One of the best aspects of a true friend is the friendly rivalry which pushes each one to strive for achievement. Certainly that is true for my wonderful friend Liz. I can share my life as a slave master in my blog and email, but how often can two slave owners share a quiet night together with their submissive.

What a fine evening it has been. Our submissive are now kneeled in front of us, arms tightly strapped at wrists and elbows, ankles crossed and eyes lowered waiting for our instructions. They are of course forcefully gagged with wide straps pulled to the extreme holding in mouth filling ball gags. Here's how it gone. We had gone out to a fine dinner with our submissive, Petra and Joni. And what a foursome we were. Petra and Joni, formerly known in their pre-submission days as Peter and John, had been gradually and thoroughly feminized by Liz and me. Tonight we looked like four pretty girls out for a fun Saturday night. Liz and I wore tight designer short skirts which showed our curves off nicely. I wore a silky somewhat transparent top with a lacy black bra tantalizingly visible underneath. I am far larger (36 DD) chested than Liz who was able to let her cute nipples push out against her tank top. We are both tall and fit women, even muscular, imposing figures to most men, but still very attractive.

Petra and Joni had helped each other do hair and make up, then dress for the occasion. Their hands had been freed but Liz and I prefer to keep submissive gagged as often as possible; their gags would be removed just before we leave the house and lipstick applied in the car

After two years of ownership, they had received breast implants which gave them very fetching bust lines. Strict diet enforced by the even stricter gags they wear full time at home had given them slender bodies. Injections of hormones had helped to fill out their hips and soften their voices. They had learned the art of tasteful make-up, went regularly for manicure and hair coloring. Like many women today, their lips were pouted out with injections of filler, eyebrows shaped, and Petra had grown her hair out below shoulder length. Joni had naturally dark curl hair which shaped into a cute pixie cut.

Both slaves had been permitted to keep their cocks, at least so far, but both wore strict cock-locks which permitted urination but prevented erection and kept cock and balls strapped well out of sight. They had been dressed alike in white full coverage bras, full panties, and short white half-slips to give them a cute retro look, like a 50's bondage model. We had decided to have them in a full 50's look that evening, with tight blouses, wide skirts, stocking with garters and heels. Their blouses are cut so that the sweet old fashion white bra straps show just a little on their shoulders. They looked adorable as they helped each other dress.

As we left the house, we removed their gag straps but inserted large balls which they could not push out with their tongues. Liz and I like our slaves to be silent but we chatted as we drove to the best nearby restaurant. We parked and allowed them to pull out the balls by the small tab at the front of the ball. All eyes turned to us as we came in. Men at the bar who had been talking to their wives and girl friends eyed us furtively. Single men began positioning themselves for and approach. That's fine. Liz and I love men. We just love them helpless, bound, gagged, and feminized. When I look at an attractive man I see him on his knees in bra and panties, chained, and severely gagged.

Why feminized? A feminized former male is so much more attentive, gentle, and also endures far greater punishment. Believe me, I have tried both male and female submissive, and females are a pain. Females may even try to contemplate escape but once a male has been given a set of lovely breasts, there is nowhere else to go. Besides feminized former males have in general better earning capacity. Both Petra and Joni work from the house as programmers. The fact that they are kept chained to the computer table and brutally gagged makes them very productive, along with the daily whipping they receive. Liz and I are nicely supported by our adoring slaves.

The waiter hurried to sit us at the best table, taking the time to look down Liz's top at her nipples and to accidentally brush his arms against Petra's ass which I am sure felt firm and feminine. We looked at our menus, laughed and talked seemingly unaware of the males angling to catch our eyes. Soon drinks began to arrive courtesy of hopeful guys at the bar. Petra and Joni are each late 20's. Liz and I are late 30's. We looked like the office girls had gone to dinner with two of the executives.

Of course we all watched our calories to keep our figures trim, but we still had a great dinner. Several men approached the girls as they were on their way to the ladies room. As they had been taught they looked delighted, pouted their lips, pushed their ample breasts forward and then gave out false email addresses.

We arrived home around 10 PM ready for the evening entertainment. Liz and I relaxed while Petra made drinks for us and Joni made a nice fire in the fireplace. We would have offered the girls drinks but it is hard to sip a martini while wearing an extra large size gag.

We were just starting to wonder what to do. Watch TV while our girls kneeled in front of us trying to nuzzle our pussies by getting their gagged heads under our skirts? Hang them by their wrists, legs spread for a thorough whipping? Perhaps a little suffocation while they struggle wide eyed for air? Then I had an idea. Liz, I said, let's have a contest. Let's see which of us can bind our girls the tightest and gag them the quietest. The first to get a whimper wins. The winner gets to bind the other for a week? Deal? Liz was excited and so was I.

We flipped a coin to see who went first. I started. I took Joni first. I ordered her to strip to her bra and panties. I pulled her wrists back behind her put them palm to palm, wound a strap around her wrists and pulled them high up her back almost the gag strap, them up to a pulley in the ceiling. I pulled her up to her tiptoes by her bound hands. I could hear her crying in agony until I improved the gag by pulling off her slip and stuffing it layer by layer into her mouth, then forcing the ball back in and strapping it to the last notch. I did the same with the then terrified Petra. Then strapped their ankles to their knees so they each hung from the ceiling. I attached their knees to rings on the floor and pulled until their bodies were rigid.

Ok, I said, see if you can get a whimper out of them I said with confidence. Selecting a large flat whip, Liz started with Petra. Again and again, she flayed they whip across her body. No movement, no sound. Liz started to look worried and I started to picture her bound for a week at my disposal.

But then Liz got an inspired look. She went to drawer I did not know existed and pulled the largest dildo I have ever seen. Wide, long, metal studded with a small pussy insert on the other end. She took out a strap on holder and buckled it around her hips. Bracing the dildo against her pubis, she walk behind the utterly terrified Joni, pulled down her panties, and pushed the huge phallus into Joni's ass. Joni had taken many an ass fucking before but nothing to match this. Finally as her sphincter widen enough for the head of the cock to enter, we both head a small scream behind Joni's gag.

Liz, I said urgently, I really think we should reconsider this. I am bigger and strong than Liz but she is quicker. In an instant she had one arm pinned behind me and forced the other arm up with her knee. She twisted a strap around my wrists and I was helpless. Really, Liz...I started to say when a gag was shoved into my mouth. Huge and incompressible. She pushed with one palm with the other behind my head. My jaw strained to near dislocation when the ball popped in. Suddenly just pulling air in through my nose was top priority and I could not struggle. She strapped a spreader bar to my ankles holding them wide and hoisted it into the ceiling so that I hung upside down gently swinging. It was at this point that I realized that she still had the flat whip in her hand and was inserting a fresh dildo into the strap on. She whipped me until my consciousness began to ebb. That's when I felt the dildo start to enter my ass. It was enormous. I could not imagine such a thing could actually enter my body. Impossible. But it did. As I tried to scream my agony into my gag, Liz told me that this was just the start of a great week. Isn't that what friends are for?