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Dueling Bozos I sat nervously inside my car, eyes darting back and forth between the agonizingly slow movement of my dashboard clock and the white cardboard box on the passenger seat emblazoned with the name and logo of Mazzeo's Bakery. It was only minutes now till my appointed time and I checked once more in my mirror to make sure my manscara and guyliner were still perfect then opened the door. As I marched up the stairs to her studio the scrumptious odors from the bakery box wafted up and into my nostrils. Inside the box were one half dozen of the absolutely finest cannelloni baked in the city. The little fried pastry dough tubes were filled with sweetened Mascarpone then blended with vanilla, chocolate, pistachio, Marsala wine and rosewater. I'd even asked the ancient baker to include chocolate chips on three of the desserts as an extra tribute to my Mistress Louise. The pastries were Her idea and made me hope Her diabolical mind had dreamed up some new and exciting test of my obedience. I reached her door and to my surprise saw another gentleman standing at Her threshold with a similar box clutched between his hands. “Hi,” he said, “What's in the box”? “Cannelloni, the very finest in the land, the best dessert on earth”. The stranger laughed in my face. “What nonsense, this is the finest dessert in the land,” he added opening his box to show me a splendid Tiramisu, a ladyfinger cake dipped in coffee and cream and fragrant with sugar, rum, and cocoa. “It's a gift for my beautiful Mistress Louise,” his finger moved toward the doorbell, but I got there first. “You're mistaken young man; I have an appointment here today”. He glared at me. “No me,” he insisted. “Me,” I retorted. “No me”. “ME, you fool”! Just then the door opened and a husky voice full of authority said, “Shut up, both of you, and follow me”. Life is often full of surprises, but the sight of an almost completely naked Louise is the most thrilling surprise of all and as She walked into the studio on ridiculously high-heeled slippers we both panted, mesmerized by the tick-tick-tick movement of Her full saucy rump. She ordered us to undress then did a quick inspection, pinching this, and patting that, laughing as She does so often. “Fancy this is Frederick, Frederick this is Fancy, as you can both see neither of you has a lot to be proud of”! I looked over at Frederick just in time to see his cock wilt at Her words while my own silly device began its first drip of the day. “Yet I am fond of both of you, despite your shortcomings, and have chosen the pair of you to amuse Me today. We shall have a little contest. She waived Her arm to the center of the room where a straight back wooden chair rested with two paper plates on the floor below. Next to the chair was a pail of brine holding several evil-looking green bamboo canes capable of leaving a pair of buttocks welted and bruised. Moving out from the chair on the floor was a pathway that led out of the main room back outside and down the hallway then into the second entry door. The path would wind through every room in the studio, each designed with its own theme and containing those implements and devices that put fear in to boys like us. The path was perhaps three feet wide and made up of any number of annoying sharp little objects; staples, peanut shells, popcorn kernels. “Are you up to it boys, up to a challenge?” She pinched my right nipple till I squealed then gave Frederick's cock a good slap as the member had moved to a rude horizontal. “I'm going to win Mademoiselle, whatever the contest, whatever the rules,” I said full of confidence and spirit. “Will not,” Frederick spat. “Will too”! “Will not”! “Will too”! Louise gathered a long handled wooden paddle from a wall rack with a look of disinterested annoyance on Her beautiful face. Frederick's eyes grew wide with fear yet he immediately and obediently took position for punishment like an errant schoolboy and it was at that precise moment that I realized how similar we were, that he in fact was as devoted to Louise as I was myself and quite assuredly loved Her no less. I qued up next to him bending forward and grasping my ankles in similar fashion making sure my back was arched properly and the muscles of my legs stretched to the maximum so that my bottom was presented in a high and favorable position to receive a hot dozen. Both Frederick and I whimpered as She swatted our rumps but neither of us begged Her to stop, not that any pleas would have been answered and when She was done we were left glassy eyed and clutching our sore little buttocks, but aroused beyond belief. She knew how to fuel our Masochism and the results were evident between our legs. We both stiffened in response to Her dominance while drinking in Her beauty like thirsty Bedouins at the end of a desert journey. I can't describe how I melt when She gets tough like that, Wonder Woman tough, but it's been like that right from the start, since our first session when She laid down the rules, yet today She was even more powerful, more potent. Her eyes were sparkling a thousand shades of brown like light flickering through the painted-glass windows of a cathedral, Her nostrils flared like an animals, a sheen of perspiration glimmered on bits of Her skin. She was Mademoiselle Exhibitionist Supreme capable of teasing boys like us to near lunacy and more than happy to do just that! Her glimmering shoulders were pulled back sharply so that Her little perfect breasts poked at us prominently and the room was thick with Her precious and potent scent, always sensual today She was warm-wet like a Goddess ready for orgasm. Her movements were like a Burlesque performer on the runway, all bumps and grinds and curves of smooth velvety skin. She prepared the stage where we would all perform as actors in Her dark play, moving with slow precise movements as though every prop had to be positioned perfectly. Each of our pastry boxes was carefully opened and She bent over to place half of the cannelloni’s on one plate and half the Tiramisu on the other then placed the remaining pastries on the seat of the wooden chair. Before Louise straightened up She looked back over Her shoulder at the two of us panting fools, captivated by the vision of what was surely the most beautiful spot on earth. “One of you will find a reward today, the other will earn a good flogging”, She said. “I adore foot worship; find it to be better than sex if done properly. It makes my pussy tingle. Are one of you boys capable of making my pussy tingle”? We both began to hyperventilate. Louise stepped on to the first plate and then the second steadying Herself as the flaky pastry and delightful creams squished up between Her toes. She lowered Herself very slowly till She hovered a few inches above the seat of the wooden chair then with a giggle and a delightful plop drop Her goodies on to our goodies. She wiggled and giggled again, then let out a little shriek that told me one of the chocolate chips had found a home. Frederick and I trembled and drooled at the obvious intentions of this pageantry. We would be pitted against each other in a contest to lick Her feet clean with the winner being allowed to lick even further, perhaps fulfilling our dearest fantasies. There is a duel ending, which slave will tell the rest of the story? |