He locked me in the stocks, bent over and hit my bum with a cane. Each blow was painful. I cried. I felt cold on my bum and up my bumhole before feeling something big and warm in there. I had to beg him to use my pussy and my friend Slag beseech him to make me come, she called me names. All this made me have the best orgasm of my life, absolutely fucking wonderful. Worth going through all the humiliation, do it again tomorrow Sir, and pain. I came a second time before the first had died down.
He pulled out and went right into my bum, that made me shout. He fucked me hard until he came and I fucking loved it. I sucked his cock straight out of my bum and Slag put her tongue up my bum and licked up his cum. I’m ready for bed now please Sir, I tried to send the message.
Master
I unfastened Slut and had them both stand to attention in front of me. I picked up the leashes and led them into the lounge. You look good in those stockings and shoes, I think you should keep them on, although if you are going to share my bed those shoes could be dangerous so as you get into bed you will take them off. You will not put your stocking feet on the floor. If you get up for a pee you will wear your shoes.”
“Yes, Sir,” they echoed.
“Slag bend over, I assume you don’t want to have that plug in all night?”
“No, Sir,” she sounded relieved.
“Slut take the plug out of your friends arse with your teeth.”
“Yes Sir,” she sounded almost keen. She knelt behind Slag, bit into the plug and pulled it out.
“Put it in the sink in the playroom, tomorrow you will be cleaning it all up.” I had finished my whisky so sent Slag to give me a refill, telling her to get drinks for themselves. I do enjoy watching them walking about naked in those ridiculous heels. Their legs look so much better and their pussy is pushed out, almost as much fun as watching them crawl. I heard Slut’s bells as she returned and thought I should take them off. Slag came in with the drinks and handed them out.
“Slag sit next to me, Slut kneel between my legs.” I unclipped the tit bells giving Slut a bit of a shock as the blood rushed back into her nipples. “Sit on the other side,” I ordered her and we sat quietly enjoying our drinks, they both leaned against me. Hands were migrating towards my cock.
When we had finished our drinks I said “Time for bed but first across my knee Slag.” With her head in Slut’s groin I smacked her arse, not too hard but enough to make it red. “Okay get ready you can share my bed, no funny business.” I sent them to the bathroom while I went to the ensuite. I was in bed before them.
The following morning I was up early as usual and made my morning mug of tea. I had things to prepare this morning, firstly I took blankets, water, candles, and sandwiches which Sasha had made to the shed. Shed is under selling it, it is more than a shed, made of solid wood with no windows and currently empty.
I collected cuffs, gags and two long sleeved tee shirts. After all this effort I treated myself to another mug of tea. I had only just finished this one when I heard the girls coming in, wearing their heels. “Make a brew,” I said, handing my mug to them. We sat and drank our tea. “Girls you are naked we can’t have you walking about with only your stockings on, here put these on.” I handed them the tee shirts and they put them on. Okay they were a bit tight and the girls needed to adjust their tits which were compressed a little.
“Put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles,” I handed them out. We had another mug of tea before I led them into the playroom. Slag, wash the butt plugs, Slut, lay on that bench.” I clipped her arms and legs to ropes hanging from the ceiling, her back on the bench. I put a strap holding her waist tight to the bench.
Slag had finished so I lay her on top of Slut so her pussy was over Sluts mouth and her mouth over Sluts pussy. I clipped her cuffs to the bench legs. Using three straps at hip, waist and chest level I forced their bodies close together. Almost done, I tied Slut’s hair to a length of rope and lifted her head with it so her mouth was directly on Slag’s pussy. Similarly I tied Slag’s hair and pulled her head down until she was on Slut’s pussy.
I stood back and admired my handiwork. All I had to do now was wait for the mugs of tea to work through. I went into the lounge, sat in front of the TV and watched a film, while keeping my eye on the computer screen which had the pictures from the camera in the playroom.
Slag
Sir was gone when I woke up, I shook Slut and we got into our shoes without touching the floor. I played ‘The floor is lava’ a few years ago. We tidied up, peed and cleaned our teeth before going into the lounge. Sir handed his mug and we sat drinking tea. He gave us two identical white, long sleeved tee shirts, they were tight on us. I had to put my hand up to straighten my boobs. Slut had the same problem.
Wearing padded cuffs on our wrists and ankles we went into the playroom. I had to clean up and wash the butt plugs, not a pleasant task. I finished and went to Sir who had tied Slut to a bench, I was made to lay on top of her and arms and legs secured. Tight bands around my chest, waist and bum forced us closer together, we could hardly move. I could feel Slut against my pussy. My hair was tied and my head forced down onto her pussy.
Her pussy did not smell very pleasant but I don’t suppose mine does. Sir left the room. We were silent wondering when he would be back. “What are we to do now, do you think?” I asked in a voice muffled by pussy
“I don’t know, we can’t do much, I can hardly move,” she replied.
“I don’t know that I should say this but when you talk it sends lovely vibrations through my pussy.” I offered.
“Me too, perhaps we should stop talking.”
“Perhaps not,” I said with feeling.
“Can I ask what your name is? I don’t like calling you or thinking of you as Slut even if I have to do it while Sir is around.” She asked.
“Anita, I don’t think Sir knows my name, What is yours?”
“Heather. Sir does know mine but I think he prefers Slag. Anita I think we should use our real names when we are alone.
“I agree, Heather.”
“We daren’t come without permission,” she haltingly put forward. Fuck I know she’s right but there could be worse ways to pass the time and Sluts pussy smell was a little fresher.
“You are right I will try to keep quiet but just think what humming could do,” I laughed. We remained quiet for what seemed like an eternity, I was glad we had the tee shirts on as we were both sweating.
“I hope he comes back soon. I need a pee,” Slut said. This of course put me in the same state. Then it dawned on me!
“Shit, that is his intention, we are here until we have both peed on each other. He promised us humiliation and what is more humiliating than being peed on and peeing on your friend?”
“Oh, no he wouldn’t do that, would he?”
“Yes he would and there is nothing we can do about it.”
“We could shout and ask him to undo us,” said Slut hopefully.
“It may feel like you’re doing something but you know it would be a complete waste of time and effort,” I replied. We were silent for a while. “We are going to have to do it, do you think we could do it together?” I don’t know if I could do it at will.
“I don’t know, oh shit, how did I let myself get in this situation,” she started crying. Poor Anita, I felt sorry for her, I felt sorry for me, her tears started me crying.
Slut
“Sorry,” She said as she started to pee. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it, it wouldn’t stay in any longer.
“It’s okay,” I managed to stutter while spitting out piss. I tried to keep my mouth shut although some went in. Most of her pee went over my face, into my hair and on the floor. Some went up my nose, I had to try to blow it out but it made me cough which made me pee. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I attempted to say as I spluttered.
Slag
It came as expected, all over my face, into my mouth which I closed as quickly as possible. We lay there wet and smelly for quite a while longer.
Master
I watched them struggle first with the realisation and then with the fact of the piss. Half an hour later I went in. “Oh dear girls what a mess, we had better get cleaned up,” I started untying them. When I had freed them both I made them lift the bench and move it to the side. “Now the floor’s all wet, you better clean it. You can lick it up or roll in it soaking the pee up with your tee shirts.” They elected to roll in it.
When the tee shirts were fully soaked I attached the leashes to their collars and led them crawling all the way to the shed and put them in. “I think it’s disgusting that you go about without knickers,” taking two pairs out of my pocket I threw them in the shed. I had lit a couple of dozen candles so they could see what was happening. I shut and locked the door.
I watched them on my computer again, having a hidden mini camera affixed to the wall. It was just a matter of waiting for dark.
Slag
This is fucking disgusting soaked in pee and then made to roll in it on the floor, our tee shirts were soaked. We absolutely stank, I could hardly stand being with myself let alone Anita. He obviously smiled as he made us do these humiliating things. He put the leashes back on us and we crawled out having our bare bums smacked with a riding crop.
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