I hung my head in shame.
All three of them were rather drunk, but my secret was out to the world. They saw me blow my rocks without anyone even touching me. It was like playing an air guitar. There’s no sound, but it seems to work. They just stared at me, and I realized, it wasn’t a secret any more.
“Why don’t you two wait in our bedroom,” Margo suggested. “I’ll deal with him.”
When they were gone, she started to speak. “I decided not to go out and leave you here like this. If I’d got to the bar and had a few drinks, you probably would have hung here half the night, maybe even ‘til morning. So I invited them over for some wine. I’m sorry that they saw all of that, but we were talking about eating pussy and I told them, ‘my slave was really good at it.’ Well, one thing led to another, and they decided that they wanted to see just how good you are. So you’re going to show them. But first you’re going to get down on your knees and lick all this shit from my legs and skirt as well as the floor, but you don’t mind eating cum, do you?”
I didn’t answer her.
“And you’d better not miss a drop. Understand?”
I nodded in agreement.
Finally she removed the clamps and the weight, followed by the parachute. Margo got down and released the chains from my ankles and finally slid the stool between my feet. It was difficult, but I managed to step up so my arms could be released.
When I stepped down, she unbuckled the gag strap and worked it out of my mouth.
“How long have I been here?” I asked with a garbled voice.
“Just a little over an hour. Why, did it seem longer?”
“It seemed like at least four,” I managed to say.
“Obviously you liked it, based on the stuff that’s splattered all over my skirt.”
“I couldn’t help that. It just happened.”
“Oh, you had a lot to do with it”.
Then Margo locked a foot of chain between my ankle cuffs and secured my hands behind my back.
“Lick,” she demanded, “and get every drop of your filthy stuff.”
I did what she told me. Then she retrieved a collar and leash from a near-by dresser drawer. Once it was around my neck, I was led into the master bedroom.
Both of the women were totally naked when I follow my Mistress into the room.
“Here he is girls. He’s all yours. Do whatever you want with him. Have no mercy, because he’ll like anything you want to do. Won’t you slave?”
“Of course, Mistress.”
She handed my leach to one her friends and immediately started to leave the room.
Immediately the blond with the big tits leaned back onto the bed. “Eat me, you worthless slut, and do it good. And while you’re satisfying me, Julie is going to use a whip on your tender ass. She’s not going to go easy on you either. We think it may help you work a little harder at pleasing me.”
Margo stood in the doorway and finally said, “As I said girls, he’s all yours. Do whatever you want for as long as you want, but don’t let him cum. He’s done enough of that for one night.” Then she left.
I quickly sank to my knees and buried my head between her wide open thighs. She was definitely hot and ready. Jackie grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tight, draping her long legs over my shoulders.
Immediately I started licking deep in the folds of her pussy. My tongue bulldozed it way deep inside her, lapping up the hot nectar as it flowed from her hole. As I continued to work on her honey pot, my nose nuzzled against her small, hard clit. God, that little thing was so sensitive; she jumped every time I brushed against it.
Actually brushed isn’t the right term here. My nose rammed and jammed into her lust button every time Julie slammed the whip across my ass.
I tried to do it slowly, but she continually begged for more. The pain from the whip continued to spur me along, as she started to howl.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! More, you fucking bastard! Hit him harder, Julie! Hit him harder!” she screamed. “More! H – a – r – d – e – r…. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….”
Her body shook throughout the most powerful orgasm that ever exploded within her. It raged like an uncaged tiger in her loins for several minutes, as I continued my assault. Finally I stopped, and she slowly came down from her wild ride. It took a few moments before she started to catch her breath.
“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed. “Margo’s right. You are amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that. We’re going to have to do that more often. You wait, Julie. You’re gonna really like the way he does it. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
Before long they changed places. Jackie grabbed the crop, and Julie spread her legs wide. My ass was on fire, but I smiled and dove right into her cleanly shaven mound.
My ass was whipped, and screams of joy echoed through the house for several more hours. When they were finally through with me, I was laying spread eagle on the bed, tightly bound. The problem was, they got what they needed, and I was left totally unsatisfied.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I heard Margo come home. She never bothered to check on me but went right to bed. Even if she had come in, I would have pretended to be asleep. I think it was better that way than to confront someone when you’re helpless, and they’ve probably had too much to drink.
I’m sure the sun had been up for quite some time when I heard her in the shower. Finally she released me and sent me in to clean up as well.
As I left the bedroom, she commented, “Boy, by the looks of your ass, you had quite an eventful night. Did you get them totally satisfied?”
“They were happy when they left and plan on using me some other night if it’s alright with you.”
“So, how do feel about that?”
“I don’t know. Obviously you knew what was going to happen tonight. So, I guess that’s up to you. I enjoyed it, but they were a little rough on my ass. It’s really sore.”
“It looks it, but the question is – did you like it?”
“I did, but it would have been better if I had been allowed some pleasure other than just eating pussy.”
“Slaves don’t get that pleasure. You know that, so get used to it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Finally I was in the shower, letting the hot water sprayed down on me. I was so horny; I really wanted to jerk off. I needed it so badly after last night, but I guess I’m lucky I didn’t. Margo stood in the doorway watching me.
“After last night, I really figured you’d try to grab yourself a quickie.”
“I honestly thought about it but decided against it.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t.”
“Why, what would you have done?”
“There’s just one way to find out. So, go ahead, jerk off if you want to.”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“That’s good, but you should just be happy after having all that sex last night. You liked it, didn’t you?”
“It was okay.”
“Just okay? That’s odd from the guy who compares eating pussy to a five course meal at the fanciest restaurant in town.”
“Honestly, I really liked it, but it didn’t feel right doing it with them. You know what I mean?”
“Yea, I understand.”
“So where were you while they used me half the night for their pleasure?”
“Oh, I ran into Mary and Leslie from work down at the pub. We had a few drinks and listened to the music. I didn’t want to stay here while they used you.”
“Why didn’t you check on me when you came in?” I asked.
“I thought I heard you snoring like you do on your back sometimes. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize I snore.”
“Yea, you do, but do you want to eat in this morning or get something out?”
“Let’s get dressed and go do IHOP,” I suggested.
After we ate, we had to make a stop at her
favorite store. It seems that something she had ordered had finally arrived. Of course, she couldn’t miss an opportunity to shop. You never know what you might find in a store called Leather Bound.
Sure enough… several items were added to our treasure chest of bondage devices. She thought an anal hook would come in handy every once in a while as well as a dental gag. For the life of me I didn’t know why she wanted to keep my mouth wide open, but she probably had her reasons. Then she added a couple of sexy outfits for herself. One had tall boots with nearly six inch stilettos. She knows I like her dressed in leather. The outfits alone would get me hard.
In the afternoon we drove out to the furniture makers. They had nearly completed her order. The pillory and stocks were completed, but the medieval-styled rack would be ready in a day or two. They would be delivered next week.
That night we were invited to a dinner party at one of the original partners in the law firm. I would have rather stayed home locked in the closet than be there, but she insisted. It was okay, I guess. The food was good, and there was plenty of booze available. It did bother me that one of the partners spent a little too much time talking to my wife, but I let it go. I certainly wasn’t going to make a scene. Besides, he’s probably harmless.
On the way home I mentioned it, but that didn’t go over very well. She decided a good paddling was necessary to even suggest such things.
She had me get naked and follow her to the garage. There was another shipping crate that I didn’t even know was delivered. I opened it and found a leather topped bondage horse.
“When’d you get this?” I asked.
“I ordered it a couple of weeks ago, and it arrived yesterday.”
From the bench in the front of the garage, she produced cuffs for both my wrists and ankles as well as the oversized ball gag.
Before long I was leaning over the horse with all four cuffs padlocked to the legs of the new equipment. The gag was buckled on, and my ass was perfectly presented for my punishment and her fun. I’m really not sure which one it was.
“Your attitude tonight was deplorable,” she explained. “I know you didn’t want to go to the party, but it’s part of my job. Besides that, you were jealous of my boss talking to me. Well, that kind of behavior will not be tolerated. But I think you might have a change of heart after I use this tawse on your ass a couple dozen times. And I’m not going to do it gently. When I’m done, you’ll know what true punishment is, and hopefully it will change your attitude a bit.”
She stepped back and laid one across both ass cheeks with the thick, split leather strap. She swung the monster with much more fury than ever before. A loud crack echoed off the walls of the garage.
“Ah – h – f – f….”
The pain was instant as the stiff strap slammed into the tender flesh of my ass. I shook my head and begged for her to stop, but the gag just made unrecognizable sounds of my words. Again and again she caused deep, dark red bruises to welt up on my ass.
There was no way to avoid her wrath as the agonizing beating continued. She screamed and yelled at me, making sure I understood her displeasure with my actions. But finally she was done. My angered Mistress threw down her whip and stormed out of the garage, leaving me securely locked over the horse.
As I lay there, I realized that we had passed over another threshold of our relationship. It was no longer just fun and games. This quickly was becoming a way of life, where she was truly my Mistress and I was no longer her husband. I was just her slave. It was not a husband and wife situation , and it never would be again. Tonight it was totally different.
I wasn’t comfortable, and my ass throbbed from the beating. Actually it still had some lingering soreness from last night with the twins. And being bent over at the waist and stretched the way I was only compounded the matter. So when she came and released me in the morning, I was still wide awake.
The locks were released but when I stood up, she replaced them with handcuffs. Likewise the shackles that held my feet became a set of leg irons with a twelve inch chain. The gag – it stayed locked around my head.
“Go do whatever you need to do in the bathroom then make me coffee and breakfast.”
As she sat and started to eat, she continued. “Get your cleaning done. Make sure the bathroom is spotless as well as the kitchen and then change the sheets and do the laundry. When I’m done, I’m going out. It better be perfect when I get back.”
I just nodded my head and started in.
It took me several hours to finish everything. Besides what she had told me, I vacuumed and dusted everything as well. I didn’t want to leave anything undone so she could complain. And certainly I didn’t want another whipping.
Finally, late in the afternoon my Mistress returned. She seemed to be a different person. Margo looked around and smiled, seemingly happy with what I had done. My cuffs and gag were removed, and I was sent to shower and dress.
The week went on as normal, but I did sort of remain on pins and needles, not wanting to get her mad.
On Thursday night she informed me that she was taking Friday off from work. She had been putting in too many hours and wanted a break. Besides she told me that I had an appointment for a piercing at ten the next morning.
That made me a little nervous. I had researched the ampallang piercing on line and wasn’t sure I wanted to go along with it. Some say it is very painful, as if I should worry about a little bit of pain.
Historically it was a rite of passage when a boy became a man in a primitive culture on the island of Borneo. Then I thought, isn’t my journey a type of rite of passage? Aren’t I going from a man to a slave? Maybe it is a fitting piercing.
Then I wondered where it was going to be put. An ampallang can be placed back on the glans above the urethra or closer to the end of the cock and passing right through the urethra. I figured that Margo would know where it was going.
When I got out of the shower in the morning, Margo was waiting with a bag of ice.
“Here, hold this on your cock.”
I never questioned it. I knew what was coming next. When my pecker had shrunk smaller than a large caterpillar, she applied a bit of KY gel and pushed it into a cage. Again she had to use a hook of sorts to grab my Prince Albert to pull it into the very end of the tight, stainless steel prison. Mistress closed a ring around both my cock and balls and locked it in place.
“Aren’t I getting pierced today?”
“Yes, but this is your new chastity cage, and we have to mark your little wiener, so the piercing goes in the exact right place.”
“I just wondered.”
By mid-morning we were walking into the tattoo shop and were greeted by Brad. He had a little smile on his face, so I guess he was a little more excited than I was.
“Come on into the back guys. You know where to go,” he said, looking at me. “Tommy, you might as well get undressed and get up in the chair.”
I sat there naked except for the cage in the gyno chair and waited, while they talked outside. For some reason I was a little embarrassed sitting there totally exposed, but I guess I’d get used to it. I heard them laughing and knew it was at my expense.
When they came in the room, I saw Margo pull something shiny out of her purse. It was a pair of handcuffs.
“I know how much you like these, so I thought we’d make this a bondage session as well,” she explained.
She immediately closed one of the cuffs around my right wrist and secured it to the bottom of the chair. Then she did the same with the other. Meanwhile Brad had strapped each ankle tightly to the stirrups of the chair. Then I was ignored, as they discussed the piercing.
Finally Brad explained the procedure.
“I’m going to push a cutter through your cock head. Some guys say it hurts like hell, and others say it wasn’t any worse than piercing an ear. I’ve never had one, so I can’t tell you for sure. Your Mistress has told me that this new cage is designed to work along with the ampallang. Once you’re t
otally healed, which will take six to eight months, your cock will be held in the cage by a shaft running through your piercing and screwed into the cage on each side.
“You’re wearing the cage today, so I pierce the exact right placement for the future, so don’t be alarmed as we turn the cage or pull your dick in a little tighter. We want to make sure it’s totally right the first time.”
They played around with it for a minute or two until they were satisfied.
“Normally I’d use a size twelve cutter, but for this application I going to go a little bigger with a size eight. When it’s healed, we’ll stretch it a little larger if we have to. I’ve decided to leave the cage on, cut the hole and then put a longer barbell in. There may be a little bleeding for a couple of days, but it will soon stop. Any questions?”
I shook my head back and forth.
Brad turned up the volume on the radio, while Margo pushed a gag into my mouth. Then my cock was swabbed down with an antiseptic. With purple latex gloves covering his fingers, the cutter was removed from its package. I felt him grab hold of my caged member. Starting on my left side, he carefully lined up the instrument pushed the round blade into my cock head. It hurt like a bastard, as it penetrated the soft tissue of my dick.
“M – m – m…,” I moaned, as my body stiffened.
“Almost through. Hold on,” he whispered, as he twisted and pushed.
Finally it came out through the cage exactly where he wanted it.
“Almost done. I have to put the barbell in.”
The shaft of the barbell was put on the end of the cutter and used to push the cutter back through. That hurt equally as well. He screwed a round ball on the end of the shaft and cleaned everything up with another dose of antiseptic.
“Make sure you soak it every day and follow these instructions. And don’t remove the cage. It’s held in place by the shaft and the balls on each end.”
Margo pulled out the gag and released me from the chair.
“How long does the cage have to stay on?” I asked with tears in my eyes.
“I’d let it heal at least a couple of months before we remove it, but twist the barbell both directions several times a day and make sure you soak.”
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