A Surprise in the Massage Parlour

Literotic asexstories – A Surprise in the Massage Parlour by MarkTass,MarkTass
A surprise in the massage parlour.

Pete Davis decided to celebrate his very first paycheque from his very first proper job in the City. He went home to his apartment after work and showered and changed into more casual clothes than his suit and tie and set out into the streets of London. He had heard about a new massage salon which had opened up not far from where he lived and heard rumour that it was the type of place a fellow would leave with a smile on his face. This was exactly what he was looking for this Friday evening, having never really had a girlfriend before his move to the big city and he hadn’t found anyone new in the first few weeks of his new life.

Just twenty-one years old, not hugely experienced in life and rather shy, he had never been to a massage parlour before and was a little nervous. For no good reason that he could think of, he had shaved off his pubic hair the night before. That was a first, and he rather enjoyed the clean feel to it. He wasn’t sure what to expect at a massage parlour but certainly didn’t want to make a fool of himself by not being able to develop a hard on if the occasion demanded, so he decided it would be a great idea to take a ‘little blue pill’ along with him, just in case.

Ten minutes later, he found the establishment he was looking for; Jasmine Massage, the sign above the door announced. Special and Unusual Thai Massage, it added in much smaller letters. He grunted self-consciously as he tried the door and found it locked. A notice on the door advised ‘Ring the bell’ which he only now noticed. He pressed the button with the arrow pointing to it and heard a muffled ring from within.

He waited a minute to no response and pressed it again. Again the bell rang behind the door and through the patterned glass he saw a shape approaching. The door opened half way and a face peered round the side of the door.

“We are closing soon.” The face spoke to him. “We aren’t taking any new customers this evening.” it continued. Pete was devastated. He had been building up to this all week, even to the point of refraining from masturbating for the past four days. At twenty-one, that was a lot of built up tension.

He wasn’t able to make out much of the person behind the door, but Pete wasn’t so easily put off.

“Please let me come in.” he pleaded. “I’ve been told this is the best place in the whole city and I really would like a massage tonight. I don’t mind paying a bit extra if I’m keeping you late.” He added.

The door opened a little wider and he could see the girl more clearly. My god, he thought, she’s gorgeous. She was. Definitely oriental, with jet black hair hanging down to her shoulders and a fringe straight cut across her forehead. Almost as tall as Pete and dressed in a white blouse and a short white pleated skirt and ankle boots, she looked like the epitome of so many of the video clips Pete had found recently on the internet.

“Please?” he repeated. “I would be so grateful.” He looked at her imploringly.

“Really? You will pay extra for a late massage?” the girl asked for confirmation in rather a demanding voice.

“Yes. Please let me in. It’s embarrassing standing here in the street.” Pete was beginning to perspire with his anticipation of what he was looking forward to and the possibility that it may not happen tonight.

“Hmm. Okay then. You can come in.” and the girl opened the door sufficiently for Pete to slide in. She closed the door firmly behind him and locked it with a bolt.

“We have to be careful with security here.” she explained, “Lots of crazy people around. Are you okay with that, me bolting the door shut behind you?” she looked at him with alluring eyes, deep pools of promise, he reckoned.

“Yes, of course. That’s fine. It’s good to know we are safe in here.” Pete replied.

“Now you can only leave if I allow you to!” the girl said half jokingly. “You are a new client here, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I am. I’m not really sure what to expect.” He replied honestly.

“Come with me.” He was told, and the girl led him through into another room which seemed to him more like the reception area he was expecting. A second girl was seated at a counter and looked at him seductively. She too looked like she came from the orient, with a very pretty face and a charming smile. She stood and welcomed Pete. He couldn’t help looking up at her as she towered above his five foot seven frame. She must have been a good three inches taller than Pete.

“What is your name, and what would you like us do for you?” she asked in a low tone, husky and, to Pete, very sexy. He was admiring the fact that the top three buttons on her blouse were undone and he could see very promising cleavage in the space between. And no bra. Her nipples were poking at the material, large and stiff. Pete gulped in embarrassment and desire, blushing redly at the obvious stare he was giving them.

She may be a big girl, but she’s beautifully put together, he thought to himself. His thoughts and his voice weren’t working in concord. He tried to speak but produced a squeak instead.

“Hi. I’m Pete. I was hoping to get a massage. I’m sorry I got here so late.” He looked beggingly at the tall receptionist. “I’ve already told your friend here that I’ll pay extra if you’ll take me in.”

The receptionist looked over at her colleague and smiled knowingly. This was not the first foolish young man to enter their portals ignorant of the consequences.

“Well, hello Pete. Lovely to meet you, and to hear your request, but, if you want to pay extra, I imagine that you will wish to receive something extra. Would I be right?” asked the tall receptionist. “And if we are willing to provide you with that something extra, are you sure that you really want it?” she smiled enigmatically at Pete.

Pete by now was becoming rather confused, and somewhat beguiled by this strange pair, but the shortness of the first one’s skirt, and the cleavage of the second one were, between them, encouraging him to go along with his intention of having a lovely massage with a happy ending. All this clever talk obviously was their way of scoring a few extra pounds off him. Fine! He’d just been paid. This was just negotiating.

“Yes. Absolutely. I would be very pleased if you would accept me as your customer, late as I am. I will happily pay you more than the going rate, and I would be very happy if you provide me with whatever special services you offer.”

The two girls exchanged glances and the shorter one took over the dialogue.

“Very well, Pete. We will let you stay for a massage. Because it is after hours, the fee is doubled for a one-hour massage. First of all, you may choose which of us will provide you with our special service. That is what you want, isn’t it? The full special treatment? Make your choice now.” It came more as a command, and Pete felt the pressure to respond quickly.

Obviously, the parlour was empty of other customers and these were the last of the staff, here to close up. Secondly, he was going to get what he had been dreaming of for the past many nights, and thirdly, these nice girls were letting him decide which of them he would rather have stroking her hands and fingers all over his body. The conversation had left him in no doubt that at the very least, he would be getting a hand job, and hopefully more. His cock tightened inside his clothing.

The tall one looked a little imposing to Pete. The kind of girl he might not want to chat up if he saw her in a bar, but the smaller one, oh, yes, she’s lovely. Nice legs below the skirt; what looks like a nice ass under it, and a fair pair of boobs inside the blouse. Facially, cuter than the pretty tall girl, and there was a strength in her manner and her look which appealed to him.

“May I know your names?” Pete asked.

The short one answered for him. “You can call me Toy, and my friend is Ming.” Her voice was also huskier than Pete remembered from the door and he reckoned these two were getting as horny as he was.

“Thank you, Toy. I would be very pleased if you would like to give me my massage.” He had made his decision.

Toy clapped her hands in glee. “The second thing you may choose is the costume you would like me to wear. I can dress as a nurse, a school teacher, a business woman or a dominatrix. You can choose the one you like most and I will play that part for you. But, lucky you, as you are paying extra, you may get an extra bonus if you behave well.”

Pete thought about that for a while. Extra bonus? Wow! Yes, please! But… Business woman? No. not so sexy. School teacher? Probably make me speak French or something silly. No. Dominatrix? Oh my god – S&M, bondage in ropes and canes? Interesting. I’ve thought about that sometimes. Why is my dick suddenly getting harder? It is too! Oh oh, hand in pocket to conceal that. Nurse? That sounds much the best for a massage.

“You mean you really act out the role of the costume I choose?” That must be the special service they mentioned.

“Oh, yes, Pete. That’s right. We cater to many tastes here and are very good at what we do. I’d better advise you that we sometimes change roles mid-massage if the situation arises, so to speak.” Ming explained to him, holding his eye challengingly.

I bet she makes a mean dominatrix, he thought to himself, and Toy might too, but she is so cute, I’d like to see her in a nurse’s outfit. His dick hardened a little more as these thoughts went through his mind.

“I’d love you to play the nurse, Toy, if that’s okay.” He said.

“Of course, Pete. Now, let’s go to the room.”

He was led further into the premises by both masseuses and into a cubicle, much larger than he had expected, with a sizeable massage table in the centre of the room. It was like nothing Pete had ever seen or imagined in his life. It looked very sturdy with solid legs on wheels and various handles protruding from the sides. Pete guessed they would be to adjust the height of the table for the comfort of both client and the masseuse. There was a semi-circular hole at one end, presumably for the client to place his, or her, face, padded with soft leather. Half way down, the table separated into two other parts and in the centre a circular cut out about one foot across, half on the ‘torso’ end of the table and half at the top of the two ‘legs’, as Pete described it to himself.

Now Pete worked out that the handles would turn to crank the table to fit whoever was on it, accommodating the height of the person lying there. And the hole in the centre? That must be for the dick to hang through so it doesn’t get squashed when you’re lying there he assumed. Handy!

On the walls were paintings and posters of various erotic scenes and women dressed in various costumes. A very smart woman in a business suit, looking sternly into the lens. A lady in front of a blackboard, wearing a gown, a mortar board and again a stern expression. She was pointing at the blackboard where the words ‘six of the best’ were written. Another picture, a lady in shiny black PVC wielding a cane. She looked remarkably like Ming. And one more, a girl who looked rather like Toy, dressed in nurse’s uniform, holding a thermometer.

Pete registered the pictures and recognised that in each of them, the women were all very attractive and appeared to be very much in charge. He gulped a bit, but put it down to nerves and inexperience. Did he want to go ahead with this? Of course he did.

“You will remove your clothes here in this room, Pete, and leave them and your belongings here in this box while you go for a shower. The shower room is down the corridor, about twenty yards to the left, and towels are provided there. I will return in five minutes and I expect to find you showered, dried and lying face down on the massage table in front of you. You will place the towel over yourself to preserve my modesty.” Toy gave the instructions and she and Ming left the room.

Pete did as he was told, stripped and folded his clothes neatly in the conveniently placed box near the massage table. He slipped the ‘little blue pill’ from his trouser pocket and put it in his mouth, gathering enough saliva to swallow it. Now, naked, he opened the door to go to the shower room. Ming was standing in the corridor opposite him.

She smiled when she saw his hand quickly try to cover his half-hard cock and gestured down the corridor to the shower room. Naked, Pete continued to cover his embarrassment with one hand as he walked past Ming to the shower room. Ming watched with an enigmatic smile on her face, without comment.

Pete’s mind was in turmoil. The thrill he had just had, getting caught naked by that lovely girl, and the embarrassment of her detecting his hardening cock was deeply humiliating, but somehow as he thought about that his erection came to full strength. This is new, he thought. Am I enjoying this feeling of being a naughty boy? Yes, I am.

A quick rinse was less than he needed. He turned the water to cold, hoping his erection would subside. It did a little, but as he looked around for the towel, he couldn’t find one. He opened the door and peeped out. Nobody there, but he spied a towel on a small side table beside his room. They must have realised their mistake and put one there for him while he was showering. Still he had to walk up the corridor naked to get to it.

Once again, hand over his semi-erection, he walked to his room. He picked up the towel opened the door and went in. Ming was there, wiping down the surface of the massage table with a damp cloth. She looked up as Pete entered the room, carrying the towel in front of him. He was still dripping wet and needed to use it.

“Oh, there you are Pete. You enjoyed your shower it seems. Time is ticking, Pete! Toy said five minutes and she meant it. She wants you dry and lying on the table with that towel covering your butt.” She stood watching him, as if she intended to stay.

“Dry yourself, Pete, while I finish preparing the room for you.” A slightly harsh tone. Pete remembered he was keeping these two girls late and felt he had little choice but to obey. He unfolded the towel, alarmed at how small it was, and turning his back to Ming raised it to dry his hair. He was so flustered, he didn’t notice the large full length mirror. He would have seen Ming regarding him with a triumphant smile on her face as she watched his cock slowly growing.

Very conscious of his nakedness, Pete became even more alarmed that the motion of rubbing his head caused his dick to waggle back and forth. Damn, the pill is kicking in already! He rubbed himself all over, the towel so small it was almost completely damp itself when he was done and turned to the table. He was almost fully erect.

“Quickly, now, Pete. Give me your towel and get up there while I fetch you a dry one!” Ming encouraged him.

Embarrassed, he handed her the towel and climbed up onto the massage table hoping she wouldn’t notice his raging cock. She took his towel, and the box containing his belongings and left the room.

It was easy enough to guess where to place head and feet. Having done that, interestingly to Pete, his head projected beyond the end of the table. Weird, he thought. Pete laid out on the table, arranging his face to peer through the padded space, where it was well supported and perfectly comfortable. He wondered where to place his arms. He laid them straight beside him, hands beside hips.

Right then, the door opened and Toy entered. Pete looked over his shoulder at her. She was wearing a short white skirt, white shoes and a white nurse’s jacket. Her smile lit up the room and Pete smiled back at her.

“Well, hello Nursie!” he said.

“And hello to you too, Patient Pete.” She replied. “Doctor Ming has asked me to check you over. She tells me your body needs rubbing, everywhere.” She mouthed seductively.

“Oh, lord yes! That sounds good.” Pete whispered.

“But Pete, I distinctly remember telling you to put your towel over yourself to protect my modesty. I see you have disobeyed me. That is a black mark against you, Pete.” She said it quietly, but he felt she meant it. He was angry with himself for disappointing her.

Ming returned with a new towel and laid it over Pete’s bottom. “There, that’s more polite, isn’t it, Pete? Or do you like being naked in front of your nurse, is that it?” she spoke tauntingly and Pete felt his cheeks burn with humiliation.

“I’m very sorry, Toy. I spent too long in the shower and didn’t leave enough time to get ready for you. The towel was wet and Ming offered to bring me a new one.”

“Well, this nurse doesn’t like excuses, so your black mark remains! And you haven’t apologised to Ming, so you get another one! She told me you exposed yourself to her and it looked like you were getting an erection!” her voice was getting huskier and Pete’s cock was throbbing. Here he was, naked in a room with two beautiful girls, waiting for some kind of sexual services from one, if not both of them.

“You may have noticed Ming taking your clothes out of the room. We have lockers to keep everything safe. She has put your box into one of the lockers for you.”

“Thank you, Ming.” Was all he could think to say.

“But now it’s time for me to follow Doctor Ming’s order to rub you all over. How does that sound?” Her voice was sultry and Pete was enthralled. He didn’t give a second thought to the fact that he had lost his clothes to this sexy godess.

“Should I put my face in the hole here?”

“Oh yes. That’s exactly where you should put it.” Pete complied and was interested now to see a mirror directly below his face. It was not reflecting back at him, but further down the underneath of the massage table. There sticking through the second hole, about halfway along the length of the table, was his cock. It was pointing at the mirror. The blue pill was kicking in without any need for physical stimulation.

Ming excused herself, saying she was going to change her clothes. Pete guessed she was keen to go home.

Toy smoothed oil over his back and her hands began their work. She massaged his arms and returned to his back and shoulders, reaching down after some ten minutes to the towel resting over Pete’s lower back and buttocks. She pushed it further down, revealing the top half of his ass and smoothed oil over it. He could feel her fingers pressing into the top of his ass crack and slipping downwards. His cock jerked into greater action, helped now by the double stimulus of fingers and medicine. As he gazed into the mirror, Pete saw his erection growing downwards into the hole in the table so cleverly designed for this very purpose.

Toy, meanwhile, was moving her attentions to Pete’s legs and although she started with his feet, ankles and calves, she quickly began to focus on the back of his thighs, running her oiled hands up the inner thighs, occasionally catching Pete’s scrotum with her fingernails.

Naturally, this enhanced his erection and soon enough, his cock was as hard as an iron bar again and he could almost feel his balls producing the semen. Pete adjusted his position a little, spreading his legs to allow better access for Toy’s fingers. She was standing beside him, to his left and he lifted his hand to reach for Toy’s ass. His fingers brushed under her skirt and touched her skin.

Immediately, Toy stopped her ministrations and stepped back.

“No touching without permission, Pete.” She admonished him. He apologised quickly, but she continued, “We get this a lot, Pete. Just because we are touching you and you are getting excited, does not mean that we want to be touched ourselves. This is quite unacceptable. You can leave here right now – the massage is over!” he was crestfallen. But then Toy added, almost thoughtfully “Or, if you really want to stay, you will allow me to restrain your hands.”

Restrain his hands? How? What with? But Pete didn’t want to leave now. His cock wouldn’t let him, thumping away under the table in full erection.

“I’m sorry, Toy. I won’t do it again. I promise. It was completely wrong of me. But I really don’t want to leave, so okay, you can restrain my hands.”

“Good decision, Pete.” Toy reached under the table and withdrew a wide Velcro cuff that he hadn’t seen hanging there. She wrapped it around Pete’s wrist and secured it shut. He couldn’t see what she was doing, facing away from her as he was, but he felt a tug on his wrist and heard a clicking sound. She was tightening the restraining cords. His arm was at full stretch down by his hip, and when he tried to move it, he couldn’t.

“The cuff is attached to a chain, Pete. You won’t be able to grab me again.” She told him as she stepped round the table to his right side and performed the same action on his right wrist.

“There, now you are secure. Try to raise your arms.” She told him. He tried, and failed. I can’t move, he thought. He tried to raise his chest from the table but it was too difficult in this position with his arms immobilised by his side. He lay back down, returned his head to the padded supports and faced down, looking once again at the mirror. He could see his hard cock pounding, and dribbling, a string of pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

This is pretty exciting, he thought to himself. I’m at her mercy now. There’s no way I can get out of these cuffs without her help.

The towel was still draped across his buttocks though which gave Pete some small token sense of maintaining control. He was at least covered a little bit and she hadn’t seen his hard cock – yet.

Just as he was thinking that, Toy removed the towel. “We won’t be needing that any more,” she said. “and, I think you deserve another black mark for trying to touch my bottom, Pete, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure what a black mark means, Toy. You seem to be awarding these things when I do something wrong.” He wondered if he scored enough of them, maybe she would stop the massage and chuck him out.

“That’s right, Pete. You do something bad, I award you a black mark.”

“Well, there’s no doubt that I did something bad, so fair enough. You should give me a black mark.”

“Good! You’re getting the idea now!” Toy’s voice changed a little, grew deeper and a bit more threatening. “I don’t mind how many you earn, by the way. It’s fun awarding them to you!”

Pete couldn’t make sense of what she was saying. Black marks for doing something bad, except what was the first one for? Ah! Being naked instead of covered with the towel. Okay, but what’s the point in awarding black marks if there is no penalty? She restrained my wrists and hands for touching her, and also added a black mark. Oh well, I’ll find out I guess.

Now Toy completed her oiling by rubbing the remainder into Pete’s buttocks, whispering into his ear that he was a very naughty boy and what a beautiful ass he had.

Pete’s cock was throbbing and his concentration wasn’t all it should have been when Toy murmured that it was time to take his temperature. “Doctor Ming asked me to check your temperature, Patient Pete, so I am going to do that now. Okay?” she asked him.

“Oh, yes, please, Toy. That would be great.” Pete’s mindless response.

She went to the foot of the table and began to turn one of the handles. Pete felt his legs begin to part as the lower section of the table, the ‘legs’, separated. Pete felt Toy’s hands on his ankles and heard the sound of Velcro again. Before he knew it, she had strapped his ankles to the sides of the table, held by more Velcro cuffs and their connecting chains.

“This is just to keep you safe, Pete.” She explained. We don’t want you slipping off the table, do we?” she added as she resumed turning the handle until Pete’s legs were spread wide apart. Most of his body was supported by the table, but now his cock was clearly visible, hanging through what was now a semi-circle of empty space. From her angle, Toy could see Pete’s anus and scrotum, tightly drawing his balls up, and the cock pointing away from her. Still as hard as ever.

Toy smiled triumphantly. Pete was exactly where she wanted him. Naked, bound and spread open. She was exposing him completely.

Curiously, Pete was also exactly where he wanted to be. He had never been good with girls and almost always, in his limited experiments, allowed the girl to take the lead. He was certainly letting Toy take charge this evening and his mild nature was perfectly happy to do so.

“I’m going to give you a digital check, Pete. Are you ready?” she murmured huskily into his ear. Pete was delirious. He didn’t know or care what she meant.

“Yes, of course, please. Do whatever you like.” He gasped.

With a few extra drops of the massage oil, Toy massaged the cleft of Pete’s ass and slid her hands all over his smooth buttocks. She was pleased to see that he wasn’t hairy there. As he raised his hips to accept the massage, she slid her fingers all along the cleft of his ass, teasingly brushing his anus in passing. She reached up and took his balls into her hand, giving them a gentle tug and squeeze. Pete moaned. Again and again she brushed her fingertips over his anus, lingering there to probe at it with her forefinger.

He arched his back and gasped. “Ohh, yes. That’s lovely, Toy!”

“Are you ready, Pete? Do you want this? Do you want me to invade your anus, Pete? Beg me to do it to you.”

Pete was in seventh heaven. “Yes, Toy. Please put it in. Please put it up my ass.” His cock was thumping, his heart beating and sweat was pouring.

“Right, well it isn’t right for a nurse to perform certain duties without her doctor supervising. Don’t go away, Pete. I am going to fetch Doctor Ming so she can watch me doing this procedure.”

Pete was horrified. Coming back to earth with a crash, he suddenly realised his predicament. Here he was, naked and bound to a table, with his legs spread wide apart, totally exposed and at the mercy of this lovely-looking girl. She had taken away his clothes, he knew not where, and he was alone in this place with just the two members of staff. And, he remembered, the front door was bolted. Oh, god, what are they going to do with me. What a fool. They even asked me to approve of everything they have done so far, and I asked them to do it. I just asked Toy to finger fuck my ass. His cock deflated a little as he waited in silence for the next play in this game of theirs.

He didn’t have too long to wait. The door opened and he strained to look over his shoulder. Doctor Ming made it easier for him by walking to the head of the table. She was dressed differently now. Gone were the skirt and blouse. In their place, glistening black PVC thigh boots, a very short black leather mini skirt and a black leather, studded bolero top, open at the front to reveal magnificent breasts, the nipples concealed by the material. She also wore a black leather cap to complete the display. The dominatrix from the photo on the wall.

Pete was appalled to discover his penis hardening again as he gazed at this sight before him.

“Well, Petey boy. Nurse Toy tells me you begged her to penetrate your anus. Requests like that cannot be taken back, you know! Do you still want her to do that to you, Pete, because she asked me to come and watch as she does it.?”

Quandry! Major predicament! What do I say to her. Oh, lord, my cock’s getting harder. Do I really want to go through with this? She just said I can’t retract it. Jeez, my cock is throbbing.

“Should I call you Doctor Ming? You look more like Mistress Ming in that outfit.” Cheeky!

“Yes, Petey boy. I rather think you should call me Mistress Ming now.” Turning to Toy, who was still out of sight, Ming asked, “Do you think he is ready for the first part of his treatment, Toy?”

Toy reached under the table and took Pete’s erection in her hand. “He’s as hard as ever. I think he wants this, Mistress.” She replied. Even Toy is calling Ming ‘Mistress’ now!

“Then we will hear Pete repeat his request to you. Pete, what do you want Toy to do with your anus?”

“Please put your finger in my ass; I want you to finger my ass, Toy.”

“Oh, excellent, young Pete. And would you like me to fuck you in the ass also? I will if you ask me nicely.” Ming gloated.

“Yes, Mistress Ming. I would be honoured if you would also fuck my ass.” There, he said it.

Toy applied some more oil and once again massaged Pete’s buttocks, then played with his asshole and as he arched his back once more, she slid her middle finger past his anus and deep into his ass. Thrusting it in and out, she leaned under the table and with her other hand, took hold of his balls, squeezing them tightly and making him gasp. She knew he wouldn’t last long with so much stimulation, and she withdrew both hands.

Pete was thrilled. He was discovering a deeply submissive side to himself he hadn’t known before. It was a massive turn on to be fucked like that in the ass while a leather-clad dominatrix watched, smirking all the time. He had been looking at her face throughout his anal invasion and clearly she too was enjoying the show. Toy excused herself and left the room.

“Pete, I understand you tried to touch Toy without permission. For that, she awarded you a third black mark. Is that true?” Ming demanded to know.

Yes, Mistress Ming. I touched her without permission. I deserved the black mark.”

“And what else is there that you have done without permission whilst in our presence?” Ming asked.

Pete couldn’t imagine what he had done. “I’m sorry, I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Think, and confess for one black mark, or beg me to tell you, which will earn you two.” She gloated at the foolish boy.

Pete really didn’t know. Two black marks? They’re just for fun, aren’t they, so it doesn’t matter.

“Please tell me, Mistress.” He looked up and saw triumph in Ming’s eyes.

“You didn’t just expose yourself to me, shamelessly standing there naked in front of me with your shaved pubes, but you had the effrontery to grow a very hard erection without asking my permission to do so! Erections require permission!”

Pete was appalled. That isn’t fair. She must have seen thousands of erections in her time. Permission? And then it came to him. She was dressed in dominatrix gear, so this was role play. They told him they might change the scenario and here it is. A different game. Ah well, no problem. Play along.

“You are right, Mistress. I couldn’t help it. Just looking at you was enough to give me an erection. I’m very sorry I should have asked, no, begged for permission to allow myself to get hard. I definitely deserve two black marks for that. I accept the consequences.”

Ming stood where Pete could see her, being still trapped in his bondage, only able to look slightly to each side and in front. She looked very pleased.

Toy returned and crossed into Pete’s range of vision and he saw that she too had changed while she was out of the room. Now she was wearing just a small leather bikini bottom just covering her pubis, it was clear she was shaved, and a peep-hole bra of the same material. Nothing else. Pete’s cock throbbed as he looked at her small nipples poking through.

She produced a sheet of paper and started to read what was written there.

“Well, Mistress Ming. What a lucky boy Pete is today! There are eight choices of special treatment, and Pete, having earned five black marks, may reject three of them. He must, however, beg us to be allowed to experience the consequences from those five black marks that he earned. Let it not go unnoticed that he actually requested the last three himself.” Turning to Pete, she smiled at him.

“You were the one who earned the black marks, Pete, so if you don’t like the choices, you have only yourself to blame. Do you want to know what the special prizes are that you can choose?” she grinned tauntingly at him. He nodded enthusiastically.

“The rules are easy to follow, Pete. When Mistress Ming reads out the first one, you may say ‘yes’ or ‘no’. You may say ‘no’ three times only and you will only learn what the next prize will be having accepted or rejected the current choice. Therefore, beware, for once you have rejected three choices, you are obliged to accept the remaining ones, even if you do not know yet what they are.”

What? Well, how bad can this be? Pete noticed that for all the unfairness, he was submitting to these rules without objection. Playing the game, and enjoying it! At least his cock was. It hadn’t subsided at all.

“It is a devious game, but you did beg us to provide you with our full range of services, Pete, and now we are playing the dominatrix game. We are just obeying our client’s request.”

Pete wasn’t too worried. He reckoned he would probably get another anal fingering and then he could reciprocate, or something like that. Ejaculation would be the final reward he was sure, and he was now quite enjoying being the subject of attention for these two very attractive ladies.

“Yes. That’s great. Please give me the first choice, Mistress Ming.” He was even enjoying the amusing roleplay.

Ming took the sheet of paper, smirked and read: “The client will request anal penetration by Mistress Ming.” She looked down at the naked Pete tied to the table.

“Yes, or no, Pete?”

That’s more or less what he had expected. “Yes, thank you, Mistress Ming. I accept that one. Please penetrate my ass.” His voice a little broken with lust. “Please tell me the next choice.”

“The client will request to be permitted to worship the genitals and anus of Mistress Toy with his tongue for a minimum of ten minutes.”

‘Mistress’ Toy? Never mind. No brainer! “Yes, I agree to that, absolutely.” He was looking forward to this one more than the first, but what more is in store?

“The client will receive six strokes of the cane, to be administered by Mistress Ming. Six of the best!”

A caning? Six of the best? Interesting, never been caned. That could work, a little pain? “Very well, Mistress. Yes, I will agree to a caning of six strokes.” Three bonuses already and they are all perfectly fine with me, thought Pete.

“Four. The client will be masturbated to ejaculation by Mistress Toy. The client will learn the full detail of the bonus upon accepting it.”

“Oh, yes, please, Mistress. I am definitely on for that. Yes. What more do I need to know about this one?”

“Oh,” smiled Ming, “Toy will collect your ejaculation in a cup and feed it to you. You must drink it all!”

“Oh, god!” Kneejerk reaction. Actually, Pete had experimented on himself before, and found he didn’t object to the taste. It would be humiliating to have a girl feeding his cum to him, but not impossible.

“Yes, Mistress. I accept the condition. I will eat my own cum.” He looked Ming in the eye. “Thank you Mistress.”

“Thank me? Whatever for?” Ming was surprised at his reaction.

Pete looked up at her. “I am beginning to enjoy this roleplay. It seems right for me to be submitting to the two of you, humiliating me and forcing things on me. I’m rather glad you switched roles to being my dominatrix. That is what I am thanking you for. Please give me choice number five.”

“You have refused none of the choices so far. There are four more from which to select just one. Option five, The subject will receive a caning of eighteen strokes, to be applied hard by Mistress Ming.”

Dear god! That’s three times more on top of the six I agreed to! There’s still three more options, but if I say no to this, I have to accept another one and I don’t know what I’m going to be offered. Bloody hell. Why is my cock so hard? I’ve never been caned; I don’t know what it’s like but I’ll bet it’s bloody sore.

Pete sank his head into the supports and looked in the mirror. His erection was at full strength and a long string of pre-cum oozed from the eye. Whatever was going on in Pete’s mind, his cock had its own thoughts.

“No, Mistress, I will take my chances on another option. Thank you.”

“Very good, Pete.” Ming snorted. She held up the list.

“So far, Pete will request that I fuck him in the ass. I shall do that with pleasure. Pete has chosen to worship Toy’s genitals for a full ten minutes. Pete, you will be expected to use your tongue and mouth to clear up any fluids you create. Do you agree?”

Pete didn’t need much time to consider that. “Certainly, Mistress Ming. I won’t waste a drop.”

“You have also agreed to allow Toy to masturbate you to orgasm, which you will then eat. And, you will also submit to a caning, six of the best. You have rejected a further caning of eighteen hard strokes. Here is your next option.” She read in a voice like a judge, deep and meaningful.

“Option six. The client will beg Mistress Toy for a beating of twenty-four strokes of the cane!”

“Twenty-four?” no way! I don’t want that many, I don’t think. But the last one was eighteen and I turned that down. Mind you, she didn’t mention being caned hard, and this is Toy, who doesn’t look half as strong or dominant as Ming. Surely the next two choices can’t be as bad as this one though. Oh, lord. What a dilemma.

“No, Mistress. Again, I think I will pass on this.” No need to say more.

“Option seven. The client will be subjected to a caning of twelve strokes from Mistress Toy. He will beg her to inflict them hard.”

Pete hung his head into the padded semi-circle. Bloody hell. These bitches are devious, that’s for sure. Begging for twelve hard strokes, or take my chances. Each one of these penalties is getting worse. I daren’t risk this, the next one will probably be thirty.

“Yes, please Mistress. I accept this option. I will beg Mistress Toy to cane me, twelve hard strokes.” Pete didn’t believe she would really hurt him. That would be ridiculous.

“Good. You have made your choice and bravely opted for a painful caning. That is what you will receive!” Ming’s voice sounded as if she meant it. “Maybe that will teach you to respect the women whose company you are in. Wandering around naked with a hard-on, really!”

“Thank you, Mistress. I am sure I will learn to behave better.” Pete trying to ensure leniency but not meaning it. He had thrilled to expose his erection to Ming and she knew it.

Toy moved to the foot of the table and wound a few handles. Pete’s legs came closer together, albeit not much, and then he realised he was beginning to bend at the waist. The lower section of the table was hinged in more ways than one, and after a minute he found himself standing on the floor, his ankles still secured by the Velcro straps, bent at ninety degrees, his bottom in the perfect position to be beaten. His cock still poking through the gap in the table surface.

“You may thank your mistresses for your bonus prizes, Pete. Or maybe we should call you Slave Pete? Would you like that?”

“Thank you, Mistress Ming, Mistress Toy. I am your slave, ready to obey your commands. I am not looking forward to being caned, I have to tell you, but the other prizes will make up for it, I’m sure. Maybe we could call them sur-prizes? More and better than I had expected.”

A deep laugh from Ming, her voice dropping a few octaves. “Oh, yes, Slave Pete. I think your surprises are not over yet!”

Toy slid a rolling cupboard door open, and Pete looked at the contents in trepidation. Whips and canes, paddles and other instruments of flagellation adorned part of the wall. Shelves with dildos and clamps and devices he had no idea of their purpose.

Toy selected two canes from the wall, one quite long, with a crooked handle, the other one thicker with a straight leather-bound grip. She swiped this one through the air a few times, making a whooshing sound. Pete cringed. Then she handed it to Ming.

“This one to give the slave six of the best, Mistress Ming.” She said gaily.

Ming took up her position, on Pete’s left. Right-handed swing.

“Speak, slave.” She commanded, and Pete, playing the game gave her his best.

“I apologise for exposing my erection to you, Mistress Ming. Quite rightly, I should be punished. I beg you to give me six of the best with the cane.”

She did. Spacing each stroke by thirty seconds to let the shock and pain be absorbed, and give the slave time enough to recover and then anticipate the next stroke, she laid six evenly spaced lines across Pete’s pristine buttocks. Pete had expected it to be far worse than it was, and by the fourth stroke was even quite enjoying his submission and the sharp sting as each stroke struck. Clearly not ‘the best’ he thought but wisely, kept his thought to himself. A symbolic caning, he surmised.

Toy addressed her slave.

“You could have requested eighteen strokes from this cane, Pete, but you chose twelve hard strokes instead. I am afraid it is going to hurt, but please do not shout or scream. There is no point. Nobody will come to prevent you receiving the full number. In fact, I would like you to count the strokes as we proceed. You may say to me ‘One Mistress. Thank you. Please cane me again.’ If you do that nicely, I will not feel the need to cane you even harder. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Toy. I understand.” Although his position had changed, Pete’s cock had not subsided at all. Ming approached and reached down to take it in her hand.

“I think you are going to enjoy this, Pete. Please obey your Mistress. Take the pain and speak normally. Remember, soon you will be allowed to run your tongue all over Toy’s clit and lick up her fluids.” Pete’s cock throbbed in Ming’s hands as she said it.

Toy took up her position. There was plenty of space for her to swing her cane. That was why the rooms were so large. And Pete’s caning began.

The first stroke took his breath away. Fire in his backside and a flash of lightning in his brain. “Aaaaagh!” he shrieked. But something inside him remembered the rules and he overcame the urge to break free and run away, not that it was possible to do so.

“One. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again.” More sedate than the scream.

Again and again he screamed at the shock of the strike, the pain and the burning, but he always calmed down and counted out the number, thanked his mistress and requested another stroke. There was no hurry to this caning. Each stroke was at least forty seconds after the last.

“Eight. Thank you, Mistress. Please give me another stroke.” Varying the request for more. Deliberately or not, he didn’t know. It just seemed right to make the request sound as genuine as possible.

“Nine, Mistress. Thank you very much. I want you to cane me again.” Endorphins kicking in, cock an iron bar, burning hot buttocks, pain coursing through them, and a desire for this to continue. I want this, he told himself. I want her to cane me.

“Please cane me more, Mistress.”

“More, Slave Pete? Do you mean more strokes than the ones remaining? Or do you mean you want me to cane you harder, Slave?”

“Yes, please, Mistress. Please cane me harder. I really want to take a harder caning.”

Toy was up to the challenge. Pete couldn’t believe it himself. Torment beyond anything he had ever endured and he was loving it. Absolute submission, enforced in his bondage, knowing there was neither escape nor reprieve and wanting neither, thoroughly enjoying his subjugation to these two goddesses.

“Oooohhhhh! Goddd. Thank you, Mistress. Nine. Please cane me again.”

Pete was on a real high and his mind had wandered to the pleasure in store. He was soon to be licking Toy. Licking her anus too. That had been especially mentioned. Something he had always wanted to do to a girl.

“Nine, slave? I fear you have miscounted. There is a penalty for miscounting. The stroke will be repeated and three more will be added. So, we will do the last stroke again and add three more to your count.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Please give me number nine again.”

Crackkk! “Aaaagh. Thank you, Mistress. Nine. Please give me another hard stroke.”

“But, it wasn’t number nine, was it slave? It was actually number eleven. Wasn’t it?”

“Yes, of course it was, Mistress. I apologise. I called out the wrong number. Please give me an extra three strokes.” A slightly repentant Pete.

“A good slave learns from his mistakes, Pete. A second error in counting is penalised with six additional strokes. No more errors please. The next will cost you twelve penalty strokes.”

Pete almost ejaculated at these words. Now he was on a true count of eleven but he had earned ten additional strokes on top of the twelve he had requested. Including the first six, he was going to end the evening with twenty-nine stripes across his behind.

“Nggggh. Eleven. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again. Please cane me hard.” He was loving this. He truly wanted to suffer at the hands of this harsh mistress.

The final three strokes had Pete bleating and crying, sobbing a little and begging for more. By the last stroke, he knew he had had enough.

“Thank you so much, Mistress Toy. I have never been caned before and I was scared of it before you started, but you taught me to love it and I especially thrilled to the fact that I had no say in the matter, helplessly bound to this table, having to beg for more. You truly dominated me and I beg you now to allow me to worship your genital area. I promise to swallow all your juices.”

“Well, that was a long speech, slave. I hope you mean every word.” Ming prepared a special chair, wheeling it in from a different room. Pete remained bound to the table with his face pointing out from the table end. Toy climbed onto what looked like a gynae chair, hooked her ankles into the stirrups and was wheeled into position facing Pete.

Ming produced a blindfold and fitted it over Pete’s eyes. “Just for a moment or two, until you grow accustomed to your task.” He was told.

Now without vision, he could only imagine as he heard the buckles at the sides of Toy’s leather bikini bottoms being undone. He felt the soft leather being rubbed on his face and his hard-on got harder.

A clunk as the wheeled chair was positioned right at Pete’s face and he probed with his tongue, feeling for contact with Toy’s skin. A giggle aroused him as he sought her, and then he found it. It must be her pubis, a slight rasping of pubic stubble. He licked and tried to dip his head to gain better access to her. He felt a curious tickling under his chin as he went lower.

Suddenly he felt hands on his buttocks. Ming, stimulating him there, massaging him as he dipped lower. The unusual sensation continued under his chin. Something was rubbing on it. What the hell? He moved his head sideways and the thing hit his cheek. What are they playing at, he wondered. He drew his head back and put his tongue out, trying to locate the item. Opening his mouth more, he found something poking into it. He flicked his tongue over it. Hot, soft – oh god, is this a cock?

“That’s nice, slave Pete. Lick the end like that. Keep it in your mouth.” Toy’s voice, throaty, husky, deeper than he had hitherto heard.

Oh, Jeez. Is she a ladyboy? I’ve never even seen one before. How could I have known? Ming reached over and removed Pete’s blindfold. He blinked, and focused on what he could see, and could barely believe his eyes. Toy reclined on the chair, naked now, playing with the nipple on one tit while holding and pointing her hard cock towards Pete’s mouth. Cock? Yes, and it’s bigger than mine, Pete thought. Long and smooth, the foreskin peeled back to reveal the purple bulb of Toy’s penis, not a pubic hair in sight, tight scrotum holding a large pair of balls. How had she hidden all that in those tiny leather pants?

Ming’s hands were stimulating Pete’s ass crack, tickling his asshole, gently pressing on the anus to make entry. Pete couldn’t prevent himself from arching his back and pressing his anus onto the finger. The sensation was too good for him to want it to stop. He felt it sliding inside, just an inch or so.

Abandoning all reason and any qualms he may have previously held, he greedily pushed back on the finger in his ass while he reached forward to take Toy’s hard cock into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over the tip, and the rim, and sucked gently on the fleshy tube. Toy shifted slightly and presented her balls for sucking. Pete drew first one, then both into his mouth and flicked them with his tongue. He licked the length of the cock and once again took it into his mouth. He sucked and flicked and teased Toy’s cock for a good five minutes. She shifted position again and Pete found his mouth on her asshole. He knew this was part of the deal and licked and probed with his tongue. Toy let out a gasp of pleasure, jumped out of the chair and stood with her cock at Pete’s mouth.

“Remember, you promised to swallow this!” she said as she thrust into his mouth, just as a massive ejaculation sprayed forth out of her cock. Pete’s mouth was filled but he bravely managed to start swallowing the giant load of cum. Jet after jet sprayed into his mouth and inevitably half the load dribbled back down the sides of Toy’s shaft.

Pete knew what he had to do, as he licked and sucked the sides of the deflating shaft taking every last drop into his mouth. Just as he was about to swallow, Toy knelt down and kissed Pete, right on the mouth. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and rolled it around, savouring her own cum from the boy’s mouth.

Ming, in the meantime, had removed her finger from Pete’s ass and came back to where the rest of the action was happening. Delighted at the ready acceptance of the situation that Pete had displayed, and his apparent willingness to participate in the fun, she had one final action to perform on Pete.

As Toy withdrew, she went to the cupboard and took some items from a shelf. She slipped round behind Pete once more, Ming stood directly in front of Pete’s bound body. “There is more, slave, and I would be pleased if you agree to it.”

Slowly, she removed her bolero top, exposing her large, round, solid breasts, topped with dark, thick nipples. She released the side buckle on her skirt and it fell to the floor. The black nylon, see through panties did nothing to conceal what lay behind.

Another cock, Pete thought, just when I emptied the last one. Am I going to have to suck this one too?

As the panties were removed, Ming faced Pete, hands on hips and they both watched as her cock began to grow. Jumping with every heartbeat, getting harder at every jump, it swelled and lengthened, the foreskin peeling back as the large purple knob appeared and continued to swell. Eight long, fat inches of ladyboy cock throbbed and pulsed before Pete’s eyes.

Just then, Pete felt Toy’s hands on his own cock which was almost ready to burst. She squeezed it to test its firmness. “He wants you, Ming.” She said.

“Mouth or ass, slave? Where do you want this cock?” she asked Pete.

At least she’s asking, he thought. A cool feeling on his anus and he guessed Toy was squeezing some kind of lube onto it. Right enough, not a finger this time. Something larger. Surely not her cock, she’s just cum, he thought. A dildo then. She’s opening up my anus so it will be able to take Ming’s big dick without tearing me open.

That was exactly what was happening. For all his inexperience, Pete was remarkably knowledgeable in the theory.

“Mistress, you made me promise to beg you to fuck my ass. I thought a few minutes ago that you had done just that with your finger, but now I see you had more in mind. I’m an ass virgin, Mistress, and I don’t think I can cope with a cock that size tonight. Please may I suck your cock until you come in my mouth?” he looked up at his mistress and continued.

“In exchange for this reprieve, I assure you, I will come back as soon as the marks from my caning have gone. Between now and then, I will practice with increasingly large items to stretch my ass so that when I return, I will be able to confidently beg you to fuck me there with your huge cock.”

Toy clapped her hands happily. “That seems like a great compromise, Ming. But maybe we need some guarantee that the slave will do as he says. I’ll take a video of him sucking you off and swallowing your cum, just to keep him in check.”

* * * * *

Pete lay in his bed the following morning, running over the events of the night before. He still felt a little nauseous. Three massive ejaculations, and he had been compelled to swallow them all. Yes, his own included. Having serviced the needs of Mistress Ming, he had been released from the Velcro bondage straps and turned over onto his back. Toy had teased his cock all evening and she finally allowed him to cum. However, she held a cup to catch the ejaculate and squeezed the last drops out of him before holding it to his mouth and commanding him to drink. This one sat sour in his stomach but nevertheless he thanked his mistresses for this enormous awakening. He found his submission to those two ladyboys highly erotic and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was back for more of the same, and hopefully something more too.

He had never understood so many of his behaviour traits. Now maybe there was some light. Effectively, he was submissive; a pain slut and perfectly willing, if not to have sex with a man, at least to have sex with a ladyboy. He didn’t consider himself gay. Chicks with dicks, rather than blokes with boobs. Having never been beaten before to any serious extent, at home or school, submitting to that caning was fantastic. He made a pact with himself – if he was awarded another eighteen strokes of the cane on his next visit, he would make sure he miscounted three times.