My Wish Was Her Command

by Dan Moran

  I turned back around, closed my eyes, and readied myself. Again, I heard the sound of Diane’s arm drawing back, the instant of rushing air, and then felt the most painful smack I’d ever received. “AHHH-AH!!” I shouted. A tear actually rolled down my cheek, but at the same time, my stuff dick pulsed. The pain and the pleasure washed over me and filled my body with electric fire.

  “Justine, would you help me take some pictures?”

  “Of course.”

  I remained where I was as the two of them took several more photos of me, walking around behind me to get different angles. After some moments, Justine came up to me and massaged my ass, then kissed the back of my neck. “You poor dear,” she said. “I’d feel bad for you if I didn’t know how much you wanted and deserved your punishment.”

  “What do you have in store for him next?” Diane asked.

  “Hmm... Well, I think we should give his ass a little break. Let’s do something else to torment and humiliate him.”

  “Certainly,” said Diane. “How about tying him up? Let’s get some good bondage pictures.”

  “Great idea! Anyway, I think it’s about time we took his clothes away. Come on now,” she said to me. “On your feet. Strip for us. We want you completely naked.”

  I joyfully complied, quickly removing all of my clothes and standing naked before them. Diane said, “Let’s start with the ropes in my bag.” She and Justine began rummaging in the bag she’d brought, pulling out bundles of white rope and tossing them onto the floor.

  Justine said, “We also have some restraints in the bedroom, and—Oh! The collar! I can’t believe we started without the collar!”

  “It’s okay,” Diane said. “We can collar him right now before anything else. Is that how you two usually start?”

  “Yes. We have a deal where one of us gives the other person the key to the collar’s lock, and this is like our formal handing over of ourselves and surrendering to the other person.”

  “I didn’t realize you did submissive stuff too,” Diane said. “All of the pictures you put up were with you in control.”

  “Oh,” Justine replied, and I could hear the slight weakness in her voice again. “Well, yes, I suppose we did forget to mention that when we met. Most of the time I’m dominant, but we did try reversing things before... We both liked it, just not as much. He really enjoys being my slave much more, and I love being in command of him.”

  “Hmm. Well, it’s interesting, anyway. It opens up some possibilities, if you want...”

  The room was quiet again. “Well... we’ll see.” Justine said meekly. “For now, let’s keep dominating my husband.” She turned to me then. “Go upstairs and get the collar. Let’s show Diane how we do this.” I ran to grab the collar, lock, and key from the bedroom, and rushed back downstairs. Justine sat on the couch once more, while Diane set up the tripod and video camera nearby.

  “This sounds interesting,” Diane said. “I’d like to film it. I’m already taping, so just do whatever you do when you’re ready.”

  Justine regarded me with pursed lips and arched brows, arms folded and legs crossed. “Well, my love? How do you approach your Mistress?”

  I dropped to all fours, held the collar in my teeth, and crawled slowly toward the couch, Diane panning with the camera to follow my movement. When I reached Justine, I placed my head in her lap, and she took the collar gently with her left hand. “Thank you.”

  I then brought forth the little key, which I’d been holding in one fist as I crawled. Justine put out her right hand, palm up. I placed the key in her palm lovingly, and with true, sincere submission in my heart, I said, “I am now yours.”

  “Very good,” she said, as Diane left the video camera rolling and picked up her digital cam. “Lift your chin, my pet,” Justine instructed, and I tilted my head back and thrust my bare throat forward. She slowly wrapped the buckled leather of the collar around my neck, adjusting straps, its heaviness comforting me and making my dick pulse with the knowledge that I was hers, hers to command and enjoy, hers to do with as she would. I smiled with delight as she snapped the lock into its central ring and clicked it shut. Diane was clicking away. “Gorgeous,” she said. “I love it.” Justine held my chin and turned my head to face Diane. “Smile for the camera, my darling slave. Show her just how much you love being my submissive plaything.”

  “So now he’ll do anything you want? Anything at all?”

  “Of course. And since there are two of us in command tonight, he’ll do anything you want, too.”

  “Ooo, that’s wonderful. I love having a slave.”

  “Why not make him do something right now?” Justine offered. “Just as a show of loyalty?”

  “Hmmm... OK. Tilt your head back and open your mouth wide for your Mistress. Justine, will you spit into his mouth?”

  She giggled. “You’re wicked,” she said, as I obeyed and opened wide. She leaned over me and let a long, slow stream of spit roll of her tongue and into my mouth. She put her fingers on my chin then, gently shutting my mouth, and said, “Swallow.” I gulped down her saliva and licked my lips.

  “What a wonderfully eager slave,” Diane said, snapping another picture and then putting her camera down.

  “Yes, he does love to please. Now, weren’t we going to tie him up?”

  “Of course,” Diane said. “Let’s start with a simple hog tie. Down on the ground!” she said to me.

  “You heard her,” Justine said, lifting one leg to place a heel on my chest. As she gently pushed me down to the floor, I caught a glimpse between her legs and noticed that she’d removed her panties at some point. There was a glint of wetness, too. I became all the more hard and eager to know how hot my lover was becoming.

  I lay on my back, and Diane stood over my head, one high heel close to each of my shoulders. She looked down on me with sinister delight, hands on her hips and a bundle of looped rope on one fist. I stared into the darkness beneath her skirt and saw that, above the well-sculpted thighs, she wore black panties. “Justine, have you ever used rope instead of cuffs?” she called back, still staring down.

  “No, but I’d love to learn.” Justine came over and put a foot on either side of my chest, standing over me, close to Diane. My erection throbbed to see the two women standing over my naked form and planning how to tie me up.

  “Roll over!” Diane commanded. “Hands behind your back!” I did this, and my wrists were seized in a strong grip. Diane instructed Justine, “Now start with a loop like this... then around each wrist this way... criss-cross and leave another loop to tie to something else....” Ropes were wrapped about my arms and threaded through in various ways as the lesson progressed. Diane then instructed Justine to grab my ankles and pull them up to my wrists behind me. My knees were bent, and I felt my ankles being tied to my wrists. Finally, the two of them stepped away, Diane commenting, “Now, let’s admire our handiwork.”

  “He looks very secure,” Justine noted.

  “Indeed. Why don’t you get one of the gags out of my bag while I set up the cameras?”

  I tried to see everything that was going on, but I was flat on the floor, my erection pressed down somewhat painfully, and I had limited range of motion. Justine eventually crouched before me, holding a red ball gag. I didn’t know if it was ours, or one that Diane had brought. “Come on, open up,” she said enticingly, as if offering me a piece of chocolate. I obeyed her, and the plastic ball was stuffed between my lips, the straps pulled around my head and secured with a quick knot.

  “Justine, why don’t you stay crouched just like that? Yes, now look at the camera. Show off your trophy husband. Good. Now hold his head and turn it to face me. That’s great. Now, how about standing up. Give me a good saucy pose, and put one foot on his head. You can do it lightly; you don’t really have to press down or anything. Just show us how you subdue him with those wonderful shoes. Good. Oh, that’s good. Now roll him onto his side, so his front faces the camera.”

  Justine bent down
to do this. “Okay, over you go.” As she flipped me onto my side, I felt how tightly I was tied, how completely I was at her mercy.

  My newly-freed dick sprang up and pointed at the camera. “That’s it,” Diane said, snapping away. “Show us how hard it makes you. You just love it, don’t you? You love being subdued and helpless and totally at your wife’s mercy.”

  “Ghnn-Hgn!” I agreed as best I could.

  Justine began placing her feet on various parts of my body, always one foot at a time, getting a picture taken in each pose. Diane set up the camera on a timer then and came over to join in, both women stepping on my naked body, lightly dominating me with their shoes, the camera clicking photos every few seconds. At one point, I heard an odd noise, and Diane said, “Well, that’s it for the first roll of film in that one. Need to take a break.”

  “OK,” Justine said. “I’m going to untie his ankles. I think we’ve had enough of this pose.” She did so and pulled the gag out of my mouth, wiping away some of the excess saliva. My hands were still tied behind my back, and she pulled me up into a kneeling position. “How are you, my love?” she said with a smile, stroking my hair.

  “Great, my sweet lovely Mistress. Wonderful.”

  She winked at me, then picked up her wine glass from an end table. “Here, you must be thirsty.” She held the glass to my lips and tipped it gently, letting me sip slowly and not taking it away until I was done. I was surprised that the wine was still somewhat cool, and it was crisp and refreshing to drink.

  “Okay,” Diane said, snapping some things into place on the tripod. “We’ve got a whole new roll in there, and I put in a new memory card for the digital camera. The tape in the recorder has plenty of time left. So, what should we do next, Justine? Care to tie him up some different way?”

  “Actually, I want him to eat me. I’m so fucking hot from having him tied up under my feet, and I want to come.” She looked up at Diane. “How about you make him eat me? Command him to make me come, and feel free to spank him some more.”

  “Mmm, sounds good to me,” Diane replied. “I’ve got a good idea for the pictures, too.”

  Justine then knelt in front of the couch and bent herself over it, lifting her skirt. I felt a finger slide into the collar, and then Diane was dragging me across the floor. I walked on my knees, trying to keep up with her. We got to the couch and Diane said, “Now kiss your wife’s ass! Do it!” I began kissing Justine’s lovely round cheeks, trying to cover every inch, doing it rapidly and eagerly. The smell of her aroused sex was strong. “Now her pussy,” Diane commanded, and I stuck my face further forward, kissing the trembling, swollen lips. Justine moaned in short, staccato bursts, occasionally twitching all over. “Now EAT!” Diane commanded. I lapped and nibbled, sticking my tongue out and in, savoring the wonderful taste of Justine’s ecstasy. She moaned much louder now, and her cries grew longer. She started pounding the couch with her fists as she shoved her pussy back against me.

  Then I felt a hand on the back of my head. Diane pushed me forward, shoving my face further into Justine. “Get in there!” she demanded. “Bury your face in your wife’s ass! That’s where it belongs! Deeper! Eat!” She pressed me hard into Justine’s dripping twat, and Justine shrieked with delight. When Diane let go, I pulled back for a quick breath before diving in again.

  Crack! came the startling feel of the paddle on my ass. “Did I say you could come up for air?” Diane asked indignantly. “Get back in there! Do it!” She punctuated her orders with strong smacks of the paddle.

  “Mmmmnghhgh! Mmmmhmnh!” I cried as the stinging blows fell.

  “Oooohhhhhhhhh...... Ooooooo....,” moaned my lover as she thrashed on the couch, grinding her labia against my face.

  “You’d better make her come!” Diane shouted, and whack! came the swat. “I’m going to spank your helpless, reddened ass until she comes!” Whap!

  As it happened, Justine came almost immediately after Diane said that. She threw back her head and screamed with pleasure, her cunt throbbing on my mouth. Diane gave me a few more swats just for good measure, then pulled my head aside so she could take some pictures of Justine’s drenched pussy. I was surprised to see Justine keep her ass thrust out toward the camera, turning her head to smile at Diane as she showed off her naked sex. I didn’t think she had any exhibitionist tendencies, but I suppose we were both entering new territory this night.

  Justine finally rolled over and sat on the couch, getting her breath back. “Ahhh, that was a good start,” she said. “I’m ready for some more wine. What about you two?”

  “I’d love some,” Diane said.

  “If you permit me,” I said in humble arousal.

  “Oh, of course I permit you, my lovely little slave! I’ll even untie your hands so you can go get it for us. Diane, will you help me?”

  I turned around and the two women worked at my bonds, freeing me and helping me to my feet. I gave a stretch, my limbs being a little stiff, and as I leaned back in front of them, showing off my erection, Justine grabbed my balls. She didn’t exactly squeeze, but she had them in a firm grip. “I didn’t say you could dawdle,” she told me, using her harsher tone. “Just remember that these balls are mine, and if you take too long, I will punish them. Now move it!” She let go, and I turned to grab her glass before dashing into the kitchen. Diane’s glass was still on the kitchen table, with a little left in it. As I refilled the two glasses with the remainder of the Vouvray, I once again wondered if anyone could see into the kitchen. I was, after all, wearing nothing but a leather collar. Hopefully the neighbors were not out walking their dogs at that particular moment.

  I brought the two glasses in and found Diane half-reclining on one end of the couch, her legs resting in Justine’s lap. Justine rubbed them and said, “These are great stockings... where can I get some like these?” Her fingers wandered caressingly toward the hem of Diane’s short skirt.

  “I’ll give you some catalogs,” Diane said, looking at my wife intensely. “You’d look good in stockings like this. You might also like to get some of these panties.” She slowly raised her skirt, shifting her legs to spread them slightly, showing Justine the skimpy underwear made of some black fabric that was somewhat see-through. I stood frozen with a glass of wine in each hand in the living room doorway, watching in lustful fascination as my wife inched her hand up to Diane’s crotch. She brushed her fingertips lightly and slowly against the fabric over Diane’s pussy.

  “These are rather sexy...,” she said.

  Just when it was getting really hot between them, Diane looked in my direction. “Your slave of a husband has brought us our drinks,” she said.

  I felt bad for spoiling the fun, but when Justine looked at me, she did not seem especially disappointed. “Over here, my pet,” she said, rubbing Diane’s lower legs once more. “Come on, stand close.” I stood right next to the couch, holding their drinks, my naked cock swaying stiffly before the lovely ladies.

  “Can your slave keep very still?” asked Diane. “Can we play with him without him spilling our drinks?”

  “Oh, he’s very good that way. Watch.” She reached up and grabbed my dick, pulling it toward her and gripping it hard. I struggled to keep my footing as my hips were pulled forward over the edge of the couch. “Now you try something,” Justine said, offering my flesh to our new friend.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” said Diane casually as she reached up with her right hand and pinched my left nipple hard. She pulled it toward her, trying to get me to come down, but I strained to keep standing, feeling the delicious stretching pain. She pinched harder then, and I gritted my teeth. “Oh,” she said in a mock-pouting tone, “does that hurt?”

  “Here, let me get the other one,” Justine said, pinching and pulling at my right nipple while still tugging on my cock.

  “Ahhhh…” I whispered, enjoying the sweetness of having these women torment me. I loved the feeling of yielding my flesh and being completely theirs.

  Finally, though, they
both let go and took their drinks. “Okay,” Justine said. “You did well. Now go get your drink and come back right away. We have much more planned for you, my love.” They winked at each other and clinked glasses as I hurried back to the kitchen.

  I’d poured all that was left of the open bottle for those two, so I had to open a new one to pour a glass for myself. I chose a nice burgundy. I had some trouble with the cork, which broke while I was pulling it out, so it was a couple of minutes before I got back to the living room with a glass in my hand.

  This time I was even more pleasantly surprised. Justine was now completely naked, sitting in Diane’s lap. I saw that Diane’s skirt was gone, too, though her panties were still on. Without the skirt, her stockinged legs and high heels looked even sexier. Her right hand was on Justine’s sternum, fingers poised to slide up and grab a breast.

  “Well,” said Justine in a harsh tone, turning toward me, “You certainly took your sweet time. I do not like my humble servant being out of my sight for so long. Did you not hear me when I told you to come back right away?”

  “Um...” I began.

  “Answer your Mistress!” Diane snapped, stretching her arm out straight and pointing at me.

  “I did hear you, Mistress, and I tried to obey, but I had to open another bottle...”

  “Tried to obey?” Justine said, getting to her feet and posing with her hands on her hips. Her lovely nakedness made her fierce tone all the more delightful for me. “When I give you a command, I want you to do more than try! I want you to do as I say! Now drink that wine! All of it! Gulp it down!” I emptied the glass and placed it on an end table. “Now get on the floor! Do it! Crawl over here and beg for forgiveness!”

  I got on all fours and slowly made my way toward where she stood. Diane rose from the couch as well and stood next to Justine. I prostrated myself before my wife, then kissed the tips of her shoes. “Please, Mistress,” I said in a shaky whisper. “I’m sorry. I should have obeyed.”