Her Look Told Him To Heel ... So He Did

by: James Miller

 

I had not seen Lauren and Tracy for over a month, not since we spent Ladies' Night together at the Spartacus Club. For the first couple of weeks, I did try to call them. Several times. But all I ever got was their answering machines, and they never returned any of my calls. So I was a little surprised (delighted, of course, but still surprised) when Lauren called me. She told me to come and spend a week with them. Now, they were meeting my late evening flight at the airport. As I left the plane and started to walk down concourse A, I was as excited as a school boy going out on his first date. Considering the night of intense sex that we had shared at the club, my excitement was pretty understandable. (Note: Earlier events referred to in this story are described in "The Spartacus Club")

Even though it was after 10 PM, there was a pretty large crowd at the end of the concourse. I looked for Lauren and Tracy for a couple of minutes without success. When I finally saw them, they were looking the other way. I threw my hand up and waved it wildly, shouting excitedly "Hi! I'm over here!" They both smiled broadly when they first saw me, and, as I worked my way through the crowd toward them, I know that I was grinning from ear to ear. But when I got to them and extended my hand in the customary greeting, their smiles quickly turned into frowns.

"Such behavior! *I'm over here,* indeed!" scolded Tracy. Her angry scowl startled me. I dropped my unshaken hand to my side and lowered my eyes to the floor. Tracy continued "I had hoped that our night with you at the Spartacus Club would have taught you a better sense of decorum and more self control." She turned toward Lauren. "Looks like he's forgotten everything. We'll have to start over with him, from scratch."

Lauren shrugged. "Well, if we have to, we have to, I guess." She looked sternly at me. "Did you at least get the things that I told you to buy and bring with you? Are they in the bag?" I had a small carry-on suitcase. I almost nodded, but not quite. I did remember enough to know that I wasn't supposed to answer right away, at least not until after I had been given permission to do so. After a moment of silence, Lauren said "Answer now."

With my eyes still lowered to the floor, I whispered very softly "Yes, Mistress."

"What was that?" she loudly demanded. "What's the matter? You could speak loudly enough a moment ago! Answer again, but this time, make sure that I can hear you."

Uh, oh! Suddenly I started to remember some of the things about Ladies' Night that I hadn't been remembering before. I always remembered the sexual excitement and the pleasure. I thought about them often. But now, I started to remember my humiliation. I remembered how Lauren and Tracy had enjoyed it. I knew that Lauren was going to make me answer loudly enough to be heard by many of the strangers all around us. I started to blush and repeated, far louder than I wanted to, "Yes, Mistress."

They made me just stand there as many of the people around us snickered and whispered gleefully to each other. I didn't hear much of what they said, but I did hear a little. Most of it was something about the "... big pussy-whipped dork ..." Not all of the people said things like that, though. Some of the men looked at Lauren and Tracy, and then looked at me with envy in their eyes. At 26 and 30 years of age, respectively, Lauren and Tracy were blessed with both youth and beauty. Lauren wore a normal-looking blouse and calf-length skirt. Nothing spectacular there. But her beautiful face, making her look as good as any super model or movie star, was not covered by her non-spectacular clothing. And the beauty of her firm, petite body was not really hidden by her plain clothing either. As always, Tracy was dressed in more spectacular fashion. She wore a brightly colored, print, summer dress. The dress was cut low enough in the front to reveal some very appealing cleavage, and, except for thin shoulder straps, her back was bare almost down to her waist. The dress covered only the top few inches of her magnificent legs.

As I stood there in silence, I was feeling like I wanted to just sink into the floor or turn invisible. But at almost six-foot-one, 195 pounds, I could do neither. Lauren and Tracy smiled with satisfaction. They had immediately reaffirmed their control over me. Finally, after a couple of very long minutes, they turned away from me and started walking to the short term parking garage. I followed a few steps behind. They spoke happily to each other as they walked, but they paid no attention to me whatsoever.

("God!" I thought. "Why did I come here? What could I have been thinking of? Look at them! They don't care about me. They aren't even happy to see me!") But even as I complained silently to myself, even as I was tormented by doubt, I really knew why I was there. I had come to see if Lauren would give me her *appreciation* again. And to see if her appreciation would give me the same intense feelings that it had at the club. When Lauren appreciated me at the club, the satisfaction and joy that I felt had been ... overwhelming. I was here to see if Lauren could give me those same feelings again. If I could find a way to make her do it.

When we got to Lauren's car, she had me put my carry-on bag into the trunk. Then she opened the rear door on the passenger side and Tracy got in, sitting in the middle of the rear seat. "Lower your pants and underwear, Spot, then get in," Lauren told me. "Lay across Mistress Tracy's legs."

WHAT? That kind of stuff wouldn't give me the feelings that I wanted! But ... I did realize that, if I ever wanted Lauren to appreciate me, I would have to do whatever she or Tracy told me to do. Besides, the thought of laying bare-assed across Tracy's beautiful legs didn't sound all bad. In fact, it sounded kind of fun, in a kinky sort of way. My cock started to tingle and to swell up inside my pants. By the time I had complied with Lauren's instructions, it was swollen out to nearly its full length. I was on my hands and knees, lowering just a part of my weight down onto Tracy's legs.

As Lauren paid the parking attendant and drove away from the parking garage, Tracy pushed my briefs and my pants all the way down to my knees. She started to examine my ass. "He did shave around his ass hole," she reported to Lauren. "There are even a couple of places where he cut himself. I wonder if, when he did it, any blood ran down his ass onto his legs ... Maybe you should have told him to wait and shave after he got here so that we could have watched him do it." She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls, then my stiff cock. I moaned softly as she briefly pumped the skin back and forth along the shaft. She ran her hand across my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Then she put some lubricant onto her index finger and stuck it into me. "Shit, Lauren!" she complained. "He's closed down completely. We'll have to open him up all over again. See? I told you that, when you gave him his instructions on the phone, you should have told him to use the butt plug on the plane!"

"Dammit, Spot!" Lauren angrily said. "Now you've made me look bad in front of my best friend!" She was silent for a moment, but I could feel her anger. In her most threatening voice, she said "You owe me now. You'll have to do something really special to make that up to me."

Tracy started to work on my ass in earnest. She opened a jar, scooped out a big glob of the contents, and applied it to my ass hole. She spread a little of the stuff around the hole, but she pushed most of it inside. I groaned with pain as she forced two or three fingers into me as far as they would go, then turned her hand all around to spread the stuff to all parts of my rectum. It was the warming stuff that they had used at the club. Just like before, it started to get hot, and it made my bowels open up. Tracy took her hand away, and I felt something thick and hard pressing insistently against my bung hole.

Just then, there were sounds of screeching tires and a very loud automobile engine. "SHIT!" said Lauren as I heard a car pass, at a high rate of speed, on the passenger side. "Where the fuck did that guy come from?"

"Not a guy," corrected Tracy. "I got a look at them as they went past. It looked like a car full of high school girls. You know how they drive."

"Yeah ... I guess so," said Lauren reflectively. She pushed the gas pedal down sharply and the car started to accelerate very quickly. "How about if I just show them how an old lady like me drives?" She paused for a moment and the car seemed to slow down a little. "Wait a minute. At first, they were driving away from us really fast. But it looks like they've slowed down a lot. We're gaining on them. We're going to come up beside them again."

Tracy giggled. "You know what? I bet one of them got a glimpse of Spot's ass when they went by, and now they're slowing down to get a better look! Okay, Spot. Raise your ass up so that it's at window level. Let them really see. If I'm right, they might have never seen a man's ass and genitals before." I did as Tracy directed. I didn't even think about not doing it. Whoever was on the other side of that window was going to get a real good mooning.

Lauren did catch up with the other car, then the two cars went on, side by side. Tracy laughed. "I was right. It is a car full of high school girls," she told Lauren. "It looks like there's five ... no, six of them." She reached under my belly and pushed my balls and stiff cock back between my legs. Now, my cock and balls were on display just as much as my ass was.

Someone in the other car must have opened a window, and maybe Tracy did too, because I started to hear young female voices. The voices said things like "Whooeee! N-i-c-e ass, man!" and "Oh, Yeah, Girl! Can he fuck with that stick?" and "Whoooeee! Mommy, buy me THAT!" ("God," I thought "Tracy can't be right. Those can't be high school girls! It must be a car full of hookers or something. High school girls never say things like that ... right?")

Tracy raised up a little beside my raised ass and I felt the thick, hard thing pressing against my hole again. "OOWWW!" I groaned when the tip slipped inside.

The voices from the other car started cheering Tracy on, urging her to push more into me. Things like "Right on, girl!" and "Do it to him! Do it!" and "Go, Girl! Go!" Tracy did as they were suggesting. She started to perform for the girls as she pushed more and more of the thing into me. I guess I was performing for them too. I was groaning loudly and wiggling my ass back and forth in an effort to lessen the pain.

"Relax! Relax!" Tracy told me. "This will hurt a lot more if you don't relax." I tried to relax as much as I could, but she was right. It did hurt a lot. As Tracy pushed harder and harder, and turned the thing around and around to get it in deeper, it felt like my ass hole was being torn open wide enough to push a basketball into me. Finally, the thing was all the way in. Tracy slapped my ass, hard, in triumph.

If the voices had cheered for Tracy before, they went wild now. "DAMN, Girl! Look at that! She put it all the way in!" and "God! She did it!" and "Mommy! Mommy! Buy me that!"

My hole closed down around the narrow part of the butt plug, holding it deep inside, and my pain lessened. It was still damn uncomfortable, though, to have that thing pressing deep into my bowels. Tracy settled down onto the back seat and patted her legs for me to get down across them again. As I lowered myself down onto Tracy's legs again, the young female voices gave one final, mighty cheer, the driver honked the horn three times, then the other car sped away from us.

"Okay, Lauren, his butt's plugged," Tracy reported. "His hole was so tight, I wasn't sure that I'd be able to get the plug all the way in. I guess pushing it in with an audience inspired me to keep working on it until it was all the way in."

We had driven only a few minutes more when Lauren turned off the street into a private drive. She drove past what looked like an old-fashioned millionaire's mansion, then parked her car off to one side. "Fix your clothes," she told me. "You won't get into Evilina House with Tracy and me unless you look presentable." I pulled my briefs and pants up and tried to adjust my clothing as well as I could. Lauren didn't look very pleased. "You look so ... ordinary," she complained. "Maybe I should have told you to buy some more impressive clothes to wear on the way in." She frowned a little, then said "Oh, well. I guess ordinary will just have to do ... I hope." We walked up to a small door at the side of the mansion and Lauren rang the bell. In a couple of minutes the door was opened by a young man who was wearing only a dress collar, a bow tie, and an athletic supporter.

"Mistress Lauren ... Mistress Tracy ... please come in. My mistress will be delighted to see you. I will take you to her." The young man said nothing to me, but I followed Lauren and Tracy in anyway. As we walked behind the young man, Lauren and Tracy complimented him on his high, firm ass. They told him that they might have to put me on an exercise program to firm up my ass cheeks. The young man led us to a large, closed double door. He knocked very lightly, then stood outside the door in silence. He opened the door and went in alone.

After a couple more minutes, the doors were opened by a very well dressed, obviously very wealthy, woman who seemed to be in her early forties. I assumed that she must be the owner of the mansion. "Lauren! Tracy!" she beamed. "Welcome to Evilina House! I'm so glad that you were able to come and be my guests." She let us into an opulent sitting room. There was another woman already in the room. She seemed to be about thirty, and gave no outward signs of special wealth. She was a brunette, but had a wide streak of white running through her hair. The ladies greeted each other warmly and started talking. They paid no attention to me. I stood silently off to one side and tried to be invisible.

The door-opening, wealthy lady spoke to Lauren. "You'll be staying the whole week I hope."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lauren answered demurely. WOAH! I looked at Lauren in surprise. I had never seen Lauren seem to be so intimidated by anyone before. I decided that, at least in my own mind, I would call this wealthy, intimidating woman the Dragon Lady. And, while I was at it, I decided to call the other, younger woman Cruella.

"Wonderful! You'll be staying longer than most of my guests, so you'll get first pick of my guest rooms," the Dragon Lady said. Then she looked more or less in my direction. Lauren cleared her throat and looked sternly right at me. I immediately moved to a spot that was a little behind Lauren and slightly off to her right side. (A well trained dog would do the same thing when given the command to "heel.") The Dragon Lady moved a little closer to us and looked me up and down. She didn't seem to be very impressed by what she saw. Her disapproving look made me feel really uncomfortable. If Lauren was intimidated by this woman, I knew that I should be terrified of her. After a couple minutes of silent inspection, the Dragon Lady said "And this is ..."

"His temporary name is Spot, Ma'am. I haven't had him long enough to give him a permanent name yet," said Lauren.

"Oh, I see. So how long have you had him then?"

"A little more than one month, Ma'am."

The Dragon Lady looked displeased. "I hope that won't be a problem. We can't have any disobedience during the week you know."

"Oh, no Ma'am," Lauren tried to reassure her. "Don't worry. He's very obedient. I take full responsibility for his behavior while we are here."

The Dragon Lady was unimpressed. "Of course you do, dear," she said. "Well ... let me see him now."

Lauren turned slightly and looked at me. Again, she didn't have to say anything. I immediately started to strip off my clothes. Lauren told me to move into the center of the room, and the four women took seats all around me. My cock was swelling quickly as I stripped off my clothes. When I was stripped down to just my briefs, Cruella stood to make a closer inspection. She walked all around me, and reached out a couple of times to touch my skin.

"Lauren," Cruella asked "how do you keep his skin so fresh looking, so unmarked? Or is he just a good healer?"

"I give him no need to be a good healer," Lauren answered.

I jumped involuntarily as Cruella suddenly slapped the flat, exposed base of my butt plug. "This looks like one of the smaller sizes. That's to be expected, I suppose, considering the short time that you've had him. My Ben takes the largest size." Cruella went back to her seat.

My cock was swollen out to its full eight inches. When I stepped out of my briefs, it was sticking straight out from my crotch. Neither of the two unfamiliar women seemed to be very impressed by what I was showing them.

Cruella seemed to be the most disappointed. "From his size, I was expecting his cock to be a really good one. Oh, well, life is full of disappointments I guess, especially disappointing men."

Then Lauren came to my defense. She seemed to be really offended by Cruella's comment and her general attitude toward me. "His dick is much more than a good one, Victoria. Maybe you've never really had a good man yourself, so your values are ... distorted." The interchange between Lauren and Cruella started to sound more and more like a cat fight. I was suddenly aware of a growing tension between them. It seemed that, because of something that happened in the past, Lauren and Cruella were not the best of friends.

Cruella walked to the double door and pressed a button beside the door that looked like a doorbell. In a moment, the young man in the athletic supporter appeared. "Get Ben," Cruella told him. The young man left, and a couple of minutes later another young man came into the room. He quickly walked to the side of Cruella's chair and got down on his hands and knees. Like me, he was buck naked and had a butt plug pushed into his rectum. There were faint marks on his back and upper legs that looked like incompletely healed bruises.

Cruella stood and picked up something that looked like a ping pong paddle. She motioned for her young man to stand beside her. She gently squeezed his hairless balls and soft cock with her left hand, then suddenly swung the paddle with her right. SMACK! The paddle landed right on the young man's genitals. I was startled when she hit him, but it looked like he was expecting to be hit. He jumped slightly and clenched his teeth together, but that was his only response. SMACK! She landed a second blow onto his cock and balls. She reached down again and checked his cock. To my surprise, it seemed to be quickly swelling up. She didn't seem to be satisfied, though. SMACK! "Don't make me wait," Cruella told him. Cruella moved behind him a little, then SMACK! This time, she hit his ass. SMACK! SMACK! She checked his erection again. Finally, she seemed to be satisfied with it.

Cruella turned toward the other three ladies. "Lauren," she said "according to my *distorted* values, this ... my Big Ben ... is a good man." I had never seen anything like Ben's cock. It was at least a foot long and over two inches thick. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Even though I was two or three inches taller than Cruella's Ben, he was making me feel short. Cruella told him to stand right next to me to emphasize the superiority of his organ.

Now, it was Lauren's turn to be unimpressed by the other woman's man. "Come on, Victoria. You know that the value of a man is in his loyalty and obedience, not in the size of his dick. Ben might be a good man, but you haven't proven that just by showing us his big dick."

"Okay, Lauren," Cruella answered. "Then, if you are so sure that your Spot is a good man, how about proving it to us with a simple little test?"

"No, I don't think so, Victoria. It's already pretty late. Besides, why should we have to prove anything to you?"

"Oh, come on, dear!" said the Dragon Lady. "It's not that late. You shouldn't be afraid of a simple test. Besides, it sounds like it might be a bit of fun."

Oh, oh! I knew that Lauren was trapped. She didn't want to do it, but if the Dragon Lady wanted to see me tested, Lauren would have to go along with it. I hoped that I would be able to pass Cruella's test. I didn't want to let my mistress down.

"Okay, Victoria," Lauren sighed. "But make it a short test."

"Oh, it is," Cruella promised. "Very short. And very simple. I just want to watch your Spot deep throat my Ben's beautiful cock. As soon as Ben cums, and Spot swallows it all, the test will be over. Simple."

("MY GOD! NO WAY!" I thought.) I shivered as a cold chill ran down my spine. I didn't expect anything like this. I enjoyed giving pleasure to women with my mouth. But I couldn't do this. I could NEVER do this. If this was my test, I would fail ...

Then I saw Lauren looking at me. She could give me orders with her eyes. But this was ... different. She looked intense, almost frightened. Instead of giving me an order with her eyes, her face was giving me an urgent request, an impassioned plea. She stood right in front of me and softly whispered the words "something really special." She gently pressed her right hand to my left cheek.

("My GOD!" I thought. "She wants me to ... no. She NEEDS me to do it!") I realized that I would have to try. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. But if she needed it from me, I would have to try.

It was the hardest thing that I ever had to do. I got down onto my knees in front of Ben. I closed my eyes and took the tip of his monster cock into my mouth. I swallowed again and again as he pushed his cock through my mouth and down my throat. Actually, probably because of what Mistress Amy had done to me at the Spartacus Club, I was able to handle Ben's cock physically more easily than I expected. But the thought of what I was doing nearly made me retch. He started to pump his hips slowly back and forth. I hoped that he would finish really soon and that, when he cam, his load wouldn't be too much for me. Neither hope turned out to be the truth. He pumped his cock into me for over ten minutes, and when he cam, I could hardly handle the flood that he pumped into me. I coughed and sputtered violently, even squirting a little of his goo out through my nose. I guess I did keep most of it inside, though. After he cam, he leaned forward so that his mouth was right by my ear. "Sorry, man," he whispered. Then he pulled himself out of my throat and mouth.

I felt like shit. I felt lower than I had ever felt in my life. But the ladies almost cheered when Ben shot off down my throat, and after he pulled out, they complimented Lauren enthusiastically. The Dragon Lady said that she would tell the story of Cruella's test at dinner the next evening so that everyone would know of Lauren's accomplishment with her new man. The Dragon Lady's compliments were enough to bring tears into Lauren's eyes. Even Cruella seemed to be impressed by what I had done. She grudgingly complimented Lauren on her "good man, Spot." It seemed that what I was able to do for Lauren elevated her to a higher level of esteem in the eyes of the other ladies.

A little later, Lauren called me over to a chair that was pretty far away from where the other three ladies were sitting. She wanted to talk to me privately. She sat down and patted her legs as a signal for me to lay my head in her lap.

"Turn your head and look at me," she told me. When I was looking at her, she started gently stroking my hair. "You have pleased me very much tonight, Sp ... Jim." (Yes! She called me JIM!) "The debt from earlier with Tracy is paid in full. I promise that I won't letanything like that happen to you ever again. Your devotion ... and your courage ... make me very proud."

That was it. ALL my bad feelings were gone. My shame, my fears, my doubts, were gone in an instant. Lauren's appreciation vaporized them. The overwhelming feelings that her appreciation gave me at the club were nothing compared to my feelings now. My body shook with a powerful shudder as tears immediately flooded my eyes. I feared that my heart might burst, it was filling with such satisfaction and joy.

"You are much more to me than just a good man. You know that don't you?" She didn't wait for me to answer. But it didn't matter because I wouldn't have been able to say anything anyway. "I haven't quite chosen a name for you. But I think maybe I'll call you Mel ... as in Braveheart."

Tears streamed down my cheeks in rivers as she continued to slowly stroke my hair and praise me. My doubts were gone for good. I knew that I loved her with all my heart. For as long as she wanted me, I would be hers.

 

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