by Dan Moran
“Now beg forgiveness from Diane as well. You kept us both waiting. Do it!”
I wriggled over and began kissing the tips of Diane’s shoes. “More,” Diane said firmly. “Kiss the shoes all over. That’s it. Now lick the heel. Do it, you disobedient little slave.” I tongued the high heels, and Diane said, “Slower. Show my heels the respect that they deserve.” I kissed and licked every part of her heels, letting my tongue trail very slowly over the lovely black surface. “Good,” she said finally. “Now lie on your back.”
“Do as she says,” said Justine, planting a heel on my sternum and kicking me lightly back. I was getting to love this move.
Smiling, lying naked on the floor as the two lovely women looked down on me, I saw that Diane held some thin white cord. “Now,” she said to Justine, “I’m going to show you how to tie up his balls.”
I raised my head at that. Justine arched an eyebrow and smiled as she looked at me. “Tie up his balls, eh? Sounds intriguing.”
“Why don’t you have a seat on his chest, so you can watch me do it up close?”
I saw Diane crouch down between my legs, holding the cord, before Justine blocked my view by standing over my torso and then sitting on it, facing away from me. I felt someone holding my balls and heard the two of them muttering to each other. Justine turned around then and commanded me over her shoulder, “Spread your legs. I want them nice and wide. Your balls belong to us, and we are going to tie them up and have some fun with them, so give us some room to work.”
She turned back to face Diane, and I did as she instructed, spreading my legs as wide as possible, completely yielding my genitals to the whims of these women. Justine reached forward, and I felt her pulling my dick back to my stomach and holding it there, so as to give Diane easier access to my balls. Then the cord was wrapped around the top of my sack a few times. I felt a fumbling and heard Diane instructing Justine about the knot. “Like this,” she said. “Then you can pull it tighter a little bit at a time.” I felt the loop of cord being cinched and my balls squeezed slightly into the stretching skin.
“Careful with those,” Justine said. “They’re precious. I need my husband’s genitals kept in good working order.”
“Oh, don’t worry, this won’t cause any damage. It just makes them extra sensitive.” She then said more loudly, so I could hear, “Isn’t that right?” and began tickling my bulging sack with the lightest touch of her fingertips.
“Ooohhh... yes, yes, it’s... oooo! Ah! They’re—ah!” I squirmed at the tickling as much as I could with Justine sitting on my chest. I couldn’t help letting out little gasps and giggles, either.
“Justine, your slave is rather noisy,” Diane commented. “If we’re going to torment his balls, perhaps you should muffle that mouth of his. Just scoot back a little and sit on his face.”
Justine let out an excited giggle as she rose slightly, wriggled backward on her knees until her ass was right over my face, and then lowered herself, her weight pressing her wet pussy against my mouth.
“Mmmppphfff!”
“There, that’s better,” I heard Diane say, my ears barely sticking out from under Justine’s buttocks. “Now where’s that feather I got out of the bag? Ah, here it is. Now take this and give him a good tickling.”
“Great idea!”
I began to feel light touches, feather strokes on my balls and the base of my cock, which Justine still held against my stomach. Diane was now holding my legs apart, and one of them held taut the cord that bound my balls. Every time I squirmed too much at the tickling, my ball sack would pull against the cord, giving me a little jolt of pain. I had to try to keep still to avoid this, but the tickling was maddening. My heart raced with the over-stimulation, especially as Justine began to use the feather to tickle the insides of my thighs and the area around my genitals, and one or both of them also used lightly dancing fingertips to tickle me in those areas as well as on my sides, just under my ribs. I strove to keep still as the women giggled and tickled, and my cock strained against Justine’s grip, amazingly hard at this new sensation of helpless stimulation. I gasped and yelped, but the sounds were muffled by Justine’s crotch pressing against my face. I wanted to scream and cry and come with agony and pleasure all at once. I think I would have shot a load in another few seconds, but Justine suddenly lifted her ass off my face, and the two women stopped.
“There, get some fresh air,” Justine said, bending forward and looking at me between her legs. “How do you like me on your face?”
“I... love it...” I said, gasping.
“I thought so. I just knew you’d love me using your face as a sex toy. And I love it when you try to yell when my pussy’s on your mouth. The vibrations drive me crazy.”
“He seemed to be protesting against our tickling,” Diane said with a smirk. “If he doesn’t like the light touch, let’s give him the hard version. Ever spank his balls?”
“Oooo, no, we’ve never tried that,” Justine replied, then looked at me again. “But we’re going to now. How about it, slave? Ready for your ball spanking?”
“Uh... yes, I guess... if you desire it, Mistress....”
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t desire it too, you little pain slut! Now give me your face again.” Without waiting, she sat on my face once more. I did my best to move my mouth around and eat her as much as I could, but my motion was limited by her weight pressing on me. I confess that I completely loved the sensation.
“Now,” Diane said, “you don’t want to use too much force. Just some light taps with the fingers. Never use your palm.” I felt my balls being whacked, and it did hurt, but not in an extreme way. It was a new kind of pain, and being given it in this way was also a pleasure. “Here, you try,” I heard, and then Justine whacked my balls lightly and rapidly.
“MMMHH! HHG! GGRRGH!!!” I yelped as they punished my helplessly exposed sack, its skin extra sensitive from stretching and bulging over the loops of cord that bound by balls.
Every yelp I gave into Justine’s pussy seemed to drive her harder. “OH!” she would shriek. “Oh yes! Oh! That’s it! Cry in pain, slave!” She only spanked my balls harder and ground her pussy more forcefully against my hot, soaking face. In moments, she came powerfully, screaming in short, sharp bursts of delight. Making her come was too much for me, and even though I wanted to save my orgasm for later, I could not hold back. Sperm shot out of me in long, hot jets, and I cried out to the extent that was possible with my face covered. Justine got up off my face then, rolling her ass onto the floor next to me and lying back, panting, holding herself up on her elbows. As I slowly came back to myself from the intense high of orgasm, I saw that Diane was clicking pictures of us once more.
“I’m... sorry...” I said between gasps. “I didn’t mean to come so soon. I knew that it would be forbidden.”
Justine reached for my cheek and stroked it. “Don’t worry about it,” she said with a smile. “That was great. It’s all good. Don’t worry; we’ll make you come again.”
Diane put down her camera and got on the floor, crawling over me and resting her head on Justine’s belly. All of my come had splattered on Justine, and Diane now stuck a fingertip in some of it and slid it around. She gathered a little and reached up to rub it on one of Justine’s nipples. Her eyebrows were raised as if to question whether this was okay. Justine seemed to understand and nodded, whispering, “Yes. Please touch me. I want you to touch me.”
Diane slid her fingertip, coated in my sperm, over Justine’s nipple, then slithered up her body a little to suck it clean. “Ohhhh...” Justine whimpered forcefully at having her tit sucked by this woman for whom she clearly longed.
“Mmm,” Diane hummed, then licked her lips. “Delicious.” She then lapped at the remaining jizz on Justine’s belly, working her way lower and beginning to get her face between Justine’s legs.
“Oh... oh no, it’s too soon...” Justine said, reaching down to touch Diane’s head. Diane came up onto all fours, crawled o
ver Justine, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Justine’s arms were bent at the elbows and on the floor at her sides; it looked like she was tied to a bed, even though no cuffs or ropes were in place. I smiled at this natural expression of submission to her yearning for Diane.
“I’m sorry,” she said when they paused in their kissing. “I do want you to, Diane, but I have to wait a little while.”
“That’s perfectly fine, you sweet darling,” Diane replied. “I’m here for your pleasure. For both of your pleasure,” she added, looking in my direction.
“But I want you to be pleased,” Justine continued, almost begging. “I want you to be here for your pleasure, too.” She looked very intently at Diane. I knew what she wanted, and the tension was sweet in the air as she could not quite bring herself to say it clearly. “I mean, if there’s anything that you want... you can just tell me. You know, I mean, you can tell me what to do...”
“I think I know what you mean,” Diane said, getting to her feet. She stood above Justine, hands on hips, looking down, as the two of them had done to me earlier. Justine lay where she was, seeming to thrust her torso up, smiling. Diane turned and stepped away, going back to her bag of goodies at the far end of the couch. She reached into the bag and said calmly, “Justine, I want you to get on all fours and come over here.”
Justine got up quickly, rolling onto her hands and knees, her smile broadening as she slowly crawled forward, making every movement deliberately sensuous, her naked body displaying its loveliness in a dozen different ways. She headed away from me a little toward the couch, where Diane sat, holding another leather collar. “It’s a good thing we have two of these, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Justine breathlessly, stopping on the floor at Diane’s feet. I could hear the trembling in her voice.
“Yes?” Diane repeated, as if surprised. Then she bent down slowly and took hold of Justine’s chin with one hand. “ ‘Yes’ what?”
“Yes... Mistress,” my wife answered, and I instantly smelled her renewed arousal.
“Very good,” Diane said, letting go of her chin. “Now, this collar doesn’t have a lock like the other one, so there’s no key, and we can’t do the little ritual that you do with your husband. But I do want you to ask for it.”
“Please, Mistress. I want you to collar me. Oh, I want it so bad. Please, please...”
“Very well,” Diane said, and wrapped the black leather around Justine’s neck, buckling it in place and cinching it rather tightly. Then she bent down and kissed her again. I could see both their jaws moving as they lovingly tongued inside their locked lips, and Justine moaned softly. I was pleased that she was getting to fulfill both her old desire for the touch of an experienced woman, and her new desire for occasional submission. I was also getting hard again watching this. In my wildest fantasies, I could never have imagined that such a scene would ever take place.
“Now up on your knees,” Diane said, “and start undoing these laces on my top.” Justine began to fiddle with the strings that held Diane’s blouse front in place. Diane looked at me then and said sharply, “You too, slave! Over here and help your wife release my breasts!”
I certainly didn’t need to be told twice. I was very definitely erect once again as Justine and I loosened Diane’s blouse strings, peeled back her blouse, and allowed her luscious pale tits to spill out. They were big, soft C-cups with large brown nipples that were now totally stiff. “Tongues only,” said Diane, and we both began licking and nibbling those fantastic breasts. After a couple of minutes, Diane pushed my face away and said, “You! Get over there by the tripod!” I walked over to the video camera, and Diane instructed me to point it at the couch, where Justine was still eagerly sucking a nipple. “Look through the viewfinder,” Diane instructed. “You should see the word ‘Pause’.”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now hit the green button on top. Now you should see a blinking red dot in the lower left.”
“I do.”
“All right. Just stay there for a while. Let me know if anything stops or beeps.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Diane then grabbed Justine by the hair and pulled her face away from her tits. “And you, my dear, will now remove my panties. No using your hands. In fact, give me some rope.”
Justine found one of the lengths of rope that they’d recently used to tie me, and handed it meekly to Diane, who said, “Turn around, you little slut. Give me your wrists.” Justine complied, and her hands were soon bound behind her back. I loved the way this made her breasts stand out and thrust forward. Diane slid down on the couch and spread her legs, commanding, “Now, turn around and get these off me.”
Justine shifted on her knees until she was facing Diane, then put her head in the crotch of her new mistress, using her teeth to grab bits of the waistband and slowly work the black panties away. Diane did help out a bit, closing her legs to let the underwear roll down to her knees, then stepping out a bit as Justine brought the fabric down to the floor. Justine then knelt between the other woman’s knees, panting with desire to see the newly exposed pussy. Diane spread her legs again and reached down with both hands to peel her wet, pink lips apart. I could see fresh, pale pink among the shiny black hairs, damp with arousal, and could hear the slick sounds as she stuck a fingertip in and wiggled it around a little.
“Ohhh,” moaned Diane as she masturbated. “Just look at this, Justine. Look at my lovely pussy. Desire it. This is what you crave, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, God yes!”
“You would just love to worship me with your mouth, wouldn’t you? To get your tongue inside me and pleasure me until I come?”
“Please. Oh please let me, Mistress. I’m begging you.” She was almost sobbing.
“Shall I let you? Are you worthy? Will you be mine and do anything that I ask?”
“I will be yours, oh God, I am yours, Mistress, I will do anything, oh please let me serve you, please let me taste you, please let me make you come...”
“I permit it,” Diane finally said, and Justine’s face shot forward. From where I stood, I could no longer see Diane’s pussy, but Justine’s head moved around between the woman’s thighs and I heard wet, sloppy sounds amid the sighs and squeals of both women. Diane had her eyes half-closed and was fondling her own tits. I could not believe that I was actually seeing this hot action. My wife was naked with her hands tied behind her back, kneeling in front of some dominant woman wearing nothing but fishnets and a mostly undone blouse, eating her pussy while I stood mere feet away, filming it. I had to grip my dick and start stroking, absolutely loving this evening so far.
Diane looked at me as I started jacking off, and she said, “You like this? You want this?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped. “I fucking love it.”
“Then get over here. I want to watch you fuck Justine while she eats me.”
I walked over toward the couch and knelt behind Justine. Diane lifted her head by the hair again and said, “Justine, I know you said that it’s too soon, but your husband is hard and needs satisfaction. You must make your hot naked flesh available to him. I want to see it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Justine gasped.
“Good. Now get your face back down there and keep eating.” She shoved Justine’s head back down, holding it, pressing it against herself, moaning and saying to me, “Do it. Fuck her. Shove your cock inside her...”
I took aim at Justine’s moist slit, gripping my dick and teasing her lips by rubbing my cock-head around the opening and just inside. Then I pushed forward, sinking into her hot, tight cunt and sighing with delight. “Ohhhhh, yesssssss....”
“MMnnnnhhh-hhhh!” Justine shouted in muffled ecstasy.
Diane had let go of her head, but it was still firmly planted against her pussy, her eagerness stronger than any chain or collar. I held onto Justine’s ass as I ground slowly in and out, and I looked at Diane. She panted and squirmed, loving Justine’s tongue, caressing my wife’s h
air with one hand, the other hand playing with one nipple. She gasped rapidly as she watched us. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Yes yes yes...” I reached down and around to grab Justine’s tits, groping them and making her moan more loudly into the other woman’s wet sex. Diane had her eyes closed all the way now, and as she tilted her head back, I could hear the long, low moan become a sharp cry. “Ohhh... ooooohhhhhOOHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH-AH! AH! Oh! Oh! Ah-haaaaa!!!”
Her orgasm was incredibly loud, and I paused in my thrusting, giving Justine a chance to focus on her handiwork and savor Diane’s pleasure. When Diane’s hyperventilation had calmed down to mere hard breathing, she held Justine’s face in both hands and kissed her lovingly. “You did so well, darling,” she said, petting her. “Now I want to see you suck. I want to see you take your slave’s cock in your mouth.” She glanced up at me, and I obediently pulled out.
Justine shifted around and crawled to where I knelt on the floor. She engulfed me immediately with her mouth, making a slight gagging sound as she used the back of her throat to massage my knob. “Ohhh,” I sighed, tilting my head back, running my fingers through Justine’s damp hair. “Oh that’s so good. Oooo you’re so good to me...”
“You!” Diane said suddenly, pointing at me. “On your back. Spread your legs. I’m going to take some more pictures, and I want to see everything.”
I obeyed her, lying back on the floor, spreading wide, holding Justine’s hair to one side so Diane could take some shots of her face while it was full of my cock. Justine bobbed and slurped and hummed, and I felt the next orgasm looming over the horizon. Her hot wet mouth amazed me with the sweet feeling it could give me, taking me to delicious heights of bliss that made me tremble all over.
She took her mouth away for a moment and switched to licking and nibbling my shaft, her mouth sliding up and down on all sides. Lowering her face, she tongued my testicles, tugging on the cord that still bound my balls. I grunted a little as she gave quick, small jerks on the cord, pulling my balls slightly and causing that strange, subtle new pain but also soothing me with her hot tongue, saliva trailing wetly all over my sack. Licking her way back up to the head, she slid her lips once more around it and sucked with short, rapid bobs and loud slurping noises. “Oh God!” I moaned. “I’m gonna come! Oh, I’m gonna...”
