There are only two absolute rules Mistress Lara follows when disciplining me: no public exposure and no permanent marks on my body. Other than these, she is free to do anything she wants to enforce her authority over me. Let me explain that the word discipline should not be understood to mean punishment for anything. I am very obedient. Mistress disciplines me for my own good or simply to give herself pleasure. Let me illustrate.

Last week she came home with a coworker. We had all worked late and had already eaten, so I took my cue from Lara and fixed them drinks. When I brought them into the living room, Lara and her friend, Michelle, were discussing a hunk at the office. Lara wondered what this guy looked like naked and Michelle blushed a bit, probably because of my presence. Lara said, Don’t be embarrassed because of Ivan. He’s used to such conversations. Then she turned to me and said, Ivan, be a dear and strip so that Michelle won’t feel like the center of attention. I knew better than to hesitate, but I wondered what Michelle was thinking about all of this while I quickly pulled off my clothes. I am not allowed to wear underwear, so it didn t take long for me to get naked. I stood awaiting further orders, noting that Michelle made no protest and kept her gaze glued to my shaved crotch.

I like to think that I am more than adequately hung, but I must confess that probably the most remarkable thing about my manhood, besides the shave, is the locked steel restraint. Lara decides if and when I’m allowed to come, and she can be stingy about my orgasms at times. She feels, rightly, that I am better with my tongue when I haven’t come for a day or so. She says that she can feel the dedication in my efforts when it has been a while since I last ejaculated. All I feel is maddeningly horny when I spend night after night licking her to multiple orgasms and am only paddled fiercely in return (although I have come from being spanked).

Anyway, I stood naked except for the lock and waited for Michelle or Lara to say something. Finally Lara spoke, not to me but to Michelle. Well, honey, will he do?

That thing is locked on and won’t come off? Michelle asked Lara, and in answer she beckoned me to her. I stood between them and Lara pulled on the device, squeezing my engorged balls and causing an extreme sensation. He’s stuck in this till I unlock him, and I’m not even sure where the key is right now.

These words caused me to shudder since I had been deprived for two days already and I sure hoped it wouldn’t go on much longer. One time Lara lost the key and made me look for it. After an entire weekend of fruitless searching, spurred on by the free application of her riding crop, it turned up in her purse. But now that Michelle was convinced that my best part was a prisoner, Lara asked again if I would do.

Michelle said yes, and that the lock should be standard issue on all men. Lara told me to go and pleasure her friend any way she wanted, giving her as many orgasms as possible. If she has any reason to complain about your efforts, I’ll invite my tennis coach over, tie you to a chair and let her exhaust herself practicing on your backside. I knew she would do it, and I also knew if she did I would meekly comply. Before you go, a proper inspiration is in order. Fetch the crop.

I moved as quickly as I could, since any delay is paid for in lashes. When I returned, Lara gave me a motivating dose of the crop, making me hiss and whine while my backside warmed up with welts, causing my poor cock to swell in its cage.

Michelle took me to the guest room where she tied me to the bed, lowered the lights and, after stripping, sat astride my face. I tongued her erect little bud and her pussy lips for all I was worth. She moaned and writhed and ground her pubic bone into my face until she arched her back and howled with pleasure. I thought she would break my jaw, but she soon backed off a bit, sat on my chest and panted. In the dim light, I watched her beautiful breasts heave as she caught her breath and came back to earth.

Soon she stirred and sat on my face again. This scene, with minor variations, repeated itself six or seven times until she finally needed some real rest. She slipped off the bed and, without making any move to untie me or get dressed, sat in a chair and spoke.

You see, Lara and I were joking at lunch about each of our fantasies, about the Perfect Man, and we decided it would be a good looking guy who did as he was told, had no dick of his own, but could use his tongue like a master. Lara said she was lucky enough to have just such a guy on the hook, and he was available for part time use if I was interested.

Michelle moved to the side of the bed, her hand resting on my caged crotch. Sorry about your genitals, but now it’s time to work on mine again. She sat on my face once more and I went at it again. It made me smile, even tied to the guest bed, because I had to admit I did fit the description of the Perfect Man pretty closely.

We slept late the next morning and I hoped Lara would treat me to an early orgasm, since Michelle reported to her that I was at least adequate and shouldn’t be disciplined on her account. She added, however, that if the scene Lara had threatened me with was actually going to happen, she’d like to be there to witness it. I had a feeling that before I got out of my lock, my ass was going to be used for tennis practice in front of a center court audience!

Mr. Ivan C., San Diego, California

I had been at my new job as a graphic designer for two months. I had gotten comfortable and friendly with the two women with whom I shared an office, and the mostly male sales staff enjoyed trading bawdy banter with us my boss in particular, but his flirtations went a step further. It had become his custom to come in occasionally when I was alone in the office and kiss my neck in a very soft, slow way. I would then be left with spiraling fantasies and a small smile as I enjoyed the electric bolts rushing to my groin.

One day both my office mates were gone for the day, and Reg kissed the front of my throat. This alone made me smile and blush at his forwardness. Then he reached my right ear and said, You’re terrific. While I knew my eyes were open, I saw nothing but stars. His breath in my ear and the intimacy of the gesture, were all I could think about.

Things escalated until the day I found a scrap of paper with an Internet trail on it. I knew Reg used my computer to access the Internet, so he must have left it behind. The address led from bi femme dom to bondage to spanking. A coincidence or a question?

When I saw him later that morning, I asked him if it was a good site, then walked away, letting him wonder what I thought. Over the next few weeks, I made sure to ask probing questions and leave tantalizing hints. Finally, three days later, after a particularly long and amazingly erotic kiss to my neck, I looked straight into Reg’s brown eyes and asked him if he’d ever been spanked.

The guilty look on his face confirmed what I already knew. He fantasized about being spanked, and if he was like the other men I had read about, he just didn’t know how to go about asking for it. I told Reg he should come by my house if he was interested. I specified a time two days later and did a lot of fantasizing and planning in the meantime. I even visited my local adult toy store and got a few bondage things to try on him.

I was nervous, excited and even a little frightened when I heard the knock at the door. I wouldn’t just be opening the door to my boss. I would be opening a door to a new aspect of myself. I realized I had two choices. I could bolt like a startled deer in a speeding car’s headlights, claiming the invitation had only been a joke, or I could assert myself and take what I needed from this man while giving him what he wanted from me. The decision was quickly made.

If you’re not sure about this and want to leave, do it now, I said sternly. Otherwise take off all your clothes and put on this thong. Fasten this collar around your neck and put on these wrist cuffs. I’ll be in the bedroom down the hall to the left. You can still leave now, but once you come into that room don’t make a sound.

I went into the bedroom and took off my robe so that I only had on a pair of black patent leather heels and a flirty black nightie. I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, almost wishing he would leave so I could save myself from doing what I was shaking with desire to do. The room was scented with musky perfume and sensual music played from the stereo.

Reg walked into the room looking immensely embarrassed. I lasciviously devoured every inch of his body. His hair is very dark and wavy, cut short in front and much longer in the back. His jawline is strong and he has a mustache. His skin was tanned a medium mocha, not from a tanning bed but from weeks spent camping and boating. His build is slim and slightly muscular. The thong was soft, black leather and I already noticed a nice bulge beginning to grow.

But it was his beautiful eyes that I studied most deeply. They were medium brown shot through with gold and green. In them I saw desire, fear and humiliation all the qualities I had fantasized about in a slave.

Come take off my shoes and kiss my toes, I ordered.

To my surprise, he did so willingly. With the same warm caress he used on my neck, he kissed the upper arch of my feet while he stroked my calves. The technique he used to lick and suck each individual toe was worthy of some award. I could feel my pussy heating up. I struggled to find my voice and ordered him to stop. Stand up and put your hands behind your head.

I stood and pulled two tiger print scarves out of a drawer as if I were performing a magic trick. I moved behind Reg and tied one securely over his eyes. I used the other to bind his wrist cuffs together behind him and attach them to the ring on the back of the collar. This is it, I whispered in his ear. Are you sure this is what you want?

Oh, yes, was his hoarsely whispered reply.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He returned my kisses with wild passion. I pulled away and caught my breath. It took incredible discipline not to throw him on the floor and fuck him right away.

Continuing my tease, I slowly traced my hands up and down the sides of Reg’s chest, up to the muscles in his arms that were taut from being held in place in the restraints. I kissed his ears, licking inside each as I moved my way around him. I then grabbed a pair of nipple clamps from the bedside table. I firmly applied a clamp to one hardened nipple. I almost came when I heard the sigh of pain that escaped Reg’s lips. I immediately administered the same technique to his other nipple.

No longer able to contain myself, I moved to my knees and slowly pulled his thong higher into the crack of his ass. I breathed on the front of the thong so he would be sure to know how close his cock was to my mouth. Quickly, while Reg’s mind was on my mouth’s proximity, I administered three quick slaps to each asscheek. Just as quickly, I pulled the thong down to his thighs, freeing his cock directly in front of my face. A quick look over my shoulder confirmed that it was actually me there in the mirror, being a stern mistress to my boss!

I licked circles around the head of Reg’s glistening cock. Alternating strokes, slowly then quickly, I took just the head into my mouth and sucked hard. I followed this with several more licks around the head. Then I trailed my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. Occasionally, I took the whole length quickly down my throat then pulled it right back out. As soon as I noticed any movement in his hips, I corrected him with firm swats to his ass and told him not to move.

I stood up but continued playing with his cock. When I felt his pre come on my fingers, I raised them to Reg’s lips so he could lick them clean, slowly and tantalizingly sucking each of my fingers in turn. I released his left hand, telling him the only place it was to go was on his dick. Play with it, I ordered.

Watching a man masturbate is something I find incredibly sexy. While Reg stroked his cock, I moved around him, running my hands along his arms, his shoulders and his thighs.

I pummeled his ass with stinging spanks, each one making him twitch. When my arm grew tired, I pulled the flimsy silk of my nightie underneath my breasts, making it act as a bustier. I moved to Reg’s back and lightly rubbed my breasts against his back. Standing directly behind him, I looked at my slave in the full length mirror for several moments. Then I reached around and quickly released the nipple clamps from Reg’s chest.

Oh God, I’m going to come! He whispered hotly. Forgiving his breach of my no talking rule, I took one last lick of this cock, then swallowed the length. I could feel his lovely member become even thicker as I sucked it. Soon enough, Reg let out a small, sexy moan as his come filled my mouth.

Utterly spent from the event, Reg dropped to his knees. I removed his blindfold but not his restraints. The hunger and contentment in his eyes told me all I wanted to know. I knew he was hooked and would ask for permission to return.

God, you’re terrific, he whispered.

You were pretty incredible yourself, I said as I kissed him deeply, amazed to feel him getting hard again.

No, Mistress, he replied. You are incredible. I must be the luckiest man alive.

I smiled and impaled myself on Reg’s swollen cock, fucking him until all the tension and excitement of the last few days exploded into a cosmic orgasm.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)

My lover and I had always wondered about the thrills of kinky sex. Finally we decided to try some of the things we had read about in Variations. I must say, it is quite a turn on to have your lover lie across your lap, squirming and rubbing her pussy over the shaft of your cock as you paddle her!

Inge is one of those adventuresome creatures, and she never ceases to amaze me. If she reads a letter in Variations or sees an ad for a new toy, she just has to experiment. I will say I have been a very good sport. She has dressed me in her panties and thigh highs I’ve been spanked and forced to strip for her. I’ve worn a weight dangling from my balls, which she has set swinging (causing an awesome feeling!) and have been spanked for not licking her to orgasm fast enough. My mistress can be quite demanding.

On this one day, however, Inge ordered me to arrive at a specific hotel room at exactly five o’clock. The door was unlocked, so I went right in. On the table was a typed piece of paper that instructed me to stand in the middle of the room and slowly, very slowly, remove all of my clothes. I looked around to see if she was watching from some hiding place, but I didn t see her anywhere. I did as she asked until I was all the way to my underwear. It was a little disconcerting to see how my cock hardened in anticipation as I peeled off my briefs after all, I was standing there all by myself.

Following the next instruction, I opened the bag on the bed and pulled out a pair of her silk panties, black thigh high stockings, a silk bra and a silk teddy. I put all of the items on and then put my sport shirt, slacks and blazer on over them. Then, I sat as directed on the edge of the bed, waiting, staring down at the huge lump in my pants. The corduroy rubbing against the silk caused an unbelievable sensation. The silk bra rubbed my nipples and made them tingle. The teddy just rounded out my overall feeling of horniness, but where was Inge?

Every part of my body was aware of my sexuality. It would take no time at all for me to fuck her, even in this outfit. Suddenly the phone rang. It was Inge at last! She asked if I had followed her instructions, and when I said I had, she told me to meet her in the bar downstairs. As I walked down the hall, my cock got harder and harder, and in the elevator I felt certain people could see the naughtiness beneath my clothes.

I walked into the bar, which was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night, and sat down. The silk was rubbing against me and causing my cock to throb when I caught a glimpse of Inge. She looked sensational in a short black cocktail dress that showed off her magnificent figure. She was also wearing thigh high stockings just like mine, and a pair of high heels. I was not the only one who stared as she approached me. She ran her nails over my neck and told me to meet her at the car two doors down the street. I left, but she didn’t hurry, staying to order a drink from the bartender.

I leaned against the car and waited. I was so absorbed with wanting her that her arrival startled me. She ran her hands up and down the front of my pants and told me to get down on my knees in front of her. In the doorway of a closed bakery, I did as I was told, lifting her skirt to discover that she wasn t wearing panties. I licked her pussy and ran my hands over her legs, despite hearing voices from the street. I had no choice but to obey my mistress.

I also discovered that she had completely shaved her mound, which made me even hotter than before. Did I want to tease her or do my best and see what she had in mind? I opted for obedience and began seriously licking her clit as my cock forced its way past the panties and strained at the confines of the teddy. It seemed like only seconds before she was gripping my shoulders and thrusting her pussy against my face in a shuddering orgasm. I called her attention to the approaching pedestrians, but all she said was, Get in the car.

I opened the door, but she told me I was not to ride in this glorious night air all bundled up. I was to strip to my teddy and panties. It was dark, but I knew I could be seen in headlights. I moved too slowly for her, and she placed her cat o’ nine tails on the car seat telling me my ass would be whipped crimson if I didn’t obey.

I deftly removed my outer clothes and got in the car. She backed out of the parking space and I could feel the breeze through the open windows. The bottom of the teddy was pulled up into my asscrack and a large wet spot was forming where the tip of my bulge met the silk. Inge looked at it and suggested that she might be induced to unsnap the teddy so I could remove the panties and feel less restricted.

I started to reach for her, but she swerved off the road into a neighborhood park and undid the snap, leaving my cock standing straight up and out. I was desperate to fuck her right then and there, but she wanted me to beg for the privilege. She looked into my eyes and thrust her fingers into her pussy, then commanded me to lick her juices off her digits. By now my cock was swollen and aching for release.

Inge got out of the car and walked over to the playground slide. She sat down on the end of the slide and lay back in the moonlight, spreading her legs. Those gorgeous legs in their thigh highs drew me like a magnet, and I forgot the risk of discovery. I bolted out of the car to where she lay and plunged my cock into her, fighting the urge to come on contact.

Inge moaned and rubbed her hands up and down my chest, crushing the silk against my body. I could no longer control myself. I pulled down the top of her dress and exposed her rounded breasts and erect nipples to my lips. I pumped harder and harder into her cunt, and it was only moments before we both exploded in orgasm. I collapsed on top of her, panting.

Inge pulled herself together and smiled at me, saying, My, you are a mess. It looks like it’s time to take you home and put you to bed. Indeed it was. The excitement of the evening was almost overwhelming me with the urge to curl up in her arms and sleep, which I did the instant we hit the sheets, groggily sucking at her breast as I fell off the edge of the world.

I woke a few hours later and resumed sucking, pleased to hear Inge moan in her sleep state. I dozed again, idly wondering what she might have in store for me next.

Mr. George V., Cleveland, Ohio

Inside The Cavern, men and women cavorted in every conceivable stage of dress and undress. A broad chested man, his head completely shaved and his eyes obscured by mirrored sunglasses, strode about in leather chaps while a naked woman trailed behind him with her eyes downcast. Another man, sitting at a table with two beautiful women, wore a leather collar rather than a shirt his companions conversed with each other but said nothing to him.

My wife, Anna, and I had come to this club looking for the missing piece to the erotic puzzle of our life together. Even after ten years of sexual experimentation, we found ourselves longing for something different. While I think we each had ideas about what we were searching for, we hadn’t yet figured out exactly what it was. I was hoping that this voyeuristic expedition would give us the opportunity to discover our innermost desires. It would be no exaggeration to say that what transpired that evening changed our lives forever.

After paying the cover charge and entering the club, Anna and I parted ways to get a good look at our surroundings. I checked out the front room and then continued toward the back of the club. As I approached a doorway, I was irresistibly drawn to a cracking noise, which I guessed to be a whip, coming from the other side of the wall. Walking closer, the sound of the snapping leather became sharper and my cock jolted with each stroke. Soon I was near enough to hear the hiss and groan of the recipient. My face felt hot and the insistent thumping of my heart was competing with the sound of the lash. I stood in the doorway, heady with arousal and the musty smell of damp leather, barely able to believe the scene before me. A man who appeared to be about my age, forty, was being whipped by a petite woman.

The rhythm of it I was mesmerized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the black leather strap. I don’t know how long I watched them carrying out their scene of pleasure and pain. Minutes and seconds meant nothing just then. The world as I knew it had stopped time was measured only by her strokes. I was stunned. This was something I’d only imagined in my wildest fantasies, but I’d always envisioned myself as the one holding the whip. I was surprised at how aroused I was becoming by watching this scene.

The woman smiled as she once again drew her toned arm back to punish her slave’s trembling white buttocks with the sturdy strap. Her fleshy pink nipples poked through the cutout holes in her latex bodysuit. Her slave’s deep moans echoed throughout the cramped chamber and my cock swelled appreciably. As the puffy red welts rose on his pale backside, I began to lose all sense of who and where I was. My armpits and the hollow of my throat were bathed in sweat and my groin throbbed fiercely. I was close to unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard on when someone jostled my arm.

I turned around, my mouth agape and eyes wild, to find Anna standing there with a handsome couple. The woman’s petite body was swathed in a green kimono style robe, her long red hair done up in a silky braid. Her male companion, dressed simply in a polo shirt and khaki pants, towered above her. His straw colored mustache curled up in a smile, though he remained silent.

Richard, meet Simon and Camille, Anna said, casually raising her voice over the groans and gasps of the quivering submissive. My guilty pulse was hammering so loudly that I was sure all three of them could hear it. The sound almost deafened me when Camille unexpectedly moved closer, positioning her mouth near my ear.

Your wife and I have noticed how taken you are with Rebecca’s handiwork, she whispered, nodding toward the rubber clad brunette. This place isn’t what you need. Anna and I know what you need. Her hot breath tickled my ear as her words slithered through my body, lifting my hard cock higher in my pants. Her small breasts poked like twin knife points just below the blunt swell of my own nipples. Come away with us.

Before I could say anything, Anna took charge. Richard would be delighted to come along and play, she said. I was surprised and thrilled by the way her breath caught with excitement, her cheeks flushing red with anticipation.

Camille smiled and informed us that her car was waiting outside, and a few minutes later we were stepping into the back of a chauffeured limousine. The black tinted windows sealed out everything except the noise of the traffic as we headed off into the night. Disoriented, I perched on my seat and looked from Camille to Anna to Simon, unable to shake the feeling that I’d been spirited away to a dream world where even the most familiar people and situations would never again be what they seemed.

While I was content for the moment to just take it all in, Camille clearly had other ideas. Wordlessly, she eased herself back in the long plush seat until she was reclining. Then she reached down and undid the front of her kimono. Its silky folds dropped away to reveal a pale, creamy body, the sleek triangle between her legs trimmed to a sharp point. The vivid shade of the coarse hairs perfectly matched her pert, cinnamon colored nipples, which bobbed on her white ribs like wildflower petals on the froth of a stream. She raised her legs onto the edge of the seat, kicking off her stiletto heels.

Simon followed by removing his clothing, and then he moved toward his wife on his knees. Noticing my dazed expression, Camille’s upper lip curled like a moist red ribbon as she casually opened her legs to reveal her the engorged folds of her pussy. Simon, I think Richard is shy, she said. You’ll have to show him how a truly passionate man should behave in such circumstances.

Simon nodded, still not saying a word. It occurred to me that although Anna and I had seen every inch of his magnificent body, we had yet to hear his voice. I stared as he took Camille’s delicate foot in his hands and gingerly ran the tip of his tongue along the soft pads of her toes. She murmured encouragement as he slid his mouth along her calf, knee and thigh, then nestled his head in the shadowed triangle between her legs.

That’s delightful, she whispered huskily. Are you watching, Richard?

Yes, I managed to choke out. My cock expanded to painful proportions inside my damp, tightening jockey shorts while I watched, transfixed. Simon bathed his wife’s pussy with a tenderness and devotion I knew I’d never applied to Anna’s. He pointed his tongue and sailed the tip along the outer lips, the bristling hairs making a low rasping sound. Camille moaned, flexing her body and tilting her head back. In response, Simon thrust his face down harder, lifting and plunging his head against her cunt as he speared her again and again, fucking her with his tongue.

Camille came loudly and without restraint. Her hands flew to Simon’s sandy hair and raked his scalp while she wailed and arched her back. Her erect nipples flushed a dark pink and she raised them almost high enough to touch the ceiling of the car. Thrashing and twisting under Simon’s bobbing head, her taut thighs closed around his ears as she shuddered hard and then lay still. Only her chest still heaved with deep, satisfied breaths.

I sat frozen in my seat, my mouth hanging open with shock and desire. My lower body was aflame with need and my zipper threatened to burst from the pressure of my hard on. Though I could hardly believe what I’d seen, I found myself imagining the taste of her pussy juice on my tongue as the limo bounced to a stop. Camille sat up, pulling her kimono around herself.

Very nice, Simon, she said coolly, as if he had done nothing more than light a cigarette for her. Thank you.

Merely smiling in response, Simon reached for his clothes, crumpling them into a ball but making no effort to put them back on. Instead, he stepped out of the car with his reddening cock flapping against his leg and opened the door so that Anna, Camille and I could climb out. I looked around and saw that we had arrived at a fashionable brownstone at the end of a secluded cul de sac. The limo driver, apparently aware that his presence was no longer required, pulled away when Camille tapped on the window. A moment later, she was walking into the house in her kimono and heels, while Simon followed behind her, completely naked.

Upon entering, we found ourselves in a foyer that spoke of demure, educated inhabitants. A glass case ran the length of one wall, sporting a collection of rare volumes, while a forest of primeval looking ferns sprouted from huge marble urns standing sentry by a carpeted staircase. We gathered inside the front door, wordlessly awaiting our hostess’s next command. It wasn’t long in coming with a single glance of her brilliant eyes, Camille motioned for Simon to unbuckle my belt. He sprang to action at once, matter of factly opening my pants and yanking them down my legs while I remained rooted in place, somehow understanding that I was not to assist him.

When he moved away, I stood nude in front of the two women. Camille slid her fingers along my throbbing erection, idly stroking its length while her hot, fierce gaze bored into mine.

Shall I take you to my playroom, Richard? Camille asked, her voice husky and low. She gave my straining cock a squeeze as she spoke, and I felt my soul reaching out to her through the pulsing veins of my outstretched organ. I looked toward Anna, and she nodded.

Please, I whispered hoarsely, a few crystal droplets of pre come oozed onto her hand as the last shreds of resistance leaked from my body. Please, Camille, yes.

Then follow me, she commanded, licking her hand and turning on her spiked heels.

The four of us descended single file into the basement, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone steps. Simon paused to light a few enormous candles, and I glanced around in wonder as the amber glow surrounded us. Their cellar approximated a dungeon as closely as any urban space could. Coils of rope and braided strips of hide draped every accommodating surface. Even the necessary support beams connecting the floor to the bare ceiling had been fitted with cuffs and chains that dangled in dark, menacing knots.

While Simon, Anna and I watched, Camille reached into a basket on the floor and lifted out a handful of leather strips about a yard in length, the lower ends braided together. She ran them back and forth across her palm, chewing her lip thoughtfully. My pulse quickened with excitement as I thought back to the ritual beating I’d witnessed in the Cavern and imagined myself taking a place under Camille’s lash. Though a flood of saliva gathered in my mouth, my throat had never felt drier. I doubt I could have replied even if she had expected me to which clearly she did not.

Abruptly, on some silent cue I’d failed to notice, Simon whirled and grabbed me by the balls. A flush of sweat broke out across my shoulders as one of those well equipped support beams pressed against my spine. Simon lifted my arms above my head, and I felt the leather shackles snap shut around my sweat slicked wrists.

When I was securely bound in place, Camille took my cock in her hand again. She rolled it between her fingers as though she was inspecting a freshly prepared cigar, feeling the tension in my ruddy skin as it stretched tighter, gliding her nails along the prominent veins rising to the surface and pulsing desperately.

Sweat dripped down the bridge of my nose as I watched her pacing in front of me. Her steps were measured and cat like, and my spine vibrated each time her sharp heels came down on the gritty surface.

It’s curiously stimulating to give up control, isn’t it, Richard? In the club, before we met, Anna told me all about you not that I couldn’t discern it myself, the minute we interrupted your little stroke show in the Cavern. I felt the rush of air as she flicked her wrist and brought the straps sideways across my chest. They licked my flesh lightly, just enough to make my nipples swell and stand up. As if you could appreciate what that man up there felt for his mistress! You see, Richard, your problem is that you are arrogant, insensitive far more concerned with your own pleasure than with Anna’s.

The air sang again, the strap splashing me from the other direction this time. My senses were going wild I watched Camille as she cracked the whip, but I didn’t feel the stinging in my raised nipples until a moment after the lash had actually connected. The searing tingle raced along the network of sensitive nerves in my chest, turning quickly into pain like the bite of an adder. I grunted, too shocked to cry out.

From now on, she said, you will be expected to give pleasure first and gratify your own desires afterward. Only then will you be worthy of coming for me or for Anna. I had been so caught up with Camille and her attentions that I had practically forgotten about my wife who was a witness to all this. To speak to Anna would be worthy of punishment, I was certain, but I managed to steal a quick look. Her eyes were wide and she appeared to be enjoying the spectacle, glancing from Camille to me then back to Camille.

Anna sucked in her breath as Camille once again raised her arm, took aim at my helpless body and struck. The lash came down more brutally this time, blazing across my nipples. Anna looked concerned, and then a little smile appeared on her lips. Camille gave her a questioning glance, and she nodded.

Camille lashed out again, the tips of the laces searing my chest. Again I strangled back a cry as my cock swelled even more. Yes, yes, I wheezed, the control ebbing from my body. Let me serve you let me serve you both.

My surrender, however, inspired no mercy. Two, three, four times, the leather cut into my tender flesh, my torso pulling back from the blows even as I tried to steel myself and prepare for the next. Five. Six. Then, just as I was about to unleash a feral cry and release the flood of come that hammered from inside my sac, the blows ceased completely.

I sucked in my breath as Camille moved close enough for me to smell the heated fragrance of her pussy. Her hand slipped between our damp bodies, pushing the folds of the kimono to each side of my swollen balls. The raspy hairs of her cunt bristled against my scrotum as she parted her outer lips and eased my cockhead between them, wrapping one leg around the back of my knee for balance. She fit my cock between the lips of her pussy, then thrust forward so that I slithered a few inches inside her. She emitted a growl of satisfaction when the starkly defined groove of my cockhead caught on the rim of her fleshy pussy. I was caught halfway inside her my merciless domme refusing to push forward and skewer herself on my straining tool, and me not daring to press forward and slither into her smoldering tunnel.

Not just yet. I’m not going to let you come, she breathed in my ear, her fingers sliding upward to twist my bruised nipples. Not until you admit to Anna and to me that you have yet to earn it, and then show us both that you can.

Unexpectedly, the mention of Anna snapped me back to awareness. For some reason, the thought of my usually demur wife so close by, observing my uninhibited lust as well as my humiliation, turned me on more powerfully that anything I’d ever experienced before. Suddenly it seemed that I was really serving my wife as I yielded to Camille’s hot body, and every pulse of her pussy lips on my raw flesh aroused me more. My arms strained against the cuffs holding them above my head as I felt an ocean of come swell powerfully in my balls. I clenched my teeth to hold back, since that was what Camille and Anna demanded.

It’s true, I whispered, each word wrenched from my desire racked groin. I’ve never earned it from Anna, Mistress. But let me earn it now.

Suddenly, Camille’s wet sheath was sliding away down my length, leaving my quivering cock to bob free in the close, still air. A few tense moments passed before Camille spoke again.

You have a talent for servitude, as I suspected, Camille said, tossing away her whip and motioning Anna forward. Without waiting for a command, Anna began to peel off her clothes. The tight dress she’d worn to the club slid away easily and her dainty undergarments fluttered to the floor as well.

Though I had been captivated by Camille’s brash nudity in the car, my reaction was nothing compared to what engulfed me when I saw my wife standing there naked. The pale curve of her body made my chest constrict with lust.

Just to make sure you understand what’s expected of you now, I want you to watch and learn, Camille commanded. My body trembled all over as Simon, who had been watching patiently this whole time, knelt between Anna’s open legs and began to perform the same wonders on her pussy that he had on his own wife. As I was still manacled, I could only watch as his head bobbed up and down, his mustache glistening with her juices whenever he raised his head from between her quivering thighs. He stroked his tongue along that glistening crease, luxuriating in her arousal. I thought of that familiar flavor, and my tongue ached with the desire to share the exotic honey that dripped from between my wife’s legs.

In what seemed like half the time it usually takes me when I use my mouth on her, Anna was coming hard, apparently excited by Camille’s efforts on my defenseless body. When she finished, she sagged against Simon’s shoulders, pressing her juice streaked bush against the side of his flushed face.

My head began to spin as Camille stretched up to uncuff me. I fell to my knees in the dirt as she reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. She shoved my head forward roughly. Let’s see how well you have learned. He wants to please you now, Anna, and in doing so, please me. Isn’t that true, Richard?

I understand, I croaked. Though I addressed Camille, my eyes never left Anna’s radiant gaze. Eagerly, I leaned my face into my wife’s pussy, my lips pressing against the silky nest of hair between her legs. She was still hot from Simon’s ministrations, her pussy folds swollen with excitement. Knowing that she’d be sensitive, I mouthed her as tenderly as if I were playing an antique musical instrument, yet with passion brimming in every movement. I spread her outer lips with my thumbs as I moved my tongue steadily over her, nuzzling each crevice of her warm flesh, finally settling on her cunt. I fingered her labia lightly at first, praising her wetness and ruddy color in a voice gone husky with need.

Slowly, I began to lick gentle circles around her engorged petals. Despite the intensity of her previous orgasm, Anna moaned deeply, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down harder. Soon my whole mouth engulfed Anna’s dripping pussy, my nose burrowing down into the sensitive folds surrounding her clit. Grabbing my hair roughly, Anna thrashed her hips from side to side, positioning her legs so that her knees rested against my shoulders. Her hot clit blazed in my mouth, and I bore down on her steaming vulva with the desperation of a starving beast. My whole body shook as I dug my head down feverishly, lapping up her tangy juices.

In mere seconds, Anna’s knees began to quiver. Hot currents of energy rolled up her spine and down into her ankles as a bone numbing climax lashed out of her.

Please, Mistress, I mouthed into her tremor racked center, please come. She arched against me, crying out, as I slipped my arm under her buttocks and penetrated her rear entrance with my thumb. I stayed with her all the way as she exploded against me, shrieking and raking my flesh with her nails.

We collapsed together, with me still on my knees and Anna leaning against me. Drained, I turned my face into the slick refuge of her inner thighs, and slipped my hand from beneath her to replace it on her stomach, where I moved it in slow circles.

Did I please you, Anna? I asked quietly. She exhaled deeply. She sounded so satisfied, and it delighted me to think that I had been the cause of that. Do I really need to answer that?

I shook my head and kissed her cunt. How well she knew me, and I her.

We had almost forgotten about Mistress when Camille returned to hover above us. The lash tickled my chest as she dangled it over me. With her foot, she separated me from Anna and guided me onto my back on the floor. As I lay beneath her, I stroked her thigh reverently.

Your excellent service will now be rewarded, she said, reaching out to Anna and positioning her at my side. Camille guided Anna’s mouth onto my cock, sheathing its length. It had never felt bigger against her cheeks, nor more responsive to each swipe of her tongue. Then she sucked on me hard, shattering any reserve left in my throbbing groin.

At last I understood what others meant when they spoke of the power of servitude. For the first time, I felt a sense of complete release, as I was stripped and bound, not knowing what punishment would come next. My mind and body were, it seemed, united by the rigors of heightened sensation and indignity.

I came violently, jerking and twisting. Anna lifted her head and pumped my cock with her hand, positioning herself so that she could watch, too. Thick ropes of come burst from my cock in an arc that encompassed both women and drooled down my own heavy thighs. I cried out as I fell limp against the floor, breathing hard.

When I sat up again, the atmosphere in the basement had changed. Camille had dropped the whip and was helping Anna to her bare feet. I rose as well, balancing on shaky legs. As our hearts hammered in wild tandem, we clung together even after we were standing. Simon was looking at Camille, his cock red and hard once again, and I knew they were planning to spend the rest of the night pleasing each other . . . just as Anna and I were.

I am in your debt, Mistress, I murmured, and I meant it. Then I leaned down to enfold my wife the mistress I’d been searching for all along in my obedient arms.