Mistress's New Toy

  It was at the end of such a day that She and Her new lover, Caroline, had come to the dungeon to use and abuse him.  He had never met Caroline, and his first impressions of her were both auditory and olfactory, as he heard her descend the stairs with his Mistress, and caught a whiff of her hot and musky perfume.
   “…and this is my slave boy,”  he heard his Mistress say as they came into the chamber.  The Mistress unlocked the chain from his thick, leather slave collar and replaced it with a leash.  Simultaneously, She removed the blindfold and ball-gag, and allowed Her slave to acclimatize himself to the light in the dungeon.  The slave dutifully kept his eyes lowered to the ground, as She demanded, yet curiosity did cause them to wander in Caroline’s direction.
  A sharp smack broke the silence as the Mistress slapped him hard across the face.  “Did I tell you to look at our visitor, slave boy?” She demanded.
  “No, Mistress,”  he stammered;  “please forgive me, Mistress!”  Several more sharp smacks echoed through the room as the Mistress slapped him repeatedly.  “I also didn’t ask you to speak beyond My question, did I?”
She asked.
  “No Mistress,”  Her slave feebly replied.
  The Mistress took Caroline’s hand and led her to the large leather love seat, motioning for her to sit beside Her.  She put Her arm around Caroline’s waist and commanded Her slave to approach on his knees.
  “Caroline is curious about My hobby, so I have invited her to participate in our session tonight,”  She told her slave; “You may look at us.”
  The slave raised his eyes to the two women sitting on the sofa, and there seated beside his Mistress was an exquisite creature with long, wavy, blond hair, ice blue eyes set in a perfectly oval face, full lips that revealed straight, even, white teeth, and a regal bearing.  She was slightly taller than his Mistress, and certainly more voluptuous, with generous breasts, a small waist and curved hips.  She was dressed in a black leather pinafore dress that clung to her body, exposed her shoulders and reached down to just above her knees.  Her bare legs were long and shapely with a light, golden glow that indicated she spent a lot of time outdoors.  Her feet were clad in black, open toed sandals with stiletto heels.
   She returned his gaze openly and steadily.  “So, is it true that you actually like to be whipped?”  she asked.  He looked to his Mistress for permission to answer the question, and did so as She nodded Her assent. 
“Yes, i do,”  he replied simply and honestly.
  “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to totally dominate a man, both physically and emotionally,”  Caroline said to the Mistress.  The Mistress smiled and said, “It’s a truly incredible feeling, one that gives you total fulfillment, particularly if you have a committed slave.  Tonight you’ll have an opportunity to find out how you would like it.”  She rose and walked to a shelf against the wall that held an assortment of paraphernalia and came back with a pair of nipple clamps attached to two weights with a small chain.  On cue, Her slave, whose hands were still cuffed behind his back, rose to full height on his knees to receive the clamps.  He drew in his breath sharply as the Mistress applied the clamps, first to one, then the other of his nipples, and let the heavy weights dangle.  Caroline’s breath quickened somewhat as she saw the clamps on the slave’s nipples and saw his face express a mixture of pain and pleasure.
  “Come and slap him,”  the Mistress urged Caroline; “It feels wonderful, and My slave certainly doesn’t mind.”  Caroline rose and tentatively slapped the slave across the face.  His head turned somewhat as the slap glanced off his cheek.  “Like this!”  the Mistress said, as She struck a resounding blow across Her slave’s cheek.  Caroline then swung and gave it all she had, as she emulated the Mistress.  The delicious crack of an open hand across a bare cheek echoed off the walls of the dungeon, and was quickly followed by six or seven more as Caroline began to feel her power.
  The Mistress walked to the wall, where numerous whips, crops and canes were hung.  She looked at Caroline, who continued slapping the slave, towering over his kneeling form.  The Mistress took note of Caroline’s stance; slender legs, shoulder width apart, balanced for strength.  She noticed by the glint in her eye that Caroline was quite excited now.
  “Let’s do this right,”  She suggested, returning with a cat-o'-nine tails and a small braided whip.  She handed the whips to Caroline and then unlocked the handcuffs on Her slave’s wrists.  She took the leash and led him to two chains suspended from the ceiling.  At the end of each chain was a leather cuff that She secured around Her slave’s wrists.  She then went to the wall and turned a crank slowly, which raised the chains higher.  She turned the crank until Her slave was standing on his tiptoes.  She approached him and lifted the weights on his nipple clamps.  The slave took a sharp intake of air as She dropped the weights, causing the clamps to shift on his nipples and inflicting an exquisite pain.  He moaned softly in an effort to contain and bear the pain.
  The Mistress then secured a leather cuff around each of his ankles and secured them to a chain on each side of his body.  “Now he’s totally helpless, totally vulnerable, and totally ours,”  the Mistress said to Caroline as she gently caressed her bare shoulders.  “Pick one,”  She said as She pointed to the two whips in Caroline’s hands.  Caroline took the cat-o'-nine tails and hefted it for feel.  The Mistress, watching her appreciatively, said, “You’re a natural for this.  You’ll soon have your very own slave.”  Without speaking, Caroline stood back and brought the whip across the slave’s back with great force, causing him to cry out in pain.  The Mistress smiled at Caroline as she repeated the action several more times, each time, the slave crying out.  The Mistress stepped to the other side of Her slave and brought the thin, braided whip across his back with a sharp snap.  A soft cry escaped his lips.  Quickly, the Mistress followed up with another, then another and another lash across Her hapless slave’s back.
   The two whips left different marks on the slave’s back.  The cat-o'-nine tails caused his back to redden overall with numerous welts running parallel to each other, while the longer, braided whip left thin, deep purple marks.  Together they made an exquisite and colorful, if not artistic, pattern.
  The two women whipped the slave without mercy, competing with each other for heft and number of lashes.  Finally, the Mistress suggested a change of action.  She put the ball gag back into Her slave’s mouth and secured it tightly with the velcro binding, blindfolded him again and produced an etui with a large array of needles.  Quickly, She removed the nipple clamps that had now hung on Her slave’s nipples for close to 45 minutes.  His muffled moan evidenced the pain he felt as the clamps came loose.  Immediately, the Mistress rolled both his nipples between her thumb and forefingers, causing Her slave to struggle against his bonds as he felt the exquisite afterpain.
  “Needles can be a lot of fun,”  She told Caroline, as she began piercing Her slave’s right nipple;  “Do the left one,”  She encouraged Caroline, who was only too eager to comply.  The two women pierced the slave’s nipples repeatedly, as well as parts of his cock and other soft tissue on his body.
  The act of piercing the struggling, helpless slave inflamed the two women’s passions until they could no longer stand not to touch each other.  Caroline was first to reach out to the Mistress, pulling Her thin, sinewy body against her own and planting a passionate kiss along Her throat.  The Mistress responded to Caroline’s advances, kissing her full on the lips with passion and urgency.  The two women forgot all about their well-chastised slave as they hungrily embraced.  Lowering themselves onto the leather loveseat, the women began making love in earnest, exploring each other’s bodies, tasting each other’s vaginas and bringing each other to orgasm repeatedly.
  All the while, the slave stood transfixed in his spread-eagle position; bound, gagged, blindfolded, pierced, clamped and whipped, listening to the sounds his Mistress and Caroline made as they devoured one another with hungry passion.
  For him it had been a short session, yet not without its high points.  As he listened to Caroline and his Mistress, he felt a sense of loss, since he had anticipated a more stringent session.  He had hoped that his Mistress would finally burn Her mark upon his chest with Her branding iron, signifying Her full ownership of him.  Yet as he listened to the breathing of the now spent women, he also knew that there would be many other opportunities to feel pain at his Mistress’s hands in the future.  And to him that was the most comforting thought of all.


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