“You want them don’t you Frank?”
“Yes!” I whispered.
“Yes, my Lady!” Jane snapped as she brought her crop down hard on my left thigh before placing it on the counter.
“Yes, my Lady!” I replied urgently.
“Better, Frank,” Jane cooed as she renewed her hand’s working of my cock.
“You look so confused, Frank,” Jane said with a hint of feigned sympathy.
“It’s time to set you straight. But remember, you can not cum without MY permission!” Jane emphasized the ‘my’ by grabbing my sore balls in her right hand giving them a squeeze.
“Yes, my Lady,” I replied docilly continuing to stare at Jane’s wondrous tits.
“Good boy,” Jane confirmed.
“First, you are now and have always been my husband! The paperwork for our divorce has not been submitted – yet – to the state. All ‘our’ property is however, now ‘mine’! That paperwork WAS submitted to the state. I contracted Doreen to train you as a sex slave, MY sex slave – $20,000 for six months – which you payed for by the way! Today is your graduation day as well as your birthday!” Jane explained slowly and clearly, not even reminding me to look at her breasts as my eyes inevitably searched her face for the truth of all she said.
The truth was there.
I chanced a look at Doreen who said with an enigmatic smile, “Every word your wife said is true. That was the deal.”
“There’s more,” Jane began again as I turned back to look in my wife’s eyes trying to process all that was happening. “Doreen has been helping me explore my dominant sexual side. We have agreed to share you as our mutual sex slave – she as your Mistress, me as your wife!”
“Now back to gazing longingly at my tits,” Jane ended.
I lowered my eyes from Jane’s determined face and was fascinated once again by the size, shape, color and texture of my wife’s breasts.
Jane had continued to work both my cock and balls during her explanation keeping me very aroused but well below the threshold of cumming. She continued this silently, giving me a chance to understand the past six months and my present situation.
I had started this journey wanting exactly what Jane was now offering – a chance to be her chastised, cuckolded, sex slave husband. But I knew so much more now than I did then. I knew at least a part of what the reality would be as opposed to the fantasy. I didn’t know what Jane had in store for me, but I had a feeling the next few hours would give me a clue.
Doreen interrupted my reverie, “But you have to atone for the horrid way you have treated your loving, loyal wife.”
“For years you denied Jane the sexual pleasure she so rightly deserved as you pursued your masochistic sexual fantasies. You weren’t even honest enough to share them with her! You searched out a dominant woman to gratify your needs, thinking not at all of hers. You then deeply wounded and humiliated her by brusquely choosing to follow your dominant mistress and abandoning your wife. Then, for six long months you never reached out to her or even offered an explanation, leaving Jane to handle the mess you left behind by herself – confused and hurt. Now, if you want a second – totally undeserved by the way – chance of happiness with Jane you must accept the punishment she prescribes,” Doreen finished her statement with righteous indignation in her voice.
During Doreen’s completely justified tongue lashing, I hadn’t dared to look up at either her or Jane. I kept my eyes fixed on Jane’s magnificent mammaries. But her words stung, the more so because they were true. Tears gathered in my eyes and a few slipped down my red, shamed cheeks. My cock wilted in Jane’s hand.
Finally, I dared to look at Jane. Her face was composed as she waited patiently for me to speak.
“I am so sorry my Lady, for everything,” I said hardly able to control my voice. Looking into her large liquid brown eyes I continued, “I accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate to start atonement for my shabby behavior towards you.”
To my everlasting relief and gratitude, Jane smiled back warmly and simply said, “That’s a good start, Frank.”
“Thank you,” was all I could utter.
“Don’t thank me until after your birthday beating and after your birthday present,” Jane laughingly responded with determination in her voice.
“Let’s get this birthday party started with a game,” Doreen said.
“I love party games!” Jane added.
And with that declaration, Doreen descended on my right side and Jane on my left. Jane unwrapped the leather strap from my scrotal sac allowing my balls some much appreciated relief. The women efficiently released me from the cross and walked my stiff body to Doreen’s oversized bed.
“I owe you 67 ‘spanks’ on your birthday my husband,” Jane quipped as she led me by my small deflated dick to the cabinets and counter which ran along one wall. On the counter were implements to literally strike pain and fear into any victim. There were six: a thick, lacquered wooden paddle; a slender bamboo cane; a cat-o-nine-tails with small metal spikes at the end of each lash; a braided leather whip; a black riding crop and a red leather flogger.
I gasped as I took in this array of ‘toys’, clearly carefully selected for my well deserved punishment. Doreen had used each of these – and more – on me during my six months of voluntary servitude. But never all at once! And never wielded by a woman with such a just cause to produce maximum effect as my wife Jane now had!
Jane began gently tweaking my cock as she said, “You’re correct Frank. These are all for you – and me – and Doreen. The rules are simple. I will hit you with each of these 10 times. I will deliver the last seven blows with whatever toy I choose at the very end,” Jane chuckled.
“But your wife showed real creativity by adding the following: she will beat you while you fuck me,” Doreen added. “The pleasure of your small prick in my voracious cunt will help you handle the pain, until you cum of course. And you WILL cum in me!” Doreen added with deadly certainty.
“Once you have emptied those swollen balls into your Mistress’s pussy, you will give her more of the pleasure she so richly deserves by eating and sucking your sperm and her juice into your worshiping mouth – all while I continue with your punishment!” Jane concluded.
Jane’s hand and their combined description of my upcoming ordeal stiffened my cock.
Wasting no time, Doreen propped her head and neck on large pillows, spreading her arms and legs in welcome. Jane handed my dick off to Doreen who positioned it just outside her wet, pink pussy. I gazed in passionate longing at Doreen, huge mature breasts pulled to either side by gravity, her gold chain and brass key nestled in their incredible valley, my penis poised to enter her sacred chamber awaiting only a signal.
It came in the form of a withering blow from the wooden panel on my exposed ass, driving my hardened prick deep into Doreen’s heated vault.
“One!” Jane called.
“Yes,” Doreen uttered in answer.
“Oof!” was my guttural response to both the heavy pain of the paddle and the incredible joy of penetrating Doreen’s practiced pussy.
Doreen had designed and I had help build this soundproof torture chamber with mirrors strategically placed throughout. Just beyond Doreen’s lovely, lined face I could watch Jane ready the next blow.
Before it hit, Doreen raised her pelvis onto my small spear pushing out my ass, making it an easier and more inviting target for Jane.
Jane complied with gusto pounding my exposed buttocks with obvious pleasure as she counted, “Two!”
“Good,” Doreen commented as my cock plunged fully into her heated depths.
My pain and pleasure were both compounded by this second blow.
The diabolical nature of this ‘party game’ devised by my wife had become apparent. I desperately needed the incredible pleasure of fucking my Mistress Doreen to offset the terrible pain being righteously inflicted by my Wife, Lady Jane. This was only blow number two, sixty-five more to go! I had to delay cumming as long as possible.
“Smack!” I heard the paddle hit and felt the fire simultaneously as Jane developed a wicked rhythm.
“Three!” came Jane’s call.
“Harder!” encouraged Doreen.
I starred in disbelief at the beautiful aged face of the woman I had served as slave and husband for six months – why had she egged on my actual wife to inflict more pain on my already aching ass?
Our eyes locked and I knew – the harder Jane hit my ass, the harder and deeper my prick would rake Doreen’s hot, wet, tight cunt and the more pleasure Doreen would feel! Also, Doreen enjoyed the spectacle of pain inflicted on me by my wife – both trained by Doreen herself!
“Four!” Jane called in time to the paddle’s torture.
Incredibly she had hit me harder! I collapsed forward onto my Mistress’s bounteous breasts as my ever harder cock pushed further into her pussy. My face lay on Doreen’s shoulder, her mouth by my right ear, her face blocked from Jane’s view by my head.
“You will always be MINE!” Doreen hissed in my ear, though purposely inaudible to Jane.
Doreen pushed me off her chest like a rag doll as I mouthed the words I’d learned so well over the past six months, “Yes, Mistress!”
My ass was once again in position to receive my wife’s withering blow.
“Five!” she called as I yowled in new pain as the edge of the paddle smacked into my balls.
Doreen and I began to establish a fucking rhythm in synchrony with Jane’s attack – two thrusts of my dick into Doreen’s voracious cunt for each of Jane’s vicious blows.
Before Jane reached her requisite ten blows with the paddle, I had begun to sink into the pain laced nirvana of subspace where the feelings of delight merged with those of agony leaving the victim – willing or unwilling – wanting only more of the dual sensations regardless of consequence.
“Ten!” I heard my vengeful wife intone as the last of the prescribed paddle blows racked my ass. My mind had drifted as my body was completely controlled by the two mature dominant women of my life.
I looked into the mirror over the bed to see Jane flushed with the effort and sadistic joy of punishing my bum. She was stunning – her large brown eyes glued to the reddened and already swollen cheeks of my ass, her massive tits providing a deep valley to hold the gold chain and brass key to the lock on my collar, standing tall in her 4″ black spiked heels – I couldn’t help but stare in hopeless love and admiration as she paused to exchange the paddle for the cane!
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