a bikini, with a light shirt over the top. “Get the stuff from my bedroom.” I went into the bedroom, got the beach bags, and followed her out to her car. I put the beach bags in the trunk, and got in. It was late in July, a very hot day. The traffic wasn’t too bad, and we got to the beach after two and a half hours. I got the bags out the trunk, and followed Angel to the beach. The beach was crowded, but we finally found a spot for our stuff. I set up the towels and the light nylon shade. I put some sunscreen on Angel, and then some on myself. I started reading, and Angel went for a walk along the beach.

About an hour later Betty and Darlene came over to where I was sitting. Angel was with them, and said, “Guess who I found on the beach.” They had brought a lounger with them, and they set them up. Betty had me put sunscreen all over her body and I started with her legs and worked up. I spent a couple of minutes rubbing sunscreen into her ass and back. She flipped over, and I finally got to feel her slightly firm round breasts. The harness was pricking me, but I didn’t care. Betty made me spend several minutes rubbing sunscreen into her breasts before I finished her neck and face. Darlene wanted me to put sunscreen on her, and her ass and torpedo breasts were soft and sensuous. The harness pricked me even more, but I didn’t care. After I was finished with Darlene, Angel said, “Come take a walk on the beach with me.”

I got up, and Angel and I walked along the shore. Betty and Darlene had aroused me greatly, and we walked for a while before I calmed down. We walked along the shore for about a half-mile, and we turned around and headed back. No one seemed to notice the harness, or at least they weren’t obvious about noticing. When we got back, Betty and Darlene were lying on their stomachs, soaking up the sun. I put more sunscreen on Angel, and she went to lie in the sun. I picked up the book I’d been reading, sat down under the shade, and kept reading.

Betty and Darlene had me light cigarettes for them, and put more sunscreen on them. Most of the time they just lay there, soaking up the sun. Angel had lighter skin, and after a couple of hours she was tired of sunning. She would walk along the shore, and come back after a while. The sun was going down, and I was starting to get hungry. It was a little after seven, when Betty asked Angel, “Would you like to come over for dinner?”

Angel said, “Sure. We’ll pack up first, and we’ll be over in about a half-hour.” Betty and Darlene packed up the loungers and went home. We packed up our beach stuff, put it in the car, and went to Betty’s house. She let us in, and asked, “Would you like to take a shower before dinner?”

Angel said, “Thanks, that would be nice.” Angel and I went up to the bathroom, and she unlocked the harness. She took off her bikini, and we took a shower together. This was only the second time we’d ever taken a shower together, and both times were at Betty’s house. We played around for a few minutes, then cleaned up. I toweled Angel off, and she toweled me off. She put her bikini back on, and left. I went to the bathroom while she was gone. She came back with a glass of ice water, and put the cock harness back on.

We went downstairs into the dining room. Betty had made us all a large salad, with pieces of chicken. Betty and Darlene must have bathed before we arrived, as they both smelled wonderful. They each had on a different perfume, and they seemed to compliment one another. They were still wearing their bikinis. Betty and Darlene asked Angel what she had been doing with me since the party, and Angel happily filled them in. I sat and ate the salad, and listened to the women talk about teasing men. Suddenly Betty said, “Angel, I have an idea for a wonderful evening tonight!” Then she bent over and whispered in Angel’s ear for a few minutes. Angel replied, “Yes, that would be interesting.” Darlene got up and left the room. She came back a few minutes later and said, “Yes, she can make it.” We picked up the salad bowls, and brought them into the kitchen. We went into the living room. The women sat down on the sofa. I sat down in an overstuffed chair across from them. Betty and Darlene lit a cigarette, and we all just sat there in silence.

There was a knock on the door, and Darlene got up to answer it. I heard the door open and someone come in. Darlene and another woman came into the living room. I thought I remembered her form the party, but I wasn’t sure. Darlene said, “Angel, Bert, this is Cindy.” Cindy had long blonde hair, almost to her waist. She looked just like a cheerleader, although I’m sure she was a bit older now. She was wearing a bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She also had nice round breasts, although they weren’t as large as Betty’s.

Angel got up and said, “Slave, come with me.” I got up and followed her into the dining room. She pulled a chair away from the table, and placed it against the wall. “Take off your pants, and sit down”, she commanded. I took off my pants, and sat in the chair. Angel pulled out a pair of handcuffs and two short pieces of rope from her bag. She pulled my wrists behind the chair back, and locked my wrists together. She had put the handcuffs through the chair back, and I couldn’t move my wrists. She tied my ankles to the chair legs. When she finished with me, she took her bikini off. She put the pants and the bikini in the bag, and left the room.

A few minutes later all the women came in. They were naked, and they all sat around the dining room table. They had brought in some light beer and potato chips. Angel was sitting with her back to me, so I could see Betty, Darlene, and Cindy. Cindy tied her hair in two ponytails on the sides of her head, so she looked even more like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader. Cindy asked, "We’re playing poker, right?” and the other women nodded in agreement. Betty put some poker chips in front of each player, then started shuffling cards. After Betty dealt the cards for the first hand, they lit cigarettes, and played poker. Darlene won the first hand with three sixes. Cindy won the second hand with a flush. She yelled, “Yippee”, and the other women went, “Ooh”.


Cindy got up and walked over to me. I didn’t know what the women had planned, but I was sure Cindy had won something. Between the cigarette she was holding and her all-American cheerleader appearance, my cock was getting very hard. The harness was already pricking my cock before she had even gotten to me. She straddled my legs and looked down at me. Her breasts were just above my face. She took a puff of the cigarette, and sat down on my legs. She caught the harness with her pussy, and I winced as she forced it down. The harness was pushing up against her pussy, and the pins were sticking my cock much more forcefully than I was used to. She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Her breasts were pressing into my chest, and she started grinding her ass and pussy on my legs. I guess the harness felt pretty good rubbing against her pussy. The only thing keeping me from screaming was that Cindy was kissing me. Her tongue was darting all over my mouth. She kept rubbing and kissing until she had an orgasm. She got up, went back to the table, and the women resumed their card game.

Angel won the next game with a pair of jacks. Cindy won the next game with three sevens. I was enjoying watching the women play cards. They were serious about playing poker, and I could tell that they had played before. I still wasn’t sure what determined which woman got me. Cindy won again with two pair, queen high. Cindy was accumulating poker chips. Betty won the next game with three fours. Angel won with two pair, ten high. Darlene won the next game with a full house. She got up and walked over to me. She straddled me, and took a puff of her cigarette. She rubbed her breasts against my face for a minute before she sat down on the harness. She kissed me and started grinding her ass and pussy on my legs. Her tongue was darting all over my mouth, grinding her pussy until she had an orgasm. She got up, went back to the table, and the card game continued.

It took me another hour, but I finally figured out that straight or better won the lap dance with me. Cindy was the best card player, and she won most of the chips, and three additional sessions with me. Darlene won two sessions with me, and Betty and Angel won one session each. Angel was the only woman that wasn’t smoking. She enjoyed her lap dance just as much as the other women did. Finally, the women finished the card game. They got up, and cleared the table. They came back a few minutes later, and Betty, Darlene, and Cindy stood in front of me. They were all smoking a cigarette, and my cock was getting pricked. Angel said, “Slave, these women all wish to tease you. Please choose which one of them you most want to tease you.” Any of them would have been great, but I was partial to Cindy. She looked so damn much like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader.

“Mistress Cindy, please”, I answered. The women walked out of the room. Angel untied my ankles, and unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists. “Stand up”, she commanded. I stood up, and she locked my wrists behind my back. “Come with me.” I followed her into the living room. Cindy was sitting in the overstuffed chair, and Betty and Darlene were sitting on the sofa. “Kneel down”, Angel commanded. I knelt down on the floor, and she tied my wrists and ankles together. She went to the sofa and sat down. Cindy leaned back in the chair, and spread her legs open. “Slave, crawl over here and eat me. I’m waiting. You better get here before I finish this cigarette.”

I started crawling over to Cindy. I couldn’t move more than an inch or two at a time, because of the way my wrists and ankles were tied together. The floor was wooden, but there had been a large throw rug in front of the sofa. I could see that they had moved the rug. I got about halfway to the sofa when I saw the tacks on the floor. They had poured what looked like two boxes of tacks on the floor in front of the sofa. There was no way I could crawl around them. If I wanted to get to Cindy, I had to crawl through four feet of tacks. I crawled up to the edge of the tacks, and looked up at Angel. She had a big smile on her face. I looked up at Betty and Darlene. They were smoking, watching me crawl. I looked over at Cindy. She was still slouched on the chair, legs spread, smoking a cigarette, waiting for me.

I knew this was going to hurt, but I didn’t have any choice. I started crawling to Cindy. My knees pushed a few of the tacks out of the way, but one of them got under my left knee. It hurt. A lot. If I stopped, it was just going to keep hurting, so I kept crawling. A lot of the tacks were pushed out of the way, but one at a time they got under my knees. I kept crawling, and finally I made it through the tacks. I still had a few under my knees. I had a couple more feet to go to get to Cindy. I kept crawling, and I finally made it to her pussy. There were still three or four tacks under my knees, but I didn’t care any more. I lapped at Cindy’s pussy and sucked on her clit like a madman. She pushed me away after her third orgasm. I feel over on my side as soon as she pushed me away, to ease the pain in my knees.

Angel got up, and untied my ankles. She unlocked my wrists, and I pulled the tacks out of my knees. I just stayed on the floor while Betty, Darlene, and Angel picked up the tacks. My knees were all scratched up, and I’d been cut in several places. After all the tacks were picked up, Angel, Cindy, and I went upstairs.

We went into the bedroom I’d been in before. Angel unlocked the harness, tied me to the bed, and sat down in a chair against the wall. Cindy sat on the bed cross-legged smoking a cigarette. I was very hard watching her smoke. When she finished smoking, she picked up a hairbrush. She brushed her hair. I was watching the brush go through her long blonde hair over and over again. Then she suddenly smacked my cock with the back of the brush. She returned to brushing her hair, then suddenly she’d rub my cock with the bristles for a couple of minutes. Instead of stimulating my cock constantly, she’d surprise me. After a while she got tired of brushing her hair. She lit a cigarette, and smoked it while the tormented my cock with the bristles of the hairbrush. She looked somewhat like a little girl pretending to be grown up.

After she finished the cigarette, she put a condom on my cock, and hopped on. She leaned forward, and put her hands on the bed. Her breasts were hanging in front of my face, and her hair hung in my face. She started rocking on my cock, and I watched her breasts swing. She started panting, and I watched her face as she had an orgasm. She kept rocking, and she had her second orgasm. I was close to cumming myself, so I closed my eyes. I could hear her moan and pant, and she had a third orgasm. She collapsed on my chest, panting and moaning. Her breasts felt nice against my chest. After she rested a couple of minutes, she got up. She pulled the condom off my cock, and threw it away. She got back on the bed, poured some baby oil in her left palm, and started stroking my cock. She lit another cigarette, and smoked it while she masturbated me. It only took a couple of minutes of watching this all-American cheerleader smoking for me to have an orgasm. She hopped off the bed, and walked out the room.

Angel got up, and cleaned me with a towel. She untied my ankles, and unlocked my wrists from the bed. I got up and put my pants on while Angel put the handcuffs and rope in the bag. She was already wearing her bikini and shirt. We went back downstairs, said goodnight to Betty and Darlene, and left. During the drive back home, Angel asked, “Slave, you really liked Cindy, didn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, I did”, I answered.

“Why? Was it because she had blonde hair and nice boobs?”

“Mistress Angel, she was attractive, yes. When she tied her hair in ponytails, she looked just like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader. She acted like a sixteen-year-old trying to act grown up. I found that very arousing.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you’ll be happy to know I got her phone number. I may invite her over to play with us sometime. Did it hurt a lot when you crawled through the tacks?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, it did.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted so much to act out that scene from the video. Betty, Darlene, and I soaked our pussies watching you crawl through those tacks, and then watching you eat Cindy. Would you crawl through tacks to eat my pussy, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, I would.”

“We’ll have to try that sometime.” We didn’t talk the rest of the drive to Angel’s apartment. I went in, changed into my clothes, and left.

Chapter 9 - Trip to the mountains

We went on five ordinary dates. Angel and I planned a trip to the mountains. I was planning to take off Friday, and it was Labor Day weekend. I arrived at Angel’s apartment really looking forward to our trip. It was the first long vacation that we were planning to take together. When she opened the door wearing her leather outfit I almost cried. I didn’t say a word; I went into the living room, took of my clothes, and stood, waiting for her. Angel came into the room, took my hands in hers, and said, “Slave, I’m so happy to see you obey me without hesitation. We’re still going on our trip. You’re just going to be my slave, that’s all. Get dressed, and let’s get going.” I got dressed, and got Angel’s luggage from her bedroom. She changed into a nice blouse and skirt. She packed the leather outfit and all the other bondage gear into another bag. I put all the bags in my car, and we headed to the cabin we had rented. We got there after a couple of hours. I got the bags out of the car and moved them into the cabin. I turned the heat on, and looked around. For some reason, Angel had rented a three-bedroom cabin. It was fairly large, almost as large as a house. I wasn’t sure what she had planned, but I knew she was going to be my masturbatrix for the long weekend. It had been warm when we left, but it was a lot cooler here. Night had fallen, plus we were up in the mountains. It was cold outside, even though it was early September.

After about an hour the cabin was cozy. The heater had warmed up the cabin, and we had a chance to check everything out. We had moved our bags into the master bedroom. We had our own bathroom, plus there was another bathroom for the other two bedrooms. I was about to ask Angel why we needed so much room when I heard a car pull up. I was surprised by the noise, so I went to the front door to see who had driven up to our cabin. I thought it might be another family that had driven to the wrong cabin by mistake. I was surprised when Betty, Darlene, and Cindy got out of the car. Angel ran over to them, and they hugged for a few minutes. Betty and I got all of the bags out of the car, and we all went inside.

The women sat down on the sofa, and I sat on a rocking chair. This was the first time I’d seen these women wearing clothes. They still looked attractive, even though they’d been driving for almost four hours. We talked for a few minutes, and Angel said, “I know it’s been a long trip, would you like to take a shower before we eat dinner.” They agreed, and Betty and Darlene went to use the master bathroom; Cindy went to use the other bathroom. While they were showering, Angel and I started dinner. It was a simple meal, hamburgers and instant mashed potatoes. While I fried the burgers, Angel made the mashed potatoes. She added some chives to give the potatoes some flavor. Angel brought some plates and silverware out to the table. I finished up the burgers, and brought them and the potatoes out to the table. I was most of the way to the table when I saw that Betty, Darlene, Cindy, and Angel were all topless. I also noticed that Cindy had put her hair in two ponytails. I put the burgers and potatoes down, and saw that the women were naked. I felt strange still wearing clothes, but no one said anything, so I sat down. We all served ourselves. No one said anything for a few minutes. We were all eating. Cindy broke the silence by saying, “Slave, I understand that you think I look just like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader. Is that right?”

“Yes Mistress Cindy, that’s right”, I answered.

“Well I’m flattered. I have quite a few wrinkles under my eyes and on my hands, but if you think I remind you of a teenager, then I’m not going to argue with you.” I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, and no one else spoke while we were eating. After dinner, I picked up the dishes, and brought them into the kitchen. The women got up and went over to the sofa. I cleaned up the table, and loaded and started the dishwasher. Angel walked into the kitchen with the harness. “Strip”, she commanded. I took off my clothes, while she got a glass of ice water. I stood while she put the harness on my cock. She went back to the sofa with the other women, and I took my clothes into the bedroom.

I came back into the living room and sat on the rocking chair. The women were sitting on the sofa, drinking wine and talking. Betty, Darlene, and Cindy were all smoking. I just rocked and watched them. After they’d finished a couple of glasses of wine, Angel commanded, “Get up, and lay down on the rug.” I got up from the chair, and walked over by the back door. There was a 12’ round woven floor rug near the back door. I lay down, and waited. The women all came over and sat around me. Betty and Darlene started hugging and kissing each other. Cindy started kissing me, while Angel started rubbing my thighs and legs with her hands. The harness was pricking my cock. The women kissed and fondled each other and me over the next couple of hours. I didn’t move, but the women were moving all around me. I used my hands and mouth to stimulate the women, and they stimulated each other. They had a lot of orgasms. I focused on pleasuring the women, and as the sensuality continued, I found that I was less and less aroused. By the time the women were finished, and got up to take a shower, I wasn’t aroused at all. I kept lying on the rug until Angel came back and commanded, “Get up”. She unlocked the harness, and wiped up a little dried blood. I took a quick shower, because there wasn’t much hot water left. Angel and I went to bed, and I assume the other women went to bed as well. This was the first time that Angel and I had ever slept together. Sure, we’d had lots of sex, but we’d never slept in the same bed.

The next morning we all got up and had breakfast. The women talked about what they’d be doing that day. Angel had told me last night that I was everyone’s slave. If anyone wanted anything, I was to serve her, but the plan was that the women would be free to do what they wanted. Angel and I were going to hike in the mountains. Betty and Darlene were going to spend the day sunning and swimming in the lake. They were dressed in their bikinis. Cindy wanted to walk through the woods. We asked her if she wanted to join us, but she thought the mountain trails would be too strenuous for her. Cindy was the first to finish breakfast. She gave me a long kiss, then left. We were ready to go, and Darlene agreed to clean up the breakfast dishes before they went to the lake.

Angel and I spent the morning hiking through the mountains. We reached the top of one peak around nine, and spent a half-hour just looking at the view. The rest of the time, we were walking on mountain trails. We saw lots of interesting trees and plants, and an occasional squirrel or bird. Angel spent some time playing with me as well; she surprised me by not wearing any underwear. We were walking along a trail, when Angel spotted something. I followed her into a clump of bushes. She unbuttoned her blouse, and commanded, “Suck my nipples, slave”. I sucked on her nipples while she rubbed her pussy with her fingers through her pants. I sucked until she had an orgasm. She buttoned her blouse, and we walked back to the trail. Angel commanded me later to pull out my cock and rest it on a sun-heated rock, and put it into a waterfall of a cold mountain stream. The rock was easy, but the waterfall was a challenge to keep from soaking my clothes. We were heading back to the cabin for lunch, when Angel found another clump of bushes. She commanded, “Eat me, slave”, and pulled her pants off. She lay down on a pile of leaves, and she played with her nipples while I ate her to an orgasm.

Cindy was at the cabin when we got there. Angel fixed us some sandwiches, while Cindy and I were sitting at the table. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples through the shirt. Cindy was telling me about all the trees and plants she’d seen while walking. Angel brought the sandwiches out, and sat down. While we were eating, Angel told Cindy about our morning, including the orgasms. Cindy told Angel about a secluded place she’d come across. She said that it was a great spot to bring a blanket. Angel packed up a bag, while I cleaned up the table and kitchen. I started the dishwasher, and we left.

We walked along the lake for a little while, and then we went through a valley. The trees were thicker here then on the mountain trails we had walked this morning. We walked for about 45 minutes before we got to the place. We left the trail, and walked a hundred yards or so towards a hill. Cindy stopped, and said, “This is it”. We looked around. There were trees and shrubs that kept us from seeing the trail. The hill kept us from seeing in the other direction as well. The only way anyone could see us would be if they were on top the hill. Angel took the blanket out of the bag and spread it on the ground. She took out two pieces of rope, and commanded, “Strip”. I took off my clothes, and waited. She commanded, “Kneel down on the ground by that pine tree, with your wrists and ankles behind it.” I knelt down on the ground, facing the blanket, and put my wrists and ankles behind the tree. The pine needles stung my knees a little. Angel tied my wrists together behind the tree, then tied my ankles together. The trunk was large enough that I couldn’t move. Angel and Cindy took off their clothes, and sat down on the blanket. Cindy took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. Cindy sat on the blanket facing me, while Angel sat down on the blanket right in front of me. Cindy smoked and fondled her breasts while Angel tickled my cock with the palm and back of her hand.

After Cindy finished her cigarette, she got on her hands and knees in front of me and sucked on my cock. She didn’t suck very hard, just slow and steadily. After about ten minutes Cindy sat down, and Angel got on her hands and knees in front of me, and sucked my cock just as slow and steadily. Cindy and Angel alternated sucking on my cock, ten minutes at a time, for well over an hour. It was pleasant, but I wasn’t ever close to an orgasm. Cindy pulled Angel down on the blanket, and started kissing her. Cindy and Angel pleasured each other, and they both had two orgasms. Cindy and Angel got up, and Angel pulled another rope out of the bag. She tied the rope around the base of the tip of my cock, while Cindy jumped up and grabbed a branch of the pine tree. Angel tied the other end of the rope to the branch. They held on to the branch for about a minute giggling, then they let go. The branch sprung back about two feet, then the rope stopped it. The branch was pulling on my cock. It hurt. Cindy plucked the rope like a guitar string a few times, then pulled Angel back down on the blanket. They went back to kissing and fondling, but neither of them had an orgasm. I almost didn’t notice them. All I could think about was the branch tugging on my cock. After a while Angel got up, and untied the rope from the branch. She gave the rope a couple of yanks, then sat back down on the blanket. Cindy and Angel got dressed, then Angel untied me. I got dressed, and packed up the bag. We walked back to the lake, and sat on the shore for about an hour, watching people swim and boat. We went back to the cabin for dinner.

Cindy and Angel went to take a shower while I started dinner. I found a note on the table when I put the plates and silverware out. It read, “Dear Group. We met a couple of nice guys at the lake today. We’re having dinner with them tonight. Catch you later. Betty and Darlene.” I showed the note to Cindy and Angel when they came to dinner. They were naked. We sat down, and ate the roast beef and mashed potatoes. We had plenty of roast beef with only three people eating. After dinner, Cindy cleaned up while I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Cindy and Angel were waiting for me. Angel commanded, “Lay down on the bed.” I lay down, and Angel handcuffed my hands to the headboard, and tied my ankles to the footboard. Cindy put a condom on my cock, and hopped on it. She lit a cigarette and sat there smoking it. After she finished the cigarette, she put her hands on the bed and started rocking. She kept going until she had a couple of orgasms. She hopped off of me, and pulled the condom from my cock. She threw it away, and left. Angel started kissing me. She put a condom on my cock, and hopped on. She rode me to a couple of orgasms, then collapsed on my chest. After she rested, she hopped up, pulled the condom off, and threw it away. She picked up a bottle of baby oil and a towel, and straddled my legs. She stroked me to the brink of orgasm five times before she finally allowed me to have one. She wiped off her hands, and hopped off the bed. She untied and unlocked me. After we cleaned up, we went to sleep.

We got up and started breakfast. Betty and Darlene had come in late, and were a little sleepy. They told us about Lanny and Chuck, the guys they had met yesterday. They went out to a seafood restaurant for dinner, and then gone out on the lake in a powerboat. There was a full moon last night, and they could see a lot of animals along the shore from the lake. Betty and Darlene seemed to have had a great time, and asked if they could invite Lanny and Chuck over for dinner. We said sure. Angel told me that we’d have to make a trip to the market to get some food for the dinner. Betty said she’d clean up breakfast, and Angel and I left. We went to the store, picked up a roast and some side dishes, and drove back to the cabin.

Since it was going to take a few hours to cook dinner, Angel just wanted to spend the day hanging around the cabin. I went out and gathered some kindling. We had bought the logs at the store. The cabin had a fireplace, and Angel hoped we could get a fire going for dinner. She prepared all of the side dishes, and got the roast in the oven. I built a stack of kindling and logs in the fireplace. When she was finished preparing, she walked over to the sofa, dropped her pants, and commanded, “Eat me”. I walked over and knelt down in front of her. She had three orgasms, and pushed me away. We got up, and took a shower together.

We got dressed, and went out and sat on the sofa. Angel asked me, “Are you having a good time?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, I am.”

She kissed me. We sat on the sofa and talked until it was time to cook the side dishes. Angel went into the kitchen. Cindy, Betty, and Darlene walked into the cabin. They kissed me, and went to take a shower. I sat on the sofa for another hour, and the women came into the living room. Cindy was wearing a nice white dress. Betty was wearing a stunning blue dress. Darlene was wearing a white blouse and a dark purple skirt. Betty and Darlene left to go get Lanny and Chuck, and Cindy went into the kitchen to help Angel. Angel was wearing a pretty red dress. I was wearing a patterned dress shirt and slacks. Betty and Darlene returned with Lanny and Chuck. We shook hands, and they started the fire in the fireplace. I went into the kitchen to see if I could help. I brought the dishes and silverware to the table, and Betty, Lanny, Darlene, and Chuck were sitting at the table talking. I brought the side dishes and roast out, and Cindy and Angel came out to the table. Betty introduced Lanny and Chuck, and we all sat down. We had a nice conversation. Lanny and Chuck had come to the mountains for the weekend to relax and fish. They met Betty and Darlene when they had come back to shore for some gas and bait. Rather than fish, they spent the afternoon boating around the lake. After dinner, Betty and Darlene left with Lanny and Chuck, and I cleaned up the table and kitchen. Cindy and Angel went into the living room.

After I started the dishwasher, I went into the living room. Cindy and Angel were sitting on the sofa. Cindy was smoking. I sat down on the rocking chair, and listened to Cindy and Angel talk. Cindy commanded, “Go into the bedroom and strip. Get a hand towel, and come back here.” I got up and went into the bedroom. I took off my clothes, got a hand towel from the bathroom, and returned to the living room. I hoped that Lanny and Chuck wouldn’t be returning. Cindy lit another cigarette, took a puff, and commanded, “Sit down, and jerk off for us.” I sat down in the rocking chair and started masturbating. It was interesting, with Cindy and Angel fully dressed, watching me while I played with myself. At least Cindy was smoking. That helped me a little. It took a little while, but I ejaculated into the hand towel. Cindy commanded, “Get on your hands and knees in front of us.” I got up, knelt down in front of Angel, and got down on my hands and knees. Cindy and Angel put their feet up on my back, using me like an ottoman. They continued their conversation.

I heard the front door open and close. I hoped that wasn’t Lanny and Chuck. I heard Betty say, “Oh look, isn’t that cute.” I couldn’t see, but I heard two people sit down on the sofa. Cindy commanded, “Get up slave, and hold ashtrays for us.” I got up and saw Angel, Cindy, Betty, and Darlene sitting on the sofa. I knelt in front of Betty, holding an ashtray in each hand, while Betty and Darlene talked about Lanny and Chuck. Darlene said, “I wonder what Lanny and Chuck would think of our slave.” I hoped she was kidding.

Cindy answered, “Darlene, you could do what we did yesterday. We took slave out into the woods, and tied him to a tree. Angel and I teased him and pleasured each other in front of him. You could tie him to a tree, and have Lanny and Chuck fuck you while he watched.” I wanted to dump the ashtray in Cindy’s lap.

Darlene responded, “That sounds like a great idea, Cindy. Angel, would it be a problem if we borrowed slave?”

Angel took a few minutes before she answered. “Darlene, how would Lanny and Chuck respond if you surprised them with a slave? They could feel threatened, rather than aroused. I don’t think it’s a good idea to surprise Lanny and Chuck like that.”

Darlene thought for a minute and answered, “I guess you’re right Angel. I was being selfish. I thought it could be so cool. I didn’t think about it would affect Lanny or Chuck.”

The women finished smoking their cigarettes. Cindy commanded, “Slave, get up and clean the ashtrays.” I slowly got up, and took the ashtrays into the kitchen. I dumped the ashes into the garbage, and washed the ashtrays in the sink. I brought the ashtrays back into the living room. The women were all naked. Cindy commanded, "Go lay down on the rug.” I walked over to the rug and lay down, and the women came over and sat around me. They started kissing me and kissing each other, and the women pleasured each other for a couple of hours. We all went to bed. I was still concerned about what had happened earlier, and I said, “Thank you Angel, for talking Darlene out of showing me off to Lanny and Chuck.” I tried to kiss her, but she looked angry.

“That’s Mistress Angel, slave. I had no problem with Darlene wanting to show you off. I was concerned that Lanny and Chuck would get upset if Darlene surprised them with a male slave. I might surprise you sometime by having another man with me while you serve us. It’d be fun to have you serve a man along with me. You’d better obey him. If he commands, “Suck my cock”, you’d better do it. Do you understand, slave?”

I was a little shocked, but I quietly answered, “Yes Mistress Angel, I understand.”

She tossed a blanket and pillow on the floor, and continued. “You seem to keep forgetting that you’re our slave, and we’re your masturbatrixes. You must obey every command without hesitation. You’re sleeping on the floor tonight, slave.”

She turned off the light, and I tried to get to sleep. The floor was hard and cold. I was surprised by Angel’s reaction. I had no idea she felt this way. I thought about serving a man, and I didn’t like the idea at all.

Angel woke me up. I was sleepy, and I noticed it was still dark. She was wearing a coat. “Get up and come with me”, she commanded. I got up, and followed her to the back door. She opened it, and went outside. I followed her. I was naked, and it was cold. I shivered as we walked about fifty feet away from the cabin. It was still dark, but there was a near full moon. We stopped by a stick about five feet high tied to two trees. She commanded, “Go back to the cabin, and bring back two buckets of water.” I could see the frost coming from her mouth as Angel spoke. I walked back to the cabin, and found four buckets by a faucet. I filled up two of them, and brought them back to her. She commanded, “Fill the other two buckets.” I walked back to the cabin, filled the other two buckets and brought them back to her. I was glad I was doing something, otherwise I’d be freezing by now. Angel had tied a rope to the first two buckets. She threw my arms over the stick, and handed me the buckets with the rope. “Hold these.” I held the buckets while she tied the ropes around my wrists. When she finished, she took the buckets out of my hands, and let them hang by the ropes. I tried to move, but the weight of the buckets pinned my back and shoulders to the stick. Angel tied my ankles to stakes in the ground, and stood up.

She lit a cigarette, and took a puff. She watched me shiver for a couple of minutes before she spoke. “You seem to keep forgetting your role here. You must obey every command without hesitation. I decided that you must be punished because of the way you’ve been acting tonight. I read about this torture on the Internet, and I thought that it might help you remember to be a good slave.” She picked up a bucket of water and threw it on me. The water felt very cold, and woke me up even more. “It gets cold at night in the mountains. It’s around 25 degrees.” She looked at her watch. ”It’s one thirty in the morning. Sunrise is over four hours away. In about a half-hour, the water I threw on you will freeze. The water in the buckets hanging from your wrists won’t have time to freeze solid, but they’ll keep you pinned in a very uncomfortable position. While you’re out here freezing, we’ll be inside in a nice, warm cabin.” She took a puff of the cigarette. I thought about everything she was saying. “Slave, if I command you to lick clean my ass after I’ve gone to the bathroom, I want you to obey without hesitation. Think about how you’re going to be a better slave while you’re out here freezing.” Angel picked up the other bucket of water, and threw the water on me. She picked up the empty buckets, and brought them back to the cabin. I watched her go back inside. A few minutes later I saw the light in our bedroom go out.

The water froze to my skin just as Angel said, and the shivering hurt my shoulders and back. I had no idea she could be so mean to me. She had never tortured me before, but this was definitely torture. I thought about serving a man like she wanted, and I still didn’t like the idea at all. As uncomfortable as I was, I was a little aroused by what Angel was doing to me. I shivered all through the night. The sun came up, and it got brighter. I was still shivering, although the sun was shining on me. My shoulders and back were sore from all the shivering, and I was still freezing. Finally Angel came outside and walked over to me. She was wearing her coat. She looked at me for a couple of minutes, and asked, “Are you willing to obey me slave?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, I am.”

“Good. It made me wet to torture you like this slave. While you were out here freezing, we were inside all warm and cozy, playing with each other. I had three orgasms just thinking about you standing out here freezing.” Angel opened her coat, and quickly closed it. She was naked under the coat. I was wondering what she would do next when I felt my back being kicked. I looked up, dazed, and I realized I was lying on the floor of the bedroom. I was confused. I thought I was outside tied up? Had the torture been a dream? If it had, why did I dream of Angel torturing me? More important, did I want Angel to torture me? I wasn’t sure how I felt. The sun was up, and my shoulders and back were sore from the floor and the shivering. I watched Angel go into the bathroom. After a time she came back into the room and walked over to me. She looked at me for a couple of minutes, and asked, “Are you willing to obey my friends and I slave? Without hesitation? No matter what the command? No matter who gives the order?”

“Yes Mistress Angel, I am.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that slave. Get up, and make us breakfast.” I got up and picked up the pillow and blanket, and put them on the bed. I decided that Angel wanted me to remain naked, so I washed up, but didn’t get dressed. I went into the kitchen, and made some pancakes. Cindy came into the kitchen to get the dishes and silverware. She was naked. I watched her while she got the breakfast dishes together, and as she left the kitchen. She came back, and got some orange juice. I finished the pancakes, and brought them out. The women were sitting at the table naked. I put the pancakes down, and Angel said, “Slave, this breakfast is for us.” She tossed the handcuffs to me and continued, “Lock your wrists behind your back and stand with your nose in the corner.” She pointed to the corner of the room. I locked my wrists behind my back, and walked into the corner. I could hear the women laughing and talking while they ate. I heard them get up and clear the table. I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes. Cindy surprised me by commanding, “Turn around”. I turned around and Cindy was standing in front of me. “Lick the syrup off my face.” I licked the syrup from her lips, and we kissed for a couple of minutes. When Cindy finished kissing me, I saw Betty, Darlene, and Angel watching us. I licked the syrup from their lips and kissed them in turn. When Angel finished kissing me, she unlocked the handcuffs, and commanded, “Put your swim trunks on, we’re going out.”

I went into our room, and put my swim trunks on. Angel came in, and put her bikini on. When we went back into the living room. Cindy was waiting in her bikini. She had her hair up in two ponytails, and was smoking a cigarette. I picked up Angel and Cindy’s beach bags and a small ice chest, and followed them to the lake. Angel stopped to rent a large rowboat, and we took it out on the lake. I was in the rowing seat, and Angel and Cindy were sitting in the rear of the boat, facing me. Angel pointed to an island towards the back of the lake. Angel and Cindy put sunscreen on each other while I rowed. When we were about a mile away from the shore, they took their bikinis off and kissed and fondled each other. I got aroused watching them, and Angel commanded, “Take off your trunks”. I stopped rowing, took off my trunks, and resumed rowing. My hard cock was obvious to Angel and Cindy as they pleasured each other. We arrived at the island. It was sandy, with a few pine trees. It wasn’t very big, maybe 200 feet across at the widest. It was far enough away from the swimming and boat rentals that not too many people would row or paddle out to it. I was rather tired, and was glad I could rest while we were there. I pulled the rowboat up on a small beach, and got the beach bags and ice chest. I followed Angel and Sandy as they walked along the shore. They stopped, and I put the bags down. They took blankets and sunglasses out of the beach bags, spread the blankets on the sand, and sat down. They put sunscreen on each other. Angel pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tossed them at me, and commanded, “Go lock yourself to that tree over there”. I went over to the tree Angel pointed out, and put my arms around the tree in front of me. I didn’t think I could lock the handcuffs if I put my arms behind my back. I could get my arms around the tree easily, but I struggled a little as I managed to lock the handcuffs around my wrists.

I didn’t have a watch, so I’m not sure how long Angel and Cindy sunned. It seemed like it was at least a couple of hours. They faced the water most of the time. I’d see Cindy sit up and smoke a cigarette, or Angel sit up and get a drink of water from the ice chest. The only time I’d see their face is when they’d roll over on their stomach. Sometimes I’d be in the sun, and sometimes I’d be in the shade. The pine needles didn’t bother my feet too much. It was very boring and I was hungry and thirsty. Finally, Cindy got up and walked over to me. She stood in front of me, took a puff of her cigarette, and cooed, “I’ll bet you’d love to fondle my breasts, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Cindy, I would”, I answered.

“Well go ahead and fondle them. I’d enjoy that.” She was standing too far away for me to reach them easily. I pressed myself against the tree as hard as I could. I couldn’t see her anymore, but I could feel my fingertips touching her breasts and nipples. I tickled her breasts for a couple of minutes, until I felt her back away. She unlocked the handcuffs, and commanded, “Get the stuff, we’re leaving”. I picked up the blankets, rolled them up, and put them in the beach bags. I picked up the beach bags and ice chest, and brought them to the rowboat. Angel put her bikini back on; Cindy was still naked. We got back in the rowboat. Angel moved to the front seat behind me, and Cindy stayed in the rear seat. Cindy lit a cigarette and smoked while she played with her breasts and pussy. Angel surprised me by whipping my back and saying “Stroke” while I rowed. I felt a little like a galley slave, except that Cindy was putting on a raunchy show to tease me. When we got close to shore, Cindy put her bikini on, and I put my trunks on. I rowed into the dock, and got the beach bags and ice chest while Angel checked the boat in. I followed Angel and Cindy back to the cabin. Betty and Darlene were already there. They were in their bikinis.

As soon as I put the beach bags and ice chest down, Betty commanded, “Get on your hands and knees by the sofa”. I knelt down in front of the sofa, and the women used me like an ottoman. I could hear them laughing and talking about what they did that morning. Betty and Darlene went out with Lanny and Chuck. Cindy told Betty and Darlene about what Angel and her had done to me. Darlene laughed when Cindy told her that I had handcuffed myself to a tree, and she squealed as Cindy described the trip back from the island. The women got up from the sofa, and Angel commanded, “Stand up and take off your trunks”. I did, and Angel locked my wrists behind my back with the handcuffs. I stood near the table and watched as the women got lunch and sat down to eat. They were quiet while they ate.

After lunch the women decided to spend the afternoon in the cabin. Angel unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists, and commanded, “Kneel in front of the sofa with an ashtray in each hand.” I did so, and waited. The women disappeared for about a half-hour. I could hear the water running, and I assumed they were taking showers. Betty and Darlene came out first, naked. They sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and started talking. Cindy came out a couple of minutes later. She was naked as well. She sat down on the sofa right in front of me. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, crossed her legs, and tickled my cock with her foot. Angel came out a little later, and sat down on the rocking chair. She was naked. The women spent the afternoon sitting, smoking, and talking. Cindy would either cross her legs and tickle my cock with her foot, or sit with her legs spread open. I still thought she looked like a sixteen-year-old cheerleader, and she aroused me. I knelt by the sofa, unless I was up emptying and cleaning out the ashtrays.

My mind was wandering and I wasn’t paying much attention to what the women were talking about. I was sore from kneeling, and I was hungry and thirsty. I almost didn’t hear Betty command, “Slave, get up, clean the ashtrays, and come back.” I got up and did as I was commanded. When I returned, Angel took the ashtrays from me, and handcuffed my wrists together in front of me. She locked another pair of handcuffs around my cock. The handcuffs had a three-foot length of chain attached. Angel walked over to the dining room table, and I followed. She locked the other end of the chain around one of the table legs. Darlene came over, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and commanded, “Slave, fondle my breasts.” I took a couple of steps towards her, until the chain stopped me. Darlene’s breasts were still out of my reach. I felt a whip across my back, and I heard Betty snarl, “She wants her breasts fondled, slave. Do it!” I looked over and saw Angel and Cindy sitting on the sofa watching us. Darlene standing in front of me smoking aroused me. Even with Betty whipping my back and snarling at me. I struggled and leaned forward as much as I could to get to Darlene’s pert torpedo shaped breasts, but the chain kept me from reaching them. After Darlene finished her cigarette, she put her hands on her hips and hissed, “I’m really pissed off at you, slave. I asked you nicely to fondle my breasts, and you refused. I’ve never had a man, no wait, a wuss insult me like that before. Is something wrong with my boobs? Aren’t they good enough for you to fondle?”

“No Mistress Darlene, there isn’t anything wrong with your breasts. Your breasts are perky and beautiful. I wanted to fondle them, but I couldn’t reach them.”

Betty smacked my back with the whip four times and Darlene continued. “I don’t want to hear excuses. We’re going to punish you for not obeying me. Betty, please come over here and show this sissy how to fondle breasts.” Betty stepped around me and walked behind Darlene. She reached around her, kissed her on the neck, and fondled her breasts. Darlene looked over at the sofa and continued, “Girls, how should we punish this wimp?”

Cindy spoke up first. “Let’s tie him up, and have him fuck all of us with that dildo gag he wore at the party. Oh, and put that cock harness back on him. I’m getting sick of looking at that hard cock of his.”

“Great idea Cindy. Go get the gag and harness.” Betty kept fondling Darlene’s breasts. Darlene looked back at me. “Slave, you’re going to pleasure all of us tonight. I hope you fuck better than you fondle. Oh, and by the way, no dinner for you tonight.” Angel and Cindy got up and left. Cindy returned with the dildo gag. She strapped it on my head. Angel came back with the cock harness and a glass of ice water. She unlocked the handcuffs from my cock, put my cock in the ice water, and locked the harness on my cock. She unlocked the chain from the handcuffs, and locked it to the harness. She unlocked the handcuffs from one of my wrists, and commanded, “Put your hands behind your back”. I did so, and she locked the handcuffs to my wrists. She was about to unlock the chain from the table when Cindy said, “Wait Angel, I’m hungry. Let’s have dinner first, and after dinner slave can pleasure us.” The women went into the kitchen.

Cindy came back a half-hour later with the plates and silverware. Betty brought out the food and drinks a few minutes later. The women sat down and ate dinner. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I was hungry and thirsty. The cock gag helped my thirst somewhat, but the smell of the roast beef and mashed potatoes was tormenting me. It seemed like dinner lasted for hours, with the women laughing and talking while they ate. Finally the women got up and went over to the sofa. Angel cleared the dishes. She unlocked the chain from the dining room table, and unlocked my handcuffs from behind my back. She locked my wrists together in front of me with the handcuffs, and commanded, “Get on your hands and knees in front of the sofa.”

I walked over to the sofa and knelt down. Betty, Darlene, and Cindy used my back like an ottoman. Angel sat down in the rocking chair. The women talked for about an hour. The women got up and went over to the rug near the back door. Betty commanded, “Crawl over here, slave”. It took a few minutes for me to crawl over with my wrists handcuffed together. The women were kissing and fondling each other. I knelt and watched for a few minutes until Cindy plopped on her back and commanded, “Fuck me, slave.” I crawled over and got down on my forearms. She lay there motionless while I moved my head back and forth, fucking her with the dildo gag. It took awhile, but I heard Cindy have a couple of orgasms before she pushed me away from her with her foot. Betty was next. She got on her hands and knees, and I crawled behind her. After I got started, I hardly had to move. Betty was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, and she had a couple of orgasms. Someone yanked on the chain attached to my cock almost constantly while Betty was using me. Darlene commanded, “Get on your back, slave.” I rolled over on my back, and she sat down on my face and fucked the dildo. I didn’t have to do anything, but all I could see was her back while she fucked. She had three orgasms before she climbed off my face. Angel got on her hands and knees, and she rocked herself to three orgasms. Someone yanked on the chain constantly while Angel was pleasuring herself. I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn’t aroused while all this was happening. I guess I was so tired and I had to move around so much that I wasn’t aroused. After a couple of hours of sex all of the women were laying on their backs on the rug. I was sitting, waiting for a command. Betty and Darlene got up and left. I heard the shower start. A couple of minutes later Cindy got up to take a shower. Angel waited until Betty and Darlene came back into the living room before she commanded, “Get up slave. You need a shower.”

We went into the bedroom. Angel took the gag, handcuffs, and harness off, and we took a shower together. She kissed me a few times, but we didn’t fool around. After we got out of the shower and dried off, she put the cock harness back on, with the chain still attached, and handcuffed my wrists together behind my back. We went out into the living room again. Betty and Darlene were sitting on the sofa, still naked. Angel locked the chain to the dining room table leg, and commanded, “Kneel down”. I knelt down, and Cindy brought out a bowl from the kitchen. She put it on the floor in front of me. It looked like beef stew, but I guess it could have been dog food. I was so hungry I didn’t care. She took a puff of her cigarette, and said, “Come on slave, dinnertime”. I crawled as far as the chain would let me, and fell forward. My face was still a couple of inches away from the bowl. I was so close that when I stuck out my tongue, I could lick the side of the bowl. It didn’t matter; there wasn’t any food on the side of the bowl. I could smell the food, but I couldn’t get to it. I looked up at Cindy. She took a few puffs of her cigarette, and said, “What’s the matter slave? You don’t want this nice dinner I brought you?”

“Yes please Mistress Cindy, I want the dinner. I just can’t get to it.”

She took a couple of puffs of her cigarette and said, “Oh wait, I know what’s wrong. The dinner’s a little dry. I’ll take care of that.” She stood there and peed in the bowl. A lot of the pee splashed on the floor and my face. After she finished, she kicked the bowl over towards me. I was so hungry and thirsty I didn’t care. I ate the pee-covered food, and almost licked the bowl dry. After I finished, Cindy picked up the bowl and brought it into the kitchen.

She came back with a large six-quart plastic mixing bowl. She put it down on the floor next to me. The women all came over to me. Betty stood and peed into the bowl. Darlene was next, and then Angel. When Angel was finished the bowl was half full of pee. She dropped the handcuff key and the chain key into the bowl, and said, “Slave, I want you to fish they keys out of the bowl with your mouth. I’ll be back in an hour to check. If you have the keys, I’ll unlock you, and you’ll clean up the mess. If you don’t have the keys, you’ll spend the night sleeping here. If you get thirsty, you’ll have the bowl to drink from.” The women laughed. “I’ll be back in the morning to unlock you.” The women went into the living room, and sat down on the sofa. I looked into the bowl.

Of course the keys were separated on the bottom. I’d have to stick my head in the bowl at least twice to get both keys. No point in waiting. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and stuck my face in the bowl. I dared not open my eyes, and I fished around with my tongue until I ran out of breath. I didn’t get a key. I tried again, fishing with my tongue until I ran out of breath. I didn’t get a key. I looked into the bowl again. The keys were on the bottom of the bowl. I could hear the women talking on the sofa. It didn’t seem like they were paying any attention to me. I thought they’d be watching, at least. It took three more tries before I got the handcuff key and eleven tries after that to get the chain key (it was smaller). My hair was soaked with urine, and I had splashed it all around on the floor. I was just about sick to my stomach, and I lay down on my side to wait for Angel to come back.

It was a couple of hours before Angel came over. “I see you fished out the keys.” She unlocked the chain from the dining room table leg, and the handcuffs from my wrists. She took the harness off my cock and said, “Take a shower, then come back and clean up all this pee. There’s some ammonia in the kitchen under the sink. Mop the floor after you’ve cleaned up.” I took a shower, then came back into the dining room. I poured the bowl of pee into the bathroom toilet, then went in the kitchen and washed the bowl twice. I found a bucket and mop. I mixed some ammonia with water, and mopped the dining room floor. By the time I was finished, all the women had gone to bed. I cleaned up the kitchen, and went to bed.

Betty, Darlene, and Cindy were packing as soon as they got up the next morning. They had a five-hour drive to get home, and they wanted an early start. They looked strangely arousing wearing clothes. They had been naked or wearing bikinis most of the trip. After they packed the car, and a half-hour of hugs, they left. We had a couple of hours before we had to leave, and we spent the time cleaning up the cabin. Angel put on her leather outfit, and had me wearing no underwear for the trip home. As soon as we left the park she pulled my cock out, and played with it while I drove us home. I helped her get her things into her apartment, and I got my things into my car. I went home tired, but strangely satisfied.

Chapter 10 - Conclusion

I could keep writing about my sessions with Angel as my masturbatrix, but they would be variations on the same themes. We still went out together. It would be every fourth or fifth date that she’d answer the door in her leather outfit. Sandy and Mary broke up about a month after we returned from our trip to the mountains. Sandy would come over to Angel’s apartment on occasion to help torment me. We got together with Betty, Darlene, and sometimes Cindy every three months or so. Over the summer, we’d visit Betty and Darlene in their beach house two or three times. So far, Angel hasn’t had another man with her to torment me, and I hope she never does. I still haven’t decided if I could enjoy serving a man as much as I enjoy serving women.