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Returned to the Master i appeared as ordered, naked. Mistress Louise say on an easy chair with the red-haired Terri snuggled on Her lap, dressed in a school girl uniform. "Are you ready, fancy?" She asked, "To perform for Me?" my head nodded in complete agreement and obedience. "Good then. It's time, it is time to come take your boy," She announced. i've never understood Her mystical powers. It had been obvious to me for forever that She could read my mind, at least the dark side. But when my former Master, Mark, walked into the room, i was unnerved. my jaw dropped and my cock rose and i almost trembled with anticipation. Mistress had said She wanted to see me serve a Master. But how did She know about him, or find him? i was here to be degraded and humiliated for Her amusement. He would make me grovel and beg, then beat me for my failures. But She really wanted to watch me being fucked and i loved Her for Her cruelty. my mind raced back to our first awkward meeting. He was my age, but appeared much younger. His body was swimmer lean, with well-defined small muscles that masked their strength. His face was handsome, almost pretty and boyish, some would say effeminate. His light blond hair was worn short. And his eyes sparkled behind wire-rimmed glasses. i loved his easy radiant smile. We cruised each other, then made small useless conversation till i invited him to my room, and he accepted. i had planned to use him as i had so many other eager boys, but he had a strong Dominant streak that overwhelmed me. i closed my eyes remembering how tightly i had wrapped my legs around his waist and begged. Mark walked around me twice, inspecting slowly, without saying a word. The he stopped to face me. He worked my nipples with a finger and thumb of one hand and stroked my cock with the other. i was growing weaker when he leaned forward and kissed me once with full peppermint lips and a dancing tongue that took my breath away. He placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. "I think you know what to do," he said, then gently pulled my face to his crotch. i sniffed the soft supple leather and rubbed my face over the hard bulge. i fumbled nervously, like a virgin, with sweaty hands. The buttons and zipper fought me, then finally yielded. i snaked the leather jeans down over his small hips till the jeans rested on the top of his high leather boots. Mark's cock was thick and a generous seven inches long, with a lovely full pink head that carried just a drop of pre-cum at the tip. His balls were tiny and tightly stretched in their sack and were supported by a wide brass metal cock-ring. i knew i should worship them first; it was his rule. So with a slave's natural rebelliousness, i resisted his will by going first to his cock, knowing i would be punished for my disobedience. His reaction was swift. Mark moved back quickly, sat on a small bench, and threw me over his left knee in one motion. He pinned my legs with his other leg and twisted my right arm behind my back. my head rested on the floor and i tried to use my free arm for balance. His stiff cock throbbed against my belly; he raised his right arm very high and i arch with all my strength to offer my buttocks. Mistress Louise nodded approvingly. She was a firm believer in the therapeutic value of bare-bottom spankings. All Her girls were spanked daily and the naughtiest twice. She followed suit by moving Terri off Her lap to the bottoms-up position, folded back the pleated plaid skirt and rested Her hand on the snug cotton panties. She wouldn't spank now, but a good lesson would be learned, and the freckled bottom did feel delicious. i howled when the first slap arrived. His hand was as hard as an oak paddle. i wanted to kick my legs, but couldn't. i wanted to beg forgiveness, but knew that i would only be allowed to do that when i was raw and blistered. Mark spanked me for a full ten minutes, well over two hundred smacks, till i was crying and trembling. The slaps echoed off the studio walls barely masked by the music from the stereo. my rump grew hotter and hotter with my passions. The only thing i was aware of was his throbbing cock and my burning rump under my complete and utter submission. Terri's eyes grew wide, watching the discipline. She had been spanked by Mistress Louise, but never with this intensity. It was oddly exciting watching fancy's bottom turn from white to pick then to crimson. She started rubbing herself against Mistress's thigh without even thinking, lost in thoughts about receiving this kind of harsh punishment. Mistress Louise paid close attention to the slave girl's reactions. "As I thought," She mused. Her hand moved lower to rub the damp cotton fabric between her legs. He pushed me off his lap and i scurried to take position between his legs, lowering my head to lap like a beaten animal. my tongue licked the tight little sack, then spanked it softly. i bathed every inch of his balls. i sucked them one at a time, then together, hard. my eyes moved up to his and got a not of approval to move on. i took his cock so deep into my mouth, i gagged. Then licked it from base to tip and top to bottom. Mark stood up and cradled my head in his hands. i held onto his muscled thighs then crept slowly around to cup his plump buttocks. i pulled him fully into my mouth till my nose rested against his soft brown pubic hairs. We worked like a well-oiled machine with a piston-like movement. His cock was sweet tasting and incredibly hard and smooth. my tongue glided over the shaft to bring him pleasure. i probably looked disgusting with spittle dribbling from my moaning mouth, it didn't matter. i had humbled myself before for this cock. Allowed myself to be led by the hand into the men's room at gloomy leather bars to kneel on the damp cement floors. Allowed myself to be bent over in dim lit alleys to an audience of horny men stroking their cocks. my wet mouth moved faster and faster and i stared up imploringly at my Master for some sign of satisfaction. But all i saw was his scowling face telling me, "Keep it up, you little cocksucker." Mistress Louise squealed excitedly, "Terri, look how greedy our sweet fancy has become." She undid the top buttons of Terri's cotton shirt, then reached inside to scoop out a round little breast and ran Her fingernail over the nipple till it perked. Her head lowered to taste the pink fruit and made slurping sucking sounds that mimicked my own efforts. i thought, "Who's greedy now, Mistress?" Mark pulled away, then set the familiar spanking bench on the floor facing Mistress. i took my usual position with my thighs spread wide and my head resting in the U shaped slot. He busied himself at the sink, preparing an old-fashioned barber cup and brush with hot water, then mixed it to his desired lather. When he returned to the bench, he said simply, "Help your Master." my hands shot back to my rump and spread myself open just as i looked up to see Mistress Louise mouth the words, "Good boy." Mark lathered me like a professional, then sharpened his straight edge razor against a leather strap. The music from the stereo stopped as his began scraping the glistening blade against my skin with a surgeon's precision. Everyone in the room listened to the razor scratch between my cheeks and around the tender opening, across my buttocks and thighs, and even to what hair remained on my balls. It seemed as loud as fingernails on a blackboard. i was completely vulnerable. Spread, sacrificial, wide open, unable to protest and not wanting too. i stared now at Terri; her green eyes seemed glazed with an opiate intensity, then up to Mistress Louise who was triumphant with beauty. Her hand was busy between Terri's legs. The cotton panties were now to mid-thigh and Terri's pink shaven sex glowed and glistened with a florescent neon wetness. Marked cleaned me with warm wet towels, patted me dry, then let his index finger enter me to test the resistance. i was tight, but relaxed and well trained. He seemed pleased. Mistress Louise was breathing deeper now and spoke in a husky voice, "Are you ready to take him now, Mark; is it time?" He answered by spitting into his hand and working the slimy fluid into his cock. Terri took a position on the floor, facing me on all fours with her rump very high and her thighs open as wide as mine. She smiled wide making her nose wrinkle; she looked incredibly young to be such an eager slut. Mistress Louise busied Herself with straps and buckles. They entered us together. i could tell by the look on Terri's face that Mistress had chosen the smaller entrance. i wondered if she would climax from the penetration like i would, but knew the answer before the thought left my mind. Four wet bodies slapped together. They both made long, hard movements that made us wince with pleasure-pain, then left us wanting as the cock withdrew. Mark would stop from time to time and i could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It was hard and alive. i used all my concentration to squeeze it. i wanted it to last forever. Mistress Louise was glowing. Her smile was wide as a Cheshire cat's, and She cried with short throaty moans. The cocks moved at a maddening pace, spreading us, rewarding us. Louise was breathing heavily and almost laughing with Her arousal. Mark began making animal sounds that mixed with Terri's purrs and my whinnies. She began Her final rhythm and Mark mimicked the short grinding pumps. The cock was firmly planted between Mistress' legs now, rubbing Her to climax. Terri screamed with each rotating motion. Each pump pushed Terrie closer and closer to me, till our lips met. She kissed me once, softly. As the black rubber cock explored deeper and deeper inside her, she bit hard into my lower lip. So we were joined together, a chain of Dominants and submissives. Mark reached around to stroke me just as Mistress Louise rubbed Her fingers on Terri's swollen clit. The room was filled with grunts and groans and screams and sighs. Terri and i whimpered in appreciation and our Masters moaned with pleasure. All i remember after that was a small trickle of blood from lip, and a warm, sticky feeling inside of me. |