A Couple of Similar Likes

A Couple of Similar Likes

Chapter 01

She squeezed my left hand hard as I pressed the elevator button that would take us to the 7th floor.

I looked at her and as our eyes met, we both smiled nervously into each others eyes and I squeezed her right hand to indicate that all was well and that a new journey was about to begin for us. My beautiful wife Michelle…god how I loved her and would tell her that every morning when my eyes first fell upon her for the day. She always looked extremely attractive no matter what she wore and no matter whether she had makeup on or not. She was very well built, she had long, dirty blonde hair and she had this loveable squeaky voice that drove me wild. Michelle worked in the entertainment business, a cable channel, where we had met at a business luncheon and it had been love at first sight for both of us.

The elevator doors closed and our journey began. It had only been 3 weeks ago that we discovered a common sexual need, a common sexual preference that had stunned us both.

While returning from a fantastic week in Nassau, we took liberties with the free alcohol in first class and by the time we got into our hotel room in Toronto that night, both our tongues had loosened and had taken on a level of confession never displayed before. At that time we both admitted our undying love for each other and although our sexual drives and performance was better than most, we imagined, we both admitted to a need that each of us had kept within us for years. Somehow we got onto this subject and blurted out almost at the same time that we wished to be controlled by another woman. Not much more was said on the subject until we arrived home the following afternoon.

After organizing our lives back to the day-to-day madness, we agreed to sit down and discuss the subject that had popped up the previous night. I told Michelle that I had always wanted to be bound and controlled by a strict woman, the stricter the better. A woman that would not hesitate to pleasure herself with my pain. It had never occurred to me to even ask Michelle to even have a mild bondage encounter in the bedroom, as I knew she was my partner and lover and not my ‘Mistress of Pain.’

Michelle had been nodding her head as I made my confession and added that she too had the exact same feelings of a want and need to be controlled by a strict female. She even added emphasis to this as to make her point, “a rough dominant,” she said in a high squeaky voice.

We held each other tight after making these revelations to each other and then as we separated, I asked her, “Now what are we going to do to resolve this?” It took almost the whole afternoon to map out our strategy based on our needs and availability or rather proximity of a ‘Mistress’ that we sought. The Internet provided all the information we needed and after a thorough review of all services we narrowed the decision down to one professional dominatrix in the Toronto area. Money would not be a factor as we both were well off from unfortunate inheritances that had been left unused to date. Time was not a factor, as I owned several businesses and Michelle only worked on a part time basis. We decided early in the process that we would enter into this as a couple rather than seeking someone to serve on an individual basis. We would only do this together and we must be together at all times. I’m not certain if that made us more secure in our actions but I’m sure it did at first. The main reason was that we were a couple in love and would be forever. The dominatrix that we found, Mistress Alexis, offered that type of specific service but warned that she was only interested in extremely sadistic slaves.

That was the woman we sought.

The decision as to whether we could ‘utilize’ her services did not rest with us even though the confidential financial arrangements did. First, we each had to apply for her services by completing a ‘sexual resume’ that listed our past experience, our wants and needs, and agreement that we offered ourselves to her totally, completely, with only the exceptions being that we showed as limits. Both Michelle and I agreed to submit similar limits to ensure that we remained a couple.  These were then e-mailed to a WR&C Enterprises as instructed on the web page.

The next day, each of us received e-mail back from WR&C stating that our applications were being considered BUT would be rejected unless 2 changes were made to our limits. The first was minor and would mean that we could be apart but it would only be during a session or for preparations for it. That was agreeable to both of us.

Our limits had included the usual ones…no scat and actually no toilet sex of any kind, no blood, no permanent marks, no piercings, no teens or children, complete and total confidentiality and privacy was required, and no intercourse nor any act of sexual pleasure with any one other than Mistress Alexis.

The 2nd change that was put into question was this limit of intercourse or sexual act with a 3rd party. Sexual acts were a requirement on our part. We were told that in later sessions, either females or males or both, of any number, would participate in the session with the same or opposite sex and as a submissive or possibly as a dominant. This matter was not up for negotiation and we were told that if we did not agree that we could look elsewhere. Agreement on this point took some time, as Michelle had to convince me that it was completely acceptable to her and that I may like it as well. The thing she stressed was not to accept the pleasure but rather the pain that the pleasure gave. We both felt as strongly then as we do now that nothing could ever come between our love for each other. God I was lucky to have found this woman. A reply was made agreeing to both changes to our limits.

A few days later, we were sent an email telling us of the time, date, and location of our first meeting as slaves with Mistress Alexis. And that was how we found ourselves nervously waiting together for the elevator to reach the 7th floor…

Finally, the door opened and with a collective breath we stepped out looking around and finally stepping up to a directory on the wall right across from us that indicated our destination was left at the end of the hall. We arrived at the door for WR&C Enterprises and below the name was a small sign telling visitors to ring the buzzer for service, which we did.

“Yes, please state your business!” was the reply to that action.

“It is William and Michelle. We were to be here for an 11a.m. meeting,” I replied back.

“It is 11:20. You are late. I’ll buzz you in.” replied the same female voice.

I opened the door and let Michelle in as she grimaced to me probably about being a few minutes late and then I followed in behind her. We had walked into what must be the lobby but there was no chairs only a desk in front manned by a very attractive woman…long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. A sign on the desk had the name Victoria on it and nothing else. The desk had no modesty panel and I could see that she only wore a black leather bra and matching thong and had black knee high leather boots as well and the heels looked like they were 6” spikes. The entire wall behind her was one big mirror.

“We’re here to see Mistress Alexis.” Michelle stated to the woman.

“Stand in front of me now! Both of you! You are slaves and are not to speak unless you have permission to do so!” she barked out at us.

We both stammered out a “Sorry Mistress” as we rushed to please, standing in front of her desk and looking down at her.

“You stupid sluts! I am not your Mistress. You may refer to me as Miss Victoria. Understood?”

“Yes Miss Victoria,” we both rush out a reply at the same time.

“You are 20 minutes late and Mistress is not pleased.” She then handed each of us a sheet of typewritten paper. “Read this and if you agree, please sign and date it at the bottom. Failure or reluctance to sign will require that you leave the premises.”

“Sorry about the time but we couldn’t find a parking space,” I told her.

“I did not give you permission to speak boy! Mistress will be told of this and she doesn’t want to hear your excuses. You were given a time and you are expected to be here exactly on time.”

Both Michelle and I took the sheet and read it over. It was a simple Slave Contract whereby we agreed to offer our bodies and minds to WR&C up to our limits for the date or dates specified. The contract had no legal value whatsoever but it did have a mental value and made one think of the consequences of their actions. When we had both finished reading it, we looked at each other, smiled, shrugged our shoulders, signed the document and returned it to Victoria.

She looked at each document carefully and then reaching under the desk, brought out 2 sports bags and gave one to each of us. “Strip and put your clothes in the bag. Now!” she commanded.

I looked around for a change room but could see no other door to this area other than the one we had just entered through. “What here?” I questioned.

“Yes, here! If I wanted you to go elsewhere I would have said so. Now obey and be quick about it.”

As quickly as we could, we removed all our clothing and shoes, put them in the bag, zipped the bag closed and stood there as naked as all get out. I glanced over at Michelle and saw her standing proud with her 34D breasts pointed straight ahead and her nipples erect from the excitement as it was starting to heat up in the room. Once I had gazed for a few seconds at my wife, my cock also started to harden and I could see my face in the mirror becoming flushed a bright red. Victoria was looking at me with a devious smile on her face.

Victoria then looked at both of us and remarked, “Excellent! Put your bags behind you and get on your knees! Knees apart! Hands on your thighs with palms up! Look straight ahead into the mirror!”

We both obeyed and look straight ahead as ordered by Victoria.

“There, now you are good little slaves,” she stated softly as she started to process some paperwork on her desk, ignoring us it completely, I thought. “Oh, and slaves, remember this ‘RED’ is your safe word. Do not forget it. Is that understood?”

We both stammered a ‘yes’ to Victoria.

It seemed like we were in that position for hours but it was only 3 or 4 minutes and that was when it became extremely uncomfortable for me so I tried to adjust myself slightly and rest back on the heels of my feet. I caught Michelle’s eye and we both make a facial expression that said ‘what is going on?’ Then immediately, a buzzer went off on the desk and Victoria answered the phone.

“Yes Ma’am…yes they were…something about parking…yes, speaking without permission…yes, william appears to be…Very hard? Yes, Ma’am, I’ll begin at once,” Victoria said and then put the phone down and opened a drawer.

“Well slaves, it seems that you have not made a very good impression with Mistress Alexis by being late and disrespectful, especially you william. As a result, this first session may be taken to a higher level of pain which normally would not be done until about session 3.”

My heart started to race in anticipation of the pain and pleasure that I had always thought about and as I looked up into the mirror, I saw Michelle’s face light up with a large grin and as she looked at me, she bit her lower lip. This was exactly what we had both hoped for.

Victoria then opened a desk drawer and took out 2 coils of a heavy, white cord and stood up. “Slave william! Put your hands out in front of you with hands and wrists together.”

Immediately, I did as she commanded and watch as she approached with a serious look on her face. ‘Fuck, she’s an Amazon,’ I thought as the beauty stood in front of me and I strained my neck to look up at her. Slap…her hand found my right cheek and forced a groan from me.

“I told you to look straight ahead asshole!” She put one coil aside and doubled the remaining in half and then taking the middle section of the rope, wrapped one turn around my wrists and then tied it off very tight so that the knot was on the side furthest from my face. She had left about 8 inches of this closed or looped end just hanging there which led me to an incorrect assumption that she was not much of a bondage rigger. With the remaining rope, she drew another loop around my wrists and then one between them, which she secured roughly to that looped end.

She then picked up the remaining cord and started off to my wife. “Slave michelle! Put your hands out in front of you with hands and wrists together. Now!”

I watched my wife obey immediately and watched the pleasure on her face as her wrists were bound in the same way as mine.

“On your feet slaves! It is time to meet your Mistress,” she commanded and both obeyed at once. She went to the mirrored wall and opened a section that was actually a door and looked back at us. “Follow me slaves, lets get going. Now!”

As I jumped out to get to the door as quickly as possible, Victoria closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face with her right hand. “You are a male slave which is the lowest position of all submissives! You will follow slave michelle at all times. Do you understand me slave?”

“Yes Miss Victoria, I understand.”

When Michelle then walked by me, I saw that look of pride on her face and then I noticed how beautiful she looked as a slave. We were taken into one of Mistress Alexis’ training rooms, which was decorated in black and red. The walls were dark red as was the carpet on the floor and all furnishings of which most appeared to be equipment, was in black. Victoria took us by the arm and led us in front of a grand chair about 4 feet away from it.

“On your knees slaves! Lean forward as far as you can. If you are able, put your forehead on the carpet or on the top of your wrists. Now hold that position and do not let your eyes wander. That means you william!” Victoria then marched off and we could hear her go out a door and close it. All was very quiet.

“Are you OK Will?” Michelle said quietly to me.

“Shh Love. I’m great but stay quiet. Are you OK?”

“Mmm I feel fantastic.” Michelle whispered.

The door suddenly flew open and two sets of boots were heard marching towards us.

“No one said you could talk slaves! I am Mistress Alexis and I own you both as of right now. Keep your heads down! You will now confirm your position and owner but I’ll give you one last chance to free yourself and leave but this is your last chance. Now the reason that I am doing this is that I’ve been watching you since you arrive and I am in need and have decided to make both of you my pain-sluts and let me warn you that you will be put in pain at every opportunity. As such however, there will be no monetary fee required from here on out, only your bodies. Now, let’s start with you slave michelle in a clear loud voice, you will tell me what you are, you will tell me who your owner is or you will stand and asked to be released at once.”

In a loud and confident voice, I heard my wife say, “I am slave michelle and I am a pain-slut. I am owned by and will proudly serve Mistress Alexis.”

“Now slave william, knowing your position, in a clear loud voice, you will tell me what you are, you will tell me who your owner is or you will stand and asked to be released at once.”

In a not so loud and feeble voice, I heard myself utter, “I am a lowly male slave, slave william and I am a pain-slut. I am owned by and will proudly serve Mistress Alexis.”

“Excellent, you are now mine and both of you will be trained to be my pain sluts,” Alexis said and then, “Victoria, string them up with special consideration for william. He has been a bad boy and must be taught to respect me in every way. I’ll be right back as I still haven’t found staff for this evening.”

“Yes Ma’am,” came the reply and off Alexis went to another room.

As I knelt in front of Mistress’s chair with my head down, I heard Victoria’s boots stomp off and then there was some clicking and whirring of motors. Slowly I moved my head to the left to see how Michelle was and what she was doing. She also was bent over but appeared not daring enough to look at her surroundings or me.

Suddenly the toe from one of Victoria’s boots was driven into my right rib cage and I yelled out in pain. “Damn it, you fucking bitch,” I said without thinking.

“You’re only making it harder on yourself boy,” Victoria said calmly, “Why not obey like slave michelle? But you will find out shortly boy. Now get that fucking head down and straight ahead.”

Victoria then went to my wife and ordered her to her feet to be led a short distance away. Then I heard a snap and the whirring of a motor and suddenly a gasp from Michelle. Then it was my turn as Victoria came to me and as she grabbed me by my hair, ordered me to my feet with a hefty jerk. When I stood I saw michelle with her arms stretched above her head, standing as best she could on tiptoe. Then the loop that Victoria had left when binding our arms made sense as it was put over a snap hook as if it was designed specifically for the situation. I was led about 5 feet past my wife and the loop at my wrists was put over a waiting suspended snap hook and then my arms were raised up but not to the same extreme as michelle which was odd I thought.

‘Spread your legs apart boy” she commanded and I obeyed. “Further apart than that!”

I tried to obey but that was as far apart as I could comfortably spread them.

“Very well, if you want to be difficult william then I’ll have to take care of it for you.”

I look at my wife who was watching this show with interest but she only smiled and licked her lips…to tease me I’m certain…and it worked as my cock started to grow. As it did, michelle’s smile increased.

Victoria had gone off as I watched my beautiful wife hanging in bondage and the next I knew of her presence was as she was buckling my right ankle into a cuff. I looked down quickly and noticed that the cuff was attached to a spreader bar that had another cuff at the other end, which was quickly attached to my left ankle. That’s not too bad I thought. I could take this as it kept my legs split as far as I had them anyway.

‘Now, let’s get those legs apart shall we boy?” she said as she bent down and twisted a dial that started to increase the length of the bar until it got to the point where it started to hurt so badly that I thought I would split apart.

“Stop it you fucking bitch. Stop it now. Fuck that hurts.”

“Did I give you permission to speak william?” she said as she cranked the dial another few notches and watched, as I shook my head NO.

By this time I was on tiptoe and spread out in pain while my wife hung there on tiptoe as well.

My position was not yet complete as the Amazon tied one end of a strand of rawhide around the base of my cock and balls with the other being tied to the middle of the bar spreading my ankles apart. She chuckled as she pulled this as tight as possible when she knew that I was in some discomfort.

“There, that should hold both you sluts for the time being. Now we will wait for our Mistress to return.”

We both watched as Victoria marched out of the room through the same door that Alexis had used and once it was closed behind her, michelle spun to look at me. “Oh, Bill, you look fantastic. God I wish I was in your position. How do you feel?” she asked. Then suddenly the door opened and we both spun to look at the 2 beautiful women that approached. This was the first time that we were able to get a good look at our Mistress and that first glimpse took my breath away. She was about the same size as Victoria and wore a black leather corset, with matching G-string, but unlike Victoria, she had much larger breasts that appeared to be trying to escape the confines of the corset. God, they were enormous and had to have been twice the size of Victoria’s. A black leather gauntlet covered her left forearm and it was covered in nasty looking 1-inch spikes. At her neck was a matching collar, which had spikes as well, and these seemed even larger than those on the gauntlet. Black fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots with what must have been spikes even higher than Victoria’s, completed the outfit of this amazing beauty. Her hair was black, shoulder length and had bangs that covered most but not all of her forehead. She also wore a very serious look on her face. The sight of her caused me to have an uncontrollable erection and I’m certain that michelle had to be excreting love juices like never before. I saw Alexis look at my excitement and smiling, let out a moan.

“I thought you people were told to keep quiet?” she said as she nodded to Victoria standing to my wife’s side. That was when I noticed that Victoria also carried a barber’s strop, which she brought back, and down across michelle’s ass causing my wife to let out a scream as she ached her back in acceptance of her punishment.

“First, we will commence with the punishment that both of you have earned for your behaviour here at WR & C which stands for ‘Whips, ropes and chains’ all of which will now be part of your lives with us. Victoria, spread the bitch’s legs apart as well seeing as how she wished it and then redden their cheeks.”

Victoria immediately spread michelle’s legs apart as mine were and then the strop was used on both our ass cheeks until they seemed to be on fire. This was brought about by that Amazon, Victoria, putting all she had into the blows and it only took about 3 lashes for each of us.

Mistress Alexis then slowly walked around both my wife and I smacking a red, braided leather, punishment whip against her boot until she stood behind me and brought it down hard across my ass.

“You fucking bitch!” I yelled out in surprise.

She then slowly ran the whip over my erect cock. “You’ll pay for that boy. You must learn to respect your owner.”

“I’m sorry Mistress. It caught by surprise.”

“Victoria, it’s time to punish slave william for the outbursts of his tongue and for being late. Get the pussy whip!” Alexis commanded.

‘Pussy whip? Why is she going to punish me with that?’ I thought.

“Give slave michelle 10 lashes with it on her cunt!” Alexis said as I noticed a smile come across my wife’s face and her tongue licked her lips.

“No! no!…It was my fault.” I screamed out at Victoria as the first lash fell on my struggling and moaning wife.

“Listen to me both of you,” Alexis said in a stern voice. “It is slave michelle’s responsibility to get here on time. You slave william are nothing more than a lowly piece of meat, the lowest form of life. You are to obey slave michelle’s commands at all times. Do you understand slaves?”

We both nodded and muttered yes in response.

As my wife was receiving the last of her punishment and moaning at every lash, Mistress Alexis grabbed me by my cock and squeezing it hard, looked me in the eye and said, “ I like a boy with attitude. Don’t change that william as it gives me greater pleasure to punish a slave that disrespects me or my guests.”

“Fuck you!” I whispered to her and we both smiled at each other.

“Now I have a proposition for you people,” Alexis said, “ and I want you to remain quiet while I make it. I normally do not do this but I am in need and you 2 seem special. I’m having a party tonight and require a couple of slaves to serve my guests. No intercourse or hard punishment would be part of tonight’s duties as you have yet to be trained but normally all sex and punishment is allowed, as you will find out in the future. This is short notice and I will not be offended if you are unable to serve. Slaves! Are you interested in attending my party this evening?”

Both michelle and I looked into each other’s smiling eyes and nodded vigorously to indicate our acceptance.

“This time and this time only, your identities will be masked to make you more comfortable in the scene. Just remember, that there will be punishment albeit mild, there will be groping but there will be no intercourse or oral sex and it will be your introduction to mild electricity if you have not experienced it before. Do you agree sluts? And this time I want to hear your acceptance.”

“It would be an honour to be your slave at your party this evening Mistress,” my wife spoke out and I quickly mimicked her reply.

“Excellent slaves. I am very pleased! Victoria will explain everything to you when she picks you up this evening.”

And with that, we knew that we had become Mistress Alexis’ pain sluts.