THE LONG WEEKEND

Part I:  Friday

My relationship with Mistress Kayla and Master John had fallen into a bit of a routine after six months.  By that time, I wasn’t starting to get to the point where I couldn’t remember when I hadn’t been with them.  I shouldn’t say so much them, as Mistress Kayla.  A month after she’d taken ownership of me, Master John had taken ownership of his own submissive, Gail.  Both continued to use me, just as they both used Gail whenever it suited them.  While most of the time I attended Mistress Kayla, we also had times when all four of us were together, or when I was given to Master John, or Gail to Mistress Kayla.  We played in all permutations.  There were certain rules.  Only Master John got to fuck Kayla, since she was originally his submissive – although since Gail had come along, Kayla had become more and more dominant.  And Kayla’s was the only pussy John fucked.  For Gail and me, we were allowed to have sex with each other when given permission and our asses and mouths were always available for use.

       Gail and I would arrive at their home every Friday night, usually within a couple of minutes of each other, and be there until Monday morning, when we left and returned to our lives.  Upon my arrival I’d walk into the garage on the ground floor, and strip out of my clothes, putting them neatly into a storage bin, from which I’d retrieve my collar, and buckle it around my neck.  Then I’d knock on the door, and kneel, awaiting one of my owners.  Sometimes, Gail would be waiting there, or I’d be forced to wait until she arrived.

       This weekend was a bit different, since Monday was a holiday, so I’d get an extra day with my owners and fellow submissive.  On that Friday, I was only there for about a minute or so when Mistress Kayla opened the door.  She was dressed in a short, grey skirt, a white blouse, grey hose and black stiletto pumps.  As I had been taught, I bent my head to her feet and placed a kiss on the toe of each shoe.  “I’m here to serve you, Mistress.”

       “Yes, you are.  Get in here.  Your fellow slut is already here.  Get in the kitchen and help her get dinner ready.” She punctuated this with a slap to my ass as I hurried by her.

       I entered the kitchen to a familiar sight – Gail on her knees with a mouthful of Master John’s cock.  He had his hand wrapped in her auburn hair as her head bounced up and down and she made slurping noises.  He shot me a predatory smile as he ordered me to kneel next to her.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shoved it into mine.  I sucked greedily as he stroked it in and out of my mouth four of five times, his hands on either side of my head. “Ummm," he moaned as he pulled out of my mouth and pulled the zipper up on his pants, “I don’t know who sucks cock better.  You, the slut here, or your Mistress.”  He let the comment hang in the air for a moment.  “Well, get to work on dinner, bitches,” and he strode past us back out into the main part of the house. 

       We made dinner quietly, without much talk. I set the table with two place settings, and then helped Gail bring the serving dishes out.  As I arranged them on the table, she let Master and Mistress know that dinner was served.  They followed her into the dining room and sat at either end of the table. “The two of you get under the table,” Mistress Kayla ordered as she sat. “We’re going to have a contest.  David’s going to lick my pussy, and Gail’s going to suck Master John’s cock.  First one to make their owner cum wins.”

       I slid under the table.  Mistress spread her legs to allow me access.  She wore no panties under her skirt, just a garter belt holding up her hose.  Droplets of moisture had already formed on the folds of her labia and I caught the musky scent of her in my nostrils.  I dove into her pussy, and she moved forward in her chair a bit in order to give me better access.  I could hear Gail behind me working on her Master’s cock.  All the while, both John and Kayla continued to eat and talk as if nothing were going on.  As usual, the more I licked and sucked upon her, the more of her juices I sucked down.  I loved the way she tasted – a mix of sweet and sour tastes as I flicked my tongue up and around her hardening clit.

       It was getting harder for both of them to keep eating.  I could hear Master grunting, and Mistress was sighing and little moans were escaping her.  One hand snaked down under the table, wrapped in my hair, and directed my mouth right onto her sensitive nub.  Her hips started to undulate. “Oh fuck….yeah….yeah…fuck,” she moaned, then pulled my face hard against her as her legs wrapped around my head and she exploded. “I win!” she yelled.

       “Well don’t stop, you stupid cunt!” John yelled at Gail. “Just because you lost doesn’t mean I don’t cum.”  He slid back from the table, grabbed a handful of Gail’s hair and began to brutally face fuck her. “Next time, pussy boy blows me,” he announced over her gagging. “He’s better at it anyway.”

       “Maybe you ought to just train your little bitch a bit better.” Kayla shot back with a laugh as she leaned back in her chair and took a long drink.

       “Yeah, there’s going to be some training this weekend.”  He began slamming his cock into Gail’s mouth, then went rigid, burying it deep in her throat, “FUCK!” he roared, “Swallow it all you cunt!”  Like Kayla, he leaned back in his chair, recovering, as Gail swallowed all his cum, licking around his softening cock and balls, making sure she got every drop.  I slid out from under the table, and kneeled next to Mistress Kayla’s chair, while she absently stroked my hair.  As Gail finished cleaning Master John, Kayla got up, walked to her and began pulling her by her hair.  “David, you can clean up and eat.  When you’re done, come to the playroom.”  She looked down at Gail, “You, my little bitch, lost, so you get to pay.”

       I began to clean the table.  When I went to pick up the dishes in front of Master John, he grabbed my wrist. “You need to start training your little friend.  She sucks you off too.  You better start teaching her how to do it right.”

       “Yes, sir.”

       Master nodded once, then got up and headed into the living room.  I finished clearing the table, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and then ate.  Finishing up, I headed upstairs to the playroom/guest bedroom. 

       I walked in to find Gail resting with her chest over a small kneeler.  A spreader bar kept her legs spread 3 feet apart, and her wrists were secured to the kneeler by snap hooks and wrist cuffs.  Her ass was a bright red, and a butterfly vibrator was strapped around her hips and buzzing away.  Mistress Kayla looked up at my approach from Gail’s head.  She had changed out of her clothes, and was naked except for her black, knee-high, stiletto heeled leather boots.  She had on the largest strap-on dildo she had – a 12” monster, that was 3 ½” in diameter, which she was stroking in and out of her mouth. “That’s it Gail, suck on that cock.  Show it how much you want it, how much you want to make it cum.”  Drool was running down her chin as she tried to cram as much of it into her mouth and down her throat as she could, gagging on it. “You have to do better,” Kayla instructed her, “You want Master John to be happy, don’t you?”

       “Mmmmmfffff,” Gail moaned, as she nodded her head, her eyes looking up at her Mistress.

       “Maybe we should give you a real cock to practice on.  David, come over here.”  I hurried over, and stood next to Mistress Kayla, as she pulled the dildo from Gail’s mouth.  “Show David what you’ve learned, slut,” Kayla said, grabbing my cock, and positioning me directly in front of Gail’s mouth.  She attacked me with a vengeance, sucking my member deep inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.

       “When was the last time you came?” Kayla asked me.

       “Last Sunday,” I replied breathlessly.  “Master John let me jerk off while he pounded my ass.”

       “Ummmmm,” Kayla said, idly pinching my nipples, “You like that don’t you?  Being fucked in the ass.  You cum so hard and so much from it.”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       “Is she giving you a good blow job?”

       “Yes, Mistress.  Very good.”

       “Good.  You should be rewarded for your oral expertise, pet.  But try to hold out.  Don’t cum until I tell you too.  You know what happens if you do.” She smiled evilly at that.

       I certainly did know.  Twice in the last six months I had cum without permission. Once I had been unable to control myself and had masturbated at home on a Wednesday night.  Kayla had known.  The second time I had cum during a teasing and denial session.  Both times Mistress Kayla had punished me with a milking session.  She had tied me down and massaged my prostate, emptying my balls of all the cum in them.  The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but since there was no ejaculation, no actual orgasm, the sexual tension remained afterwards.  The problem with that is once she drained me, I couldn’t cum again until I “refilled” and that usually took 2 or 3 days.  So, either I couldn’t even get hard, in which case I became everyone’s mouth and tongue whore, or I was hard but couldn’t get off, so I was either teased by my dominants, or they’d watch while I fucked Gail for hours at a time, until she was exhausted.  Meanwhile, I just became more and more sexually aroused and frustrated.  On top of it, I’d remain that way until the next weekend, since I usually didn’t refill until after I had left, and in order to continue to punish me, Mistress would deny me permission to cum until I was back in her presence.  I did not want to go through that.

       Meanwhile, Mistress had crouched at Gail’s waist.  She had placed a small plastic container on the floor underneath Gail, and had gotten the Hitachi Magic Wand.  She removed the butterfly vibrator, and pressed the Hitachi against Gail’s clit.

       The effect was instantaneous.  Gail squealed and it was like an electrical shock went through my cock.  She was bucking her hips, but there was no getting away, bound as she was.  Kayla smacked her on the ass, “Oh, quit acting like you don’t like this, you slut.  Go ahead and cum, so David can.”

       With that, Gail plunged her mouth down on my cock, her nose resting against my pubic bone, “MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!’ she screamed, her mouth full, as she began to squirt right into the container.  I felt my balls tighten up, grabbed her by the head so she couldn’t move and came long and hard into her mouth and right down her throat, spasm after spasm pumping my jism into her belly.  I finally fell back, totally spent, pulling myself from her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress Kayla.” I said.

       “Oh god…so fucking good...” she panted, “Thank you, Mistress, thank you for letting this slut cum…”

       “One last thing,” Kayla had the container in her hands.  She tipped it up to Gail’s lips, and she began to swallow, “Oh, yeah, cum slut, drink all that squirt down.  It’s so good, isn’t it?” she giggled, “You are such as nasty little whore.”  She turned to me, and began stroking my still hard cock, "Oooohhh, I like that.  I like how you can stay hard.  That’s so good.” She got up from her crouch, dragging me along with her, “Come along, we’re not done yet.”

       She dragged me behind Gail.  Both her pussy and asshole were perfectly exposed through her spread legs as she continued to catch her breath.  Mistress Kayla left me there for a moment, and retrieved something from the dresser across the room.  She returned with a bottle of lube.  Squeezing some out on her hand, she began to rub it all over my cock.  She then squeezed some more out, and began working a finger in and out of Gail’s ass.

       “No, Mistress, please,” Gail began pleading, shaking her head.

       “Shhh, baby.  It’s going to happen.  You need to pay for not making Master John cum fast enough.”  She pulled her finger out, and then looked at me.  “You’re going to fuck her in the ass, pet.  I want you to go balls deep on that first stroke.  All the way in.”

       Gail was still pleading, as I lined my cock up to her ass.  I grabbed her by the hips, and then slammed all the way into her.

       “Oh fuck!” she screamed, and her head came up as her back arched. “Fuck….fuck…uhhhnnnn,” she continued to wail, her head shaking from side to side. “Take it out, take it out, it’s too much.”

       “Keep fucking that ass.” Kayla said “You’re getting well and truly fucked tonight Gail. It’s David’s reward and your punishment.  Besides, there’s going to be much more this weekend, I’m sure.” She walked away.  It was a few moments before she returned. She pushed me down so I was leaning over Gail’s back, and I quickly felt her lubed finger inside me.  “Your turn now, bitch.”  I felt the head of her strap-on at the entrance to my ass. She laughed, “Don’t worry.  I changed out of the Monster.”  I was thankful she had because it wasn’t splitting me in half as she slowly slipped it in.  She was quickly matching my strokes. “This is so good, fucking both my slaves’ asses.”

       I hadn’t realized how much I missed being ass fucked until I began spending these weekends with John and Kayla.  Mistress Jacqueline had introduced me to it, and then after she left, it had been a long time before I had been buggered again.  It was such a submissive act, giving up something so taboo, letting either Mistress Kayla or Master John possess me and be inside of me. My rectum stretched around either a cock – real or artificial – gripping it tightly.  A feeling of fullness and warmth that spread throughout my body.  And that wonderful feeling if the invader moved in just the right way and hit my prostate.  “Fuck me like a bitch, Mistress.”

       She licked up my back, along my neck and to my ear.  “Oh, I will.  You’re my bitch.  You’ll always be my bitch,” she whispered, then lifted her head away.  “How are you doing there, slut?” she called to Gail, “Ass starting to feel good?  Like getting ramrodded?”

       Gail was nodding her head up and down, “Unnngghhhh…yeah….it’s so fucking good….oh, yeah….fuck me harder….”

       Directly across from us was a wall mirror, and I could see the three of us intertwined.  Then I saw Master John walk into the room, naked, his hard-on standing out proudly.  He walked behind Kayla, and began kissing her neck, and stroking her tits. “Oh, baby, that’s so good.”

       “Yeah?” he asked, and his hand snaked down to her pussy. “Obviously, you’re soaking wet.”  He slid behind her, bent her a bit at her waist, and slipped into her pussy.

       “I love your cock,” she breathed…then drew her breath in sharply, “Wait, what…”

       Master John grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “I haven’t had this ass in so long.  Remember, you’re still my slut.  And it’s obviously an ass-fucking party…”

       “Ohhh, fuck! That’s too much! Please, I need some lube!” Kayla yelled, but Master John just held her where she was.

       “You use to take me dry all the time, slut.  I lubed up with your pussy juice.  Stop your whining.  Just relax; everyone’s getting fucked in the ass tonight.” Master John told her in a tone that indicated that her protests weren’t going to mean anything.

       I didn’t think it could work, but it did.  Somehow, we all worked in concert.  All three of us were fucking Gail, my Master and my Mistress were fucking me, and my Mistress was being fucked by her Master.

       “Oh, Kayla, you ass is so fucking tight.  I’m going to cum real soon.  Are you ready to cum with me, my slut?”

       “Uhhhnnnn….uhhhnnnnn….yeah….yeah….please….I want to cum with you,” she grunted out.

       “Pussy boy,” he said to me, “you ready to cum?”

       “Yes…..Master…please.”

       “Reach under and start stroking the cunt’s clit.  I want everyone to cum at once.  Anyone who doesn’t cum, doesn’t cum all weekend.”  I did as he ordered.  Gail’s pussy was slick, and her clit was hard and stood out from its hood.  Her moaning only increased, as Master said, “On three.  One….two….THREE!”  He buried himself deep inside Kayla, and I think I would have felt him cumming, if not for the fact that at the same moment, Kayla buried her dildo in me, I buried my spasming cock in Gail’s ass and we all started screaming and moaning out our orgasms, Kayla moaning “oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck” over and over again, Gail squirting again, this time all over the floor, while she let out a low keening wail, shaking her head from side to side..

       It was some moments before we all recovered.  John slid his cock out of Kayla, and her dildo slid out of me, as he turned her around and she fell to her knees, cleaning his cock with her mouth.  He looked at me, “Suck her ass, get all my cum out of there, bitch boy.”  I did, snaking my tongue as far into her ass as possible.  As she finished cleaning Master’s cock, she all of the sudden stiffened, and moaned “I’m cumming again!” Meanwhile, Master John was releasing Gail from her bonds.  He dragged her over to me and Mistress Kayla, and made her clean first the dildo, then my cock.  “Yeah, that’s it cunt.  Get all that ass juice off of there. Going to get me to cum a little quicker next time?” he asked Gail.

       “Yes, sir, I will.  I promise.”

       “Lick up your mess on the floor, then the two of you get to bed.  And make sure you practice on David’s cock tonight.  The two of you can cum as much as you like tonight.  But I’d recommend getting some sleep.  You’re going to have a long, busy day tomorrow.”  He took Kayla by the hand, and they retired to their room.  Shortly, the sounds of the two of them getting each other off again could be heard coming from down the hall.

       As we fell into bed, Gail looked at me. “God, that was fucking hot! I came so hard.  My pussy’s still throbbing.”  She laid there for a moment, looking at the ceiling, and then rolled onto her side.  “Are my blow jobs really that bad?”

       “No.  I’m just that good,” I replied, smiling at her.

       “Yeah?  You think so?”  She then threw her legs over my head, and moved into a 69.  She gave me a blow job while I feasted on her pussy.   Within a minute, she was squirming, as a latched onto her clit and began tracing circles around it with my tongue. “Oh, god, you’re right.  That’s so good….uhhhhnnnnn…..ohhhhhhh…I’m gonna’ cum all over your face!”   She began squirting as she came, and I hungrily swallowed her girl cum as I brought her to yet another orgasm. She started pistoning up and down on my cock, and it wasn’t long until I filled her mouth with spunk again, which she shared with me in a kiss.  We fell asleep curled up next to each other.

       At some point during the night, I was awakened by someone climbing onto the bed and straddling my face.  “Clean me out, slut,” Mistress Kayla ordered, presenting her pussy to my mouth.  Gail and I were always on clean-up detail, so, on the other side of the bed, I could hear Gail sucking at Master’s cock and cleaning him off. I licked and sucked out the mix of her fluids and Master’s cum.  “Enough.  Good boy,” Mistress said, getting back up, and leaving us both to fall back to sleep.

       

Part II:  Saturday

       

       I awoke to the wonderful feeling of a warm, wet mouth surrounding my cock.  I sighed and slowly opened my eyes.  Looking down, I met Gail’s eyes, with a mischievous twinkle in them, as she smiled around a mouthful of my cock.  “Wow.  You’re really taking that practicing thing to heart, aren’t you?”

       “Mmmmmmhhhhmmmm.”

       I reached down, and pulled her off my cock, then moved her head up to mine, and kissed her, our tongues darting around each other’s mouths and over teeth.  I moved around behind her, as she lay on her stomach, and slid between her legs.  “I want to fuck you.  Where do you want it?” I asked.

       “My pussy.  It hasn’t had a cock in it for weeks.  Everyone’s been pounding my…” she gasped as I thrust inside her, “…ass and using my mouth.”

       There wasn’t much talking after that, just moans and sighs.  I held her hips, pulling her back onto me, as I thrust deeply into her wet, warm and tight snatch.  Gail reached underneath herself and began rubbing her clit, occasionally reaching a little farther back and squeezing my balls.  She reached up, grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it.  There was a muffled scream, and then she came, squirting all over me and leaving a large wet spot on the bed.  She tried to pull off of me as she came, but I grabbed hold of her hips tightly and just kept pumping in and out of her.  Gail always squirted when she came, which was one of the things John and Kayla loved about her – there was no way she’d be able to cover up or fake an orgasm.  And since our owners wanted complete control over us, it suited them immensely to have no deception from either of their slaves in that regard.

       I continued fucking her steadily, until I felt my balls tightening.  I picked up the pace at that point, thrusting harder and faster into her.  “Yes….yes….yeah…” I buried my cock inside of her warm, wet, spasming pussy, yelling “I’m cumming!” as jets of spunk coated the inside of her, and she screamed into the pillow, screaming out another orgasm, and making yet another puddle on the bed.

       I lay across her back, feeling her muscles milk the last drops of cum out of my cock.  Then she slid forward, and I slipped out of her, as she rolled over onto her back.  She sat up, then pushed me down on my back, sucking my prick back into her mouth, cleaning me off.  She swung around and straddled my head, lowering her swollen lips to my mouth.  I cleaned out her pussy, swallowing our combined fluids.

       There was movement on the bed, and Gail was pulled off of me.  I stared up into Mistress Kayla’s eyes.  She smiled down at me, as she hooked a finger into the D-ring on my collar, “Morning sunshine,” she said, as she pulled me to the floor, and dragged me to the bathroom.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Master John dragging Gail by her hair to the other bath.

       Mistress first sat on the toilet and peed, while I kneeled before her.  When she was done, she put her hand behind my head, and shoved my face into her crotch.  I needed no commands, and began licking her clean, tasting the tang of her golden nectar.  She wrapped her legs over my shoulders, as she leaned back against the tank of the toilet.  “How many more times did you cum last night and this morning, pet?”

       “Twice, Mistress.”

       “And Gail?”

       “Three times Mistress.”

       “I hope they were good.  You won’t be coming again until tonight.”  She grabbed my hair, and forced my mouth and tongue harder against her, bucking her hips, “Uhhhhhhnnnnn…that’s so good.  I love starting off my morning with a nice little cum.”

       She pushed me away, got up and began filling to 2 quart enema bag that always hung from a hook next to the bathtub.  When it was full, she had me kneel over the side of the tub, and emptied it into me.  Then, turning on the shower, she stepped in.  I kneeled next to the tub, the enema doing its work, and my insides cramping up while she showered.  When she was done, she stepped out and I dried her off with a thick terry cloth robe.  As she headed out the door, heading naked to her room to dress, she told me I could release the enema, take a shower, and then head downstairs to serve breakfast.

       Breakfast was served, and afterwards, Gail and I were each given a list of chores that needed to be accomplished before lunch.  Sometimes we would be dressed in matching French Maid uniforms to accomplish these chores, but today we were sent off naked.

       I was in the process of dusting the furniture in the living room, when Master John came into the room.  He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and a T-shirt.  He approached me, put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel.  “I need a blow job, bitch.”

I reached up and pulled down his pants.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his already hard and throbbing member instantly popped out.  I licked the drop of precum from the tip, then ran my tongue down the shaft, and sucked each of his balls into my mouth, my eyes looking up at him.  I knew how much he liked that, to have either of the three of us looking up from his cock and giving him that look of total contentment.  I moved back to the head of his cock, and took it into my mouth, then began bobbing on the knob, using my hand to stroke his shaft.

       “That’s nice,” he said, tousling my hair. “You did a good job with Gail by the way.  She sucked me off like a champ this morning.  Filled her stomach with so much cum I’m amazed she was able to eat breakfast.”  He sighed, and was quiet for a moment as I worked his cock.  “God, you are such a good little cock sucking faggot.”

I had to admit, I enjoyed serving him.  Not as much as I enjoyed serving Kayla, certainly.  I would never seek out a man to have an exclusively Master/slave relationship, or a vanilla relationship with.  I really didn’t find men attractive.  Like, I knew women who would look at other women, and tell you how beautiful they were.  I never found myself saying, “Wow, that guy is hot.”  Serving Master John was just icing on the cake of being Kayla’s owned submissive.  If Kayla left, I’d leave as well.  If John left, I’d still stay with her.

He put his hand on the back on my head, and began thrusting into my mouth, face fucking me, jamming his cock deep into my throat.  Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out.  Stroking his own cock, he shot his wad all over my face and hair, marking me as his.  I licked slowly and softly at the head of his cock, trying to get all of his seed.  He chuckled, looking down at me “You look good, all covered in cum.  You know that?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, smiling up at him.

“I don’t want you washing that off.  I want the girls to see you.  Now, put my cock away.”

As lunchtime rolled around, I made my way to the kitchen in order to help Gail prepare and serve the meal.  I found her in there making sandwiches.  She turned to look at me as I entered the room, and a crust of dried cum was on her cheek, across her forehead and there was some in her hair as well.  I obviously hadn’t been the only one marked this morning.

“God!  Look at you two sluts,” I turned around to see Mistress Kayla, “both of you covered in cum.”  She just shook her head as she sighed.  “Well, better the two of you than me.”  She turned and walked back out. “When you’re finished serving lunch, clean yourselves up,” she called over her shoulder.

After we served lunch, we both went back to our list of chores.  It was a bit unusual, since we were usually given enough to keep us busy during the morning, with training and play time in the afternoon.  However, by about 3 in the afternoon, we had both finished.  Mistress Kayla collected us and brought us back to the playroom.  Master John was already there.  He ordered us to kneel at the foot of the bed, bent over, with our stomachs resting on the bed.

“So, are the two of you wondering why the domestic chores were so extensive today?” he asked, as he and Kayla began placing cuffs on our wrists and ankles. “We wanted the house extra clean because we’re having a party tonight.  And guess what?  You two are the guests of honor.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” Kayla chuckled, “more like the guests of dishonor.”

They both laughed, as she fitted a cock gag into my mouth.  Master John was doing the same with Gail.  I next felt her lubing up my ass, and then she slowly inserted a butt plug into me. Meanwhile, Gail was having both of her holes filled as well.  We both moaned into our gags.

“Up on the bed, bitches.  On your backs” Mistress ordered.  Spreader bars were attached to both our ankles and our wrists, and then the center of the bars were tied off to the head and foot of the bed.  Lastly, we were blindfolded.

“Try to get some rest, it’s going to be a long night. We’ll come get you when it’s time to get ready.”  I thought I could hear the two of them walking out.

“Uhhhhnnnnnnnnn!” both Gail and I moaned through our gags as the plugs inside us started to vibrate.

Both Master and Mistress began to laugh from the doorway. “Oh, sorry, did we forget to tell you about the remote controls?” Mistress Kayla asked sweetly.  The plugs stopped vibrating. “I wonder how much rest they’ll get?”

“I guess it’ll depend on how often we turn these on.” Master John mused, and Gail squealed as one or both of the vibrators inside her buzzed away for a moment.  I heard the door shut and we were left there in the dark, with our own thoughts.

There wasn’t much rest of course.  Every time I’d start to drift off, the vibe in my ass would start buzzing away.  From the moaning, whining and mewling coming from next to me, the same was happening to Gail.  The other thing preventing rest was that the vibrators in each of us didn’t necessarily go off at the same time.  So, while at a particular time either of us might not have been stimulated, the buzzing and moaning coming from the other would keep us from true rest.

On top of that were the thoughts buzzing through my head.  What kind of party?  Who was going to be there?  What would be expected of us?  Obviously by their comments and admonishments, we were going to be used and abused.   I don’t know how much time passed.  Any rest I got was fitful.

The vibrator in my ass had been going for quite some time, and by the thrashing and moaning coming from the bed next to, Gail was being brought to a frenzy as well.  Suddenly the buzzing stopped, and I blinked rapidly, my eyes trying to adjust to the light, as my blindfold was removed.  “Time to get ready, pet,” Mistress Kayla said, as she detached the ankle and wrist cuffs from the spreader bars, “Your guests will be here shortly.”  She helped me up, and led me into the bathroom.  She was already dressed, wearing a leather corset and thigh high black leather boots with 4-inch spike heels.  Her naked breasts spilled over the top of the corset and she wore no panties.

   “Get in the shower,” she ordered, “You’re all sweaty and your cock and balls are covered in precum.  Wonder why?” she asked, smiling evilly.

The water was ice cold.  I washed as quickly as possible, but the water had the desired effect, shriveling my cock for the time being.  Mistress helped dry me off with a terry cloth towel.

“This party is for our friends,” she informed me.  “There will be Masters and Mistresses attending.  Some will be bringing their own submissives, some will be unaccompanied.  You and Gail are the Party Sluts.  You will serve anyone who asks, in any way they ask.  You will obey them as you would me or Master John.  During their use of you, they have complete control of you.  They have all been made aware of your limits.  Do you understand me?”  As I was still gagged, I nodded my head. “Good.”

I was taken out of the bathroom, and led to the living room.  Gail was already there, standing in the middle of the room, her arms restrained above her, and her ankles once again held apart by a spreader bar. Her nipples were rock hard, and from the wetness on her thighs, it was quite clear she was very aroused.  I was restrained in a similar fashion about three feet away, and facing her, my again hard cock jutting straight out from my body, the head once again glistening with precum.  A sign on a chain was placed over my head and hung around my neck.  She had one as well, and they both said “PARTY SLUT FOR YOUR USE AND ENJOYMENT!”

“Oh, don’t forget this.” Mistress picked up a box from the coffee table and pressed the button on it.  I stiffened as the vibrator started up again.  She let it go for a few minutes, then shut it off again, leaving the box on the coffee table, as she walked out of the room.

The doorbell rang several times over the next half-an-hour or so, and people could be heard gathering.  Finally, led by Mistress Kayla and Master John, a group of about 20 men and women, entered the room, and arrayed themselves around us.  It was easy to determine who fit what role, as the dominants were still dressed – perhaps scantily, but dressed nonetheless – while the submissives were all naked, with collars around their necks.  There were two dominants, one male and one female without anyone attending them.  One master had two submissives standing next to him, while one mistress held the leashes of three subs – two men and a woman. The woman was the exception to the naked submissives.  She wore a pair of black tap pants.  Some had various implements and toys, or they or their subs were carrying bags.

“Kayla and I would like to welcome all of you to our home.”  Master John announced.  “This is the first time we’ve been able to host one of these parties, so please feel free to use anything – and anyone – you desire.”

Mistress Kayla moved in between Gail and I, and gestured toward us.  “As you can all see, we have two party sluts for your enjoyment, David and Gail.  Both are bi, and you have all been advised of their limits.  We are sharing our toys with you, we only ask that you do not break them,” she giggled. “Feel free to use any of the rooms and any equipment you may see.  Other than that, please enjoy yourselves.”  With that, she stepped away and moved towards the unaccompanied mistress.  Master John had moved toward the mistress with the three subs and began speaking.  Others began drifting out of the room.

The master with the male and female subs moved towards us.  He stood about 5’ 11”, was trim and looked to be in is mid-thirties, with dark, close-cropped hair and a thin mustache.  He was dressed all in black.  He introduced himself, “Hello, I am Master Alex, and these are Slave,” he indicated the male, “and Slut.”

Slave looked to be in his late-20’s, a bit shorter than his Master, with blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin.  His chest was hairless, and his cock stuck out proudly from his hairless crotch.  Slut looked a maybe five years younger, with hair a shade darker, but the same blue eyes.  She had an hourglass figure, with firm B-cup breasts.  I noticed they were both wearing what looked like wedding bands on their left ring fingers.  Master Alex ordered them to kneel – Slave before me and Slut before Gail.

Master Alex stood before us and smiled.  “I need the two of you to help me with something.  You see, my two little ones have never had a bi-sexual experience.  So, Gail, Slut is going to eat you out, and David, Slave is going to suck you off.  And I want them to get the full experience, so the two of you can feel free to cum.”  He laid a hand on each of his submissives’ heads.  “Now, I would suggest the first thing the two of you do is remove their plugs.”  Both Gail and I moaned as the plugs were pulled out of our asses and her pussy.  I felt empty, as it had been inside me now for 5 or 6 hours.  I had a feeling I wouldn’t feel that way for long.

Slave delicately leaned forward, wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock, and began to tentatively lick at the head.  Meanwhile, I looked across and Slut had dived headfirst into Gail’s pussy, her head moving in circles as she lapped and slurped at her crotch.

Master Alex reached down and grabbed a handful of Slave’s hair and yanked back, so that he was looking up into his Master’s face.  “I said suck his cock, slave”, Master Alex growled, “Look at how much slut is enjoying herself.”

“Yes sir,” the sub meekly answered.

“Now, open your mouth.”  Slave did as ordered, and Master Alex guided his mouth directly over my member, enveloping it in his mouth, and causing Slave to gag a little. “Much better.  Now suck his cock the way you like yours sucked.”

As he started working my rod, I could hear Gail’s quickening gasps and screams muffled by her gag, indicating her rapidly approaching orgasm.  It was no wonder that she was going to quickly explode.  The plug in my ass had left me on the edge, but she’d had one in her ass and one in her pussy.  Knowing Master John and Mistress Kayla they had no doubt made sure the vibrator in Gail’s pussy also stimulated her clit, leaving her teetering on the edge when Slut had started feasting on her.  Gail stiffened and let out a high, keening wail as she crested the wave of the orgasm.  Slut jerked back convulsively in surprise as her face was covered in the fluid spurting from her pussy.

Master Alex began laughing, “Oh, I’m so sorry Slut.  I forgot to tell you that she was a squirter.  Now you’ll just have to make her cum all over again, and this time make sure you swallow all of it.  Just like your slave hubby’s going to do.”

Slave was getting more into blowing me, licking and sucking my cock, as one hand moved rhythmically up and down my shaft, and the other cupped my balls.  I could feel them tightening as I grew closer to an orgasm.  Strangled moans were escaping from my mouth, as all the muscles in my body tensed.  I grunted as my cock exploded, and I felt the contractions of each spurt of spunk, which Slave dutifully swallowed down.  As I was coming down from this, I heard Gail scream out again.

My head hung down, my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath, Slave licking and sucking at my cock, trying to get every drop from me.  I was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and when I opened my eyes and looked over, I saw Gail was sweaty and looked spent as well.  Hands grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back.  Master Alex looked at me, “On behalf of my pets, thank you very much.  Both of you.”  He looked to them.  “Now, slut…slave,..replace their plugs.  Then we’ll find some privacy.  Your anniversary was last week, and I never gave you a present.  I think a nice His-and-Hers ass fuck would be perfect.”  After sliding the plugs back into us, they began to walk away, when Master Alex turned around, “Oh, one last thing.”  He reached over, grabbed the remotes, and turned on the vibrators, leaving Gail and I in delicious agony again.

It wasn’t long before the Mistress with 3 subs wandered back into the room.  She had her two males kneel next to Gail, and approached me with the girl.

“He’s very cute, isn’t he Maria?” she asked as she smiled at me.

“Yes, Mistress Nina.”

“Would you like to use him for a while?  I know you don’t often get to work out the dominant side of your little switchy personality.”

“I would love that, Mistress!” her eyes lit up, and a devious smile came across her face.

“Well, find a room.  You can have him for an hour, while the boys and I play with his friend.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Maria said to her back, as she turned towards Gail.

As she took off the spreader bar, and reached up to release my hands, I looked her over.  She was about 5” 2” tall, with an olive complexion and straight, dark black hair that fell midway down her back.  I judged her breasts to be a C-cup, with dime-sized pink nipples.  She removed my ball gag, and reached over to turn off the vibrator, then hooked a finger into the D-ring on my collar, “Come along, my little toy.”

We made our way down in to the basement, and to the Milking Room.  Inside was a medical exam table – complete with stirrups – and cuffs. “Up on the table, toy.” She said, then began to expertly secure me. “You will address me as Miss Maria.  I am not a Mistress, and I will not be addressed as such.  I find it disrespectful to those whoa re, like my lovely Mistress Nina.  Now, I hope you’re up for some cock and ball torture.  You see, I’m a cum slut…I LOVE to cum.  And in order to break me of my habit of sucking and fucking every cock I come across, Ms. Nina has had me in chasity for the past three months!  I’ve been able to touch cocks, but no tasting, and nothing goes in my pussy.  Have you ever been in chastity, toy?”

“A few days, Miss Maria.  Never for as long as that.”

“Well, it is maddening.  Imagine being teased every day.  Not only by having your cock stroked,” and she gave my pole a long, languorous stroke, “but by seeing  that which yo desire every single day.  You see Mistress Nina has her two little fag slaves walk around naked all the time.  And while she teases my wanton pussy, I’m forced to watch them pleasure each other.”  She sighed, “So, whenever I have the chance, I just have to torture them.”  I hadn’t seen her grab the cock whip, but I let out a sharp scream when she brought it down on my unprotected balls, hanging over the edge of the exam table.

“Oh, was that too much,” she flicked it hard against my balls again.  “Maybe we should warm you up a little.”

She began whipping slowly up my shaft, softer now, making me grunt instead of scream.  When she got to the head, she flicked the small, thin starnds all over it, then back down with a screaming THWACK! to my vulnerable balls.She just continued.  Softly up the shaft, whipping the head, then back down to the balls.  It seemed to go on forever.

       “That cock and those balls are so red now, “she cooed as she began to slowly stroke, “maybe they need a bit of living, hmm?”  She continued to stroke, and listened to my moans and watched my reactions.  As I started to buck my hips, just on the edge of cumming, she stopped. “Uhn Uhn” she said, shaking her head, giggling, “no cummies for you.  She moved back over to the cabinets, and I could hear her rummaging around.  “What else can we find?”

       She came back with a bag of clothespins and began to apply thme all over my cock and balls, humming while she did.I grunted with as each one snapped closed, and kept count in my head.  When she was done, she sat back. “it looks like a deranged Christmas tree!”

       She just sat back on a stool and watched for a few minutes, listening to my groans.  After a while, the numbness took over, and I knew that coming off would be even more painful than going on.

Maria did not disappoint.  She grabbed a craop, and began flicking off each one. I screamed as each one was snapped off, blood rushed back in and the burning consumed me.  She picked them all up and went back to the cabinet.

When she came back, she held a TENS unit in her hand.  “I was going to dosome more teasing and edging, but I don’t know if that cock is ever going to work again.  My, won’t Mistress Kayla be soooo disappointed in her toy?”  She began wrapping two electrode starps around my cock, one just under the head, the other at the base of my shaft. “We need to re-energize it!”  I felt two electrode pads begin attached to my scrotum.  “now, let’s see how high this thing goes.”.

I began to feel a tingling in my balls, that quickly turned to a burning.  She kept that on steady, while she set the cock straps on a pulsating mode.  It was a delicious torture.  Balls on fire, while the pulses in my dick went from the base to the head.  It felt like she was indeed stroking me – while holding a candle on my ball sac.  Pre-cum, began flowing copiously from the tip, and I could feel an orgasm building.  When she knew I was on edge, she stopped, waited about 15 seconds, then started again.  Each edge was coming on quicker, until after the seventh, I had a continual feeling like I was about the erupt.  She made me ride that edge for what seemed forever, before she shut everything down, packed it up.

She had grabbed a parachute ball stretcher from the cabinet, hooked it on, and began dangling weights off of it.  I couldn’t see, but it fel like she’d attached a bowling ball.  My balls were pulled down and hanging towards the floor, while he stroked and edged me again.  It was driving me insane.  And I had no illusions that the edging would end with an soul wrenching orgasm.

“Are you’re balls sore, toy?” she asked, while she squeezed and kneaded them after taking the parachute harness off. “Or are they just swollen with all that cum?  I can feel them churning away.”  Then she walked back over to the cabinet, “Oh, what do we have here?”

Just then the door opened, and Mistress Nina stood there, “Come along, Maria.  Time to finish up.”

“Oh, too bad, toy!” she said as she began to untie me, “I was just about to pull out the sounding rods.  I was going to fuck your cock!”

She grabbed the D-ring on my collar, and I hobbled back upstairs after her.  Gail was nowhere to be seen – I guess someone else had scooped her up after Mistress Nina had finished with her.  Ball gag back in, I was secured again to the spreader bars.  I stood there, trying to recover, the ache in my balls starting to subside, when the butt plug in my ass started to vibrate.  Mistress Kayla began walking across the room, a wicked grin on her face, the remote in her hand.

“Are you having fun, my pet”, she whispered in my ear, nibbling on it and my neck.

I nodded and moaned a yes through my gag.

“Did Maria torture your balls, baby?, she asked as she fondled them, “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be fine later.  I think I’ll find that strumpet and give her some pussy torture payback.  Would you like me to do that for you?”  she laughed and walked away, leaving the butt plug vibrating in my ass.

I don’t know how long I was there for.  At some point, I felt the vibrator mercifully turn off.