Edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.
Chapter Three:
Wendell fidgeted as he sat alone on the end of his Mistress's bed. Tonight would
be something special. Yes, tonight she would take him completely. Shondra's
instructions had been clear. "Shower and dry yourself off, then be naked except
for your collar when Nicole arrives."
He had done exactly as he had been told. But why Nicole? Maybe it was part of
the ritual to be prepared by another mistress? Maybe it was something common in
femdom circles. Or, as he had suspected, maybe his mistress just wanted it that
way. It wasn't for him to question her. He heard footsteps; sharp clicking
sounds on the hard floor. The door swung open and, without knocking, Nicole
strutted straight in.
"Well hello there slut boy," she purred. "All ready are we?"
"Yes, Mistress Nicole."
"Good, then get up slut, I want to take better look at you."
Wendell stood up and took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time they had
met. No, Shondra had on a number of occasions enjoyed allowing Nicole to watch.
Now however, naked and alone with her, he felt vulnerable and uncomfortable as
he shifted from one foot to the other, attempting to conceal his throbbing cock
behind his hands. She moved closer, eyeing him carefully, then stopped to stand
behind him. Suddenly and without warning she lifted her crop and lashed it
across his bare ass. He winced and braced himself for another, however, with no
word of explanation, she resumed her inspection. He assumed his pain had simply
been for her pleasure and it wasn't his place to question her enjoyment.
"Right, now get down on your knees, slut!"
Immediately he dropped down, his legs spread wide and his arms by his sides.
Rigorous obedience training had taught him to obey the commands of a strong
woman without hesitation. Confident and assertive -that's how people meeting
Nicole for the first time would have described her. Controlling and unforgiving
would be how those on more intimate terms knew her to be.
He glanced up, then quickly lowered his eyes again. The tight black Lycra body
suit she wore seemed to cling to every part of her body, and the thick studded
belt wrapped around her body accentuated her rounded hips. As usual, her long
blond hair tumbled down over her shoulders in a most untidy manner. Staring down
he could see her black boots with their five-inch gold tipped heels - her
trademark.
"Do as you're told, and you won't have to explain any welts on your ass when
your Mistress inspects you, slut. Do you understand?"
Wendell bit his lower lip and nodded.
"I didn't hear you slut," she said, pushing her foot between his open thighs,
then using her boot to put pressure on his balls.
"Yes Mistress Nicole," he spluttered.
"Good, now we understand each other," she said, smirking and releasing his
scrotum from under her foot.
As the director of one of the largest merchant banks in town, Wendell gave the
orders. As Shondra's little fuck toy however, he was nothing more than a
whimpering whore for her use and amusement - and for the women she chose to
share him with. Nicole snapped a leash to his collar and gave it a quick sharp
jerk and then led him, on his hands and knees, into the bathroom.
"But this little slut has already washed himself, Mistress."
"Well he's just going to have to have another one then isn't he, Wayne?"
Of course she knew his name was Wendell, but she always called him Wayne. It was
just her way of further humiliating him. "Wendell Kerr? Don't you mean Wayne
Kerr, wanker," she taunted him the first time they met.
He crouched nervously on the cold tiled floor of the shower recess. She placed a
leather bag next to the basin and he watched as she took out an assortment of
jars, a short leather crop, and a pair of handcuffs. She arranged the items and
then turned to him. "Get up off your knees. How do you expect me to attend to
your cock down there?"
Once again, and without hesitation, Wendell stood up.
Picking up the handcuffs she then stepped in front of him. Her smooth lycra clad
body brushed up against his as she lifted his hands above his head to secure
them to the showerhead. Reaching for the soap, Nicole then began rubbing it
between her hands with a little water.
"Well, now. Who's a horny little whore boy then?" She teased as she smirked and
ogled his naked body. Unsure of whether or not it was a rhetorical question,
Wendell, gave her a weak little smile.
Nicole gripped her fingers around the base of his shaft and began jerking
vigorously, then she rubbed her other hand all around his cock and over his
rough pubic hair. Wendell whimpered and moaned.
"There, you like that, don't you, slut?"
'Like it? Like having a woman like Nicole touching my cock? Fuck, yes! I like
it,' he thought. His answer however, was simply a whispered, "Yes, Mistress
Nicole."
She didn't stop until rich foam lather formed all over his crotch area.
"Now here's the real surprise," she told him, chuckling and reaching into her
bag to produce a small silver razor.
"Nicole is going to shave Wayne's balls and make him all nice and smooth!"
'Fuck, she can't be serious,' he thought. However, when she began to run the
cool blade over his lower belly, his whole body tensed and he realized - she was
indeed very serious.
Holding the tip of his cock between her thumb and index finger, she pouted her
lips as if in deep concentration. She then scraped the blade over his lathered
balls, and all around his cock, taking care to remove every stubble of pubic
hair. His stomach muscles tensed every time the blade touched his flesh. Every
now and then a soft, uncontrolled whimper would escape him. As he stood there,
helpless to do anything but watch, he wondered exactly how much experience she
could possibly have had at doing something like this. He braced himself and kept
perfectly still. He held his breath, but then could no longer contain himself.
"Mistress Nicole, please be careful won't you?"
"Well of course I will. Don't be so ridiculous!" she snapped. "Now let me
concentrate on what I'm doing. This is delicate work. We don't want any
unfortunate little accidents now, do we?"
Wendell closed his eyes, and prayed she would finish soon.
Nicole was almost done when a sly grin formed on her lips. She dipped the blade
into a bowl of hot steaming water on the floor, then turned it to it's blunt
side, and with one swift stroke lashed it right across his scrotum. He gasped
and his whole body shook violently.
She threw back her head and laughed.
Realizing what she had done, or rather not done, Wendell sighed with great
relief. "You see what a wonderful sense of humor I have? It's just too bad you
don't appreciate it, Wayne boy." She pouted her lovely full lips and added,
"that was just so fucking funny."
When she had finished she stood back and turned the shower on for a couple of
minutes, letting it wash away the trimmed hair and soap. His cleanly shaven
groin felt strange. He glanced down; he hadn't seen himself like this since he
was a boy. She smiled and licked her lips, then moved a little close to rake her
long red finger nails over his smooth balls. "You feel so damned good now, Wayne
boy. You really do."
Wendell gave her a nervous little smile. "Thank you Mistress Nicole."
As if wanting to take a better look her effort, she crouched down in front of
him. She smiled and slowly ran her hands up the back of his legs and then
between his thighs. Wendell felt his scrotum tingle and tighten at her sensual
touch. His cock jerked as she then leaned closer and ran the tip of her tongue
along his hard shaft. An animal-like moan came from deep within him as he felt
her teeth nibble at the ridge separating the head of his cock from the shaft.
His body trembled as he whispered hoarsely, "Mistress Nicole, please, I am
forbidden pleasure of my body without my mistress's permission."
"Shondra? Fuck Shondra!" Then realizing her words, she laughed, adding, "Oh, I
forgot, I already did. And let me tell you Wayne, she's a great little fuck!"
Two women, Shondra and her best friend Nicole, together. Wendell felt his cock
throbbing as his mind raced, but then... What would his mistress say if she were
to walk in right now? What would she say if she saw him with his hands cuffed
above his head and her friend licking his cock? He knew what kind of woman his
mistress was. Yes, he knew very well. She would be angry, very angry. And he
knew exactly who would be in trouble - and it wouldn't be Nicole!
The muscles in his arms and shoulders ached as he squirmed against his bonds,
but the cuffs were secure, and his struggle was in vain.
Nicole cupped his balls in her hand and gently massaged them. Again she leaned
in close to him. He felt her warm breath on his cock as she hesitated for a
moment. Then smiling she slowly licked all the way from the base of his cock to
the tip.
"Mm... What a lovely cock you have, Wayne. Has anyone ever told you that? Oh,
I'm sure they have. Yes, a lovely big, hot cock."
Wendell's breathing increased to a pant, tiny beads of sweat began to form on
his forehead as his chest heaved up and down. "Mistress Nicole please, you will
get this little slut into a lot of trouble."
She looked up him, grinned and then hissed, "And I should worry about that?" as
she continued with her salacious licking.
He moaned and closed his eyes; it would be useless to try to reason with her.
Women like Nicole always got what they wanted -he knew that. Gripping her
fingers around the base, she slid his cock head between her glossy red lips.
Once again she glanced up at him before lowering her face and taking more of his
cock into her warm wet mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, her teeth gently
grazed his smooth shaft, radiating pure pleasure over Wendell's freshly shaven
groin. He looked down to her fingers rubbing between her open thighs, as she
balanced there on her spiked heels. He was sure he could smell her sweet pussy
through the latex. He wished so much he could see it. Or maybe even be allowed
to touch or lick it!
Nicole continued to toy with his cock, but then, as if she may have thought she
was running out of time, suddenly swallowed it all into her mouth and began
sucking it hard. Her tongue pressed against his throbbing erection and he heard
her lips smacking over his flesh as she moaned and enjoyed her treat. Even if he
had wanted to, Wendell couldn't have prevented himself from climaxing. It was as
if she was drawing the cum right up and out of his balls. Never had experienced
a woman with such a talented and insatiable drive for sucking the will out of a
man, right through his cock! His body jerked forward, he felt his balls tighten,
and with his hips thrusting rapidly, his hot cum spewed into her hungry mouth.
Nicole slurped her treat, grinning and using her fingers to catch the drops of
creamy cum that seeped from the corners of her lips. He then strained his neck
to watch as her hand jerked rapidly between her legs. Her breathing quickened as
she closed her eyes and, as a mixture of her saliva and his cum dripped from her
open mouth, she climaxed. For several minutes afterwards she remained squatting
on the floor with her back resting up against the shower cubicle and her eyes
closed. Regaining her breath, she then stood up and shook her hair back. She
grinned as she caught her reflection in the mirror above the basin; her scarlet
lipstick had smeared. Using the back of her hand she wiped her mouth, then
returned her attention to Wendell.
"Don't worry, little slut, Shondra doesn't have to know our little secret," she
reassured him as she smiled and rubbed her body up against his, and stroking his
now flaccid cock.
Wendell felt relieved, in more way than one.
"We better do something about this, don't you think?" she asked, grinning and
slowly licking the side of his face. "And I have just the thing."
Reaching over to one of the jars on the bench, she removed the lid and dipped
her long fingers into a clear gel.
"This will have your slutty cock stiff again in no time, Wayne boy," she said
with a smirk. "Trust me." Wendell swallowed hard. Trust her? What choice did he
really have? His answer once again was simply, "Yes, Mistress Nicole."
As she massaged his cock, he felt a warm tingling sensation -it felt good. Only
after just a few minutes the heat increased, then - fuck it! It began to burn.
"Please Mistress! This slut's cock is burning!" he begged, looking down at his
now red and swollen erection.
Nicole ignored him and continued.
"Please, Mistress! No more, please!"
"This is for your own good, slut," she said, dismissing his pleas. "You don't
want your Mistress to know you stuck that big fat cock of yours in my mouth do
you? What do you think she would say if I told her how you flaunted yourself
like a cheap whore? How you were shaking those balls of yours, and practically
begged to be sucked off. Now shut the fuck up, before I have to give you
something to really whine about!"
Wendell closed his eyes and hoped the pain would subside soon.
"Well now you really do have a hot cock," she told him, chuckling at her own
little joke.
After a few minutes, the stinging burning eased to a prickly tingling sensation,
only Nicole hadn't finished with him yet. Dipping her fingers into another jar,
she rubbed an oily cream all over his sphincter then pressed one finger deep
inside and wriggled it about. "You'd better get used to that, slut."
Wendell understood exactly what she meant.
She released him from the handcuffs. "Put this on, and wait here slut," she
ordered, tossing him a satin g-string, and walking out the door. He did as he
was told, however, as he slipped into the g-string, he soon realized it was far
too small. The crotch cut between his ass cheeks and pulled tightly over his
cock and balls. He tried to adjust it, but it made little difference. He sat
down on the end of the bed and again tried to pull it into a more comfortable
position, but the more he fiddled with it the more his cock throbbed to be
released from the restrictive pouch. He heard female voices outside. The door
opened and Nicole re-entered. "It's time, slut boy," she said, with a smug grin,
as she grabbed the end of his leash and jerked him up to his feet.
"Who else is here? I didn't realize she had invited others," he whispered to
Nicole.
"Well, surprise, surprise, Wayne boy." She tugged on his leash and dragging him
through the door. Wendell's jaw dropped. He felt his face burning with
embarrassment. Instinctively, he tried to move back, but Nicole's firm grip on
his leash prevented him from retreating. Eight other women sat around the room -
several were wearing leather. The two sitting on the couch were fondling each
other and seemed in a world of their own. A couple sitting on the floor, semi
naked, were obviously submissives. And, sitting on a large leather chair in the
corner, looking as lovely as ever, was his new assistant, Marie. She gave him a
cheeky grin and a little wave as he entered.
As he stood there with his hands over his cock, the room went quiet, all eyes
focused on his near naked body. He felt the sharp sting of a crop on his ass.
He jumped and swung around to see Shondra standing there in her black leather
corset. As always, her dark hair had been pulled back into a tight knot at the
back of her head. Her makeup was immaculate, right down to the heavy red
lipstick coating her mouth. Lowering his eyes, he noticed her black ankle boots
with little silver padlock attached to the sides. She took a step forward, then
ran the tip of her crop up the inside of his thigh before using it to slap his
hands away. Then, placing the tip of her crop inside his g-string, she flicked
it to one side, allowing his throbbing cock and heavy balls to fall free.
Wendell swallowed hard as the women all stared. Shondra smirked as she noticed
his discomfort.
"You have no reason to be embarrassed, Wendell," she told him. "I'm sure all
these ladies have seen a cock before." Several of the women sniggered, and
Wendell heard soft inaudible whispers being exchanged between them. His
Mistress held up her hand for quiet and continued to speak. "Thank you all for
coming here this evening to witness my slut, Wendell, getting..." she hesitated,
"...de-flowered."
Again there were several sniggers.
She nodded to two women seated near by and they stepped forward. Both wore
red corsets and matching stockings. Each held a length of white satin rope.
"Wendell, Hottie and Lottie here will assist in the ceremony. Now get down,
slut."
Feeling more than a little confused at this stage, he did as she commanded,
dropping to his hand and knees. Assist? Then, as they knelt down either side of
him, he understood. Rope was secured around each of his ankles and his legs
gently pulled apart to open and spread his ass cheeks. Nicole unhooked his
leash, gave his head a little pat, and took a seat. Wendell looked about the
room. His eyes widened as he spotted a large black strap-on placed on a red
satin cushion on a near by table. Shondra reached for it, and he began to panic.
"But Mistress! You said you would use a small cock to take my virgin ass!" he
whimpered in urgent protest.
"Well, I changed my mind, didn't I?"
"But, Mistress... "
"Will you just shut the fuck up, Wendell," she hissed. "I don't have the time or
the patience for your pathetic whining."
Wendell gasped as she raised the rubber cock high and then brought it down
across his tender ass to leave a stinging red welt.
Shondra then announced, "The scissors please."
He looked across and saw Nicole grinning and leaning over to whisper something
to the woman sitting next to her. Again Wendell panicked.
'Fuck it,' he thought. 'What's she up to now? No way...' He tried to stand up,
but Lottie and Hottie jerked on the ropes, causing him to fall clumsily to the
floor again.
Shondra rolled her eyes, and reached down to hook her index finger in Wendell's
g-string, then, using the scissors she, cut the fabric, and what little modesty
he had disappeared with a single snip. Nicole stifled a giggle. "Your slut
thought you were going to cut something else!"
"I know..." she replied, with a smirk. Several others laughed. Wendell watched
as his mistress stood over him and one of the women buckled the strap-on around
her hips and then between her legs. "Don't worry, this is going to be so much
fun. Then with a smug grin, she added, "Well, for one of us anyway."
'I'll use a nice little cock on your virgin ass,' that's what she had told him.
Now, seeing the massive rubber phallus extending from between her legs made
Wendell's eyes water. She stepped in front of him and pulled the cock to one
side before releasing it and letting slap the side of his face.
"Suck it, slut boy. I want it good and wet, ready to fuck that sweet little ass
of yours."
He had never sucked a cock before - not of any kind. He hesitated, then leaned
forward to slowly lick at the smooth rubber. Closing his eyes, he was about to
take another, when Shondra grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up.
"Will you quit fucking around and just stick the whole damned thing in your
mouth!"
A mixture of excitement and shame came over him. Wendell moaned and took the
rubber cock between his lips, sliding them down the length of it. He felt a
tingle, a thrill, as he tasted the rubber and felt its smoothness on his tongue.
Fuck, he could barely believe it! He was enjoying sucking a rubber cock in
front of all these women. Within minutes, he had coated it with his warm saliva,
and the excess was dripping down his chin.
"Look how the slut's mouth is salivating. He just can't get enough of it," one
of the women quipped.
Yes, it felt good in his mouth. It slid in and out so easily, with no discomfort
at all, but how would it feel up his ass, he wondered? Yes, he could get quite
used to sucking Shondra's cock. Her putting it up his ass, however, now that was
a different matter. Suddenly his thoughts were jarred, as she whipped the cock
from him. It made a loud popping sound that made him realize just how heavily
he'd been sucking. "That's good enough, slut. My friends have come here to see
your ass get fucked, not watch you enjoying sucking damned cock."
He listened as her spiked heels clicked on the hard floor and she moved around
behind him. The ropes tied around his ankles became taut as Hottie and Lottie
pulled his legs wider apart. Shondra pressed the tip of the cock against his
ass. He took a deep breath and braced himself, but nothing happened.
"Beg for it, slut. Beg me to fuck your virgin ass. We want to hear how badly you
want to feel it deep in your hot, little male cunt!"
Shondra told him, as she smirked and gently stroked his ass with the tip of her
crop. "Show everyone what a little slut you really are."
Swallowing hard, he managed to stutter - "Please Mistress. Please, use this
little slut's ass?"
Turning his head, he whispered to her, "You will be gentle, won't you?"
Ignoring his second question, she gave the side of his ass another quick sharp
slap with her crop. "I don't think everyone heard you, Wendell. Say it again,
and this time I want everyone to hear what you want!"
Again, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, but before he had
managed a single word she rammed the huge cock head into his tight sphincter.
He cried out, as he felt himself being stretched beyond anything he had
imagined. His ass felt like it was on fire. He tried to press his legs together
to gain some relief, but the two women either side of him gripped the ropes too
tightly. He tried to move forward, but she slapped his ass with her crop,
telling him, "You're not going anywhere until I've finished with you, slut."
It felt good! It felt bad! It was a roller coaster of sensations. As she
stretched and forced his virgin ass open, his internal muscles began to tense
and tighten. Sensing this, Shondra slapped his ass a couple of times more. "Take
it all slut, don't make me have to rape you!"
And with that, she pushed further inside him. He could now feel the cool rubber
balls of the strap-on hammering against his own. Reaching under his belly,
Shondra gripped his cock, leaned over his body, and whispered in his ear. "Well,
what have we got here? Your cock's never been so fucking hard, has it, Wendell?"
Sweat began to drip down his face and body. Could he admit it to himself? That
he was enjoying being fucked in his ass by a woman? 'No, she's forcing me to do
it,' he argued in his head. 'I must do what she tells me. She is my goddess to
be obeyed at all times. If I don't follow her commands she will punish me, or
worse, leave me.' Wendell's confusion had him in a spin, but then it all became
clear. His mistress was right, 'I've never had such fucking hard erection!'
The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain had him so damned excited he wasn't sure
how much longer he could hold off climaxing. Nor was he sure how much more abuse
his poor little ass, which already felt raw, could take. "Please, Mistress
Shondra, please may this little slut be allowed to cum?" he begged.
She grinned and looked about the room. "Should I let the slut come?" There were
several sniggers.
"No, make the whore hold on longer."
"Oh, but we want to see how far he can shoot."
Then, from Shondra, "Do it Wendell. Show the ladies what a slut you are!"
And so he did. His balls tightened and his cock jerked as he exploded in her
hand. One stream of hot, white cum shot out onto the floor in front followed
closely by another. There were cheers all around the room, and the sound of
glasses clinking. She withdrew from his ass, and he gasped as the cock head
caught from a moment in his now raw sphincter.
"What about his tongue?" a woman to the side of him asked.
"Yes, I want him to lick me," from another one.
Shondra waved her hand in a dismissive manner at them. "Don't worry ladies, it's
early evening. Everyone will get to sample the slut."
'Everyone?' he thought. 'There are eight other women in this room!'
His cock twitched. No longer in control of his own body, Wendell would have
little choice but to obey. Once again he would be reduced to nothing more than a
sex slave. But, a slave to Shondra, or a slave to his own sexual perversions?
