“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I replied, straightening my posture and attempting a smile. “Forgive me, Madam.”
Feigning as much sincerity as I could muster, I began begging properly. “Please, Mistress, PLEASE can I have your big fat cock in my tight little asshole?”
“Your what?” Mistress Addy interrupted in surprise. “You and your Madam must still be working on your vocabulary. Allow me to educate you on your new anatomy.
“That little piece of flesh bobbing up and down in front of you isn’t a cock, it’s a clit. We established that earlier. Those tiny little mosquito bites on your chest aren’t “pecs”, they’re tits. You also have only two holes: a mouth and a pussy. I’m sure you can deduce which is which. Of course a real woman has three holes, so we’ll just add that to the growing list of your inferiorities. Now, which hole were you asking me to fill again?”
I paused, careful not to respond incorrectly again.
“My pussy, Mistress. Please stretch out my pussy with your big fat cock,” I begged.
“That’s better,” Mistress Addy replied. “You will use the proper vocabulary when referring to your anatomy going forward. Now, try again from the top. Beg your Madam and I to fuck you senseless.”
I had never been this vulnerable. My secrets were laid bare before a stranger; a stranger who just re-labeled my anatomy and exerted complete dominion over me. The defenselessness of my situation and the authority with which Mistress Addy spoke stirred a primal urge in me to submit myself to the two superior specimens towering over me as I knelt between you, inches from your rigid cocks. I was mad with desire, and I really did want to give my body over to both of you, whether that ended in orgasm for me or not. Perhaps I was finally adopting the proper mindset that you wanted for me from the start.
“PLEASE, Mistress. PLEASE, Madam,” I begged eagerly. “Please stretch out my pussy and feed my throat with your massive cocks. Fill up my holes up and fuck me HARD. PLEASE.”
“Gladly,” you said, nodding toward Mistress Addy with a mischievous smile.
I suddenly felt a hood placed over my head, and I saw nothing but darkness as I was pushed backwards, face-up onto the bed. One of you straddled my shoulders and secured the hood below my chin, while the other pushed my knees up toward my ears and squeezed cold lube onto my “pussy”.
I felt cool air on my lips as a zipper opened on the hood to expose my mouth, and a giant cock immediately probed its way to the back of my mouth, pushing more and more insistently until it made its way deep into my throat.
Just as the hilt of the cock in my mouth touched my lips, I felt another cock press against my asshole, struggling to enter. My ass was already accustomed to the largest dildo in your collection from all of our pegging sessions, so it had to be Mistress Addy’s giant pink phallus making its way slowly but surely past my tight sphincter. I did my best to relax and take in her thickness while my holes were ambushed from both sides with equal vigor.
The hood covering my ears muted my hearing, but I could still faintly make out the orders and obscenities you both were shouting at me.
“Open up for me, bitch!” The cock pressing at my ass finally popped in.
“You’re hungry for this cock, aren’t you, whore?!” I gagged and gasped for air as the cock in my mouth exited my throat just long enough for me to take in half a breath, before plunging back down again and again toward my esophagus.
“Deeper. I said DEEPER.” Mistress Addy drilled further into my bowels with every thrust, as my prostate screamed with need.
Then suddenly, in a coordinated motion, I was empty. Both of you pulled out of me at the exact same moment, leaving me coughing and sputtering with my asshole spasming on the bed.
What was probably only a minute felt like an eternity as I lay there wondering what was next. Finally, I heard Mistress Addy from across the room. “Wow, I’m shocked! He really didn’t touch himself! Congratulations – You passed the test, bitch.”
I still couldn’t see a thing, but I imagined that you were beaming with pride at my obedience.
A pair of hands reached under my back and flipped me over onto my stomach, signaling that the intermission was complete. Another set of hands grabbed my hips and lifted them up, spreading my knees apart. I started to get up on all fours, thinking that’s what you wanted, but I was quickly interrupted as you pressed my face forcefully down into the mattress.
“Ass up, face down, slut,” you ordered, as you grabbed both of my wrists and secured them behind my back with handcuffs.
I felt a tug at my leg as rope was wrapped around one knee, and then the other. They were secured in opposite directions, pulling my thighs apart and preventing me from closing my legs. The pattern was repeated on my ankles, pulling them even farther apart than my knees. Another rope was wrapped around my waist and secured to a hard point above the bed, rendering me unable to drop my hips toward the bed. A final rope was attached to my collar and tied to something below the bed so that I couldn’t lift my head. I was completely immobilized, with my ass in the air, my hands secured behind my back, and my legs spread wide apart.
**THWACK**
I lost my breath for a moment as a searing pain emerged from deep in my groin.
**THWACK**
The dark black landscape behind my hood turned to shots of yellow and red as I squeezed my eyes together, wincing in pain at what I now recognized as your leather riding crop striking my testicles again and again.
**THWACK, THWACK, THWACK**
I bucked my hips against the rope and squeezed my knees together, but the ropes held tight as I fruitlessly tried to avert your strikes.
“Let’s see if we can slap the cum out of these blue balls,” you quipped to Mistress Addy, continuing your relentless assault on my scrotum. You landed blow after blow with your crop squarely on my tender, heavy, aching balls, taunting me as my neglected cock bobbed up and down with every strike.
“I told you that you can cum any time now, slut! What’s stopping you? Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for? Why are you making this so difficult?” you jeered. “Make that swollen little clit squirt for me!”
“You know what I haven’t heard from our greedy little whore this whole time?” Mistress Addy complained. “A little fucking appreciation! This is hard work, you ungrateful little bitch!”
“Oh no, you’re right!” you exclaimed. “How embarrassing. Why don’t you teach her how to properly express gratitude while I try squeezing the cum out of her?” You wrapped your hand tightly around my balls and squeezed over and over again, taking occasional breaks to individually flick each testicle instead.
“Repeat after me,” Mistress Addy demanded as you continued using my testicles as a stress relief ball. “I’m sorry for being an ungrateful bitch.”
She slapped me in the face with her cock and shoved it to the back of my throat as soon as I started to speak, fucking my mouth as I attempted to obediently repeat her words.
“I-ghm so-y ghf bei- an ungragh- teful b-ch,” I sputtered.
“I’m grateful to my superiors for stretching my holes and fucking me properly.”
“I’m grat- ghto my supe-ors fgh ghretigh my hol- san fugh-ng me pr-ply.”
On and on it went, line after line, breath after breath.
Finally you gave up on my balls and laid down your riding crop. “Time to put the little piggy on the spit” you announced.
Mistress Addy kept up with her ministrations on my mouth as she continued with my lesson in gratitude. You positioned yourself behind me and took your turn at my ass, entering me and slamming into my ass cheeks with an audible **CLAP**.
“This is your last chance, you little cum slut,” you pronounced. “You’re going to cum with my big veiny cock railing your asshole and pounding your prostate, or you’re not going to cum at all.”
I was so close to experiencing a prostate orgasm that I started begging for permission to cum. You ignored my requests and responded instead by picking up the pace as you rammed me from behind. You and Mistress Addy synced up the rhythm of your trusts so that you entered me and exited me at the same time, driving each of your cocks deeper into my ass and throat as you played me like an accordion. But try as I might, I just couldn’t get over the edge.
“I guess she doesn’t want to cum,” Mistress Addy concluded.
“I guess you’re right,” you sighed. “Oh well, I don’t really care. Do you?”
“Not in the least.”
“Looks like she gave us a ton of pre-cum though,” you said.
Suddenly, the hood was removed from my head. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw Mistress Addy holding a shot glass full my pre-cum.
“Looks like someone’s thirsty,” she said as you loosened the rope on my collar and pulled my head back. Mistress Addy held my nose shut and pried my mouth open as she forced me to drink my stale, rancid juices.
“Good girls swallow,” you insisted as I gagged and sputtered. “Be a good girl.”
“That was a ton of pre-cum. She probably enjoyed that more than an actual orgasm, don’t you think?” Mistress Addy quipped.
“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “No wonder she didn’t want to cum.” You both laughed hysterically as I felt a cold ice pack touch my cock, the first direct contact it had felt for 40 days.
You waited until my erection fully subsided, then you put me in a new cage and locked it securely in place with a new lock. The new cage was pink and was much smaller and more confining than the last one.
“You’re probably wondering about your new hardware,” you said. “This cage and lock belong to Mistress Addy. I’m going to be loaning you out to her for a while so that she can provide you with some specialized training. You will obey her as if her orders are coming from me, and her words will carry my authority until you’re back under my care. Do you understand, princess?”
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