“Don’t you dare stop fucking me!” Doreen yelled in disapproval from beneath me – raking her long red painted nails on my back and squeezing my dick with her remarkable vaginal muscles.
“Ow!” I moaned in combined pain and pleasure as I obediently rammed my cock into the warm wet clinging folds of Doreen’s cunt.
The respite now over, Jane brought the first of ten scheduled blows with the cane on my bruised butt counting, “One!”
“Oh god!” I yelped in pain.
“No my simpering husband, just your Lady Jane!” Jane laughed sarcastically, “Two!”
“Yes my Lady!” I cried in recognition of her status in my life and the continuing pain.
The brilliance of the selection and order of the implements of torture with which to inflict my just punishment had become quickly apparent. Though still feeling the soreness of the paddle, the cane excited an entirely different set of nerves sending hot, explosions through my body.
“Harder!” Doreen demanded of both Jane and I.
We both complied.
“Three!” Jane counted while I dove with renewed vigor into the liquid depth’s of Doreen’s hot twat.
Only the exquisite pleasure of plunging my dick into Doreen’s sacred hole kept my mind from being overwhelmed by the agony being wantonly inflicted by my wife.
I looked at Doreen’s sublime, lined face beneath me and knew she had just read my mind. She was going to make me cum – sooner rather than later – so that Jane could extract full, undiminished pain from my submissive body.
Jane continued the caning count as Doreen commanded, “Make me cum slave!”
Spurred by my Mistress’ command and Jane’s unrelenting assault and the feel of Doreen’s warm wet pussy, I ploughed harder and deeper.
Doreen began the practiced squeezing of her Kegel muscles, milking my cock for our mutual enjoyment.
“Four…..Five…..Six…..Seven!” Jane continued her relentless count and caning – my ass exploding with each blow.
But looking beneath me at my gorgeous, commanding, 75 year old Mistress I could see that Jane’s efforts – and mine – at bringing Doreen pleasure were having results.
“Ten!” Jane intoned, signaling the end of my caning.
Twenty ‘birthday spanks’ delivered, forty-seven to go! Though my punishment was richly deserved and I wanted to atone for my terrible treatment of my wife, I was sure I would never survive. Added to the horror of this realization was the vision of Jane, voluptuous, flushed with her exertion exchanging the cane for the cat o nine tails!
But when I saw Doreen and Jane share a knowing glance, my blood ran cold.
“One!” Jane called as the cat inflicted its multiple razor sharp pricks on my back – virgin territory so far and hence producing an entire new array of pain.
“Cum with me, Frank!” Doreen growled from beneath me.
Staring intently into my eyes she twisted my nipples in her long, red, lacquered nails – causing more pain to spread through my body – as she spurred on my efforts to bring us to orgasm. Doreen slammed her slit more violently into my cock, grasping it in a warm vice like grip, milking it.
I was lost!
I desperately wanted to delay my orgasm knowing that once spent and eating Doreen’s full cunt the pain inflicted by my Lady would be excruciating.
But both women knew I could not hold out. Doreen’s grey green eyes flashed as I helplessly drove my dick into and through the warm wet folds of her pussy – loving each second and driving us both toward sexual oblivion.
“Four!” Jane counted lashing me again with the cat, the pain mixing with the unbelievable pleasure of Doreen’s pussy.
“YES!” Doreen screamed as she came, clutching my cock with her cunt, pinning me to her with her claw like nails now embedded in my shoulders.
“Oh NO!” I wailed in ecstasy and despair as I began to spurt my seed deep into Doreen’s womb. No previous orgasm could compare. My hot semen erupted time after time into my Mistress’s pussy as my Lady continued her assault on my back with her cat.
When Jane reached “Ten!”, she laid the cat o nine tails on the counter and reached below my ass, squeezing my balls to ensure that every drop of my sperm entered the womb of the woman who had seduced and trained her husband!
My orgasm spent, still deeply embedded in her vagina, I collapsed on Doreen, her large breasts cushioning me. I looked at Doreen, her eyes peacefully closed, small tears running down her cheeks as she sobbed gently – a sure sign she had reached a massive climax. I was pleased that I could provide her such pleasure and kissed each of the tears from her cheeks.
After a few blissful moments, Doreen opened her eyes, smiled wickedly and said, “Time to clean up my slave.”
As Doreen began to push me down her luscious, sweat soaked body she allowed me to kiss and lick her skin even letting me suck momentarily on her nipples.
Jane gave my balls one last squeeze before walking to the counter, her high heels clicking ominously on the hard wood floor, to pick up the braided, short black leather whip.
I chanced a glance in the mirror and saw my now dominant wife – massive tits, black painted lips and nails, black 4″ spiked heels and black leather whip which she held tenderly and confidently in her hands – and saw a vision of my erotic and painful future. Though so recently drained, my small old cock twitched at this vision.
On my journey to clean my Mistress’s cunt, I licked and kissed her slightly rounded belly and probed her naval with my tongue. Doreen spread her smooth, muscular thighs wide to reveal her puffy, pink sexual jewel dripping with our combined juices.
“Eat me and make me cum again!” Doreen commanded.
I began to lick our mixed spend from the sheets and her thighs – my Mistress had taught me that no drop of her, mine or her other lovers sexual juices could be wasted.
“One!” Jane counted the first of her prescribed strokes with the whip. It landed on my thighs. The slight pause seemed to have rejuvenated my wife. The blow was hard and painful.
Doreen lifted and shifted her pelvis exposing her asshole to my heated gaze. I took a globe of her muscled ass in each hand supporting my Mistress’s treasured nether regions. Some of our combined juices had dribbled into her brown puckered orifice. It called to me!
I gently licked her anus clean, swallowing the goo collected there as I had been taught.
“Two!” Jane announced as her whip scored my helpless thighs again.
“Yes, slave!” Doreen moaned from above as my tongue probed her tangy nether hole.
“Three!” Jane called as her whip struck again. The impact, and my dark deviant desire, pushed my tongue past Doreen’s anal ring and into her anal chute.
“Worship my ass, Frank!” Doreen growled in pleasure.
Needing no further encouragement – though getting it in the form of Jane’s next lash – I stiffened my tongue and plunged it hilt deep locking my hungry lips to my Mistress’s smooth delectable butt skin, sucking it deeply.
“Five!” my wife announced as her whip fell again on my defenseless flesh.
“Good!” Doreen crooned as her anal muscles closed on my delightfully trapped tongue.
In helpless humiliation and lust I licked the soft, pungent tissues of Doreen’s anal canal in worship of the woman who six months earlier had seduced me from the the woman who now mercilessly whipped my thighs with a braided leather whip.
Jane finally called out “Ten!” and an end to this phase of my birthday ‘spanking’.
Too soon for me, Doreen released my tongue – which was beginning to ache from its enthusiastic exertions – grabbed my head with both her large, strong hands and pulled me toward her gaping, puffy, sloppy used cunt warning, “Don’t you dare miss a drop!”
During Jane’s transition from the whip to the riding crop, I had just a moment to assess my situation. I had endured 40 of the prescribed 67 ‘birthday blows’ at the obviously experienced hands of my wife; I was enthusiastically and humbly cleaning my Mistress’s ass of our combined cum; and was becoming hard at the prospect of even more pain and humiliation administered by the two women who so completely controlled my life. As Doreen had described to Jane earlier, no matter what they did to me, as their sex slave, I became aroused – helplessly, hopelessly enthralled by them.
“One!” my momentary ruminations ended abruptly as Jane cracked her riding crop on the sole of my right foot, opening up an entirely new front of pain on my tortured body.
“Make me cum with your tongue, slave!” Doreen hissed from above as she dragged my head and licking mouth towards her sloppy slit.
After six months of sadomasochistic love making, I knew every fold and crevice of my Mistress’s wonderful pussy. I used this hard won knowledge as I poked and prodded each puffy ridge for the glorious goo hidden there.
“Two” Jane took aim at my left sole.
“Good boy,” Doreen encouraged my lascivious licking of her labial and vaginal tissue.
Jane was now alternating my soles as the targets of her frightfully accurate crop.
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