Show your Lines

“The multi-chapter story of Cathy started with ‘The Passionate Pleasures of Cathy’. The story contains adult material, including bondage, pain and humiliation, anal sex and ass-to mouth. If this offends you, do not read nor rate it. This chapter is the continuation of ‘The Dark Delights of Cathy’.”

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Cathy always tried to avoid being an overprotective mother. However, the announcement of her daughter Melanie she had decided to give up her virginity during her weekend in Seattle with Tony stretched Cathy’s lenience to the limit. She could live with the idea her beautiful daughter at some time would start enjoying the pleasures of the flesh but her choice of a man like Tony was quite another matter. Cathy’s feelings of guilt because having slept with her daughter’s boyfriend clouded her judgment considerably, to say the least.

Bittersweet memories rekindled in her mind, how Tony overwhelmed her the first time, how he surprised her the second time by the bold way he subdued her. Just reflecting on the way he had unleashed her primeval lusts and desires was enough to let Cathy rub her thighs in excitement. Yes, her whole body had smoldered and twisted under his hands, had cavorted and convulsed in orgiastic peaks of pleasure. But at the same he had brought her down to unimagined lows of submission and had dragged her along the very limits of perversion. How could she trust her daughter in the hands of a man like that?

Cathy couldn’t imagine Tony would add insult to injury when she picked up the phone the day before Melanie would leave with him for Seattle. Obviously not deeming it necessary, this time he didn’t use any complicated stories or excuses, he just told her his demands.

‘Meet me at two… same place… and don’t expect to return home for the night…’

‘But Melanie…!’

‘Melanie will stay for the night at your parent’s place near the airport, she will go there right after she returns from ballet class. I’ll pick her up tomorrow morning at ten… our take off is at 1.00 pm. I will buy her a complete new outfit in Seattle.’

Before Cathy could react he already hang up. For a moment she stood there in silence, just alone with her thoughts racing through her mind. After a couple of minutes, which seemed like an eternity to her, she sat down and knew… She knew she wouldn’t have the strength to tell Melanie about him. She also knew she wouldn’t have the strength to resist him. Darn, she would be weak and just shamelessly submit to him again, to his lusts, to his humiliating, perverted games. Cathy shivered in anticipation of the blistering orgasm she would experience under his control. Her situation was awful… and wonderful at the same time!

One hour later she received a parcel by courier. It contained a costume in black leather, a true cat suit, an erotic adoption of the suit worn by the female star in ‘Catwoman. The Movie’. The knee-length boots and the elbow-length gloves looked clear-cut enough. The complicated network of straps only revealed its secrets when Cathy, after some fruitless attempts, managed to put the suit on. Her heartbeat accelerated when she saw her image in the mirror. The bodice didn’t consist of more than a web of black leather straps, revealing most of her creamy skin. Although looking very seductive, on first sight there seemed no reason for alarm, especially since her genital region was neatly covered and her treasure only could be disclosed by loosening two snaps. Quite different in character however was the huge heart-shaped opening in the back, revealing her bottom cheeks almost totally. “A heart-shaped ass! I will be revealing my heart-shaped bare bottom! “Immediately Cathy realized that the main attraction of the erotic costume would be the rear, showing the creamy vanilla heart with its chocolate delicacy in its center. It was a dirty man’s dream. “I will look like a slut, offering her butt. It is obscene. “When Cathy put on the mask she was aware two openings would be available to the generous donor of this costume, the opening to her anus and the opening to her mouth. Considering the past she could guess in what order these openings would be used…

She was startled when the phone rang again. It was Melanie.

‘Hi mom. Tony already told me about the rush model assignment you have. Granny and grandpa are thrilled to have me for the night. Wish me luck with you-know-what!’

After the first stammering, Cathy managed to formulate warms words for her daughter, wishing her a wonderful weekend and all the luck with the ‘personal stuff’, just what would be expected from a good mother. Only after she had put down the phone, Cathy realized she missed the last chance to chicken out. Maybe the first time she slept with Tony she was seduced, perhaps the second time she was overpowered. She felt her heart throbbing in her throat when she realized she had ran out of excuses. This time she would deliberately deceive her daughter, having a hot date with her boyfriend. She would meet this man clandestinely, knowing all too well he would take her anally, humiliate her and let her perform the lewdest acts. And at the end… Cathy didn’t dare to think what she would do for him at the end.

All through her career as model and successful centerfold, Cathy succeeded keeping her love life in check. There had been the occasional intimacies and now and then she went through short neat relationships, but everything always was under control. Thinking about Tony she realized she had resisted a man so furiously, just to be defeated so intensely. This time it would deteriorate even worse, she wouldn’t step into a regular defeat, she sensed the signs of her unconditional surrender!

Now she recognized her situation, Cathy became all business. As a centerfold she always had enjoyed presenting herself at her best and her sexiest. She had still two hours and with a knot in her belly she started to prepare for her road to ecstasy. After shaving herself at the right places she took a shower, using her expensive perfumed soap, especially taking care of her intimate areas, as she used to do so when she had a hot date. Only this time she also indulged the dark area around her anus. When she was soaping the cleft between her bottom cheeks she closed her eyes and imagined his thick rod moving down the canyon. He liked to tease her by rubbing the whole length of his magnificent cock over her ridged rose, tingling her senses till her cunt was leaking in lust. Then he would roughly sweep away her remaining resistance and just hammer away… It would be wickedly delicious! Of course she would put up “some “resistance. It was the decent thing to do. But he would ignore her shriveling protests, shut her up the wicked way, continue to abuse her ass and finally force her to do the dirty deed. It was horribly nasty and she still didn’t like to suck his cock, so filthy coming from her ass. No, she hated to do it at all, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and just force her. May be he would even slap her bottom. He used to slap hard and it would be painful. Nothing she could do. Ultimately he would fill her mouth with his throbbing cock. It would be hard as steel but still its surface would feel velvety and she would have that wicked taste in her mouth as he plunged in.

Cathy had to interrupt her daydream to prevent coming right away. Shoot, time was flying! She admired the image of her nude body in the mirror. Fortunately she had continued her personal ballet classes and the results were showing off. She knew didn’t have the figure of a supermodel, her curvy body holding too much promise of ripening pleasures to suite the current taste for skinny dames. Yet, she was still beautiful, a wonderfully aged blonde, nearing the age of forty at her sexual peak, with all her spectacular features available for intense scrutiny. Her generous breasts were full of life, shaking as she wriggled her torso to test their elasticity. She slid her hands over her waist, over her rib-cage to cup them, imagining he was behind her, cradling her breasts, feeling their softness and heft. She imagined the touch of his fingers on her rapidly hardening nipples, torturing them while he tongued her neck and shoulder. Then he would force her to bend over a chair and his fingers would insinuate themselves into the humid folds of her slick, hot female flesh.

The image was so vivid. The scene enrolled behind her closed eyes with such a lurid brilliance. She almost could feel the firm grip of one of his hands in her neck, the finger of his other hand circling around the engorged bud of her clitoris. Her eyes popped open with a startled gasp and suddenly she found herself staring in the mirror, one hand caressing her breasts, the other cupping her sex. She looked like a woman desperate with desire. Embarrassed she told herself to stop, she looked like Melanie, all worked up for a hot date. She was a grown woman, for heaven’s sake. Although need pulsed in her body, she managed to straighten herself, putting on the Catwoman outfit piece by piece, relinquishing every moment she felt another piece of cool leather against her hot skin. Only after she had rested another five minutes she felt ready to confront him. She shivered in anticipation when she started her car, still feeling a restless ache between her thighs.

Cathy was glad it took her over half an hour to drive cross-town from her home in the suburbs to the MetroLux hotel downtown. It gave her the time to cool down and come to her senses. She was meeting the man who sent her some weird costume just to let her know he was going to fuck her in the ass. It was the same man who was going to deflower her daughter. It was not just bizarre, it was sick. Why did she continue driving? She should make a U-turn right away, phone him and give him a piece of her mind. But then the restless ache between her legs reminded her of the reason why she continued the long drive through the city. She felt awfully weak and yes, she was a terrible mother too.

He waited for her in the lobby, painfully handsome and relaxed as always.

‘I’m glad to see you.’

His touch as they shook hands was familiarly electrifying.

‘You look especially beautiful today’ he said while they were waiting for the elevator.

“It better be, it took almost needed almost an hour for my make-up only. “Cathy thought.

The elevator ride to one of the upper floors took an eternity. She was grateful it was autumn. It allowed her to wear a coat over her Catwoman suit. The beautiful Vera Wang neck coat was a present for one of her model assignments and she knew it looked perfect on her. Nobody would guess she was wearing anything erotic like a Catwoman suit underneath. Only Tony knew, she had seen the flicker of approval in his eyes. Riding the elevator with so many other people, Cathy nevertheless felt very naked under her coat. She wondered if he would tear it from her body as soon as they entered the room like their first sexual encounter. None of that this time, he just closed the door behind them and turned to her.

‘Let me give you the Grand Tour first’

For optimal privacy the Honeymoon Suite of the hotel could only be reached through two double doors and they were in the small hall separating them. It was nicely decorated as could be expected. Everything seemed totally predictable until Tony took a key from his pocket. Quietly he opened an inconspicuous door in the far corner, which just looked like a standard service door.

‘Follow me and I’ll show you an interesting feature of this room.’

Cathy more or less had expected some action other than a guided tour of the premises. This man never failed to surprise her. She followed him when he climbed up the steps of a short staircase. They entered a small room with a couple of chairs, arranged theater style facing a screen about four feet high and six feet wide. Cathy was just thinking this was an odd place to watch a movie when she noticed the ’screen’ wasn’t a screen at all, it was a one-way mirror, presenting a spacious view of the enormous bed. Immediately Cathy felt thrown back in the atmosphere of decadent lewdness she had learned to associate with Tony’s presence.

‘This hotel was built some 100 years ago in the late 1890s. In those days the filthy rich sometimes created facilities to accommodate their specialized needs.’ Tony said cheerfully. ‘You don’t have to worry, nobody will watch your performance in the outfit I selected for you. However, during the last renovation they upgraded the facilities to make them state of the art. This room is equipped with the latest digital hardware to record the activities of newlyweds as a facility for their future ‘Happy Anniversary’ celebrations!’

Cathy now understood the purpose of the numerous electronic paraphernalia in the room. When she had another look at the one-way mirror, she found amazing how many details on the bed she could distinguish. Did they rig the glass or was it just her heated imagination the image looked sharper and closer than expected? If a passionate couple would occupy the lush, welcoming mattress a possible observer would be able to watch their erotic exercises in minute detail. No overheated imagination was needed to confer special significance to the generous thick carpet in front of the bed. It easily would serve as a stage for a couple to perform acts so passionate the comfort of a soft bed wasn’t needed. These actions would take place right before the eyes of a concealed audience. When they were back in the Honeymoon Suite Cathy had another look at the mirrored wall facing the bed, marveling nothing indicated someone might be watching.

‘Let me show you some other gadgets of this Suite’ Tony said, offering her a large leather case.

She gulped when she opened it and several whips in black leather were staring at her, neatly arranged in their custom made recesses. The sudden threat caught her by surprise and she felt excitement swirling icily up her spine. Painful memories from olden times resurfaced, memories better be forgotten. It had been so many years past. Involuntary she touched one of the whips, a menacing cat-’o-nine-tails, immediately withdrawing her hand at the touch of the solid winded leather.

‘I will cry out loud.’ Cathy whispered, shifting her eyes to the other side, feeling she wouldn’t be able to withhold her emotions if she remained looking at those frightening whips. Her genitals seemed to break out in sweat. He ignored her words, reached out for the nightstand and handled her a remote with a yellow and a red button.

‘Push the yellow button.’

When she did, she heard the soft sound of screens moving.

‘What did I do?’

‘You let the soundproof screens down. It’s another great feature. Now you can scream your heart out. The whole room is soundproof, no noise here can be heard out side! Isn’t that neat for a honeymoon suite?’

‘What about the red button?’

‘It handles the equipment in the observation room. Just push the button if you want to keep some heated memories as souvenir. But wait, where are my manners? Let me take your coat first…’

His words sounded like standard courtesy, but under the circumstances were saturated with “double-entendre. “The atmosphere in the bedroom was thick with erotic tension. She felt his hand softly caressing her skin when her designer coat slipped from her shoulders. He obviously was pleased with the rich display of her naked flesh the Catwoman suit provided him. In a playful, teasing gesture she turned her back to him, covering her bottom with her hands, effectively blocking both the view of her breasts and her behind. Cathy was fully aware she only would score a temporary success. Just by making one step forwards he pushed his hand under her arms to cover her unprotected breasts and mercilessly pinched her swollen nipples. She moaned and in a reflex brought her hands up to keep him in check. Immediately his right hand shifted to the heart-shaped open plain in her back with its central, dark abyss. Gasping for air and twisting in delight Cathy allowed his fingers tease the ridges of her anus. How wickedly delicious to be tricked this way! Her twin orbs wiggled in shameless collaboration.

‘Now be a good pussycat and present yourself properly.’ He whispered in her ear.

Under all circumstances Cathy remained a professional. With the ease of an experienced centerfold she walked the line to the far end seductively wiggling her hips, knowing the sight of her grinding orbs would be quite a sight to behold. When she reached the wall she dropped to her knees, she didn’t know why, she just gave in to an impulse, the instinct of an animal showing she was properly trained. After the playful interlude the sexual tension was thick as ever. Crawling over the carpet on hand and knees like a cat in heat Cathy made her way back to him. Shivers of anticipation rolled from her shoulders over her eager breasts, tingled down her spine and after lingering over the soft insides of her thighs, surged into the moistening depths of her cunt.

During the whole trek her eyes remained fixed at the promising bulge of his trousers. When she finally reached his legs she ached to open his zipper but instinctively felt she had better wait. Like a true kitten she rubbed her cheeks against the tissue of his trouser-legs, slowly working her way up till she could feel the pulse of his throbbing cock. When she looked up at him she saw him gazing down at her with those amazing green eyes. The familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach reached an alarming level. It was a deep urge, crying out to be fulfilled.

He smiled at her and his finger traced the outline of her lips. She remembered him being so fascinated by her lips. Her need for his cock was overflowing. She wanted to wrap her lips around it, to feel its power and strength in her mouth. Raw desire was rushing through her veins. She groaned of pure wanting when he slowly opened his zipper, finally disclosing the object of her lust. His magnificent penis lunged from its hiding to seek her attention: the shaft lined with veins, the head meaty and full, sporting a dewy droplet of pre-come. His balls, richly furred with thick curls, were hanging heavy and taut.

Now, with the prime sample of manhood moving in front of her face, Cathy suddenly felt self-conscious. What was she doing? She was a model with a reasonably successful career, used to be treated with respect. Instead being wined and dined with a subsequent lengthy flirtation, she now was on her knees in front of the opened thighs of this man without having shown at least a glimpse of resistance. Cathy sat back on her heels, looking up at him, her face poised just inches from his rigid prick. Again she had a look at the symbol of male domination, soaring arrogantly in the air.

With a sob of surrender Cathy launched herself forward into his dangling sacs, submissively hiding her face deep in the sweaty stuffiness of his scrotum. Impartially she paid equal attention to the left and the right. She relished feeling him all over his face and inhaling the odor of his strength and desire. Slowly she reached up to clasp his erection in both hands. Almost respectfully her long, elegant hands explored the swollen shaft, caressing his prick in silent admiration. Tenderly she cradled the wrinkled sacks of his balls with her hands handling them like precious delicacies. She pulled at his hips and let them sink into her open mouth, playfully rolling the exquisite fruits over her tongue in an exquisite erotic caress.

Shifting her approach Cathy started licking his upstanding cock. With broad strokes her tongue ceaselessly caressed his turgid manhood till the shaft was thoroughly coated, wet and gleaming with her saliva. Then she ducked her head to nuzzle at the base. She couldn’t have enough licking and snapping at the hairy scrotum. Hesitantly she worked her way up again to the crown. She paused, glancing up at him, waiting for his approval. Only when he let his hand brush through her blonde locks she tilted the shaft back to capture the swollen head in her docile mouth. Then, forming her lips into a ring, she really went down on him, taking him deep in her throat, bobbing her head slowly up and down, cocksucking like an expert adult movie star.

periences.

Nell told everyone that her Mistress Calista was stern, but she loved her very much and she knew Calista loved her as well. Ellen asked about Calista’s home and the training as Agnes placed the tape in the VCR. A hushed silence fell over the room as they all watched the tape. Robert had a huge bulge in his pants and all the women’s panties were wet. Ellen was not wearing panties and the front of her shorts were drenched with her juices as she watched, enraptured by Nell and Robert. She sighed softly when she looked at Nell’s beautiful breasts and licked her lips when Robert was sucking Nell’s tits in the tape. “God, Nell, you’re so beautiful,” remarked Ellen as she watched, unable to take her eyes from the TV. Nell smiled and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek and tonguing her ear quickly. “Oh yesssss, Nell, don’t do that again or I’ll rape you,” Ellen said half joking. Nell did it again and unbuttoned Ellen’s blouse to rub her nipples as they watched the tape. Ellen gasped and sighed and leaned back against Nell to enjoy her new friend.

“Well,” said Agnes, “I had better call Mistresses Jane and Martha and tell them to get over here.” She went into the kitchen to call them as Nell tilted Ellen’s head back just as the tape ended and kissed her passionately rubbing her nipples. Ellen was captivated by Nell and melted in her embrace. Robert took them both by the hand and walked them into the living room and gently pushed the girls down on the deep carpet. He sat down to watch as Nell had Ellen completely naked and was rapidly removing her clothes too. She kneeled next to Ellen on the carpet and gave her a beautiful cone shaped breast to lick and suckle. Robert realized that something special was transpiring between the girls and he rose and left the room.

“Where are the girls, Robert,” asked Agnes as he walked into the kitchen.

“They are making love, Mother. It seems they have something special between them, so we’ll let them alone for a while,” he told her. Agnes nodded and they sat at the kitchen table to sip their coffee and wait for Nell and Ellen to finish. Robert leaned over and kissed Agnes on the cheek and thanked her for all the she had done for him. Her eyes welled up, but she did not cry as they recounted the last four years since they had first met. They recalled his first day as ‘Roberta’ and they both laughed at the good times “Roberta’ had provided for all of their extended family. Agnes asked if ‘Roberta’ was going to join them tonight, because it had been over a month since ‘Roberta’ had played with everyone. Robert became very serious and held his Mothers hand as he said, “Mother, I think Roberta has gone away. Would it bother you terribly if she never returned?” he asked.

Agnes smiled at her son and kissed his cheek. “No, dear, I have expected that she would quietly go away soon,” she replied. “She was wonderful, and we’ll all miss her, but I know that you are evolving into a Dom and a wonderful Dominant you will make, Robert. In part, because of ‘Roberta’, who showed you the other side of humanity…the feminine side,” Agnes said comforting him. Changing the subject, Agnes asked, “Are you in love with Nell, Robert?”

“No, Mother, I love Nell very much, but I’m not ‘in love’ with her. She is a very dear friend who was so wonderful to me at Mistress Calista’s. I will always have a special place in my heart for Nell, but not as my lover, but rather as a lover…understand?” Agnes nodded and sipped her coffee. “I have to take my place in the real world now, Mother. I will always be involved in our lifestyle with you and the others, but beginning today it will be as Master Gilden,” Robert explained. Agnes was thrilled that he had chosen her husbands surname as his Dominant name. It just seemed so right, she thought. “Do you mind if I use that name, Mother?” Agnes slowly shook her head no as her eyes welled up in tears from happiness.

“It’s perfect, Robert,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek, “I’m so proud and happy,” she said as she hugged and kissed him. Agnes dried her tears and composed herself. She smiled at Robert and said, “Let’s go see what Ellie and Nell are doing.” The two of them returned to the living room to find Nell and Ellen in the throes of orgasm as their pleasuring each other in a sixty-nine position diminished. Spent, but happy, the girls sat up to embrace each other and kiss deeply. Nell was so happy to have been accepted into their inner circle and to have coupled with Ellen first. It just seemed so right to her. It was obvious that the chemistry between the two young women fit neatly into place. They had bonded as submissive sisters.

Ellen looked up to see Agnes and Robert and smiled, “Oh Robert, Nell is so wonderful. I’m so happy that she came to visit…too bad she can’t stay,” Ellen said sincerely. Gone were the sassy and saucy remarks that Ellen was famous for and the devoted look in her eyes, as she looked at Nell, was wonderful to see.

“Yes, Ellie, she is wonderful,” he replied, “I’m glad that you two have found out how wonderful each of you are.” Agnes announced that that everyone was to meet at Mistress Martha’s home for a celebration. She hurried everyone to get dressed appropriately and to be ready to leave within the hour. Nell and Ellen decided to shower together and Agnes playfully warned them not to wear each other out in the shower as much was expected of them at Martha’s. The four of them each dressed privately, donning their favorite attire for the upcoming session. They hid their outfits from each other by wearing long robes that showed only their footwear. Each of the women were excited about what the others had select to wear and couldn’t wait for them to reveal themselves.

As they got into the car Ellen asked, “Mistress Agnes, where is Roberta?” Agnes smiled and told her that soon she would find out. Satisfied, Ellen climbed into the front passenger seat and Nell and Robert sat in the back. Agnes pulled out of the driveway for the short ride to Mistress Martha’s home. Mistress Jane passed them on the road and honked as she sped along toward Martha’s house. They arrived and joined Jane on the porch awaiting Martha to answer the door. Following a lot of hugging and kissing hello, they assembled in Mistress Martha’s ‘playroom’. Jane, being very fashion minded, wanted to begin revealing the outfits that each wore. Everyone took seats in a semi circle near a slightly raised platform. Mistress Jane stepped onto the platform first.

She dropped her robe to reveal a black tight soft leather bodice with holes for her nipples. She wore a wee mini skirt of leather strips reminiscent of Roman soldiers leather armor. Her thigh high stiletto heeled boots completed her Domina’s outfit. Martha was next and she wore a simple red leather strap outfit with room for her huge breasts, which were supported by leather half cups beneath them. Calf high red boots completed her outfit. Agnes had selected a white leather bodice with cutouts from which both of her near perfect breasts protruded enticingly. She too wore thigh high stiletto heeled boots, which were of white leather. Ellen, smiling mischievously, dropped her robe to reveal her wearing only an adult diaper and nothing else. As soon as the ‘audience’ finished the short applause for her outfit, Ellen wet herself to Martha’s delight.

Nell stood up and mounted the raised platform. She dropped her robe revealing a see through baby blue Roman slave maids outfit with a very short skirt. Her shaved pussy was easily within view and was moist with arousal. One of her magnificent conical breasts was uncovered and the other visible through the sheer material. Both nipples were pierced and displayed golden rings with tiny bells hanging from the rings. Similarly, her labia were pierced with golden rings and bells there too. A sigh of desire seemed to permeate the room, as the slave girl Nell, stood exposed and aroused. She smiled and stepped down to take her seat next to Ellie.

Agnes took Robert by his hand and they both stepped onto the platform to face the others. “I have an announcement to make, everybody,” Agnes began. “In the past three years we have been blessed to know a lovely young woman named ‘Roberta’.” The others stirred in their seats and looked quizzically at Agnes. “Tonight, Roberta has left us and she will not return. Instead a new person will join our group and it is his duty to rule, as Master Gilden,” she announced. She drew the robe from Robert revealing his Dom outfit of leather straps over his shoulders, around his waist and joined to a ring loosely fitted around his cock and balls. His feet were sheathed in sandals with leather straps wrapped spirally to his knees. Standing tall and holding a leather flogger Robert smiled authoritatively at the group he would command.

Nell rose from her chair to kneel before her Master and pay her homage by kissing his stiffening cock. The others followed suit with Ellen taking the lead, kneeling to kiss Roberts’ cock followed by Mistresses Jane, Martha and Agnes. Mistress Agnes lingered to lick his cockhead all about and also honor his balls, before taking her seat. Robert assumed command immediately and ordered all to the cellar Dungeon. He had the Mistresses restrain Ellen and Nell by wrists and ankles. Locking the wrist restraints together he placed each of the girls wrists on an overhead chain and pulled their arms over their heads. Master Gilden commanded Mistress Jane to bring him two Y chains with clamps on each of the three ends. He held the Y chains in his hand as he ordered Jane and Agnes to each suck and pull on Ellen’s and Nell’s nipples with their teeth. As they did so, Robert placed a nipple clamp of each slave girls’ nipples.

Both of them moaned from the pain in their nipples as the clamps squeezed them tightly. Robert hooked the third end of both Y chains onto the overhead chain pulling the nipples of both slave girls. He motioned to Mistress Jane to provide them with her masturbatory excellence. Jane eagerly moved between the chained girls and began to rub their clits with her magic fingers. The slave girls moaned in pleasure even though their nipples hurt. As the girls’ clits began to enlarge and engorge with blood, Jane trapped their clits between their wet cuntlips and started to rub their cuntlips against their clits. Both Ellen and Nell writhed in pleasure as Master Gilden reminded them that they were not to cum without his permission. They strained at their bonds as they could feel orgasms building within them.

Master Gilden sensed the meaning of their contorted faces and gave each a gentle push. The girls swung in opposite directions, screaming as the Y chains pulled their nipples painfully. Jane continued her ‘torments’ on their clits to keep them fully aroused throughout their ordeal. Master released the third end of both Y chains from the overhead chain and kneeled to clamp their clits. They screamed again as the searing pain bore down hard on their sensitive clits. Master handed his flogger to Mistress Martha and ordered her to tie knots in the ends of some of the leather strands in the flogger. Mistress Martha complied and stood next to her Master holding the flogger. He commanded her to flog the slave girls’ asscheeks. Martha moved to the girl’s sides and brought the flogger hard against Nell’s then Ellen’s lovely asscheeks. The slaves screamed and sobbed as the leather strands marked and welted their asscheeks.

They writhed in pain, pulling hard at their clamped nipples and clits. Finally, Master ordered Martha to stop, kneel and soothe the welts on their asscheeks with her tongue. Eagerly Martha dropped to her knees to lick the slaves asses. The sobs lessened to soon become moans of pleasure as Nell and Ellen reveled at Martha’s tongue. Their cunts flowed with juices, which coated their inner thighs. Master Gilden commanded Mistresses Agnes and Jane to lick the juices coating the slave’s inner thighs and to service their clits and cunts with their mouths. Agnes took Nell’s pussy onto her mouth and began to lick and suckle her clit and cunt. Jane serviced Ellen in the same manner.

Master Gilden ordered Martha to feed the slaves. She grinned happily and moved between the bound slave girls to offer them each a nipple. Ellen greedily sucked it into her mouth and began pulling hard as Martha’s milk sprayed her mouth. Nell, unaware that Mistress Martha lactated, sucked the nipple into her mouth and was startled to taste the warm sweet milk that filled her mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned joyfully as she swallowed as fast as she could. The girl’s drained Martha dry and were once again faced with a rising need to cum, from the tongues on their clits and pussies. Nell was the first to cry out and erupt in orgasm. She screamed at the top of her lungs and spewed her Nectar into Agnes’s mouth abundantly. Agnes eagerly swallowed the young pussy juices and pressed on to bring her to orgasm again.

Ellen screamed out, “Oh sweet Jesus!” and shuddered in orgasm as her cunt muscles clenched Jane’s tongue each time she came. Nell was quaking with her third orgasm as she nearly passed out from the intensity of her cumming. Both Agnes and Jane were relentless as they continued to lick the slave girl’s clits without let up. Both girls hung limply from their chains, unable to move voluntarily. They would shudder and spasm each time the Mistresses brought them to orgasm. Finally, Master Gilden relented and allowed the girls a rest from cumming. All had lost count of how many times the slaves had orgasmed, but their quivering bodies told everyone that it had been many times and enough.

Master ordered the Mistresses to release the slave girls and place them in the bed in the corner of the Dungeon. The Mistresses complied quickly and the totally fatigued slaves were soon fast asleep, with smiles on their lips. Master assembled the Mistresses on their knees around him. He ordered them to service him. Agnes engulfed his huge cock with her mouth to lick, suck and deep throat her Master. Jane selected Masters asshole to lick and tongue fuck, leaving his balls to Martha. The large ‘Amazon’ opened her mouth and took them both inside to suckle them. Robert was enraptured by the attentions lavished on his body by the three Mistresses that not so long ago, sexually tormented him. Each of the Mistresses nipped him gently with their teeth, lest he forget who had tutored him in the arts of BDSM. He turned his body to allow the Mistresses to mouth a different part of his genitals as they tried mightily to bring him to orgasm.

They had trained him well. His endurance was superb and his discipline unequaled by anyone they had ever met in the lifestyle. They each had several turns at his member, testicles and asshole when he ordered Jane and Martha to lick his nipples leaving Agnes to worship his magnificent cock. Robert’s nipples were hard wired to his cock and he knew that when Jane and Martha began to lick and suck his nipples he would soon cum. Agnes too, was aware of that trait in her master and was secretly proud that he had selected her to be the beneficiary of his first ever orgasm as a Master. She licked his cock with joy as she could feel his cum boiling in his balls. Agnes began to fondle his balls with one hand while the other sought out his asshole to finger it and enter to rub his prostate.

Robert’s nipples were betraying him again and he loved it. He resisted cumming with all his being and was succeeding when a sound from the corner caught his ear. He turned his head to find the source and saw Nell and Ellen busily loving one another’s cunt in a sensual sixty-nine on the bed. That scene was the trigger that exploded his orgasm. He cried out and blasted a huge volume of thick white frothy cum deep into Agnes’s throat. The sheer volume was too much for her and cum spewed from the corners of her mouth. Quickly, she cupped her mouth with her hands to catch the precious cream and hold it for later. She swallowed as much as she could, but was overwhelmed by the huge amount of cum that Robert expelled from his cockhole. Jane and Martha released his nipples and dropped to their knees to help their ’sister’ in consuming their Master’s creamy offering.

Amazingly, none of the Master’s cum had dribbled onto the Dungeon floor. The Mistresses consumed it all, even the cum on Agnes’s fingers. It was flattering to the new Dom that Martha, a confirmed lesbian, chose to clean his cock of any residual cum with her tongue. Robert helped each Mistress rise to her feet and he kissed each of them, telling them he loved them and thanking them for being his Aunts, tutors and friends. Agnes hugged him close to her breasts and kissed him repeatedly. Oh how she loved this boy, now become a man. She was proud of his bearing as he took command of the group and how generous and kind he was to all of them. Even Nell and Ellen who had been flogged and clamped enjoyed his kindness after they received what they both craved.

Jane was pulling at Agnes’s arm and she released Robert to go with her to the mat Jane had placed on the floor. Jane stripped Agnes naked of her Domina’s outfit, her outfit having been discarded earlier, and pulled her into an embrace as they sank to the floor into a sixty-nine. Martha, tits refilled with milk, lay down on a mat and called the slave girl’s to her. They had finished their orgasms and were recovering as they lay down next to Mistress Martha and each took a nipple into her mouth to nurse again. Watching the scenes before him brought Robert’s cock to a rigid hardness. He walked toward Nell, Martha and Ellen. Ellen saw that Robert was going to fuck her and she released Martha’s sweet tit and ran to the table to get a rawhide cord. Quickly she fashioned a cock ring around the base of Robert’s cock and lay down to resume nursing as she spread her legs to accommodate her new Master.

Ellen squirmed and moaned as the huge cock began to slide deep into her tight wet pussy. She sucked Martha’s nipple and played with Nell’s nipple rings as Robert fucked her hard and deep. Ellen relished this magnificent cock that she had fucked so many times over the past three years. No one could fuck like Robert when he wore a cock ring. Ellen fucked herself to several orgasms before sheer exhaustion from cumming so many times forced her to lie still gasping for air. Robert, still hard and unable to cum, moved to Martha and looked deep into her eyes as she smiled up at him. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck this lesbians cunt ’til she cums, Master,” Martha said as Robert dropped to his knees to enter her drenched cunt. “Oh, yes, Bobbie, fuck your Aunt Martha good,” she sighed passionately as Robert’s cock became a flesh piston driving Martha quickly towards orgasm.

Martha came several times from Robert’s wonderful cock, until she could cum no more. She released Nell from her now dry tit and thanked Robert for fucking her to orgasm. Martha looked at Nell as she whispered that Robert was the only man she ever wanted to fuck. “It’s your turn now, Nell darling.” Nell rolled Robert over on his back and straddled his hips. Seductively she drew his engorged and sensitive cockhead several times between her enticingly wet cuntlips. He moaned at the sensations rippling through his cockhead as Nell slowly lowered herself onto his cock until she was impaled upon it. Slowly and sensuously, she began to fuck him.

They moaned jointly as they fucked. Nell brought herself to orgasm riding his cock and drenching his pubic area and balls with her juices. She rolled over, pulling Robert onto her without letting his cock escape her sweet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his loins and began to thrust upwards into his down thrusts, laughing a little from the rich goodness she felt in her pussy. They fucked for nearly ten minutes before Nell exploded in a mind numbing orgasm that nearly caused her to black out, but she stayed the course beautifully. By now, the Mistresses and Ellen were enthralled as they watched Nell and Robert fuck. As Nell’s senses recovered from her massive orgasm, she grasped her legs under her knees, turning her sweet cunt up into Robert’s cock thrusts.