A Couple of Similar Likes

A Couple of Similar Likes

Chapter 02 – Prepared for the Party

On the ride home, both of us could not stop babbling about our good fortune in finding our Domme so soon. We knew we had done the right thing and we were excited about the party that evening. Victoria had sat us down before we left and had given us orders on the preparations that both Michelle and I were responsible for. We went over these again and again in the car and by the time we got to our house, we were both so excited that I’m surprised that we kept our clothes on before entering our house. As soon as we were in and locked the door, we ran to the bedroom... stripping as we went…and there I entered my wife’s warm, wet cunt even before we had made it to the sheets. That was the best fuck that we had ever and as we held onto each other tight and tried to tear out each other’s tongues by sucking on them, we realized that we would be lovers, partners and mates for life.

Then suddenly, the phone rang.

I jumped up breaking the bond of sweat between us and grabbed my cell. “Hi, this is William,” I said.

“You have two hours to prepare so you had better stop fucking around. NOW!” the voice of Victoria commanded.

“But how did you kn...”

“Shut up slave! I’m not fucking stupid. Now the two of you had better prepare for tonight and you had better be ready when I arrive.”

“Yes Mistress, er, Ma’am,” I replied and heard a chuckle and then a click, as the connection was broken.

I put the phone down and looked down at Michelle who had both her arms raised to accept me into her again and I felt so bad when I had to tell her about the call. “That was Victoria and she ordered us to start getting ready. She knew we were making love! That’s scary,” I said as I took hold of her right hand and pulled her up from the bed. We had been ordered to clean ourselves inside and out and were instructed to give each other a minor enema, which was the first thing that we did. Then we were to remove all hair from out bodies, which took longer for me as Michelle had only to remove her small landing strip that highlighted her cunt, and the hair around her asshole, which I helped with. For myself, I had to shave my arms legs and chest and then went to work on my genital area removing all hair and shaving around my cock and balls.

Michelle looked down at me and said, “God your cock looks enormous Bill. We should have down this before. Mmm… I’d love to suck you off right now.”

I just laughed and knelt, leaned over with legs wide apart as she finished off my ass cheeks and removed the hair from around my hole. Then we took turns showering until we were squeaky-clean, dried our hair and brushed our teeth. Michelle powdered off and we both added perfume/cologne to our necks, breasts and around our genital areas. She was using Chanel No. 5 and I had Grey Flannel. I bet we smelled like residents of a whorehouse I thought to myself.

“Holy crap! Look at the time Will,” she yelled out. There was about a minute to spare as we rushed to the front door, unlocked it, and moving 5 feet back, we knelt with open palms on our thighs and knees spread wide apart. We looked at each other, smiled and put our heads down. I was thinking about how beautiful and sexually exciting Michelle was when I heard the door open.

The door opened and then was slammed shut. A sports bag was dropped between Michelle and I, as well as a black leather coat, and then Victoria said, “ Ah, what a perfect little slave couple we have here. You are going to be a great addition to tonight’s party.” 

Victoria then stood beside my wife and ordered her to her feet. “Mmm, you smell divine slave,” she said as she moved her body closer to Michelle’s.

When I heard Michelle moan, I automatically glanced up and saw that Victoria had her right hand on my wife’s cunt and then watched as she started to finger fuck her. My cock started to grow and harden. I looked up further and saw Victoria nibbling on Michelle’s neck and then Victoria caught me looking at her. My cock hardened further when I saw what she wore. As I had started from the floor, I noticed that she was all in black leather. Knee high boots, fishnet hose, a small pair of panties and a bustier that must have been as tight as hell.

“What the fuck are you looking at boy?” she yelled and then removed her finger from that hot and wet bit of heaven, grabbed the hair at the top of my head with her left hand forcing my head up and slapped me hard across the face with her right hand as I let out a series of groans. “Get that head down scum and keep it down. I’ll let you know when you can enjoy yourself. And control that fucking cock of yours.”

Victoria went back at it with Michelle and I knew from the sounds of passion that they were kissing and sucking each other and from the sloshing sound, I also knew that my wife was being finger fucked again.  It seemed like forever until an orgasm was reached and Michelle let out a low long moan before she returned to a kneeling position and tried to catch her breath.

My head was pulled back again and I found myself starring into Victoria’s eyes. “Clean off my fingers boy. Suck them clean now and be quick about it!”

Now Michelle and I had oral sex on a regular basis and my tongue had penetrated the depths for her pleasure but I had never sucked off a finger and I was hesitant to do it with Victoria. That made no sense I realise now and I guess it was just a surprise at that time. Before I had a chance to think about it then, my hair was pulled back hard and as I opened my mouth to let out a scream, her middle and first finger entered my mouth. “Now suck them clean!” she commanded and I obeyed tasting the sweet nectar of the woman I love. As I worked my mouth and tongue, Michelle was ordered to freshen herself up and to be quick about it. When she returned, we were put into costume.

First came the boots or rather sandals. We were told that all slaves wore similar sandals, which were made from black leather and had a series of straps and buckles that ran from behind the toe to the top of the calf just below the knee. I was ordered to buckle them on as tight as possible and to also help Michelle with hers, as she seemed hesitant to make the straps too tight. I was glad to see that the soles were rubber so that we would not have to be concerned about slipping and that there were no heels. Once complete, we were ordered to our feet.

“Have you slaves had experience with a TENS Unit before?” Victoria asked and we both shook are heads to indicate that we hadn’t. “Well then, this will be your introduction. What it is basically is a small electric charge to stimulate muscles for pleasure and pain and in your case tonight, it will be used for both. Let me show you! Get over here prick so that I can show slave michelle!” she commanded and pulled me forward by grabbing onto my cock until I stood about 4 feet in front of my wife. She reached into the sports bag and brought out a small black box that looked like a large padlock. Then she took hold of my cock and balls, pulled them out hard as I tried to maintain my balance and locked it around the base of my privates and closing it shut until the tightness actually caused pain.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned which caused a mean glare from Victoria and as I noticed my wife it caused her to bite her lower lip.

“Hands behind your back, pig! Now! This is what happens when the unit is activated,” she stated and then proceeded to retrieve a remote unit from the bag and then she pressed a button.

An unexpected jolt of electricity ran through my body and as I moaned loudly, I almost fell to my knees but was able to recover. “What I should do boy and what I would normally do is give you a few more of those to teach you a few manners but we do not have the time. Slave michelle, a small dildo will be inserted into your cunt so that you receive somewhat the same feelings as slave william just did. Both of you will also have a small butt plug which will give off a very small tingling charge of electricity as well as vibration that will last 60 seconds. That will be the pleasure I was talking about. All of the insert will be held in place by your body harness that I will now help you with. Put your hands behind your heads and spread your legs. Now!”

As we obeyed, she pulled a black leather body harness out of the bag and came over to me and put one section over my head and immediately started to buckle it on and arrange it correctly. I was amazed at how heavy it was and how she had given no indication as to the weight of the bag when she had entered our home.

“Bend over and spread your cheeks slave so that I can put your plug in.”

I obeyed and with both hands, spread my ass cheeks wide apart. ‘Was Michelle watching this?’ I wondered as I looked over at Victoria who was putting lubricant on what appeared to be a stainless ball with a stem and larger section at the end from which hung several wires. She brought it over to me and I noticed that the wires ran from the rear stem, which by the way contained a red jewel and were joined to a connector at the ends. Then she went behind me and after some twisting and pushing, the ball portion of the plug popped in leaving the wires between my legs and the end with the jewel even with the entrance of my hole.  The wires were run between my legs and roughly attached to my cock with a small elastic band. A modesty pouch of black nylon mesh was built into the harness and covered my cock, balls and the device and had a strap from the rear of it that ran between my cheeks to be attached at my back and rear of the harness. When all the straps were buckled as tight as possible, I looked down at my body and saw that there were straps both just above and just below my breasts and at my stomach as well and then came the pouch holding all my goodies. Next, a very thick leather collar, about 2 inches in height, was placed around my neck and buckled on in what seemed to be a very rough manner and I gagged trying to customize myself to it. This only brought a laugh from Victoria and it was then that I finally realized that she must be a true lesbian and that she hated men. Glancing into a mirror, I saw that there was a ring at the front of it and at each side as well as the back. The collar was then locked in place by what must have been a heavy padlock as I could feel the pull of it.

Cuffs were then placed on my wrists and I was amazed that they were not mated ones. The one on my right wrist was just a normal leather cuff that she buckled on and locked in place with a heavy padlock. Then on my left wrist, she buckled and padlocked a leather cuff and it had mean and sharp looking 1 inch spikes all around it and they proved to be as deadly as I thought as my hand brushed up against my left leg when she finished. I looked down at 2 scratch marks that it left on my leg.

“Oh, did I fail to mention that you must be careful of those spikes slave? Too bad prick! Now, do you have free weights slave william?”

“Yes Ma’am, they are in the basement.”

“Go get 2 twenty pound barbells while I start to prepare your slave michelle!”

I moved off quickly feeling all the additions to my body, both inside and out, and taking care to keep my left wrist away from the rest of me.  Going down the steps was an experience as I found it to be a pain in the ass, literally, but by slowing my movements down, it was much better. I went to the room where the weights were kept and as I was bent over retrieving 2 barbells, the charge from the device I wore suddenly shot a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Aghh, fuck!” I moaned and swore and then was hit by another that brought me to my knees. ‘Damn it,’ I thought, ‘that fucking bitch has it in for me.’ I got up and returned to the living room where I noticed that Victoria was just in the process of buckling Michelle into her harness.

“That first was just a test slave,” Victoria said, “and that second one was for swearing. Slaves, especially scum like yourself must learn to keep your mouths shut. Do you understand me boy?”

“Yes Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am,” I replied.

“Now turn around and face the door and start doing bicep curls with the weights as fast as you can and do not stop until I tell you. I want you all toned up for tonight’s guests. Begin!”

I knew I was in trouble after I did a few curls, as I had not worked out for some time and it was not long before I found myself almost out of breath, struggling to complete each rep.

‘Smack,’ I was hit with what I found out to be the collar that was about to be placed around my wife’s neck and it was a heavy blow across the back of my head that put me into some pain and brought a tear to my eye.

“You told us you were in shape slave so you had better keep at it as we do not like liars. Now turn around and face your beautiful wife and show her what a fucking wimp you are.”

I turned and saw my wife dressed exactly as I was and she truly did look beautiful. So beautiful in fact that I started to get aroused and I guess the pouch I wore started to grow. This caused Michelle to break out into a high squealed chuckle and when I looked at Victoria she only had a look of disgust on her face. ‘God I hope you don’t give me another jolt,’ I thought as I tried to get myself under control. It was then that I saw that Michelle had wrist cuffs like mine but the spiked one was on her right wrist, which I thought, was strange.

“Alright slaves,” Victoria barked, “ it looks as if we are ready to go but I just want to go over a few things with you about tonight so listen closely. Both of you will be wearing a hood that will allow you to see but it will contain a bit gag to keep you from having any type of discussion. It will be extremely tight but as you are not experienced yet, it is not that large. In the future this may change to large ball gags or penis gags or inflatable gags so you have lots to look forward to. You will be serving drinks to the guests but you will not be partaking in any of tonight’s activities. Remember your manners. You will be watched closely and any mistakes will be noticed, any unfavourable comments by our guests will be recorded and you will be disciplined accordingly at your next session. All guests and all slaves must have their identities kept secret. You may recognize some of the people there tonight but do not give any indication that you know them. Do you understand all that slaves?”

“Yes Ma’am!” we both replied as quickly as we could.

“Very good. Now I will be driving you to our Mistress’s home but we can’t have her or your neighbours see you dressed the way you are now.” She then reached into that magical sports bag once more and took out neatly folded pairs of black latex pants and a shirt for each of us, which we quickly slipped on.

It was about a 20-minute drive to Mistress Alexis’ home and both Michelle and I sat in the back seat holding hands, which we would squeeze together from time to time. As we pulled into the drive of her home, actually it was more of an estate, we noticed cars and leather clad people at the front door but we didn’t stop there but rather we were taken around to the rear of the main building.

When the car came to a stop, Victoria told us to get out quickly as it appeared that guests had arrived early. I helped Michelle out and hand in hand we went through the door into an enormous kitchen area that was not open to any other room. A maid dressed in a skimpy costume signalled us to a specific area and had us stand so that Michelle was on my right side. Then we were told to remove our ‘travel clothing’ which we immediately assumed were the pants and shirts and quickly did so. Noticing our embarrassment she only chuckled and told us that she had seen it all and not to think of our dress. This maid then went behind us and took my right arm and placed my hand on Michelle’s ass telling me not to move it. Then she did the same with Michelle’s left arm and placed her hand on my ass telling her to keep it there as well.

Victoria then came over to us. “I’ll take it from here Betty. You may return to your duties,” she said as she placed a handful of items on the counter beside us.

“You two will be inseparable tonight,” she said as she took a short chain from the counter and snapped one end to a side ring on each of our collars. “Stand up straight slaves…Do not slouch!” She then took 3 plastic cuffs and locked them around my right leg and Michelle’s left leg at the ankles, just below the knees and just above our knees. She also did the same, locking a cuff from the harness belt at our waist. Michelle and I looked at each other and smiled knowing that we would have to work as a team for the rest of the night.

“Walk around the room slowly and get a feel for what you must do this evening.”

We started out stumbling but soon we were able to master this three-legged situation and we walked steadily around the kitchen island, smiling and giggling as we grabbed each other’s ass.

“Come here slaves,” Victoria commanded, “Stand her while we attach the serving tray to the front of you. Betty, come here for a minute and help me attach this tray!”

We both watched in wonder as Victoria took a large black plastic tray from the counter top. It was arched in shape at the front end away from our bodies and also had arched indentations that our bodies fit into at the level of our stomachs. A ridge ran around the whole of the tray which was meant to prevent items from falling off and 2 chains were attached to the front of it which Betty quickly attached the other ends to the rings at the front of our collars. As she leaned over to attach mine, she looked me in the eye and smiled and then a hand went below the tray and she started to rub my cock getting it harder and harder.

“Betty! Stop that and help me get this thing attached. I’ll let you play with them for a few minutes after the party.”

Michelle and I looked at each other in wonder as to what that meant and then we felt straps from the tray buckled tightly behind our back, securing the tray to us so that it would not tilt unless we caused it to.

“Ok, slaves. Walk around the island again!” Victoria said as she placed 2 highball glasses filled with water on the tray. One in front of each of us. “And do not spill a drop or it will be on your record for your next session.”

We started out again and after a few steps, Michelle again stumbled slightly causing me to overreact with the result of tipping over the glass in front of me. When we returned to our starting point, Betty was there to wipe up the spilled drink and Victoria just looked on shaking her head.

“Well william,” she said, “you’ve just earned a couple of additional punishment lashes at your next session. Take it a bit slower and both of you think of what you are doing. Let’s finish your outfits and get on with it but first, just a warning that if you touch anyone Master, Mistress or slave with your spiked cuff; you will be punished on the spot. Betty! Get the strap!” We both watched as the maid took a thick leather strap out from a drawer and as she was bringing it to Victoria, she started to lick it and smiled a wicked smile at Michelle and I.

“Thank you Betty,” Victoria said taking the strap and putting it on the tray for us to look at. “If anyone is touched by your spikes and complains about it, they are entitled to take this strap and give one or both of you 2 hard slaps on your ass.” She then proceeded to hang the strap from a hook at the front of the tray. “You must watch out for the other slaves as they are the worst and will deliberately try and walk into the spikes, so beware.”

She then took a length of a thin chain, which she locked one end to the cuff on my right arm that was at my back and had been resting on my wife’s ass. Then she moved my arm so that it was behind my back and up a bit. The length of chain was fed through the collar ring at the rear of the collar.

“A 2 pound base please Betty,” she said as I watched the maid take a round flat metal object with a centre pole and bring it to us. “Lock it to the chain. Thanks Betty.” My arm was released and I felt the light weight keeping my right arm pulled up. I could feel the chain run over my ass and later saw that it ended just below my ass cheeks  “Add a pound to that please Betty.”

When the additional weight was added, there was added pressure pulling my arm up behind me. I then watched as best I could as Victoria did the similar thing to my wife’s left arm but the weights added to Michelle’s was exactly half.

“Another bit of info slaves. Throughout the reception area, there are weights that have been set out to be added to what you already carry. Males carry a maximum of 10 pounds and females 5 pounds. The guests must find the weights as they are not set out in the open and the maximums may not be exceeded. All persons may add weights and they do not need a reason to add them and beware again of the party slaves, as they will be searching for the weights even now. Is that understood slaves?”

We both looked into each others smiling eyes and nodded that we did understand.

“Good! Now it’s time to wire you up.”

Betty then brought a small black control box over to us and holding it up showed Michelle and I exactly what it was. A back panel was a sign in red letters on a white background that read ‘How Are We Doing…Press your choice to let us know.’ On top of the control box were 2 buttons…a red one with ‘Poorly’ in large red letters beside it and a white button with ‘Very Good’ in extremely small grey letters. Michelle and I both glanced at each other in an exciting way as the box was placed exactly in the middle of our serving tray. Wires from the box were run down between our bodies and the tray to the wires held in place behind our pouches which were unsnapped to gain access to wires at were already there. These were joined together with the wires from the box and then any excess was hidden behind our harnesses and pouches.

“Time for a quick test!” Victoria stated as she stared at the clock, “We are almost out of time.” She then pressed the white button, which caused both Michelle and I to hum with enjoyment from the vibration. But when the red button was pressed, we both moaned in agony as lightning bolts zapped our private areas. ‘God I hope that no one else presses that button,’ I prayed to myself as Michelle coughed hoping to clear the pain away.

“Now for the gags and hoods! Betty, here, take hers and put it on tight! Fucking tight! Then lace up the hood tight as well and make sure that the nostril and eyeholes line up. They must be able to breath and to see where they are going.

I was not surprised that Victoria had saved me for herself, as I knew that she wanted to prove her superiority over me by showing me her strength and toughness. Over the next few minutes, she made her point. When she held up the gag/mask, she grabbed my forehead and pulling my head back, shoved a black latex bit into my mouth, which she buckled on as tight as possible. Then the black leather hood was roughly placed over my head, pulled back and laced on as if I was an uncomfortable boot.

“Two minutes! Shit, get the drinks Betty and load them up!” Victoria commanded once our hoods were inspected. “ I’ll have them ready at the door,” and then she grabbed my arm and pulled us to stand in front of French doors, which had frosted glass so we could not see where they led. Betty then loaded us with drinks, 6 on Michelle’s side of the tray and 6 on mine all of which were in highball glasses.

“Stand tall slaves! You are Mistress Alexis’ slaves. Be proud!”

“Ten seconds!”

I looked over at Michelle who was looking into my eyes smiling and then we pressed into each other as best we could to let each other know that our new adventure was about to get even better than we had hoped for. My cock started to harden in anticipation of what was to happen. I could feel its bulge against the mesh material that tried to contain it and knew that our Mistress and her guests would be happy with the two of us.

“Five seconds…three two one.!”

“Open the doors!”