THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                                     PART 3

 

After allowing the “guards” Blackie and Brownie several minutes to get Blondie into position in the flogging frame, Mistresses Nadine and Jeanette joined me for the short walk to the flogging torture chamber.

 

Inside, we found the lovely young fair-haired lad strapped by his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the metal frame. Blackie had attached two vicious metal nipple clamps to keep the slut’s mind on the job, and Brownie was fellating the 18-year-old to a nice, thick erection.

 

I don’t know about you, but I always insist on my slaves being erect when the torment begins. The cock may fall away into limpness after the first few caresses of the lash, or whatever, but to start with the slut must be HARD!

 

When Brownie finally pulled back from the hairless genital region of the blonde bitch – another thing I insist on with the slave sluts is a complete absence of pubic hair on their balls, shaft and pubic bone – I nodded to Nadine.

 

“Darling, since it was you who he was so disrespectful with, please start off his hour’s flogging,” I told the beautiful black bird.

 

The lovely domme selected a triple-thonged leather lash, which can impart quite a sting but will not break the flesh, and moved behind our prisoner.

 

I placed a leather easy chair off to one side so I would be perfectly positioned to watch his upper back, buttocks and the backs of his thighs receive the attentions from the whip, and which would also allow me an equally good view when Nadine switched her point of attack to a full frontal assault.

 

Mistress Jeanette took her chair and sat back on the opposite side of the naked, throbbing hard-on slave.

 

Before Nadine’s first crack of the flogger across Blondie’s upper back, I set the digital clock off and announced: “One hour of flogging torture – GO!”

 

And as the triple-thonged martinet flailed across a writhing slave’s back, I placed my thighs on the arms of the chair and pointed to my unencumbered pussy and watched as Brownie started his oral adoration of my steamy sex pit.

 

Opposite us, Mistress Jeanette had called on Blackie to perform cunnilingus on her as well.

 

The 32-year-old pain slut’s first move was to worship my anus, placing moist licks on the tightly puckered whorl. And here I’d like to make one thing perfectly clear – I do not indulge in scat. I abhor and detest it. Brown showers, or whatever they’re called, have no place in my domination.

 

Golden showers and nice fresh urine is perfectly acceptable for punishing my pain perverts, but brown stuff? Forget it!

 

Having said that, I have absolutely no objections to anal worship, in fact I insist on a slave’s mouth making it initial foray against my back passage as a fittingly demeaning place for him to start his oral worship. After that, he can move on.

 

Now where were we? Oh, yes, Nadine was now working up a nice, steady tempo of whipping across the wriggling, writhing youth’s back, buttocks and the backs of his strong, hairless thighs. Quite why the slaves bother to writhe and wriggle when in the flogging frame and under the lash, beats me. It’s not as if they’re going anywhere!

 

But as I watched Nadine in her strategically-slitted PVC bra and panties work on the teenager, Brownie’s mouth started to pay dividends at my crotch and within five or six minutes of him starting down there I was panting to a noisy, graunching, grinding climax on his sweat-stained face.

 

Moments later, Jeanette announced a similar arrival and then we both allowed our oral worshippers to stand beside our chairs, their cocks standing out stiffly thanks to the erotic charge they’d received from their minge manipulations.

 

From time to time, Jeanette and I would suck our slave’s pre-cum dripping cock helmets as Nadine worked up a fine sheen of perspiration as she flogged the boy slave.

 

As I watched the beauty of the young black woman flogging the blonde slave, I felt it was time to increase the lad’s suffering. He was, if anything, getting off too lightly at the start of his six-hour ordeal, I felt.

 

Looking at his by now limp cock, I instructed Brownie: “Get him hard again, slave, make him thick and engorged, I want to flog his cock.”

 

And if there’s one thing more useless when you’re into flogging discipline, it’s penis whipping a flaccid cock!

 

Brownie knelt, while I selected a six-inch single-thonged cock whip. Like the triple-thonged thing Nadine was inflicting on his muscular young back, it would sting, but not break flesh.

 

I regard my slaves as prized property, so I don’t break their flesh, mark their faces or make them eat only bread and water. They are well-fed, and well watered. A fit, healthy slave is a useful slave!

 

When Brownie had achieved his target and Blondie’s fully-fleshed young cock was almost pointing at his chin, I stepped beside his still writhing, young naked body.

 

Cupping his heavy ball sac in my left hand, I brought my right hand down sharply and the leather instrument dug into his thick cock flesh.

 

“Yaaaargh!” he cried, a sound which was like music to a mistress’s ears!

 

Stroking his scrotum softly, I again whipped the cock crop down on his manhood. Again he let out a cry of pain as the leather inflicted its cruel caress on his lovely shaft. Three more times I whipped his shaft and then, one final time, bringing his cock torture total to a classical six-of-the-best.

 

“Re-erect him, Brownie,” I instructed the 32-year-old as I moved away from the teenager’s swiftly limpening prick and replaced the cock whip on its little hook.

 

As Brownie knelt in front of the still-being-flogged slut, and sucked him back to full growth, I picked a punishment pouch from the equipment table and walked back to the blue-eyed bondage bitch.

 

Planting a lingering kiss on the whimpering slave’s mouth, I proceeded to drag the tight rubber neck of the pouch apart and then slipped it over his scrotum. As soon as I let go, of course, the pouch crashed down, gripping his balls in its insidious embrace.

 

The lad winced as the pouch’s hundreds of tiny little prickles attacked his tender flesh there, and he winced even more as I pulled on the twin cords at the bottom of the pouch and tied them to a D-ring set in the middle of his spreader bar, which had not been removed when his “guards” had placed him in the flogging frame.

 

Jeanette was then by my side, one hand reaching out to stroke the 18-year-old’s now-tenderized nuts. “Let me warm his front up, what do you say, Pat?” she smiled at me.

 

I grinned at the lovely blonde 32-year-old in her sexy playsuit, and laughed: “Lay it on, baby!”

 

And then I settled down in the comfort of my easy chair and summoned both Brownie and Blackie to stand on each side. As Jeanette used a single-tailed flogger on the lad’s pectorals, washboard abs, and the outer and inner front of his thighs, I stroked Brownie’s erection, while in my mouth I sucked the ebony, teak-hardness of Blackie’s pulsating penis.

 

The sight before us was marvellous – marvellous if you’re a domina, that is.

 

Blondie, naked, muscles straining, cock still semi-erect, hung in the frame, his nipples “enjoying” the clasps of the metal grips, his balls being “tweaked” by the punishment pouch, his skin being seared by, from behind him, a triple-thonged lash, and from in front by a single-tailed tormentor!

 

Suddenly, I knew I had to increase my pleasure as I watched Blondie’s pain, and I stood, grabbed Blackie by his rampant cock and snapped: “On the chair, I’m gonna sit on your licorice stick!”

 

Blackie was swiftly in place on my chair, and I placed my pussy above his thick-lipped monster and eased myself onto him, feeling a wonderfully warm, filling sensation as his mighty 10-inch muscle invaded by cunt.

 

When I was firmly impaled on his thick ebony shaft, Brownie stood by the left hand side of the chair and I took the first few inches of his cock in my mouth, then grabbed Blackie’s right hand and pulled it to my mons. Soon his fingers were parting my labia, then flickering over my clitoris. And soon, I was coming on the beautifully-muscled black slave.

 

The joy of this little tableau of sex was that as he was enduring his two torments of single and triple-tailed floggers crashing against his naked body, Blondie’s young eyes were transfixed on the scene of his two fellow slaves enjoying themselves with his aunt!

 

Having satisfied myself for the time being, I decided it was now high time I went to work on my poor, blue-eyed young relative.

 

Pulling off the thick-cocked Blackie, and patting Brownie maternally on his thick eight-incher, I moved towards the flogging frame.

 

“Take a break, girls,” I instructed Nadine and Jeanette, “let his aunt in on the act!”

 

Nadine grinned and handed me her triple-tailed flogger, but I shook my head.

 

“Time for the rubber cat,” I told her, and as Jeanette dragged Brownie over to her chair for another session of cunnilingual delight, Nadine approach the black man, whose foreskin had been dragged back down to his ring by the tightness of my cunt!

 

The thick, superbly glistening pink head was soon engulfed by Nadine’s crotch as she placed her slitted PVC panties against his groin and then moved into position so his cock was jutting onto her cunt lips then, with a sigh and a moan, she drove herself down onto the 26-year-old ex-military muscle man.

 

I, for my part, saw that Brownie was working away beaverishly at Jeanette’s crotch, but then I selected my implement for the last part of the suspended and sobbing slut’s whip fun.

 

The rubber cat o’ nine tails is a delicious implement for a slut slave. It makes a wonderfully wicked “Splatttt” sound as its nine rubber fronds wrap around naked flesh, but while the sound is terrific, the actual pain is minor. Sure, it stings, but it doesn’t break flesh, and the marks soon fade. But it’s such a shiningly evil-looking correction tool to use on a naked slave!

 

The first swing of my right arm produced that lovely “Splatting” sound on Blondie’s back, then his usual writhing in his bonds. The cat’s tails hardly marked him, but his back and buttocks were striped with the attentions of Nadine’s initial assault.

 

“Oh, please, Blondie,” I snapped, “cut out all the writhing, it just adds to your pain, it must be very awkward on your balls, all this wriggling around!”

 

Then I gave him a crack across his lovely boyish buns, and, of course, he writhed again!

 

“I know,” I said, rubbing the cat’s tails over his lovely butt, “if I get Brownie or Blackie to suck your cock, will that stop your wriggling around?”

 

The boy’s  choked voice called back to me: “Yes, Mistress Pat, I’ll try Mistress Pat.”

 

Just then, Jeanette called out “Brownie’s nearly done here, I’m close, I’m getting closer, closer, I’m cumming, cumming, cummming!” and then she exploded on the 32-year-old’s face.

 

“OK, Pat,” said my partner in punishment, “he’s all yours now!”

 

A stiff, swaying-pricked slave stood and walked towards the frame.

 

“Suck him, only he’s not to come, geddit?” I informed the veteran slave, as he nodded and knelt in front of the naked lad.

 

Then, as I whipped my cat o’nine tails across the slut’s upper back and buttocks, Brownie’s mouth went to work on the boy’s prick, gradually bringing him to a raging erection as he swung slightly in the leather straps holding him in place.

 

I also noticed that as Brownie used his oral expertise on the slut’s cock, he was also stroking the tight rubber pouch which held Blondie’s balls in its painful embrace.

 

The blonde’s back, buttocks and backs of his thighs, were now a lovely criss-cross tracery of marks from where Nadine and I had whipped him. Such a pretty sight!

 

And then, just as I was whipping about stroke number 30 onto his bare flesh, the buzzer on the digital timer went off, indicating it had counted down from 60 minutes to zero.

 

After the martinet had made its last mark on him, I walked in front of the panting pain pervert and kissed him on the lips, my tongue forcing its way into the now-erect slave’s mouth.

 

“Ah well, so much for the flogging, eh slave?” I smiled at him, as Brownie pulled off the boy slave’s throbbing hard-on.

 

“Of course time flies when you’re having fun,” I told Blondie, “but don’t worry.

 

“There’s still another five hours to go!”

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

                THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                                PART 4

 

My fellow mistresses and I waited while Brownie and Blackie took much pleasure in dragging the naked Blondie from the whipping room to the next door chamber and what we usually refer to as “Torture Chamber No 2”, which, if anything, sees more slut slave action than the whipping room and the urine room.

 

As the two engorged-cocked “guards” struggled to manhandle their prisoner next door, I looked at Mistress Nadine and asked: “He’s your slut, Nadine, where do you want him?”

 

The pretty black beauty smiled an evil smile. “Strap him to the electro frame, boys,” she instructed the 26-year-old and the 32-year-old, as they grappled with a vainly-struggling 18-year-old.

 

“I think I’d better give him some zaps before we put him onto the torture bench.”

 

The lad started to whimper “Nooooo, pleeeeease, noooo” but the “guards” dragged him out of the whipping room and slammed the door behind them on the way.

 

Jeanette was laughing to herself.

 

“What’s so funny?” I asked, as we prepared to go next door for the teenager’s two-hour torture session.

 

“It’s that lovely little blonde bitch,” smiled Jeanette. “He knows only too fuckin’ well that he’s gonna get two-hours of torture in there, he knows that pleading’s not gonna get him off the hook, yet he persists in begging for mercy. I love it!”

 

Nadine agreed with the blonde dominatrix. “But you’ve got to admit it makes it so much spicier that way,” she said. “He doesn’t just lie back and take it – he struggles, he writhes, fuck it’s so lovely! And the way his lovely little cock jerked around as they wrestled him outta here! That’s something else I love!”

 

I smiled at my lovely fellow dommes. “Well, I do pay them quite well, and as you know I’m putting money aside into a trust fund for my lovely little subby slut nephew, so perhaps he’s earning his money by putting on a good begging act!” I told them.

 

“Well,” said Jeanette, “they say that S&M is the theater of sex and if Blondie’s act is anything to go by he’s in line for an Oscar!”

 

Nadine corrected her friend and fellow pain-provider: “The only thing that young slut’s in line for right now is my zapper. Let’s go give him a charge!”

 

And we walked into Torture Chamber No 2, to find that the older slave sluts had strapped Blondie down to the electro-torture frame.

 

This consisted of a frame of several metal poles and a leather sort of saddle, or seat, upon which the prisoner could rest his buttocks. His arms were held out at right angles to his armpits, and his wrists were cuffed to the metal pole running across his shoulders. His head rested on a black rubber pillow, and a broad leather band went across the top, holding his head immobile.

 

The pole – a sort of crossbar – was supported by two vertical posts, also made of metal, and from them two more poles went from the sides of his body to meet poles set on the floor jutting from the side posts. One pole, the same length as his crossbar, connected the poles from the back of the frame.

 

His ankles were cuffed to the bottoms of the side posts, and the thing was angled so he was lying back at a 45-degree angle. As we walked into the room, Blackie was licking the slut’s heavy ball bag, while Brownie was sucking on the helmet of his cock, which was nicely erect.

 

Around his cock and balls, one of the “guards” had placed a tight-fitting leather engorgement strap, which served to highlight the veins along his lovely shaft. They stood out like blue rivers on his white-fleshed penis.

 

Nadine walked to where one of her favorite zappers – like a handle for a golf putter, lay on the equipment bench. As she approached the strapped-down-slave, Jeanette and I moved easy chairs to good vantage points, a couple of feet in front of the slave’s feet, and with the backs facing Blondie’s body.

 

Jeanette obviously had the same idea as me, for what to do while the lad was being electro-shocked!

 

I knelt on the fine leather seat, and placed my knees wide, then signalled to Blackie. “Come and do me doggy-style, slut,” I commanded, and he walked behind me, a big grin on his face.

 

Jeanette adopted the same position on her chair and called out to Brownie: “Enough sucking on that slave cock, Brownie you cunt, and get your cock behind me. I think you know where I want you to put it!”

 

As a stiff-pricked slut walked behind Jeanette, I felt Blackie’s 10-inches of monster meat pressing against my dripping cunt, then he was driving into me, filling me with his gloriously-engorged cock.

 

As he did so, Black placed one hand on my heavy, but still firm, thank heavens, titties and started to stroke me, making the nipples hard and blood-filled.

 

His other hand delved between my thighs, flicked against my labia, then teased my clitoris into action.

 

Then Nadine started on Blondie.

 

Many dominas would have gone directly for their victim’s cock or balls – not Nadine. Her first zap jolted Blondie’s left pectoral, flush on the nipple. Although he made no sound, the nude slaved jerked in his bonds, his cock waving wildly.

 

Then Nadine walked around behind him and zapped his other nipple. Another lovely, cock-swaying jerk.

 

Next, the lovely black beauty knelt and placed placed the tip of her electro-shocker between his dragged apart thighs and against his outer anal lips. I knew she would not insert the device into his rectum – it didn’t shock so well like that, something acted like a dampener on the charge. It was much more effective on the outer lips!

 

Blondie again thrust and jerked in his bonds, and this time a cry sounding something like “Yaaaargh” burst from his lips.

 

Then Nadine, looked back at us two fellow dommes enjoying our fucking, and grinned.

 

“Look at that pretty cock,” she said, teasing the slut. “It’s so nice, but when it’s leaping around it’s even nicer!”

 

And then the zapper touched his tight little foreskin lips and Nadine gave him a burst.

 

“Yaaargh!” came the teenager’s sobbed cry and his body bucked around as the hot jolt hit him.

 

The “guards” could, if they had so wished, strapped his thighs and belly down so Blondie could not shift his butt off the saddle, but they know that Jeanette, Nadine and I far prefer to see the victim’s body buck away from the leather behind them.

 

As he did, Blondie’s cock leaped around in a flicker of pain, and a glob of pre-cum fell onto his upper belly.

 

When she saw this, Nadine bent over and sucked on his cock, then, licking her lips she taunted him: “Such a tasty cock, pity I’ve got to torture it more, eh slut?”

 

But before the blue-eyed, sensual-lipped pain freak could respond, she placed the zapper onto his left testicle and dragged the implement across to his right.

 

Blondie’s body jerked away from the leather saddle and he yelped as the pain flickered through his genitals.

 

“Oh, diddums, did naughty ickle Nadine hurt slavey-wavey?” the black beauty teased the youngster, as the waves of pain coursed through his scrotal sac.

 

Then, laughing at his discomfort, she flicked the end of the torture wand across his helmet, making the cock leap and flay around like a wild thing.

 

For several more minutes, she continued with the flickering flames on his cock, balls, upper inner thighs and on his taut little nipples, then turned and looked at Jeanette and me.

 

“Who wants to take over?” she inquired, and I pushed on the back of the chair and indicated to Blackie that he could withdraw.

 

As I moved to Nadine and took the shocker from her, the lush-breasted beauty climbed onto the chair I had vacated and snapped: “Slow fuck me, Blackie, you whore slut!”

 

And as Blackie mounted the lovely dark mistress, I placed the tip of the electro-torturer on Blondie’s drooped cock shaft.

 

“Beg me for it, slut!” I hissed, and watched as he screwed his face up in an anticipatory grimace.

 

“Torture me, please, Mistress Pat, please!” the good little boy begged, and I obliged him. Why refuse such a pleasant little pleader!

 

“Aaargh” yelped the pain slut, as the electricity banged into him, and sent his boy buttocks bouncing off the leather saddle.

 

“And again,” I ordered, my voice calm but cold. “Beg me, boy!”

 

Again Blondie’s pleading for more electro-torture could be heard over the panting as two other male slaves pushed their hard cocks deep into the other two domina’s cunts.

 

“Please, aunty, please torture me again, please!” he sobbed.

 

“All right, since you ask so nicely,” I smiled at him and this time sent jolts through his bunched ball bag, tightened by the attentions of the metal engorgement ring. The target may have changed, but the reaction from the teenaged slave was exactly the same – an “Aaargh!” of agony escaping his lips.

 

I played and toyed and teased him this way for about 10 minutes, and then looked back at my partners in punishment. My mere glance was sufficient for Jeanette to push Brownie away from her pert buttocks and step from the chair to take the torture wand from me.

 

As the sweet little blonde 32-year-old resumed Jason’s torments on the electro-frame, I knelt up on the chair and soon was pushing my buttocks back against the eagerly thrusting cock as Brownie sought to pleasure me as we all watched Jason’s torture.

 

After Jeanette had worked on the bound and sweating slave for about 10 minutes of jolting torment, I glanced at the digital clock on a table to one side of the electro-frame. It read 1h 03m and just then clicked down to 1h 02m.

 

“OK, boys,” I called to Brownie and Blackie, “he’s had enough of that. Get him onto the torture bench for the next hour!”

 

The “guards” pulled their penises from two dripping, hot cunts and walked to where the blonde boy lay, sobbing quietly.

 

Almost tenderly, they removed his naked body from the electro-frame and then half-walked, half-dragged him to the torture bench, parked against one wall of Torture Chamber No 2.

 

This is a little like a hospital gurney, only it’s shaped like a letter “Y”. The slave’s legs are strapped down the leather-padded tops of the “Y”, and his torso and head go on the bottom of the letter. There’s a nice, padded rubber cushion for his head.

 

Straps at his ankles, thighs, waist and shoulders hold him helpless and you can, if you want, strap his arms and hands down to the bench too. Only, sometimes it’s nice to leave his arms free so he can cup the buttocks of whoever is standing in the stirrups at head level while they facesit the slave.

 

There are also stirrups at the slave’s midriff, so a domina can put her feet in there and sort of “Ride him, cowgirl!” as it were.

 

But there is another device, bolted into the chrome metal of the underside of the torture bench, which make it a rather devious piece of furniture.

 

Set in the middle of a bar which runs the width of the bench, is an eight-inch black rubber dildo. There’s a sort of flywheel thing, and the domme in charge of anal intrusion only has to turn it and it rises until it presses against the slave’s anus, and then if the wheel is kept on turning it “intrudes” into his rectum – well, OK, it rapes him!

 

The problem for slut boy, who actually quite likes a dildo up him, is that whoever is in charge of “dildo duty” often smears it with really – and I mean REALLY – hot chilli sauce.

 

I’m told it creates quite a burning sensation up the chutney chute, but I can’t say I’ve ever tried it!

 

When the lads had got Blondie strapped down and then wheeled the bench out in the middle of the torture chamber, I told them: “OK guys, thanks for all your help. We can take over quite well now, thank-you, so fuck off and surf the net for porn, or pull each other’s pricks. Get back here in an hour, now scat!”

 

The two older slaves both looked quite disappointed that they would not be permitted to witness Blondie’s hour on the torture bench, but they knew better than to question my command, so they fucked off.

 

After they’d left, I looked at Jeanette and Nadine and asked: “OK, who wants to facesit him, and who wants to fuck him? As you’ve probably guessed, I’m going to be on dildo duty!”

 

The ladies looked at each other, and then Nadine shrugged. “Oh well, if you insist, Pat, I’ll facesit the useless little cunt!”

 

Now, of course, the lovely little ebony tease was merely speaking for effect. My nephew may not be the best cock-in-cunt fucker ever to draw breath, but when it comes to muffing at the minge he’s one of the best. I’d have traded him in for a new model if he hadn’t!

 

So while Nadine was stepping into the stirrups and pressing her pussy onto his face, in a reverse facesit, Jeanette climbed into the stirrups at the slave’s middle and placed her fingers on his cock head to guide it into her moist cunt.

 

As the other two dommes began their humping on his face and cock, I began to turn the flywheel – Blackie or Brownie would already, I knew, have liberally smeared the beneath-bench dildo with its burning lotion!

 

I peered beneath the bench and watched with fascination as the rubber prosthetic got closer and closer to the boy’s lovely brown bum hole, then his entire body seemed to tense and stiffen as the inexorable upward drive of the pretend cock parted his anal lips, then started to push up his rectum. It’s a sight I never tire of watching!

 

Finally, the wheel could turn no further, and I started the dildo on its downward passage, and then – when it had cleared his now gaping anus – I re-coated the dildo with its hot chilli sauce and began to resume the turns which would plunge it again deep into his by-now burning rectum!

 

By the time the dildo was firmly fixed in his back passage for a second time, I looked up and saw that Jeanette and Nadine were pressing their breasts against each other, and smooching hotly as they graunched on the boy slave’s strapped-down body.

 

It didn’t take long after that for both dommes to come on slut child’s face, and then it was time for me to make hay while the sun shone on his lovely eight-inches of throbbing erection – made all the harder by the engorgement ring, of course, and the fact that the dildo was buried deep in his asshole and thus providing lovely pressure on his poor prostate!

 

Climbing from him, Jeanette helped me up into the stirrups and I sank my minge onto his cock, now circumsized with its upper flesh pulled back to his ring by the tightness of the 32-year-old’s cunt. As I did, Nadine moved to the stool by the side of the bench and continued with “dildo duty” and Jeanette moved to his head and sat on his face.

 

Again the cycle of cunt fucking, for me, facesitting, for Jeanette, and dildo driving, for Nadine, continued, until I came with a roar, bouncing on his lovely penis and pressing my titties hard against Jeanette’s and kissing her with mouth-open, tongue-swirling flicks.

 

The hour was nearly up when Jeanette moved onto his still rampant erection – the lad has such staying powers! – and I went to facesit him, while Jeanette took over on the dildo’s flywheel.

 

But, just for a change of pace, I decided to alter his progress of pain and pleasure towards the end of this third hour of torture.

 

As I was about to place my minge on his mouth, I suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate. It was an urge I communicated to the boy!

 

“Oh, darling Blondie,” I started, “I hope you don’t mind, but aunty’s got this huge desire to go pee pees. Would you mind ever so much drinking it down from aunty’s piss lips?”

 

Now, naturally this was no request, although it was couched in such terms. It was, of course, a demand. The lad could no more refuse than he could resist his cock standing at attention from his groin!

 

“No aunty,” he said, although I must admit he did not sound too fuckin’ enthusiastic, “I don’t mind at all. It would be lovely.”

 

Lying little cunt!

 

So I placed my fingers on my labia lips, parted them, and as he obediently opened his mouth, I let loose a strong spray of dark yellow urine down his throat!

 

The lad, expert as he is by now at piss drinking, swallowed down all my gusher without spilling a drop! What a good boy!

 

Then, as I lowered my pussy to his mouth and tongue for (a) cleaning and (b) adoration, I heard Jeanette from her post on dildo duty: “Fuck Pat, isn’t he going to get three hours of that kind of thing soon?”

 

I laughed. “Of course he is, silly,” I told her, as I graunched my quim on his working mouth, “but there’s nothing wrong with a little appetiser before the main course!”

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

                       THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                                   PART 5

 

The clock had just ticked down to its 00.00.00 read-out when there was a knock on the door and I called for our two other slaves to enter.

 

When they were with us, I told Brownie and Blackie: “Get a bondage belt on him, and a choker collar for the plunger!”

 

Both knew instantly how I wanted Blondie prepared for his three-hour piss session.

 

The bondage belt is a broad leather thing which is attached tightly around a slave’s waist. From its sides hang two leather straps which go down to tight rubber cuffs and when the slave’s wrists are trapped in them, he can’t do a thing to defend himself.

 

The leather choker collar has a D-ring set in the neck of the thing and from it is clipped a three-foot long metal rod, with a leather grip at the end. This is so the slave can be dunked in the urine.

 

 When the “guards” had the lad ready, I told them to take him to the Urine Room, while Jeanette, Nadine and I stripped off our erotically flimsy outfits until we were naked. Sometimes, we like to wear wet look bikinis to play in the Urine Room, but to be honest, total nudity is so much more satisfactory for being worshipped by a slave tongue.

 

We then left Torture Room 2, and entered the Urine Room. It’s quite large, airy, and well-ventilated, which is rather necessary. Standing in the middle of the tiled room is a tub, which contains urine freshly placed there each day. We like to keep it fresh!

 

The piss comes about half-way up a domina’s calves when she’s standing in the tub. Attached to the far side of the tub, as you look at it, is a basin, just a little higher than the edge of the tub. This is filled with urine too, and is placed there to make it easier for the domme – or dommes! – to dip their breasts in the liquid.

 

When we arrived, Brownie was holding the metal rod and was standing behind Blondie. In front of the 18-year-old a kneeling Blackie was fellating the lad to bring his seven-inch cock to full erection – remember my rule, the torture ALWAYS starts with the slave hard!

 

“Nadine,” I told the pretty black bird, “you’re first into the tub. Take it away!”

 

And as Nadine stepped into the room temperature tub of piss, I started the digital clock from 3.00.00. Soon it was reading 2.59.59 as it started to count down the three hours of Blondie’s torments.

 

Nadine fixed the pretty blonde lad with a stern stare. “Now, cunt face,” she announced, “you’re gonna get three hours in here, which will teach you not to try to wheedle out of a simple hour’s fun and games in the Urine Room.

 

“Brownie, the slut tried to get me to agree to have you in here instead of him, so I’m gonna let you duck the cunt for starters. Plunge him!”

 

Brownie smiled and replied “Thank-you, Mistress Nadine” and then, with a firm shove, he pushed the lad up to the tub so his knees were touching the top edge of the porcelain.

 

Then, with a strong thrust on the metal rod attached to the throat choker around the teenager’s neck, Brownie pushed the lad over until his head was ducked beneath the surface of the dark, yellow water.

 

The 32-year-old millionaire, his cock swollen and aroused by his participation in Blondie’s torture, kept the lad beneath the surface for about 15 seconds, and then let the spluttering child up.

 

“Again!” snapped Nadine, after Blondie had taken several big gulps, and once more Brownie thrust the teenager below the surface.

 

After Brownie allowed the lad to resurface, spluttering and blowing like a beached whale, Nadine squatted in front of her slave and dipped her buttocks and pussy in the water.

 

Then, rising, she presented her gleaming, glistening quim to him as Brownie pushed the lad down to his knees. “Lick my pussy clean, cunt!” Nadine shouted, and the 18-year-old began to worship her piss-stained pussy.

 

After a minute or two, Nadine turned her back on the boy, squatted once more and then rose, her pert butt shining with the dripping urine. “Now my ass, and don’t forget my anus, cunt!” she commanded, and the boy went to work again.

 

As he was licking the moisture from her anus and buttock cheeks, Nadine leant over the basin and dipped her big, firm breasts into that urine, then turned and snapped: “Now my titties, slut boy!”

 

Brownie hauled on the dunking rod to bring the boy’s mouth level with the black woman’s breasts and then he was licking and laving at her lovely globes.

 

As he continued to worship and lick urine from the naked black beauty’s breasts, Nadine called out: “Blackie, take over the dunking rod, Brownie, into the tub.”

 

After Brownie had climbed into the water, Nadine nodded to Blackie, who correctly interpreted the signal and once more submerged the blonde youngster beneath the surface.

 

As he was blubbing beneath the piss, blowing bubbles to the surface, Nadine hissed to Brownie: “Dip that cock of yours in the piss basin!”

 

Brownie moved quickly, aware that he too was going to be let in on the youth’s torments.

 

When Blackie allowed the panting, spluttering slave boy back up from the urine, the lad looked at Brownie standing in front of him, his eight-inch rod glistening with piss.

 

“This is the slave you wanted to take your place in the Urine Room for an hour, cunt,” Nadine told the slick-haired slave. “And for that, you can now suck his cock clean of piss!”

 

And as Blackie pushed the rod in his hand, the boy’s mouth came into contact with Brownie’s urgent erection and started to suck and lick. After a minute or so, Nadine, pulled the lad back.

 

“That’s enough, now beg him for more, slut!” she ordered the slave child.

 

“Please, Brownie, may I lick more piss from your cock?” came the lad’s pleadings.

 

“Fuck, that’s not very enthusiastic, is it Brownie?” asked the black domina.

 

“No very, Mistress Nadine,” said the swaying cocked millionaire pervert.

 

“Blackie, dunk him, let’s see if that improves his fuckin’ manners,” said Nadine, and with a strong thrust, Blackie once more submerged the struggling blonde boy beneath the waters.

 

When he was let up for air, the lad came out with a far more keen imploring of his much older, and more experienced, fellow slave, and Brownie then turned, immersed his manhood into the piss basin and once more presented his thick cock to the lad’s mouth.

 

But from then on, Mistress Nadine took over. She immersed her pussy, the lad licked it, then her buttocks, he licked them, and then her big breasts, which he again licked.

 

And then she repeated the dose, pussy, buttocks, breasts, pussy, buttocks, breasts until, after 40 minutes had ticked down on the clock, she stepped from the tub and allowed Mistress Jeanette to take over the boy’s punishment.

 

Jeanette wasted no time in getting her minge moist with urine, and then her buttocks and breasts. But after the initial foray, she stepped back and smiled at Brownie: “Want to play with him some more, big boy?”

 

Brownie nodded eagerly, and Jeanette grinned back at the naked millionaire. “Push him up to the basin, and follow my instructions,” she told the 32-year-old slave.

 

Brownie pushed the lad so his belly was against the edge of the tub and his head was peering down at the basin full of urine.

 

“Give me the plunger,” smiled the pretty blonde beauty, and Brownie complied.

 

“Now fuck his ass,” said the pert-breasted bitch, and as Brownie parted the lad’s ass cheeks and pressed his hard-on to the anal lips, Jeanette plunged the boy beneath the piss in the basin.

 

“Fuck!” bellowed the 32-year-old, as his cock penetrated the boy’s rectal passage, “his asshole is red hot!”

 

Jeanette laughed. “You’ll get used to it, it’s from the chilli sauce smeared on the dildo under the torture bench,” she explained, letting the lad up for air as he was being ass raped.

 

Brownie continued butt fucking the lad, as Jeanette dipped him into the urine-filled basin, and after a few minutes of that, she dragged the boy from the basin and made him kneel in front of Brownie’s smeared cock.

 

“Dip it in the basin, that’ll cool it down and then he can suck you clean,” said the blonde, and Brownie quickly complied.

 

Then Jeanette continued in much the same way as Nadine had punished the boy slut, only at the conclusion of her 40-odd minutes of domination she had a slight variation.

 

“Oh, slut boy, I hope you don’t mind, but before I get out and let your aunt take over your punishment, I’m simply busting to go pee-pee,” the grinning beauty told the teenager. “Would you mind awfully being my toilet?”

 

Naturally, there was only one response to that suggestion – well, order, in reality – and the lad had no choice but to comply.

 

Jeanette’s fingers parted the labia lips on her shaven minge, and as the boy knelt before her, mouth wide open, she let fly with a strong surge of darkish yellow piss, which the slave gulped down.

 

As one final indignity, the erect-nippled dominatrix gave her pussy one final dip in the tub’s water, and ordered the boy: “Clean up, cunt!”

 

Then it was my turn!

 

“Blackie, take over plunge rod duty,” I told the naked black man, who stepped into the tub and took over the rod from his fellow “guard”.

 

Just watching my two fellow dominators punish the slut had made me really aroused, and I started by ordering the lovely young lad to lick my juicy quim.

 

“Nice, slut?” I inquired, as he completed his first task.

 

“Lovely, Mistress Pat,” he said, and I had no reason to doubt him.

 

Then I squatted down and felt the coolness of the water strike my snatch. Rising, I commanded: ‘Try another nice taste treat then, cunt boy!”

 

And I felt the wonderful tracing of slave tongue over my pussy lips as the lad licked and laved at the urine on my sex.

 

Next I squatted and, as he worshipped my buttocks, I turned to the basin and dipped my lovely large breasts in the urine there, and turned to him. “Clean ‘em, cunt!” and he worked slavishly away at my breast mounds.

 

A few more rounds of minge, bottom then breast worship followed, and then I let Blackie have his fun with the slut.

 

Taking the rod from the 26-year-old, 10-inched-erect slave, I pushed the boy towards the basin, and as Blackie penetrated his back passage, I started to immerse the teenaged slut in the piss.

 

I played with him for at least 40 minutes, then stepped out to allow Nadine back into the attack.

 

As I did, I checked the clock. It read 01.00.00.

 

I told Blondie.

 

“Don’t worry, sweet little slut, you’ve got another hour to go,” I teased him.

 

“And just think, that’s all you would have had if you’d agreed to Nadine’s suggestion in the first place!”

 

But I don’t know whether he really heard me.

 

Nadine had him on his knees and was making him crawl around the tub, his mouth at water level. Every 10 seconds or so, she was ordering him to take a gulp of urine.

 

Funny, he didn’t seem to be enjoying it!

 

After a 30-minute session, Nadine stepped from the tub and then it was time for Jeanette and me to double-team the slut.

 

First, Jeanette made him lick her pussy, buttocks and breasts, as I “worked” him over with the plunger, and then we swapped places so he had to worship me, while Jeanette ducked him beneath the water occasionally.

 

At last the clock’s buzzer announced the three hours of water sports was over, and Jeanette and I climbed from the tub.

 

Blondie stood, dejectedly in the tub, his wrists in the rubber cuffs, the plunging pole dangling down behind him. His totally limp little prick was dangling down in front of him! He looked a picture of suffering!

 

Then Nadine took me to one side. “That was lovely,” she said, “but I think he should be made to suffer a little more!”

 

I raised an eyebrow. “And your suggestion?”

 

“Not mine,” she grinned, wickedly, “it’s Brownie’s. Wanna hear him out?”

 

I nodded and the thick-pricked 32-year-old smiled as he made his “pitch”.

 

“Mistress,” he said, “I hope you don’t think this too presumptuous of me, and I’m very grateful for the way you allowed me to take part in Blondie’s punishment session.”

 

“But?” I asked. “This is leading to a ‘but’ isn’t it?”

 

The slave smiled.

 

“Well, I was wondering that since the little bitch tried to get me to take his place in the Urine Room for an hour, well, I was wondering – could I ask for permission to have an hour solo with him in here?”

 

I could see tears start to glisten down the lad’s cheeks – it could have been urine, of course – and then he had fallen to his knees and he was blubbering away in a pitiful pleading.

 

“Please, mistress aunty, please, I was sentenced to three hours in here, not four! Oh please, please, don’t let him have me!”

 

But I wasn’t really listening. My friends and I, accompanied by Blackie, were leaving the Urine Room.

 

I needed a good shower and I was starting to feel chilly.

 

And Brownie, his erection waving in front of him, pre-cum dripping from its helmet, was already stepping into the tub and taking the grip of the plunging rod in his hand.

 

As I closed the door behind me, I could see the blonde boy’s head being submerged again ......

 

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

                    THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                              PART 6

 

The day after his six-hour torture session – well, seven if you count the hour I allowed Brownie to play with him in the Urine Room – Blondie could ordinarily have looked forward to a bit of a rest. Sadly, though, this was not the case as it was Shopping Day.

 

Shopping Day, which rolls around every Friday of each week, involves two slaves going to do the weekly shopping chore. They’re allowed to wear somewhat revealing clothes – tight-fitting T-shirts, tight-fitting shorts, which show their pouched “lunch boxes” and boat shoes. They’re allowed to call into the local Starbucks, have a coffee before driving a few more blocks to the supermarket and the shopping.

 

Since it’s a 20-minute drive to Starbucks and then more to the store, they’re usually away for about three hours. All of which means that the slave left alone in my mansion with three dommes has to endure a three-hour “triple flogging”.

 

It sounds awful, but in fact the slave can get quite a lot of pleasure from the ordeal, since I like to see the slut erect for much of the time, so there’s plenty of fellatio for the lucky bastard!

 

And this Friday – yeah, you guessed it, Brownie and Blackie were on shopping duty, which meant us three dommes would be giving Blondie a triple flogging!

 

As soon as the black boy and the white boy departed down the large driveway in front of the mansion in my new Bentley Continental GT, I signalled to Blondie: “Downstairs and into position outside the flogging chamber!”

 

The naked lad nodded, looking extremely cute with his blonde locks freshly washed and blow-dried. The marks from his tortures yesterday had all faded, and we girls had a fresh stretch of slave flesh to work on!

 

In my bedroom, I chose one of my favorite outfits for a flogging session. My breasts were pushed up a black satin, wet-look quarter-cup bra, my nipples red and erect as I had applied lipstick to them. I like it when the slave sucks me on lipsticked nipples!

 

On my hips I placed a matching black wet-look suspender belt, which held up my black seamed stockings. Black, high-heeled Christian Louboutin high heels completed my outfit.

 

Walking downstairs, I was joined by Nadine, wearing a red leather playsuit, which had cut outs for her big-nippled breasts and her shaved crotch. She wore black, knee-high boots.

 

When we arrived outside the flogging room, Jeanette was already there, looking down at the erect-pricked slave kneeling on the floor outside the door. His knees were wide and his hands were behind him, grasping his ankles. This forced his well-built young body back and displayed his finely-muscled pectorals, abs, thighs and – naturally – his seven-inch cock!

 

Jeanette was wearing one of those tiny, wet-look looking things that the West Coast manufacturer calls a “bikini”. In fact, it’s just three tiny strips of gleaming fabric which is so brief the sides of her areolae peep out in the cups, and the sides of her labia lips protrude from the little strip of material at her minge. She, too, wore knee-high boots for Blondie’s three hours’ fun and games.

 

“Right, slut,” I snapped at my young nephew, “open the door for us, we’re keen to get on with this!”

 

The naked boy rose and turned to open the door and allow his trio of tormentresses into the chamber.

 

“Get the flogging frame into the center of the room, boy,” I ordered the young slave, and he wheeled the apparatus to which he would be strapped in bondage, into the middle of the floor.

 

Jeanette and Nadine strapped his wrists into the upper corners of the frame, while I dealt to his ankles, and placed a rubber punishment pouch over his scrotum and tied it tautly down to the D-ring set in the middle of the bar fixed to the bottom of the frame’s vertical poles.

 

“Right,” I said, straightening up and addressing my partners in punishment, “Nadine you work on his back, Jeanette his front, while I flog that lovely little cock.”

 

My fellow dommes each selected multi-thonged floggers made from thin strips of velvet. They could be whipped hard onto his flesh and made a lovely “Whoooosh” sound as they made contact, but would not break his flesh or bruise it.

 

My penis flogger, though, was another story. The leather implement had a split at the punishment end and could, if struck hard enough, bruise the cock shaft.

 

Placing a small leather stool in front of the lad’s still erect prick, I sucked on it for a moment or two.

 

Nadine and Jeanette then commenced his flogging. Both used the whirling method, or propellor flogging, flashing the floggers onto his back and chest with a forehand stroke, then coming back with a backhand, a sort of twirling motion which soon was going at a lovely quick tempo on his taut skin.

 

I cupped his balls in their rubber punisher, and proceeded to flog his shaft. I started at his helmet, then moved down the shaft until the persuader was almost at his pubic bone. Then I re-traced the path, back up his cock to the knob.

 

This, of course, hurt and by the time I’d got back to his foreskin lips, Blondie was only semi-hard. So I had to fellate him back to hardness, an act which brought him pleasure as the mild pain of the dual back and front flogging was being inflicted by Nadine and Jeanette.

 

The lad endured this torture stoically, but Jeanette and Nadine soon decided it was time to increase the pressure!

 

Both walked to the whip rack and selected single-tailed lashes. These would sting much more than the velvet floggers, and also mark his naked flesh.

 

I looked up from my work on slut boy’s cock, and laughed at him. “Oooh, cunt face, looks like the ladies are going to up the pain factor, eh!”

 

The slave made no reply, but soon he was in very fine voice as the women resumed their flagellatory attack. This time, Nadine worked on his front, flogging his lovely, strong young thighs, while Jeanette placed stroke after stroke on the backs of his thighs.

 

During this twin attack, it was necessary for me to move away, in case of being struck by the floggers, but as I sat in my easy chair and watched the lad yelping out “Aaarghs” and “Mmmfffs” and “Oweees”, I could not help but finger my now very moist pussy.

 

As the women’s assault on the boy’s naked, straining flesh continued, I decided it was time I came!

 

“OK girls, let’s have him strapped over the whipping bench now,” I told them. “I want an orgasm and you can use the canes on his ass!”

 

We helped the whimpering, pain-scourged lad from his position of bondage, then made him push the flogging frame to one corner of the chamber, and then bring out the whipping bench – I think it’s so nice when the slave has to bring the implement on which he will be tortured to centerstage, it has a fitting sort of penance to it.

 

When Blondie had his next place of punishment set up, Nadine and Jeanette strapped him down securely on it, while I placed my easy chair directly in front of the leather-padded piece of furniture.

 

Draping my thighs across the arms, I pushed my pussy forwards slightly, and then sighed as I felt the young slut’s tongue work on my mons, then trace down between my aroused labia, flicker across my cunt and move on down to my anal whorl.

 

By the time he’d done that, the other two dominas were each armed with four-foot long canes, of supple, bendable bamboo. I looked on with pussy-dripping excitement as Nadine applied the first stroke on the boy’s buttocks.

 

To do this, she moved a few feet behind the naked target, then walking in a sort of sideways slide, she stepped up and slashed the cane, in her right hand, down across the boy’s backside.

 

He winced, I could feel that, but his mouth kept working away at my pulsating pussy.  Then Jeanette was on the way in. She had the cane in her left hand and made the same sort of advance as Nadine, sliding sideways before whipping the cane across his bum.

 

Now the boy’s mouth was away from my anus, had licked and loved my cunt lips a little, had flickered in the damp path between my labia lips, and was working on my clit.

 

I watched as Nadine seared her second stroke into his by-now flaming bottom, then, as Jeanette marched up to his cute buns for her second cut, I started to come on his mouth.

 

“My turn!” called Jeanette, as my cries of delight quietened, and I rose from the chair to be replaced by the 32-year-old, pert little blonde. Settling on the leather, Jeanette pulled the tiny little scrap of material from her minge, revealing a shaved pussy, except for a narrow little “landing strip” of fair hair on her Mount of Venus.

 

“Eat me, slave slut!” she hissed, and as the boy obeyed, I took the cane that Jeanette had been using and marched from behind my target until I was in range, then slashed his buttocks with my rod.

 

Nadine cracked stroke three onto his butt, then we interspersed our strokes until Jeanette with a roared “Clit me, cunt, clit me, I’m fuckin’ cummmmming!” erupted on his face.

 

The lad’s backside was now red-striped and criss-crossed with the evidence of the canes’ calling cards, but Nadine wasn’t going to be left out of the fun!

 

“Me now, slut,” said the leather playsuited dominatrix, as she took over from where Jeanette had enjoyed her session of cunnilingus with the teen.

 

Nadine handed the blonde her cane, and as Blondie ate the lovely black bird to her orgasm, Jeanette and I must have delivered another four cuts to his ass.

 

Finally, the caning-cunt-licking was over, and when Nadine pulled her crotch from the lad’s face I saw that tears of agony were streaming down his pretty cheeks.

 

As I bent to unstrap the boy from his position of pain, I whispered in his ear: “Time to get the shoes on, bitch!”

 

The lad gave a slight shudder, as he knew that this was the prelude to his “Pony prancing” punishment, one which I knew he hated!

 

“It’s time for the pony, girls,” I informed my two partners, and then we selected our buggy whips for this particular punishment.

 

The buggy whips are made of gloriously-stitched red leather, and if you place the handle of the whips on the ground, their tips would be about five feet from the floor.

 

The handle is made of stiff leather, like a golf club grip, but as the whip goes on, the leather gets slimmer and slimmer until, at the tip, it’s as narrow as a shoe lace. A fearful implement, indeed!

 

For this torture, the lad had to go to the shoe rack and select his shoes. Blondie’s were, of course, made of gleaming white leather, while Brownie’s were brown, obviously, and Blackie’s black.

 

Each shoe had a Cuban-style wedge heel and our slave trio had trained long and hard to be able to get around in them with a lovely, thigh and calf-straining, sexy walk. The practice sessions had been fun, carried out as they were under the rigors of the lash by three strict women!

 

When the boy had strapped his shoes on and minced out to the middle of the torture chamber, I snapped: “Assume the position!”

 

This means the slave has to clasp his hands behind his neck, with his fingers intertwined. Sometimes, we make him wear a slave collar, so we can put leather cuffs on his wrists and then hook them to the collar, but it’s not always necessary.

 

Then we line up to lay on the strokes of the buggy whips. Very often the Prancing Pony is a single domme punishment, but when it’s being performed as a triple torture, we usually go in order of seniority.

 

That means me first, then Mistress Jeanette and last, Mistress Nadine.

 

To start, I stand off to slave boy’s left side, and bring the buggy whip across his pert young buns. This is the signal for slave slut to lift his right foot until his thigh is parallel to the floor, and his foot is pointing prettily down, just like a prancing pony!

 

I then move around behind him, and standing off the slut’s right side, I bring the whip into contact with his ass again. This time it’s a signal for the slave to lower his right foot to the floor, and bring his left leg up, thigh parallel, remember, and left foot pointing down.

 

Then, in a triple prancing pony, Mistress Jeanette whips his buttocks and he puts his left foot down and his right up.

 

This is also a signal for me to walk in front of the slave, who is straining to stay upright, of course, and flick the tip of the buggy whip across his cock and balls. This, sometimes, makes him so edgy that he overbalances – there is, of course, a penalty for this, which I’ll come to later.

 

When Mistress Jeanette is off to his right, she whips him again and then it’s Mistress Nadine’s turn to start whipping his buttocks. When she has moved to his right, I’m on his left again, and Mistress Jeanette is tickling his crown jewels with her whip. Get the picture?

 

Now, I know this all sounds very simple, but believe me – or, rather, believe the slaves – it’s not. It can become extremely difficult for the slave to maintain his balance in the “Prancing pony” position, and when he does over-balance – and you can bet your bottom dollar, pardon the pun, that he will – then it’s penalty time.

 

When he topples over and has to place both feet on the floor, then the domme-in-charge calls out: “Present!”

 

This means he must bend over at the waist until his upper body is level with the floor – still with his hands clasped behind his neck, naturally.

 

Then the domme gives him three of the best. That’s if it’s a single domme doing the punishment. If it’s two dommes, then it’s six strokes. And, consequently, if it’s three dominas, then it’s nine strokes.

 

This is because an over-balancing by the slave is regarded as an insult to the domina supervising the punishment. And if it’s a triple-domme session well, an insult to one domina is an insult to all three, correct?

 

Well, this morning, slut boy managed to cope quite well, but on my third visit to his front I must have struck him in a particularly ticklish spot because his leg waved, and then he had to put it down to keep upright.

 

“Present!” I yelled, and the lovely slut bent over. Nadine gave him three cuts, then Jeanette, then me.

 

By the time we called it quits – oh, I dunno, after some 20 minutes of ass whipping, the cunt had over-balanced four times. So that’s 36 extra strokes, eh?

 

And by the time his pony punishment was over, tears were streaming down his pretty boy face. Fuck, I love it when he cries – still, like I said, I’m a sadist.

 

And sometimes, I guess, it’s a hard life, being a Prancing Pony!

 

 

To be continued.

               THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                           PART 7

 

One of the big fun times with my three slaves – or, perhaps, I should say “our” since Mistress Nadine can be somewhat protective of the ebony hunk, Blackie – is the daily work-out routine.

 

There’s a daily roster, so Mistress Nadine, Mistress Jeanette and I can take it in turns to supervise their daily muscle-straining work in the gymnasium – and fuck, what a princely sum that cost me! Still, I can afford it, thanks to that lovely old judge!

 

But sometimes, we double ‘em up, or even are all in there together, so it’s one mistress for one sweating, heaving, grunting slut!

 

Today was my turn on “duty” as it were, but it’s not a chore because supervising their muscle-toning routines is a helluva lot of fun.

 

I love watching as the sweat trickles down their finely-toned bodies, and sometimes, when I’m feeling mischievous, I’ll stroke ‘em so they produce a nice stiffy to display while they’re pumping iron, or working on the treadmill, or whatever.

 

They are, of course, three very competitive young men – well, Blondie, being 18, and Blackie, at 26, are comparatively “young”, I guess, although I don’t suppose Brownie, the 32-year-old millionaire pain slut actually qualifies for the term. However, he’s definitely not “over the hill”!

 

The daily work-outs start with all three in tiny little posing pouches, sort of g-strings, only there’s a narrow strip of “Y”-shaped material just above their delicious buns where the rubber thread comes up from between their buttocks.

 

The pouches are made of tight, all-embracing rubber, which cups their big ball bags and throbbing cocks in magnificent outline. The posing garments they wear attest to their nicknames, of course, so the teenager is in a white pouch, the ex-Seal in black and the “old man” in brown rubber.

 

Sometimes, when I’m feeling randy, I’ll stroke their cock and balls in the pouches, and this has the effect of making their cocks thicken, but the pouches are cut so deliciously that although they can engorge, they can’t escape the confines of the restrictive rubber. Fuck, they look good when they’ve got hard-ons trying to burst above the rubber!

 

The “domme in charge” can, of course, wear whatever the fuck she likes to supervise a gym work-out session, after all, that’s a domme’s prerogative, correct?

 

But usually, I like to wear something tight-fitting, like a black PVC latex outfit, which will cover my big breasts and butt and prominent pudenda, but then again, sometimes I favor a pair of black, PVC hotpants and go topless. That way my titties can receive some nice oral attention from the lads!

 

But I always wear black, high-heeled boots, the style that come to half-way up my thighs. Fuck, they look so dominating! And whenever one of the slaves is in a good position during his particular routine, I can get him to worship the gleaming black leather as he works out. Sort of gives him something extra to think about.

 

And, it goes without saying, there’s always something else they have to think about during a one-hour work out session: my whip!

 

My favorite “persuader” for their lovely, nearly-nude bodies during their exertions is a short, three-foot long, single-tailed lash, made of gleaming red, plaited leather. It leaves delightfully erotic marks on their naked flesh, but doesn’t break the skin – as you know, that’s a “no-no” in my book.

 

For their work-out routine today, I chose to go topless, but wore a pair of tight-fitting black latex hotpants, which gleam so nicely when they’re pulled over my butt and pussy. I wore my boots, naturally, and carried my single-lashed whip as I entered the gym.

 

The slaves were lined up, as per the routine before an exercise session, standing to attention in a line abreast, about a yard apart, their hands by their sides.

 

I walked behind them, marvelling as I always do at the incredible sight of three pairs of tanned and toned butts. Well, in the case of Blackie, of course, it’s naturally “tanned” as he’s got a built-in suntan, but you know what I mean.

On my command, the slaves then have to start toe-touching. That means they bend over completely, showing me the slivers of rubber up their cracks as I walk along behind them.

 

The stroke of the flogger across their tautened buttocks is the signal for them to come back up to attention. When I’ve gone down the row – from left to right as I look at it, it’s Blackie, Blondie, then Brownie (alphabetical order, see?) – I turn around the whip their butts again, which is the signal for them to go down and touch their toes again.

 

I do this back and forth routine behind their buns about 10 to a dozen times, and they’re nicely limbered up by the time I call on them to spread out and start work. They’ve got nice stripe marks across their backsides, too, although with Blackie, of course, it’s hard to tell!

 

The first routine is pumping iron with hand weights for Blondie, push-ups for Blackie and the treadmill for Brownie.

 

I went to Blondie first, alternately lifting heavy weights, his biceps straining and bulging beautifully as he exercises, the veins rippling, fuck they’re such lickable biceps!

 

As he worked out, I cupped his balls in their rubber cage and stroked him there, and soon his seven-incher was straining to get out of the pouch.

 

After a few minutes, cupping his crown jewels, I slashed the flogger across his superbly-muscled back and moved on to Blackie.

 

His body was a rippling display of pulchritude, the muscles gleaming, his black skin giving off a healthy glow as he grunted while he worked away at his exercises.

 

“Don’t fuckin’ slack, you cunt,” I snapped, whipping the lash across his upper back on his up stroke, then across his strokeable butt on the downstroke.

 

Now, of course, Blackie wasn’t slacking – far from it, he was pumping away in an excellent display of how sexy a nearly-naked male can be working properly at push-ups. But, hey, a gal’s got to keep ‘em in line, eh?

 

And speaking of keeping ‘em in line, when he’s doing push-ups, it’s a perfect exercise for Blackie to worship the tips of my gleaming black boots.

 

This morning, I walked in front of him and placed my feet, heels together, just where his head was on the down plunge. “Left toe, then right, then back up, cunt!” I ordered, and on his next down stroke the lovely slut kissed first my left toe, then my right, before grunting back up.

 

After a while, I tired of this sport and switched my attentions to Brownie, who was gleaming with sweat as he pounded away on the treadmill. It was set to a steady tempo, and the work made his strong thighs and calves glisten as they worked against the machine’s relentless pressure.

 

But I, of course, had to instil some of my discipline into the situation.

 

“Fuck, Brownie, you’re so fuckin’ slow,” I laughed, flashing the flagellator against his rippling upper back. “I swear there’s a whole posse of tortoises ahead of you on the road and you’re not gaining!”

 

And to emphasize my point, I gave him two more cuts of the whip, across his buttocks and against the upper back of his thighs, as he pounded along.

 

Then I announced a change of positions, although Blackie I ordered to do chin-ups on the frame on the work-out bench. This is a lovely exercise, because when he’s got his chin above the bar, his rubber-sheathed cock and balls are at a perfect height for a lick or a kiss from me.

 

This helps get him real hard, I can tell you, and it always amazes me the way he can keep his 10-inches of black meat contained within his posing pouch!

 

After a little bit of this, I moved back and lashed the flogger across the fronts of his thighs and his superbly-straining pectorals, before going over to where Brownie was pumping iron.

 

I cupped his balls, licked his glistening left bicep, popping up like Popeye’s when he hefted the weight in his left, before moving behind him and giving him a mild work-out with the lash – a girl’s gotta keep fit, too, right?

 

Then I lashed into Blondie, who was puffing and panting on the treadmill. He’s not as fit for this piece of exercise equipment as Brownie, but he’s better than Blackie, who never seems to get the hang of the machine.

 

As he trotted along, with beads of sweat falling from his lovely young bronzed body, I reached out and cupped his balls in their white rubber cage. This is awkward for him, he reckons it destroys his concentration, but fuck him – I like to do it, and that’s what counts, right?

 

After a minute or two with my fist closed around his scrotal sac, I moved behind his body, looking with great amusement as his naked buttocks bounced and jounced as he ran, then drew the flogger back and gave him some dozen or so encouraging cuts across his ass, before calling on the slaves to switch around again.

 

This time, Blackie made awkward “progress” – if you can make progress on a treadmill – and Brownie did push-ups, while Blondie had to perform the gut-wrenching, back-breaking chin-ups.

 

I let them all perform these exercises for about 10 minutes, then clapped my hands together. “Righto, sluts,” I shouted, “time for the announcement.”

 

The three sweating slaves stopped the exercises they were doing and once more lined up in the three-abreast position.

 

The “announcement” is always the conclusion to the morning’s physical exertions. It is a decision by the domina-in-charge as to who was the poorest of the three lads during the work-out.

 

The decision is arbitrary – the domme doesn’t take notes, doesn’t really compare how they’ve worked. She just picks one out for the humiliation of being the worst worker.

 

“Right, Blackie and Blondie, you were excellent this morning,” I said, thus giving away my decision, of course, that Brownie was crap.

 

“You know the drill, Brownie,” I snapped, “get naked!”

 

And the 32-year-old stripped down his posing pouch to reveal his thick shaft rising to its full eight inches. You see, the fact of the matter is, they all “enjoy” being the person punished after the hour’s exercises.

 

As Brownie was stripping nude, the other boys were also peeling off their pouches, and also revealing their hard-ons – Blackie’s monstrous 10 inches gleaming from the sweat that had built up in the rubber garment, while Blondie’s seven inches of thick erection was also shining from its sweat.

 

Then Brownie bent over, until his hands were grasping his ankles, his feet almost a yard apart.

 

“Take your positions,” I called, “Blackie in front, Blondie behind!”

 

The black man’s cock was swaying just in front of Brownie’s mouth, a rope of pre-cum starting to dangle down from his piss slit, his cock slightly circumsized by the fact that his foreskin lips were pulled back from the knob head a little.

 

Behind the 32-year-old, the blonde boy placed his cock tip against the millionaire slave’s anus.

 

“Away you go, Blondie,” I instructed my young nephew, and with a sigh he slightly parted Brownie’s buttock cheeks before pushing his cock head against Brownie’s anal whorl and starting to heave his hips to gain access to the slut’s rectum.

 

“Now you, Blackie,” I said, and as the ebony idol pushed his helmet against the eager slut’s mouth, Brownie unclasped his ankles and placed his hands up against the firmness of Blackie’s buttocks and cupped them as the 26-year-old started to drive into his mouth.

 

I let them pump their cocks into Brownie’s throat and anus for a while – the latter driving by Blondie an action which caused the pressure on the 32-year-old’s prostate to provide him with a throbbing hard-on – then ordered them to swap places.

 

Both Blondie’s and Blackie’s pricks were now artificially “circumcized”, thanks to the tightness of his anus and his mouth over the two fuckers’ shafts.

 

Then the black man mounted the slave-in-the-middle’s ass, driving his 10-inch load deep into the white man’s rectum, while Blondie was sighing and gasping with pleasure as his smeared cock was pumping into Brownie’s mouth.

 

When both cock-humping sluts started to sound as if they were in danger of spunking into Brownie’s ass and mouth, I called a halt and ordered them all into the shower, in an en suite adjoining the gym.

 

I checked in on them, after the shower had been working on their naked, thick-cocked bodies for a minute or two.

 

The blonde and the black man were standing on either side of Brownie, kissing his mouth, stroking his cock, while he held each of their hard-ons in his soapy fingers.

 

It was such a pretty scene. Now you may be wondering about their sexual tendencies.

 

Some of the dommes we invite around for mass-punishment orgies often ask the same thing: are they gay?

 

I smile and say what I always say.

 

Course not, it’s just that they like fucking each other!

 

 

To be continued.

 

 

                      THREE SLAVES FOR THREE SADISTS

 

                                                  PART 9

 

I kept my dear pain slut Brownie hard at work for 45 minutes, then feeling in a randy mood watching him work out in his tight brown rubber posing pouch, I made him lie flat on the bench and sat on his face for about 10 minutes, until I came noisily on his panting mouth.

 

I used the “reverse facesit” so that every now and then I could lean down and suck on his sweet, erect eight inches, which I had “liberated” from its rubber cage for the purpose of being available during the facesitting.

 

This fellatio on his thick rod served two purposes – one, it allowed him a little bit of “breathing space”, as it were, beneath my ass cheeks, and two, it gave us both a nice little frisson of delight. I do so like to reward him when he’s doing well!

 

After my climax, I decided to hold off on any more physical exertion for the slave, and we both went into the en suite shower and rubbed soap all over each other. As a final reward, I allowed the randy old slut a quick cock-into-cunt entry, before making him towel me down, then blow-dry my hair and brush it before attending to himself.

 

Then it was time to inspect the “homework” I’d given Blackie and Blondie before Brownie’s physical exertions.

 

I do so enjoy marking their papers, and, of course, I also enjoy playing with myself as I look at the pornography they have discovered for me during their hour’s surfing on the internet.

 

Another game I love playing with them, is what we call “The Wank Work-outs”. We usually set aside an afternoon for this because it can be quite a lengthy process.

 

We enjoyed a WWO not too long ago, and as with many of our games with the slaves, I kept a log of what happened – well, the timings of the work-outs, but I shall use my powers of instant recall to describe what went on.

 

First, the boys draw lots to see who goes first. On this particular afternoon, Blackie drew the ace, which meant he was the “first cab off the rank” as it were. Blondie drew the deuce and Brownie the trey, so they went second and third.

 

Then, we three dommes drew the cards again, to see who would be the cock manipulator for each of them. As it happened, I got to go first with Blackie, while Jeanette drew the 2, which means she would wank the 18-year-old blonde slave. That left Nadine, of course, to stroke lucky old Brownie, the old pervert!

 

Blackie went first, and had to step up onto the wooden stage we use for the WWOs. On each side, is a sort of leather strap device, into which the slave has to fit his feet. Then his wrists are cuffed and strapped to the D-rings in his slave collar, thus keeping his hands well away from his massive hard-on.

 

I then smeared my hands with baby oil, and prepared to work on him at the call from Jeanette who, as second wank administrator, would be the timekeeper for the first go.

 

Oh, nearly forgot – for this game, the dominas go bare-breasted, we wear lovely black leather boots, which come half-way up our thighs, and black satin panties, which we have been wearing for a day or two, thus making them nicely aromatic, if you get my drift.

 

Jeanette and Nadine sat in deep, luxurious black leather easy chairs, and Jeanette called out “OK Pat, Wank Work-out, go!” and she pressed the digital clock.

 

Now the WWO consists of three separate sections, each lasting 10 minutes, and the aim for the slave is to last the entire 30 minutes without coming. A tough ask, believe you me!

 

The three sections each have their own rules. For the first 10 minutes, the stroker is only allowed to stroke the slave’s cock, not brush her breasts or crotch against him. So, for 10 minutes, I rubbed the poor slave’s hard-on, and what a hard-on!

 

Blackie has such a pretty prick, and it’s soooo thick! Anyway, it was only a couple of minutes into the discipline and Blackie was already moaning, trying desperately to hold back his spunk. His body was a gleaming chunk of ebony, looking lovely!

 

Then, Jeanette called out “OK, darl, you can go to section 2 now!” and I immediately pulled my panties off. They’re full panties, big back, full crotch, and very, very smelly!

 

In the first five minutes of section 2, the dominatrix is only allowed to stroke the slave’s cock using the panties on his throbbing dick. But after the first five, Jeanette called out “5 minutes of section 2 left, Pat”.

 

This was the signal for me to remove my pussy and piss-stained panties from Blackie’s hard-on, and slip them over his head. As you can realize, this makes it much harder for him – “harder”, geddit?

 

Anyway, this particular afternoon, he was moaning as he inhaled deeply on my perfumed panties, but still he managed to control himself.

 

Then, Jeanette called out “Section 3, Pat, go!”

 

This was the signal for the full, body “press”. Now I’m allowed to rub my semi-shaved crotch over his muscular thighs, even trap his cock in between my big 40-inch hooters and give him a tit fuck as he sweats and sighs away above me.

 

Of course, it’s almost impossible for a red-blooded slave to hold back with such an all-out erotic attack and after about 3 minutes of the third discipline, his cock spunked a great wad of jism all over my mammaries and I announced to the timekeeper: “Cum!”

 

That’s the order for Jeanette to call out how long the slave’s managed to last. If, say, it was 31 minutes and 59 seconds, then it’s always brought back to 31 minutes. Which means, 9 demerit marks.

 

This particular afternoon, Jeanette timed Blackie as holding out for 32 minutes and 45 seconds, so it’s brought back to 32, which meant 8 demerit marks for him. Remember those, they’re important.

 

After Blackie was released and had cleaned up my boobies his place on the wanking stage was taken by Blondie and Jeanette. This meant that Nadine was the timekeeper and I was the audience.

 

I don’t know what it is with Blondie, but when it comes to controlling his cock under the wank work-out discipline he’s fucking useless! Although he can always get past the initial 10-minute attack, he usually succumbs during the pantie part of the pleasure-punishment.

 

Jeanette played slowly with him at first, chattering away with a stream of humiliating talk during her masturbation of his nice young cock.

 

I don’t bother to do this with a stronger slave, like Blackie or Brownie, but we all tend to “chat up” the pathetic Blondie, since he’s such a wanker and submits so meekly.

 

“Oooh, baby, you wanna cum for Jeanette?” the lovely blonde domme teased him, early in on the first discipline. “Fuck, these balls are heavy, shoot there’s such a load of spunk.

 

“Wanna cum for me, baby? Eh? Let it all out, wouldn’t that be lovely?”

 

Of course, it would be no such thing, but Blondie just scrunched his eyes up and tried desperately to concentrate on not shooting his load – by the way, eyes closing is STRICTLY forbidden during the WWO, and earns the slut who clamps ‘em shut an instant 5 demerit marks!

 

Then Nadine called out “Go to section 2, Jeanette” and the lovely blonde slipped off her shiny black panties, waved them teasingly in front of the slave’s sweat-stained face – that’s OK in the first 5 minutes of section 2, providing she doesn’t brush them against his face – then draped them over his thick hard-on.

 

For five minutes, he endured satin-on-cock stroking, then Jeanette was told “5 minutes of section 2 gone!” and quick as a flash, the busty little blonde had jerked the knickers from the grunting, gasping Blondie’s hard-on and arranged them over his pretty blonde face, being careful, of course, to make sure the gusset was flush against his nostrils and mouth. Lucky young devil!

 

Or, perhaps, not-so-lucky! Because it only took about one minute of inhaling the wonderful aromas of sex juice and urine – and perhaps something else! – before the youth’s cock pumped a big spurt of semen into the air.

 

“Cum!” announced Jeanette, in a delighted squeal, and Nadine checked the timer.

 

“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, Blondie,” she said, “I’m afraid you only lasted 16 minutes and 20 seconds. Which makes it 16 from 30. Oh fuck, you lovely little pain slut, that’s 14 demerit marks!”

 

The lad groaned, as he was removed from his position of punishment-and-pleasure, and soon Brownie was in place, with the lovely black beauty, Nadine waiting, hands glistening with lotion, ready to attack his hard-on.

 

Brownie, being the oldest slave slut in the mansion, is usually the best at this “game”, but sometimes he fucks up. And he most often fucks up when it’s Nadine doing the cock clutching!

 

This day was no exception. The 32-year-old pain slut managed to get past the 10-minute time control, of course, and through 5-minute shiny satin panties on slippery cock part, but then he was in trouble.

 

He’d been moaning and groaning since about the 8th minute of his session with Nadine and she’d picked up on this, very quickly, of course.

 

“Diddums wants to cum, does he?” she taunted him, wanking him by pulling his foreskin back to his ring with thumb and forefinger, laughing as pre-cum drooled from his piss slit, then sliding the cock flesh back to cover his knob head.

 

“Diddums having trouble controlling himself?” and stuff like that.

 

Poor old Brownie, I knew that it wouldn’t take very long for him to lose complete control over his urges to ejaculate once the panties were in place on his head, and I wasn’t wrong!

 

It took two minutes, no more, well, possibly a few seconds, and then his body was shuddering and then he was spurting spunk from his lovely old cock!

 

“Cum!” Nadine snapped, urgently, as she saw the first glob of semen start to emerge from his piss slit, and I stopped the clock.

 

I dragged out his agony now, laughing at him as Nadine wiped a towel over his wet genitals.

 

“Oh, dear, Brownie, another fuck up, you poor old thing. Any idea of how long you lasted?” I taunted him.

 

“No, mistress,” he panted, looking like a great big bloodhound, with his hangdog eyes. Poor, poor old Brownie!

 

“A pathetic fuckin’ 17 minutes 6 seconds,” I informed him, and he groaned at the realization of what that meant.

 

“Now, let’s see,” I grinned, dragging out his torment even more, “that means 13 demerit marks, you fuckin’ pathetic cunt!”

 

Honest, I thought he was going to cry!

 

Then I took the log sheet, cleared my throat and announced: “The results of today Wank Work-outs are as follows. The third place goes to Blondie, who gets 140 strokes.”

 

My other two dommes clapped eagerly. Then I called for quiet.

 

“In second place, Brownie, who gets 130 strokes!”

 

More applause.

 

“And the winner, is Blackie,” I informed the group of sadists and slaves. “He gets a mere 80 strokes!”

 

Nadine and Jeanette clapped their hands, murmuring stuff like “Bravo” and “Good slave, well done!”

 

And then we marched into the whipping room.

 

The punishment section now took place. The worst performer, Blondie, would have the extended agony of having to watch first Blackie, then Brownie, get their floggings suspended in the frame, before he would be strapped into bondage for his 140 strokes.

 

Oh, the whippings, of course, are carried out by the masturbatrix – so I gave Blackie his 80, Nadine gave Brownie his 130, and Jeanette whipped her 140 into Blondie. Honestly, he’s such a pain slut I sometimes wonder if he doesn’t come early on purpose!

 

To be continued.