“Mistress Kim, do you mind if we use Charlotte for another demonstration as Dean has taken a shine to Melody and I am not sure if he is ready to relinquish her yet.”
The entire room looked to the reclining chair where Melody was riding Dean reverse cowgirl as Dean smacked her ass with one hand and groped her big beautiful breasts with the other. The blond had been in his clutches the entire evening, but seemed to be enjoying the attention of a man as opposed to her Mistress.
“Well, they do have some chemistry already and it is only proper if Charlotte repays the favor.”
“Mmmmmmm, I was thinking more of showing off more of Scott’s talents if you do not mind.”
“It is your party and your house, by all means, I would love to see more of your slave’s gifts,” Kim said with a snicker and lust in her eyes.
With that, Joan again whispered in Scott’s ear. He stood up in front of a kneeling Charlotte and placed his semi-rigid cock to her lips. Charlotte opened her mouth and began sucking him, bobbing up and down on the head while stroking his shaft with her hand. Scott was certainly a grower and not a shower, as his cock began to fill her mouth, the girth causing a bit of a problem as Charlotte took it as a personal challenge to manage his entire cock down her throat. Once fully hard, Scott withdrew, kneeled down and kissed her passionately, not as if she was a slave, but as if she was a woman. Charlotte melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck relishing the warmth and depth of feeling. Breaking off the kiss, Scott circled Charlotte, kneeled behind her, and rubbed his cock up and down her slit. Charlotte shuddered at the feel of his cock on her lips, and then momentarily froze as she felt the thick head push against her folds. Scott pushed his head in and then back out, entering a little more with each gentle nudge. With each further intrusion, the slave girl weakened a bit more, feeling his girth stretch her sides, gripping his cock as he slowly took her, gently and firmly. As the entirety of his cock was in her, he paused and pulsed his cock deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Moments later, he began to pump into her, removing about half of his cock but keeping at least four inches inside, keeping her full, filling her up, but rubbing her g-spot. As he felt her passion intensify, Scott placed both hands on her hips and began a full thrusting assault on her pussy. Charlotte began to cum immediately, panting, moaning, and cumming on the excellent cock that was owning her pussy. Scott relished the power of making a woman cum, of owning her pussy, of manipulating her body. He continued to pound the slave girl as she approached another giant orgasm that just continued into multiple orgasms, ending with her collapsing forward on the floor. Scott stopped but stayed deep inside of her, noticing the wanton looks of the women in the room, both Mistresses and slaves. Scott smiled inside, but kept a stone faced exterior. As Charlotte’s breathing normalized, Scott looked toward his Owner. Joan smiled with a glint of pride in her eyes.
“Continue my pet, but you do not have permission to cum.”
With that, Scott turned Charlotte over on her back, placed her legs up over his shoulders and began a new assault on the flowing pussy in front of him. Scott fucked Charlotte to six or more orgasms in a variety of positions, never cumming himself and certainly with a newfound pride. He had (semi) controlled a situation, manipulated a partner, and brought an immense amount of pleasure to her. As Charlotte gathered herself, Mistress Kim summoned her and she knelt on the ground next to Kim, as her Mistress stroked her head, reassuring her that she was pleased with Charlotte’s performance. Scott remained kneeling in the middle of the room. All eyes were on Joan as she addressed her guests again.
“Now, there is one final demonstration that I have for all of you tonight. Usually, my pet is extremely disciplined and detail oriented, as you witnessed in how he attended to slave Charlotte. But, today, he overlooked an integral part of his required daily wear. You see, my stud, Dean claimed our slave’s virgin asshole today and marked his territory.”
What little pride and self confidence Scott had gained was erased with Joan’s public announcement of his deflowering. Although kneeling obediently, Scott’s eyes glazed over, his head became numb, and the adrenalin that had been pumping through his body evaporated instantaneously. With one simple statement, Joan had relegated him to his less than human position of servant, of obedient slave, of owned property.
“For this indiscretion, he will be punished. Since he has already received one beating today from Dean for another indiscreet episode, I will be a bit lenient and administer twenty blows with the cane. If any of you ladies would like to help administer his punishment, then please feel free to step up, although you may have a soft spot for his most gifted tongue. But, a slave must just do, not think, and he failed to do so. So, if anyone else would like to join me, then we will add five more blows for each participant.”
Each Mistress volunteered which would add more than double the punishment and then Mistress Kim asked if slaves could also participate.
“I do not see why not as my pet realizes that he is the low man on the totem pole and of course the only male slave here at the moment. So he is certainly outnumbered.”
With that, Charlotte raised her hand and also volunteered to administer five strokes. Scott was instructed to again lean over the ottoman and spread his legs. Joan administered the first fifteen blows with an extreme intensity, as if there was a greater annoyance on her mind than just a missing anal plug. Scott winced from blow one to the fifteenth, never screaming out, but certainly groaning deeply. Joan then knelt down next to her slave and stroked his hair and whispered to him as each woman had her turn.
“This is what you wanted, my pet, isn’t it? It is probably more than you bargained for, but you have never used your safe word and I love you for that. You could still be just my lover, fucking me, using my body, filling me up with your cock, but you chose to serve. Now you are becoming a proper sub, sacrificing for your Mistress, taking the pain, and doing what it takes to please me. Your servitude has been extraordinary and each time you learn more and more. Whatever happens, please know that I do adore you.”
Joan continued to stroke Scott’s cheek as he gazed at her through tear blurred eyes. Each Mistress took her shots, some as hard as, but not harder than Joan, until Kim. Kim started at the small of Scott’s back, then each ass cheek, and then the final two blows landed on his inner thighs. The blows were extreme and the hardest of the night, but Scott relished each blow from the beautiful Asian Mistress. There was something electric in them, and even though his ass was thoroughly pummeled, her blows were measured, defined, and with purpose. Finally, Joan took the two inch wooden dowel and administered the final five blows, knowing that they may be the last she ever places on Scott.
Kim directed Charlotte to provide some aftercare to Scott as he was pretty torn up. She took him into a spare bedroom, guided him face down on the bed, and then cleaned his lower back, ass cheeks, and quads with a washcloth. After, she applied some arnica oil to soothe the blows, kissed the back of his neck, and left him alone on the bed to recover.
About a half hour later, Joan came into the room and roused Scott out of his semi-conscious state. She led him back to the main living room area where some were chatting, some were engaged in some form of bondage, punishment or sexual activity. Scott was instructed to go back to serving drinks and help with clearing the used plates, glasses, and utensils. As the time neared 2 a.m., all had left except for Kim, Melody, and Charlotte. Tired, beaten, and quite overwhelmed, Scott was eagerly anticipating their departure.
“Pet, there is one more thing for you tonight. Dean has taken quite a fancy to Melody, and I have not explored her yet. Mistress Kim has taken a keen interest in you, so we are swapping slaves until Monday morning. Melody will remain with us and you will accompany Kim to her place. Take your bag with you, as you may go home once Kim releases you. Is that understood?”
Scott stared at his Owner, then looked to Kim, who had a wide smile on her face and the look of a Tigress ready to pounce. He bowed his head, stating “Yes, Mistress” and kneeled. Joan ceremoniously handed Kim the leash and then whispered in Melody’s ear. The shapely blond crawled to the end of the hallway, knocked on the door, and was greeted by Dean and his hard cock. He simply fisted her hair in the back of the head, looking down the hallway with a smile, and pulled the young sub into Joan’s bedroom.
“Pet, you are now at the sole disposal and discretion of Mistress Kim and you are to follow her instructions as if they were mine.”
Scott only nodded, confused, tired, and unsure of what was next.
“His safe word is Cantaloupe, but he has never used it. By the way, what is Melody’s?”
“Pickles,” the beautiful Asian Dom stated and both women laughed together, eager to explore their new toys.
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