The drive to Cheryl’s home on Saturday afternoon gave me time to reflect on my femdom activity from a week ago last Thursday. I was eagerly looking forward to another session. The anticipation of another humiliating, degrading, embarrassing and generally self-destructive submission session to the two dominatrix sisters had me both excited and nervous.
Last week’s activities had seen my anus invaded with several hair brush handles, my ass spanked bright pink, and finally a degrading ass kicking by one sister while I sucked the toes of the other sister. A had two orgasms during my first hour and a half session. I was forced to submit by being outwitted by Cheryl, who had in her possession several still shots of my ass and a jack-off video I’d sent her, thanks to my male hornyness. As a result, I had no choice to but to submit to her every sadistic whim, or my video would end up on my bosses computer, who was also a female. Thinking back over the last session, I couldn’t deny to myself that I enjoyed being sexually abused.
I pulled into Cheryl’s driveway wondering what lay in store for me this time. Cheryl greeted me with a knowing smile. I got on my hands and knees in the doorway and kissed her bare feet in way of greeting, as she had demanded. Sandy was also there, and I kissed her feet as well. We moved to the screened in porch, which overlooked the lake, where several boaters and skiers were enjoying the Saturday afternoon.
In the middle of the room was a complicated looking exercise apparatus, with an adjustable bench and metal bars with many lengths of ropes dangling here and there.
Cheryl said, “Okay, Ted, this is where you strip naked for us.” I eagerly striped my clothes off and in no time I was stark naked in front of the two gorgeous females, both about 5’6”, b-cups, one blond, the other a strawberry blond, both sporting nice curves and wearing tight black yoga pants that did little to hide their assets. I don’t think they were wearing bras, and certainly no panties or thongs. “Lay down on your back on the bench.”
I did so, and they cranked it up higher to about the height of their hips. They strapped my ankles to the padded bench, legs together, and tied my hands under the bench. Helpless, I wondered and waited to see what was going to happen to me. Cheryl began to fiddle with some Vaseline and various objects which were foreign to me, and Sandy meanwhile began to play with my balls and cock. It didn’t take long for me to get hard. Sandy lightly stroked my cock to a raging hard-on, so hard that when she let go, it stayed suspended above my belly.
“Dickie seems eager for some attention,” Cheryl said sweetly.
“Yes, please,” I agreed. I watched Cheryl holding a long, slender aluminum wand.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this?”
I thought about it for a moment. It was way too narrow to fuck my ass with, so I said, “No.”
“I’m going to fuck your penis.” She looked at my confused expression. “It’s going down your pee hole.”
Yikes! I had never, ever inserted anything there. I hoped she knew what she was doing, and protesting was useless. She had my bare ass over a barrel.
Sandy grasped the base of my hard cock and stood me straight up while Cheryl pinched my cock head between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down a bit, making my penis slit open wider. She dipped the rod into the Vaseline and put it to the top of my cock head and pushed gently at my tiny slit. I put my head back and stared at the ceiling, knowing everything humiliating detail was being filmed.
Sandy kept my cock rock hard with her gently ministrations as Cheryl pushed the rod slowly into my cock. I felt it going deeper and deeper, getting more and more uncomfortable. She withdrew it and re-inserted it several times, each time deeper, and in essence fucking my cock. Finally she got it as deep as she dared while Cheryl gently jacked me off.
“When’s the last time you spurt your cum out?” Cheryl asked hotly.
“When I was here last,” I said.
“Are you sure you didn’t sneak a jack-off session sometime mid-week? Hmmmm? Or maybe your fiancé gave you a blow job?
“No, no. I wanted to wait, to give you a good show.”
Cheryl patted my balls. “These little boys must be bursting at the seams with pent up sperm then, huh?” Sandy giggled. “Oh you poor, poor males, always having to empty your balls of your sperm.
“Yes,” I agreed. Sandy’s administrations to my cock head felt wonderful. I knew I couldn’t hold my cum load in much longer. I wondered how I could cum with that wand down my cock. At that moment, Cheryl withdrew the rod, only to replace it with a plastic corkscrew shaped rod that looked like a big screw. It was wider than the metal one, and it hurt going in. I groaned in protest.
“Relax, you’ll like this. The screw shape of this baby will prevent your cum from exploding back into your bladder by letting it seep out.” She giggled as I squirmed and moaned. Sandy kept administering her gentle hand-job action to my hard, erect cock. “There, it’s seated way down your penis hole.” Oh man, how embarrassing. Cheryl then fucked me with it, slowly so as to not hurt me too much.
I moaned loudly and began humping Sandy’s hand. “Are you getting ready to cum?” Cheryl asked sweetly.
“Yes. Oh it feels sooo good. You make me do it.”
“You want to do it for us, and for the video, isn’t that right?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, I can’t help it. I’m so fucking horny right now.” They giggled as I humped unabashedly.
“We’ll be showing the videos of this and past episodes to many, many people. But he doesn’t care because he’s in heat.” Cheryl deep sixed the corkscrew into my cock, deeper than ever. I moaned. “Do you want Sandy to stop jacking your cock?”
“Oh no, no, please, keep doing me. Rub my cock until I spurt my cum. Please? I’m begging you. Don’t stop.”
“Tell us when.”
“I can feel it rising. Now.” Cheryl slowly withdrew the corkscrew.
Sandy had her other hand under my balls, pressing in on my ‘taint,’ that area between my balls and anus. “I can feel him pulsing,” Sandy declared with a smile. Cheryl had the corkscrew half way out and cum was attached to it. When it was almost all the way out, my cum poured out and around it, then spurt as the tool was withdrawn completely. Sandy kept jacking me until I finished pumping cum. I was sweating mightily in the warm room, my sticky cum pooled at the base of my hard cock. They let me rest as they watched the video of my submissive domination, my cum turning watery and flowing down my flanks, tickling me.
I must have dozed off in the warm room, the sun streaming in from the lake through the screens. Imagine that, falling asleep bound and naked with two clothed females roaming around. There was a knock on the door; maybe a car door slamming had awoken me. A man’s voice. Greetings all around. Footsteps. And me tied naked to the bench, obscenely exposed. Cheryl and Sandy led a man into the room. He took me in, a long look, from head to toe.
Cheryl made the introduction. “Ted, meet our brother, Elliot. Elliot? Ted.” Cheryl was waving her hand expansively, like I was merchandise to be purchased, or more likely, had. “Now, Ted, we have a big surprise for you. Elliot has kindly agreed to help us out in our domination exercises. You see, Elliot is gay, or maybe bi-sexual would be a more accurate term.” The three of them laughed. “Is this going to be a problem for you, Ted? Hmm?”
By answering, I was either going to get fired from work, and humiliated in the process, or submit to this latest insult on my body. “No problem,” I replied.
“Excellent. We’re going to untie you and turn you over. Elliot wants to see your great ass we’ve told him about .” Marvelous. Sandy untied my wrists as Cheryl unstrapped my ankles. I was curious how their brother was going to be able to do this in front of his sisters. I turned over, ass up, belly down, on the padded bench.
Elliot commented, “He does have a very nice ass.” He reached down and squeezed my cheeks.
“Told ya,” Cheryl said.
As is reading my mind, Cheryl explained, “Elliot has been masturbating naked for us since we were in College. He has no qualms performing for us now, about what we want him to do.”
Sandy lowered the bench a bit and arranged for my knees to be bent forward on pads that extended out from beneath the bench, perfectly positioning my ass for a pounding, like a motorcycle rider on one of those crotch rockets. My hands were stretched over my head and tied to a bar. I heard Elliot remove his clothing and cameras being adjusted up on tri-pods.
Cheryl giggled. “My, my, Elliot, you seem eager to do his ass, huh?” I didn’t hear Elliot reply. “Let me do the honors.” The lid on the Vaseline jar came off and I felt a finger rub the goo onto my exposed butt hole. I heard Elliot ask his sisters if they wanted to do the honors. They giggled. “We’re placing a rubber on Elliot’s erect cock, Ted. Okay, all set. Go to town in his ass, Elliot, the way you gay boys do it.” The three of them laughed.
The moment of truth. Actually, my fiancé, early on anyway, had this fetish about watching a guy do me in the ass, then having me suck him off. I told her as long as there was at least one woman in the room, I’d agree to it. Nothing ever came of it though, as often is the case with fantasies. I figured all I had to do was grimace and bear this gay act. I figured if I pretended it was the hair brush handles they had fucked me with last week, maybe I could even enjoy it. Anyway, I had no choice, tied up as I was. And so far, I loved the domination.
I felt Elliot place his hand on my shoulder. And I felt his penis on my anus. I tried to relax.
“Now, Ted, invite Elliot to fuck your ass. Ask nicely now,” she suggested sternly.
“Yes, please stick your cock in my ass. Fuck me, please.” My face burned with embarrassment.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Elliot said coolly. He started to push it in. It hurt something awful. His was big, no doubt about it. Long minutes later, he had sunk his hard cock all the way up in my ass. I gripped the bar tight, bearing it as best I could. My ankles were similarly tied down. I was immobile, and unable to resist. He left his cock embedded in my ass for long minutes.
“Ted, now beg him to begin fucking your anus.”
How degrading. “Please, Elliot,” I moaned loudly, “please fuck me. Fuck me long and hard with your big, hard dick.”
Elliot withdrew and slowly pushed back in. “He’s so tight,” Elliot moaned.
Cheryl laughed. “Maybe because you’re so damn big.” The girls giggled. Elliot slowly withdrew and pushed his cock back in a second time. He was going slow at first, breaking me in. I imagined the sight in my mind what the girls were witnessing, a raging hard-on invading my ass. After about five minutes, I loosened up, and he had an easier time of it. I gave up, finally, and submitted to the ass fucking. Elliot picked up the pace, his balls slapping my butt, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of my ass hole. He straddled me then, his knees bent over my naked and abused body, his hands holding me tight at my waist. He was humping me madly now.
“Elliot, stop now. Pull out before you come.” Oddly it was Sandy who gave that order; usually it was Cheryl. I felt his cock vacate my anus. The girls untied me, and turned me over, my hands once again pulled tight over my head, and my knees drawn up and tied, legs wide apart. Without waiting for a command, Elliot reentered my anus and humped me hard. My cock was soft. “Stop for a minute, Elliot, Jeese-ow, you horny bastard.” Elliot kept his cock in me but stopped humping. “Cheryl, make Ted hard.”
Cheryl played with my dick for a minute, but couldn’t make it hard. Sandy said, “You know what you have to do.” Cheryl shrugged, and took my flaccid penis into her mouth and began flicking her tongue all over my dick head, and sucking me off. It was too much. I grew hard very quickly. She pulled me out of her mouth and applied lotion to my cock. “Now Ted, masturbate while Elliot finishes fucking your ass.”
Crap. But I complied. I jacked my cock as Elliot resumed his insistent invasion of my anus. He was watching me jack my cock. It felt good, actually, and I jack hammered my cock. Elliot seemed fascinated with me masturbating and he pounded my ass faster and harder. He slapped my butt hard at times. After a few minutes of Elliot going fast and furious, he withdrew, yanked off the condom, and spurt his stream of cum all over my cock and hand and lower abdomen. I looked at the women staring in awe at the scene. I used his semen to lubricate my cock and I continued to jack my cock.
“Feel good, Ted?” Cheryl asked, giggling. I saw her whisper in Elliot’s ear. Elliot came to stand along the side of my head. He took his cock and bent down, and put it to my lips. Jeese, now I was to suck cock? But I was horny, almost at my climax. Damn them for know my weakness, everyman’s weakness. That moment I would do anything for them. I opened my mouth and he stuck his semi-flaccid cock in. I closed my lips around his cock head and sucked him off. He grew hard again and fucked my mouth, but the sensation was too much for him, having just had an orgasm. He withdrew after a couple of minutes. Then it was my turn.
“I’m coming,” I crowed. “Now.” The three of them were leaning over my naked body to watch. I spurt a small, watery load onto my belly. The cameras caught everything. Elliot swatted my butt one last time and said, “Thanks for the ride, Ted. Anytime you want another go, just let me know. You’re a good sport.”
He got dressed, but not me. I was still tied to the bench. They sat down on the chairs and couch and drank beers as I stewed naked, ignoring me, my knees drawn up and spread, hands tied over my head, and suffered the sticky semen and lubrication on my belly and anus. As I lay there, degraded and humiliated and soiled, I thought about the fact that I’d just had gay sex. I couldn’t grasp the reality of it, doing such a taboo thing.
“I need to pee,” I said urgently, after I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. The three of them got up and came over.
“So, pee,” Cheryl said.
“Here? Like this?” I asked incredulously.
“Or not,” she said flippantly, but stood there watching anyway.
I let lose, the urine pouring onto my belly and down my flanks and under my back and onto the floor.The three of them laughed, watching my embarrassment. They went back to the couches to finish their beers.
I closed my eyes and drifted off. A awoke with a start, with the two ladies standing over me. Elliot had apparently left.
“You stink of semen and pee,” Cheryl stated. She began wiping the drying goo off my belly and penis as Sandy held the camera and taped it. She wiped my anus while Sandy untied me. “Come on, we’re giving you a shower, but first wipe up your pee of the mat.” I used the paper towels and some disinfectant wipes given me. That done, they took my hands and dragged me upright. My legs were cramped from being in that position for so long. At least an hour. I’d gotten here at 3 pm and it was approaching 7. They led me to the master bathroom, cranked on the shower and shoved my naked body under the hot water. They watched me soap up the washcloth and scrub the last 4 hours of sexual activity off. It was erotic, them watching me take a shower. That accomplished, Cheryl turned the water off.
She produced a douche bag, hung it on the shower head. It was already filled with water. “Bend over,” she commanded. She put some lubricant on the small wand, and positioned it to my anus. She shoved it in with ease, turned the valve, and water flooded into my anus and intestines. “Hold it in for as long as you can.”
Above five minutes later, I was cramping. “I need to use the toilet,” I complained.
“Oh no you don’t, just squat in the shower. We want to watch you expel it.” Sandy giggled, making sure the camera was working properly. So I squat a little and let it lose. Water poured out of my anus. When I was done, Cheryl turned the shower back on and I washed the Vaseline off my butt hole. I dried with a towel Cheryl tossed to me. “Okay, back out to the workout room.”
I marched in front of them, keenly aware they were not only filming me, but also looking at my butt. “Lie face down,” Cheryl commanded. I didn’t know how much more torture I could handle. My ass hole hurt badly. Cheryl put her hands on my shoulders and massaged me. Sandy massaged my legs and butt. It was heaven. It felt so good. Eventually they turned me over and continued. For fifteen minutes I luxuriated in two gorgeous women massaging my naked muscles. They merged at my groin, massaging my balls, lower abdomen, rubbing their hands though my short pubic hair and pressing on my hip bones. I got a hard-on. Cheryl took my hard cock and twisted it back and forth, a form a penis massage.
I had my eyes closed when suddenly a device was placed over my erect cock. I looked at it. It was a combination of a fake pussy and a vacuum pump. Cheryl shoved it down to my belly, and my cock showed in the clear plastic tube. Above that was the vacuum hose. She turned it on. I had never seen such a thing, but as Cheryl slowly moved it up and down, I felt it go to work. There must have been ball bearings rotating in the base of it, like a neck messager. It felt wonderful on my cock. As Cheryl slowly moved it up and down, my cock would disappear and reappear in the clear tube. I felt the suction from the vacuum trying to empty by cum gland.
In no time I was moaning and humping the device. But I knew, having shot my cum twice, that it might be a while before I shot a third load.
“Look, he has pre-cum already.” I was wrong. I felt the urgency, and let it show. I humped it madly as Cheryl held it steady. They giggled at my urgency.
“Show me your butt, Cheryl.”
“What did you just say to me?” She demanded angrily. She slapped my face.
“I need help coming. Please, pull your yogas down and show me your fine ass.”
There was silence for a moment, then Sandy said, “I’ll do it.” I looked over her in anticipation. If I had to rate their asses, I’d have to say it was a dead heat. Sandy came to stand at my head while Cheryl continued with her machine on my cock. “So you want to see my ass, huh?”
“Oh god yes, do it quickly before I cum,” I moaned. Now all I had to do was hold out for a bit, though the damn fake pussy felt so good. She turned around and lifted the workout shirt she was wearing to just under her breasts and bunched it up so it would stay put, exposing her back. I was fixated on her nice ass, looking at her curves in the yoga pants. She backed up.
“Kiss my ass.” I did so, numerous times, and breathed in deeply, my nose in her butt crack. She slowly lowered her pants. I saw the top of her butt crack, then more.
“Hurry, I’m gonna cum.” She lowered them to half way down her butt. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum. I’m coming, now!”
Cheryl said over my exclamations, “Do it. Fuck this fake pussy. Come in it. Do your disgusting male thing. You’re a pig. You’d fuck farm animals if you knew you could get off. You’d do anything to get off, wouldn’t you?” Cheryl laid on the criticism of the male sex mechanism.
“Yes, I would. I’ll do anything to cum. Watch me cum. Ohhhh, it’s rising, god that feels good. Now, ohhhh.” I shot my wad into that plastic tube as they watched. How degrading, coming in a plastic pussy. I loved it.
When I was done, Sandy pulled her pants back up and Cheryl took the device apart and placed a cap on the plastic tube. “I’m saving this cum for all time. If I want, I can prove you were here and spurt in it.” I lay back, drained, literally. Cheryl left to hide her trophy and Sandy positioned the cameras. She came over and stood by me, gazing at my nude body. She produced a whip. She slapped it on my chest and dragged it over my nipples. She slapped it on my genitals several times. She undid my restraints.
“Turn over,” she said softly. I did as she asked. “This will probably hurt,” she said apologetically. She had the pleasure whip ready and began lightly whipping my ass, back and legs. It stung a little. “You’ve been very naughty today, haven’t you, asking to see my ass?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You need punishment, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groaned under the strikes of the whip.
“You’re a sexual deviant, you realize, right? Therefore I’m going to have to really tan your fanny.”
For long minutes I suffered the punishment, squirming under the relentless blows, mostly to my ass. Then it mercifully ended. Cheryl had been watching as Sandy untied me and I stood up. She said, “Now for your final punishment. Come along.” I followed her naked to the screen door leading to the small deck facing the lake. The lake water was no more than 50 feet or so away from the deck. She went outside. “Come along, slut. Lay face down on the chaise.”
It was at the edge of the low deck nearest the lake. I did as she asked. She tied one arm to the chaise. Cheryl said, “It’s a fine summer evening; pretty soon people will be about, walking the beach. They’ll be sure to see you lying naked here.” She and Sandy retreated back to the porch and sat down to watch.
Sure enough, two women, mothers probably, MILFS for sure, walking their dogs strolled by and one of them gasped in shock. They stopped and were pointing at me. They hesitated then approached the deck and climbed the two steps.
“Why are you lying here in the nude?” one giggled. The other had her phone out taking several pictures.
“It’s a long story,” I mumbled.
The one with the camera said, “Could you turn over for me?” The nerve of the woman. But I did anyway, and both giggled as she took pictures. “I’ve got to send these to Beth; she won’t believe it.”
“And Charlotte.” Both giggled and walked off the deck, waving and laughing. I suffered two more humiliating encounters with women, one alone, and three in the other group. Thankfully no men or children., and they didn’t take pictures. They kinda just shyly looked long and hard, waved and laughed. Finally after 45 minutes, Sandy came out and allowed me back in. Cheryl had my clothes in her arms.
“Ted, here’s your wallet and keys and shoes. You’re going to drive home stark naked.” She tossed my stuff to the floor at my feet. “Those are your only covering.” I looked outside, it was dusk, but not dark yet. “Your session is over, and we have things to do. You must leave. Now. I stooped to put on my shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and left the house. The door closed and locked behind me. I was naked and feeling even more exposed than I did on the deck, and hurried to my car and got in.
At the first light I came to, a SUV pulled up on my left. It had 4 college aged girls in it. They were drinking beers. I heard the one riding shotgun, “Hey, that guy’s naked!” I groaned. I was behind another car and couldn’t move. She opened the passenger door, got out, and held her phone to my window. I put it down. She leaned in and took a picture of me with my hand over my crotch. “Aw come on, let me see the package.”
“Five bucks,” I demanded on a whim.
“I’ll give you ten if I can see your butt too.”
“So how am I going to do that?” I asked, already blowing her off and rolling the window back up.
“Wait, follow us then.” The light turned and they pulled ahead of me, and turned on the next side street. I followed. What the hell was I doing? I honestly didn’t know. Hadn’t I had enough attention to my naked body already?
The houses were pretty far apart, and they pulled to a stop on the opposite side of the street between two houses with lots of foliage and an empty park on the other side of the road. All four girls jumped out and surrounded my car. I got out and let them see me naked. Each took numerous pictures of everything. They crowded closer, and began feeling my butt up. “Hey, ladies, please ….” My protests did little to stop them. The one who’d spied me reached down and felt my package up. The others were rubbing their hands all over me, but mostly on my butt and stomach.
“He’s getting hard,” the first picture taker declared. More flashes from the phones. Before I knew it I was rock hard and she was jacking me off. She dropped to her knees in the grass and took me in her mouth and sucked on my dick. More pictures were taken. After a minute, she passed me off to another. The second woman was more talented. In a daze, I began humping her face while the other three giggled. They were videoing me now. A third woman knelt and took her turn with my cock, bobbing her head up and down eagerly on my erection. Then she quit and they had to coax and persuade the fourth girl to do me. She protested she’d never done that before to a guy. They pushed he her knees and she took my cock in her hand. One used her cell phone as a flashlight as it was almost completely dark out now. Finally, she tentatively took my cock head into her mouth. She tasted it, and sucked on it. They gave instructions. She bobbed her head up and down on me, taking more and more of me into her mouth and throat. Then she let me go.
The first girl to suck me off took my arm and led me around to the front of my car and placed her elbows on the hood. “Pull my bathing suit down and fuck me,” she said hotly. Did she have no shame? Well, I guess I didn’t either. She was wearing a bikini and I yanked her bottoms down and off. She took my cock and pulled me into her wet pussy. More filming. I fucked her hard. I played with her big tits and pulled her top off. She arched her back in pleasure to better display her tits and met my humping thrusts. I reached down and fingered her clit while I humped her and pinched her left nipple hard. She moaned loudly. The girls giggled drunkenly, feeling and swatting my ass.
“I’m coming,” she moaned loudly. I kept my finger working her clit and she squirt a stream of her pussy juice out for all to see.
“Damn, girl,” one said and they all laughed.
“Now I’m coming,” I moaned triumphantly.
“Pull out,” she demanded. So I did, and jacked myself a few times and squirt my cum on to her right butt cheek. My fourth orgasm this afternoon. I patted her butt as she put her suit bottoms back on. The party was over. They headed back to their car.
“Say, you got any extra clothing I can use?”
“Nope, Sorry. But you can have this towel. It’s still wet though. We went swimming. Why are you driving around naked anyway?” one of them asked.
“Long story.”I wrapped the towel around me to hide my nudity, got back in the car and headed home. They followed me for a while and I flashed them one more time at their incessant badgering at every stop light.
One yelled, “We want to see your boner again.” I shook my head no and waved bye. I doubt I could have gotten one even if I wanted to. It dawned on me I didn’t get my $10.00.
The End
