Beneath n's hiking clothes the tight rubber gripped every inch of her smooth flesh. n was happy for the crisp air of early Spring but even so she could feel the rivers of sweat running down her legs into her boots.

It didn't help that her Sir carried remote controls to the vibrators plugging both holes and pressed against her clit and that the Sadistic so-and-so was ramping them up every time he heard other hikers approaching only to stop when they got close.

"p-p-please... Sir..." n begged. n knew that her pleas would be denied but she also knew how much they aroused him. n loved the ways the words made her Sir's eyes sparkle and glow with desire. Struggling to hold back the orgasms that had been building all day, n dropped to her knees and bowed her head in submission, "p-p-please, Sir... n will do anything Sir wants, just..."

The voices approaching had gotten quite a bit louder and they could hear their laughter. It was all women!

Reaching down Sir hooked a finger into n's collar and pulled her to her feet. "I should let you stay down there so they can see what a good little slavegirl looks like."

n blushed deeply. The thought of strangers, especially other women, seeing the part of her that she had to hide from the rest of the world, sent a gush of heat to her middle. 'If only...' she thought.

And then they appeared and immediately silenced the laughter and chatter at the sight of Sir and His n.

They were two couples and they clearly had NO intention of running into anyone else this far into the forest.

Two of the women were dressed in leather, one in red and the other in black. They wore knee-high combat boots, short skirts, and bustiers.

Their two companions, who they led on leashes, wore considerably less. Their outfits matched their Mistress' in color if not in scope. The girl in red wore a leather harness and a red slave collar. At the sight of n and her Sir, she blushed to a collar almost as deep as the leather of her harness.

The slavegirl in black wore a similar outfit and one could see that the strap that went down between her legs was holding a rather large device inside her vagina.

"Good afternoon, Mistresses." Sir said, carefully meeting their eyes and avoiding ogling their companions.

"Afternoon, " they answered together, still a bit wary.

"n, greet the Mistresses properly."

Knowing what her Sir expected since he'd taken her to munches and bondage clubs, n dropped to her knees, lowered her gaze, cleared her throat, and softly said, "Good afternoon, Mistress. Good afternoon, Mistress."

Red and Black were slightly impressed that n had addressed each separately. This girl had been well trained.

Reaching down, Sir tugged on the collar of n's plaid flannel shirt and told her, "I don't think n needs to cover up anymore. Stand up and strip."

n blushed, not with embarrassment but with arousal, and hopped to her feet to happily shed the 'costume' that hid her REAL clothes.

Sir didn't need to watch, he knew how obedient n was. Instead he watched the faces of the four women. The Domme's faces seemed to relax a little as they saw the rubber bodysuit come into view.

Their subs’ heads were bowed submissively but he saw them stealing glances.

Untying her hiking boots, n kicked them aside and when she unbuckled her belt the heavy pants fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

"Standing presentation, " Sir ordered and n took the pose she'd been trained to assume: feet slightly wider apart than shoulder width, fingers intertwined at the back of her head.

Realizing they were with kindred spirits the two beautiful Dominatrices smiled and introduced themselves to Sir as Martina and the redhead as Rachel.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mistress Martina, Mistress Rachel, " Sir answered, “n calls me Sir but to everyone else, I’m just SF.”

Their laughter was musical, "No need for such formalities among us Doms. Just Martina and Rachel."

"And this is n, " he added.

Both women's eyes were drawn to the devices attached to her loins, obviously curious.

"n. Feet further apart, " Sir ordered, adding towards the Dommes, "Feel free to check her out."

The two handed him the leashes leading to their slaves and bent down to examine the devices held into and against n’s loins.

n, quite used to being exhibited and always aroused by it, fought the urge to look down at them as they poked and prodded the rubber pants that gripped her crotch.

And that of course, was the exact moment the Sadist chose to push all three buttons on the device in his pocket, buzzing them loudly to life in the still forest.

The sudden sound startled the women and they yanked their fingers back laughing.

Rachel traced her fingers over the bulges beneath the black rubber, asking, "Three?"

Sir answered in the affirmative and Martina asked, "How long?"

"I put them in right before we left her house. So about two, two and a half hours."

"No, " the raven-haired beauty asked, “how long since you let her cum?"

"Oh yeah. That was Tuesday. So five days."

"Five DAYS?" the redhead asked, "Is she being punished?"

Mercifully, Sir shut off the machines. "Oh no, not at all. This is n's gift to me."

The two slave girls glanced at each other, relieved that their Mistresses had never edged them for so long and suddenly terrified that they might be asked to give such a gift to their owners.

"That's such a lovely gift!" Martina enthused. "How long will it be?"

"That's what's so amazing about n, " Sir told them. "she told me there would be no limit. I could keep her on edge for as long as I wanted."

"I'll bet she regrets that now, " Martina chuckled, looking at Her slave.

Sure of n's answer, Sir told her, "Why don't you ask her?"

Pressing on the bulge in the rubber where the vibrator covered her swollen clit, "How about that, n. Do you have any regrets about giving SF such carte blanche? It must be hard."

n didn't hesitate, "Yes, Mistress. Very hard. But i know it gives Sir pleasure and that's all n wants for him."

"Surely there's other ways to give Him pleasure. You've got three fuckable holes, " she said teasingly.

n paused for a split second, unsure how to explain their perfect whateverthehellthisis to an outsider. But her Sir didn't hesitate and rescued her with, "n is gay. So no holes."

Both the Dommes turned to look at this man who had just explained that His submissive lover was gay, AND as far as his cock was concerned, off limits.

Smiling at their quizzical looks, Sir continued. "We met sharing porn online after I'd created a bunch of rubber and vinyl bondage images with AI. n, it turned out had lost her Mistress to the whims of life and geography and work and was adrift with no Dominant in her life and I was willing to fulfill that need even if it meant we'd never have sex."

Martina spoke, "You two realize how incredibly..." Rachel finished, "bizarre and weird and... kind of wonderful that is?"

"Pretty romantic..." one of the subs whispered before realizing she'd not been given permission to speak.

Her Mistress looked over with a scowl, "BAD GIRL! But you're right."

"There must be a lot more to this story and we'd love to hear it all. But night comes quickly in these parts and we'd best be movin' on." Rachel added.

She and Martina retrieved the leashes and went back to their slaves.

Softly, He stroked His submissive’s jaw and told her, "Sir is very proud... and very satisfied with His n and our weird whateverthehellthisis... Sir will let you cum tonight as a reward."

As exciting as that thought was, it hearing that Sir was proud and satisfied that brought a warm glow to n's insides.

"Thank You, Sir. But n's reward is, and always will be, Sir's satisfaction."

Martina approached, pausing a step or two away to take in the strange but obviously genuine affection between this lesbian and her cis straight lover.

"Excuse me, " she interjected.

Sir and his n, still in her presentation pose turned to look at her.

"We've talked it over and we would like you two to join us at our place. It's a couple of ridges over, just outside the National Forest. We have plenty of room and you two will have all the privacy you want."

This last bit seemed slightly incongruous but when Sir looked over He could see n's eagerness in her hazel eyes.

"Sure, that sounds great, " He answered.

"It's about an hour away over some rough terrain but I doubt you'll have much trouble."

n was just happy to be out of those extra clothes and turned to her Sir, "Sir, may your n wear the hood now?"

"Okay, but if you get overheated, you have to tell me."

n took the rubber hood from her pack, which was much smaller than His, and handed it to Him and then bent over and gathered her hair into a pony tail and securing it with an elastic. Sir fed it through the hole in the back of the hood and then stretched open the neck to pull it down over head.

It was open across her eyes but covered her mouth, nose, and entire skull in a tight grip that never ceased to excite her.

Gathering her clothes, Sir rolled them up and put them into her backpack and helped her put it over her shoulders and gestured for the two couples to lead the way.

As they did the two got their first good look at the two slavegirls. They were both very pretty, pretty enough to be the covergirls that they were for European magazines.

And n and Sir's eyes followed down to their perfect asses, both of which still wore the vivid stripes of a recent caning.

From the front, Rachel called, "Try not to get distracted by these naughty girls' butts. There'll be plenty of time for that later, ” laughing slightly.

As warned, the journey over the two ridges, mostly on unmarked trails known only to locals like the two Dommes, was rough. But the sight of the two firm asses, stilled ridged with red weals, was inspiring to both n and her Sir. n had been teased with the possibility of being similarly disciplined by both her Mistress and now her Sir, but neither had ever pressed her about it. Still, looking at those shapely buns, got her thinking about it again.

And those thoughts, even without the heavy civilian clothes she’d worn earlier, soon had more sweat running down the inside of her bodysuit.

‘How would it feel?’

‘Would n cry?’

‘Would it make her cum like the masochists she’d seen in porn?’

n was no stranger to pain. Growing up on a farm it was just part of life and later, in sports, she was always told to “Toughen up.” and “Play through it.” but it had never been erotic.

But those perky behinds, almost close enough to touch, were wreaking havoc with her erotic imagination and twice distracted her enough that she slipped on a wet rock only to be caught by Sir’s strong, comforting arms.

‘Would Sir like to tie her up and whip her or cane her?’ that thought, even as it formed in her mind, was instantly answered. Sir was openly a Sadist and as he had explained at the beginning of their whateverthehellthisis, only if the recipient was excited by it. Sir had had ample opportunity with n to push her into it, but never crossed that line.

More than once, desperate to be allowed to cum, n had thought about trading it for the burning kiss of his hand or even his nine-tailed leather flogger. But never went there.

More than once, with n mummified and teased and tormented with vibrators, Sir had thought about offering that swap. But to him that would be crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. Their whateverthehellthisis was based on trust. More than desire, lust, passion, or even love, the chain that held this gay woman and her cis Dom together was trust. He had never been more satisfied in a relationship. Even with His 24/7 full time slaves. This was magickal and Sir would not be the one to damage it.

At the top of the second ridge the six people took a well-deserved water break. The view was amazing, seeing the rows of mountains reaching off into the mists of the Appalachians to the east.

All three Dominants found seats on rocks and without being told, the three others knelt at their feet.

n was dying to know about the caning but couldn’t find the words to broach the subject. But the Dommes both caught her stealing glances at their subs’ butts.

Addressing her Sir, Martina said, “I believe your sub is dying to know more about those stripes. I’m guessing she doesn’t get punished much. Or just whipped for being too damned sexy.”

“n, do you have a question for our lovely Hostess?”

“Yes, Sir. Mistress... what did they do?”

The dark-haired Dominatrix looked into n’s eyes with a hungry stare that made n’s middle churn.

“Why nothing, you silly goose...”

n’s look revealed her confusion.

“If they’re guilty of anything it’s having those perfectly spankable asses.”

“so you just...”

“Did it for fun? Of course! What’s the point of having a slavegirl if you can’t torture them for fun?”

n knew the answer and was suddenly aware that it was very unlikely she would get through the weekend with her curvy bottom unmarked.

“You can ask them about it. They’re very open about being the bondage and painsluts they are.”

“Freya... Rati... you will answer n’s questions without hesitation and as open and honestly as possible.”

Only then did n realize that she and Sir had never been told their names or heard them speak.

Martina knew the admonitions were not necessary. It was more theater for n’s benefit than anything.

“S, Rachel, I think the girls will be less inhibited without their owners present so why don’t the three of us leave them alone for a moment. I think if we get on top of those boulders over there we can see our little place.”

The three Dominants clambered up towards the rounded granite that was the highest point at this end of the ridge, leaving the slaves alone.

Rati, the dark-haired one spoke first, her voice was almost musical with a slight Hindi accent.

“So you are really gay? And your um... Master or Sir or whatever you call him is straight... and he’s NEVER tried to fuck you?”

Freya’s accent was Swedish and she added, “you are incredibly fuckable, you know. But He never...”

Rati added, “He must have been tempted...”

n blushed at the compliment. “I don’t know. If he has been, he’s never brought it up.”

“I hope you realize you belong to a unicorn, ” Freya added.

And yes, though she’d never used that word for him, n knew her Sir was what was colloquially known as a unicorn.

“So what would you like to know? Ask us anything.” Rati offered.

n could think of a thousand things she was dying to ask but finally settled on, “Those marks... don’t you hate them? Or getting them?”

The two slavegirls laughed together, “Yes, getting them is hard. They really do hurt.” Freya explained and Rati added, “But don’t they look great? They really compliment our curves, don’t you think.”

n had to admit they did. “How often?”

“Well, that kind of depends on their moods, ” Freya answered, gesturing up toward their Mistresses. “But always at least once a day.”

“Usually right after we serve them breakfast.”

n found their attitude disarming. “Do you get any reward for it?”

“Other than being able to please our Mistresses?”

n realized immediately the absurdity of her question.

But Rati went on, “Sometimes, especially when it’s been a really harsh one, we get to get them off.”

“That’s when it’s the best!” her blonde companion enthused.

n understood that part. Knowing that her suffering excited and aroused her Dominant, of either sex, made her happy in a way like nothing else.

n had dozens of more questions racing through her brain but settled on, ‘Does the pain turn you on?’

Freya explained, “It usually does but it’s not really the pain so much as knowing my Mistress is getting turned on. If we behave and don’t scream too much, they’ll usually pause and let us see how much it turns them on.”

“But, ” Rati interjected, “That’s very different than being punished...”

“In what way?” n asked.

“They really don’t like to punish us. And when they do...”

“No one gets turned on.”

“We’re usually gagged and blindfolded so we have no choice...”

“We just have to get through it.”

The light and dark haired women spoke like twins. Finishing each other’s sentences and communicating in subtle non-verbal ways.

n wanted to lighten the mood and changed the direction of the conversation.

“So, have you always been gay?”

The two glanced at each other and passed a silent message before deciding that Martina’s direction to answer all n’s questions honestly took precedence.

“We’re not. We’re bi-, ” Rati answered.

“We were both mostly straight before our Mistresses decided to collar us, ” the Swede added.

“But we’re subs more than anything.”

“So we don’t get to have a preference.”

“But I do miss a nice warm cock, sometimes...” Rati said softly, her slave sister nodding in agreement and adding, "Attached to a nice warm body."

Above them, atop the granite stones that let them see for miles in every direction, the three Doms passed around a water bottle.

“You know, SF, you’re not like any Dom... or any Man for that matter, that we’ve ever met.” Rachel offered.

“Your respect for your what? Your slave? Your submissive? Your partner? Your whatever, is kind of mind-blowing, ” added Martina, her slight Spanish accent coming out as she got excited.

“Are you two in... love?”

Sir and n had never used that word. In fact they studiously avoided it. But to an observant outsider or two, their interactions made their affection blatantly obvious.

SF blushed in a way that the two women found endearing. Both placed their hands softly on his shoulders and together told him, “We get it.”

Below them a breeze brushed aside the clouds and Freya pointed, “There it is. That’s our little home!”

Following her finger He immediately spotted their “little” home.

“LITTLE?”

Both women laughed. It wasn’t the first time they’d played this trick on someone.

What she was pointing at wouldn’t have looked out of place in the Bavarian Alps, which, in fact, was where it came from.

“Some coal mine robber baron in the 1800s had it brought over and reassembled here piece-by-piece. The moment we saw it we both wanted it.” Freya explained.

“And that was before we saw the dungeon, ” her partner added.

“Dungeon?”

“Yes. Every detail of the 16th century original was brought over intact.”

“Though we’ve added a few upgrades. Like central heating, a decent sound system, modernized the kitchen...”

“And added sound-proofing...”

“Mistresses, if you’ll excuse the formality. I think we’re going to have an... interesting weekend.”

“Well, Sir. We all hope it’s the first of many.” Freya added, her hand making a move that encompassed the entire group.

Pulling out a small radio, Martina pushed a small button on the side and a woman's voice crackled, "Hello Madam. Will you be home for dinner?"

"Yes, Hester, we’ll be home in about 30 minutes. It will take us another 30 to freshen up, so can you whip up something for six people in about an hour?"

In an hour their chef could have prepared a six-course meal but she knew that after a long day of hiking they'd want something light.

"All upstairs, Madam?"

"No. I think three upstairs and three downstairs will be better for our new friends."

SF sort of deduced her implied meaning but chose to let the subject be a surprise.

n could hear the Mistresses and her Sir speaking as they were starting their descent and asked one last question, “How did you find your Mistresses?”

Freya jumped in first, “You could say They found us.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it, ” added Rati.

“We were hired as models for some romance book covers they were going to publish.”

“Damsels in distress type stuff. Princesses tied up waiting to be rescued, that sort of thing.”

“You would not believe how many romance books they publish under different labels.”

“They were very respectful, nothing creepy.”

“And the crew they used was mostly women so that made it easier.”

“We changed in and out of so many costumes- warriors, rich ladies, peasant girls, all sorts of stuff.”

“I liked the farm girl one best, ” Rati said with a smile. “Cut-off jeans and a plaid shirt.”

“And covered with dirt and mud, ” Freya laughed. “Such a dirty girl!”

“Neither of us was really into this stuff, ” Rati added, stroking her heavy slave collar.

“But when you spend the day half naked and getting tied up again and again...”

“It kind of gets to you.”

“Gets you soaked, you little slut!” Freya teased.

“There was a big catered spread for the whole crew and that was the first time they even talked to us.”

“Martina took Rati aside and asked her if she was okay with it all.”

“I had to admit that it was turning me on.”

“Had to admit?” Freya asked, pinching her nose, “Even a blind person could tell.”

“Mistress Martina confided that watching me get tied up turned her on too. I guess I was a little naive back then.”

“My talk with Rachel was pretty much the same except she asked if I’d be willing to pose with women for some more erotic books they published for lesbians.”

“We were both ‘straight’ back then, ” Rati laughed, making air quotes with her fingers.

“We had no idea that the women we’d be posing with would be them.”

“Until they came out of the dressing room wearing their full-on Dominatrix costumes.”

“They were both professional about it though, nothing aggressive. No harassment.”

“With only us and the one woman photographer.”

“They had a bunch of sets- a stable, a fake horse, a stone dungeon that looked pretty real for papier mache.”

“Mistress Rachel suggested a little roll-play to make it look more real for the artists who’d be painting the covers from the photographs.”

“The first time I addressed her as ‘Mistress Rachel’ something inside me clicked.”

“For me it was begging on my knees, ” Rati whispered.

Just then the three Doms reappeared and their three submissives automatically adopted a kneeling presentation pose: Knees apart, wrists crossed at their back, backs straight with heads bowed.

“Well, n, did our slavegirls answer all, or at least some of your questions?” Mistress Rachel asked.

n could have asked a few dozen more, given the chance. But instead just answered, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

Sir watched with pride at n’s excellent behavior.

“One last drink, everyone. We’re almost home.” Martina instructed.

Finishing their water, the pack started out again in the same order as before just before n took a step her Sir took her chin and turned her face toward His and asked softly, “Is n okay with this?”

“Yes, Sir. Your n is more than okay with this, ” and then did something she had never done before, she kissed her Sir on the lips. It was chaste and barely made contact and was gone and was quite startling for Him.

He had kissed her cheeks a few times but only as an assurance that He was pleased with her actions, but that was it.

Again, as they followed, the two slaves’ striped asses taunted them. One, imagining adding to them, the other recalling the trauma of seeing a horse whipped and happy that her Sir might find a willing recipient (or two) for his Sadism.

Rounding a large, moss-covered boulder they came up against the tall stone wall that the German stonemasons imported from their home country to rebuild this chateau in the wilds of eastern Kentucky. They had meticulously fitted the 500 year-old stones into the natural granite so well that the wall seemed to grow out of the stone itself.

Even though he’d seen it from a distance, SF was unprepared for its size. And his rubber-suited companion was struck speechless. This was a fairytale castle made real and dropped into the wilds of the western Appalachians.

“They called it their ‘little’ place when they pointed it out from the top of the last ridge.” Sir explained with a smile, adding, “And you can close your mouth now. I think they got the response they wanted.”

Not much further on Rachel pulled aside some ivy to reveal a wooden door that seemed every bit of its age and produced a huge key to unlock it.

“This is the slave entrance, ” she explained to SF and his n, “Your possession must enter this way.”

She unclipped the leashes from Freya and Rati’s collars and they entered into the dark chamber.

Looking at His companion He saw she would have no hesitation and with a quick smile and subtle wink at Him, she followed.

“The girls will help our assistant Hester give Your girl a bath and get her ready for the meal.”

He followed his hosts around to the front of the chateau where he saw what appeared to be its original portcullis and drawbridge, though here it no longer had a moat and there were unlikely any marauding bands to keep out.

Down in the dark chambers, the two pretty girls took n’s hands and led her further into the Stygian darkness.

Originally it had been lit with torches in heavy sconces but these had been replaced with flickering LEDs that created a similar, if safer, atmosphere.

They led n past several cells that looked as if they were authentically part of the chateau and into a large room filled with torture devices that looked like they’d been salvaged from the horror room of a defunct wax museum. Which was where they’d come from. though fully functional, they, and the cells with the thick rusty iron bars, were mostly props they loved to use to scare new playmates.

Neither of the nubile young women shared that secret and walked just slow enough for n to take it all in.

n was quite confident that her Sir would respect her boundaries and even when she’d gotten close to safe-wording out of a scene, He had been able to see it ahead of time and back out. But these were four new people she didn’t know and the idea that she might be given to the two statuesque Dommes was in equal parts both thrilling and terrifying.

And, she discovered from the feel of the juices running down the inside of her rubber suit, both really turned her on.

Past the dark chambers and doors of the room, she was led into the brightness of a tiled shower room and changing area where Freya and Rati turned to her wearing big grins, and told n, in alternating phrases as they began to strip her:

“We’ve been dying...”

“To see what’s under...”

“This cute...”

“Rubber suit!”

Overwhelmed by the energy and enthusiasm of the two beautiful women, n felt her boots be untied and removed and then four hands peel the stretchy material from her body.

“Whew!” Rati said, pinching her nose, “Someone’s cunt juices have been leaking for a while!”

She said it in a teasing way that made them all laugh.

The devices that filled her holes stayed in place and the one in front still pressed against her upper vulva and clit though much to her relief, none was still vibrating.

“Five days!” Freya chimed in, “I’m surprised you’re not drowning in there!”

Stepping back Rati appraised their new playmate: “I knew she’d be hot!”

Freya reached down and lightly stroked the end of the toy, pressing it in on n’s pubis, “Mmm, smooth! The Mistresses are going to love that!”

This was the first time any mention of n’s being with the Dominatrices and n shivered at the thought. It didn’t help that Freya’s fingertip then lightly passed through the glistening folds and was then sucked clean.

It was enough to make her shudder with arousal.

“Careful, bitch, you’ll make the poor girl cum, ” Rati chided, before doing exactly the same thing.

“p-p-please...” n moaned.

Though tempted to tease their guest more, both knew that if they accidentally pushed her over the edge the punishments would be severe and so gave her a respite.

Given what little they were wearing it didn’t take long for all three girls to be naked.

“Time for our shower! They’re fun!”

n was led over to another area where several shower heads came out of the ceiling and before she knew it, n’s wrists were raised and locked into wide steel cuffs under one of them.

Rati cuffed herself in an adjacent one and reminded Freya, “Make sure you signal Miss Hester before you lock yourself.”

A moment later the naked nubile bodies of the three women hung by their wrists in the shower.

It didn’t take long before they heard footsteps descending from above.

“Don’t worry. Miss Hester acts mean but she’s really a sweetheart.”

“Just don’t forget to call her ‘Miss Hester’ or...”

With those none-too-comforting words the door opened, bringing with a gust of cool hair that gave all three goosebumps.

Hester was a tall, muscular woman with a very butch haircut. She looked every bit as tough as she was but had a kind heart and was a wonderful chef.

“Smells like a damned French whorehouse in here! What have you three sluts been up to?!” she said loudly, slipping in a small wink at the newcomer.

That small wink did much to relieve n’s anxiety and reminded her that despite having seen all those torture devices and being shackled here nude in front of a seriously butch dyke by two masochists, that it was all still play and that she had control. n knew instinctively that if she said ‘red’ it would be honored instantly.

“The Mistresses want you filthy sluts cleaned up before you get to eat. Any of you have any problems with that?”

The South Asian and Scandinavian answered in unison, “No, Miss Hester. Thank you, Miss Hester.”

And a second behind them n parroted those words.

Smiling with an obviously fake evil grin, Hester told them, “Good girls.”

Walking over to a sink she opened a tap, removed a heavy rubber hose, and uncoiled it as she walked back toward her captive victims.

“I guess our Swede is in need of a nice cool shower so she gets the honors.”

The icy water that came out of the tap was almost straight off of the mountain streams and a bit more than just “cool.”

It also came out at only slightly less powerful than a firehose.

The first jet hit Freya right between her breasts and elicited a a high-pitch scream. She instinctively turned her back towards the stream which only made the tight hole and striped cheeks a target and forced out more squeals.

After a moment, when her target seemed to have gotten used to it, she turned her attention towards the shorter Tamil woman.

“Well, Rati, my little Goddess of Lust, it’s your turn.”

Taking on as defiant a facial expression as she could, she stuck out her tongue. That was a serious mistake,

“Okay. So that’s how you want to play!” the dyke growled. “SPREAD THOSE LEGS!”

Realizing that she’d gone too far, Rati snapped her thighs as far apart as they’d go and bowed her head in supplication and said softly, “I’m sorry Miss Hester...”

“Maybe next time you’ll remember what that tongue is supposed to be used for around here!”

“Sorry...” she whispered, her throat and mouth dry.

Leaning in close she put her thumb over the tip of the nozzle and directed it a few inches below the apex of her muscular thighs and raised her face to meet Rati’s and growled, “Not as sorry as you’re going to be...”

Bringing the tip of the brass device right up to an inch away from her clit and then releasing the hard stream.

It was only for part of a second but it stung and forced a guttural scream from the bound girl who was unable to keep her legs from clenching shut.

“Open.”

Obedience.

Jet of water.

Pain.

“Open.”

Obedience.

Jet of water.

Pain.

After several rounds she was able to keep her legs apart (though she wished they were shackled too).

The Miss used the water jet like an electric prod, driving away the pain and replacing it with pleasure.

She savored the sight of her captive’s trembling thighs as she fought to keep her release at bay.

“Don’t you dare...”

All four women knew what she meant.

n had often been edged. It was her Sir’s favorite way to use His possession but the look on this butch dyke’s face had her almost ready to piss herself in fear.

n had no idea what her Sir might ask of her or order her to do but even the slight possibility that she might be delivered into the clutches of this woman knotted her belly. And at the same time made her juices seep from the smooth skin of her waxed labia.

n was in water that while not yet quite over her head, was already at her chin and steadily rising.

Upstairs, the Hostesses had shown SF to a guest room, pointing out that their room was at the far end of the corridor, offering him plenty of privacy.

“This is usually our executive assistant’s room but he and his boyfriend are in Paris, so it’s all yours.”

Gerard’s about your size and I’m sure he’d be fine with you helping yourself to anything to use as a change of clothes.”

“We’re going to get changed too. And we’ll meet you in the dining room.”

“It’s to the right at the bottom of the staircase.”

And with that, the two beauties were gone.

A large corner room with a four-poster bed whose sturdy construction and strategically placed ring bolts had clearly been designed for more than sleeping.

Stepping into the room’s private bath he noted it too had clearly been constructed for rugged play. Steel rings hung from the ceiling and the large tub had more than a few points where someone might be attached.

SF kicked off his boots and peeled off his sweaty clothes before stepping into the huge shower. It took a few tries to figure out the multi-headed shower system and its pulsing flows and it was only his growing hunger that drove him out of it’s spa-like experience.

Wrapping a plush towel around his waist he stepped into the room’s large walk-in closet and began looking through the clothing on hangers. The labels identified their Saville Row, Hong Kong, and Milanese origins. This executive assistant was clearly a man of taste and well-paid.

He chose a plain white shirt and black slacks that seemed to have been tailored for him.

Unfortunately, none of the shoes were close to fitting and he decided his dusty boots were a worse choice than joining his hosts in bare feet. If they cared they were far too gracious to comment.

He had heard Martina on the hill summon her chef to whip something up in 60 minutes and the results were more than a little impressive. A variety of meats, fruits, cheeses, and fish as sushi were artistically presented along with wine and mineral water.

The women, now dressed in full Dominatrix outfits, watched as he assembled his repast and smiled when he chose, as had they, the water. Doms who stayed sober, especially in a new scene, were the kind who could be trusted.

They all moved to a table near a window and uncharacteristically for three such normally assertive types, there was a slightly awkward pause.

At last it was Rachel who broke the silence, “How...?”

SF smiled, “Honestly, if I knew that I’d write a book.”

Martina asked, “Were you trying... No, that’s not even it... even hinting at the idea?”

“Yes. It sounded out there like you didn’t even do that.”

“I didn’t. At least I think I didn’t...” SF answered. “I have enough lesbian friends to know that even something that could be misconstrued in the slightest is a way to lose a friend.”

Both nodded. They’d had more than one male friend ruin it by flirting or trying to pass off a double entendre that was inappropriate. This guy seemed cut from a different cloth.

“You know that thing that people do online with capital and lowercase letters to define D and s?”

Though they’d never been into online connections in the D/s scene, they knew about that odd little protocol and nodded.

“She had originally introduced herself as Nicki and told me how she’d gotten into rubber and mummification with her college roommate, who, by the way, was also a redhead named Rachel.”

Rachel laughed, “That explains that!”

And in response to their quizzical looks, continued, “When we introduced ourselves and she heard my name there as a sudden look in her eyes. It only lasted a second but I felt like she wanted to kneel at my feet.”

“She probably did!”

In the moment that followed Martina broached the subject that all of them, including those in the cellar, had been thinking about. “So, do you two go to any public play spaces?”

“We haven’t but we’ve talked about it. We heard about one over in Louisville.”

“Oh yes, Club Tempted. We know them. They’re very nice.”

The conversation covered a few things, like n’s fascination with being wrapped, mummified, and teased.

And finally, “How long has it been?”

Sensing what they wanted to know but needing a bit more to be sure, S asked, “Been what?”

“Since you’ve let your hot little slavegirl fuck another woman?”

“I’m not sure ‘let’ is the right word. n is free to find what I can’t provide. I’ve even encouraged her to.”

With a tone of frustration Martina told him, “I can’t decide if you’re the nicest straight Dom we’ve ever met...”

“Or the most oblivious!” Rachel finished with a gentle touch on his arm.

Sir blushed and answered, “Maybe both?”

Martina continued, “n can’t just go find a pussy to play with.”

“she has given herself to you. That body, that mind, and that soul, aren’t hers, they’re someone else’s property. Yours.”

“Just going out and finding someone to fuck would make her feel like she was breaking that vow.”

The logic of their argument was obvious. He recognized that his adored n had, like all submissives, a very powerful sex drive. One they needed help to keep under control. One he knew he could not satisfy.

“You’re right. So what can I do?”

The two women exchanged a silent glance that said, ‘Yeah. Oblivious.’

“You have to make it an order.”

It was, he realized, pretty obvious. As was their none-too-subtle intent.

“You want me to order her to serve you two?”

“You can tell her you want to watch... It wouldn’t be our first time, we don’t mind.”

“And trust us, we’ll put on a good show.”

The reason for their mention of public play spaces was now clear.

And yes, he’d often fantasized about her being fucked. Usually by her first Mistress.

And that way he could keep His possession safe. Though he sensed that danger was minimal at most.

“Just like we plan to order Freya and Rati serve you.”

Back on the trail he’d thought of just such a scenario, but his affection for n had easily usurped that.

“We both know those sluts love real cocks. Sure, they love our strap-ons, but they are what they are...”

“Bi-sexual submissives who love to worship a real flesh and blood penis attached to a real flesh and blood Dominant male.”

“We’ve taken them to play parties and sent them off to do the nasty...”

“But they always come home with us...”

“And don’t get to wake tied up next to the guy they fucked.”

“We can tell that that’s what they are thinking about when they wake up with us.”

Downstairs, Hester had driven Rati out of her mind with her edging and let her just hang by her wrists while she fetched the tools for the next step: a galvanized bucket of cold soapy water and a long-handled brush.

Wearing the same sadistic grin she’d worn while torturing Rati she set the bucket down in front of n and announced, “I have no idea who this filthy little slut is but if she’s down here she needs this too!”

And then brought the stiff-bristled brush straight up into n’s already inflamed pussy. The devices she still wore prevent the dyke from making full contact and she bent down to examine them before roughly yanking them out and tossing them in her bucket.

“Don’t worry, bitch. I’ll put those back when I decide you’re clean enough.”

And after dipping the brush back in the water growled, “you’d better open those thighs or...”

It was the kind of sentence that needed no finishing and n snapped her legs open to receive the brush.

Try as she might, n couldn’t hold back the keening moan of protest at the feel of that coarse weapon. Hester shoved it between the swollen lips of n’s vulva and proceeded to use it as if she were trying to remove n’s flesh.

The two sister slaves watched with sympathy and trepidation. They knew what n was feeling and that their moments were coming.

Seemingly satisfied that no nerve ending in n’s pussy had gone unassaulted, the dyke used it on the pair of breasts and their erect nipples that seemed to be begging for attention. By the time she moved on those erect little buttons were aching too.

Her scalp, her face, and everything from there down to her ankles received an equally rough scrub.

Before moving on she fetched the two vibrators from the soapy water and brought them up to n’s face. “Open.”

n had had her mouth washed out with soap as a child and prepared herself for the bitter, alkaline taste. But was surprised to discover that despite it still tasting soapy, it had a minty flavor.

With her lips and tongue she cleaned off first the plug, which was then roughly shoved into her sphincter.

And then the fancy vibrator that filled her while also caressing her clitoris and mons.

Hester made sure it was seated properly by pressing it and moving it as much as she could against the clit, forcing n to struggle to fight off an orgasm.

When all three had been roughly washed and scrubbed and rinsed, Hester guided each to one of the basement cells, pushed her to her knees, and secured a short chain from her collar to a ring on the wall about half a meter above the floor.

It was an intentionally awkward and, after a few minutes, increasingly painful pose. At least the floors of the cells had a layer of sand over the stone.

The chef left and returned carrying three large, shallow bowls which she sat down in front of each of them.

“Two of you were very well-behaved for your baths, one however, ” she growled, holding up a pair of thick leather cuffs.

Rati knew these were obviously for her and turned her back and presented her wrists for them to be buckled and locked.

“You other two may use your fingers to eat.”

Freya and n looked at their fellow slave with sympathy for only a moment before surrendering to their hunger and digging in.

Chef had prepared a very healthful looking repast of fruit, nuts, cheese, and bread that was all cut into bite-sized pieces, clearly designed to be eaten with the fingers.

For the poor girl from India, eating was a bit more difficult. The chain attached to her collar allowed her to just reach the edge of the platter and with effort she was just barely able to grasp its rim with her teeth and pull it close enough to eat.

Behind her, the Sadistic Hester smiled.

Rati was her favorite girl to play with and she knew it. Sticking her tongue out was pretty mild compared to some of the things she’d done to get disciplined. Hester guessed correctly that she was showing off for their new guest. Wanting to show what happens to naughty slavegirls without scaring her.

n was no novice. she knew that the two of them were putting on an act for her benefit. And truth be told, it made her feel safer about whatever was going to happen here.

A subject that was being discussed in detail upstairs.

“I never let n see what I’m packing when we’re going camping like this. I bring the basics, like leather straps, rope, vibes, clamps, tape, et cetera. But I usually add something she hasn’t seen before.

“I found this in a camping store. It’s a rubberized rain-proof cover for a kid’s sleeping bag.

“She’s not very tall but you’ll probably have to bundle her up to get her into it.

“And there’s a drawstring around the face. You can tighten that so that just her nose... or tongue... sticks out.”

“We’ve both played around with mummification, ” Martina explained, “But just as a small part of a scene.”

“Not as the primary focus...” added Rachel, “This sounds fun.”

“I’m sure she’ll ‘satisfy’ both of you, ” SF told them, emphasizing that word.

“Hopefully a bunch of times!” Martina laughed.

SF knew that his n would satisfy them, no matter how tired her tongue, lips, and jaw got.

“Do you have any hard limits? Does n?”

“I’d prefer you don’t let her cum before morning. After that, it’s up to you.”

“Done. That’s easy, ” they both said,

“Can we borrow that remote?”

He’d been fiddling with it and shown it to them, demonstrating its settings. All three wondered what poor n was going through downstairs but the fact qws that the stone walls completely blocked the signal.

“And she doesn’t like single-tails, that’s a hard limit. And a little breath play like choking is probably okay but keep a very close watch, nothing too scary.”

“We use the red, yellow, green safe words but I don’t think with our pain sluts you’ll ever hear anything but green.”

“One last thing, though. I’d like to be there at first and let her know I’m there.”

The two women looked at each other and smiled,

“SF you really are a very good man, ” Rachel told him.

“That’s what we were going to suggest.”

“We can see why n trusts you so much.”

Down in the dungeon Freya and n had finished eating and n, following the other girl’s lead joined her in a kneeling presentation pose.

The naughty Rati’s short chain restricted her from following suit so she adopted a kowtow pose with her knees apart, back arched, and forehead in the dirt.

It was a pose Rati had come to appreciate over time. All of the other presentation poses were intended to show a Dominant what the submissive was offering for their use and enjoyment.

But kowtowing was more than that. It was an offer of absolute fealty, of the surrender of the self, not just the body. Rati adored Freya but she always sensed that her sexual slavery was just a phase for her. That someday she would decide it was a mantle she no longer wished to bear and would move on.

While she was here though, she was every bit as obedient and submissive as her sister slave. But for Rati it was now her life. She knew almost from the moment she knelt before Mistress Martina and offered her throat for her collar, that she had finally found where she belonged.

If the Mistresses tired of her and offered her her freedom, she had decided that she would ask to be sold instead.

The butch woman returned, removed the plates and took them away. Purposefully taking her time to make those bitches wait in what she knew had long since become more than a little painful poses to hold.

By the time she returned to unchain them Freya and n were trembling from the effort and the other girl’s sweat and moist breath had turned the dirt below her face into a fine mud that was now stuck to her face and made her feel as low as the Earth. And that thought made her very, very wet.

Hester would have loved to keep them there until they broke but she knew she had a job to do. She too, had found the perfect place and was not going to fuck it up.

She returned with three stout leashes and a wet sponge. She had to lend each a hand to get them to their feet and let Freya and n use each other for support while she roughly wiped the soil from her favorite brat while trading winks with her.

Satisfied that they were presentable, she led the three pretty slaves through the stone passages and up a spiral staircase to the parlor where the Owners awaited them. The women had moved to a leather-covered sofa and Sir to a matching easy chair.

She led them in and brought them over where she handed over their leads: n’s was handed to Rachel and Freya and Rati’s were given to the single male in the house.

Tapping each of the surprised slavegirls lightly on their shoulders they immediately dropped to their knees before their temporary custodians.

It had all been decided in advance and after some discussion it had been decided to just present it as a fait accompli, and judging by the reactions, it had been the right choice.

“n, look at me, ” her Sir instructed.

n obeyed while still managing to keep her head bowed submissively.

“I have discussed your hard limits at length with our hosts. But just in case I have overlooked anything, your safe words will still apply.”

“That goes to you two too, ” Mistress Martina told the others.

“However, as well as that, everyone here has a bail-out word too. We decided that the word ‘Cumberland’ would be easy to remember and not get confused with anything else.”

Rachel spoke up, “If anyone says that word, everything stops and we go our separate ways. No harm, no foul.”

None of the three nude women on leashes could imagine any situation where they’d want that but just knowing that their owners had taken it into consideration and discussed it made them want to serve all the more.

The Mistresses separated on the sofa and Martina patted the space in between while Rachel tugged on her leash to pull her up onto the sofa between them. n glanced over at Sir and received an affirmative nod and smile.

Before she could even smile back, the red-haired Dominatrix had grabbed her chin and turned her face for a deep kiss.

It was deep and passionate and exciting and made n realize how long it had been. She surrendered to it completely and met the woman’s exploring tongue with her own.

She felt another pair of lips on her right breast and then teeth on her stiff nipple. Not biting, just holding her still.

Martina held up the remote for her audience in the chair and pressed all three of its buttons.

The combined vibrations exploded in n’s middle and had n not been so conditioned, so well trained, to always get permission she would have cum.

But the vibrations stopped and the teeth on her nipple bit down hard enough to get her attention as the other woman withdrew her mouth and placed it just below n’s ear so that her hot moist breath bathed the sensitive flesh of her throat and whispered, “Don’t you dare cum!”

The breath gave n goosebumps and she had to fight to gather enough breath to gasp, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

n could honestly not recall the last time she had uttered those words. n adored her Sir and felt owned and appreciated by Him. But it wasn’t the same.

Sir, early on, had encouraged n to find another Domme to serve. But the time was not right.

And when, in a message in response to that suggestion, she went from being ’Nicki’ to being n and addressing Him as ’Sir, ’

she was very happy that he had read between the lines and accepted her submission.

“Such a delightful body!” Rachel whispered as she took n’s free nipple and pinched and twisted it until n shuddered, “So responsive!”

n’s body was threatening to mutiny against her mind and any hope of self-control. And it was not helped by Martina releasing her nipple from her sharp incisors and thrusting her tongue into n’s mouth.

The sensation dominated all other parts of her consciousness until she felt her thighs roughly pushed apart and Rachel’s sharp fingernails dance lightly up their sensitive skin.

Martina grabbed fistfuls of her hair and held her tightly as she fucked n’s mouth with her tongue. She stole the submissive’s breath as the girl struggled to meet the passionate onslaught.

Her partner’s fingernails were replaced with pursed lips and softly biting teeth

The remote had changed hands and Rachel was hitting each of the buttons in a random order that prevented n from being able to ready herself for them. It was not helped by the touch on the dripping wet labia of that woman’s tongue tip.

Martina moved her face away and lightly slapped n’s cheek and ordered, “Open your eyes!”

n forced her hazel eyes open and gasped, “p-p-please... Mistress...”

she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for: mercy, an orgasm, the privilege of serving the two women.

And as soon as that thought flashed through her mind she had her answer

“If n is asking to cum, she should save her breath, ” Martina purred.

The tongue that had been licking the juices from her swollen pussy stopped long enough for its owner to add, “We promised your Sir that we wouldn’t let you cum until tomorrow.”

“And we’re women of our word, ” Martina laughed.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t let you make us cum!” Rachel added, “I’ll bet that slutty tongue hasn’t tasted a nice juicy cunt in ages!”

“Is that what you want, n? Do you ache just thinking about how good pussies taste?”

“And knowing you’re being allowed to serve a Mistress?”

It was true. Every word struck a chord in her soul. n adored her Sir for a bunch of reasons: for accepting her as His possession while adhering to her limitations, for letting n serve him through her surrender and, at times, her pain.

But n was still gay. n loved how women felt, how they tasted, how they smelled, and especially how they used her.

Dominant women are very different than Dominant men. Often, they’re crueler or more Sadistic. They know women’s bodies much more intimately than any man ever could, and know what they need, even if they couldn’t verbalize it.

n pondered her answer for at most a split second too long and was ‘corrected’ by the women each taking a nipple and pinching and twisting it as hard as they could. “Answer me, bitch!”

n’s reaction was mostly in the form of a barely human sound that equally was a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain but she forced out a gasping, “y-y-yes, Mistress. All of that and whatever Mistress wants...”

Across the room, the two naked slave girls had crawled into the tight confines of the leather chair on either side of Sir being careful not to block the erotic view.

They cuddled into his muscular arms and each placed one of his hands on their naked breast.

Sir realized too, that it had been a long time since he had dallied with one of the opposite sex. He satisfied himself with n by teasing, edging, and the occasional infliction of pain but always relieved his lusts by masturbating out of n’s view.

At a distance he would command and she would obey and offer her suffering for her Sir. But in person he would only indulge when n was blindfolded, mummified, or bound in her rubber sack.

He might let her hear or speak with passion of the joy of owning such a sexy woman, but he never made her watch. It wasn’t a limit n had set, it was, he had decided, an act of his affection and response to hers.

Sir had longed to see his pet used, abused, and, quite frankly, well fucked.

And watching the two beautiful women play with her lithe athletic body quickly brought a swelling that did not go unnoticed by his eager companions.

“Rati is a really good cocksucker, ” Freya offered, “she loves getting throat-fucked.”

It was true but not to be outdone by her friend’s betrayal, she revealed, “I do love it, Sir. Almost as much as Freya loves getting her ass whipped and then fucked.”

He found their eagerness to betray each other quite arousing and would use it against them both later, but what was really turning him on was the sight of his adored n finally being able to get the fucking she craved and deserved.

“Whose pussy would you like to try first?” Rachel demanded.

It was an impossible question to answer and n knew instinctively that she was being set up to fail so she could be punished and was about to name the beautiful redhead who bore the same coloring and first name as her first Mistress when, in a flash of insight, she said, “Whichever pussy is filthiest, Mistress.”

This clever response made the whole room laugh, even the three across the room.

This caught both of the women whose hands and mouths were tormenting her slightly off guard but Martina came up with the perfect answer, “Does n want Hester? Her cunt is almost always sweaty and slimy.”

“I’ll bet she’d love to get her hands on that firm ass!”

“And her big strap-on too!”

The thought of being handed over to that muscular chef who had made her Sadistic tastes clear both terrified and excited n and she answered, “As Mistress wishes.”

Rachel pressed a button on the arm of the sofa and they heard the chef answer, “Yes, Mistress?”

Images of Hester torturing and punishing Rati flashed into n’s mind. This would not be the first time n’s smart-alecky mouth had gotten her into trouble but just as in times past, she was ready to take the consequences.

“Please come to the parlor. We need help with our guest.”

n pictured that woman’s muscular thighs squeezing the sides her head as she struggled to satisfy her. Hester, she surmised correctly, was the sort who would stave off her release for as long as she could.

One of that Sadist’s favorite tactics was to hold it off until the girl got exhausted and then punish her for failing.

But n decided that if this is what it would take to be wrapped and used in the two beautiful Mistress’ bed tonight, that’s what she would do.

A minute later the Hester appeared, her face unsmiling but drinking in the lithe body of n with a blatant hunger.

At Martina’s gesture she stepped close enough that n could feel the heat of her lust on her naked skin.

“Hester, would you be a dear and take off your tights and thong?”

Her skin wore the results of her recent work in the kitchen. Dinner was past but she had been cleaning and a sheen of sweat and oil glistened on her body and the scent of her efforts hung in the air.

She would not have been n’s first choice among the women present but she gave off a power that the submissive could not help but be attracted to.

‘Their plan is obvious, ’ n thought, ‘they’re going to watch me humiliate myself.’

Humiliation wasn’t really her thing but if it got the others off...

Lifting her skirt the chef shoved the gray tights down her muscular thighs, moving slowly and watching n’s face closely.

‘This is what i am. This is where i belong. i am a thing to be used by my Mistress.’ n thought to herself.

She placed the damp wadded up nylon in Rachel’s hand and then, even more slowly, repeated the moves with her sweaty gray thong underwear and placed them in Martina’s hand, who wadded them up and ordered, “Open.”

n knew what she meant and opened her mouth to receive the sweaty, stinky, somewhat slimy garment. Rachel pushed her chin up to close it and from somewhere her accomplice produced a roll of canvas tape from which she tore several five inch pieces that were used to seal n’s mouth closed. n had tasted better cunts but also worse. But the distinct flavor was the one she’d been missing, that of a woman. And it was intoxicating.

The tights were then torn in two and one leg was used to encase her from the feet up and the other from the top of her head down. As big and muscular as Hester was, both were still a very tight fit and n’s arms were soon pinned to her sides and her eyes were forced closed and her facial features distorted.

That only lasted a moment as the part that had been the legging’s lower part was torn open to expose her face so she could breathe.

her eyes fluttered open and she had a moment of light before more tape covered her eyes.

It was only fabric but to her body it may as well have been iron.

she felt herself lifted and moved and put to rest on a hard surface, that she surmised was the room’s substantial coffee table.

n heard the distinct sound of that cloth tape being pulled from its roll and felt her feet lifted and then tape being wrapped tightly around her ankles. And her calves and her knees and the tops of her thighs.

When her legs were secured her torso was raised and lengths of tape wrapped her at her eyes, mouth, shoulders, elbows, and wrists with another vibrator placed at the top of her thighs.

Lain back down she explored the limits of her movements and found that she could turn her head slightly within the tight grip of the tights and wiggle her fingers and toes a tiny bit. n tried to imagine how she looked to the assembled group but that musing took her often perverse imagination to scenes of very public display where she pictured herself on a raised platform in a town square surrounded by a very judgmental crowd.

In n’s vivid imagination the voices became familiar and recognizable: the voices were those of people who had tormented n throughout her life. Teachers who’d been unfair, cliques of mean girl classmates, bosses who’d taken credit for her work, and worst of all, lovers who’d rejected her when she revealed her somewhat unusual sexual fantasies.

n had never forgotten the sound of their voices and their critical tone but here she took control of them. Answering their vulgar epithets with a defiance that shocked them into silence: ‘Yes! i am what you say! i’m a slut! i’m a filthy pervert! And i love it!’

In the imagined silence n felt strong and powerful. And it made her pussy ache with need.

A need that coincidentally occurred at the exact moment an unseen hand activated the three vibrators.

n discovered another movement she was capable of and arched her back as if trying to fuck the air. It caught her completely off guard and only her months of conditioning held off an orgasm.

And in n’s mind the chorus of critical voices returned, mocking her futile efforts to fuck an invisible being,

To n, her orgasms no longer belonged to her. she had long ago surrendered them as a gift to her Sir. They, along with some occasional pain, were the only parts of her body and her being that she had to offer her cis owner.

The cruel machines shut off after a few seconds that to n seemed like an eternity.

A new voice cut through those in her mind, “I can’t wait to test that tongue!”

It brought her back to reality and she felt her head raised slightly and the tape wrapped around her head at her mouth was vigorously pulled off. Soon the strips over her lips followed and then the soaked g-string was yanked out.

That garment, despite its small size, had managed to soak up all of n’s saliva and make her mouth feel very dry. But before she could even ask, she felt the moist lips of a very swollen vulva cover her mouth.

It was soaked and n sucked every bit of the juices she could from the unknown Mistress. n did flash for a split second on that question but it was quickly pushed aside as she concentrated on the delicious task.

If n had been asked how long it had been she would not have been able to answer. Not because she was unable to remember but because for this hungry sexslave, the wonderfully delicious cunt she was given the privilege of serving was her entire reality.

‘Mistress Martina or Mistress Rachel?’ a tiny part of her brain wondered. There was a small patch of short pubic hair just above its swollen clit but that didn’t tell her much as she had seen neither naked.

Sucking that clit into her lips she teased it with both her tongue and sharp teeth and from somewhere above heard a moan and she felt the body shiver. Encouraged by this she repeated it with slightly more force, biting several times until she heard a grunt and felt her mouth flooded with the woman’s ejaculate.

n had made lovers squirt numerous times but all of those times she had been using her fingers or a vibrator. As far as n could remember, though she was pretty distracted at the moment, it was the first time she’d done so with her mouth alone.

Shoving her tongue in as far as she could, n lapped at the juices that continued to flow.

she drank as if she had been crawling across a desert which, metaphorically, she had.

Perhaps Sir had been right in his suggestion that n find, if not a new Mistress, at least one who could sate this powerful thirst from time to time.

As those thoughts breezed through her consciousness the pussy was removed and a moment later replaced.

This one had a different flavor completely. Not better or worse, just different.

Where the first had already been dripping, this one was slightly less generous. It only made n work harder.

Whereas the previous had reacted best to vigorous, almost aggressive use of her tongue, this one seemed to respond best to a more delicate use of it. She danced its tip over the smooth surface, noticing its total lack of hair with a mental smile. This one’s clit was more hidden in its hood and it took lots of licking and some sucking to get it to make an appearance.

When it did she softly closed her teeth on it and moved them from side-to-side and thought she heard its owner gasp. There was also, it seemed, a bit more fluid.

As with its predecessor, the owner of this tasty organ had not cum since the previous day and amid all the sexual energy, was ready to do so in relatively short order and when she let herself go she also pressed the three buttons on the remote, sending a charge of stimulation to the body tightly bound beneath her.

It caught poor n completely off guard and she almost came before she was able to rein in her desperate pussy.

That pussy left and n savored the last of her taste as she licked its fluids off of her chin and cheeks as far as she could reach.

But the interlude was short-lived another eager cunt took its place.

There was no doubt as to its owner. Meaty and sweaty with an earthy aroma and taste, it was obviously the chef’s. It was funky but clean and n was able to really get into its unique qualities.

Unlike the previous two, this one was in no hurry to cum and was determined to make n work for it. She ground her hips down and back and forth across the slave’s eager mouth. Hester was pretty sure she’d never get to have this one squirming on her lap while getting the spanking she deserved or hanging on tiptoe in the basement and dancing on the end of one of her whips, so this was the only way to indulge her Sadistic needs.

n had seen a glimmer of that with the way she had treated Rati and if the woman was determined to hold back n was twice as determined to get her off.

Her bites were harder, her tongue more aggressive, her sucking stronger. n figured that like most Sadists, Hester had a streak of masochism in her secret soul and was using that against her. Her clitoris swelled between n’s sharp teeth and the slavegirl used them to her advantage, grinding them just hard enough to send bolts of sexual lightning through their owner.

Hester could tell that this was not a battle she could win and clenching her muscular thighs against n’s head, came too.

On the other side of the room Freya had freed Sir’s organ from the confines of the borrowed slacks and was stroking its length as her partner was licking and sucking its head.

Both were very good and very enthusiastic at the task but that wasn’t was making Sir so hard he literally ached.

It was the sight of his adored n finally getting what He knew she needed and accepted that he could never provide. Mistress Martina summoned Freya with a gesture and with a whispered, “excuse me Sir, i’ll be right back...” moved over and took her turn over the horny cunt eater’s face.

She lowered herself to just barely make contact and at the touch of n’s tongue, raised her self out of reach. After the second time n knew her game and on the third she raised her head as much as her bondage permitted and latched on to Freya’s already eager clit.

Playing with Sir’s, the first cock she’d touched in months, already had her very turned-on. So she made no effort to hold back. Looking over at Sir, who was clearly enjoying the show, she made an O shape with her lips and made a gesture as if she were deep-throating Him. He laughed and nodded and that was all it took for the fourth pussy to drown n’s mouth with its juices.

Moving back to his side, she waited until Rati was finishing her upstroke to push her aside and take her place, swallowing Sir into her throat with practiced ease.

Rati took her turn, determined to hold off as long as possible. She licked her lips and fondly recalled Sir’s clean, healthy flavor. If she were going to break her penis fast, she decided, she was happy with this choice.

But thinking about it and rolling the flavor around in her mouth was no way to stave off her release. ‘i wonder if his cum tastes as good...’ she started to ponder before having to drive that thought from her mind.

Below her, despite having been able to get the first four off pretty easily, n’s mouth was starting to get tired.

Her jaw ached slightly and her mouth, lips, and tongue had grown tired.

She was simply out of shape, mouth-wise. With her first Mistress she had often been made to perform cunnilingus for more than an hour while she read or watched TV.

Not to make her cum, that wasn’t the point. It was an act of sacrifice and submission and n loved doing it, even when she knew it would not be reciprocated.

Rati was appreciating her efforts but she sensed that n was getting tired and gave her what she wanted.

She rose and returned to her previous station though it was clear her submissive partner was not ready to surrender her position.

So she fought dirty. Standing up she walked behind Freya knelt down, and shoved four fingers up into her pussy and then added her thumb and made a fist. Fist-fucking was Freya’s kryptonite and it only took a few thrusts for her to lose her concentration and be moved aside so that Rati could return to that task.

The two Dommes watched that competition with amusement. They may have not wanted any part of a man’s organ but they enjoyed watching their two girls compete.

They idly took turns playing with the remote and driving n all but insane with the need to cum.

It was Hester who switched on the Wand and pushed it up to make contact with the part of n’s vibrator that covered her clit.

“p-p-p-please... no...”

Hester would have loved spending a few hours (or days) teaching this little hottie what fun real torture can be but a stern look from Mistress Martina made her back off.

“Mister SF, we think your n has exhausted herself admirably and that she deserves some nice aftercare, ” Rachel told him.

“And it doesn’t look like our two sluts are going to give you a moment’s rest anytime soon, ” Martina added.

The two submissive women had been given permission more than once to indulge their taste for men at public bondage clubs and worked like a well-lubricated machine. Taking turns on his cock and switching to his mouth, giving both sensitive organs equal and equally stimulating arousal.

His borrowed slacks soon disappeared and he felt the copious juices of both pussies on the top of His thighs.

He watched the two Dominatrices gently unwrap his n while gently teasing and comforting her. He could see how even the slightest touch on her very swollen nipples sent shivers through her whole body and smiled as Rachel saw that and clamped her lips around it and sucked hard, driving a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a groan from her throat.

The straps that held her in the tights were slowly removed, tormenting her need for freedom.

They gently peeled the now sticky tights off of her legs and torso and allowed her to stretch her muscles for a moment before reattaching the leash and guiding her to her knees before them.

“This girl needs a wash!” Martina exclaimed, looking to Sir for an okay.

Rachel reattached her leash and stood, “Sir, do you have any objections to our taking her to get her cleaned up before we take her to our bed?”

Just that she had asked was enough, if he hadn’t already, for him to know that his adored n was in safe hands.

Although the two horny vixens were doing everything in their power to distract Him, Sir’s protective eye over his n was quite clear enough to know that she was in safe hands and told her, “n, you are to go with our lovely hostesses and show them what a well-trained girl you are. you are not permitted to cum until they give you permission. Do you understand?”

Turning to face Him, n lowered her gaze and throatily whispered, “Yes, Ma.. Yes, Sir.”

There was that damned M-word word again. All this talk with the Mistresses and their slaves had somehow brought it to the surface enough that n almost uttered it.

n knew he was happy just being her ’Sir’ and didn’t require that title to possess her. Just as n didn’t need to be labeled to feel owned and possessed and cherished.

This whateverthehellthisis had its rules. Rules that were understood even if never spoken aloud.

He was her Sir and she was his n.

And her orgasms belonged to him and as his gift, to the two Mistresses. n didn’t need his admonition. It was just play-acting for the two of them and both enjoyed it.

Martina took the leash’s handle from her Sister and with a tug, and without a further word, walked away, leading the crawling n to follow.

Rachel stepped over and handed him a ring of keys, “The small one is for the toy chest we use as a coffee table here, ” She told him with a gesture. Sir had noticed but not paid much attention to the fact that the furniture was an old leather steamer trunk with brass fittings. “All sorts of cruel and fun things in there you can use to keep these bad girls in line. And I suggest you be extra strict or these two...” She paused, “these two will drive you nuts.”

“The other keys are for the dungeon downstairs and a cell for each of them if they really need to be punished. They hate being alone so that threat usually gets them back in line.”

“Freya, Rati... you are Sir’s now.” And she was gone.

Handing Freya the small key, Sir told her, “Open the trunk and give me the thing Rati hates the most.”

She gave a wicked smile, she liked this man’s creativity and she knew exactly what to get.

Rati gave her a cross look that Sir noticed. Pitting these two against each other was going to be fun.

Opening the trunk, Freya removed a tray that was filled with an array of shiny instruments for inflicting pain: nipple clamps, a couple of Wartenberg wheels, jaw separators, and unidentified things with wires attached to them. From the lower part she brought out a device with three alligator clamps attached by wires to a cylindrical battery pack.

Handing it to Sir she told Him with an evil smile, “she hates this thing. Especially the one on her clit.”

“Rati, please hand Me the thing that Freya hates the most.”

Her face lit up. Suffering was her lot as a slave but at least she’d get back at her partner in pain.

From the bottom area she took out a fiberglass rod and kneeling in front of him, bowed her head and offered it with both hands, “Freya hates bastinado.”

n wanted very much to raised her head and take in the sumptuous surroundings but instead she kept her eyes on the floor and scurried on hands and knees to keep up with the striding Domme.

Her partner caught up with them just as they entered the huge bathroom, which was bigger and more like a spa than any other bathing area n had ever seen. There was a huge bay window that overlooked the forest but at present, without light, seemed more like a dark mirror.

It gave n a chance to see her own reflection along with that of Mistresses Rachel and Martina. The scene was more than a little erotic and resembled fantasies she’d often had of her being Dominated and used by a pair of beautiful women.

n had been well trained and knew that she should have kept her eyes down but even if it meant she’d be punished, she was glad she’d looked.

Her action had been noticed of course, and it was Rachel who reacted. Grabbing a fistful of n’s hair she ordered, “Look at her n. Look at the horny little slavegirl. Isn’t she pretty?”

Martina added, with a small chuckle “A pretty little slavegirl who needs to get royally fucked.”

n obeyed and loved what she saw: a pretty little slavegirl who desperately needed to get fucked.

Offering her shiny thigh-high red boot she ordered, “Off.”

n’s hands were actually trembling as she reached for the zipper. Pulling it down the muscular leg of the fair-skinned redhead came into view and n had to make a genuine effort to keep from cleaning off the sheen of perspiration with her tongue.

n helped her step out of it before reaching for its mate. That zipper was slightly resistant and leaning in to use both hands she was greeted by the woman’s intoxicating fragrance.

As she removed the second boot she was presented with the knee-high black patent leather ones of Mistress Martina.

These had zippers on the inside of the ankle and took some work to get off and n sensed their owner’s impatience and apologized sweetly.

“Sorry, Mistress. i’m trying...”

Both women recognized the tone of someone who was desperate to submit to them. They had heard it more than once from novice ’straight’ women they’d helped discover their inner slavegirl.

“How long has it been since n was allowed to serve a woman?” Martina asked.

n had been thinking about this since their encounter on the trail but still couldn’t pin down an exact number. It must have been that time Sir took her to a women-only night at the Tabu Club in Baltimore a year ago. He'd handed her over to a woman he was friends with and told her he'd be back at closing time.

“About a year, i think, Mistress.”

She patted her cheek, “Poor girl... I guess we’ll have to give you something to remember.”

Their short skirts and tops, which were as much harnesses as tops, soon followed the boots and n lowered her forehead to the floor and asked breathlessly, “May n be allowed to look at her beautiful Mistresses?”

“I think n will have to if she’s going to wash us, don’t you?” Rachel laughed.

Using the leash to raise her back to her feet, Martina and Rachel led her into the large, glass-walled shower. As Martina removed her leather collar her partner said, to some unknown machine, “Full shower, all nozzles, Thirty-nine degrees celsius, ” and from the ceiling and walls powerful of jets of water at the perfect temperature immediately erupted from a half-dozen directions, drenching all of them.

Martina took a plastic bottle off of a shelf, squirted some of its contents on Rachel’s hand and her own and together they attacked their new toy with soapy hands in a way that came very close to making n cum.

But the women were careful to back off when that happened, savoring her moans of disappointment. Martina took n’s hands, cupped them, and squeezed some of the body wash into them and instructed, with a smile, “Get to work, bitch!”

n grinned widely, “Yes, Mistress!”

It was probably the most pleasant command n had ever been given and she was delighted to turn and place her soapy hands on Mistress Rachel’s firm breasts, rubbing her thumbs over their already stiff nipples. It was, like so many other things today, a sensation she’d been missing for a very long time.

Both women returned the favor and at some point, the three devices that had been used to edge and torment her were removed, well cleaned, and set on the shelf with the soap.

A hose with a hand shower appeared and used to flush the areas where they’d been, again making her struggle to hold back what she’d been forbidden.

All rinsed, Rachel again told the machine, “Hot air on drying mode, ” and warm air blasted from the walls, quickly evaporating the drops of water from their skin.

Opening a cabinet Martina produced three very fluffy heated towels that she handed out and the three used them to vigorously remove any remaining dampness.

n was drying Rachel’s back when she felt her collar being put back on. It made her smile.

The collar was a connection to her Sir, as was the small gold anklet she’d been wearing since before they ever met in person.She adored the thought that she was cherished and possessed by this unicorn who never pushed her to do anything she didn’t choose to do.

The two women led her to their boudoir where a huge bed, clearly large enough for the two couples to share, invited them. It was ornate but in a very specific and practical way: there were ringbolts, chains of varying lengths, and the head and foot board both had circular cutouts for necks and wrists.

They gestured for her to get in and directed her to a position on all fours facing the foot of the bed and then to place herself into the stocks there. n had imagined herself in this very position: locked in place, all of her holes exposed and available, and unable to turn and see whoever was using them.

Rachel and Martina took up a position about half a meter in front of her holding a pair of harnesses with very substantial and lifelike dildos mounted on them.

“We picked these up in Japan. They’re custom-fitted so that the inside fits right up against our clits, ” explained Rachel.

“And with every thrust they do this... stick out your tongue, ” Martina told her.

n obeyed and Martina turned the inside of the harness towards her and touched the metal plate there against the tip of her tongue. It sent a combination vibration and small electric shock against her proffered organ that made her squeal with surprise.

The two beautiful women took turns fitting each other’s strap-on, taking time to stroke them to test the position of the clit teasers.

“I won the toss. Open up, ” Rachel ordered, her voice taking on a tone that clearly meant she expected immediate obedience

she received. n’s mouth snapped open and the Dominatrix drove the entire latex cock straight into n’s throat, holding it deep to enjoy the vibrations and shocks from its device.

“You’d better get this lubricated, ” she warned and n understood that she would soon be feeling it in another of her entrances.

It didn’t take much for her mouth and throat to coat the rubbery shaft, encouraged by the thought of how it would soon me fucking her and wondering where...

Lost in her erotic reverie she was scarcely aware of it being taken away and replaced by Martina’s or the fact that Rachel had climbed onto the bed, taken up a position behind her, and was rubbing the head of her strap-on against the swollen and very wet lips of her labia. Only when it pushed back the hood of her clit and the textured surface made contact with that over-sensitized organ did she snap back to where she was, what she was, and how she was about to be used.

‘But which hole?’ she wondered...

Downstairs, Sir was enjoying the eager and talented oral services of Freya while watching the lithe shape of her dark-haired sister slave dance on tiptoe as He used a remote control to send sharp, stinging pulses through sensitive tissues of Rati’s clit and left nipple.

When He’d been sorting out the device Freya had suggested, He was told that for some reason Rati’s left breast was much more sensitive and had taken the advice to put two of the steel alligator clamps on that nipple. The look that that had earned Freya was one of pure rage.

And while she was at it, Freya suggested Sir attach the third clamp to the steel bar that pierced her clit hood.

As if all that wasn’t enough, she had surreptitiously thumbed the dial on the device’s remote control to almost its highest setting before handing it to him.

Stepping close, Sir held up the remote so that Rati could see the setting, an 8 out of a possible 10, and asked, “Will you be able to stand here on tiptoe when I push this?”

she glanced over at the fair-haired girl with a dagger-like glare, thinking of ways she’d repay the bitch at the first opportunity but Sir had seen that and gave her a sharp slap on her cheek. “Pay attention!”

Rati bowed her head, “i’m sorry, Sir. i will try, but i’ve felt that before and don’t think so.”

“Try.” He said as he gave the button a quick tap.

Rati lasted a second longer than the shock but fell to one knee with a long moan. “i’m sorry, Sir.”

A second, slightly longer zap left her on both knees hugging her chest and groaning.

“please, Sir... tie me up so i don’t embarrass myself anymore.”

Rati was sure she’d be able to handle it but thought Sir would enjoy a little theater.

In two steps He was looming over her and growling, “Get the fuck up and get on your toes!”

Two could play the theatrical game.

She leapt to her feet and took up a position with her hands crossed at her back about 10 centimeters from the rough stone wall of the cellar. She obeyed and assumed Sir was also play-acting, but despite all the green flags he’d shown with his n, there was just enough doubt to make it exciting. Fortunately, the young woman had had a lifetime of gymnastics and ballet growing up and still worked out and did yoga every day, so she knew she could stay up on her toes for a pretty long time. But wearing those three fucking electrified alligator clips... that was a whole new question.

Sir stepped even closer, leaning down and placing his nose a few centimeters from hers. “Incredibly sexy, ” he whispered, “I accept the gift of your pain.”

She opened her mouth to answer but at that moment he thumbed the button three quick times, each sending a jolt to her sensitive flesh. On the third, she staggered and stepped forward a few centimeters but stayed on tiptoe.

“Good girl, ” he told her, again pressing the button. This time for several seemingly-eternal seconds.

The electricity clenched every muscle in her abdomen but she held her pose.

Bending down to reach her aching pussy brought him right to eye level and she struggled to hold the gaze that seemed to be searching her soul.

It was, unsurprisingly, very, very wet.

To the enthralled Freya, who was watching while furiously fingering her cunt behind Him, He asked, “Does she always get this wet from a little pain?”

“Always. The girl’s a total painslut!”

Rati mentally added it to the list of things she was going to exact revenge for but when Sir asked, “Is that true, lovely one? Are you a painslut?”

His gently stroking paid of fingers on her swollen wetness, along with the fading pain from the clamps made forming a coherent answer, much less speaking it, a challenge. But she managed to gasp out an affirmative, “Y-y-yes, Sir.”

By then his index finger had found the tip of her clitoris poking out of the pierced hood and was teasing it with a gentle touch that seemed to belie his Sadistic nature. It was this arousal, much more than the pain, that made holding herself on tiptoe such a challenge.

He withdrew the finger and held it up between their eyes, showing the moisture glistening on it. Smiling, He returned it and slid it into the inner folds to gather more of her juices that he then gently stroked across her upper and lower lip. This act made her calves tremble as she fought to obey the command to hold her pose.

“You will ask me to shock you, ” He ordered softly.

“Yes, Sir.” she whispered, “Please shock me again, Sir.”

In one smooth movement Sir grasped the hair at the back of her head, tilted her head back, pressed His lips against hers, and pushed the button one the device.

Rati squealed into his open mouth as his tongue explored her mouth and he swallowed her scream of pain into his body.

His hand helped considerably to make her able to hold the position he’d ordered. Without it, she knew she’d have crumpled into a ball at his feet.

It had been a very long time since she’d kissed a man. Even when being permitted to play with male Doms at bondage clubs all they ever used her mouth for was fucking.

She’d all but forgotten how much she enjoyed it. The slight scratch of his beard, the forcefulness of his grasp, the strength of his passion she sensed in his every action.

Her Mistress’ kisses were wonderful but much softer, but this was what she had missed most being bi-.

Rati knew that she was receiving the passion that he would probably have loved to expressed with his n, but it didn’t matter.

It felt perfect and she kissed back with passion.

She felt his erection against her and when he moved his lips to the side of her throat, hoarsely pleaded, “please, Sir... more... shock me again...”

Sucking her earlobe into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue in a way that shivered her skin with goosebumps and her toes nearly lose their purchase and pressed the three buttons.

It took a few moments before she could summon the words through the pain, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Such a hot little painslut!” he whispered, “Maybe I’ll trade n for you...”

He didn’t mean it of course, his affection for his n was too valuable, too cherished ever release her unless she asked.

But he knew the effect the idea would have on this beauty.

His four fingers were fucking her cunt relentlessly, about every fourth stroke finding her A-spot and scratching it lightly with the well-trimmed nail on his middle finger.

“I’ll let you feel the kiss of a whip in my hand if you ask nicely...”

Suddenly Rati’s only thoughts, only ambitions, were what she would say to get him to let her experience that pain.

He felt exactly how close she was to an orgasm and ordered her to hold it back.

It was worse torture, she was sure, than anything she might feel from his whip. But she obeyed.

He had focused on the woman before him but the clear sounds of the other one fingering her very wet cunt had not escaped him.

“Shall we deal with your slutty friend now?” he asked as he removed his slippery fingers.

Out of her blissful fog she became aware of Freya’s very active masturbation. The fair-skinned girl’s body was flushed with her arousal and her eyes were closed but both hands were busy. Her left hand was teasing her clit and her right was squeezing her breast and pinching one of her nipples.

The two watched for a few moments as she danced on the edge of her release. He gently pushed Rati down off of her toes and whispered, “I never gave her permission to play with what, for tonight at least, belongs to me. I think it’s time for a little discipline.”

Smiling at the thought of getting back at her friend, Rati agrees, “Yes, Sir. She’s really bad about controlling herself.”

“Go slap her...”