This is a story that I wrote for the enjoyment of adults. Hope you enjoy it if you're 21 or more. Any feedback or comments can be sent to me at 4play@comcast.net

  

Date Night 4

by Mwmsissy

   

It had been two weeks since our wild weekend with Rachel and Jerry. They and my wife Chris had turned me into a total sex slave, using me for their sexual pleasure. I was made to dress like a woman and sexually used as a woman. My ass had been dildo raped by both women as well as Jerry's actual rape. They made me lick pussy for hours, often while filled with semen. I lost track of how many times I'd been forced to suck Jerry's cock; sometimes until he came in my mouth, other times just to get him hard for the ladies pleasure. One way or another, I'd been coerced into swallowing every drop of semen expended that weekend, even my own.

All My life "cocksucker" had been a terrible insult; now I was one! The girls were referred to as Mistress Chris and Mistress Rachel the entire weekend. Jerry had been called 'Slave ', while they had given me a slave name of 'Slut'. They had used me as a slave with no regard for my pleasure, being forced to satisfy their every whim. While serving two Mistresses had been one of my fantasies, things had gone way past my vision of such a scene. Even Slave had used me as his sex toy! I had certainly been made to live up to the name of Slut!

At the end of my degrading ordeal, Mistress Rachel had invited us to a party at their house in two weeks. Chris had accepted without consulting me, considering that a frivolous act for a Mistress. I had wished she had consulted me; I would have declined that invitation. One weekend of total humiliation was quite enough! While it been a total turn-on for Chris being a powerful Mistress served by two slaves, I had experienced only pain and degradation. I was hoping to never see Rachel and Jerry again. They had been instrumental in my degradation causing me to fear having to repeat what had been a miserable experience. Besides, I was ashamed to face them after what they'd seen me do.

Several years ago I had promised Chris that I would be her slave twice a month. Since I had some submissive fantasies I wanted to explore, it was an easy enough thing to pledge. I had eagerly awaited our Date Nights, when we would play our kinky sex games. Chris had been a very reluctant participant at first, but had found that she loved having a slave to use for household chores and as her personal sex toy. Now she looked forward to Date Nights and I had come to dread them. There was no way she would let me weasel out of my rash vow. On Date Night I was her slave, the rest of the time our relationship was normal. A weird arrangement, but I was stuck with it!

Chris and I hadn't spoken a word about our wild weekend since it happened. Our lives returned to normal on the surface, but I was having a hard time dealing with my feelings. The bisexual aspects bothered me a lot since I had always been straight. Only the fact that I had been forced into acts personally repugnant to me, made my memories somewhat bearable. Since Chris had enjoyed herself so much, I knew I'd need to work on adopting a slave's accepting attitude to survive any future games. There certainly were more to come in my future.

Any faint hopes that Chris had forgotten about the party disappeared when she phoned me from work saying,"I'll be leaving work shortly; You'd better get ready. Remember we have a party to go to tonight." The sweetness in her voice was meant for anyone in her office who might overhear her side of the conversation. Realizing she was unable to speak freely, I asked,"Do you mean for me to get ready as Slut?" She replied sweetly,"Yes Dear, that's what I mean; see you soon." and hung up on me.

Damn, I'd really need to hustle to get ready before she came home! I stripped off my regular clothes and got into the shower to begin shaving my body. Slut was required to be completely hairless from the neck down. Chris felt it kept me feeling submissive, and she was right. Anybody seeing my body would immediately know that I was owned by some Mistress, as a man would normally be hirsute. Fortunately the shaving went quickly as I had completely shaved only two weeks before, and I normally wasn't very hairy to begin with.

After washing carefully and toweling myself dry, I rubbed the sweet smelling lotion all over my skin. Chris had told me that a lady should have nice soft skin, and insisted that Slut use this particular lotion. Normally I don't even put on suntan lotion as I despise the oily feel of it, but orders are orders so I rubbed the lotion into my skin.

I painted my toenails with the garish red polish Chris had selected for me and while they dried applied my makeup. The long fake eyelashes were glued in place and a heavy coat of mascara used to enhance their appearance. The eyeliner, and blue eyeshadow went on much easier these days. At first I could hardly manage to get it on as I am very sensitive around my eyes, but over the many months of doing this twice a month, I was getting quite good at it! The eyebrow pencil was used to darken and lengthen my eyebrows.

Once the eyes were done I put on a base coat and then some rouge to emphasize my cheekbones. Red lipstick was put on my lips in a heavy coat. Chris had chosen my makeup to stress the sluttiness of my appearance, and it surely did that. When I was fully made up I looked like some cheap hooker! She'd told me," Since you are going to be used as my slutty bitch, You might as well look the part." While I disliked looking like this, it did help me get into my Slut role and Mistress had ordered it.

Using strips of duct tape I formed my chest meat into those petite feminine breasts that Chris loved to play with. They had grown over the years of her sucking on them and pulling on my nipples. I had grown to love her doing that so much that now I was unable to climax without that added stimulation! I was totally dependant on her for my sexual release. With such complete control so easily gained by using my nipples, Chris seldom needed to use the ropes or chains anymore.

I got out my frilly white nippleless bra and put it on concealing the tape, but leaving my nipples exposed. They were already erect and protruded sexily through the holes in the fabric. The matching Panties and garter belt went on next. I opened a new pair of white mesh stockings and carefully rolled each one up my smooth legs, and hooked them to the garter belt. After stepping into my black, toeless, 4" high-heeled shoes, I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I did have nice legs and a cute ass!

Taking my long wig from it's form, I put it on and brushed it a bit. Smiling I thought," It wouldn't be too much longer and I won't need to wear this hot wig." The girls had decided that my hair should be allowed to grow long enough to be styled in a feminine fashion. The very idea of both Mistresses giving me a permanent sent a wave of submissive pleasure over me.

My frilly French Maid dress was the next thing I donned. It was very short and barely covered my buns. Any time I bent over my panties would show. I put on a dainty pair of earrings and the black velvet choker necklace with the white bow. The little French maid cap completed my Slut outfit. I had been transformed from a normal man into the sissy sex slave Slut!

The final step was to put on the long fake fingernails. I always saved them for last, since wearing them made the rest of the transformation process too difficult. My own fingernails were long enough to polish, but Chris insisted that I wear these extra long fake ones to increase my helplessness. They made even simple tasks more difficult. Besides she liked the way they looked on me. Once they were glued on, I painted them to match my toenails and I was ready. Mistress would be pleased!

Just then I heard Chris walk into the house from the garage. Damn, if I'd only had a few more minutes more I could have greeted her at the door presenting her a glass of wine. Mistress always loved that demonstration of servitude so much, and I knew she was displeased when it wasn't there. It wasn't my fault, she should have given me more time. The transformation to Slut took quite a bit of time and she should know that.

Chris was carrying some bags which I took from her and set them on the counter. She smiled at me and said,"You look very pretty Slut, good job." I helped her off with her coat and hung it up before serving her a glass of wine. She took it and told me, " take my bags into the bedroom, but don't look in them...I have a surprise for you." "Yes Mistress." I replied and started to obey when she added," Stay in there until I get through with my call to Mistress Rachel." I muttered another,"Yes Mistress.", picked up the sacks and carried them to the bedroom. It wasn't fair to be treated like a child, after all the trouble I'd gone through getting ready, but as her slave I wasn't entitled to fairness.

After about a half an hour of conversation, Chris finally came to the bedroom and asked,"Did You douche Slut?" I was puzzled by her question, but replied," No Mistress, I never douche." She looked at me in a condescending manner asking," Oh Slut, do I have to show you everything a girl should know?" She reached into one of her sacks and pulled out an enema bag. Ordering, "Take off your panties dearie; your Mistress will show you this time." she went to fill the bag. THIS TIME? That meant that she was planning to add another chore to the "get ready" process. I pulled down my panties and stepped out of them.

Chris returned holding the full enema bag and told me," Bend over and grab your ankles slave, you do want to be clean for tonight's party, don't you?" I muttered," Yes Mistress." and complied. She inserted the nozzle in my anus and released the clip flooding my insides with warm soapy water. I felt an instant need for relief, but she kept me standing there for at least five minutes before allowing me to hobble into the bathroom.

The embarrassing noises made as my burden was released, caused Chris to laugh at my discomfort which only increased my humiliation. The cramps soon subsided, but it seemed to take forever before there was nothing left to expel. I washed my bottom and returned to the bedroom to find Mistress already dressed.

Mistress Chris was wearing a black leather halter top which pushed her magnificent breasts up very alluringly. Her black leather skirt came to mid-thigh. She had high black leather spike-heeled boots that went up beneath her skirt. I was stunned by her beauty! She looked every bit the dominatrix I wanted to serve. I was so lucky to have such a wonderful mistress! For years I had wanted her to buy such garments, but she always thought spending money on clothes she couldn't wear to work a foolish waste. After one weekend with Mistress Rachel, she had thrown caution to the winds and bought this wonderful outfit.

She motioned for me to kneel in front of her and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties! I kissed her wonderful pussy and Mistress Chris was pleased by this sign of my submission. " You are such a good slave Slut, I have a present for you." She said reaching into her bag. She pulled out a lace-up corset ordering me," Take off your dress and I'll help you into this." I quickly obeyed and soon was laced very tightly into the corset. Breathing was difficult and I wondered how I would be able to move while wearing it. Mistress Chris praised," Darling, it does wonders for your figure!" I looked in the full length mirror and saw that she was right. It did improve my figure, and if it pleased Mistress I would manage somehow. I put my dress back on.

Mistress now handed me a butt plug and a jar of KY jelly saying," Put this in your cunt Slut; it'll loosen you up for later." I greased up the plug and forced it inside me embarrassed that she was watching this process. She smiled pleasantly saying, "Isn't it nice of me to be so considerate that I allow you to prepare yourself and thereby avoid some of the pain associated with anal rape?" I replied," Yes Mistress, that's very kind of you." and meant it. If my ass was going to be raped, it would help to have it prelubricated and loosened.

As I reached for my panties, Mistress commanded,"Leave them off tonight, I want to have your cute slave ass totally accessible to me and my friends." I shuddered to think of countless hands fondling my bare bottom, and worse; but merely dropped the panties on the bed. Mistress motioned for me to follow her, so of course, I did.

We went to the hall closet where Mistress donned her long leather coat and handed me a short cape to wear. She looked wonderful, I looked very skimpily clad. Indeed I was! With my bare bottom barely covered, I knew that every little breeze would immediately be felt. I prayed that we wouldn't have to walk very far from where we parked to get to the party. Bad enough to be dressed like this without freezing or having to meet strangers on the street.

Mistress pointed to the overnight bag on the floor of the closet and ordered," Bring that slave. Mistress Rachel told me a Mistress always has a few toys along with her, so I packed a few things." I picked up the bag and followed her into the garage. Naturally she was going to drive, so I got in on the passenger side. The seat was cold on my bare bottom, but my shivers were mostly due to nervous apprehension of what lie ahead. I didn't know what would happen, but was sure that it would not be pleasant for me.

Mistress drove expertly the few miles to the party, following Mistress Rachel's directions like a born navigator. I was very nervous about being outside our house for the first time dressed as Slut. What if we got into an accident, or had a flat tire, or any number of unforseen things which would expose my humiliating condition?

Mistress fondled my genitals with one hand as she drove asking," You are going to be a good slave tonight, aren't you Slut?" I answered, "Yes Mistress." She continued." I want you to obey without question any order you are given. Don't embarrass me in front of the other Mistresses or Masters who will be there or you will be very severely punished." This threat surprised me, as our game didn't include a lot of pain. Some of Mistress Rachel's ways were clearly rubbing off on her. I pledged," Mistress I will be very obedient. You will be proud to show off how well trained your slave is." And I meant it! My Mistress would not look foolish in front of the others by having an errant slave. I would do my best to make her proud!

We arrived at the party location without incident, and found a place to park only a few doors down the block. Mistress told me, "Bring the bag slave, it's party time." I grabbed the bag and followed her closely up to the house, where Mistress rang the bell. Jerry answered the door and ushered us in. He was dressed in an outfit almost the twin to mine, and obviously in his Slave role. He curtsied to Mistress saying," Welcome to Mistress Rachel's domain Mistress Chris." He helped her off with her coat and hung it in the closet as Mistress Rachel appeared. She immediately gave Chris a big hug and kissed her warmly.

After a few minutes of caressing and greeting they parted and Mistress Rachel told Slave," Take Slut's cape and hang it up." He stepped behind me and removed my cape, taking the liberty of reaching one hand under my dress to fondle my bare buns before hanging it up. It was apparent that he still thought I was his "girlfriend" and open to his full use. I had been hoping that was a one time thing.

Mistress Rachel looked at me critically for a few moments before saying, " It's nice to see you again Slut, Mistress Chris has done a good job of making such a worthless slave look presentable." Mistress Chris indeed; I had gotten ready all by myself and it angered me not to get credit for it. I didn't show my anger, but merely said," Yes Mistress Rachel." I noticed Mistress Chris smile discretely, and knew she was pleased with my answer. Mistress Rachel took Chris's hand in hers and led her into the living room while Slave and I followed obediently.

The living room was one of those large rooms associated with mansions of the late nineteenth century. Sitting on the couches and fine leather chairs were two Masters and two more Mistresses. Their status was instantly apparent since they were all dressed in black leather outfits and comfortably seated. Their slaves either knelt at their feet or stood respectfully behind them. The slaves wore mostly frilly, skimpy outfits except for one girl who was naked wearing only painful looking nipple clamps. Her pussy was shaved adding to her naked, helpless appearance; and her petite body had several welts as evidence of her Master's displeasure.

Mistress Rachel started the introductions saying," Let me present Mistress Chris to you Masters and my fellow Mistresses, she has only one incompletely trained slave, but she has great potential and is a fantastic partner in bed!" Mistress Chris announced," This is Slut, it is a pretty good slave and I hereby give my permission for you to use it for any purpose you might desire." I cringed inwardly since I had trusted Mistress to protect me from the others possible excessive mistreatment and she had so nonchalantly given me over to them. As previously instructed by slave, I smiled sweetly and gave a little curtsy to the Dominant ones.

Master Jack arose, kissed Chris's hand gallantly and said," Pleased to meet you Chris, I'm sure we'll get to be very good friends." He was a big man and with his imposing presence augmented by his leather outfit seemed to personify the title Master. He gave a quick wave to the naked girl and she moved to kneel before Chris kissing her feet. Master Jack told Chris," This is slave M, and she is of course at your service. You may beat her, or order her to do anything you choose." Chris said," Thank you Jack, that's very nice of you." and kissed him warmly on the mouth.

Sir William was next to greet Chris. He was no bigger than I, but exuded that quiet confidence of someone who knew that any commands he gave would be obeyed. Standing in my Slut outfit, I envied this man who took what ever he wanted from any slave. He presented his slave "Cunt" to Chris. "This is slave Cunt, Chris and I offer her for your use any way you see fit." he said and followed that with," She is quite well trained and has served me well; I'm sure that you will be pleased with her performance." Slave Cunt was a larger woman, a bit on the heavy side. She wore a very short skirt, that didn't even cover her shaved pussy, and a push-up bra that left her pierced nipples exposed. She also knelt and kissed Chris's feet to demonstrate her submission to a Mistress. Chris thanked Sir William and kissed him as a sign of solidarity amongst Dominants.

Mistress Goddess now came up to embrace and kiss Chris as a warm welcome to their group. She said," Rachel has raved about how wonderful you are, we'll have to get together a little later." She then presented her slave Twink. He was a middle-aged man, with a bit of a paunch, dressed as a harem slave wearing baggy red silk pants, a matching vest with no shirt underneath, and purple slippers that curled up at the toes. Like all of us slaves; he looked ridiculous. It must have been some understanding among the Dominants that a slave be dressed in such a degrading fashion to keep them subservient. Along with the slave name it seemed to be very effective; I know how submissive I felt in my role as Slut! As Twink knelt to kiss Chris's feet, his vest opened and I noticed that his nipples were also pierced with rings in them.

The final Mistress to welcome Chris was Mistress Zelda, a very tall, large framed, well built woman. She must be a weight lifter, I decided by looking at her muscles. I knew that I would have been no match for her in a struggle, she could have easily overpowered me. She had a cruel look about her, and the whip she carried coiled over her shoulder made me fear her all the more. If this powerful woman ever unleashed her fury the consequences would be severe indeed! I vowed not to displease her.

Zelda hugged Chris and presented her slave Becky for Chris's use. Becky was a short young man, made to look like a girl. He wore a ballerina's tutu with no panties. Like me, his body was totally shaved; a status that seemed to be the norm for slaves. when he knelt to kiss Chris's feet, I was startled to see tattooed on his bare bottom; "Zelda's Slave." ! These people weren't playing a game, they were very serious about their lifestyle! I had gotten myself into a situation where my fantasies seemed very tame by comparison to what was likely to occur. Every instinct cried out for me to run, but I realized the folly of that course of action. They could have easily caught me and administered severe punishment. Besides, where would I go dressed like this? With no money or car keys in a bad neighborhood; I was probably better off staying here and hoping for the best.

With the introductions complete, Mistress Rachel announced that supper was nearly ready and that the Dominants, could go into the dining room to be served. She said Slave and slave M have been working all day to prepare a feast worthy of them. She asked," Jack and Zelda would you mind taking Slut to the Playroom so she will be ready for her initiation ceremony?" They replied in unison," We'd be glad to Rachel, we'll be right back up to eat."

Master Jack and Mistress Zelda moved to either side of me and escorted me down the basement to the Playroom. I should have known, the Playroom was a fully equipped dungeon! Mistress Zelda told me,"Take off your pretty dress Slut and hang it up over there on one of those hooks." With both of those large menacing Doms glaring at me I didn't hesitate to obey. When I had hung my dress up I quickly returned to their sides. They took me by the hands and led me to a table with bright lights overhead, where I was made to lie down on my back. They efficiently strapped my hands with leather straps affixed to the base of the table. Several leather straps secured my body to the table. My feet were placed in stirrups like those in a doctors office and strapped in place. A leather hood was pulled over my head and strapped firmly in place. Master Jack said, "Make yourself comfortable Slut, your initiation will begin after we have eaten. This hood will keep the bright lights from bothering your eyes." Mistress Zelda whispered huskily in my ear," I'll be back to see you later Slut; this is going to be a night you will never forget." With these remarks they left me in helpless bondage and went off to enjoy their meal.

I had thought myself ready for anything after the weekend with Rachel and Jerry, but now seriously worried what kind of things my initiation would involve that would require such strict bondage. I could faintly hear their cheerful voices coming from their feast, they seemed to be having a good time up there. My fears magnified during the two hours or so that I lay helplessly awaiting my fate, until I was in a near panic by the time I heard someone enter the room.

Wordlessly someone straddled my face and forced me to lick her pussy. It had to be Mistress Goddess, I reasoned; there was pubic hair, so it couldn't be either of the slave girls. I already knew the taste of Mistress Chris and Mistress Rachel, and it was neither of them. The person wasn't large enough to be Mistress Zelda; leaving Mistress Goddess to be the owner of the pussy I was slurping. My freedom might be gone, but I could still think!

While I was so engaged, I felt some hands remove my butt plug which I was thankful for; until it was replaced with a real cock. Suddenly I realized my initiation would be to service every one of the Doms. Well I would show them that I could handle that! After the way I had been used two weeks before, I knew I could. The thrusting strokes of the cock in my ass were matched by the hip thrusts of Mistress Goddess riding my face, so I adjusted my tongue's tempo accordingly. The two Dominants reached orgasm simultaneously; a clear demonstration that they had practiced this routine on other occasions.

The pussy lifted from my face and was shortly replaced with a slimy cock put to my lips for cleaning. I dutifully licked it clean, thankful now for the enema that had cleaned me out. At least there was no shit on it this time! Mistress had been right to administer it!

Even before I had finished cleaning one cock, I felt the intrusion of another entering my ass. Strapped immobile as I was, I could do nothing to avoid being ravished again. Another pussy was soon astride my face, Mistress Rachel. I recognized the taste of her pussy when it was filled with Slave's semen, as it was now. She must have been serviced by him already. Once more my mouth and ass were both engaged to make me an unwilling middleman in a perverse three way encounter.

The rampaging cock now raping my ass was significantly larger than the previous one, so I assumed it belonged to Master Jack. Despite the larger size it moved inside my well lubricated ass fairly easily. Although this dual ravishment, following so soon after the other, was stretching my endurance to the limit; I kept thinking that this was four down and only two left to go. One to go really, since I figured that Mistress Chris would be gentle with me. At last they were finished with their tandem ride and after the usual cleanup they left. I lay there still secured to the table, a horrible taste in my mouth, my ass sore and oozing slime, exhausted but happy that my initiation was nearly completed.

My sense of time had deserted me, but it seemed like a long time until I again heard a sound. In my weariness, I had nearly drifted off to sleep when I heard Mistress Zelda's Husky voice saying,"Well Slut, you sure are a mess!" Someone removed My blindfold and I blinked under the bright lights. I had been hooded for some hours by now and it took me a while to get used to the light once more. When my eyes adjusted, I saw Mistress Zelda was accompanied by slaves M, Cunt, and Twink. "Clean this bitch up, she's not fit for my use in this condition." Mistress Zelda ordered. The slaves scurried to do her bidding and were soon washing my sweaty body and come oozing ass with nice warm water. It felt wonderfully soothing to be so pampered as they softly wiped me dry with luxurious towels. I said," Thank you Mistress Zelda." ; thinking that perhaps I had misjudged her.

She snorted scornfully," I'm not doing this for you, I don't give a shit for your feelings slave! I just refuse to work with a filthy slave." When she took the whip from her shoulder, I trembled in fear, but relaxed a bit as she handed it to Cunt. "M sit on Slut's mouth to keep her quiet." Mistress Zelda ordered. Without the hood now I could watch as the smooth hairless pussy was lowered onto my face. It was a very attractive sight, which seemed remarkable considering I had been forced to pleasure two pussies already this evening.

"Twink suck that pitiful clit of Slut's." was Mistress's next command. My cock was quickly sucked into Twink's nice warm mouth. Was I to get some pleasure and relief at last? "Cunt strap on the black dildo and fuck Slut." Mistress ordered, and soon I felt my weary ass being filled to bursting once more. At least this time I hoped to have an orgasm myself! This prospect overcame my disgust at having to service other slaves.

While I was fully involved with three slaves working on me, Mistress Zelda pulled one of my nipples very hard with what felt like a pair of pliers. My shock at this was almost immediately replaced with searing pain as a large needle was shoved through my nipple! My scream was muffled by M's Pussy covering my face. In horror, I realized that my nipples were being pierced! Of course, all the slaves had their nipples pierced! Why had I thought I would be treated differently?

The dildo thrusting continued unchanging in tempo as if nothing had happened. The sucking on my cock and the grinding of the pussy on my face also went on unabated. The large needle passed completely through the nipple and was quickly followed by a ring being installed in the resulting hole. My other nipple was even worse, since I knew it was coming. Just at the moment the needle was shoved through my second nipple, I came in Twink's mouth! The relief of orgasm somewhat abated the intense pain form my violated nipple. My second nipple ring was now in place. All activity now ceased. They had not been after sexual pleasure, it had all been to divert my attention while Mistress Zelda accomplished her fiendish designs.

Slave M lifted off my face allowing me to look at my new jewelry. One gold ring was now permanently installed in each nipple. My poor nipples throbbed from their painful desecration. The rings looked strangely pretty on my chest, but I could imagine the new levels of control Chris would be able to achieve using them. Twink came to my face and kissed me transferring his mouthful of come to me. I swallowed it easily; my own come being now very familiar. Mistress Zelda laughed at the tears running down my cheeks saying," Poor baby, the pain from that is nothing compared to what I could inflict with my whip, or by branding." Turning to the other slaves she ordered," Release the bitch, get her cleaned up and bring her upstairs." , and abruptly left the room.

The straps were released and they helped me to stand. While Cunt washed me, Twink freshened my makeup and M wiped my bleeding nipples gently with alcohol. M instructed me in the precautions needed to prevent infection and facilitate the healing of my wounded nipples. They all seemed to be genuinely concerned for my welfare; having been through a very similar ordeal themselves at one time or another. I would have been content to stay here with them, but as soon as they had me presentable we all went upstairs. The rings jiggled with each step I took; making me acutely aware of my throbbing nipples. I wondered if it would always be this way from now on.

Walking back into the living room I felt very self-conscious with my naked bottom no longer even covered with my maid dress. My shaved cock felt even more exposed than usual and my nipple rings dangled outside my bra. Mistress Rachel called me over to where she was chatting with Sir William and Mistress Goddess. Slave Becky was on her knees sucking on Sir William's cock. She said," Your new jewelry looks very pretty Slut." , and kissed each of my nipples. I murmured, " Thank you Mistress." bowing in submission.

Mistress Goddess caressed my bare bottom and gave my cock a few strokes bringing it to erection. " Look at how cute her little thing stands up; I think Slut wants to come again." she said. " Do you want to come Slut?" , she asked sweetly. With the stroking arousing me even in my battered condition, I answered, " Yes Mistress Goddess." She released my cock and ordered, " Go ahead then, jack yourself off for us." In complete humiliation I began stroking myself. As my orgasm approached she told M to kneel in front of me and take my load in her mouth. With no outward sign of surprise M knelt and opened her mouth. I shot my come into her mouth, nearly collapsing from a combination of exhaustion and sexual relief. " That's a good girl Slut, now kiss M to thank her." Mistress demanded. I kissed M on the mouth tasting my unswallowed come still there.

Sir William nodded his approval of my obedience, then said, " Slut, you'd better see if Mistress Chris desires your services. You'll find her in the large bedroom at the end of the hall." I replied, " Yes, Sir William." and went down the hall. I hadn't seen Chris since our arrival and badly needed her company after all I had endured for her!

The bedroom door was open and as I entered, I saw Chris on the bed with the others. She was on her back being fucked by Master Jack while Mistress Zelda was kissing her and caressing her breasts. Slave stood by the bed, holding their clothes. Mistress Zelda was wearing a strap-on dildo. I stood quietly watching Chris having orgasm after orgasm until Jack finally came. How had it come to this? I was pitifully watching somebody else fuck my wife while I merely stood there waiting to display my new nipple rings.

When they had recovered from the throes of orgasm, Jack motioned to Slave to clean his cock. Chris looked up to see me standing there and waved me over to her. " Oh Slut, they look so nice on you and they truly mark you as my slave." She hooked a finger in each ring and gave a slight tug causing me to lurch forward to avoid the pain. " These will be very useful as well as decorative." she remarked. She could envision the added power so easily gained by the mere manipulation of these rings. She smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek as she would a child.

Mistress Zelda asked, " Chris may I borrow Slut for a bit?" Chris had spread her legs for Slave to clean her bottom and casually answered," Of course Zelda, just bring it back to me when you're finished." How could she be so callous about turning me over to this Amazon after all I had been through? I felt betrayed, but when Mistress Zelda grabbed me by the balls I followed her into another bedroom.

Upon entering the room Mistress Zelda ordered me to kneel on the bed with my ass in the air and said," Slut you've been a good slave tonight, so I'm not going to punish you." I felt a surge of relief; her whip still terrified me. Then she added," But, I am going to give you three strokes on each cheek with my whip just to leave my mark on you." She swung the whip and it landed with a loud crack on my ass. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but I didn't dare move. Two more strokes quickly landed on my left cheek and were followed by three more on my right cheek. I was sobbing openly now with tears streaming down my cheeks. Mistress Zelda had me look at my ass in the mirror; the welts formed a perfect Z on each cheek! The woman was better than Zorro!

Mistress Zelda removed her top and nestled my head to her bosom consoling me with, " If I were punishing you, it would have been fifty strokes. I wanted you to wear my mark for a few days and you are willing to endure a little pain for me, aren't you Slut?" I sobbed out, " Yes Mistress." as she gently laid me on the bed. For a woman so big and strong she was surprisingly gentle as she had me suckle her nipples. I felt almost like a child nursing, with her

strong arms holding me close. When she guided my face to her crotch, it was done almost lovingly and I willingly licked her pussy. It was the first time tonight that it didn't feel as if I was forced to perform this task. Even when she put the strap-on dildo back on and fucked my ass, it was more like lovemaking than rape. I felt loved and in returned knew that I would gladly serve this Mistress, even though it took my receiving pain to excite her. When she was satisfied, we fell asleep with me wrapped in her arms, feeling protected and secure.

I was awakened to find full daylight when Mistress Zelda got out of bed. Slave Becky was helping her dress and I lay quietly watching her prepare to resume her stern Mistress role. When she was fully dressed with her makeup applied she turned to me and snapped," Get your lazy ass out of bed Slut, get dressed and report back to Mistress Chris!" I hastened to obey, both from fear of punishment and a genuine desire to see my own Mistress. As I moved both the welts on my ass and the pain in my nipples reminded me of all that had transpired last night. I put my high-heeled shoes back on and went down to the Playroom to retrieve my dress.

Even empty this dungeon was a sinister place. All of the instruments of pain were neatly arrayed, either hanging from pegs or laying on shelves. The shackles, chains and straps hung empty now, but ominously available for use. I quickly found my dress, put it on gingerly trying to avoid snagging my nipple rings; and hurried from this place of pain.

Walking up the stairs, I met M on her way down. She took my hand and said," Come with me honey, you look a mess." Leading me to a bathroom, she redid my makeup, brushed my wig, and sprayed squirts of perfume on me. She warned me of the folly of appearing before the Doms in disarray. " They feel insulted if you look unkempt and they WILL punish you." When she felt I looked ready, she kissed me and led the way to Mistress Chris. Following her I noticed a Z on each of her ass cheeks also. Mistress Zelda had used her too.

The Masters and Mistresses were in the dining room finishing their breakfasts. Slave and Cunt wearing only lacy aprons were serving them as waiters. Twink and Becky were on all fours eating from dog dishes without using their hands. They also sported fresh Z's on their behinds. Quite a contrast, emphasizing the gap between Master and slave. The Masters and Mistresses ate in luxury while the slaves endured humiliation.

When I went to Mistress Chris to report in, she gave me a pat on my ass, causing me to wince in pain. She noticed this reaction and had me lift my dress. Seeing the welts she broke out laughing and said," Zelda baby, You are a trip! You got them all!" All of the Doms laughed at this except Zelda, who modestly nodded her head accepting this praise. Their glee was not shared by the slaves who's pain had paid for this enjoyment.

Mistress announced, " Well thank you Rachel for a wonderful party. I enjoyed meeting your friends and had a WONDERFUL time!" She was grinning from ear to ear. She really had enjoyed herself. "Fetch my coat Slut, we have to go now." She commanded. Mistress Rachel asked her,"Do you have to leave so soon? Slut hasn't eaten yet and Slave can easily fix her up a bowl in a minute." I was impressed that Mistress Rachel had even bothered to remember that I hadn't eaten. Mistress Chris replied, " No thanks Rachel, Slut still has a lot of work to do when I get her home; besides I didn't get a bit of sleep last night. I need a nap." Eager to leave this place of torment, I rapidly retrieved our wraps.

Returning with Mistress Chris's coat, wearing my cape I watched Mistress embrace and caresses each of the other Doms goodbye. It was obvious that she had been intimate with each of them at some time last night. She was really getting into the bi stuff it seemed. She always had loved men. I was forced to go to each Dom and demonstrate my submission by kissing their feet. A small matter I thought, since I had already kissed much worse places on each of them.

Once our goodbyes were completed, we left and went to our car. It seemed that a lifetime had passed since we had been in the car instead of only eighteen hours. In the familiar environment of our car, the previous experience became more like a bad dream than reality. I wished it had all been merely a nightmare, but my sore ass and new nipple rings would not allow me the mercy of such pretense. The welts would fade in a few days or weeks, but those rings were now a permanent reminder of my slave status.

Mistress Chris drove home babbling like a happy child about all the fun she'd had with each of the Doms and describing in detail what she'd done with each of them. I rode silently, listening with dismay as she boasted of the humiliations she'd heaped on the other slaves. Under the guidance of the Masters and Mistresses she had gone far beyond anything she would have thought of on her own. All the worse for me, she had loved it! The excitement in her voice as she related her exploits, left little doubt in my mind that she was ready to push even further. There was no turning back now!

Home never looked so good to me as we walked into our house, I was anxious to return to our normal relationship. Chris hugged and kissed me and told me," I'm so proud of you Slut. You behaved like a perfect slave last night!" She fondled my bare privates saying," I love you so much, and know that you must love me very much to endure all you have, just to please me." Just as my cock got fully hard, she whirled around and headed for the bedroom. Thinking I was going to be allowed to fuck her at last I started to follow her. She turned back to me and said," Not now slave, get out of that outfit and get cleaned up. Don't forget to tend to your nipple ring rotation and cleaning." With that she went to take a nap, leaving me standing there with an unsatisfied erection added to my other discomforts.

Later, as I soaked in a warm bath tending to my aching body, I realized that my life had been forever changed. Even if we continued having Date Night only twice a month, which now seemed dubious, I would be reminded constantly by my rings of how easily Chris could turn me over to anybody else's abuse. She had always loved me, but now I felt she loved Slut even more. It was a problem with no ready solution. I knew that I couldn't live without her, but was afraid of what life with her would become. While idly toying with my rings, I decided to continue on. At least for a while....

  

  

  

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