Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write from a male perspective, please be kind !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I've been into bondage since I was a kid, it was always the subject for my masturbation sessions during puberty, but I'm not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I'm just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that's about it.

I have to admit to experimenting with self-bondage, but not because I wanted to be tied up – at least I don't think so – but I wanted to see what it felt like to be tied up, so I could better imagine it happening to a girl. While I'm in confession mode, I'll admit I did occasionally dress up in my big sister's underwear as well - again, I don't think I'm a cross-dresser - and tie myself up, just to see what it looked like. I did actually have a few girlfriends in this time and managed to lose my virginity, but I was way too shy and frightened of being labelled a pervert to ask any of them to play 'tie up' games.

Anyway, I got through my teens somehow and was at university, where my bondage experience initially consisted of surfing the internet and whacking off. And then I met Jenny, a very pretty girl (not a supermodel, cheerleader or porn star with huge breasts, just pretty) in my politics class – I had seen her around and immediately assumed she was out of my league, being a tall, leggy blonde with a tight, slim body. We got talking at a student party, I was very drunk, she probably was too, and somehow we ended up in someone's bed. There was a lot of kissing and groping, which was great fun, but when she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my old man, there was no action, the beer had taken its toll. I was mortified, but she was a trooper, playing with me and then, to my surprise and eternal gratitude, taking it in her mouth until she had brought it to some semblance of life. She whipped off her knickers and climbed on board, straddling me as I lay there in my befuddled state and riding me like a stallion. I bit my lip and kept quiet as she dug her nails into my hairless chest and tried to think unsexy thoughts to stave off my climax until I felt she would reach her own, well-earned orgasm. We came together, and she collapsed onto me, as I gasped out my thanks to her for such a wonderful experience.

As we lay there together, I apologised for my lack of performance but she smiled and said it was okay, she was sure it would be better next time and I thought 'Next Time ?!! Wow !' I think I was in love right there, but then she said

"What's the one thing, the thing I bet you've never told anyone, which would really really turn you on ? Everybody's got at least one dirty little secret desire, what's yours ?"

I don't know whether it was the drink, the fact that she'd just fucked me, or the abruptness of the question, but I blurted out

"I'd really like to tie you down and make love to you till it drives you wild". I immediately blushed with embarrassment and wished a hole would open up and swallow me. She propped herself up on one elbow and gave me a funny look, one eyebrow raised, but a quirky smile on her lips.

"Well, you dirty little boy ! Still waters run deep, eh ?" she said, not sounding either shocked or disgusted. After some consideration, she went on

"Hmm, I'll tell you what – I'll let you tie me up and do whatever you want to me, if you let me tie you up and do whatever I want to you"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, all my Christmases were coming at once. I readily consented and we agreed that she would come to me next Thursday night and submit to everything I desired and I would go to her on Friday night and she would be in charge. I was rock hard at this point and I got on top of her and gave her a proper fucking, which I believe she enjoyed just as much as I did. She said afterwards that if just the thought of her being tied up had such an effect on me, she couldn't wait for the real thing. I was in total agreement.

Although Jenny had said she would let me do 'anything', I didn't want to scare her off, so I decided I would make it a very light, easy-going session focused entirely on her pleasure, so she would let me tie her up again and maybe get a bit more extreme. I was nervous and excited all week, but resisted the temptation to masturbate so I was 'fresh' for the big night. When she turned up at the door to my student room, I was physically shaking. She was wearing a raincoat and I immediately noticed her downcast eyes and unsmiling face. As she came past me in silence, I started to panic that she had changed her mind. But as I shut the door and turned around, she unfastened the coat and shrugged it off, onto the floor, revealing that she was – naked ! I almost popped my cork right there as she stepped out of her shoes and, eyes still downcast, she murmured

"Where do you want me, Master ?" I didn't trust myself to speak, just indicated the single bed in the corner of the room. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at me for the first time.

"What must your slave do, Master ?" she said in the most sultry, submissive voice I had ever heard. I swallowed hard and finally stammered out

"Lie down, please". A little flicker of a smile played on her lips as she lay back and put her legs up on to the bed. As I watched, still mesmerised, she reached up and put her hands against the headboard, then splayed her legs, pointing her toes towards the corners of the bed, placing herself in the perfect spread-eagle position. Finally snapping out of my paralysis, I went and sat down beside her, gently running my fingers up her body from her knees, through her fine pubic hair, across her flat stomach to her breasts, finally reaching her nipples, which I noticed were already firm and erect. I was gratified to hear her rather shallow, ragged breathing and see her chewing her lip.

"No, please stop" she said, but in such a breathy voice I guessed she was play acting, and when she started pushing me away ineffectually, I was sure. I took hold of her wrist and stretched her arm up to the corner of the bed, holding it there against her feeble struggles. I reached down and picked up the length of rope which was tied to the leg of the bed and slipped her hand through the noose at the end. I quickly repeated this on her other wrist and her ankles and sat back. She squirmed and writhed in her bondage in a most appealing way, pulling the nooses tight against her skin.

"Oh my !" she pouted in her best Marilyn Monroe impression, "Release me, you fiend, or I'll scream the place down". I had been unsure whether to gag her, in case it freaked her out, but this seemed like an open invitation. I grabbed a necktie from my bedside drawer and knotted it a couple of times to form an impromptu ball, then forced it into her mouth, enjoying the fact that she resisted quite vigorously, then tied it behind her head.

"I can still scream" she said a little indistinctly but clear enough to understand. This was getting a bit weird now, but I took my cue and got a handkerchief out. Working it around the necktie, I stuffed it all into her mouth and was rewarded with that wonderful sound of a woman going "mmmphf !" as she struggled against the ropes and whined into the gag, turning me on more with each passing second, a fact I am sure she was aware of. I pulled out another necktie and used this one to blindfold her.

Now I had her where I very much wanted her, I told myself to calm down a bit and take my time. I started off on her neck, biting and sucking, before licking and sucking her nipples for a good long while, appreciating how she was now moaning and grinding her hips, which I took to be a good sign. I moved down to her stomach and licked slowly all around her belly button, then ran my tongue down to her mound. Feeling her excitement level rise, I teased her by switching my attention to her toes, sucking them one by one, then kissing my way up her legs, running my tongue along the inside of each of her thighs, stopping just short of her hot little pussy, which I could smell and see glistening with juices.

I stopped and got off the bed, hearing her incoherent calls to me as I imagined her begging me to carry on. I went to my mini-fridge and took out a couple of ice cubes, which I brought back to the bed. I gently rubbed one against the tips of her nipples, cooling it down and then using my mouth and tongue to warm it up, eliciting a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure. I ran the other cube around her lips, wetting them and then licking the water off them. I then slid a cube from her neck, down between her breasts onto her mound and into her pubic hair. I licked the droplets of water off her smooth skin and then went for the piece de resistance. I carefully spread the lips of her pussy to expose her clitoris and gently applied the ice to it. She gave out several gasps as I moved the ice around her slit and against her red and swollen nubbin, then a loud moan as I bent over her and took it in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. The gag was definitely required now as she became more and more agitated. With the ice now rapidly melting, I slipped it into her vagina, bringing more gasps from her as her head started to thrash from side to side. I positioned myself between her thighs and dug my tongue deep into her, bringing louder moans from her, making me worry that my neighbours would hear. But then I thought, what the hell, they can listen and be jealous if they like. It didn't take much of this, combined with bouts of clit-sucking, to bring her to an awesome, thrashing climax, her juices actually squirting into my mouth and face. I was so impressed, by both my performance and her reaction, that I immediately wanted to do it again. When I started back at her with my tongue, she tried to twist away from me and moan something to discourage me, but I persisted and fairly soon she was getting hot and bothered again. As she reached another thunderous climax, I came up for a breather.

I untied the gag and pulled the handkerchief from her mouth, then kissed her hard, tangling tongues and letting her get a taste of her own juices. As I did this I fondled her nipples back to erection, then used my fingers to massage her clitoris. As we finally broke the kiss, she said urgently

"Oh, master, let me take you in my mouth" Hardly able to contain my enthusiasm, I got onto the bed in a 69 position and, while I brought my tongue down to her wet pussy, I lowered my erection towards her eager lips. As her mouth closed around it and her tongue tickled around the base of its swollen head, I knew I would explode if I left it there. Reluctantly I withdrew and, as she begged me to put it back, I packed the handkerchief back into her mouth and retied the necktie across her face. I knew it would take me literally seconds to cum when I really couldn't take the frustration any more, but for now I wanted to drive Jenny wild so she would be desperate to be tied up again. To that end, I tried to think of other things as I used my fingers to bring her to another crashing orgasm while I sucked happily on her tits. I then teased her with my tongue on her clitoris for ages until eventually I couldn't stand it any more. I lay on top of her and rammed my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. As expected, it only took a few long hard strokes to make me cum, but all the earlier foreplay meant Jenny was able to cum yet again, at the same time as me. As I lay there, spent, I pulled the cloth from her mouth.

"That was incredible !" she gasped – luckily she was still blindfolded so couldn't see my smug grin. I continued to toy with her nipples, occasionally running my hands over the ropes still holding her, enjoying the sensation of having this beautiful girl tied down on my bed.

"Are you going to free me now, master" she said huskily, "or are you going to keep me tied up and abuse me some more ?" I had been thinking of releasing her, but now she was just egging me on ! I untied the ropes on her wrists from the bed and helped her sit up, but then gently moved her arms into a folded position behind her, tying her arms, wrist against forearm. I then untied the ropes from the foot of the bed, helping her to stand up but then pushing down on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. As I brought my still flaccid member to her mouth, she leaned forward and started to lick along its length, tickling under the head and nibbling gently with her lips until it started to stiffen. When it was fully hard, she slowly took it into her mouth until it had all disappeared. I let out a half-gasp, half-moan, half-cry as she slid it slowly out again until only a long wet string of saliva connected it to her mouth. She looked up at me and I saw a tigerish hunger in her eyes before she went down on me again, bringing a full-blown "OhMyGod !!"from me. I knew I was about to cum and wasn't sure if I should cum in her mouth. I'd decided not, but was a bit slow pulling back, and I shot my load into her face – accidentally honest ! It hung from her nose and was on her lips and chin, I felt so embarrassed. But then her tongue came out and licked her lips and chin clean of my gunk, while I took off the blindfold and used it to wipe her nose and cheek.

"May I lick you clean, master ?" she asked with a smile. "Uh-huh" I said dully, too astonished to think, and she shuffled forward and licked and sucked all the spunk off my cock – I actually did that corny thing of pinching myself because I was sure I must be asleep and this was all an incredible dream. Jenny was an angel, or possibly a horny little devil, whichever, I was the luckiest bloke alive.

As I untied her, things got even more surreal.

"Its only 11 o'clock, you still have an hour left, you know" she said with that naughty smile.

"I don't think I could get it up again" I admitted, "but if you want ..."

"I thought you were into bondage, so why don't you just tie me up – you know, REALLY tie me up ?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I didn't look this gift horse in the mouth, I grabbed her wrists behind her back and lashed them together, then used the other ropes to tie her knees and her ankles.

"Ooh, I feel a scream coming on" she said, but seconds later her mouth was stuffed and this time, instead of the necktie, I used a wide leather belt buckled tight behind her head, which forced her jaw a little wider and the handkerchief a little deeper. I dug out some more rope I had hidden and wrapped it around her, above, below and between her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. I lay her on the floor on her stomach and pulled her feet up behind her, tying her wrists and ankles together in a strict hogtie. I eased her over on to her side and watched her struggle and grunt sexily for me. I found myself with one hand roaming across her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples and flicking at her clitoris, while the other held my one-more-rampant member. As I rapidly became even more aroused, I found myself squeezing her nipples harder until I could see and hear some genuine discomfort. Suddenly I was cumming and my jizz spurted over her lovely breasts. Rather to my shocked surprise, I found myself smearing it around and then licking it off her, which was definitely a first for me. As I lay beside her on the carpet, I ran my hands over the ropes, once again enjoying the sensation where they indented the soft skin on her arms and around her breasts. I started playing with her clit again, just to see if I could make her cum with no other stimulation. It turned out to be not much of a challenge !

Eventually, and with some regret, I untied her.

"Well, you've certainly set the bar for tomorrow night pretty high" Jenny said as she put on her coat, "You'd better be prepared for some serious action". At that moment, I was happy to do anything she asked, and said so.

"Hold that thought" she smiled, before kissing me and leaving. The first thing I did when she was gone was masturbate, with the images of her bound body fresh in my mind.

I was very excited and a little nervous when I turned up at Jenny's house the next evening – she rented a house with two other girls but she had assured me they would be out for the night. As I rang the doorbell I told myself to be cool, but whatever cool I managed to achieve was immediately blown away when the door opened. Jenny was standing there in a black lacy basque which made the most of her cleavage, suspenders, stockings, stilettos and black lacy panties. I gawped like a simpleton at this vision of sexiness. She smiled but there was a hint of steel in her voice as she said

"You're late".

"Sorry, Jenny" I stammered, "I had a little trouble finding it"

"Well that's two mistakes you've made – tonight I am your Mistress and you will address me as such, is that clear ?"

"Yes Mistress" I said meekly, eyes downcast.

"You'd better come in before you get yourself into more trouble"

"Thank you Mistress" I said, trying to ingratiate myself after my earlier mistake. She led me through to the sitting room, where she turned and faced me, legs apart and hands on hips, as if evaluating my worth as a slave. I have to say I felt a little intimidated by being stared at by such a sexy and powerful-looking woman.

"Well, shall we get to it ?" she said in a cold, business-like tone, "Strip". I had worn just sweatshirt, tracksuit bottoms and trainers so it only took me a few seconds to get naked. She walked around me, examining me as if she'd never seen me naked before, and I was almost painfully embarrassed by the erection poking out in front of me. I watched her as she went behind me until she barked "Eyes front !" I stared straight ahead, further intimidated by her commanding tone, and almost jumped in the air when I felt her fingernails scraping across my buttocks, delving briefly into the crack between them, then moving around my body until she gripped my rampant cock. She cupped my balls in her hand and I let out a stifled cry as she gently squeezed them while staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction. I felt, quite literally, like privates on parade before the ball-busting Sergeant Major.

"You'd better come upstairs" she said and led the way. I watched her hips sway as I followed her and felt almost mesmerised by the sight of her buttocks in front of me as we went up the stairs, the lacy, almost see-through material of her panties stretching as she took each step.

She had a big room compared to my student hovel, dominated by a double bed with a big brass frame, posts at each corner and railings across the head and foot of the bed.

"Stand up straight, hands behind your back, feet apart" she barked, reinforcing the military theme. I stood to attention in the middle of the room as she watched me intently, before turning her back and going to her chest of drawers and taking something out. When she turned back to me, I saw she had a length of rope, not the cheap stuff I had used on her, but fine white rope like you see being used on porn stars. She slowly walked behind me and a few seconds later I felt her wrapping the rope around my wrists. I was a little surprised at how tightly she managed to bind my wrists together and then I felt her cinch the rope between my wrists before tying it off with several knots. Maybe I should have been a little suspicious of such professionalism, but I was concentrating on the feeling of being tied up and seeing if there was any way I could get free on my own – it didn't take much effort to work out I was stuck until she decided to untie me. I felt the rope being wrapped around my elbows and then being gradually pulled tighter, forcing my arms closer until I let out a grunt of discomfort, although this didn't stop Jenny pulling the rope a couple more times until my forearms were only a few inches apart and I was in some pain, although I tried not to show it – I knew I had to be a "good slave". Jenny now had me walk up to the foot of the bed and stand facing it with my body against the cool brass rails, while she got down and tied rope to each of my ankles and then to the legs of the bed, having made me spread my legs so my feet were now stretched uncomfortably far apart.

If I hadn't realised Jenny was much better prepared for this session than I had expected, I was soon very much aware. She went to her drawer again and returned with what I immediately recognised as the strap of a proper gag. I thought it was a ball gag she was carrying as she came up close behind me and stroked my face with her free hand, pressing her silk-clad body against my back.

"Open wide" she said in a playful tone and, a little nervously, I did so. It was only as she brought the gag up to my face and started to push it into my mouth that I realised it wasn't a ball but a penis she was shoving in. I tried to protest and turn away, but she held my jaw in a vice-like grip and forced it in, before pulling the buckle tight behind my head. I gagged and started to retch as she pulled the strap tighter, forcing the head of the foul-tasting rubberised penis to the back of my mouth. She made no effort to loosen the strap and I had to come to terms with having the intruder filling my mouth.

"Good boy" she said, slapping me gently on the cheek as I fought back the urge to be sick. I was a little worried now – Jenny had either gone out and bought the gag specifically to use on me, which was a little scary, or she already had the gag and had manoeuvred the situation until she could use it on me, which was rather more scary. But I couldn't concentrate on that as the situation continued to develop. Jenny had a length of rope which she had fashioned into a noose, which she put over my head and tightened around my neck. She pulled on the rope, forcing me to bend forward over the bed rail in order to prevent her choking me. She continued to pull on it until I was bent right over and my head was touching the bed. I felt her touch my still-surprisingly erect cock (how come all this bondage had not cooled my ardour ? Maybe I did want to be tied up after all) and then I had the frightening feeling of a rope noose being closed around my genitals. As I lifted my head, I felt the rope pull a little tighter around my balls and I realised I was now tied down, in that I had to stay bent over the bed or pull painfully on my own cock. I was properly scared by now. I saw Jenny sit down on the bed in front of me, casually brushing her hair and smiling at me like the cat that's got the cream.

"Now", she said, coolly and calmly, "About your earlier errors. I wouldn't be much of a Mistress if I didn't punish them, would I ? I feel I need to establish my authority early on". I made some grunting noise, which I think was meant to convey my sincere belief that she had already established her authority and no punishment was necessary, but it was just a guttural noise in the back of my throat. She got off the bed and moved out of my sight behind me. I felt her hand on my buttocks, then something smooth and flat rubbing against them, and I guessed it was the back of the brush.

"I think six of the best is the right punishment, don't you ?" she mused to herself.

Of course, it was two offences, so that's twelve strokes in all". I swallowed nervously as she took her hands and the brush away, then a few seconds later, WHACK ! The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room and I jumped out of surprise as much as pain. Of course, as I did so, I jerked forward and the rope around my neck pulled tight and the noose around my cock and balls tightened, making me cry out, although it was almost entirely stifled by the gag. The spanking wasn't anything I couldn't take, but the rope around my tackle was a different matter. I managed to stop myself reacting quite so much as the second and then third blows landed, so it was no more than a quick tug. Unfortunately, my cock reacted as it always does when subjected to a quick tug, and I realised I was going to cum but could do nothing to stop it, except call out for Jenny to stop, which she wouldn't have done even if she could have understood me. On the seventh slap across my arse, I let out several muffled cries and shot my load onto the bed in front of me. This attracted Jenny's attention and she came around to take a look.

"Yuk, you mucky puppy ! Look at the mess you've made of my sheets !" she said with what I took to be mock disgust. She scooped up a blob of my gunk and rubbed it in my face, like you would a dog who's pee'ed on the rug. She scraped up the rest of it and wiped it in my hair, just completing my humiliation.

"That will require another six strokes as punishment" she said sternly, and went back behind me to carry on. By the tenth swat, my arse was getting very hot and very sore, and by the time she had delivered all eighteen, I was in quite a bit of pain. I felt her fingers gently running over my bruised cheeks.

"Oh, that looks quite sore. Mummy kiss it better" I felt her tongue sliding across my buttocks, her saliva cooling the angry red patches. It slipped between my legs and tickled my balls, then it slid up between my buttocks to circle my tight hole and then to push against it. I found this bizarrely stimulating and if I hadn't just cum and my cock hadn't been aching from being yanked and strangled, I might have got a hard-on.

The sensation stopped and I saw out of the corner of my eye Jenny walk out of the room. I had no choice but to wait for her to come back, and in the meantime wonder what else she had in store for me – I glanced at the clock and saw I had at least another two hours of this ! I was certainly getting more than I bargained for.

She returned in her own sweet time and when she sat on the bed I front of me, I saw she had a glass of wine, which she sipped as she leaned over and tickled my balls. Then she got up and went over to the drawer, making me fear what she was going to bring out next.

"Do you know what this is, Alan ?" she asked as she held an object before me and I slowly shook my head in confusion. It looked like two rather large dildos joined at the base, with a bunch of straps.

"Let me demonstrate" she smiled wickedly. She took off her panties, then knelt on the bed in front of me so I got a perfect view. She slid one of the dildos into her glistening pussy, bringing a groan of pleasure from her lips, then put the straps around her hips. When it was all done up, the other dildo was standing proudly out in front of her, just like she had her own cock, which she waved and fondled in front of me.

"Impressive, isn't it ?" she said. "If I play with it, the one inside me moves around and fucks me" She illustrated by wiping its smooth length against my face, wiggling her hips and gasping for breath.

"Of course, I'm sure you've already guessed what its really for" she smirked as she got off the bed and went behind me. I felt something cold drizzled between my buttocks and guessed it was lubricant. I started to scream NO !" into the gag, but only muffled noises came out and I wondered if these were turning her on like her muffled cries had turned me on the previous evening. I felt the end of the dildo against my sphincter, pressing forward and slowly opening it up. I'll admit I've washed myself in the shower and 'accidentally' slipped a finger up there to see what it feels like, but this was entirely different. I howled into the gag as the head of the dildo stretched me to the point where I was sure something must tear, and then even further ! As the widest part passed inside, my hole gratefully contracted around the shaft, feeling like it was trapping the head inside me forever. As the dildo was pushed deeper, my sphincter was forced to expand and contract as the very unrealistic ridges along the shaft were forced inside. Meanwhile inside, it all felt very weird, not painful but totally full, like I was totally constipated, and the feeling became stronger as the dildo penetrated deeper, forcing whatever was already up there back up inside me. Of course, when she started to withdraw the dildo, the feeling was reversed and I felt like I had diarrhoea and would crap on the carpet. My sphincter had to clamp shut as she withdrew completely, but that just made it worse when she went back in. and once I'd got used to this at slow speed, she started to thrust faster, and deeper.

Meanwhile, I could tell Jenny was enjoying herself. She taunted me, and her words were accompanied by harder and deeper thrusts, bringing cries of anguish from me.

"Yes, yes, oh YES !" she moaned, "Do you - ENJOY - being – FUCKED - slave boy ? You'd - BETTER - get used to it, because it's - ALL - you're - GOOD - for !" And then, to heap further embarrassment on me, the rope around my genitals had its undesired effect and I spurted across the bed again. Not that Jenny noticed, she was too caught up in her own pleasure and continued to fuck me until she finally came, shouting and crying out with total abandon. When she finally pulled out, I couldn't stop myself from allowing a trickle of foul-smelling gunk coming out of my arse and running down my thigh. My arse hurt like hell, I was totally humiliated and to say I felt violated would be a massive understatement.

I heard Jenny go to the bathroom and, I guessed, clean up the dildo, then she came back and wiped my buttocks and thighs clean, for which I was grateful.

"Oh no, you've made another mess" she said, fingering the cum on the sheets, "More punishment, I must have been too lenient before". She went to the dreaded drawer and when she returned, she was waving a riding crop n front of my horrified face.

"I'm sorry, but slaves have to learn their lesson – your pleasure is entirely subservient to my pleasure; you cum when I say and not before. Understand ?" I nodded miserably.

As the first blow landed across my already tortured buttocks, I shot forward, unable to stop myself, and nearly ripped my balls off. The pain was excruciating and each swipe of the crop hurt more than the last. The third swish hit me across the top of the thighs, which was even worse, and by the time she had delivered six, I had tears in my eyes. But she didn't stop there, delivering another six, until I was crying like a baby. Jenny seemed to take pity on me then and untied my balls and my ankles, helping me to sit on the bed (actually lie on my side on the bed as my arse was too sore to sit on) and cuddling me, kissing my forehead.

"There, there, my baby, it's alright, Mistress has got you. You've been punished and its all over now, all done".

I thought that maybe she would let me go now, but instead she made me sit in the middle of the bed and tied my ankles to opposite corners of the bed.

"Now I'm going to untie your arms" Jenny said sternly, "and I don't expect you to do anything silly like trying to escape". Strangely, the thought had not even occurred to me. It was wonderful to get my arms free and I stretched them to try and stop them aching so much, but then Jenny tied ropes to either wrist and tied me down so I was stretched as tight as she could get me, leaving me spread-eagled and at her mercy.

"I'm going to remove the gag, but you're not to speak unless spoken to, understand ?" I nodded my head and was just grateful to get that thing out of my mouth and be able to move my jaw. Jenny kissed me on the mouth, then lifted my head and gave me a sip of her wine.

"Thank you, Mistress", I said gratefully. She took off the strap-on dildo and climbed on to the bed, straddling me, with her knees pressing down on my shoulders and her dripping wet pussy hovering over my chin. She took another swig of her wine.

"Time to bring that excellent tongue of yours into action" she said, before lowering herself onto my face. I was plunged into a hot, damp, dark world bordered by her thighs against my cheeks and her vagina grinding down on my mouth, and I lapped at her hole with urgency and enthusiasm. As she moved around, I alternated between sucking her clitoris and forcing my tongue as deep into her as I could, reaching for her G-spot. I could hear her enthusiastic moans and groans somewhere above me, but I was entirely focused on my job, which was to make her cum – a job I was successful in after a few minutes. However, it turned out my job was to give her multiple orgasms, while she sat there, sipping her wine and occasionally tweaking my balls in encouragement if my pace slackened at all. By the time she finally got off me, I was exhausted, my tongue and jaw were aching, and she had forced me to cum yet again, this time spurting my cum over my stomach.

"I'm sorry, Mistress", I pleaded, trying to avoid further punishment.

"Sorry, Alan" she said, "I'd like to let you off, but my hands are tied – figuratively speaking, that is". She went to her drawer, and I let out a cry of dismay when I saw she was holding a flogger, with lots of black leather thongs.

"Oh, Mistress ... please don't !" I whined as she walked over to me, swishing the tails through the air.

"Now, now, slave, you know you deserve to be punished, begging for mercy will only bring further punishment". I cried out as the flogger hit me across the abdomen, then the chest, but I screamed when the thongs lashed across my genitals, once, twice, three times. She was raising the flogger again when I heard the front door slam and female voices downstairs, and I looked at Jenny questioningly.

"Ah, Chloe and Jane are home ! I'll be back in a minute" She disappeared downstairs, leaving me alone and in agony. I looked over hopefully at the clock and saw that it was just after midnight – thank God, I thought, my slavery is officially over !

I heard a shriek of laughter and I guessed Jenny had appeared in her sexy underwear and carrying the flogger. I could hear them speaking but not what was being said. About five minutes later, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and then all three girls came into the room and stood staring at me, tied and naked on the bed with red whip marks all over my body.

"Girls, this is Alan, my boyfriend and, tonight, my slave. Alan, say hello to Chloe and Jane". I nodded in acknowledgment as they smiled and said "Hello", still staring at my tortured body. Chloe was a big girl (think Amazonian warrior), about six foot tall and probably a (British) size sixteen but in proportion, so she wasn't fat, just broad shoulders, big breasts, big hips, long legs. Jane was Chinese or Japanese and, by contrast, was tiny, no more than five feet five, almost boyish, with very small breasts and no curves to speak of. They were both dressed in short skirts and platform shoes suitable for the night out they had just enjoyed.

"Alan", Jenny said, still holding the flogger and making me nervous by slapping it against her thigh.

"The girls have told me they would like to use you as their slave as well, and I have a proposition for you. I know this wasn't our original plan, so you are quite at liberty to say no and I will untie you, we'll all go downstairs and have a nice drink together. But if you are willing to be a slave to all three of us until midnight Saturday, I will let you do whatever you want to me all day Sunday, right up until midnight. What do you say ?" I was struggling to understand what was happening to me at the moment and I had to think about it for several microseconds.

"Do I get to use all this stuff on you ?" I asked, indicating the drawer.

"Yes, you can use any of my toys on me in whatever way you want" Jenny smiled.

"Do I get to tie you two up as well ?" I asked Chloe and Jane. Their eyebrows went up and they looked at each other, checking they had the same reaction, before turning back to me and nodding.

I couldn't believe I was considering this, I had been struggling to cope when Jenny had been my Mistress for just four hours, now I was contemplating being slave to all three of them at once for 24 hours straight, and for what ? They might go back on the deal anyway and tell me to fuck off, or they may even just not release me at all ! Surely it was just too much ?

"I am your slave, Mistresses", I said with a pounding heart, "Do with me what you will”.


Part 2 (added: 01/14/2011)

The dice were now cast and I was committed to a full day of being slave to my three Mistresses. But things didn't start out exactly as I had expected.

"I'm pretty whacked", Jenny said with a wide yawn, "Why don't I leave you two to play with your new toy for a few hours while I recharge my batteries ? I'll leave you in their safe hands, Alan, make sure you obey their commands as you would mine. And girls, be sure to punish him if he is naughty, he has a nasty tendency to make a mess by cumming all over the place. Is it okay if I use your room, Jane ?". With that, she blew me a kiss and walked out of the room.

"I got an idea" Jane said in her sweet Oriental accent, "Why don't we take it in turns for a few hours each so we get the most out of him ? I'll go first if you like ?" Chloe seemed to consider this while playing with my balls, making my erection return.

"I suppose so" she said reluctantly, "But make sure to wake me in a few hours so I don't miss out on the fun". As I watched her leave, I realised I was not going to get any rest in the next twenty four hours as they took shifts on my poor body – the thought was incredibly exciting.

Jane stood over me with a sweet smile on her face and unzipped her dress. I have always had a thing about Oriental girls and she was very pretty. Imagine my shock and delight when she revealed that she was wearing a red and black satin basque, which made the most of her slender figure and pushed up her small breasts, with suspenders, stockings and black lacy panties. She picked up the penis gag and got on the bed, straddling my chest.

"You seem like a nice boy, Alan. But you need to know something about me" She leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "Your ass is mine, slave boy, and I'm a real ball-breaker" She seemed to contradict this by planting her lips against mine and giving me a long, lingering kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she massaged my chest.

"Thank you, Mistress" I said, as she straightened up and, with the smile back on her face, she reached behind her and gently fondled my balls. I moaned as she rolled them around with her long fingers, groaned as she squeezed them, gasped as she squeezed them a little harder, then cried out as she crushed them in an iron grip. As I let out a yelp of pain, she thrust the rubber penis into my mouth, forcing it in deep and strapping it a notch tighter than Jenny had managed.

"There, there, let's not wake the others" she said calmly, untying me from my spread-eagle and making me get off the bed by the simple expedient of taking my cock in her hand and gently pulling. She made me lie on the carpet face down while she tied my wrists together behind me.

"It's only fair to let you know that I don't fancy you like Jenny and I don't want to fuck you like Chloe. I'm just very into bondage and domination, so I'm going to make you suffer in ways you can't imagine, sorry about that". All this was said with an apologetic smile and suddenly I was seriously frightened, because I believed her. She tied my elbows tight together, ignoring my muffled protests at the strain on my shoulders, then she ran the rope up my back and tied it off around my neck, half-choking me. She helped me to my feet and ordered me to stand, feet apart and bent over. I saw her rummaging in Jenny's bondage drawer and she pulled out a big flesh-coloured vibrator, shaped like a cock, with realistic head and veins, it even ended in fake testicles. I started to seriously wonder about Jenny and all these sex toys, but right now I was more concerned about this thing being shoved inside me, as it was thicker and longer than the dildo Jenny had buggered me with earlier. Jane made no move to get any lubricant and immediately started forcing it into my anus. She found it relatively easy to get the head in, I suppose because my sphincter had already been stretched, but it still hurt like hell and she just kept pushing it in, deeper and deeper, ignoring (or possibly enjoying) the pathetically muted cries I was making. I felt every inch of it going in, filling me and stretching me, until the fake balls were pressed against my cheeks. She made me straighten up, which was not easy, and she tied a length of rope tight around my waist before running it between my legs, over the end of the vibrator, wrapping it a couple of times around my cock and balls, before passing it underneath itself at my belly button. When she was done, she switched on the vibrator, gave the rope a tug, and faced me with her innocent smile.

"Does that feel good, slave boy ? Do you like it up the ass ?" she gave the rope another yank, pushing the vibrator in deeper and tightening the loops around my genitals. I gave a yelp of discomfort but, amazingly, my cock was ramrod hard in front of me. Jane seemed to find this amusing, quite the effect she was hoping for, and she ran her long nails along the length of my erection until I was moaning into the gag once more. Then she walked out of the room, pulling me along behind her with the crotch rope, and took me downstairs to the kitchen. I was a little confused when she got out a roll of clingfilm (I think that's sarin wrap in America).

"Dear me, you make so much noise ! Even the neighbours will hear. Let's see if we can't shut up your fucking whining" she purred as she started to wrap it around my head, covering my mouth and the gag with several layers, then continuing by covering the top half of my face, leaving my nose clear and a thin slit across my eyes so I could see. She wrapped it over the top of my head and under my chin until my head was entirely encased but then, with seemingly everything covered, she wrapped it across the centre of my face as well, covering my nose and blocking my nostrils, cutting off my air supply. I started to panic as I tried vainly to suck in oxygen and I became a little dizzy, but she calmly continued to finish wrapping. I felt my legs buckle and I sank to my knees as I started to pass out, when I felt Jane push something through the plastic and into my nostril. I desperately sucked in air through the seemingly tiny holes she had created and staggered back to my feet as she pulled insistently on my crotch rope. She left me standing there, trying to recover, while she went off somewhere and returned a few minutes later, making sure I saw that she had a handful of bulldog clips (I think these are called Alligator clips in America, sprung steel clamps for holding a sheaf of papers together). I knew how strong the springs on these things were and I felt the fear rise in me again. She flicked at one of my nipples, bringing it erect, before closing one of the clips onto it. The pain was instant and excruciating, and I screamed at the top of my voice, but only the faintest of sounds escaped the plastic sheathing. Jane smiled and put the second clip on my other nipple, making me scream ineffectually again.

"That seems quite effective. Enjoying yourself now, Alan ?" she asked calmly, "Well, I'm really sorry, but it's going to get worse". She went down on her knees and I felt her grab my scrotum, squeezing my balls painfully and pulling out a big flap of skin. I looked down in horror as she opened another clip and, as I watched helplessly, snapped it shut on my ball bag. What happened next was a shock to both of us – my cock, which was still rock hard, spontaneously ejaculated, shooting my cum into Jane's face and over her hands. After a second's surprise and an instinctive recoil, she smiled up at me, wiping the cum off her face and sucking it off her fingers. She straightened up and put her hands on my buttocks, pulling me close to her body, looking up into my plastic covered face.

"You'll pay for that, you naughty boy !" she murmured about an inch from my ear. To reinforce the point, I felt her playing with the vibrator, moving it from side to side and pushing it in a little deeper. How can this get worse, I thought despairingly, with absolute certainty she would find a way.

She disappeared into the hall for a moment and returned fastening up a large fur coat. This didn't fill me with confidence, as there was certainly no coat for me. She took hold of my now shrivelled scrotum and led me towards the back door and into the garden. It was a clear night with a bright moon, which meant it was bloody cold. Despite the house being just a bog-standard semi-detached, the garden was quite long, with some mature trees at the bottom, and it was fairly secluded, not overlooked by the neighbouring properties. Jane led me down there and made me stand in the middle of the little clearing while she knelt down and tied a length of rope around each of my ankles. She took one rope and tied it to the base of the nearby tree trunk, then picked up the other rope and crossed the clearing. She tugged on the rope, forcing me to spread my legs, then pulled it again until my feet were spread wide and I was uncomfortably stretched, before she tied the rope to another handy tree. Now she came up to me and ran her fingernails over my chest, circling my still-clamped nipples and running down across my stomach to my pubic hair.

"I know what you need to warm you up", she said with a sly grin, "I bet you'd love a blowjob, wouldn't you ?" She licked her lips lasciviously and I nodded my head vigorously.

"Hold that thought, bad boy" she said, and then she was gone. I was rather confused by all this and, left on my own, I started to feel very cold and very much in pain, from the clips on my nipples and scrotum, plus the twanging of my hamstrings in my thighs, plus the monster stuffed up my arse, still vibrating away. I also started to feel very sorry for myself, even though I had no-one to blame but myself. I consoled myself by thinking of what I would do to Jane tomorrow.

I was there a good ten minutes before I heard the sounds of a scuffle from the direction of the house, before I saw one of the more memorable sights of my life. Coming through the trees I saw Jenny staggering, naked, with her wrists tied together in front of her and rope wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides and framing her breasts, and with her mouth stretched around a red ball gag. Behind her and dragging her along, with a flogger in one hand and a big handful of Jenny's hair in the other, was Jane, her hair in disarray possibly from a struggle and her fur coat open, revealing the basque and stockings beneath, tottering on her high heels as she fought to control the struggling girl. Wow, I would be seeing that in my dreams for quite a while !

Jane dragged Jenny into the centre of the little clearing and pushed her to her knees in front of me.

"We thought you might like a little moral support, Alan, so Jenny has decided to switch sides from the Mistresses to the slaves. Well, I say she decided but I persuaded her, didn't I, Jenny ?" My girlfriend gave a negative 'mmmph' and tried to shake off Jane's hand, which was still twisted in her hair.

"Now, Alan here is looking forward to a blowjob, and you're going to give it to him aren't you, Jenny ? I'm going to take off the gag and you're not going to make a sound, are you – we don't want to wake the neighbours". She removed Jenny's ballgag and pushed her towards my rather limp member.

"I think we/'d better move this and you can kiss it better" Jane said and removed the bulldog clip from my scrotum, making me cry out as the blood returned to the pinched flesh. Jenny leaned forward and kissed my balls, gently licking the bruised flesh, before taking them into her mouth one at a time for some more detailed attention. I have to say it was a great comfort.

"Aww, isn't that sweet ?" Jane mocked, before lashing the flogger she was carrying down across Jenny's back, making her gasp and screw up her face in pain.

"Now give him the works. I want you to make it last and I want to see his cum all over your face when you're done". Jenny carefully took the head of my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around it, which has always driven me wild, then she let the whole thing slide in until she was gagging on it and my pubes were tickling her nose. I heard the flogger slap down and Jenny pulled back quickly until I was out of her mouth.

"Take it easy, girl, not too fast !" Jane warned. Jenny leaned in again and ran her tongue down the length of my cock to my balls. Suddenly I felt the sting of the flogger across my back and arms, making me cry out and jerk forward.

"And you'd better control yourself too, slave boy, or your girlfriend suffers" Jane growled in my ear. I quickly started trying to think of something other than a naked, bound girl sucking on my cock, but it wasn't easy, and I could feel the excitement starting to build. Jenny took me all the way inside again and I knew I was going to cum. She clearly did too, because she pulled back and waited. Seconds later, I started spurting whatever my tortured testicles could produce over her face.

"You two are useless !" Jane said in disgust and whacked the flogger across Jenny's back and then, pushing her away, brought it down across my errant member.

"I blame you, Jenny, you're obviously too good at this ! You need to be punished". I watched as she shoved the gag back into Jenny's mouth and dragged her to her feet. She untied the rope around her chest but then tied it to her wrists and threw it over a branch above her head. She pulled on the rope until Jenny was stretched up onto her toes in front of me, struggling for balance and to take the weight off her wrists. Jane took another length of rope from her coat pocket and tied it around the other girl's ankle, before tying the other end to the tree trunk behind her, leaving her balanced precariously on one leg or, more precisely, about two and a half toes. I could see Jenny was distressed, but there was nothing I could do as Jane produced another length of rope, tied it to her other ankle, and dragged her foot off the floor and up behind her, leaving her hanging by her wrists from the branch. The discomfort on her screwed up face was difficult to watch. I felt totally useless as I was forced to watch Jane circle around Jenny, then start whipping her across her breasts, with stroke after stroke slapping against her until her skin was marked with red lines and tears were running down her face. Jane came over to me and removed the clips from my nipples, causing the now familiar agony of the returning blood flow. I felt relieved to have got rid of them, but as I looked up, I saw Jane applying them to Jenny. I shook my head and tried to communicate 'NO' to Jane, but she ignored me and proceeded to attach the metal clamps to the suspended girl's nipples. Jenny twisted on the rope and shouted so loud into the gag, Jane clamped her hand over her mouth until the worst of the pain had subsided.

"You kids, hanging out together !" Jane joked, "You're such a hot couple, I think you need cooling off". I didn't know what she meant by that, but when she returned a couple of minutes later with a lawn sprinkler attached to a hose, I got the message. She put it down between us, then looked at both of us, considering something.

"You know, I think this is a bit unfair on Jenny. She's hanging quite painfully by her wrists plus she's got the nipple clamps, whereas you're quite comfy, Alan". I wasn't sure I agreed with that, but ...

"How about if I move the clamps from her to you ? Would you suffer to make life a little easier for your girlfriend ?" I hated the thought of the clamps back on my nipples, but I could see how much pain Jenny was in, so I reluctantly nodded my head.

"What a nice boy !" Jane said as she released Jenny from the clamps, "I hope you appreciate this, Jenny". I could see Jenny struggling to cope with the rush of blood back to her tortured nipples, but I knew that sensation would pass. Meanwhile, Jane came over to me, snapping the clamps like crocodiles as she approached. I steeled myself, waiting for the pain in my nipples, but instead I felt her take my cock in her hand and start to massage it. Then she sank down to her knees and started gently rubbing her lips against it. I didn't believe she could possibly get a response, but the male libido is ever optimistic and I managed to get a stiffy one more time. As my cock grew in front of her, Jane waited for the moment of maximum impact and then applied both clamps along the length of it, sending me into a world of pain and ending any interest I had in sex for the foreseeable future. I screamed long and hard into the plastic wrap covering my head, twisting and turning in my bondage but getting absolutely no relief or sympathy from Jane.

"I think I'll go in for a rest now", she said in a conversational tone, "But don't worry, I'll leave a note for Chloe to come out and see you when she wakes up". And then she was gone, leaving the two of us, bound and helpless, staring at each other with a look of horror on our faces. As if to round off the evening, the sprinkler between us burst into life, showering our naked bodies in icy cold water. I howled despairingly at the moon like some demented werewolf.

I had to do something about the pain from the clamps, I couldn't wait until Chloe woke up. I awkwardly tried to kneel down, which is not easy with your legs tied wide apart. I got one knee on the ground but then lost my balance and fell forward, unable to stop myself crashing onto the wet grass. Once I was down there, and had got my breath back, my master plan consisted of rubbing my groin on the ground to try and get the clips off. Remarkably it worked, although the sensation of them finally coming free took me to a whole new level of pain. I lay there desperately waiting for the feeling to subside, which eventually it did.

So now I was lying on my front, on wet grass, arms tied behind me and legs splayed, being sprayed with water from a range of about three feet. You wouldn't believe it, but I actually fell asleep right there and then.

I woke up to find Chloe bending over me, pulling the plastic wrap off my face. I was relieved to find that my arms and legs had been untied, and the vibrator had been removed from my poor backside, another huge relief.

"Oh you poor thing !" Chloe said sympathetically when she saw that I was awake, "I can't believe Jane left you out here all night, in the freezing cold, she's a hard bitch !" She unfastened the gag strap and popped the ball out of my mouth, which felt so good, allowing me to massage some life back into my jaw.

"Where's Jenny ?" I croaked, having looked around and noticed she was no longer hanging from the tree in front of me.

"Don't worry, I helped her inside and she's warming up in my room. Let's get you inside". She helped me up off the wet grass and into the house. She sat me down by the kitchen table and turned to put the kettle on.

"Where's Jane ?" I asked a little nervously – I didn't want to fall under her control again any time soon. Jane brought over a steaming cup of tea – everything is better with a cup of tea – and put her arm around me.

"Don't worry about her, I'll look after you. Ooh, you're so cold ! Here, take this". She took off the heavy coat she was wearing and put it around my shoulders, but the thing that took my immediate attention was that she was wearing just bra, panties, stockings and suspenders – she looked incredibly sexy.

"It looks like you need a little shared body warmth, Alan" she said, and suddenly I found myself being smothered in her ample bosom as she hugged me, pushing my face into her cleavage, and rubbed my back and arms.

"Is that better ?" she asked, but my appreciative response was rather muffled. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head, then I felt her lips pressed against mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth, as her hands roamed over my body from my sore nipples to my sore scrotum – basically I was still pretty sore all over, but I have to say this TLC was already starting to make me forget the abuse I'd suffered earlier and I was perking up. I felt like I was in a waking dream as the tall, statuesque girl took me by the hand and led me up the stairs, while I stared at her plump buttocks swaying in front of me just as I had only a few hours before when my girlfriend had taken me to heaven. At the top of the stairs, before her bedroom door, Chloe turned to me and kissed me again, sliding the coat off my shoulders and onto the floor.

"Now, I'm supposed to be treating you as my slave", she said softly, and I saw that she had the coat belt in her hands, "But don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you like the others". She put the belt across my eyes and tied it as a blindfold, then took me by the hand and led me into her room. She sat me down on the edge of her bed and, moments later, she gently pulled me forward and I found my face against her now bare breasts. Eagerly I sucked and licked each of her nipples as she offered them to me, and I felt them firm up under my attention. I heard her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as her excitement level rose, then she was pushing gently but insistently on my shoulders until I was lying on my back on the bed. She stretched my arm above my head and I felt the rope being wrapped around my wrist but I didn't care, I was quite happy to be tied down by this sexy Amazon. She tied me down in a spread-eagle position with absolutely no resistance from me. I felt her tongue licking around my nipples, soothing any hurt that might have remained, then it was sliding down across my stomach to the edge of my pubic hair, driving me wild. Her hand cupped my balls and stroked them, fondling them without any threat that she would suddenly crush them or anything else nasty. Then she was pushing a gag into my mouth, a ring gag, strapping it securely in place, and still I was loving everything about this. There was a lull in the activity for a few minutes and I wondered what was happening, then I felt Chloe's hands on the blindfold and it was gone and I could finally see where I was and what was happening. Two shocking sights competed for my attention simultaneously. One was that Chloe, the seemingly straightforward sexy blonde, had changed into a shiny black latex dress, what looked like a masquerade mask over her eyes and black elbow gloves, planted on her curvy hips, every inch the dominatrix. The other was Jenny, kneeling at the end of the bed on which I was tied, her naked body stretched by the ropes tying her knees wide apart and her wrists above her to the top of the frame of the rather incongruous four-poster – who has a four-poster bed in an urban semi ? Mind you, the walls were painted black like some goth-teenager's wet dream, making the whole setup utterly weird. Jenny was struggling ineffectually but very sexily against her bondage, and her face was criss-crossed by the leather straps of a head harness, her mouth and cheeks bulging around what was clearly a fully inflated rubber bladder. I saw the look of fear in her eyes.

"Oh dear, you've fucked up this time, haven't you, Alan ?" Chloe said as she walked across the room and picked up a vicious-looking bullwhip. Now she had moved from the bed, I could see the thigh-high stiletto boots she was wearing, and I suddenly realised that Jenny, with her ropes and chains, dildos and vibrators, gags and whips, was probably the least kinky of the three women in this house. From the expression on her face, it looked like she was only just realising this as well.

"You had a chance to rescue yourself and your lovely girlfriend, but your cock was doing the thinking and you were happy enough to be tied up again, weren't you ?" As she gave us this little speech, her gloved hand was roaming over Jenny's body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The hand disappeared behind her and from the startled expression which came to Jenny's face I guessed at least one of those gloved fingers had gone up her back passage.

"I've always wanted to know what kind of slave Jenny would make, and now I have the opportunity to find out". She drew her arm back and then brought the whip down across her back. I saw Jenny's face screw up in pain and she twisted in her bonds, desperately trying to pull her arms free, and screamed with all she had, but only a very muffled whimper escaped from her mouth around the gag. The whip struck again, as Chloe put all her muscle behind another blow, and I saw the tears come to Jenny's eyes, as she sobbed desperately. A third stroke had her dancing in the ropes again, and then her eyes, which had been closed, shot open and stared directly at me, accusingly. I suddenly felt extremely guilty.

"And your cock is still doing the thinking ! Unbelievable !" Chloe said, and pointed the whip at my rampant erection.

"Your poor, sweet girlfriend is getting a whipping in front of you, crying her eyes out, and you just find it a turn-on !" It seemed terrible, but it was true – who wouldn't be turned on watching one woman whipping another right in front of you ?

The whipping went on, until Jenny was covered in a slick sheen of sweat, what was left of her mascara streaked down her cheek by her tears, her head hung on her chest in exhaustion. Chloe put down the whip and came around the bed, and I wondered fearfully what she would do to me. She got on to the bed and sat astride me facing Jenny at the foot of the bed. I felt her gloved hand close around the shaft of my erect penis.

"Hey Jenny", she said, taunting the bound girl, waiting until she raised her head to look at the pair of us. When she was sure she had Jenny's attention, she lowered herself onto my face, making sure I got a mouthful of her hot, wet pussy.

"You get a whipping and your boyfriend gets a blowjob – how unfair is that ?" I felt her bend over and then her hot mouth closed on the head of my throbbing erection. Almost subconsciously, I started lapping at her pussy, my tongue poking through the ring of the gag and seeking out her clitoris.

"Mmm, Jen, you weren't lying when you said he was good with his tongue, were you ?" I felt her tongue side down my erection, sending shivers through me. I felt like I was betraying Jenny but I couldn't stop myself digging my tongue into the dripping cunt above me, almost taking it as a challenge to make her cum. As I started to get her attention, she ground her hips into my face and straightened up from the blow job. I was really just fighting for breath now as she bounced up and down on my outstretched tongue and smeared her sex across my face. At last she reached climax, and suddenly I was getting showered by her juice squirting into my mouth and face. At last the moment passed and she sat on me, getting her breath back.

"My, my, everyone looks to be having such fun, can I play ?" Oh God, it was Jane, back for more ! How was I going to survive with both of them working on me at the same time ??


Part 3 (added: 05/08/2011)

It had taken the two women maybe an hour to milk me dry and to torture my body until I just couldn't take it any more. Seeing that I was spent, they left me in a hogtie on the bed and moved on to Jenny. I watched in frustration and sympathy as they forced her to make them cum over and over again, first with her tongue, until she could hardly move it, and then with a penis gag strapped into her mouth which they mounted and rode, spraying her face with their juices as they brought themselves off. When they had had enough of that, they donned strap-ons and fucked her from both ends at once. They were cruel and rough with her, and I quickly realised that this wasn't anything to do with sexual gratification, it was domination, pure and simple – they were determined to break her and make her their sex slave, not just for today but for good.

Eventually, with Jenny lying on the floor exhausted, they decided to take a new direction, as she seemed to be able to endure whatever humiliation they subjected her to. So they dragged her limp body out of the bedroom and, after a few minutes, I heard the sound of leather slapping against skin and her muffled cries and screams as they beat her.

I found it hard to listen to them subjecting my girlfriend to such inhumane treatment, but there was nothing I could do. After maybe another hour, I heard them coming back upstairs and I felt a surge of fear that they were coming back to work on me. I pretended to be asleep, but Chloe ignored me as I lay on the bed and I watched from the corner of my eye as she stripped off her dominatrix outfit and put on 'normal' clothes – underwear, a floaty summer dress and low-heeled shoes. As she went to the door she bent over me and I felt her pinch my buttock.

"I'll see you a little later, lover boy" she whispered in my ear, "Get your strength back, you're going to need it". She left the room and I heard her go downstairs. I heard Jane speak next.

"We'll be back, cunt", she said, clearly addressing Jenny, "And when we do come back, you're really going to suffer !" I heard the front door open and close, then silence.

I knew this was my chance – possibly my only chance – to save Jenny and myself from further punishment. I immediately started to wriggle and shuffle to the edge of the bed and, not giving myself time to think about how much this might hurt, I rolled myself off the edge and fell onto the floor. The carpet softened the landing a little and I started squirming towards the door, trying to ignore the way the ropes cut into my wrists and ankles. I was soon picking up carpet burns but I couldn't afford to take a break or even slow down, as I had no idea where Jane and Chloe had gone and how long they would be away. I crawled out onto the landing and reassessed the situation. I could hear Jenny making little stifled cries downstairs and I could see the end of a rope tied to the banister rails in front of me. I shuffled over and looked down into the hall. Below me I could see Jenny's body, and from the difficult angle I was viewing, finally worked out that she was standing with her hands tied behind her and her arms pulled up vertically behind her by the rope in front of me. I could hear she was in some discomfort but couldn't see why. But I could see what I had to do next.

I shuffled around until my back was facing the banister railings and felt for the rope with my fingers. Eventually I found it and located the knots so that I could get to work on untying it. After a few minutes effort, I felt the knots come undone and the rope pull away from me. From below I heard a thud and a cry, but I couldn't worry about what was going on, I had to get moving. I wriggled over to the top of the stairs and looked down. It was a frightening prospect, but I had no option but to push myself over the edge and allow myself to fall, bumping down the stairs with no control at all. It was scary and painful, but after the brief rollercoaster ride down the stairs, I found myself in a crumpled heap at the bottom.

I tried to ignore the pain of the bumps and bruises of the fall, as well as the carpet burns all over my chest, stomach and thighs, and headed for where Jenny was lying. When I saw her, I felt rather shamefaced at my own 'suffering' – her body was covered in red welts where she had been mercilessly beaten with a stick, across her breasts, buttocks and thighs. The marks were deep, the skin around them already bruising, and there were several places where the skin was broken and bleeding. But then I realised that wasn't why she had been whimpering earlier – there were vicious-looking metal clamps, hanging from her nipples and also biting into her labia, which were stretched and pulled horribly by the large weights attached to the clamps. I felt awful for her.

Although I had a ball gag strapped into my mouth, I managed to make her understand that I needed her to unbuckle the gag so that I could then use my teeth to free her. It probably took twenty minutes to finally get her wrists free, but once that was managed, it was only a few more minutes before we were both free and fell into each other's arms in relief.

"I'm so sorry for putting you through this" I said softly. She smiled and kissed me passionately.

"Don't be ridiculous", she said, "I brought you in to a house full of vipers and we both got bitten. You keep an eye out for them while I go and put some clothes on". She kissed me again and disappeared upstairs.

Call me terribly naïve, but my plan would have been to throw on some clothes, get the Hell out of there, and arrange to have Jenny's things collected later, as she clearly couldn't stay there. But when I saw Jenny at the top of the stairs, I knew that was not what was going to happen. She was wearing a blood red corset with black lace trimming, opera gloves and boots up to her thighs. She had also tidied her hair and fixed her makeup, as well as put some cream on the worst of her cuts. She was also carrying a bunch of handcuffs and a flogger – she was planning to fight back !

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Jenn ?" I asked nervously when she came down.

"Of course it is – we're going to get even with those bitches" she spat.

"Okay, you keep look out and I'll get some clothes on"

"No, you're fine as you are", she said.

"But I need –"

"I said NO !" she barked, and although she smiled, I had seen The Look and heard The Voice – she would not tolerate any disobedience from ME ! I shrank back a little.

"You take Chloe when they get back, she's bigger" Jenny went on, in a business-like tone. "Get these handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and cross them in a hogtie behind her – got it ?"

"Yawohl, Mein Fuhrer" I said with a Nazi salute, only half-joking. Jenny scowled and handed me a ball gag.

"Shut her up with this. And don't screw up". We waited in an uncomfortable silence.

When Chloe and Jane returned, overcoming them proved easier than I had expected. We had the element of surprise, of course, but also they had been out for a boozy lunch and were in no fit state to fight back. Mind you, I think being wrestled to the floor, handcuffed and gagged sobered them up pretty quickly.

Jenny went to work on Jane first. After letting her tire herself out struggling and screaming uselessly into the gag, she removed the cuffs from the Oriental girl's ankles and pulled off her jeans and panties in one go. Between us, we strapped leather suspension cuffs to her ankles and then hoisted her up into the air, so she was hanging upside down from the landing above with her legs spread wide. Jenny uncuffed Jane's wrists briefly so that she could remove her T-shirt and bra, leaving her naked, before replacing the cuffs. Jane went red in the face as she struggled pointlessly and gurgled into the gag.

Jenny picked up a couple of long, red candles from the hall table and I watched as she pushed them deep into the suspended girl's vagina and arse, making her struggle even more. As she struck a match, I had to say something.

"Don't you think that's a bit too cruel, even for Jane ?" I asked. She gave me The Look again.

"If I want your advice, I'll ask for it. Now shut up and get on with that other cunt. Cut her fucking clothes off" She tossed me a pen knife and indicated impatiently towards Chloe.

Chloe had watched what had happened to Jane and was clearly terrified. I didn't like to ruin her nice dress, but there didn't seem much alternative, and I sliced it until I could pull it from her body. Her underwear was gone in a couple of strokes and she lay there naked, shaking with fear. Jenny had lit the candles by now and Jane was keeping very still to try to avoid splashing the melting wax onto her skin. But Jenny was taunting her by plucking out her pubic hairs, each one bringing a little cry and an involuntary spasm from Jane. As more wax melted, it eventually ran down and onto Jane's pussy lips and around her anus, bringing louder squeals and more twitches from her, which merely brought more burning wax down onto her sensitive skin. Soon she was in a terrible cycle of pain, which Jenny watched with unconcealed glee.

When she could finally tear herself away, Jenny came over to where Chloe lay and set about her with a mass of ropes. First she tied her ankles to her thighs, then she twisted her arms up behind her back into a reverse prayer position and tied her wrists together and her arms tight to her body. She also put Chloe's impressively large breasts into some cruel bondage, first tying them around their base, then criss-crossing them until they were purple with engorged blood and distended. Chloe was crying in pain and self-pity by now, but a quick look at Jane indicated Chloe had still got the better deal. Wax had now splattered over Jane's buttocks and into her pubic hair; each drip was clearly agony, and it was only going to get worse as the candles burnt down.

Jenny motioned me to pick Chloe up, and we carried her bound body into the front room, putting her down on the coffee table. Jenny strapped on her strap-on and took up position behind the bound girl.

"You fuck her mouth, I'll ream her arse" she ordered. I unstrapped the gag and looked into her frightened face with a pang of sympathy and guilt – I just wasn't cut out for this Dom role ! However, I was too scared of Jenny as a Domme to disobey her and I pushed my erect cock into the poor girl's mouth. After a minute or so, Jenny insisted we switch position, so she could put her shitty strap-on in Chloe's mouth. Meanwhile I forced myself into her tight arse and it didn't take me long to cum inside her. Eventually Jenny got bored with trying to make her throw up and strapped the gag back in.

Things had progressed when we went to check on Jane. The candles were now burnt down to within a couple of inches of her skin and solidified wax was all around their bases. I thought Jenny was being kind when she eased both candles from their respective holes, but then she tipped them up and poured the boiling wax into the holes they had just left, bringing heart-rending screams from the tortured woman hanging in front of me.

"Jenny", I said with more than a hint of pleading, "Would they have ever succeeded in turning you into their slave ?"

"Never !" she exclaimed with pride.

"So why do you think you'll succeed in turning them ? Please, can we call a truce and just get out of here ?" She put her head on one side and smiled, then took my hand.

"Of course we can, you old softy". She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue parting my lips and seeking out my own. I felt her hands on my buttocks, kneading them, her long fingers exploring between them.

"I apologise, Master, I forgot you were supposed to be in charge now" she whispered as she slid down my body onto her knees and I felt her hot, moist lips on my rapidly recovering dick. Within a couple of minutes I had shot my load into her mouth and over her face, and I sank down onto the carpet in blissful exhaustion.

We got dressed and loaded as much of Jenny's, Chloe's and Jane's bondage equipment as we could into two suitcases, before wheeling them round to my place. When we came back we reloaded with Jenny's clothes – she would be staying with me until she sorted out new digs. We left Chloe and Jane naked, cuffed and gagged, but told them we had put the keys under the trees at the end of the garden, leaving them a small challenge to get themselves free.

When we got back to my place, we ordered pizza and went to bed to eat it. I was just falling asleep when I heard this from the naked body next to me.

"Oh dear, I seem to have got this rope tangled around my wrists and it won't come undone. Could you help me please, Alan, darling ? Otherwise, I'll be helplessly tied up like this all night ..."

Instantly I was awake and rock hard. This was going to be another long night ...


(If you like this let me know - Alan and Jenny may return)