Literotic asexstories – Learning to Serve: A little party by waynejeffries,waynejeffries
Joan awoke, approached her bound slave, and released him from his bonds. Scott immediately dropped to his knees, followed her to the bed, and dutifully serviced his Mistress’s pussy. Uncharacteristically, Joan spoke.
“My pet, plan on another long weekend as you will be released on Monday morning again. I have some very special plans for you that need to be executed on Saturday and Sunday.”
Scott listened, continuing to lick her pussy, drawing two orgasms out of his Owner. After the second orgasm, she placed the heel of her right foot on his left shoulder and pushed him away.
“I expect you will be here on Saturday, no later than two my dear. Now leave immediately, dress outside.”
Each small change, designed to humiliate, degrade, or belittle Scott filled him with confusion and excitement. Dressing outside the sliding glass door in the cool morning air, Scott felt alive, exhilarated, and rock hard. Driving home, images of cleaning Dean, Joan beating him, and Sarah stroking his cock on the outside of his sweatpants blitzed his mind as he unconsciously rubbed his cock through his pants.
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Sarah didn’t call until eleven Thursday night. Scott asked her if she knew what was going on this weekend, but she was unaware. Actually, she was going to the shore with friends and would be away this weekend. She reassured Scott that she was thinking of him and could not wait to feel his hot, thick cock deep inside of her. Scott smiled and thanked her for her kind words, wishing her a good time at the shore, dreading what Joan may have in store for him.
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After working out on Saturday morning, Scott was less edgy, but the closer to noon, the more agitated he became. He called Joan, but only got the answering machine. He was still amped up and had no obligations, so he went over to her house at 11. She was not home. He parked in the driveway, entered through the back gate, stripped his clothes and kneeled in a resting position, his ass on his calves, head bowed, arms resting on his thighs with palms up. Joan opened the sliding glass door to her room two hours later.
“HMMMM, my pet, you are an eager one, why are you so early?”
“MIstress, I have thought about nothing but serving you and can only imagine what you may have in store for me. You have pushed my limits and I yearn for more of it. I want you to take me as far as you think I deserve.”
Joan smirked, attached a leash to Scott’s collar, and led him to the foot of the bed. Hiking up her dress and sitting on the edge of the bed, she fisted the back of Scott’s head and guided him to her crotch, pantiless and dripping already. Scott licked her as a matter of habit, and also because he yearned to please his mistress. Additionally, there was an ironic feeling inside of him that as he pleasured Joan, he in some way was connecting with Sarah. It was irrational, it was stupid, and it made no sense, but as he ate out his Mistress, he was thinking of his lover, her daughter, Sarah. Sarah, who was down at the shore, Sarah who was having fun like a 20 something, Sarah, who was hot, beautiful and a great fuck, Sarah, who may be with someone else the entire time, Sarah, the girl he ultimately loved, but had not professed that to her. Sarah, the daughter of his Dominatrix.
Scott was roused from his reveries by the squeeze of Joan’s thighs on the side of his head as she orgasmed strongly, letting out an AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, YEEEEESSSSS!, forcing her pet’s face harder against her crotch, grinding out her prolonged orgasm. As her tremors subsided, Scott continued to lap at her juicy folds, avoiding her clit, but cleaning all of her escaping juices.
“Fuck pet, I love your tongue. Your skills are outstanding, but now I need that cock. I know you realize that I love Dean and he fucks quite well, but nothing compares to the cock I own. Get up here and give me a proper fucking.”
“MIstress, may I fuck you how I desire? Or should I be reserved?”
“No, pet, I want you to fuck me, possess my body, do it however you desire, no restrictions.”
Scott leaped up on the bed, grabbed Joan’s hips and flipped her over on her stomach. His cock immediately entered her dripping pussy. UUUHHHHHHHH, escaped her lips as Scott pulled her hips toward him, impaling her on his rock hard cock. Scott pounded Joan, fueled by humiliation, denial, and debasement. He pounded her with long, hard strokes, fisting her hair, lifting her face off the bed. Joan delighted in the knowledge that her harsh treatment of Scott pushed him to be so forceful and animalistic. Scott pushed down on the small of Joan’s back, moved his legs outside of her legs and began to jackhammer into Joan hard and fast. Scott was fucking her with a vengeance, half in fury, half in lust, pounding down mercilessly, driving down into his Mistress in a frantic attempt to restore some balance in the dynamic. So focused on subjecting Joan to his will, the thought of cumming did not occur to him.
Joan cried out, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHHH, FUCK YEA, GIVE ME THAT BIG FAT COCK, YES, YES, YES, FUCK YES, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME LIKE A REAL MAN FUCKS. UUUHHHH, UUUHHHH, UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
Joan’s body fell limp as her head buzzed with a numbing sensation. Her panting was at a measured level but still quick. Scott stopped immediately, cock still rock hard and deep inside of her, but his only reaction was to snuggle against Joan’s back, holding her firmly as her breath regained normalcy. Being on top, fucking again, instead of serving felt good, but it did no feel right. He fucked her like she wanted, his Mistress satisfied, but Scott was confused. He did not cum, did not fill her up, did not think of orgasming. He did as instructed and fucked her hard, but she did not instruct him to cum and he did not. Wide-eyed and apprehensive, Scott waited for instruction. Finally, Joan spoke.
“My pet, you are an outstanding lover, but you may be an even better servant. Most men would have exploded inside of me, painting the insides of my pussy with his seed, but you held back. I am very proud of you for not cumming without my permission. You have learned a great deal and will be rewarded for your behavior. But for now, I need you back in your rightful place.”
Joan’s simple words placed Scott back in slave mode. At the side of her bed he kneeled in Nadu position, ass back on his knees, palms face up on his legs, back straight, and head bowed. Joan placed a ball gag in his mouth, blindfold on and then cuffed his left wrist, pulling it behind his back as Scott instinctively followed with the other so that she could secure him.
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Scott, now kneeling next to the island in the kitchen, heard Joan greet Dean at the front door. There was a prolonged kiss, giggle from Joan, and then a zipper, slurping sounds, and an immediate moan from Dean. As Joan sucked Dean’s cock, jealousy overtook Scott as he reminisced about driving in his truck, Joan bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking, slurping, relishing every inch of his cock, now her cock, a cock that she used for her own pleasure now; no longer sucking it, no longer swallowing his cum, no longer making him feel special. Scott was brought out of his daydream by the grunting of Dean as he no doubt was cumming down Joan’s throat. After an, AAAAHHHHHHHH from Dean, there was an awkward silence. Scott felt Joan’s hand on the back of his head removing the ball gag. Tilting Scott’s head back, she placed her lips on his and pinched his nose. When Scott opened his mouth, Joan released Dean’s cum into his mouth, unclenched his nose, and French kissed her slave.
“I thought you deserved a little treat, now swallow it all.”
Joan then led Dean over to Scott and placed the tip of Dean’s deflated cock at his lips.
“It is clean up time my dear. Clean up my fiancee, so that there is no remnant of cum around. Oh, and how do you like the reward you received for good behavior?” she said, giggling as she admired how she had taken such a womanizing young stud and transformed him into a subservient slave whose purpose was to serve her every whim.
As Scott’s head bobbed up and down on Dean’s cock, licking, slurping, and swallowing, Joan opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Scott meanwhile, although humiliated and debased again, had an ever present excitement that permeated his body. Still wondering what was in store for him this weekend, he dutifully licked Dean clean, not wanting to receive any type of discipline from his increasingly sadistic Mistress. Dean pulled his cock out, grabbing his glass of wine and Scott’s leash, leading Scott to the bedroom. Joan followed in turn and soon Dean and Joan were on the bed making love as the slave kneeled at the foot of the bed. Dean slowed his pace and then pulled out of Joan. Joan looked at him in a quizzical manner as Dean began to speak.
“Joan, I know tonight will help us answer many questions about keeping your slave or possibly finding a replacement. Since this is the case, then we need to make an informed decision.”
With that, Dean slid off the bed, pulled Scott’s blindfold off and led him by the leash on the bed and kneeling in front of Joan.
“WORSHIP,” was the only command and Scott began licking and lapping at Joan’s thoroughly used pussy, Joan holding him there with a short, taut leash. Meanwhile, Dean moved behind Scott on the bed, removed his anal plug, and inserted first one and then two lubed fingers into Scott’s asshole. Dread overtook Scott. His mind screamed CANTALOUPE! CANTALOUPE! CANTALOUPE!, yet his mouth did not move from Joan’s pussy. Merely anticipating the inevitable, Scott concentrated on pleasuring his Mistress, focused solely on the folds of her labia, her large clit, her smell, taste, and gyrations as a result of his tongue. Feeling a constant pressure on his rosebud, Scott relaxed his sphincter, then pushed out, relaxing again, as Dean’s cock head slipped past the barrier. Scott’s tongue froze at the intrusion, as his body stiffened, but Joan placed a hand on either side of Scott’s face, caressing his cheeks and looking intently into his eyes.
“Pet, you know that you satisfy me immensely, but Dean’s pleasure must be a consideration now. Just relax and let it happen. Let Master Dean claim your ass. He is taking you no matter what, so you should try to enjoy it. Focus on pleasing me my dear and if you please me, then Dean will be pleased.”
With that, she guided his head back down between her legs, while Dean began a slow pounding of Scott’s ass. (Is this rape? I could have said cantaloupe. Do I really want this? I am not gay? What the fuck is wrong with me?) Scott continued to lap at his Mistress’s pussy as her legs squeezed his head in what seemed like to be one continuous orgasm. Scott was working on automatic pilot, licking and taking the cock in his ass. Dean’s cock was not that impressive and Mistress’s strap ons were bigger, but this was another man claiming his ass, taking it as he pleased. Dean’s cock barely massaged Scott’s prostate, but did manage to stimulate it. With his pace quickening and breath more rapid, Scott could feel Dean’s cock begin to pulse. Suddenly, Dean let out a groan as Scott felt a warm sensation enter his bowels and then a pop as Dean pulled out and flopped down next to Joan on the bed. Violated, taken, and humiliated, Scott never wavered from licking his Mistress to yet another eventual orgasm. Once she came violently on Scott’s face, she placed the sole of her right foot on his shoulder and guided Scott away. Stealing a glance at Dean, Scott saw a smug grin on his face, one of satisfaction and a knowing ownership. Dean grabbed Scott’s leash and pulled him to his now flaccid cock.
“CLEAN,” was Dean’s only command as he pulled Scott’s face toward his crotch. Scott resigned himself to clean him as quick as possible. Taking Dean’s flaccid cock fully into his mouth, Scott tasted the musty scent of his ass mixed with Dean’s cum. After sucking and licking it clean, the slave felt persistent pressure on the leash. Scott lapped Dean’s balls and inner thighs until there were no remnants of cum present. Slipping off the bed, Scott resigned himself to being the slave that he was, used and discarded. Meanwhile, Dean and Joan cuddled on the bed, petting each other, gently rubbing and stroking each other, and just enjoying their freedom to openly express their love for each other. They we softly talking to each other, but Scott heard nothing, retreating within himself, unsure why he did not use a safe word, why he did not exercise his aggressive Alpha side like when he was fucking Joan, why he still knelt at the foot of the bed, waiting, loathing, and anticipating his next task.
After about an hour of lying around and drifting in and out of sleep, Joan and Dean showered, dressed, and headed out of the room.
“Come!” was the simple command given and Scott followed obediently behind, trying to keep pace on all fours, as the two strode out. Joan waited for him at the bedroom door and as Scott exited the room, she struck him across the ass with her riding crop, followed by a second and third swat in succession, scurrying Scott out of the room and down the hallway. Joan’s wicked smirk was ear to ear, as continued to assault Scott’s ass with the crop, landing fifteen blows before she stopped and ordered him to kneel in his spot near the couch. With a glass of wine in her hand, Joan sat down with a satisfied feeling that Dean knew nothing about her letting Scott fuck her. How could he? She demonstrated her cruelty toward him and Dean was none the wiser. Plus, Dean took Scott’s ass, fucked him good, claimed it. He established his dominance and Joan was his territory, without a doubt. As Joan pet her slave’s head, Dean was active in the kitchen. He was putting together various platters of Hors d’ oeuvres, as he prepared for the party. Joan offered to help numerous times, but Dean declined and simply continued to top off Joan’s wine from time to time, as she relaxed on the couch, chatting with him about the future. Scott was ignored, to the point that Joan was no longer petting his head and even let his leash lay unattended over his left shoulder. Joan eventually joined Dean in the kitchen, helping somewhat, but mostly sporadically groping, kissing, and fondling him. After all was prepared, the couple cuddled together on the couch, lightly stroking each other’s body, relishing the down time together. Finally, Joan addressed Scott.
“Pet, we have some friends joining us tonight. It is a little party of sorts and you, along with some other slaves, will be serving us, as well as providing some entertainment. Dean and I have to decide on whether we intend to keep you, and tonight will provide some valuable information and experience toward that end. Once the guests begin to arrive, you may stand and remain standing while you greet them, serve them, and cater to their needs. You will treat any request from a guest like a direct request from one of us. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Scott replied with bowed head, chest already a swirl with anticipation and head beginning to become fuzzy.
“Good, any request that is made, you will fulfill. No one will ask you to do anything greater than what you have experienced thus far. All guests know how far your training has proceeded as we know the limits of the other submissives who will be here. Do not embarrass yourself or us by faltering, and understand that if we decide to take a female submissive to replace you, then you are certainly auditioning for the other Mistresses and Masters in attendance. Unless, of course you would rather just escape back to your vanilla lifestyle. You certainly were quite the stud just over a month ago my dear one. There are so many young ladies who have not had the pleasure of your beautiful cock.”
As Joan ended her sentence, Dean spoke up.
“Which brings up a very interesting point. Joan, is this slave as much mine as he is yours?”
“Of course darling, what’s mine is yours. You claimed his ass, in fact, there is probably cum still pushed up deep inside of him, stopped up by his anal plug.”
Immediately, Scott panicked. He was not dressed appropriately, well, although naked and still bound, he had his collar and leash, but he did not reinsert his plug. (OH FUCK! SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO NOW?) Scott kneeled, head bowed, slightly shaking, knowing that some form of punishment would follow. Joan directed to stand, face away from the couch, and bend down and grab his ankles.
“HMMMMM, guess he is not trained as well as you believe,” Dean chortled.
“Slave, where is your butt plug???? Why do you defy me in such a way?” Joan shouted.
“I, I, I, uhhhhh, well, I, uhhhh, I f-f-f-forgot Mistress. After Master used my ass, I knelt down in my place, but forgot to place the plug back inside.”
“This is unacceptable, and it will not be tolerated. You will be punished for such an indiscretion. There is no excuse for such insolence. You probably ‘forget’ to wear your plug when you are not around me, when you feel you can do as you please. Well, tonight, we will make some things clear my pet, quite crystal clear,” Joan snorted with indignation and a venom that Scott had never heard before.
Joan had definitely changed since her announced engagement to Dean. She was harsher, less patient and tolerant, relegating Scott to more of a chattel than a subservient lover. In fact, other than earlier today, Scott had not enjoyed Joan’s body in a tender or carnal way in quite some time. But, even today was different as he fucked her with a vengeance, spitefully, so intent on controlling her with his cock that he did not cum, felt no sensation to cum, but was overtaken by the need to control her, use her, and rebalance the dynamic between the two. But, that would be all for nought with Dean’s next statement.
“So, my lovely fiancee, if what is yours is mine, then the slave has to follow my instruction and also has to answer my questions without hesitation, correct?”
“Of course my love, certainly, instruct him, or ask him anything and he will comply.”
“Okay, slave, your place is beneath me, to serve your Mistress and me, unwavering, and for our pleasure and not the pleasure of yourself. With that in mind, and the fact that Joan is my fiancee, I take umbrage with one aspect of your shared dynamic.”
Both Joan and Scott shared puzzled looks, while both guarding against revealing any hint of what transpired between the two of them earlier today.
“Why do you think that you have a right to fuck my fiancee?”
Scott froze, Joan gulped, and Dean stared at the toned and muscled slave kneeling on the floor. Scott did not move his head up a centimeter, not one twitch, staring at the ground, feeling the walls close in upon him, being engulfed by trepidation, anxiousness, and fear. Joan knew not to speak, as somehow Dean knew. Leaning back a bit on the couch, sipping, sometimes gulping her wine, she watched it unfold. Dean stood, grabbed the crop, grabbed Scott’s leash, and pulled him over the ottoman.
“YOU WILL NO LONGER FUCK MY FUTURE WIFE.” THWACK, the blow was electric and hard. It sent a sensation of pain and pleasure through Scott that he was unaware could pulse through his being.
“YOU WILL NEVER FUCK HER AGAIN. SHE WILL ONLY BE FUCKED BY ME. IF SHE WANTS TO USE YOUR COCK, FINE, BUT YOU WILL NEVER DISRESPECT ME BY TAKING HER.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Each directive was accompanied by a blow that was overwhelmingly harsh and biting, meant to hurt, meant to tear at his skin, meant to establish once and for all Scott’s place.
“YOU ARE A LOWLY SLAVE WHO SERVES. YOU ARE TO DO OUR BIDDING. YOU ARE TO SERVE WITH NO PLEASURE OF YOUR OWN. YOU WILL KNEEL TO US AS YOUR SUPERIOR OWNERS. YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT US.” THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. The beating went on for another twenty more strokes and with each blow Dean relished the power he held over this young stud. Dean knew he was no match for Scott’s physical attributes, but he made up for it with experience, business savvy, and artful conversation. Still, at the heart of it was Dean imparting his will, his dominance, and simultaneously, putting Scott in his place. For Scott, the duality of extreme emptiness and supreme fulfillment was overbearing. He loathed being beaten by a lesser specimen of a male, yet he relished succumbing to a dominant person. Dean was taking more of Scott with each blow, as Scott’s will diminished, and his need to please grew stronger. Although this signified a finality of having Joan as any type of lover, it also marked his place in servitude. He would most certainly be a slave, nothing more, a plaything and servant, and strangely, through tears and cries from the pain, he smiled and relished his position.
On the couch, Joan’s pussy was dripping wet. Watching Dean take thorough and complete control of their slave, laying claim to her body as his dominion, and thoroughly beating Scott into submission, turned her on in a way that she had never felt before. As soon as a very excited, but tired Dean finished with his final blows, Joan leapt off the couch, jumped up into his arms and straddled him completely, locking him in a deep kiss. With Scott still bent over the ottoman with tears streaming down his face, ass torn up from the beating, and thoroughly broken, Dean laid Joan on the floor next to him and began to feverishly pound Joan with unbridled fervor, staking his claim and sealing the fact that Scott would no longer fuck his woman. Scott would only serve, relegated to the needs of his owners. Scott’s first duty was to clean both Joan and Dean after Dean deposited a hefty load into his fiancee’s gushing pussy. The two lovers relaxed on the couch as Scott knelt obediently. Around six o’clock the doorbell rang. Joan ordered Scott to stand, uncuffed his hands and then had him bend over. The force of the even wider anal plug on his sphincter made Scott swoon as Joan shoved the well lubricated plug past his muscle, his ass gobbling up the bulk of it with only minor pressure by Joan.
“Pet, from here on, you may remain standing while answering the door and serving our guests. Again, you will follow any commands given by any person who enters, even other subs. You are the newest addition to our group, consequently you are the low slave in the pecking order. Remember, you are being evaluated by not only us, but also by our guests. Do not disappoint us, as you already have one pending punishment for not having your anal plug inserted. Do I make myself clear?”
Scott replied, “Yes, Mistress,” in a respectful and subdued manner. His mind was abuzz with excitement and fear. Would there be anyone he knew? Would he be used more than he has already? How exactly did he get to this point? Why hadn’t he used his safe word?
Scott opening the front door revealed an extremely attractive Asian woman flanked on one side by a shorter, full chested blonde, and on the other side by a lithe, and sensual looking brunette. Scott’s mouth was agape at the site of the three stunning women.
“Oh, hello, you must be Joan’s pet. I am Kim and these two are my submissives. I hope that you are ready for an extremely eventful night.”
With that, the Asian woman walked through the door. Dumbfounded, Scott tried to comprehend the beauty before him. She was roughly 5′ 9″ tall with a large B cup or small C braless breasts encased in the leather part of a stunning corset. The top was leather with a string that laced from just above the belly button to her gorgeous breasts. The bottom part was a lace material that revealed her shapely and toned body. She appeared to be in her early 30’s with straight black, bangless hair to below her shoulder blades. Her eyes were dark pools which sparkled with dominance. As her long stocking encased legs walked by, followed by her subs, the tightness and sway of her ass captivated Scott. After pulling his tongue off of the ground, he followed a few steps and when Kim was greeted by a warm hug and kiss from Joan, Scott helped each girl off with her trench coat. The blond, Melody, was shorter and thicker, wearing a green plunge lace open gusset teddy with a matching emerald green collar and leash. The blonde’s D sized tits with large areolas filled out the teddy well and her firm rounded ass cried to be beaten. The brunette, Charlotte, wore a black lace thong teddy that highlighted her shapely ass while complementing her C-cup breasts well. Her collar was a thick black one with the traditional o-ring and two chains that slid underneath her teddy with nipple clamps attached to each breast. Both slaves kneeled immediately as Scott hung their jackets along with Mistress Kim’s leather jacket in the closet. Scott immediately went to Mistress Kim’s side.
“I’ll have a white wine my dear.” And Scott was off to retrieve the drink.
“Joan, you told me your slave was cute, but he is gorgeous, wherever did you come across him? The city? The club? Classifieds?”
“No, I picked him up at a bar and we fucked like rabbits. He casually mentioned that he may be interested in being submissive and I began his training immediately.”
“Well, lucky you. How is Dean adjusting to his presence, many men would be a bit apprehensive about having that stud around. Plus, you told me that his cock is divine. Dean can’t like that too much.”
“That’s part of the reason for the party. Although Dean has taken my slave’s ass and beaten him severely for fucking me like I wanted him to, I think we may need to change to a female slave. You know me, I will find men to fuck on the side, just like I was fucking Dean when he was married, but I believe Dean would feel more comfortable with a female slave.”
Kim smirked, “Now, that explains a lot. You had me bring both my slaves and you have a slave who may be on the market. Nice. How many others are attending?”
“The usual, four more owners and their slaves. It’s a nice number, it’s intimate, and everybody can gain a solid perspective of what Scott’s strengths and weaknesses are. He believes that we are still deciding whether to keep him or not, but Dean has made it abundantly clear.”
As the women laughed together, Scott approached with a glass of wine for each, handing one to Mistress Kim and then replacing Joan’s with a fresh glass. After placing the empty glass in the dishwasher, Scott began placing some hors d’ oeuvres on the various tables around the area. Meanwhile, Dean had already taken a liking to Melody, escorting her over to kneel before him as he sat in a chair petting her head. The other guests arrived within the next half hour with Scott greeting them, taking their coats, fetching drinks and making sure that all guests were attended to. The group of Masters and Mistresses chatted with each other, played with the subs of others, and drank and ate heartily. Meanwhile, all subs remained collared, leashed, and served the whims of all guests with no consideration for comfort, hydration, or food. After about an hour of socializing, Joan asked everyone to sit, forming a large circle that encompassed the open concept living and dining rooms. As Joan spoke, Scott instinctively kneeled down next to her. Joan smiled down at Scott with approving eyes and then looked up to address her guests.
“Thank you all for coming. It has been too long since our last little gathering and I hope you are enjoying yourselves and making yourselves comfortable. Please feel free to partake in any of the slaves here as they are here for your needs. Along those lines, I would like to present my pet, Scott. He has learned a great deal in a short amount of time and I would like to demonstrate some of his talents. Scott has a gifted tongue as well as a beautiful cock, but why talk, let’s demonstrate.”
With that, Kim’s head gesture initiated Charlotte crawling to the middle of the circle and kneeling. Joan squatted down and whispered in Scott’s ear. Scott crawled to Charlotte and gently pushed her back so that her knees raised, her ass was on the ground, and she was leaning back on her hands in a semi-recline. He began kissing at her feet, licking, sucking and adoring her toes, taking each one in his mouth, tasting a hint of the vanilla bath oils she no doubt soaked in prior to arriving. As she reclined flat on the floor, Scott kissed his way up her inner thigh, kissing gently, recognizing her subtle reactions to the touch of his lips. He worked up her left leg to just inside the lips of her labia and then lightly blew on the folds of her pussy. Charlotte’s hips heaved up forward as Scott inhaled deeply, taking in her slightly musky but light scent as he worked his way down the right leg to her foot. Upon reaching her right foot, he then moved directly up to her pussy, lightly touching her labia with the very tip of his tongue and moving up one fold and then down the other. Charlotte began to writhe from want and need as the guests looked on enthralled with how Scott was manipulating her body. He continued to alternate between lightly blowing on and then gently grazing her pussy with his tongue. Charlotte was on fire with juices visibly flowing and her scent becoming more pronounced. Finally, Scott flattened his tongue, placed it on her taint, and then fully licked up to her clit. Charlotte shuddered and her impending orgasm was building rapidly. With each full lick, Scott hesitated a bit longer on her clit, nibbling, swirling his tongue, and sucking. Finally, after a long lick of Charlotte’s flowing pussy, Scott wrapped his arms around her legs and drove his tongue directly on her hardened nub, working his tongue hard as she fisted his hair and held him in place, squeezing her thighs around his head. Within moments, Charlotte was bucking, and humping against Scott’s face, cumming loudly on his tongue and then collapsing back with chest heaving. As her legs released their grip, Scott remained between the brunette slave’s legs, cleaning her juices and relishing her sweet nectar. The observers were impressed and showed approval in a variety of ways as Joan grinned, the proud owner of a perfect pussy licker. It certainly would not be hard for her to find a taker for Scott, especially after the other Mistresses gave their own oral interviews. Joan again whispered in Scott’s ear. As Joan spoke, Scott crawled to the first Mistress to his right.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that you enjoyed the little display of one of my slave’s talents. He has many more, but if there are any ladies out there who would like to have a personal demonstration, my pet is here to offer his services.”
Scott went around the room to each Mistress and offered his oral worship. In total he went down on all six Mistresses and two other female slaves. His jaw was sore and tired, but all were pleased and came at least once on his face with a few holding him there for more than one orgasm. Joan then made sure that Scott was fed and drank plenty of water. She also made sure that all bodily functions were taken care of.
“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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