I was wrong!
Still stroking my small, now rigid penis in her right hand. thrilling me with the pleasure of her remarkable skill, Jane squeezed my balls hard – very hard.
I wailed at the pain and tears formed in my puzzled eyes.
“Bravo!” yelled Doreen at Jane’s effort.
Jane smiled happily at both my response and Doreen’s enthusiastic approval.
Doreen moved behind Jane, hugged her close and cupped Jane’s massive tits in her large, experienced, strong hands. Jane sighed in pleasure, while continuing to experiment with my cock and balls. Jane rhythmically squeezed my nuts and twisted their sac in her left hand sending pulsing waves of pain through my body. Her right hand smeared more of my now copious precum up and down my short penile stalk and over my bulbous, aching head.
I moaned in pleasure and groaned in pain as these two women played.
Doreen noticed how close I was to losing control and snarled over Jane’s shoulder, “Remember the rules, Frank!”
“Huh?” Jane questioned, not stopping her erotic ministrations on my exposed manhood.
“Frank is not allowed to cum without our express permission – ever. When we allow him to cum, he must eagerly lick and swallow it – thanking us for the privilege!” Doreen explained.
Jane quivered at the news, clearly pleased at the control she now possessed – thru Doreen – over me.
That Doreen was now sharing her total control over me with my former wife dawned on me more slowly.
As if in confirmation, Doreen added, “Yes, Frank. From now on you will treat and obey your wife Jane as you would me!”
My eyes grew wider as the impact of Doreen’s statement and the intensity of Jane’s attention increased.
Doreen’s right hand abandoned Jane’s prodigious breast and drifted lower, over her rounded belly and into her shaved slit.
Jane moaned loudly in pleasurable thanks as two of Doreen’s large fingers split Jane’s nether lips to reveal the smooth, puffy, pink glistening folds of her sex.
“Humiliating, sexually controlling and inflicting pain on your husband is making you hot and wet, isn’t it?” Doreen fairly gloated.
“Oh yes, Doreen!” Jane gasped.
“Just as each instance of humiliation, sexual control and pain inflicted on Frank by his Mistress increases his association of dominance with his sexual pleasure and binds him more tightly to his Mistress and his need for more such treatment, so too for you. Each time you humiliate, sexually control and inflict pain on your sex slave the association of your sexual satisfaction and dominance strengthens. Both you and your slave crave more, you both become addicted!” Doreen explained.
Doreen continued to fondle Jane’s left breast and gently rub her wet pussy as she spoke.
Jane’s hands were now mauling my cock and balls. I was about to cum without permission, with all the dire consequences that would entail!
I blurted, “PLEASE!” in my desperation to gain either permission to erupt or to gain relief from Jane’s unrelenting, skillful assault.
Doreen recognized my plight and continued talking, “But there is a difference between the slave and the Mistress. The slave can only say ‘yes’, he makes no decisions. The Mistress is, however, always the boss. Let me show you.”
As Doreen finished she gently, lovingly pulled Jane back a step releasing her left tit and wet slit. Jane’s hands slid from my crotch. Jane sighed in disappointment at losing her toy – me! – and the exquisite sensations of Doreen’s knowing hands. I struggled to stop myself from cumming as Doreen moved in front of me.
“We better do something about this,” Doreen said, squeezing my dick in her large, strong hand.
My impending orgasm had receded a little, deprived of the stimulation of Jane’s hands and Doreen’s firm restraining grip on my cock.
I breathed a little more slowly, trying to regain my composure – sexually, emotionally, mentally.
Without warning, Doreen did something completely unexpected.
She knelt before me bringing her face even with my crotch. She opened her full red lips and sucked my cock into her mouth!
She sucked until her lips hit my pelvic bone. Her lips locked on my shaft the entire time. Her warmth, wetness and active tongue were joyous. I gasped in inescapable pleasure. My dick fit easily into the moist, heated cavern of her mouth, its tip touching the base of her tongue. Her hot saliva bathed it, her suctioning thrilled it and her tongue laved insistently and incessantly around it.
I groaned in unalloyed pleasure, looking down just as my wife’s gaze moved upward to meet mine. Her voracious consumption of my cock continued, her teeth adding to the overload of joyous sensation. Her left hand grabbed the neck of my scrotal sac and pushed my swollen balls down. Her right hand took those tender orbs and began a gentle, rhythmic pressure.
We both knew I couldn’t last long – I was bound to blow a full load of cum down my gorgeous wife’s throat if she didn’t relent. Though the pleasure would be heaven, the punishment for cumming without my wife’s permission would be hell! It was a lesson Doreen had burned into my brain and my body.
I needn’t have worried. My wife was always ready to help me cope with these little dilemmas. Sure enough, though her spectacular cock sucking continued, her hands enhanced the pressure on my totally vulnerable nuts and her teeth began an erratic nibbling on my member which began to breach the threshold of pain.
Still, I knew I couldn’t control my impending eruption.
Doreen’s eyes dared me to jet into her sacred mouth, but I servilely declined.
Looking into her erotic face and grey green eyes I gasped, “Help me!”
She applied even more pressure to my now sore balls and rasped her teeth harder on my trapped dong.
We both knew I was racing to oblivion and only my Mistress Wife could prevent it.
“Please Mistress, I am begging You, please don’t let me cum!” I pleaded – knowing in my fevered mind that the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world was to cum in my beautiful wife’s sucking mouth.
She had me well trained indeed!
I apparently won my case!
Simultaneously Doreen ground the head of my prick with her molars, cinched the neck of my scrotum completely with her left hand preventing any sperm eruption, gave my aching nuts a final painful squeeze and spit out my wanting, aching, dripping cock from her mouth.
“Thank you,” I whispered sincerely in pained relief.
“You’re welcome, slave,” smiled Doreen fiendishly, watching my contorted face and abused manhood.
Doreen stood, turning to Jane – who was enjoying the sadistic demonstration with lust filled delight, replacing Doreen’s probing fingers with her own in her wet, sloppy trench – “See?”
“Oh YES!” Jane sighed in appreciation.
I was thankful for the respite. I felt drained already – though not in the way I so ardently wished. And the evening had barely begun.
Doreen was a master at sexual manipulation. She played men – and apparently women also! – as a grand master plays chess – relentlessly and five moves ahead of her willing, helpless victims. She had left me in exactly the state she desired – hard, almost frantic with desire, but no longer near orgasm.
I looked at my aged, dominant mistress wife and my voluptuous former wife in overwhelming lust and complete confusion.
“Let’s help your slave husband control himself shall we?” Doreen asked Jane rhetorically.
Doreen opened an adjacent drawer and chose a thick, black leather strip. With her left hand Doreen pushed my sore, swollen balls deep in their sac, while with her right she secured them in this exposed place by tightly curling the leather around the now empty scrotal skin beneath my cock.
“Your turn to play with the birthday boy,” Doreen smiled as she turned to Jane.
Jane leapt forward with the agility she had displayed as a cheerleader decades ago. Reaching for a riding crop in a way that made me think she was very familiar with this room, brown eyes blazing, she gently placed the tip on the leaking, bulbous head of my cock.
With a quick flick of her wrist Jane hit my cockhead, and only my cockhead, producing searing pain which spread through my body in a flash.
“Ow!” I complained looking at Jane’s lovely, rounded face for explanation.
None was forthcoming.
My cock began to soften.
“Look at my tits, Frank. It will help you to keep that cock of yours hard and make it an easier target for me. Believe me, Frank, you will will want to make things as easy as possible for me from now on,” Jane commanded with a ring of authority which thrilled me.
I obediently dropped my eyes from her face and stared intently at my former wife’s abundant breasts. The smooth, soft, white, natural globes with large, hard, dark brown nipples and surrounding areoles sagged some and flowed with each of Jane’s movements. I had always been transfixed by Jane’s massive tits, voraciously licking, sucking and nibbling on them in adoration during earlier, happier times.
I gasped in astonished pain as Jane flicked her riding crop hard on my exposed balls. Then quickly struck each of my small hard nipples.
Each blow produced its own level of pain which spread throughout my bound helpless body.
The repeated, unexpected sensations from a woman I had never thought I would see again caused my stiff rod to soften even more.
Jane grabbed my penis tightly in her left hand while beating my left thigh with the riding crop in her right as she hissed just inches from my face, “Your day of reckoning has come, birthday boy!”
I turned in helpless confusion to my present wife and Mistress, Doreen pleading with my eyes for an explanation.
“I told you times were going to get tougher,” was her smiling response.
Jane backed up a foot, still tightly clinging to my dick as she raised her riding crop to my head and guided my gaze back to her breasts.
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