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The following story contains graphical, fictional descriptions of non-consensual sex and bondage.  If you are not of legal age, you are a resident of a state or territory that forbids such material, or you are easily offended by erotic material...Stop!  Leave!
 
This story is a fantasy about bondage and non-consensual sex.  Unlike these fantasies, true-life domination and bondage should always be SAFE, SANE, and CONSENTUAL. 

Characters and scenes depicted are fictional unless otherwise noted by the author.  Many of the characters and scenes portrayed within are inspired by erotic artwork, erotic photography, and erotic fiction found in the public domain.  Any resemblance to actual people or real life situations is purely coincidental.  Any resemblance to another author's fictional work is also strictly coincidental unless otherwise noted. 

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Author's note (06/06/2000):  

Several grammatical changes have been made to the story.  No changes in plot or content have occurred.

Author's note (08/26/1998):  

Mistress Mandy was inspired by a childhood acquaintance of the author.  Princess Shandra, Countess Catherine, Lady Nicole, and Lady Colleen were inspired by bondage/fetish artwork from Sojame.  Lady Sarah was inspired by the beautiful, loving wife of the author.

If you have ever fantasized about being a helpless captive of beautiful women, the many adventures of Drew Thomas should be of great interest.  If being a prisoner of: Cat Woman, Amazon warriors, outlaw cowgirls, The Oakland Raider Cheerleaders, your female boss, the girl next door, or even your own wife, turns you on, keep reading.
 
This story is the fifth in a series of fantasies as seen through the eyes of the fictional character, Drew Thomas.

Current volumes include:
 1. "Drew's First Time"
 2. "Drew's New Job"
 3. "Drew's Mysterious Client"
 4. "Drew's Frightful Trip"
 5. "Drew's Royal Retreat"
 6. "Drew's Dreadful Demons"
 7. "Drew's Goddess Returns"
 8. "Drew's Surrender"
 9. "Drew's L.A. Adventure"
10. "Drew's Tropical Adventure"


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Drew's Royal Retreat
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 5
Written by: your good boy


Prologue

Our "hero' is Drew Thomas, a mid-forties computer professional.  He is happily married and has two children, both in college.  Drew and his wife have a very good, faithful, vanilla relationship.

It has been thirty-five years since Drew's first encounter with bondage and Female Domination.  It has been nearly thirty years since our "hero" had his brief reunion with Mandy, his teenage bondage goddess.

Drew has been at his new job for less than two weeks.  His first several days were filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity.  (He is now being blackmailed by his boss.  He cannot quit or she will accuse him of sexual harassment....



Chapter 1 - The Gauntlet Is Cast


This Friday morning was different than most Fridays that I remember.  My walk from the car to my office was no easy task.  Every muscle in my body ached from the bondage and sexual "abuse" I had endured the previous day.  In the past two weeks, I had lived four of the most unusual days of my adult life.  My boss, two "fellow" employees, and two of their friends had taken me to new adventures in sexual encounters.  I was truly the innocent victim, but I found a sense of peace in the various tortures I had endured.

I had taken less time than usual conducting my morning visit with the third shift crew.  Each of them smiled an "all-knowing" smile when they saw me stiffly limping through the office.  Although nothing was said, it was obvious they knew about the "meetings" and 'client visits' that were weekly routines.

I eased into my chair and gazed at the pond beyond my window.  The ducks and geese played in the pond.  The sight was relaxing, but my mind was troubled.  I had never been unfaithful to my wife.  I had not done anything to encourage my boss to make sexual advances.  I had been drugged and "captured" at the beginning of a meeting.  I was an involuntary participant that first day.

But, I came back.  I willingly returned to work and allowed them to "abuse" me.  I played their games and treated them like royalty.  Sure, I was being blackmailed, but I didn't try to resist.  I enjoyed much of the torment they inflicted on me.  I enjoyed the sex they forced me to have, usually while bound tightly.

What was I going to do?

I couldn't quit, they were blackmailing me.

If I stayed, they would continue to dominate me.

What if my wife found out?

"Mr. Thomas," the feminine voice startled me.  Jenny Jordan, the brunette secretary, was talking through the intercom.  "Ms. O'Hara would like to see you in her office."

"Thank you, Ms. Jordan," I replied.  "Tell her I'm on my way." 

I grabbed my suit coat and a notebook as I headed out the door.  I walked past the beautiful secretary, giving her a questioning glance.  She shrugged her shoulders.  She had no idea what the subject of the impromptu meeting was going to be.  I straightened my tie and entered the office.

"Sit down Mr. Thomas," Cathryn O'Hara instructed.  Her beautiful green eyes glistened in the light.  Her red hair was pulled into the business-like "bun" as usual during business time.  Her large breasts pushed against her tweed business suit.  Her shapely legs were visible from the knee, downward.  Even in her mid-forties, she was very elegant and beautiful.  I had learned she was descended form Irish barons, although she preferred the title of Countess.

I glanced quickly around the room.  Nicole DeLeon, the Business Manager, and Shandra Stone, the Administrative Assistant, were seated to my right.  Nicole was a Caribbean woman, also in her mid-forties.  Her build was sleek and her skin was a rich ebony tone.  She was related to Jamaican royalty and used the title of Lady Nicole.  Shandra Stone was a beautiful, young, blonde Amazon princess.  She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

Cathryn O'Hara and Nicole DeLeon had been college roommates with a two other women.  Princess Xandra was now Queen Xandra of the Amazons.  She was princess Shandra's mother.  The fourth roommate was Yvonne DeSade, a descendant of the renowned, evil marquis.  She continued family tradition by using the title of Marquesa DeSade.

The mood of the women was not somber, but not joyous either.  I politely smiled and nodded to my peers.  Since we were in a business environment, we were peers.  I hoped that was the way things would remain that day.

"Mr. Thomas," my boss began.  "The Marquesa was very happy with your efforts to please her and Lady Monique.  We have been very pleased with your efforts to please us as well."

"I'm very happy that my service is acceptable to you and our clients," I responded in a respectful tone.

"But," the redhead continued.  "Princess Shandra, I mean Ms. Stone, feels you are frequently disrespectful to her during our sessions.  She made a challenge to you yesterday, and wishes to have you meet that challenge."

"I don't understand," I answered, a quizzical look on my face.

"She challenged you to a one week battle of wills.  She has complete control to make you a sissy housewife.  If she succeeds, you will submit to her through love.  If she fails, you will still have your rebellious attitude."

"I meant no disrespect to her highness."  I protested.  "I was merely caught up in the moment."

"Your spirit is commendable, not necessary of apology."  Ms. O'Hara interrupted my thought.  "You are not a slave, but a prisoner.  A spirit of resistance is expected in a prisoner.  However, calling The Princess vulgar names and insulting her has caused her to become angry with you."

"I'm sorry.."

Cathryn held her hand up to stop me in mid-sentence.  

"You will spend next week at my mountain retreat with Ms. Stone.  She will have five days to change your attitude.  There is only one rule; she cannot leave any lasting marks on you."

"But I don't hate her..."

Again, the boss halted my speech with a wave of her hand.

"You will leave on my jet at eight-thirty Monday morning."  There was no hint of discussion in her voice, only a firm command.  "Be ready to leave here at eight o'clock."

"Yes Countess, I'll be ready."  I meekly stuttered.

"Good!"  The boss replied, her voice filled with irritation.  

She obviously was not pleased with my attempts to avoid the trip.  I was not pleased to be going on a week-long torture-fest.  Shandra Stone appeared to be very pleased, as evidenced by her beaming smile.

"You may leave now."  Countess Cathryn slowly walked to the window with her back towards us.  She gazed at the geese on the pond as I hastily left the office.  Nicole Deleon and Shandra Stone stayed behind.


Chapter 2 - What Goes Up Must Come Down


Monday)
Monday morning arrived much too quickly.  I had spent the weekend hastily preparing for the trip.  I explained to my wife that urgent business had necessitated the trip.  I packed for a normal week-long business trip to avoid suspicion.

Cathryn O'Hara drove Shandra Stone and I to a small, private airport.  The car was strangely quiet the entire trip.  The car pulled near a small jet plane.  It obviously must be Ms. O'Hara's jet.  It had no obvious markings, no corporate logos. Cathryn O'Hara turned around and faced us.

"She will try her best to 'sissify' you," she started.  "You may resist as much as you like.  She cannot leave any marks on you.  She cannot force you to do anything you do not agree to do.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ms. O'Hara," I replied.  "I understand."

The boss turned to Shandra Stone.  "You will follow all the rules.  Now, you had better board the plane."

I grabbed our bags from the trunk of the car.  The pilot stood near the ramp to the cabin.  I carried the bags up the ramp and placed them inside.  Shandra Stone was right behind me.  The pilot boarded last and secured the door.  I glanced quickly at the pilot, it was Ms. O'Hara's niece, Colleen, who worked as the night shift security guard at the office.  She smiled at me, an evil, all-knowing smile, and climbed into the pilot's seat.

"Now, sissy boy," the voice of Shandra Stone was irritated and demanding, "get your clothes off and stand up."

I quickly began to undress.  I piled my clothes near one seat and turned to face the angry Amazon.  I stood at attention, completely naked.

Princess Shandra was still wearing business attire.  She wore a burgundy business suit and a white silk blouse.  The blouse was buttoned just to her breasts, the top two buttons unfastened.  The "V" of her blouse and suit coat hinted slightly at the gorgeous cleavage hidden beneath.  The skirt hugged her shapely hips and thighs, stopping just at the knee.  Her firm calves were covered by tan nylons.   Her long blonde hair was braided into a French-braid.  Her blue eyes sparkled like the summer sky.  Those gorgeous eyes and sweet lips looked so lovely, yet I knew they could become fierce in one heartbeat.

"You will not wear clothes until we return, unless I choose them for you."  She reached into a small travel bag she had carried onto the plane.  She pulled out a set of wrist and ankle cuffs.  She fastened them around my wrists and ankles.  "Now, lie down in the back."

I moved into the rear compartment and lowered myself onto the carpet.  She pulled out a hog-tie ring and clasped my arms and legs to the ring.  My muscles were already straining against the unnatural position.  My arms and legs pulled against the bonds, to no avail.

"How long will I be like this?" I asked in a perturbed voice.

"You will be like this as long as I wish.  If I want you to know, I will tell you without your asking."  She paused, satisfied she had made her point.  "The flight will take about one hour.  That will be plenty of time to make you uncomfortable."  She flashed that wicked grin that always pissed me off.

"Bitch!" I blurted out.  "I'll never give in to you."     

She reached into her bag and pulled out an inflatable gag.  She pushed the balloon into my mouth.  I didn't resist, I wouldn't give her the pleasure.  She strapped it tightly around my head, tugging hard to tighten an extra notch.  The leather cut into my lips and cheeks.  She pumped air into the balloon until my tongue was tightly pinned to the bottom of my mouth.  I could make no distinguishable sound, only faint grunts and growls.  I could not breathe through my mouth, only through my nose.

"That will shut your foul mouth for awhile."  She now seemed very amused at herself.  "Until I can find a cock for you to suck."

My eyes gave away my terror, then focused into a stare of rage.  She would never get me to suck a cock.  My anger caused me to struggle against the bonds.  The leather and metal did not give, but my strength quickly waned.

Princess Shandra now placed her foot under my ribs.  I squirmed at the tickling sensation, then cringed as she began to lift.  She rolled me on my side.  The strain on my arms and legs subsided slightly, since gravity was no longer pulling them downward.  Any relief I felt was quickly shattered.  She pulled a leather contraption out of her bag.  It looked similar to the ball stretcher-separator I had worn several times, but it was different.  Much different!

She began to strap the contraption around my scrotum.  It stretched my sac at least three inches.  She fastened the center strap between my balls, separating and squeezing them.  Incredible pain shot through my balls and into my stomach.  I tried to double up in pain, but was quickly restrained by the hog-tie ring.  So far, this was nothing different than the device I had been forced to endure before.  But, now the Amazon pulled two small rings up from one side of the contraption.  She then took a small C-clamp and tightened it through a ring on each end.  The clamp then began tightening on my nut.  She cranked it one turn after it began to crush me.  My screams were muffled by the gag, but very audible.  She then tightened a second C-clamp through two more rings, crushing my other nut.

I had never been in such agony in my life.  Tears streamed down my face.  My entire body shivered in pain.  My vision became blurry.  Sweat drenched every inch of my body.  My muscles convulsed, pulling my wrists and ankles against the steel ring.  My nostrils flared in vain attempts to control my breathing.

Several minutes passed before my body began to slowly tolerate the pain.  My muscles relaxed, my breathing steadied.  The pain seemed unbearable, but somehow, my body was adjusting.  Princess Shandra pulled a short chain from her bag.  The chain was about 12 inches long, with clasps on either end.  She hooked a clasp to each C-clamp, forming a convenient loop for further torture.  I didn't have to wait long, as she looped her foot inside the chain and gave several hard tugs.  Each tug sent new waves of pain through my nuts and into my stomach.  Each tug revived the violent, yet vain struggle within my body.

Princess Shandra lowered herself into a seated position, her legs crossed under her.  Her finger nails slowly traced tear-streaked paths down my cheek.  I writhed in agony as she tenderly taunted me.  She occasionally reached her foot out and gave another ferocious yank to the chain, further crushing my swollen balls.

"You really think you can resist me for five days?"  The question was obviously rhetorical, since the gag made any reply impossible.  "This is only a taste of what you are going to suffer."

She yanked again on the chain, harder than before.  My body jerked in violent reaction to the new level of pain.

"I will make you beg to be my sissy slut!"  The words hissed from her mouth as she exaggerated the evil intent.

"By the way, I wouldn't cry too much,"  she paused momentarily, "your nose will clog and you won't be able to breathe."  She rose from the floor and seated herself next to the pilot.

I was left in the rear to suffer as I had never suffered before.  I struggled to find a position that offered less pain.  It was useless.  I couldn't curl up because of the hog-tie ring.  I pondered my plight.  I had no relief.  I had to suffer.  My legs and arms already cramped from the immobility and strain of the hog-tie.  My mouth and tongue were brutally smashed by the inflatable gag.  The straps of the gag cut into my cheeks.  The ball strap and C-clamps were torturing my swollen, purple nuts.  The pain shot through each testicle, through my tubes and drove sharp pains deep into my stomach.  I wanted to vomit.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to die!

Thump! Thump! Thump!  Whirrrrrrrrr!!!1  The plane touched down.  Every jolt of the plane bumping the runway sent sharp jolts of pain through my body.  Fortunately, the plane stopped.  

I was never aware we had taken-off.  Now, we had landed.  The flight was over.
I was already physically and emotionally weak from the hour-long trauma.
 

Chapter 3 - A Royal Reception


I had no idea what to expect at this moment.   Surely I would be unbound and clothed to travel to the mountain retreat.  At least briefly, I would be released.

Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen walked into the rear cabin and stood towering over me.  I had already met the night shift security guard, pilot, and boss' niece.  She was a stunning redhead, a trait that ran in the family.  She was very shapely.  She was rather tall, probably five foot, ten inches.  She was slender, maybe one hundred and twenty pounds.  Like most of the women at the office, she was very attractive.  Her security uniform fit snugly to her shapely body.

Colleen chuckled as she lightly tapped her toe against my balls.  She chuckled again as my body convulsed in a vain attempt to escape her soft kicks.

"He really is a pathetic little pussy!"  

Colleen's comments bit deep into my pride.  I was a prisoner.  I was not a sissy.  And, I was not a pussy!

"I suppose I need to help you get him into the cottage before I park the plane in the hanger."  The redhead rubbed her shoe lightly against my balls, causing my rock-hard dick to twitch.  "Uhhmmmm!!! This is going to be really fun."

I looked confused at the two young ladies.  Sensing my confusion, Princess Shandra decided to explain a few details of the upcoming week.

"Oh, yes," the Amazon mused.  "Lady Colleen is going to help me out during the week.  You know, make sure you behave yourself, and all that good stuff.  She is a black-belt in karate, and she will kick your butt if you give her a reason.  You will call her Lady Colleen!  After all, she is from a family of nobility"

The Princess reached down and unclipped the ankle cuffs from the hog-tie ring.  She left my hands clasped behind my back.  She rolled me onto my back and slowly removed the C-clamps from my bulging purple balls.  She left the stretcher-separator in place.  She pulled me to my feet with Lady Colleen's help.

"You had better think twice before calling me a bitch again," she threatened in a very stern, serious voice.  "There are other attachments that are much more severe than these." She held up the C-clamps for clarification.  "There's even a set of barbed chains that leave lots of bloody scratches.

"Ooohhh!" Lady Colleen cooed, delight shining in her green eyes.  "When can we try them?"

"We'll let him decide that," The Princess retorted.  "If he behaves, he may be spared those little jewels."

The Princess placed a hand on my arm to lead me out of the plane.  Lady Colleen grabbed the other arm.  We emerged from the plane three-abreast as we started down the ramp.  I briefly feared about being nude, bound, and gagged as we emerged.  My fears quickly dissipated as I looked around.  We were on a private landing strip at the rear of a large mansion-like cottage.  We appeared to be miles from anyone I needed to be embarrassed about.

Waiting at the bottom of the ramp were three women.  One middle-aged redheaded lady, short in stature, yet attractive; and two scantily-clad, young, brunette beauties.  The older lady was dressed in a below-the-knee black dress that revealed a nice figure, but nothing more.  The young girls' outfits resembled a French maid's costume, but revealed much more than the traditional garments.  The black lace bustiers revealed supple breasts with large nipples.  Their black garter belts and black nylon stockings highlighted their bare, shaved pubic areas.  The white collars and wrist cuffs at first appeared to be ornamental, but further examination revealed they were also functional leather collars and cuffs.

The older woman must be in charge, as she greeted Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen with hugs and small talk.  The younger ladies were obviously slaves and remained at a distance.  The greetings finished, the older woman, Aunt Sarah they called her, gave me a thorough look-over.  She chuckled approvingly and turned toward the house without uttering a word.  Princess Shandra and Aunt Sarah escorted me to the house while Lady Colleen stayed behind to park the plane in the hanger.  The two slave girls followed several paces behind us without uttering a sound. 

We entered the house through a patio door, into a study.  The decorations were elegant and beautiful.  I had little time to appreciate them as the procession continued through a hall, down a wide stairway and into the basement.  No surprise at this point, the basement was a multi-chambered dungeon.  I was led into a center room and forced onto a leather covered bondage table.  I was not spread-eagled at this moment, instead, my legs were re-fastened to the hog-tie ring.  I was lying flat on my stomach, my legs and arms secured together.  One wide leather strap was secured around my back to keep me in place.  My legs rested on the table, but a cut-out section allowed easy access to my private areas.  The leather contraption still tortured my testicles.  The inflatable gag filled my mouth, causing great discomfort.

"You will have no sex this week, unless you submit to me."  Princess Shandra's commands were blunt and forceful.  "Molly, prepare a tea for us in the corner.  Constance, help me change into something more practical."

The women departed, leaving me to ponder my circumstances.  I lay on the bondage table, my imagination conjuring up all kinds of torture to which The Princess could subject me.  She could not leave marks or physically maim me.  But she might psychologically destroy me.  I wondered if I could endure the pain and torment for five days.  Could she make me beg her to be her sissy slut?

A noise in the corner startled me from my thoughts.  Molly, one of the slave girls, was preparing the tea party Princess Shandra had ordered.  She set three places with beautiful china cups and saucers.  A matching tea pot sat on a plate that was heated by candles.  A plate of pastries completed the setting.  The cozy little tea party was readied.

Soon the three women returned to the dungeon.  Aunt Sarah was still wearing the  below-the-knee black dress with black nylons and black, three-inch spike heels.  She was stunning for a lady in her early forties.  Her red hair and green eyes hinted that she might be related to Countess Cathryn.  She sat at the far side of the table, occasionally chatting with the younger women, but mostly observing.

Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen had chosen similar, intimidating outfits.  Both wore leather halter tops that covered their nipples, but left most of their ample breasts exposed.  Each had chosen black leather pants that laced up the outsides.  Both wore ankle high boots with four-inch heels.  Both wore leather chokers with medallions.  The medallion on Princess Shandra's choker was the same as the one she wore with her warrior outfit.  It must be some sort of royal seal for her Amazon tribe.

The two leather-clad women sat on either side of Aunt Sarah.  They all had an excellent view of my face, what little of it wasn't covered by the gag.  The two slaves stood in the corner at attention, with their eyes looking down.  The women drank tea, nibbled at pastries, and giggled as they talked.  Several times one of the women would glance at one of the slaves, who immediately responded by approaching with a curtsy, then serving more tea.  The party lasted about thirty minutes.


Chapter 4 - Vengeance Is Mine!


Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen rose from their seats and walked toward me.  Three weeks ago the site of two leather-clad, gorgeous women walking toward me would have been my ultimate fantasy.  Now, it was a very real nightmare.  Erotic sexual fantasy was not on their mind.  Princess Shandra was motivated by anger and wounded pride.  Lady Colleen appeared to be an extremely willing accomplice.

Princess Shandra placed her hand under my chin, lifting my head.  Our eyes met, her baby blue eyes looked as cold as ice.  I resolved to endure her torture as manly as possible.  My brown eyes glared at hers in contempt.

"You will learn a new meaning of the word PAIN!"  The words hissed from her mouth in anger.  "You will beg me to be my sissy slut!  You will worship me!"

She walked around to the cut-out in the table.  She fastened a chain to the rings on the strap squeezing my left testicle.  She let go of the chain.  A weight on the end of the chain fell about two feet, then yanked on my left nut.  My body convulsed as pain shot through my groin and deep into my stomach.  The pain persisted for two or three minutes.  It subsided slightly, but persisted as the weight swung from side to side.

The Amazon warrior waited for the pain to stabilize.  Then she attached a similar weight to my right testicle and let it fall.  My screams were barely audible through the gag.  My arms and legs pulled against the hog-tie ring.  My body tried to double up into a ball, but couldn't.  Again the pain subsided slightly, but both weights were swinging, continually causing pain to stab through me.

I tried to control my body's reaction to the torment.  My best efforts were not enough.  My body quivered as my arms and legs continued to strain against the leather cuffs and steel rings.  Tears welled up in my eyes and slowly trickled down my cheek.  My breathing was frantic.  I couldn't breathe through my mouth because of the inflated gag.  I couldn't beg for mercy.  I was totally defenseless.

Princess Shandra walked in front of me.  She again lifted my chin and stared into my tear-filled eyes.  She had a wicked smile on her face.

"Well sissy slut!  You still think I'm a vicious bitch?"  She was chuckling as she queried me.  "You've not seen vicious. YET!"

She opened her arms wide, then brought her hands together in a wide arc.  It was a signal to Lady Colleen.  The redhead grabbed the two weights and spread them apart.  Then she swung them together.  The two weights collided with a dull thud.  The shock of the collision vibrated through the chains.  The resulting tug and vibration shivered through my balls.  I moaned in agony as tears began flowing freely from my eyes.

She removed her hand from my chin.  My head bobbed forward.  She was winning the battle of wills.  I was already near my breaking point.  If she continued for ten more minutes, I would be totally defeated.

"Your tears are useless, sissy slut!"  The Amazon's blue eyes glared into mine.  "Your pain and agony are just beginning.  You will never call me a bitch again.  Vengeance is mine!"


Chapter 5 - I Lost The Battle, But Not The War


Whether she made a mistake in assessing my condition, or whether she wanted the battle to progress slower, I don't know.  If I had not been gagged, I probably would have surrendered.  She didn't force her advantage.  She gave me a short break.  I used the time to regroup my composure.  Defiance surged through me.  I was again resolved to outlast her.

After about another hour, Lady Colleen released my legs from the hog-tie ring and lowered them carefully to the bondage table.  The muscles in my calves cramped and resisted being lowered due to the prolonged hog-tie position.  She forced them downward, letting the cramps slowly ebb.  My arms ached from being pulled behind my back.  The aches diminished slightly as strain was removed.  The weights still pulled on my balls; the pain had become a steady, yet bearable throb.  My jaws ached and I still could not breathe through my mouth.  I had been gagged for at least two hours with the air bag inflated tightly in my mouth.

Lady Colleen then helped me into a sitting position, keeping the chains on the ball weights from wrapping around my legs.  I was pulled to my feet and led to a corner.  Each step caused the weights to swing and clash together.  Each swing of a weight causing unbelievable pain.  Each small collision vibrated through my entire body.  I desperately fought to double over, to collapse to stop the pain.  Lady Colleen led onward, enjoying my obvious discomfort.

Finally reaching my destination, I was turned to face the center of the room.  My feet were shackled to the wall about three feet apart.  My arms were unclasped from the hog-tie ring and quickly refastened to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  The chain was retracted, stretching my arms tightly above my head.  I had no freedom to move without stretching my arms and legs to painful extents.  The weights still dangled from the straps separating my swollen, purple balls.

Princess Shandra now walked towards me, tapping a riding crop in her left palm.  She reached out the crop and slapped the weights.  A sharp spasm of pain shot through both balls, cramping my stomach.  My body strained to recoil, to double up.  The chains never budged, I was stretched tightly, denying me any reaction.  The pain caused my knees to buckle.  All of my weight was now supported by my arms.

She now brought the crop upwards, between the weights and delivered a sharp blow between my balls.  Again pain racked my body.  I jerked against the chains holding my arms.  My legs refused to support me.  My eyes glazed over.  The room became a blur.  I was conscious, but barely.  I sagged against the chains.  The pain became an indistinguishable ache throughout my body.

The blonde beauty realized that further beatings were useless at the moment.  She saw the dazed look in my eyes.  She saw my legs buckle.  She decided to wait before she continued her methodical destruction of my willpower.

The Princess turned to the slaves, still standing at attention near the tea table.  One of the slaves walked to a spigot and filled a bucket with water.  She carried the water to The Princess.

"Okay, sissy slut!"  Her words echoed incoherently in my ears.  "Open your fucking eyes!"

She threw the water into my face.  It was ice cold.  Normally, I would have startled in reaction.  The cold shock of the water did bring me back to a state of coherence.  The water actually was refreshing.  I only wished I could drink some.

The Princess grabbed my chin.  "You will submit when I am ready!" Her voice sounded like a growl.  "But, for now, you have more punishment to serve."

She kicked playfully at the weights sending new, sharp pains through my body.  She lightly traced imaginary circles on my chest with her fingers.  She rubbed her fingers through my wet hair.  She once again kicked at the weights.

"I think we will leave you here to contemplate your attitude."  She turned to Lady Colleen, "Let's go for a swim."

"Sounds great!" Lady Colleen answered.  It was the first time Lady Colleen had spoken since the tea party ended.

The two young women left the room.  Aunt Sarah and the two slave girls remained in the room.  Aunt Sarah motioned to the two girls, who immediately walked to the wall to my right.  Aunt Sarah hooked each girl's collar to a short chain.  She then walked to me.  She spoke to me for the first time since I arrived at the cottage.

"You are either a very brave, spirited man, or a very big fool."  Her voice was slightly compassionate, slightly irritated.  "You cannot win this battle.  She has  all of the advantages."

She wiped several drips of water from my face.  She checked the straps securing the gag around my face.  She checked my wrists and ankles.  She didn't look at my balls.

"Well, you seem to be secured pretty well."  

She reached down to tease my cock.  I had no sign of an erection.  The pain and torture had not aroused me, it had drained my body of energy.  As my energy slowly began to regenerate, her touches brought a delayed response.  After several minutes, I had developed a throbbing erection.  She teased and tormented for several minutes, then withdrew her hand.

"We can't have you cumming," she quipped.  "Princess Shandra would be pissed at both of us."  Her face broke out in a broad smile.  "But, I could arrange for a little entertainment."

She walked over to the slave girls and unleashed one of them.  She nodded to another corner.  The slave girl immediately moved to the corner and pushed a large over-stuffed leather chair in front of me.  The chair was at a slight angle.  Aunt Sarah sat in the chair, raising her dress to her waist as she descended.

"Constance will now show you how to eat pussy," the redhead stated matter-of-factly.  "The correct technique is very important if you wish to please your mistress."

The slave girl kneeled inside of the mistress' thighs.  She began to slowly lap at the luscious lips of her mistress' pussy.  The slight angle of the chair allowed me to see a little of the action.  Mostly, I just saw Constance's head moving.

"After she gets me warmed up with some playful licks, she now is licking my clit... ooooh!.  It feels really good.  It drives me right to the brink of orgasm ....  ooooh!"  She squirmed constantly as her slave teased her love nest with kisses and licks.

"The secret is to be slow and gentle until your mistress is almost crazy with lust.  Then you dig in as deep as you can.  Bury your face inside of her.... oooooh!"

I was starting to guess what Constance was doing by the position of her head.  If her head was up a little, she was teasing Aunt Sarah's clit.  If her head was down, she was buried deep inside.  Constance alternated positions several times.  Aunt Sarah had stopped her commentary and was moaning and cooing.  After about fifteen minutes, Aunt Sarah erupted into a huge orgasm.  She moaned and groaned for two or three minutes as Constance continued to serve her mistress.  Constance pulled back, remaining on her knees in front of her mistress.  Aunt Sarah sat for several minutes, letting her body recover from the heat of passion.

"That is how you eat your mistress' pussy!"  She began to ease herself out of the chair and slowly walked to me.  "Constance, let him smell your face."

The slave girl rose and walked to me.  Her face was covered with the juices of her mistress.  Being very careful not to touch me with her hands, she smeared her face and lips all over my nose and cheeks.  The smell of the juice was heavenly.  I wanted to taste it, but my gag prevented any attempt at moving my tongue.

As the slave backed away, Aunt Sarah stepped in front of me.  She reached down and playfully flipped her finger against my now throbbing dick.  She wiped away the pre-cum that had collected in the opening and put her finger in her mouth.

"Hmmmmm!  Still tastes as delicious as ever," she grinned.  "If you're lucky, or shall I say smart, you might get to cum later this week."  She giggled as she saw the frustration building in my eyes.  "But, if you piss her off again, you may never cum!"

Constance had pushed the chair back into the corner.  She walked over to her cohort, Molly.  Aunt Sarah pulled her to her chain and fastened it to her collar.
She then fastened both girls hands behind their backs with a clasp hook through their wrist cuffs.  Constance was licking the pussy juice from her mouth while Molly looked on with envy.  Aunt Sarah walked to the chair and eased herself into it.


Chapter 6 - The Air That I Breathe

About two hours passed while the four of us reflected on our positions.  Aunt Sarah relaxed after being driven to passionate ecstasy by Constance's tongue.  Constance and Molly were chained, standing in a corner.  Their positions were not torturous, but were very helpless and demeaning.  Constance seemed content that she had pleased her mistress.  Molly seemed jealous and snubbed that Constance was chosen instead of her.

I was in a much greater predicament.  My whole body ached from being hog-tied for nearly four hours.  My energy had been drained by the previous torture sessions.  Now, I was stretched to a point of discomfort, my arms chained to the ceiling and my feet spread apart.  My mouth was stuffed with an inflatable gag that was pinning my tongue to the floor of my mouth.  I could not breathe through my mouth or utter a sound.  My jaws felt like they were ready to crack from the strain.  My cheeks were being smashed by the leather straps.  I had not drank or eaten since breakfast.  My throat was parched, and my stomach was growling from hunger.  My balls were stretched and separated by a leather contraption that had weights hanging from each testicle.  My balls were purple and very sore.  Pain shot through my groin and into my abdomen.  My stomach was cramping from the constant pain.  I was nauseous.  I had no idea what time it was, or how long I had been here.  And I was trying to be some freaking macho man that wouldn't surrender!

I was startled out of my thoughts by the sound of giggling.  Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen were bouncing through the door of the dungeon.  They had obviously enjoyed their swim.  They had not bothered to change from their bathing suits.  Both wore very skimpy Bikinis that revealed perfect bodies.  They had taken a few moments to comb their wet hair.  They giggled at each other like little school girls.  Princess Shandra turned to Aunt Sarah.

"The sissy slut hasn't created any problems has he?"

Aunt Sarah remained seated and answered, "He hasn't said anything."  She chuckled at the obvious pun.  "He did get a little excited when I had Constance demonstrate how to eat pussy.  He didn't cum, but he got a little messy."

"I believe that," the Amazon quipped.  "He cums at the drop of a pin."

All three ladies chuckled at that.

"Any way," The Princess continued.  "He won't be cumming for a long time."

Again they chuckled.  Aunt Sarah walked to the slaves and unleashed them.  She then unclasped their hands.  She softly gave them instructions and the slaves disappeared out the door.  She turned to the younger women.

"Dinner for three in half an hour!"  She chuckled to herself.  "Served here, of course."

Lady Colleen spoke, "I'm sure we can find some way to pass the time."

Princess Shandra glared at me and interjected, "We still have some serious matters that need our attention."

The Princess walked to me.  She grabbed my aching jaw in her right hand.  Her icy blue eyes stared fiercely into mine.

"Do you want the gag removed?"  

I nodded.

"Will you show me respect?"

I nodded again.

"Will you submit to me, unconditionally?"

I stared straight ahead.

"Okay, pussy boy!"  She glared deeply.  "Keep the gag in your mouth.  Starve to death.  It's your decision."

She reached her foot out and began playfully kicking the weights.  Instantly my groin was filled with pain.  She lightly kicked again.  More pain shot through me.  The swinging of the weights continued to torment me.  She walked to a cabinet in another corner and returned with a small package.  She tore open the package and revealed its contents.  A drug patch.  She didn't have to tell me its purpose.  I had suffered these before.  She decided to taunt me with a description anyway.

"You remember your friend, the patch?"  She rubbed it against my cheek.  "You know what he will do to you?"  A brief pause.  "He will give you an erection that won't go away!  He will cause you to beg for sex!  He will torment you as long as I wish!  He will drive you to insanity!  You have just begun to suffer, you pathetic sissy!"

She placed the patch on my leg, near my ankle.  She began teasing my already enlarged cock.  She traced her fingers across my swollen balls.  She kicked at the weights and sent pain racing through me again.  She turned and walked away.  

Looking at Aunt Sarah she spoke.  "No food or water for sissy slut until I say!"

"Yes, Your Highness."  The accommodating mistress answered the Amazon Princess.

The Princess turned back toward me.  Her eyes glared in frosty blue anger.  She once again cradled my chin in her hand.

"Perhaps we should start this session over again?"  

She looked for me to express my agreement.  I remained emotionless.  She reached with her left hand and pinched my nostrils closed.  I immediately began struggling for air.  I tried to flail my head from side to side to break her grip, but her right hand held my head firmly in place.  My lungs hurt from lack of oxygen.  Panic  overtook my body.  Just as I felt I was passing out, she released my nose.  I snorted as I hurried to get air into my body.

"Oh! You didn't realize that I control your life for the next four days?"  Again her question was rhetorical and sarcastic.  "I control your food, your drink, and your air.  I control your orgasms.  I even control when you can potty."

She squeezed my chin very tightly.  Her eyes looked fierce enough to burn holes through me.  She raised her left hand to my nose, preparing to shut off my breathing if I answered incorrectly.  She resumed her questions.

"You will address me with respect at all times?"  I nodded.

"You will never call me a bitch again, will you?"  I shook my head.

"You will submit to me?"  I nodded.

"Good!  Do you know what that means?"  I shook my head.

"You will do anything I say, without question or hesitation."  A smile crossed her face.  She nodded towards Colleen.

"If I tell you to kiss her feet, you will."  I nodded.

"If I tell you to eat her pussy, you will."  I shook my head.

"If I tell you to screw her, you will."  I shook my head.

"If I tell you to drink her pee, you will."  I shook my head harder.

"If I tell you to lick her ass, you will."  I shook my head harder.

"If I tell you to whip Molly, you will."  I shook my head again.

"If I tell you to wear a bra and panties, you will."  I shook my head again.

"If I tell you to eat your own cum, you will."  I shook my head vigorously.
 
"If I tell you to suck some guy's cock, you will."  I shook my head violently.

"So you want to set limits on your submission?"  She sounded quizzical, not angry.  I nodded.

"You don't trust me?"  She let a mock pout pucker her lips.  I shook my head.

"You know what I could do to you in three more days?"  She paused to let me think.  "I could reduce you to quivering heap that would do anything I command.  I could make you my obedient slave."

I felt a shudder travel the length of my body.  Fear filled my eyes.  I shook my head, signaling an emphatic no!  I would never be a slave.

"You are in no position to negotiate limits.  Your life is putty in my hands.  With a five cent clothes pin I could kill you in ten minutes.  With a penny's worth of cotton I could suffocate you.  With a little wad of toilet paper I could put an end to your miserable life."

My breathing was very heavy.  I was near panic with fear.  She sounded crazy.  My body trembled.  My eyes were bulging.  She glared at me.  She reached her hand to a small table and grabbed two cotton balls.  She forced one ball into each nostril.

"I'll give you some time to reconsider!"  Her evil smile returned to her face.  "You have five minutes before you pass out.  Ten minutes before your dead!"

She stepped back two steps, spread her legs shoulder width apart, and put her hands on her hips.  I desperately tried to gasp for air.  My mouth was sealed with the gag.  My nose was sealed by the cotton.  My face turned hot.  My temples throbbed.  I shook my head from side to side trying to dislodge the cotton.  Sweat covered my panic-stricken body.  My body began to twitch as my vision blurred.

"I'm waiting!" She sounded angry at my resistance.  "Totally submit and you can breathe."

I looked at her, puzzled.  She surely wouldn't kill me.  Countess Cathryn wouldn't permit it.  I was desperate.  I couldn't think.  I couldn't breathe.  The room was growing dim.  I was about to black out.  Would I ever wake up?


Chapter 7 - Welcome to the Outer Limits


"Aaaaggghhhhh!!!!" I screamed as a bucket full of ice-cold water spattered across my face.  Startled by the sudden, freezing sensation, I struggled to regain my wits.

"You've been asleep for an hour.  Wake up and listen to me."  The voice of Princess Shandra sounded calm and reassuring.

I shook my head, flinging water from my face and hair.  I started to speak, but my jaws were too sore to form words.  At least the gag had been removed.  I gazed around the room.  Aunt Sarah stood in the corner near the table.  The two slave girls were kneeling on each side of her.  They still wore their French maid costumes.  Their hands were behind their backs, but I couldn't see whether or not they were bound.  Lady Colleen stood beside Princess Shandra.  They both wore the leather pants and halter tops they had worn before their swim.  Lady Colleen was holding the bucket from which they had drenched me.

I took a few moments to assess my situation.  I was still in the corner, facing the center of the room.   My arms were still stretched to the ceiling, my legs still spread by chains attached to the walls.  The ball stretcher-separator was still tightly attached to my scrotum.  The weights had been removed.  So had the gag.  I could breathe freely, and having an hour to recover, I felt no ill effects from the near-suffocation.  My jaws ached, and my mouth and throat were parched from being tightly gagged for over eight hours.  I looked at The Princess with a totally confused gaze.

"You would rather die than submit to me?"  The Princess asked in disbelief.

"Your Highness," I began.  "You are very beautiful, and I like you very much.  If I were single, I would welcome the chance to please you.  But, I love my wife.  I would never have willingly betrayed her faith.  I will never willingly have sex with another.  And, I will never touch another man." 

"You realize I could torture you until you submit?"  Her voice remained calm and analytical.

"For God's sake, Your Highness!"  I pleaded with all my strength.  "I'm a human being!  I have feelings!  I have rights!  Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm doing this because I can!"  She paused for effect.  "I don't care about your feelings.  And, you no longer have rights.  You exist for my pleasure."  She paused longer.  "Now, answer my question.  You do realize I will torture you until you submit?"

"Yes, Your Highness," my reply was respectful, yet confident.  "I will resist as long as I can.  Damn it!  I'm married!  I want to remain faithful to her."

"Yet, you try to please The Countess and The Marquesa."  She seemed puzzled.  "Why is that?"

"Your Highness, I am being blackmailed, remember?"

"Yes, but you seem eager to please them." 

"Your Highness," I started my explanation.  "Since I was a young boy, I have fantasized about beautiful women, like you and The Countess and Lady Nicole, kidnapping me and forcing me to have sex while tightly bound.  Sex is so much more exciting to me when I have no control.  But, I would never cheat on my wife unless forced."

"I'm not going to let you go free just because you're married."  She was matter-of-fact in her tone.  "Now why do you think I'm a bitch?"

"I don't think you're a bitch all of the time."  I replied.

"Oh!  So I'm only a bitch sometimes?"  The unemotional tone of her voice sounded clinical, almost like a psychiatrist.

"Well, The Countess and Lady Nicole always seem compassionate and concerned, even when punishing me.  But, you are sometimes very compassionate and, other times, you're very vicious and scary."

"So," she mused.  "If I were always compassionate, instead of scary, you would submit to my every wish?"

"No, Your Highness"  I answered.  "I still will never cheat on my wife unless forced.  And, I will never touch another man."

The Princess paused to formulate her next question.  "If your wife was dead, would you submit to me?"

"Your Highness, you wouldn't kill her, would you?"

"Only if it served my purpose," she replied, calmly.  "Would you submit to me?"

"I would never agree to touch another man.  And, I would never agree to drink pee or eat shit or cum ... even if you kill me."

"I see," her dead-pan voice continued.  "So, I have to make a choice.  Either let you partially submit, or kill you.  Very intriguing options."  She turned to Lady Colleen.  "Which choice would you make?"

Lady Colleen twisted her face in mock contemplation.  "I think I would just kill him," she stated.  After a brief pause, she continued, "but The Countess might not like it."

"Yes, I suppose we have to let him live."  The Princess sounded disappointed.  "Of course, we have the third option ... we could torture him into complete submission."

"We could," Lady Colleen replied.  "It wouldn't be as much fun as killing him, but it raises lots of possibilities."

The Princess turned to me.  "Let's all three think on it tonight, and we can decide tomorrow."

I looked at the two women with a dumbfounded expression.  They casually discussed whether to kill me, torture me, or limit my submission.  I was so shocked, I couldn't even attempt to speak.

The Princess replaced the inflatable gag in my mouth.  She fastened it snugly around my head.  I didn't resist.  I didn't want to make her angry.  Besides, what good would it do me to thrash my head from side to side when I was tightly bound.  She then went to a cabinet in a different corner and returned with her hand full of metal beads on chains.  She started fastening the chains to the rings on my ball straps.  She fastened several chains across each testicle.  The chains were tight and forced the sharp-cornered beads to press into my swollen, purple balls.  Sharp stings were scattered across my nuts.  I cringed and moaned from the pain.

"If you are quiet, I will not inflate the gag."  Princess Shandra acted as though she was doing me a favor.  "We'll leave you chained her for a while to think over the choices."

The Princess and Lady Colleen walked to the table and sat down.  Aunt Sarah joined them.  The three ladies sipped tea and softly discussed my situation.  The two slaves remained kneeling where they had been since dinner.  

I was still chained in the corner, my arms stretched to the ceiling.  The gag was mildly uncomfortable.  My legs were cramping from being tightly stretched.  My arms and shoulders ached.  The ball straps with the beads was agonizing.  I tried to formulate a plea for sanity that I could deliver tomorrow, if they remove my gag.  They probably wouldn't let me speak anyway.  The pain in my groan overcame my thoughts and I moaned uncontrollably.  The drug patch had been attached for some time, and the drug-induced erection and frustrating need for ejaculation had built to a feverish pitch.  I needed to cum, now!

Princess Shandra left the table and walked back to me.  "You must be quiet, so we can all think."  She glanced at my throbbing erection and smiled.  "I see you still want sex.  I could let the girls practice giving blow jobs, but you can't cum anyway.  It would frustrate all three of you."  Her patented evil smile slowly emerged on her face.

She turned to Molly and motioned for her to come.  The slave approached and stood erect with her eyes looking down.  She folded her hands behind her back.

"Give him the best blow job you've ever given.  No hands, just use your mouth."  She turned and walked to the table.

Molly knew that the drug patch would prevent me from reaching orgasm.  Before her mouth touched me, I was already frantic with lust.  The stimulation of her tongue and lips just drove me further into lustful frustration.  She obviously was experienced at oral sex.  She alternated between deep, slow sucks, and lollipop licks that sent shivers through my entire body.  Despite knowing that she could not succeed, she put her entire being into her task.  Sweat was glistening all over her body.  Her jaws were tiring, causing her to suck with less vigor.  Still she continued with all of her strength.

My body was overloaded with sensations.  The chains tightly stretched my limbs.  The gag protruded into my mouth.  The leather straps and metal beads tortured my balls.  The drug patch stimulated my entire body.  Molly's blow job was driving me totally crazy with lust.  I whimpered into the gag, vainly begging to cum.

Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen frequently glanced at us, briefly interrupting their discussion.  After what seemed like an hour, The Princess instructed Molly to stop and instructed Constance to take her place.  Molly fell back on her haunches, gasping for air.  She moved her tongue and jaw, trying to relieve the aching and cramping from her hour-long effort.

Constance walked to me.  Her arms had been clasped behind her.  She knelt between my legs.  She immediately began sucking and licking my throbbing cock.  Like Molly, she alternated between deep sucks and lollipop licks.  But, Constance added two more little tricks.  First she would nibble and lick the head of my dick, sending uncontrollable spasms through my entire body.  Then, she would lower her lips and lick and suck my tortured balls.  If the metal beads caused her any pain, she seemed oblivious to it.  Her mistress had ordered her to do her best.  She did so without question, without hesitation.  She was totally obedient and subservient.

I tried to concentrate on my dilemma.  Constance was driving me further into mind-shattering sexual frustration.  I was nearly ready to cry, I needed to cum so badly.  But, I needed to think about my survival.  I could never submit completely, the way these two slaves did.  How could I reason with The Princess?  What would happen to me?

Constance had been working on my swollen staff for nearly an hour.  She was dripping with perspiration.  Her skin was flushed from expending her energy on me.  Every lick drove me deeper into a state of frenzy.  Every suck drove me deeper into lustful frustration.  If they didn't let me cum soon, my mind might snap.

Princess Shandra ordered Constance to stop.  She looked thoughtfully at each of the slaves.  Both were glistening from the perspiration that covered their bodies.  Both were flushed with arousal from performing their deeds on me.  In a moment of compassion that sometimes made the Amazon Princess so adorable, she motioned them both into the middle of the dungeon.

"Since you have given so much effort to torment sissy boy, you may make each other cum."  She glanced at me.  "I'm sure you'll love the show."

The two slaves laid on the floor, their hands still bound behind them.  Using only their tongues, they began to lick each other.  They laid on their sides, with their heads buried into the other's pussy.  They writhed and moaned as they drove each other to the edge of lust, then climaxed at the same time.  After a few seconds of recovering, they rose to their feet.  They each thanked The Princess for allowing them to cum and returned to their places beside Aunt Sarah.

I was now delirious with the need to cum.  I was beginning to mumble into the gag.  My thoughts were scrambled.  I was pleading with someone to let me cum.  I was begging someone to fuck me.  Tears were streaming down my face.  Both of the slaves looked at me, their expressions of concern showing they knew from experience what I was suffering.  Still, they made no attempt to help me.  My words were turning into nonsensical babble.  The room faded into a gray mass before my eyes.  I lost consciousness.


Chapter 8 - And The Answer Is...


(Tuesday)
I awoke to the ice-cold splash of water against my chest and face.  I squirmed to come to my senses.  I tried to cover my face with my hands.  They were clasped behind my back.  I tried to speak, but the inflatable gag was securely fastened around my head.  I slowly glanced around the room to gather my thoughts.  I was in a cell.  Three walls of stone and one of bars surrounded me.  I was laying on a vinyl mat on the stone floor.  I could feel wrist and ankle cuffs on my limbs.  The gag was not inflated, allowing me to make mumbling noises.  The leather straps still stretched and tortured my balls.  The metal beads had been removed.  The drug patch was in place, and my cock was throbbing with a rock-hard erection.

I stumbled to my feet and walked toward Aunt Sarah.  I took two steps, then stopped abruptly.  A chain was fastened to a wide leather collar around my neck.  The chain  had stretched to its unforgiving limit when I walked towards the door.

"You may use the restroom there," Aunt Sarah pointed to a stainless steel toilet.  "I suggest you try very hard, because you will not get another chance today."

I was slightly embarrassed at being watched.  I quickly sat down and relieved myself.  I stood when I had finished.  I looked puzzled, how was I going to clean myself.

"Constance will wash you."  She nodded at the slave behind her.  "You are already dressed for the day."

Constance was carrying a bucket in one hand and a wash cloth and small towel in the other.  She began rinsing my body with luke-warm water (at least it wasn't cold).  Once I had been rinsed and my butt washed, she left with the bucket and towel.  Molly came in with a nylon brush and comb.  She quickly brushed my hair and followed with a few swipes of the comb.  My bath was finished.

Aunt Sarah said nothing.  She produced a leash, which she fastened to my collar.  She removed the chain which tethered my collar to the wall.  She turned and walked out, tugging on the leash as I stumbled behind her.  Several steps later, we stopped in the middle of the dungeon chamber.  The Princess and Lady Colleen were sipping tea and nibbling on scones in the corner.  The Princess rose from her seat with a bright, cheerful smile on her face.  She walked slowly to me.  Lady Colleen was right behind her.

"Good Morning, sissy boy!"  The Princess was bubbling with enthusiasm.  "We need to make our decision."   She turned to her redheaded cohort.  "What do you think we should do?"

"Well," began Lady Colleen.  "If we kill him, Aunt Cathryn will be angry.  Besides, the fun would be short-lived."  She chuckled at her own pun.  "But, we can't have a partially submissive sissy causing trouble.  If he won't submit, I think we should torture him some more."  

The Princess glanced at Aunt Sarah to get her opinion.

"He sure is a strong-willed little sissy," The middle-aged beauty said in an analytical tone.  "He will cause lots of trouble if we don't break his spirit completely.  I think we should torture him until he has no mind left."

The Princess turned to me.  Her light blue eyes were warm and comforting, unlike the icy stare of yesterday.  She contorted her face in several poses as she deliberated my fate.  She rubbed my cheek with her finger.

"Well, it's unanimous!" The Princess began her pronouncement.  "To kill you would give us short-term pleasure, but in the long-term, we wouldn't have you to torture any more."

She paused.  She lifted my chin to force my eyes to make contact with hers.

"You know I control your life for the next three days?"  She asked calmly.  I nodded.

"You know I control your food and drink?"  I nodded.

"You know I control your breath?"  I nodded.

"You realize I could starve you?  Or smother you?"  I nodded.

"Do you love me?"  I nodded.

"Do you love me more than your wife?" I shook my head emphatically.

"Will you submit to me unconditionally?"  I shook my head.

"But, you will submit to me with limitations?"  I nodded.

"I see."  She remained calm, clinical, emotionless.

"If I tell you to kiss my feet, you will."  I nodded.

"If I tell you to eat my pussy, you will."  I nodded.

"If I tell you to screw me, you will."  I nodded.

"If I tell you to whip Molly, you will."  I nodded.

"If I tell you to wear a bra and panties, you will."  I nodded.

"Well," she mused.  "We seem to be making a little progress."

"If I tell you to drink my pee, you will."  I shook my head emphatically.

"If I tell you to lick my ass, you will."  I shook my head more emphatically.

"If I tell you to eat your own cum, you will."  I shook my head vigorously.
 
"If I tell you to suck some guy's cock, you will."  I shook my head violently.

"What is your problem?"  A look of exasperated disbelief overtook The Princess.  She shook her head.  "We could be having a wonderful honeymoon!  But you keep refusing to be a good, submissive wife!"

Princess Shandra turned to Lady Colleen and began talking softly.  I could not hear their words.  Both of them looked disappointed that I had not been broken completely.  I could never agree to drink pee or eat shit or cum.  I could never agree to suck a man.   The two women continued to talk.  Their actions appeared to be exaggerated for my benefit.  Finally, the Amazon turned back to me and began speaking.

"Since you will not totally submit, your deprivation and torture will continue."  Her voice sounded emotionless, like a judge pronouncing sentence on a convicted felon.  "You will not eat or drink until you submit.  The drug patch will remain in place, and you will not cum unless you submit.  And, you will be punished for your stubbornness."

She paused several seconds, indicating the "sentencing" was finished.  She then began stroking my constantly engorged cock.  "Your training will continue at my discretion.  Of course, you will be punished for your stubbornness, after your next lesson is complete."


Chapter 9 - A Virgin No More


I stood in the center of the room, clad only in my gag, cuffs, collar, and ball straps.  The gag was not inflated, but still made speech impossible.  My jaws ached from being pried open for more than twenty-four hours.  My hands were bound behind my back by a clasp-hook through the D-rings on my cuffs.  The ball straps continued to stretch my sac and squeeze my balls, which were swollen, purple, and scratched from yesterday's torture.  My cock was standing straight outward in a drug-induced erection that was keeping me on the edge of ecstasy, yet allowing me no relief.  I had not eaten or drank since before boarding the plane yesterday.  My stomach was growling and on edge.  My throat was parched.  My entire body was weak from the cumulative effects of the torture that began over one day before. 

Aunt Sarah stepped forward carrying a large "gift" box.  She opened it for everyone to see.  It was a large French maid's costume, identical to the ones worn by Molly and Constance.  The black lace bustier was large enough to fit me, and was designed for someone with very small breasts. I also saw a black garter belt, black nylon stockings, and a large pair of black three-inch heels.  A white lace collar completed  the ensemble.

"I think he'll look adorable in this," Aunt Sarah quipped gleefully.

"It will give us a clear view of his pussy,"  Lady Colleen chimed in.

Princess Shandra stared straight into my eyes with the icy blue stare that sends shivers through my body.  "These two sluts will help you put it on and help you with your makeup.  I expect no resistance.  Is that clear?"  

I nodded.  I was not thrilled to be forced to wear it, but it was far better than eating or drinking excrement.  The three women headed to the table to sip more tea.  The slaves took up positions on either side of me and escorted me to a door on the opposite wall.  Neither girl helped balance me, yet they walked slowly as I stumbled and wobbled between them.  After several near disasters, we were in the room.

The entire ensemble could be put on me without ever unbinding my hands.  Molly and Constance wrapped the bustier around my chest and abdomen, fastening several snaps behind my back.  It fit tightly, making breathing slightly difficult, but was not unbearable.  A stool was placed under me, and I sat down while my ankle cuffs were removed, the garter belt and nylons were put on, and the ankle cuffs refastened.  The white lace collar was fastened over my leather collar.  The high heels were placed on my feet and I was pulled to a wobbly standing position.

I walked a few feet and was seated in front of a makeup mirror.  The bright lights tormented my eyes after being kept in the dimly lit dungeon for hours.  The gag was removed from my mouth.  I moaned in relief.  I flexed my jaw and moved my tongue around to relieve the stiffness.

Before I could talk, Molly spoke softly.  "Shhhh!  If they hear us talking, we'll all be punished."  She paused only a moment, then continued whispering.  'I'm Molly, this is Constance."

"I'm Drew," I whispered softly.  "God!  I've never hurt so bad in my life"

Constance spoke for the first time.  "It will get much worse if you don't do what she asks."  

"If you give in, The Princess will be a very kind mistress," Molly added.  "We can talk later, but for now, we must be quiet."

Molly and Constance took great delight in applying makeup to my face.  They acted like teenagers at a slumber party putting makeup on a "plain-Jane" girl friend for the first time.  The Princess had selected the makeup I was to wear.  Bright blue eye shadow, thick mascara, gaudy red lipstick, and lots of rouge were applied.  I looked like a two-bit whore, with no tits.

After the makeup was finished, the slave girls had me stand and "admire" myself in a tri-view, full-length mirror.  I looked very stupid.  The bustier was supposed to force my tits upward, creating a stunning cleavage.  But, like most medium-weight men, I had no cleavage to enhance.  The garter belt, hose, and heels were laughable.  My cock, balls, and butt were totally exposed.  I was humiliated beyond belief to be seen by the slaves. 

We returned to the center of the chamber, greeted by cat-calls and wolf-whistles.  Lady Colleen asked me to strut my stuff around the room.  I tried to gracefully walk, but the heels were totally foreign to me.  My hands bound behind me gave me no way to catch myself if I fell.  The three women giggled and hooted as I tried my best "runway strut."  My face felt like I was next to a bon-fire, the embarrassment rising every step.

Finally, Aunt Sarah popped the inflatable gag into my mouth and fastened it snugly around my head.  It didn't hurt, but made comprehensible speech impossible.  She lightly took hold of my arm and led me to the head-end of the bondage table.  She pushed me so my waist bent at the edge of the table.  She unfastened the hook from my wrist cuffs.  Molly and Constance each grabbed a wrist and stretched my arms to the side of the bed.  Each wrist was clasped to a ring on the side of the table.  Aunt Sarah carefully moved each foot to the lower corners of the bed and clasped my ankles as well.  I was bent at the waist, my butt sticking out and my balls dangling.  My arms and feet were bound so that I could barely squirm.

Princess Shandra approached the foot of the table.  She wore the Amazon warrior outfit I had first seen the first week I worked for The Countess.  A very thin, ivory-colored silk tunic clung tightly to her chest and hung just to her waist.  It was cut with a deep V that exposed much of her cleavage.  Her nipples protruded beneath the material that strained to contain her large bosoms.   A pair of buckskin bikini-style panties barely covered her pubic mound as they tied around her waist with leather cords at each hip.  Over-the-calf buckskin boots laced tightly up both legs. Around her neck she wore a tan leather choker with a large medallion dangling to her chest.  The medallion appeared to be some ancient good luck charm.  A tan leather head band about on half inch wide wrapped around her forehead and held her long, golden hair behind her ears.

She slowly untied the leather strings that help he panties on.  She reached down under the table and pulled out a dastardly-looking device.  It was a strap-on double dildo.  She slowly inserted one dildo inside her.  She fastened the strap tightly around her waist.  The other dildo stuck out like a man's erection.  She broke into her all-too-familiar evil grin.

"And now sissy slut, it's time to consummate our marriage."

"Mmmmmggghhh!!!"  I frantically screamed into my gag.  I tried with all my might to break free.  It was futile.

"You know, you would probably have the orgasm of your life," she paused.  "If, you hadn't been such a stubborn little pussy."

I felt something cold and greasy being smeared on my rectum and forced up my anus.  The force of a small finger penetrating hurt badly.  It was much like a prostrate exam, the finger probing and stretching the hole.  I squirmed and struggled with what little strength I could muster.  My body, starved and dehydrated, was weak and useless.

"Nmmmphh!"  I screamed into the gag louder.  "Plssssppphhh!"

I felt the tip of the dildo press against my tight opening.  She pressed gently, barely penetrating.  She worked the tip in and out, gradually stretching my anal ring.  At least she was being patient and gentle.  If she had just forced it in, she would have torn me apart.

"If you hold still and not scream like a baby, I might let you clean my cock when I'm done."  She chuckled as a shiver went through my body.  She knew I loathed the idea of putting even a trace of shit in my mouth.

The blonde Amazon continued to gently push the greased dildo deeper into my ass.  I felt like I would explode the intruder felt so big.  She continued to patiently work the shaft in and out until it finally slid deep inside of my hole.  She paused for several seconds to let my muscles relax.  She began to slowly gyrate her hips, causing the dildo to rotate slightly inside of me.  More and more, my body began to accept the intrusion, but it still felt like a tree trunk to my virgin ass.

The entire time the dildo was being worked into my butt, its counterpart was teasing the Amazon's pussy.  She was getting very excited.  Her self-control was amazing.  Most guys would be so horny, they would start humping immediately.  But, Princess Shandra was slowly building her own ecstasy while gently priming my opening for it's first fuck.  As my muscles relaxed and allowed The Princess' "cock" to move more freely, she began to slowly thrust in and pull out.  

I already felt like I was going to cum at any second.  The drug patch had kept me desperately needing an orgasm.  I was frantic with lust.  I wanted to grab the first woman I could touch and start screwing.  Now, I was being butt-fucked by the most beautiful woman I had ever met.  The pain of the dildo inside me became blurred by the crazed lust that was driving me to the edge of total submission.  I was blubbering into my gag and tears of desperation were again streaming down my cheeks.  I was begging her to stop.  I was begging her to let me free.  I was begging her to let me cum.

The entire time I was mumbling into my gag, The Princess was building to a tremendous climax.  The dildo inside her and my begging and pleading were the perfect mixture.  Over a full day of torturing and humiliating me had built up a powerful lust in her.  When the release finally came, it was thunderous.  She screamed in ecstatic release as her body began to stiffen, then quiver.  Her moaning and quaking continued for two or three minutes of rising and falling orgasms.  She finally collapsed in exhausted fulfillment, her body resting on mine and the dildo resting deep inside of me.

Even though The Princess was perfectly built, her weight was very uncomfortable to me as I lay stretched out over the bondage table.  My breathing was desperate as my lungs were pressed against the table.  I continued to babble incoherently into the gag, begging for freedom, begging for mercy, begging for sex.  

The Princess finally pushed herself off of me and withdrew her "cock" from my ass.  I was sore, but more than that, I was frustrated worse than I had ever imagined possible.  She slowly walked around the table and stood between the legs of the table.  

Princess Shandra stood before me.  She was incredibly beautiful.  Her blonde hair fell across her shoulders.  The gold medallion dangled from her neck and lay gently in her cleavage.  Her tits forced against the ivory tunic, her enlarged nipples clearly visible through the transparent cloth.  The dildo was inches in front of my face.

"If you will clean my cock, I'll remove your gag."  She smiled and put her hands on her hips awaiting an answer.  Her blue eyes bore into mine, urging me to decide quickly.

I had to think quickly.  I did not want to anger her.  If I gave in and sucked my own shit off the dildo, she might let me loose.  Or at least let me cum.  But, I couldn't eat shit, even my own.  I could not submit to her more disgusting demands.  I shook my head.

"Very well," she replied calmly.  "You won't clean it off, and you still don't get to eat or drink ..."  she paused a few seconds, "... or cum."

The Princess raised her eyes and looked at Lady Colleen.  The soft smile transformed into her dreaded evil grin.  "He's all yours, My Lady!" 

The Amazon Warrior-Princess remained directly in front of me and watched my face as the redheaded Irish lass eased her dildo slowly into my sore, stretched ass.  I once again babbled pleas for mercy into my gag and tears began to seep from my eyes.  Fear once again enveloped my face.  The Princess' smile only grew wider and more evil.  Every stroke of Lady Colleen's dildo drove me further into delirium.  I had been aroused for much of the last twenty-four or more hours.  I was totally exasperated.  I couldn't control my lust.  I couldn't resist the desires.  I couldn't cum.  My anguish and continued pleas only brought more pleasure to my captors, especially Princess Shandra. 

Of course, my begging and pleading were to no avail.  Eventually, Lady Colleen had built to a bone-rattling climax that temporarily shifted my attention from The Princess to the dildo ramming viciously into my ass.  She had been gentle as her passion grew, but near the end, she was totally oblivious to me and thrust deep with her powerful hips.  Her spasms of pleasure soon subsided.  She withdrew her dildo from my burning butt.  She walked around the bed and stood near The Princess. 

"If you really don't want to clean our "cocks" I guess I could let the other sluts enjoy them."  The Princess acted like this offer would be too great for me to refuse.  

Needless to say, I did refuse.  I could not see the faces of the two slaves, but I couldn't imagine they would enjoy the "treat" anymore than I.  Princess Shandra glanced at the slaves to offer them a chance.  It did not appear to be a command, and neither slave moved.  The Princess was not upset by their lack of enthusiasm.  The two mistresses removed their dildoes and laid them on a shelf in the corner.  Princess Shandra returned to stare me in the face.

"I thought you would enjoy the little treat," she mused.  "Why do you have to be such a stubborn little pussy?"

I didn't feel an answer was necessary, so I stared straight ahead.  I had no idea what was next.  I was so miserable I couldn't care for the moment.  I was humiliated by the maid's outfit.  I was humiliated by being fucked in the ass.  My balls were still tormented constantly by the damned straps.  And, I was nearly insane with lustful desire to cum.


Chapter 10 - Attitude Adjustment Hour


The Princess and Lady Colleen unfastened my arms from the table and quickly fastened them behind my back.  They then released my ankles from the legs of the table.  I was rudely jerked into a standing position and led to the corner.  Every step hurt as my back and legs ached from the prolonged stretching over the bondage table.  The women cared nothing about my aches and pains, they only wanted to inflict more.  

I was hastily chained with my arms stretched to the ceiling and my legs spread apart.  The dreaded ball strap was removed.  Blood freely pulsed into my balls for the first time in over a day.  Instead of relief, the surges of blood flowing through them caused my balls to sting and hurt worse than before.  I grimaced in pain, a reaction that pleased my tormentors.  I wanted to curl up in a protective ball, but the chains held me tightly stretched.

Princess Shandra stepped to me and began to play with my erect cock.  She mocked me with coos and purrs as my dick twitched in response to her touches.  She was taking great delight in furthering my torment.  She finally stopped and planted a big kiss on my cheek.

"Well, my love," she began in a tone that sounded romantic and seductive.  "What do you think of our honeymoon so far?"

I mumbled incoherently into the gag. I struggled with my remaining strength against the chains.  My body was hungry, thirsty, and ravaged by pain.  I was weak from the cumulative abuse of the past day.  The pain in my balls finally diminished to a dull ache.

"I'm glad you're having a great time too!"  Her voice was bubbling with excitement.  "Unfortunately, we still have to punish you for your stubbornness."

She began to inflate the gag, pinning my tongue against the bottom of my mouth.  Soon, my mouth was entirely filled by the balloon.  I could no longer breathe through my mouth.  I could not make any sound.  My jaws felt like they would break.

"We don't want you to hurt your throat screaming, so we inflated the gag."  She grinned at me as I looked angry.  'You must take your punishment with humility.  After all, you earned this punishment."

"This little wonder was designed by me, your loving princess."  She looked with pride on the device that Aunt Sarah carried to her.  "I made sure it could cause you the most excruciating pain you have ever known."

The device looked evil.  I guessed that it was a ball press.  I had never seen one, but I had heard of them.  Fear gripped my entire body.  I trembled uncontrollably.  I begged feverishly for mercy, but the gag reduced my pleas to a soft mumble.

The Princess grabbed my balls and placed them between two flat boards.  Two  thinner board sandwiched my scrotum.  She began tightening the wing nuts on the thinner boards.  The boards began to smash my scrotum, sending pain through my groin and forcing my balls to swell under the other pair of boards.  She tightened the boards on my scrotum as tightly as she could.  Already the pain seemed unbearable, but I knew far worse was about to happen.

The Princess tightened the wing nuts on the wider boards until they firmly held my balls.  She used her hand to arrange my jewels into a "better" position.  She then slowly began to tighten the press.  Each turn crushed my balls a little more.  Each turn sent incredible pain through my groin and abdomen.  She only tightened three turns, which were brutally painful.

She rubbed her finger on my cheek, brushing away a tear.  "Sorry, Love," she whispered.  "You could have avoided this if you had wanted.  But, then we wouldn't be having all this fun."

She flicked her finger against my balls, sending more pain thundering through my torso.  She smiled as I thrashed against the chains.  I wished I could die.  I had never suffered this much pain before.

"You just stay here and think about your attitude for a while.  We'll just have some tea and figure out how many more turns you have earned."  She turned and headed for the table, closely followed by Lady Colleen.

About thirty minutes of the most excruciating pain I had ever felt had me ready to submit to anything.  As grotesque as the idea seemed, I would drink pee, eat shit, and suck a guy's cock if it meant removing the ball press.  I was totally oblivious to everything except the pain in my groin.  The pain shot into my stomach and was so intense.  Once again, I thought I would vomit.  The Princess approached.

"You still have a lot of punishment to serve."  She rubbed her chin, as if thinking.  "I hope you are starting to realize the error of your defiance."

She bent down and tightened the wing nuts two more turns.  The pain intensified.  I was screaming into the gag, begging for mercy.  Barely a faint murmur could be heard through the inflated bladder.  My entire body trembled violently, uncontrollably in reaction to the incredible pain.
 
"The extra turns are due to your continued defiance."  Her tone was still clinical and unemotional.  "I'll check with you later to see if you have come to your senses."  She turned and walked to the table.

I remained tightly stretched in the corner.  Gagged with the inflatable gag, I could not breathe through my mouth or utter an audible sound.  The ball press was tightened to a point of unbelievably intense torture.  Fucking Bitch!  How could I come to my senses when I was in the worst pain I had ever felt.  I would surrender now, but she won't let me.  In the past, I would have passed out from half of this pain, but my threshold appeared to be growing.  How unfortunate for me, I wish I would black out.

I had helplessly stood chained in the corner for the longest hour of my life.  The pain was so intense, enveloping my balls and shooting deep into my stomach.  I was totally helpless.  Death really seemed like a welcome alternative.  Finally, Princess Shandra approached.

"Well, love," she rubbed my cheek as she began her question, "will you submit unconditionally?"

My spirit had been broken completely.  I don't know if I will ever regain the will to resist, but for now, I would do anything to be released from the ball press.  I nodded weakly.

"Good!"  The wicked smile again graced her face.  "We can stop this punishment and enjoy our honeymoon; although, we have enjoyed the punishment too.  Haven't we?"

I shook my head.  They may have enjoyed it, but I have never been so miserable in my life.

The Amazon bent down and removed the press from my nuts.  The pain slowly began to fade, but fifteen minutes passed before I could tolerate it.  She rubbed my cheeks and neck, sometimes playing with my hair as she waited for me to recover.  Lady Colleen joined her.  The gag was deflated, but left in place.    My feet were released from the chains and hobbled by a six-inch chain.  The two ladies released my arms from the chain and quickly refastened my hands behind my back.  They released my arms and I fell to the floor in a pathetic, sobbing heap.

Princess Shandra sat on the floor and cradled my head into her huge breasts.  She lightly rubbed my cheek and talked soothingly to me.  I sobbed continuously, my chest violently heaving in desperate gasps.  Minutes passed, maybe an hour, as I slowly recovered.  My breathing stabilized.  My sobbing eventually disappeared.  The throbbing in my balls ever so slowly faded to a dull ache.

"You'll be all right," the Amazon warrior spoke gently.  She wiped the tears from my cheeks.  "Your Princess loves her sissy slut.  I had no choice except punishing you for stubbornness.  I have no doubt I will have to punish you again.  But, remember, I love my slut and the punishment is for your own good."

I nodded weakly and nuzzled my face deep into My Princess' bosom.  I curled my pain-ravaged body into a protective ball, snuggled tightly to my mistress.    


Chapter 11 - A Lesson Learned The Hard Way


I was led into the center of the room, stumbling on wobbly legs.  The Princess placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed downward.  I awkwardly went to my knees, my stiff, aching joints resisting every inch of the way.  Finally, the gag was removed.

"You have one test to pass before we can proceed."  Her smile was one of evil satisfaction.  She had broken my spirit.  I had no will to resist.

Lady Colleen had gone to the cabinet in the corner.  She returned with a strap-on dildo.  She playfully inserted the dildo into her vagina.  She slowly moved it around inside her.  She then removed it and fastened it around her waist.  She stepped in front of me.

The Princess spoke in a gentle, yet commanding voice, "Suck her cock.  And give it everything you have."

I didn't have much to give.  My body was dehydrated and starved.  Most of my energy had been expended handling the pain of my constant torture.  For one and one-half days I had suffered constant pain and humiliation.  My body was totally spent.

I wrapped my mouth around the plastic cock.  I began to suck and lick it as best I could.  I tried to mimic the actions the slaves had performed yesterday.  The taste of her love juices gave the dildo a more pleasant taste than dry plastic.  I spent several minutes cleaning her juices from the plastic cock.  Sweat covered my exhausted body and dripped from my forehead.

"Not bad for a first-timer!"  The Princess sounded pleased at my efforts.  "You may get cleaned up for lunch."

Lady Colleen pulled the dildo out of my mouth.  I was kneeling in the middle of the chamber dressed like a French maid.  I was wearing a bustier, garter belt, black hose, and heavy makeup that looked like a cheap whore.  I had just sucked a dildo covered with pussy juice.  I was humiliated more than I can ever remember.  I collapsed onto my haunches, my head bowed.  My body once again began to tremble as I sobbed.  I had become a cheap sissy slut!  


Chapter 12 - Your Obedient Servant


Molly and Constance flanked me, each gently assisting me to stand.  I was still dressed as a French maid.  The high heels made it extremely difficult for me to walk.  I was totally exhausted, and barely able to move, let alone keep my balance.  
They took me to the dressing room, supporting me as I stumbled and wobbled.  They never removed the cuffs.  My hands remained clasped behind my back and my feet hobbled six inches apart.  My clothes were stripped off of me and I was seated on the make-up chair.  They removed the makeup from my face using cold cream and tissues.  They then gave me a luke-warm shower and shampooed my hair.  I was led back to the make-up chair.

I finally worked up the energy and courage to speak.  "She won't really make me drink pee, eat shit, and suck a cock, will she?"

"Shhh!" Constance silenced me.  She continued in a low voice, "We will be punished if they hear us talking." 

I glanced at her, pleading for an answer.  She shrugged her shoulder.  The look in her eyes was filled with fear.

Molly whispered very softly, "She might, but she has never made us do it.  My former master forced me to do it a few times.  The pee isn't too bad, the shit is terrible.  Sucking cock is a real treat, but being a guy, you probably won't like it.  Now, we can't talk anymore, or we won't eat."

The idea of eating sounded great.  I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday.  My body desperately needed calories.  I sat quietly while they re-applied the gaudy make-up.  A clean maid's outfit was put on me, identical to the other.  The black nylons and heels were fitted on me again.  They helped me to my feet, fastened the hobble chain to my ankle cuffs, and we returned to the center of the dungeon chamber.

We stood at attention, our heads down.  The two slave girls still flanked me.  Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen approached us, inspecting our costumes and our postures.  I stood straight, but wobbling on the high heels.  My jaw still ached from hours of being gagged.  My balls were swollen and bruised, every movement hurt.  My mouth and throat were parched.  My stomach growled and felt very queasy from hunger.  My cock still raged with a drug-induced erection.

The Princess shook her head indicating something was not right.  She whispered to Lady Colleen, who disappeared behind us.  The redhead returned carrying a flesh-colored bundle.  She unfolded the bundle, revealing a set of false tits with a wide flesh-colored strap.  My bustier was pulled down an inch or two, and the tits were wrapped around my chest, and fastened in back.  The bustier was pulled back into position.  Both of the women laughed.  

"A perfect 36D!"  The Princess shouted, half giggling.  "What a beautiful slut I married."

I was very humiliated, being a French-maid.  The tits and make-up added to my embarrassment, as did the bustier, garter belt, hose and high heels.  At least I was not in terrible pain.  The dull ache and occasional pain in my balls was tolerable compared to the various tortures I had endured.  Aunt Sarah approached with a serving tray that had straps attached.  It was fastened around my waist and neck.  With my hands clasped behind my back, I could carry things, but not handle them.

"You may serve lunch."  Princess Shandra turned towards the table as she spoke.

The trio of slave girls, me being the third, proceeded to an adjoining kitchenette.  Molly and Constance placed things on the tray, and I wobbled to the table, allowing the three ladies to pick the items they wished to eat and drink.  Much like the lunches eaten by The Countess and her friends, the selection was mostly fruits and raw vegetables, with juices to drink.  The women would call to me, using names like slut, pussy, bitch, and whore.  I would awkwardly stumble to them, letting them select their items.  Several times I had to return to the kitchenette for more food and drinks.  Each time, I would see the slave girls peeking through the door and giggling at me.  I would have thought they would be sympathetic to my plight, instead, they were teasing and taunting me.

The three ladies finally finished their lunches and concluded their girl-like chat.  Princess Shandra stood and inspected my costume again.  She smiled and chuckled.  She rubbed her fingers along my cheek and neck.  Aunt Sarah stepped behind me and removed the serving tray. 

"You will normally eat when it is convenient for us."  She was matter-of-fact in tone.  "You will also normally eat in your cell.  But, today, we would like to watch."

While The Princess was talking, Molly walked from the kitchen carrying a stainless steel pet dish.  It had two small bowls, one filled with water and the other filled with something that looked like canned dog food.  She carried it into the center of the room and knelt gracefully, placing it on the floor.  The Princess grabbed my arm and led me to the bowl.  She pushed down on my shoulder, and I clumsily went to my knees in front of the bowl.  I was facing the table, where Lady Colleen and Aunt Sarah sat watching me.  The Princess joined them, while Molly and Constance stood at attention behind them.

'If you're hungry, you'd better eat quickly."  The Princess was firm and impatient. "We don't have all day to nibble."

I couldn't believe my eyes.  I was being fed like a dog.  My hands were clasped behind me.  My feet were hobbled six inches apart.  I couldn't even use my hands to steady me.  I leaned forward and fell face first into the bowl.  My nose and mouth were buried into the food.  It was some kind of coarsely ground chicken, rice and vegetable mix.  I struggled to an awkward position that allowed me to lap up the food with my tongue.  I moved slightly, almost falling, to get my face to water bowl.  I was too hungry and too thirsty to be embarrassed by the catcalls and laughing coming from the corner.  All five females were enjoying the show so much that the two slaves weren't scolded for making noise.

I finally finished the bowl of food and had my fill of water.  I struggled to my knees and assumed a kneeling position.  I really had no idea what I should do or if I should speak.  Princess Shandra approached with Molly and Constance trailing behind.  The Princess smiled, fighting back giggles.

"I hope the meal was to your liking, my pet."  The tone of her voice was very condescending.  As if she could really care if I liked it or not.

"Yes, Your Highness," I answered.  "Thank you very much for letting your sissy slut eat such a fine meal."   

"Now, that's a much better attitude," she truly seemed pleased.  "But, you must remember a few rules."

She continued, "Never speak unless asked a question or given permission."

"Never look into a mistress's eyes without permission."

"Always address a mistress or master with the proper respect."

"You must never strike or attack a mistress or master."

"You may only use the restroom with permission."

"You may only cum with permission."

"Are those rules clear?"

I answered without hesitation, "Yes, Your Highness, I understand."

"Good!" she exclaimed.  "Now one last rule.  You are not to say 'I' or 'me', you are to call yourself 'sissy slut' at all times."

"Yes, Your Highness.  Your sissy slut understands."

"I hope so," she answered.  "Because anytime you break a rule, you will be punished.  Now, no more talking.  Stay here until I call you."  She turned and walked to the table, sitting down with her friends.


Chapter 13 - Crime and Punishment


I knelt on the dungeon floor, in the center of the chamber.  I was still dressed as a sissy slut in my maid's outfit.  I was not gagged, but knew not to speak.  My hands were still clasped behind my back with a hook connecting my wrist cuffs.  My ankles were still hobbled by the six-inch chain connecting my ankle cuffs.  My balls were free, but still ached terribly from the crushing of the press.  My energy level was returning to about half-strength.  My stomach was not full, but I was no longer feeling the hunger pangs.  My face was covered with mush and water from my meal.

Molly knelt in front of me with a damp cloth and wiped the food and water from my face.  She patted my face dry with a small towel.  She rose to her feet and left.  Constance then knelt in front of me and freshened my make-up.  She also rose and left.  I was now in the dungeon with just the three ladies.  Not being accustomed to kneeling for long periods, I began to fidget, shuffling my knees and shifting my weight.  Princess Shandra noticed my movement and walked slowly to me.

"You will learn to kneel without squirming, but for now, we have more training."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.  I stumbled as one heel turned under.  She forcefully held me, until I gained my balance.  I stood with my head bowed as she walked in front of me.

I finally could not hold my tongue any longer.  "Please Your Highness, I need to cum.  Please let me cum.  I beg for your mercy."

The Princess glared at me.  Her eyes looked like they would burn right through me.  "Who told you to speak?"  She slapped my face, almost knocking me over.  "Now I'm going to have to punish you for talking.  You will be punished for saying 'I' and 'me' a total of three times."  

I was taken to the bondage table.  I was sitting on the side and my feet were swung around.  The hobble chain was removed, and my ankles were fastened to the corners of the table.  My legs were spread wide.  Next, my arms were unclasped and fastened to the top corners of the bed.  I was now in the classic spread-eagle.  I was exhausted from two days of torture and bondage.  The drug patch had me at a constant fever-pitch of erotic frustration.  Now, I tried to imagine what my punishment would be.

The Princess hovered over my face and began to pronounce the sentence.  "For your crime of talking, you will be gagged until tomorrow morning.  For the three crimes of arrogant, self-centered talking, you will receive three strokes across the balls with a rod.  You will count them and thank me for teaching you humility."

"Please!"  I cried.  "I.. Your sissy slut is sorry.  I .. your sissy slut forgot.  Your sissy slut is new to this.  Please have mercy on your stupid slut."

"You will receive no mercy," she barked out.  "Now, shut up!"

She walked between my legs and tied a rope around the head of my dick.  She looped the other end of the rope around my neck and tied it loosely.  My cock was now pulled upward and my balls were exposed to her mercy.  She took a riding crop that Lady Colleen handed to her.  She walked to one side of me and raised the crop.  She brought it down with a flip of the wrist.  The rod landed across both of my already bruised and swollen balls.    SMACK!

"Eeeeeeeaaaaggghhhh!" I screamed.  My body recoiled from the blow.  The wrist and ankle cuffs cut lightly into my skin as I pulled against my chains.  Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I sobbed violently.  A few minutes passed before I could attempt to speak.  "Shit!  It hurts like Hell!  Please don't do this!"

"Since you did not count, and did not thank me, we will start over."  She raised the rod and delivered another sharp blow to my balls.  SMACK!

"Eeeeeeaaaaggghhhh!" Several seconds of groaning and thrashing passed.  "Damn!  I can't take this!" I screamed again. "One!  Thank you Your Highness for teaching this sissy slut humility."  The words were choppy as I gasped for breath.  My body shook with sobbing.  Pain seared my balls.  

The Princess looked at me with disappointment on her face.  "You can take it.  You will take it."  She grabbed my chin and looked straight in my eyes.  "Why are you being punished?"

"I ... This sissy slut was arrogant and said 'I' and 'me'."

"That's right.  Now what did you just do?

"This sissy slut said 'I' again?"  I answered with doubt.

"That's right," she replied.  "We'll start over."  She delivered another blow.  SMACK!

"Eeeeeeeehhhh!"  The pain was worse than the ball press.  I wished I could faint.  I felt sick, the pain was so bad.  Several more seconds passed before I could speak.  "Shit!  Pain!  No more!  Please!  One!  Thank you Your Highness for teaching this sissy slut humility." 

Each blow hurt worse than the previous.  Each time, I pulled against the chains in vain attempts to escape.  Each time, I sobbed longer and harder.  Each time, I took longer to compose myself before I could count the blow.  By waiting for me to speak and remember to thank her, The Princess was allowing time for the pain to slightly subside.  The next stroke would be more effective due to the brief wait.  She brought the rod down again.  SMACK!

"Eeeeeaaaggghhhh!"  Several more seconds passed as I whimpered incoherently.  "Shit!  Fuck!  It hurts damn bad!  Pain!  No more!  Please!  Two!  Thank you Your Highness for teaching this sissy slut humility.  For God's sake, no more.  I .. this slut will die.  I... this slut is a human, please, have mercy. " 

"Jeez!  The pain!"  I continued to scream for her to stop.  "I'll die if you don't stop!  Aggghhhh!  Damn!  Fucking Bitch!  I hate you!  I'm sorry!  Please!  The pain!  I didn't mean it!  Your sissy slave is sorry!  Oh, shit!  Don't punish your worthless, stupid slut!  Please!"

My sobbing had turned to full-scale blubbering.  I was crying and trembling. She chose to ignore my use of 'I' and 'me'.  In this pain, I wasn't held accountable for arrogance.

My desperate words of acknowledgment were barely distinguishable.  Apparently Princess Shandra accepted by my raspy, gasping thanks, at least she did not start over.  Again, The Princess would wait until I had counted and thanked her.  She also waited until my sobbing had eased, to allow the pain of the next blow to have greater impact.  SMACK!  

"Ooooooaaaaggghhhh!"  A longer pause as I desperately tried to breathe.  "Please!  Stop!  Noooo!  Three!  Thank you Your Highness for teaching this sissy slut humility.  God have mercy!  You're killing me!  " 

My body collapsed on the table.  I continued to gasp for air.  My body continued to tighten in futile attempts to thwart the pain.  All of my energy had been spent coping with the brutal punishment.  The cumulative effect of two days of torture resulted in my balls being battered, bruised, and swollen.  Scratches were still raw from the metal beads that were used yesterday.

"You will not be punished for words said under extreme pain, even calling me a bitch."  She stood over me expectantly.

"Your sissy slut thanks Her Highness for her mercy,"  I gasped in short, choppy breaths.  "Oh, fuck!  It hurts so damn bad!"

"Your suffering is your own fault," the Amazon warrior stated in a cold, uncaring voice.  "You will do yourself a big favor to learn your lessons quickly."

She turned and walked to the table.  She joined her two companions in sipping more tea.  Molly and Constance scampered quickly to the table and released me from my bonds.  As soon as my legs were released, I doubled up into a tight ball of pain.  They released my arms and helped me off the table.  I collapsed into a sobbing heap at their feet.  They each dropped down beside me and embraced me.

"I know it hurts so bad,"  Constance began.  "We've had our breast and pussies cropped.  It will hurt like hell, but it will go away."

"You'll learn quickly,"  Molly added.  "Then you won't be punished often."  She paused, hugging me tightly.  "Just snuggle up and let us help you."

"It hurts so bad," I mumbled.  "I'll never walk, it will never stop!"

Constance looked into my tear-filled eyes.  "Believe me, it will stop.  She loves you, you know.  She won't do anything that would permanently hurt you."

Molly rubbed my cheek.  "Just be quiet and relax.  Let the pain go away." 

The time spent recovering in the slaves' arms lasted a merciful eternity.  My breathing returned to normal.  My perspiration-drenched body had stopped trembling.  The pain in my balls was constant and agonizing.  But at least I was not being further tortured.

The Princess approached and motioned to the slaves.  My ankles were refastened to the hobble chain.  My wrists were clasped behind me.  I was allowed a few more minutes to steady my body.  The slave girls helped me to my feet.  We stood, heads bowed as The Princess stepped to us.
 
"You will now be gagged until tomorrow.  You must learn not to speak without permission."  She placed a finger over her lips to symbolically quiet me.

A small ball gag was placed in my mouth and loosely fastened around my head.  A leash was attached to my collar.  The Princess handed the leash to Molly.  The slaves led me to the dressing room.  My maid outfit and makeup were removed.  I was showered and dried.  My hands still behind me and my legs again hobbled, I was led back to the dungeon.

The Princess grabbed the leash and with a gentle tug led me towards the door.  We walked up the stairs to the main level, then up another flight to the second level.  We moved down the hall to a large, elegant bedroom.  The Princess shut the door behind us.

"You will sleep wherever and whenever I decide."  Her voice was gentle and instructive.  "Sometimes you will sleep in your cell, sometimes on the bedroom floor.  If you are bad, you may sleep in difficult bondage positions.  Sometimes, as a special treat, you will sleep in my bed."  She paused for several seconds, rubbing my cheek.  "Tonight, as a demonstration of my love for my pet, you will sleep in my bed."

She quickly removed her clothes and tossed them on a chair.  She pulled on my chain, dragging me to the bed.  She crawled onto the bed and I flopped down beside her.  My hands still clasped behind me, my feet still hobbled, we snuggled together, our nude bodies touching.  My loving princess planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.  I smiled at her, even behind the gag she noticed my appreciation.  In minutes I drifted into a deep sleep.


Chapter 14 - A New Morning Dawns


(Wednesday)
Morning came much too quickly for my weary, abused body.  For the first time since I arrived, I saw daylight.  I began to stir, causing The Princess to awaken.  She smiled at me, giving me another light kiss on the forehead.  She motioned me to stay put.  She climbed out of bed and slowly ambled to the bathroom.  I heard the shower and wished desperately to join her.  I laid back and let my mind ramble through the events of the previous two days.

The Princess startled me as she re-entered the room.  "God!  I hate mornings."  She sat at a vanity, combing her hair and applying her makeup.  Her arms were lifted much of the time, giving me a delightful view of her sumptuous breasts.  Her goddess-like beauty continued to stun my senses.  My princess, the most beautiful woman I had ever met, held my eyes, my mind, and my body captive.

The Princess forced herself off of the vanity stool.  She threw a sheer robe over her shoulders and tied the belt around her waist.  She grabbed the leash from the bedpost and attached it to my collar.  With a gentle tug, we headed towards the kitchen.  The stairway presented a unique challenge.  My body still ached from two days of torture and bondage.  The hobble chain restricted my legs, making each step down a treacherous experience.  Finally, with much exasperation, I made it to the bottom of the stairs, Princess Shandra patiently waiting on "her pet" to complete the cumbersome trek.

We entered the kitchen, drawn by the smell of bacon and coffee.  Molly and Constance were completely nude except for collars, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs.  Their hands were clasped in front, making their preparations for breakfast a difficult task.  Aunt Sarah and Lady Colleen sat at the table sipping coffee.  The Princess sat in one of the remaining chairs and pulled my leash, forcing me to kneel at her side.  Molly quickly delivered a cup of coffee to the Amazon, bowing a curtsy as she turned back to her cooking.

The Princess removed my gag.  She looked directly into my eyes.  "Has my sissy slut learned his lesson about talking without permission?"

"Yes, Your Highness," I replied, my stiff jaws making the words sound strange.  "Your sissy slut has learned his lesson."

"Good," she replied a smile of satisfaction gracing her beautiful face.

Soon, breakfast was ready.  Molly and Constance brought a plate of pancakes and a plate of bacon to the table.  They both knelt at the table's edge and awaited instructions.  The three ladies filled their plates with food.  Molly rose, refilled the coffee cups, then returned to her kneeling position.  Aunt Sarah nodded at the girls, who quickly rose and filled plates with pancakes.  They quickly took their plates to the corner and knelt.  Their plates on the floor, they ate plain pancakes with their fingers.  No syrup, no bacon. no utensils.

Molly raised her head and spoke in a hesitant voice.  "Your Highness, may a slut speak?"

The Princess nodded, a look of curiosity on her face.  She obviously wondered what the slave might want, that she would risk her mistress' wrath.

"Your Highness, in honor of your new slut, would your sluts be permitted coffee?"

The Princess had a surprised look on her face.  "You dare be bold and ask for a delight that no slut is worthy to receive?"

Molly was obviously scared she would be punished.  "Your Highness, this slut begs your forgiveness.  She only hoped that an occasion as special as this would be cause for Your Graciousness to feel more generous than usual."

"I do not want you to grow expectant of such undeserved delicacies,"  the Amazon beauty looked stern, then broke into a playful smile.  "But, in light of the special occasion, you may each have one cup, with cream and sugar."

Molly and Constance both broke into joyful rounds of "Thank You" and kissed The Princess on the cheek.  They poured their coffee and returned to their plates.  They sipped their coffee, relishing every sip.  They tore small pieces of pancake and nibbled them.  Their humble positions, on the floor with their wrists still clasped in front, bore a stark contrast to the luxuries of their mistresses.

The Princess smiled and turned her attention to me.  I knelt at the side of my princess, hands clasped behind me.  She alternated bites, one for her, one for me.  I received each bite with grateful humility.  My princess even let me have a few bites of bacon, something the other sluts did not get.  They were so delighted with coffee, they dared not ask for bacon, or syrup for their pancakes.

The Princess smiled at her slaves, taking delight in their total dependence upon her.  "Would my sluts also like syrup for their pancakes?"

Constance looked frightened, but asked cautiously, "Your Highness, if your sluts get syrup, will it only be on their pancakes?"

It seemed like a stupid question to me, until The Princess replied. 
 
"If you get your fingers messy, you will be punished with a syrup shower."

Both slave answered in unison, "Thank you for your generous offer, Your Highness.  But your slaves do not need syrup." 

I wondered throughout the remainder of breakfast exactly what a syrup shower was.  I might get a chance to ask later.  For now, I enjoyed the relative peace of a warm breakfast at the feet of my wonderful princess.

Breakfast ended and the ladies finished their chatting.  Aunt Sarah glanced at the slaves in the corner.  Satisfied they had reasonable time to complete their meal, she motioned for them to stand.  The ladies left the table and headed out of the kitchen.  Aunt Sarah stopped and turned, giving last minute instructions.

"His hands remain behind him.  You may talk while you clean."  She paused briefly.  "After the kitchen is clean, dress him and bring him to the chambers."  She turned and left.

Molly looked at me kneeling at the side of the empty chair.  "Can you get up without help?"

"I think so."  I struggled to a standing position.  "It's a lot easier barefoot than it is in those damn heels."

Constance gazed at my naked body and smiled.  "Do you work for The Countess?"

"Yes, I guess I'm not the first employee you've met?"

"We've met a couple over the past three years."  Molly exclaimed.  "You're by far the cutest, though."   

"Thank you," I blushed as I replied.  "What is a syrup shower?"

Constance frowned as she explained, "She dumps syrup on our hair and all over our bodies, then we have to lick each other clean.  Sometimes it gets in our pussies and we have to lick each other there.  We get punished if we cum.  Plus we have to lick the syrup off of the floor."  She grimaced.

Molly chimed in, "And syrup is a real bitch to get out of your hair."

I had a million questions about life as a slut, but I only had a few minutes to talk to them.  "I hope we can be friends, since we are in the same predicament."

Molly answered this time, "We'll help you all we can, you seem like a great guy."  She looked a little troubled.  "But, you're only a part-timer.  We have to live this way all the time.'

"Are you here by choice?"  I asked.

Constance jumped in, "Yes, she loves this life, don't let her moaning fool you."

"I can understand your feelings.  I love it, but I hate it.  It's hard to understand this stuff."

"We all understand," Molly answered.  "We all feel the same way.  At least The Countess and Aunt Sarah are kind, caring mistresses.  And Lady Nicole and The Princess are nice too.  Not like some mistresses,"  she paused and changed her voice to disgust, "OR SOME MASTERS!"  

She had obviously had some bad experiences, but we did not have time to elaborate.  
I looked at her, sympathy in my glance.  Then my mind switched to more immediate concerns.

"What are they going to do to me today?"  Fear was evident in my voice.

Molly looked back at me, "We don't know.  But, it will be much more pleasant if you cooperate.  Please!  It hurts us to watch anyone suffer like you did yesterday."

"I'll try my best," I sounded hopeless.  "It's so hard to adjust."

Finally, the kitchen was cleaned and we moved downstairs to the dressing room.  The girls and I talked as they put another clean maids outfit on me and did my make-up.  My hands were still clasped behind me and the hobble was attached to my ankles.

"This is so humiliating for a guy," I muttered.  "Why does she have to do this to me?"

"Because she wants to humiliate you," Constance blurted out.  "It keeps you humble and subservient."

"And it's no more humiliating for you than it is for us," Molly added.  "We don't like looking like cheap whores either."

"I'm sorry," I stammered.  "I guess I got so wrapped up in my own suffering I forgot about you."

"Don't worry about it," Molly smiled.  "We lapse all the time.  We have to be there for each other, we can't get jealous and petty."

"She's right!"  Constance sounded emphatic.  "It's time to go, good luck." 


Chapter 15 - Rope Fever


We walked into the chamber and stood at attention.  The three ladies, dressed in leather bustiers, inspected us as we stood in a straight row.  All three of us in our maids' outfits.  The two girls flanking me, their hands cuffed in front.  I stood in the middle, my hands cuffed behind me.  My ankles were hobbled.  The costume was the same; the black lace bustier, black garter belt, black nylons, three-inch black heels, white lace collar, and my perfect 36D's.

Aunt Sarah brought a disgusting penis gag to The Princess.  I made no effort to resist as it was fastened around my head, forcing the dildo deep into my mouth.  It was very uncomfortable and degrading.

"I have promised Lady Colleen she could use you for a while.  She loves rope."  The Princess grinned that familiar wicked grin that terrified me.  "She wants to practice her knot work on you."

I stood as my maid's costume was removed piece by piece.  The only part of the costume not removed was the set of fake tits.  It seemed so foolish to spend all that time to put the outfit on and then remove it so soon.  I said nothing.  I wasn't in physical condition to withstand the punishment.

I was placed sitting on the edge of the bondage table.  My wrist cuffs were removed.  Each wrist was wrapped in rope ten times.  The rope was tied at the wrist, then pulled behind my head and tied first to the other wrist, then around my neck.  My elbows stuck straight out to the side.  My entire body was exposed to the delight of the Irish lass.  

Next, the boss' niece took a very long piece of rope and looped it behind my back under my arms.  She brought it in front of me, just above my fake tits.  She tied a knot at my "cleavage.  Both ends of the rope hung over the edge of the table and were twenty feet long.  She meticulously tied another knot, then wrapped the two ends around my chest again.  She tied the ends together neatly.  I now had three strands of rope above my "perfect 36D's" with plenty left for more knot fun.

This time, she crossed the rope through my cleavage before wrapping it around my chest and back.  She tied another neat knot in front of me, just beneath the tits.  None of the rope was too tight, but was snug.  I was in no danger of circulation problems.  She continued to wrap and tie the rope below my chest until several strands circled my chest.  The two loose ends were now about ten feet long.  She took the ends from the center of my chest and ran them through my crotch and up my back.  She then looped the ends under several strands and ran them back through my crotch again.  She looped the ends around a strand of rope and tied them off.  

My chest was completely wrapped in rope.  My abdomen was still exposed, as was my more private parts.  She knelt down with a new piece of rope in her hands.  She began tying the rope around my scrotum.  I screamed into the gag.  Every time she touched my tortured testicles, I screamed louder, only to be muffled.  After several loops were tied, my balls were being stretched away from my cock.  She wrapped the rope between my two extended nuts and pulled them tightly against my drug-induced erection.  She then wrapped the rope from the base to almost the end of my cock.  She tied the rope and pulled the loose ends up to the ropes on my chest.  She pulled tight, stretching my cock and balls and tied them off.  The tightly-drawn rope would have hurt any time, but after my most recent beating, I was almost delirious from the pain.

I was now pushed onto my back and rotated so my legs were straddling the cut-out section of the table.  Lady Colleen stepped into the cut-out with more rope in her hands.  She began wrapping my left ankle in rope, about ten turns.  She tied the rope into another neat knot.  She repeated the feat on my right ankle with a different piece of rope.  Both ropes had about twenty feet unused.  She moved to the head of the table and pulled the ends of the ropes.  My feet were now over my face.  She wrapped the ropes under my head and looped the ropes around my shoulders.  She tied the ends around my shoulders, then looped them around my neck, tying the ends at each loop.

Uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement.  The muscles in my legs were straining under the bondage.  Half of my body was covered with rope.  I felt hopelessly imprisoned.  The psychological torment of helpless bondage was far worse than the physical pain.  I was begging for mercy, crying huge tears.

The ladies returned to their table to sip tea.  The chuckled and chatted.  I have no idea whether they were looking at me or not.  I lay there for about two hours, sobbing as my body battled the pain.  My agony and despair grew by the minute.  My arms and shoulders hurt.  My legs strained to a point that muscles and tendons cramped.  My balls, already suffering from brutal abuse, were throbbing.  I began to scream into my gag.  "Please!  The pain!  God, this slut can't take it!  Mercy!  Please!"  It only came out as garbled mumbling.  True despair had settled into my tortured mind.  

A sigh of relief escaped through my gag as Lady Colleen began to remove the ropes.  My aching legs fell to the table as she released them.  I squirmed to flex my cramping muscles without being mistaken for fighting or resisting.  My relief was short-lived as Lady Colleen had me roll onto my stomach to practice her hog-tie.

My wrists were bound tightly behind my back with ten loops of rope.  My ankles were again bound by ten loops, then my knees with ten more.  She looped a rope between  my ankles and pulled them to my wrists.  She pulled as tightly as she could, drawing my wrists and ankles to within a few inches.  Not being a very flexible man, my muscles and tendons cracked and strained at the new position.  She finished by wrapping yards of rope around every piece of my flesh she could see.

Again, I was left to strain in an unbelievably difficult position.  My body was already aching from two days of bondage and torture.  Perhaps a younger man would not suffer as greatly as I, but at my age, the body is not as resilient.  I moaned and groaned into the gag.   

Lady Colleen returned to the table and chatted with her two cohorts.  They frequently glanced at me, smiling at her handiwork.  About a half hour passed before The Princess rose and asked Lady Colleen to take a swim.  The two vixens disappeared, leaving Aunt Sarah to monitor the two slaves and me.

Again, I struggled to minimize the aching and suffering inflicted on me by the tight bondage.  I begged for Aunt Sarah to release me.  She chuckled at my vain mumbling.  My body ached, my throat was dry, my balls were sore, and the drug patch was driving me crazy with unfulfilled lust.  I truly thought I was going to snap.  I was almost a blubbering heap of worthless flesh.

Just when I thought I could not last another second, the two young ladies returned.  They giggled and laughed as they burst into the room.  Both of them fixed their eyes on me and smiled.  They approached me, with evil grins that sent shivers through my body.  I mumbled helplessly into the gag.  I begged for mercy.  They only smiled.

"Does my sissy slut want something?"  The Princess had a playful tone to her voice.

I nodded.  Sweat streaked my face.  My body glistened with perspiration from my struggling efforts.

"Well,"  The Princess acted frustrated and impatient.  "What do you want?"

In frustration, I screamed into the gag.

"Maybe I could understand you if you'd take that cock out of your mouth."  She reached down and removed the disgusting gag.

I moved my jaws in circular motions to relieve the stiffness.  "May your sissy slut ask Your Highness why he is being punished?"

The Princess grinned, "You are not being punished.  You are not being whipped.  You are just providing some entertainment."  She paused as she looked over my body.  "You look absolutely stunning in rope!"

I pressed my luck by asking another question.  "Your Highness, is the drug patch punishment?"

She looked surprised at the question.  "Yes, I suppose it is.  You were stubborn and made us wait for your submission.  Now, we will make you wait for your relief."

"Your Highness, your sissy slut is almost crazy from the patch.  Your slut begs you to remove it.  Your slut cannot stand it anymore."

She put her finger to my lips to silence me.  She rubbed her chin, in a mock thinking pose.  She turned and walked to Lady Colleen.


Chapter 16 - The Great Dilemma 


Lady Colleen began the slow, deliberate task of loosening the ropes from my body. It seemed like hours passed as she meticulously untied each knot.  As soon as I was free, I was pulled into a sitting position.  My wrists were clasped behind me and my ankles hobbled.  I was allowed a few more minutes to steady my body.  The slave girls helped me to my feet and led me to the dressing room.  The ankle cuffs and the false tits were removed.  The make-up was washed off of my face.  I was given another luke-warm shower.

I was seated completely nude except my wrist cuffs on the make-up stool.  The slaves applied fresh make-up to my face.  A clean set of false tits were fastened around my chest.  Once again, I looked like a cheap slut.  

I was led back into the chamber, walking gingerly due to the pain.  At least I was barefoot, not wearing high heels.  I stood before Princess Shandra.  I had been totally humiliated and my spirit was totally broken.

"You have presented us with a great dilemma," the Amazon's face looked puzzled.  "It is our honeymoon, and I have not let you cum.  Even a slut should cum frequently on her honeymoon."  

I didn't understand the dilemma.  Take off the damned drug patch and let me cum.  I had entertained them for over two days.  Certainly, I deserved some pleasure.

"But," she continued, "sex is only one small part of your submission.  Your pleasure is of no concern to us."

I must admit, despite all of the torture I had endured in the past weeks, I had always been given lots of breath-taking sex.  The drug patch was driving me totally crazy with lust.  I desperately needed to cum.

"Part of me wants to torture your miserable little ass..." she paused momentarily, "but another part of me wants to fuck you until you drop."

She glanced towards the table.  "Lady Colleen wants to do both.  Aunt Sarah just wants to see you suffer.  Both of the sluts want to fuck you, too, not that they matter to me."

She paused for several seconds as she rubbed her chin.  "You do not deserve to cum after all the trouble you've caused with your stubbornness.  But, we should not suffer because of your defiance."

She paused for effect.  "You will not cum, but you will service us.  Each of us will fuck you, then you'll eat us until we cum again.  It will be good practice for you." 

"You will be punished for any talking, so be quiet!"  The Princess barked in an angry voice.

Each of the three ladies took their turn fucking me until they had cum, then straddled my face and made me eat their pussies until they had cum again.  I was exhausted from thrusting my hips while they fucked me.  I almost smothered when  they sat on my face.  At least they didn't have my cum in their pussies.  

I lay spread-eagled on the bondage table.  The false tits were strapped to my body.  My face was a smeared mess of bright red lipstick, rouge, blue eye shadow, and pussy juice.  I don't know how long it had taken for the three women to rape me and force me to eat their pussies.  I had no idea what time it was.  

Constance approached The Princess.  She paused with a look of fear in her eyes, then spoke.  "May your slave slut speak, Your Highness?" 

"What is it?" The Princess sounded annoyed.

"With all due respect, Your Highness," her voice quivered in fear as she formed her thoughts, "the sissy slut has suffered greatly for his stubbornness.  And, he has tried very hard to please you, Your Highness."  Her fear was causing her entire body to tremble.  "This slave slut will gladly relieve him, if it pleases Your Highness."

The Princess looked at Constance.  "You risk severe punishment to speak so boldly.  Why do you care about this pathetic little pussy?"

"This slut is sorry to burden you with this matter.  But he has suffered so much, and he tries so hard to please you."  She stammered as her fear of angering The Princess grew stronger.  "The drugs have made him so frustrated Your Highness."

"Your compassion is admirable, yet foolish."  The Princess paused.  "You will not be punished since you were granted permission to speak.  But, you're concern for the sissy slut is not relevant.  He will cum if and when I decide he should."

Constance curtsied again.  She turn and hastily joined Molly in the corner.  The Princess walked around the table and stopped near my face.  She lightly stroked my cheek.  I was dripping in perspiration after the prolonged orgy.  I was so tired I couldn't speak.  That was probably good, because I would be in trouble for talking anyway.

"Another great dilemma!"  The Princess seemed perturbed at me. "Constance thinks you should get to cum.  Molly do you think he should cum?"

The slave looked up at her mistress.  "The opinion of this lowly slave slut is not worthy of your concern, Your Highness"

"That is true,"  The Princess paused very briefly.  "But, I still want to hear your answer."

"The sissy slut has suffered greatly, Your Highness.  But, if you deemed his transgressions severe enough to warrant harsh punishment, his need to cum is of no consequence."

"That also is true, but you are avoiding my question."

"Your Highness, this lowly slave slut would love to taste his cum and have him shoot his cum deep into this slut's pussy."

The Princess stood beside me, still rubbing my cheek with her fingers.  Her face again erupted into her all-to-common evil grin.  She moved back one step and began to play with my throbbing erection.

The Princess rubbed my cheek.  "You two sluts may have him until bed time.  He must remain chained as he is."  She smiled at me as she granted her slaves a special treat.  

Molly approached The Princess and gave a curtsy.  "Thank you Your Highness," she uttered softly.  "Your slave slut is very lucky to have a mistress as kind as you."

The Princess nodded and the slave hurried to the corner behind the table.  She bowed her head, folded her arms behind her, and stood at attention.

Constance also approached The Princess.  "Thank you very much, Your Highness."  Constance leaned up to The Princess and planted a large kiss on her cheek.  Constance then hurried to join Molly in the corner.

The Princess walked to the cabinet and returned with a new package in her hand.  A new drug patch.  I could only hope it was the multiple-orgasm patch.  God knows I needed a break.  The Princess handed the patch to Molly.  A playful smile erupted on her lips.  She turned and headed out the door.

"Remember to remove it when your finished."  She let her grin turn evil, "Enjoy!"


Chapter 17 - I Feel The Earth Move


The two slave girls had been given a very special treat ... me!  I was exhausted, and frustrated beyond anything I had ever known.  I was still spread-eagled on the table.  I was not gagged.  My balls, although very sore, were not strapped.  The old drug patch was removed, the new patch put in its place.  Within a half hour, I would be cumming like Old Faithful.

The room was empty except the three of us.  We were free to talk.  The two slaves whispered softly a few feet away from me.  I was thirsty and hungry.  But, I was also very horny!

"Am I allowed to have a drink?"  I asked in a raw voice.

Molly looked at me.  "I'm not sure.  I can ask Lady Sarah."  Molly gave Constance an evil 'don't you dare start without me' stare and left the dungeon.

I looked at Constance.  "I don't suppose you can unchain me?"

A look of fear enveloped her face.  "You heard The Princess.  We will all be punished most severely if we disobey."

"I guess I'll just have to lay back and enjoy it," I chuckled at my own pun.

"We're all very lucky The Princess was so generous."  A smile swept away the fear from her face.

Molly returned to the room.  "We can each have a peanut butter sandwich and milk.  But we have to feed you."  She hurried into the kitchenette.

Constance sat on edge of the table.  "Do they hurt?"  She was looking at my balls.

"Not as bad as yesterday, but they're very tender."  I winced just thinking of yesterday.  "I thought the ball press was the worst pain I had ever felt, but the crop was horrible.  I couldn't move.  I wanted to vomit the pain was so bad."

Constance had tears forming in her eyes.  "I was really disrespectful, in fact rebellious, when I first came here.  I got twenty lashes on my tits.  Instead of making me humble, I resisted more.  I got twenty more lashes to my pussy."  She paused, choking back sobs.  "I wanted to die.  I was cursing and screaming.  I just curled up and cried for two hours."

I wanted to comfort her, but I was helpless.  A smile slowly returned to her face.

"But, it only hurt for a day or two.  And Countess Cathryn let me sleep with her two nights in a row.  I was so grateful."  her face was beaming with joy at the memory.

"Let's eat!"  Molly shouted as she burst into the room.

The girls took turns feeding me bites.  It is very difficult to eat peanut butter sandwiches when you're flat on your back.  I struggled with each bite, thankful to get food.  They found a straw to drink with, avoiding a lot of problems with the milk.  Constance cleared the dishes quickly and returned before Molly could begin a conversation.  They whispered to each other again, then turned to me.

"We figure you'll cum very quickly after everything you've been through," Molly began.  "So we thought we would get the first one out of the way before we take turns."

"I'm so horny I would have jacked-off in front of them if they wanted me to."  I stated, then realized how crude I sounded.  "I'm sorry, I should be more polite in my speech."

The girls both laughed, Constance finally gaining enough control to speak.  "That's a big joke, we hear crude language all the time.  We're called sluts and whores, remember."

"I guess, but I still don't want to offend you."  I blushed.  After the past few weeks, I couldn't believe anything would embarrass me, but I was embarrassed anyway.

"No offense taken!"  Molly blurted while holding back another laugh.  'Are you ready?  We want this to as wonderful for you as it is for us."

The two slaves moved around the bed, one on either side.  They began to take turns giving my engorged staff slow, sumptuous lollipop licks.  First Molly, then Constance, they each took me deep into their mouths and raked their tongues and lips upward to the head of my dick.  After about ten licks, I let out a loud groan and exploded into Molly's mouth.  Her face beamed in a huge smile as she swallowed my cum and licked her lips.  

"I won!"  Molly screamed with delight.  "I get to go first."

"Lucky slut!"  Constance muttered.  Disappointment shone in her eyes.

"Jealous, aren't we?"  Molly taunted.

"Damn right, I'm jealous"  Constance fired back at her.

"Ladies!  Ladies!"  I mocked.  "There's plenty to go around ... thanks to our friend the patch." 

Molly moved into the cut-out of the table and began to tease my cock, which never lost its firmness thanks to the drug.  She slowly began to flick the head with her tongue, sending waves of shudders through me.  She smiled as I reacted.  She engulfed me loosely in her mouth.  Her tongue now rolled around my staff, sending new waves of ecstasy through my torso.  Every movement of her lips and tongue expertly applied to my throbbing erection.

Having had one orgasm, I was able to enjoy her attentions.  Slowly my body built toward a second erotic climax.  I began to squirm, tugging at the cuffs on my ankles and wrists.  My breathing was now frantic with anticipation.  I could feel my face flush with the heat of passion.  Molly swirled her tongue around my shaft, then flicked the head of my cock.

"Oh, God!"  I screamed as I once again spewed my cum deep into her mouth.  "Ooohh!  Damn!  Aaaaghhh!"  My chest heaved as I gasped for air.  I finally collapsed back onto the table.

"You seem to have enjoyed that."  Molly said.  "Now it's your turn to pleasure me."

She climbed onto the table, crawling towards my head.  Her thighs straddled my head as she lowered her treasure onto my mouth.  My tongue darted out, teasing her nether lips.  She was wet with excitement.  I lapped at the love juices that drenched her sparse, kinky pubic hair.  She squirmed and moaned in ecstatic anticipation.  I pressed my tongue between her lips and playfully teased her clit.  She was now begging me to plunge my tongue deeper.  She thrust forcefully onto my face.  My tongue now probed deep within her, sparking squeals of delight with each slight movement.  One last plunge of my tongue deep inside her, and she erupted in a thunderous orgasm.  Her juices sprayed onto my face as her body trembled and shook with spasms.  At last, her body shivered and she collapsed onto my chest.

"God! That was good!"  She exclaimed.  "As soon as your ready, Constance wants her first turn."  She rolled off the bed and sprawled on the dungeon floor.  Her face was the picture of contentment.

I gathered my wits and tried to catch my breath.  "Constance, sweaty, if I could have a drink of water, I'm ready to serve."

Constance was anxious to have her turn and sprinted to the kitchenette.  She returned in a flash with a cold glass of water and a straw.  I sipped the water carefully, striving to quench my thirst without getting sick.  I finished the water and smiled.  She discarded the glass and was in the cut-out of the table without saying a word.

"I hope we all three have the times of our lives tonight."  She whispered as her hands lightly rubbed my balls, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain through my body.  My body tensed at the pain and a grimace instantly controlled my face.  "Oh, God!  I'm sorry!"  She shouted.  "I didn't mean to hurt you, honest."

"It's not your fault,"  I whispered back.  "I'm ready whenever you are."

She said no more.  Her tongue darted along the under side of my shaft.  Chills fingered through me, goosebumps erupted all over my body.  She chuckled at my response, and plunged her mouth deep over my cock.  She was not experienced as Molly, but she was doing everything she knew to drive me crazy.  She continued to work with all her might, bobbing her head up and down.  She moved her hands to my chest and began pinching lightly at my nipples.  The more I gasped and trembled, the harder she pinched.  The sensations were heavenly.  Within minutes I shot another load of my cum, deep into her waiting mouth.  She swallowed every drop.

Constance now crawled onto my chest, her moist sex rubbing against me.  She lowered her lips to mine planted a deep kiss on my lips.  Her tongue forced past my lips and probed my mouth.  She glanced at me, looking for a signal.  I licked my lips and she slid her body up to my head.  She lowered her dripping pussy onto my face and my tongue went to work.  I probed and teased, not allowing her to force my tongue inside her moist lips.  Her frustration was growing as I continued to tease.

"Oh, God!  Please finish me!"  She begged me to go deeper.

I slowly forced my tongue through her swollen lips.  I fluttered my tongue, evoking a pleasurable squeal from the beautiful slave.  I forced my tongue deeper, flicking and fluttering as best my tire jaws and tongue could muster.  She began to thrust as I forced myself to the limit of my tongue.  Her whole body froze in climactic ecstasy.  She screamed lustfully as her body began to shake and her love juices spewed onto my face.

"Damn!  It's nice to have a man who cares about our feelings."  Constance muttered as she rolled of the table and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Molly appeared with three glasses of water.  She handed one to her companion.  She sipped from another.  The third had a straw in it, and she helped me ingest the revitalizing fluid.

"I wish I could release you,"  she apologized, "but The Princess would make us suffer terribly for disobedience."

"It's Okay," I assured her.  "I kind of like it this way.  It's exciting, and it reduces the guilt."

"Why do you let them do this if you love your wife?" Constance queried.

"They are blackmailing me with false charges of sexual harassment."  I answered.

Both girls let out sarcastic laughs.  Molly realized the inappropriateness of her reaction, "I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to laugh, but how ludicrous that someone would be harassed by a group of dominas."

I chuckled.  "It does sound pretty bizarre, doesn't it?"

Molly looked at me with fear.  "Can we do it yet?"

"How am I going to stop you?"  I grinned.  "The patch keeps me ready and willing."

She grinned, the tension disappearing from her face.  "I could really love you if SHE would give me a chance."

"Under different circumstances, we might all be lovers."  I realized that sounded strange.  "Both of you are so nice and so beautiful."

"Thanks," Constance chirped.  "You seem to be a pretty great guy, yourself."

We all chuckled.

Molly mounted the table and straddled my erect member.  She slowly and gently began to rock herself on me.  Both women had their turn to reach many climaxes while bringing me to several of my own.  They were more gentle than the three ladies, but they both had several thunderous orgasms.  After a couple of hours, they were both sitting on the floor, I collapsed on the table.

Molly came to the side of the table and removed the drug patch.  Despite my total exhaustion, I was still rock-hard.  It would take about half an hour for the medicine to fade.  She smiled at me and brought her mouth around my cock.

"It looks like you get one more for the road."  Constance smiled, a 'cat that got the canary' smile.  

I couldn't muster the strength to respond.  I just laid back and enjoyed being brought to one last bone-rattling orgasm.

I had spent the entire day bound on the table.  Mercifully, I was released to be taken to bed.  My hands were cuffed behind me.  The hobble was reconnected to my ankle cuffs.  A small gag was placed in my mouth and fastened behind me.  I was led to my cell and fastened to the wall by the chain attached to my collar.  I lay down on my mat, still wearing my fake tits.  Sweat had dried into a crusty scale on my skin, my hair was matted with dried perspiration.  I wanted desperately to sleep with The Princess.  I sobbed into my gag as I slowly drifted into an uneasy sleep.


Chapter 18 - A Gentler, Kinder Princess


(Thursday)
I had no idea how long I had slept.  I awoke to a gentle touch on my shoulder.  Constance knelt over me.  A smile graced her face.  Her supple breast dangled over my face, inches from my lips.  She removed the gag.

"Am I going to be breast-fed this morning?"  I quipped as I began moving my aching jaws.

"Very clever!"  She grinned.  "If I had my choice, you would."

"Lady Sarah told us to take hot showers together and get cleaned up for breakfast.  We get to be nude this morning."  Molly was standing in the doorway.  Her look was that of a small girl on Christmas morning.  "I love being nude, not wearing those damn maid outfits."

I looked at her, "I'm not too fond of them either."  We all chuckled.

The girls unfastened my collar from the wall.  My hobble chain was removed.  We walked through the chamber, Molly first, me next, Constance last.  We reached the dressing room and all the cuffs were removed.  For the first time in three days, my hands were not bound.  We joyously scrubbed each other, washing each others hair and bodies.  It was a delightful respite from the three days of bondage and torture.  We climbed out of the shower and dried each other.  I felt a closeness to the two slave girls.  I believe they felt the same way about me.

"Lady Sarah said not to put make-up on you today, just cuffs and collar."  Molly whispered.  

She sat at the vanity, next to Constance as they combed and dried their hair.  The applied their make-up, very tastefully, in stark contrast to their normal slut look.  Finally completed, they put their cuffs and collars on each other, then turned to me.  I frowned as they put the five bands of leather around my limbs and neck.  They did not clasp my hands or hobble my feet.  We marched off towards the kitchen.

We entered the kitchen in a single-file line with Molly leading the procession.  Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen were seated at the table, wearing sheer, floor-length nightgowns.  She walked to The Princess and curtsied, then did the same to lady Colleen and Lady Sarah.  She then stood at attention in front of the sink.  Constance likewise curtsied before all three mistresses and joined Molly.

I approached The Princess and knelt to one knee, bowing at the waist.  She touched my shoulder, indicating I should rise.  I stood, head bowed and began to move to Lady Colleen.  The Princess kept her hand on my shoulder, stopping me from leaving.

"Wrists behind you, turn around," she ordered.

"But Your Highness," I protested.  "Your slut will behave, you don't need to cuff his hands."

"Silence," she whispered.  "I know I don't need to, but I want to.  You look so adorable when your helpless."

I sighed in confused resignation.  I dared not plead further, the punishment might be severe.  My hands were clasped with a spring clip through the D-rings on my cuffs.

"Your Highness," I began.  "Has your sissy slut done something wrong?  Is he being punished?"

"No, my pet," she replied.  "I just enjoy seeing you this way."  She paused, "Now, be quiet or you will be gagged and punished."

The Amazon gave me a sharp, playful slap across the rump and gently pushed me toward Lady Colleen.  I bowed before the Irish lass, then before Lady Sarah.  As I began to rise, Lady Sarah instructed me to return to The Princess and kneel at her side.  I quickly moved to Princess Shandra's side and knelt beside her.  

Molly and Constance had started breakfast while I was attending to the three mistresses.  Constance brought the tea pot to the table and served the ladies their first cup.  Molly continued to fry pancakes and bacon.  My loving Princess stroked my hair while she sipped tea and chatted with the other two women.  I instinctively bent forward and kissed the top of her foot.  She smiled, acknowledging my act of loyalty.  I wanted so much to curl up at her feet, but I had my instructions.

Breakfast was served, the three ladies taking modest portions.  Molly and Constance took three pancakes each, and retired to the floor in the corner.  Princess Shandra looked at me, smiled, and reached for another stack of pancakes.  She alternated bites, one for her, one for me.  My humiliation was quickly fading, as my adoration for My Princess grew stronger each passing minute.


Chapter 19 - No Pets Allowed in the Pool


Breakfast was soon finished.  My Princess reached for a leash that had been draped over the arm of her chair.  She fastened the leash to my collar and glanced at Lady Colleen.  Lady Colleen smiled, her green eyes gleaming.  A shiver traversed my entire body as fear of the unknown overtook me.  

"Would you like to accompany me while I take my pet for a walk?"  My Princess looked at her companion's eager eyes.

"What a lovely idea,"  Lady Colleen replied.  "Morning walks seem to start a day in a most perfect manner."  All three ladies chuckled at the mocking tone in her voice.

"Come on, my pet!"  My Princess stood and gave a light tug on the leash.

I rose to my feet and followed closely behind the two gorgeous young ladies.  The view of two very firm, shapely butts wiggling as they walked was astonishing.  We walked through the house and into the front yard.  The enormous lawn was perfectly manicured, almost like a putting green, except the size of several football fields.  This was the first time I had been outdoors since arriving on the plane Monday morning.  We all enjoyed walking barefoot through the plush grass.  The morning sun felt warm on my exposed flesh.

The two ladies walked at a fairly quick pace, obviously needing exercise for their finely-tuned bodies.  I labored to keep pace with them.  As my breathing became more difficult, they would turn and laugh at my struggle.  Realizing that a forty-something man couldn't maintain their early-twenties pace, they slowed down.  As their pace slowed, their conversation increased.  I could hear them talking, but could not understand the words.  I suddenly had a sickening feeling in my stomach.  The two women had stopped and turned to me.  Both ladies had evil grins on their faces.  No one had to tell me something mischievous was on their minds.  Lady Colleen stepped behind me and unclasped my hands.  She then returned to My Princess' side.

"Down on all four, my pet!"  My Princess was firm in her command.  "Heel!"

I fell onto my hands and knees.  I quickly scurried to My Princess' right side and placed my left ear against her right knee.  She reached down and patted my head.

"Come on, boy!"  She changed her voice as if talking to a puppy.  "Let's go!"

With a gentle tug of the leash, we were off and jogging.  Even at their slow jogging pace, I struggled to crawl on my hands and knees.  They eventually realized I was too clumsy to keep up.  They slowed to a casual walk as I slowly fumbled beside them.  We headed slowly around the house and eventually stepped (or crawled in my case) onto the patio.  The concrete scraped my palms and knees as I crawled next My Princess.  Several yards and many scratches later, we were at the swimming pool.  Princess Shandra led me to a fresh bowl of water and tied my leash to the leg of a patio chair.

"Stay, boy!"  My Amazon Warrior spoke.  "Pets aren't allowed in the pool."

I was disappointed not to swim with the ladies.  But, I was relieved to have a drink, even if I had to lap it from a bowl.  I drank my fill and curled up by the chair.  I watched in fascination as My Princess and Lady Colleen stripped off their see-through robes and dove into the crystal-clear water.

The amazing thing about women in their early twenties - sometimes they are very mature, and other times they are like little girls.  The two ladies frolicked like little girls, splashing and screaming.  Several times, one would dunk the other into the water.  Two very beautiful, extremely sensuous women playing in the water caused my dick to harden very quickly.  For the first time today, I was sexually stimulated.  Enjoying the "show" in the pool, I reached down and rubbed my aching balls.  The aching was from the torturous smashing and beating I had endured two days earlier.  I was still bruised and very tender.

I glanced towards the pool and was instantly frightened.  My Princess was leaning on the side, staring right at me.  When my gaze caught hers, she began shaking her head.  I didn't understand.  I wasn't masturbating.  I was only trying to relieve the pain.  I removed my hand from my nuts and contorted my face into a pathetic pout that I hoped would convey my confusion, my apology, and my sexual frustration.   
Satisfied that I had removed my hand, My Princess turned back to Lady Colleen.  If I were going to be punished, she had not said.  I laid on the deck wondering if I had done something wrong.  Would I be punished?  If so, how severely?

I turned my attention back to the pool.  My Princess, the beautiful blonde Amazon warrior, and Lady Colleen, the stunning redheaded Irish lass, were playfully wrestling in the water.  The longer they played, the more sexual their touching became.  Soon, they were hugging and fondling each other's breasts.  Lady Colleen ducked under the water and began to tease My Princess' breasts with her lips and tongue.  After coming up for a gasp of air, she submerged again and nuzzled her face into her playmate's pubic hair.  Within minutes the pair was so turned-on they ran from the pool and dove onto the grass.  They engaged in a lengthy sixty-nine session that resulted in each lady climaxing several times.  They collapsed into each other's arms and embraced for several minutes.


Chapter 20 - How Do You Spell Relief?


I was lying on the pool deck, curled up against the chair leg to which my leash was tied.  I was daydreaming about sex.  I was not under the influence of a drug patch.  I was just very horny from the stimulation of being around three very sexy mistresses and two beautiful slaves.  Despite the bruised, swollen condition of my testicles, I was desperately needing to cum.  Unconsciously, my hands moved to my aching balls, gently massaging them to relieve the discomfort.

"Aaaaghhhhh!"  I screamed in startled panic as my arms were kicked, jerking my hands away from my nuts.

My Princess was standing over me, with Lady Colleen by her side.  She had kicked my arms with her bare foot.  It didn't hurt, but it startled me.  I was shaking from the unexpected contact.

"If you cannot keep your hands away from my property, I'll have to cuff them again."  Her voice was stern, but not angry.

"I... your sissy slut is sorry, Your Highness."  I stammered in fear of punishment.  "This slut was not told he could not touch himself.  He is terribly sorry he cause his Gracious Princess to scold him."

"Enough!"  Disgust filled her voice.  "You will not be punished this time.  I can't expect a stupid slut to know proper manners without being told."  She patted my head in forgiveness.

"Your Highness," I meekly began, "may your stupid sissy slut speak?"

"Yes," she replied kindly "What is it?"

"Your Highness, your sissy slut is terribly aroused from watching you and Lady Colleen.  Would Your Highness graciously allow your slut to cum?"

My Princess looked at me with an amused look.  "I would have thought Molly and Constance would have satisfied your needs for a long while."  She smiled as she let me wait for an answer.  "What might my sissy slut offer His Princess in exchange for an orgasm?"

"I.. your sissy slut would gladly service Your Highness and Lady Colleen with his tongue."  I replied sheepishly.

"I could have you do that without letting you cum."  Her voice was playful.

I was at a loss of ideas.  "But, your sissy slut has nothing to offer that you could not have anyway."  

"That is true," she replied smugly.  "It is so wonderful that you have nothing to give that I don't already own.  So you must rely on my kindness and generosity."

"Your Highness, your sissy slut is very lucky to have such a kind and generous Princess care for him.  Your sissy slut will gladly trust His Princess to decide if he should cum."

"I will let you cum, IF you will masturbate in front of all of us in the dungeon, AND if you slowly eat your cum when you are finished."  Her evil smile slowly spread across her face as she watched for my reaction.

A look of disappointment crossed my face.  I had hoped she would fuck me.  I so desperately needed the love of My Princess.  Even the masturbation wouldn't be bad, but I couldn't eat my cum.  I lowered my head.

"Your Highness is very generous with her offer, but your sissy slut does not wish to accept."  I tried to sound respectful and appreciative, despite my terrible disappointment.

"Very well," she began, "You have made your choice.  But, you will not cum again this week without eating it."  

She looked for my reaction, but my bowed head concealed my frustration.  She untied my leash from the chair and gently pulled me to my feet.  She held out the clasp for my wrist cuffs.  I turned around and put my hands behind my back.  She gracefully attached the clasp, securing my hands.

"Let's go, my pet," she said.  "Lady Sarah is waiting to train you."  With a gentle tug of the leash, we were headed into the house.


Chapter 21 - Eating Pussy 101


Lady Colleen led our threesome into the dungeon.  Princess Shandra was close behind her.  I completed the group, following My Princess into the chamber.  Lady Sarah was sitting in a recliner in the front of the room.  To one side, Molly was chained with her hands stretched tightly above her head and her feet spread wide by a spreader bar.  She was completely naked except her cuffs and he collar.  Her eyes were filled with fear.  Her lips were trembling.  To the other side was Constance in an identical position.  Tears were streaming down her face.  I saw no apparent cause for their fear, but I suspected I would know soon enough.

Lady Colleen stepped to the table and sat down.  Princess Shandra Walked me to Lady Sarah and handed her my leash.  My Princess then turned and joined her friend at the table.  Lady Sarah removed my leash and tossed it toward the table.  She then placed her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me into a kneeling position at her feet.  Lady Sarah had not spoken to me for two days, remaining in the background while My Princess and lady Colleen worked with me.  Now, she was in charge of my training.

"You will show your respect for your teacher by kissing her feet."  The tone was firm, but not harsh.

I immediately leaned forward, losing my balance.  With my hands behind my back, I tumbled onto my face.  I awkwardly struggled to my knees.  I frantically began kissing her feet and toes.  I had already fallen, I had to work feverishly to avoid punishment.  I kissed and licked for two or three minutes.

"Enough," she said in her calm, firm voice.  "I will now teach you to eat pussy.  You will practice on me until I think you are trained.  Then you will please Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen."

The petite redhead put her hands on the sides of my head and pulled my face between her legs.  I struggled to maintain my balance without the use of my hands.  I began to lick the lips of her pussy, teasing her.  I continued to tease her outer lips for a few minutes until I sensed her excitement beginning to grow.  Then I flicked my tongue along her slit, barely forcing between the lips.  She shuddered at the new sensation.  I playfully teased her until I noticed her love juices oozing from her womanhood.

"Very good, so far," she said.  "Now, suck my clit."

I moved my head upward and began to lick and suck her clit.  Several minutes of attention to her clit had her panting in excitement.  I didn't wait for instruction, I lowered my head and buried my tongue inside her.  It didn't take long for her to arch her back and shake with spasms into her first orgasm.  Her thighs tightened around my head as she continued to tremble.  I stopped using my tongue as I struggled for air.  Her first orgasm passed and her thighs opened.  I gasped two quick breaths and plunged deep into her again.  Within a minute, she was climaxing again.

I leaned back and breathed deeply.  My jaws and tongue ached from the workout of eating Lady Sarah's pussy.  The redheaded mistress took a few minutes to recover, which I gratefully used likewise.  Slowly, she stood as I scurried backwards on my knees to get out of her way.

"Either you have natural talent, or you have more experience than you have told us."  Her voice was complimentary, not accusing.  "Now you will have a real test of your ability."

"Your Highness!"  Every one's head turned to Constance as she blurted out an urgent appeal to My Princess.  "May your sluts beg for mercy?  We have done nothing to deserve this!  Please Your Highness, spare us this torture!"

"Quiet!"  My Princess sounded irritated, almost angry at her slave's pleading.  "One more outburst from either of you sluts will warrant severe punishment."

Constance began sobbing, tears streaming down her face.  Molly gritted her teeth as her eyes betrayed her fear.  I had no idea what they were upset about.  I feared it would be unpleasant for all three of us.

Lady Sarah had patiently waited through the slave's outburst.  Now, she turned back to me.  "You will please The Princess and Lady Colleen.  Each minute it takes Lady Colleen to climax will cause Constance to receive a stroke across the tits.  Each minute it takes for Princess Shandra to climax, Molly will receive one stroke.  The better you perform, the less they suffer."

"If Her Ladyship will permit this sissy slut to speak," I began in fear.  "This slut will gladly take strokes while he performs.  Please don't beat the others.  Please don't make them suffer because of me."

"A noble gesture from a sissy slut," she cut off my pleas.  "But, the rules are defined.  Do well and they suffer less."

Lady Colleen sat in the chair with her legs spread wide.  Lady Sarah walked to a cabinet and returned with a riding crop and a timer.  Constance was sobbing violently in fear of her pending beating.  I trembled in fear.  If I took longer than necessary to bring Lady Colleen to climax, Constance would suffer more.

"You may begin," Lady Sarah announced in a tone resembling a game show host.

I immediately dove tongue first into the thin red bush of Lady Colleen's pubic hair.  I assumed the sooner I penetrated her, the sooner Constance would be spared.  I moved my tongue as vigorously as I could, probing deep into her.  Her juices were already flowing from my stimulation.  I moved up to flick her clit.  Thwunkkk!

"Eeeeeaaaghhhhhh!"  Constance squealed as the rod landed across her chest.  "God!  It hurts so bad!"  she gasped as the pain already caused her breathing to labor.

The first minute had seemed like a few seconds.  The agony of Constance's scream inspired me to try harder.  Sweat dripped from my body as I feverishly attacked the pussy in front of me.  Constance was sobbing much harder than before, her whimpers were very audible.  I could feel the excitement building in Lady Colleen's body.  I guessed it would be several minutes, several brutal lashes for Constance, before my efforts resulted in Lady Colleen's orgasm.  Thwunkkkk!

Eeeeoooggghhhhh!"  Constance yelped.  Her voice was already sounding hoarse.  "Please!  My fucking tits!  They burn!"  Several deep pants were mixed with a low, desperate groan.

I could feel the trembling of excitement in the thighs that pressed against my head.  Lady Colleen was definitely enjoying the combined effects of my tongue and Constance's screams.  I alternately plunged deep inside her, then flicked he clit.  Her juices flowed very heavily, coating my face.  Just a little more, and I think she'll cum.  Thunkkkkkkk!

"Eeaaaaaggghhhhhh!"  The yell was weaker than the previous ones.  Constance was exhausted from battling the pain.  "My nipples!  You cut off my nipples!  Jesus!  Oh fuck, it hurts!"

I trembled as the poor slave screamed and cursed.  Her strength was quickly waning.  I had to push Lady Colleen to climax before another vicious blow tortured the poor girl.  I tried every trick I could think of, fluttering my tongue inside the hot pussy.  I worked desperately on her clit.  I felt her begin to spasm, her back arching.  Thunkkk!

"Eeeeeehhh!"  Constance screamed, her voice trailing off as if she had fainted.

The loud, truncated shriek came just at the beginning of a ferocious orgasm by Lady Colleen.  She moaned and convulsed as waves of ecstasy coursed over her body.  Her orgasm came in four minutes.  I couldn't believe she had cum so quickly.  Still, it was not quick enough to spare Constance an unbearable torture.

I raised my head and looked at Constance.  Her eyes were open, but glazed.  Her chest was heaving with giant sobs as tears dripped from her cheeks.  Lady Sarah released the chain that held her hands above her.  Constance collapsed to the floor and curled into a ball.  Her legs were still spread by the bar.  Her hands cradled her bruised breasts.  I wanted to run to her, to console her.  The look in Lady Sarah's eyes told me to stay still. 
 
Constance lay blubbering in extreme pain in the opposite corner.  She appeared devastated by her torture.  I hurt for Constance, her pain was so awful.  I knew terrible pain from earlier in the week.  I could only take consolation that I had pleased Lady Colleen quickly.  If her orgasm had taken much longer, Constance may have totally lost her mind.

I turned my gaze to My Princess.  The Amazon had a quaint smile on her face.  She had obviously enjoyed watching us suffer.  She had such a wicked side to her personality.  I panted for air as I tried to stop shivering.  Poor Constance was suffering because of me.  Molly was next.


Chapter 22 - Eating Pussy 102


I was an emotional wreck.  It is terrible to suffer horrible pain for the amusement of someone else.  But, it is more terrible to watch another human suffer while you strive to free them.  The three mistresses were playing mind games with me.  I could not help but feel responsible for the suffering Constance was enduring, and Molly would soon be experiencing.  I did the best I could, but it wasn't good enough!

"Please, Your Highness!"  I pleaded with what little strength I had left.  "Please don't make me ... your slut do this!  Hit me, but not them!"

Princess Shandra laughed.  Damn her!  I could not believe such a beautiful and wonderful woman could be so evil at times.  She stood and walked to the chair.  She hugged Lady Colleen as they exchanged places.  My Princess spread her legs as Lady Sarah, crop in hand, walked to Molly.

Molly had summoned unbelievable courage.  She presented herself boldly, like a hero before a firing squad.  I gained courage from Molly.  She had to be petrified with fear, yet she appeared so calm and willing.  How could she be so brave?

I was kneeling between My Princess' legs.  Her legs were spread and I gazed at her sparsely covered pussy.  Her thin pubic hair was already glistening from juices secreted while Constance had suffered.  Now, I had to bring the Amazon to climax quickly to minimize Molly's suffering.

"You may begin!"  Lady Sarah instructed in a mechanical tone.

I leaned forward and plunged my tongue into My Princess' thin, blonde pubic hair.  I feverishly licked her lips, quickly teasing her clit with light flicks of my tongue.  Despite my vigorous efforts, My Princess did not react to my advances.  I changed my approach, trying long circular licks of her protruding bud.  Thunkkkk!  The rod brutally sunk into Molly's beautiful breasts.

"Sssssss!"  Molly hissed as she sucked in air without screaming.  "Uuuugggghhhhh."  She moaned softly, enduring the pain with unbelievable courage.

Constance had screamed wildly with every blow.  Molly was bravely trying to accept each new attack without giving the mistresses the satisfaction of hearing her scream.  Her bravery and tolerance of the pain were inspiring me to work harder.  If only I can bring My Princess to orgasm quickly, Molly will suffer less.  I drove my tongue into the hot, wet pussy.  I furiously licked and flicked with my weary tongue.  I could feel the juices flow as the blonde goddess finally began to react to my efforts.  I was finally beginning to please My Princess.  Thunkkkkkkkk!  The rod struck the tender flesh with a wicked crash.  The blow was much harder than any that Constance had suffered.

"Sssssss!"  Molly hissed, desperately trying to breath without screaming.  "Fuck, that hurts."  She whispered.  "God, my tits are on fire!"  Her voice was raspy, but soft.  She would not scream.

My jaws ached.  My tongue was tired and weak.  I desperately sought the strength to please My Princess.  I desperately sought the energy to save Molly from further abuse.  I began to suck on the swollen clit in front of my face.  My Princess gasped in unexpected pleasure as I changed my efforts.  Her juices gushed in my face as her excitement built.  Thunkkkk!  Another vicious blow to Molly's bruised breasts.

"Uuuugghhhhh!"  Molly moaned.  She was quickly losing her battle to stifle her screams.  "Not my fucking nipples!"  She desperately pleaded without raising her voice.  "For God's sake, not my nipples!"

The loud, sickening thuds of the rod crashing her soft skin was terrifying.  I could not see her face or her breasts.  The blows administered by Lady Sarah sounded much harder than the blows Constance had received.  Molly sounded desperate, yet controlled her reactions with unbelievable courage and strength.  I continued licking and probing the delicious pussy of My Princess.  I would have really enjoyed eating her, if the slaves were not being brutally beaten.  I concentrated all my efforts on driving the young blonde to climax.  Thunkkkkk!

"Ooooohhhhhh!"  Molly moaned softly.  She still withheld the screams everyone expected.  "My God damn nipples!  Are they bleeding?"  Her voice was calm, even as she gasped to breathe.

Sweat dripped from my body as I frantically tried to arouse the lovely lady to sexual fulfillment.  I pictured Molly in my mind.  I envisioned blood running down her mutilated tits.  I saw her eyes glazed from the pain.  I imagined her body slumping from exhaustion.  I was very near tears.  I feared I would break down.  I felt totally responsible for Molly's suffering.  I worked my sluggish tongue deeper into the love nest before me.  My jaws were cracking from strain.  My breaths were short and labored from the exertion.  Thunkkkk!

"Hsssssssssssss!"  The tortured slave sucked violently to stifle her screams.  "Jesus!  My tits! Can't take it!"  Her voice strained, barely audible.  "Mistress?  Please hit my cunt!  Let this slut cum!  Please hit my cunt!"

I was stunned.  Suddenly, Molly was begging for more.  Begging for worse.  Begging to cum from pain.  Was I delirious from strain and exhaustion?  Or was Molly delirious from pain?  Surely, I was imagining things.  I plunged deeper into licking the pussy, desperately trying to cause an orgasm.  I felt The Princess humping my face.  I felt small tremors in her vaginal muscles.  I could hear heavy breathing and feel her body move with each breath.  Whackkkkk!  The change in tone of the contact indicating a new location.

"Eeeeeeggggghhhh!"  A stifled scream escaped from the spread-eagled slave.  "My cunt!  My fucking cunt!  Don't stop!  Please hit my cunt!  Please!" 

"I will let you cum if you don't scream."  Lady Sarah offered a difficult bargain to her slave.  "I'll hit your cunt every thirty seconds until you cum ... if you don't scream."

"Please hit me!  Please"  Molly desperately begged for more.

I continued to work on My Princess.  I needed to finish her, so I could rest.  I needed to breathe.  My jaws and tongue hurt.  I was exhausted.  Whackkkkk!

"Agggghhhhhh! I'm fucking cumming!"  Molly bellowed.  "Ohhhh!  Fuck!  Aaaahhhh!  Jesus!  I'm cumming hard!  Thank You, mistress!"

Simultaneously, My Princess arched her back and moaned.  Her thighs squeezed my head tightly.  Spasms rocked her body.  Her Amazon strength almost broke my neck as I struggled to breathe.  She was humping my face with my tongue still buried inside her.  Her orgasm lasted two or three minutes, although I thought it was an hour.  Finally, she relaxed her thighs and fell back into the chair.

I raised my head and looked at Molly.  She was collapsed, hanging by her wrists.  Her hair was soaked and her body glistened with sweat.  Her red-striped chest heaved in deep breaths.  Her appearance resembled a crucifix.  Except she wore a big smile of ecstatic relief.  Finally unable to endure any longer, I collapsed into the lap of My Princess. 


Chapter 23 - Quality Time With My Princess


Several minutes had passed since My Princess and Molly had climaxed.  Aunt Sarah released the chains from Molly, who collapsed in pain-filled satisfaction.  I rested with my head in the lap of My Princess.  The Amazon warrior-princess stroked my sweat-soaked hair.  I was physically exhausted.  I was emotionally confused.

Constance was still curled up in one corner.  She cradled her breasts in her arms as she whimpered in a fitful sleep.  She had not endured her torment well.  Molly now scrambled on her hands and knees to comfort her cohort.  Molly had taken a more severe beating, had climaxed, and now had the strength to help her slave-sister.  I admired the strength the beautiful slave mustered in this time of need.  I wondered about her lustful desire to be beaten.  I wished I had time to talk to the two slaves about many confusing emotions.

My Princess had regained her breath following her intense orgasm.  She still stroked my head, as if I were a dog being petted.  As wonderful as it felt, being given attention by my mistress, I was uneasy.  She sensed my anxiety.  her other hand stroked my face.

"Something is troubling my pet."  She stated softly.  "Does my pet wish to talk with His Princess?"

I was caught off guard by her perception.  I took a few seconds to gather my wits.  Even after a session as intense as this, I was not sure what I could ask without being punished.

"Your Highness, may your sissy slut speak freely?"  I asked with obvious hesitation in my voice.

"You may ask or say anything you wish," she said.  "As long as you are not disrespectful."

"Your Highness, you sissy slut is confused by many things."  I looked at her to gain permission to continue.  She stroked my head.  "Did Molly really enjoy being beaten?"

"Yes, my pet," she answered softly.  "Some people enjoy pain and torture.  Some people endure it because they love a master or mistress.  Molly does too, but she gets extremely aroused by pain.  It is hard to understand, but many slaves are that way."

'Did Constance enjoy it?"  I asked.

"No, she just endures it to please us."  Her blonde eyes focused on me.  "She loves being a slave, but the pain and torture are not pleasing to her."  She paused briefly, "Still, she loves all of her mistresses."

"I love all of you, too."  I paused, hesitant to continue.  "Your Highness, why do you enjoy hurting people?  I mean, you are so beautiful and kind, how can you be so cruel?"

"My pet, that's as hard to explain as Molly being aroused by pain."  She smiled as she collected her thoughts.  "It's just one of those things you must accept."

"Your Highness," a distinct quiver appeared in my voice.  "Are you going to make me drink pee and eat shit?"

My Princess smiled at me, a playful smile.  "Would you do it if I told you to?"

I had not expected a question, I thought briefly.  "I don't know.  It sounds so disgusting, so wrong.  I would rather suffer another punishment session than do something that gross."

"That could be arranged."  Her voice was serious, but she broke into a big smile.  "My pet, I will not make you do anything you really don't want to do.  You are my pet, The Countess' pet.  You are not a slave.  If you were my slave, I might make you do it just to show you I can.  I will not make you do it."

"But your pet cannot cum unless he swallows it?"  I was terribly excited after eating three delicious pussies, I really wanted some relief.

"No, my pet, you may not cum unless you are willing to eat it."  She noticed my disappointment as she continued.  "I will not force you to eat it, but you will not cum either."

"Your Highness, how can your pet love his wife so much, yet still love you and the Countess?  It's so confusing."

"Alas, my pet," she sounded very scholarly and philosophical, "You have asked a very profound question.  Just as a parent loves each child differently.  Just as person loves his parents differently from his wife.  Your love for me and the Countess are very different from your love for your wife.  Despite your conscience, you still love each of us in different ways."

"I .. your pet feels so guilty."  I felt relieved to talk about my feelings.  A warm satisfaction filled my soul.  "Thank you for talking to me Your Highness."

"I enjoyed our little talk too, my pet."  She smiled and stroked my head.

I relaxed and laid my head back in her lap.  I don't know if I'll ever stop feeling guilty.  I love my wife more than anything.  If she knew I was feeling this way, doing these things, it would devastate her.  But, I was being blackmailed, I would never betray her if I weren't forced.  My mind raced with questions.  I totally lost contact with my surroundings.


Chapter 24 - Family Time


I startled back to reality as My Princess touched my shoulder.  I raised my head and gazed into her eyes.  She stroked my hair lightly and smiled.  I glanced to the corner.  Molly had comforted Constance enough to stop her sobbing.  Both slaves cradled their battered breasts.  Molly had her legs tightly closed, probably to relieve the pain between her legs.  Molly was wiping the final tears from her cohort's face.

"You will shower with the girls.  Your hands remain bound.  I don't want you to touch yourself."  The evil grin erupted on her lips.  She knew I was greatly aroused.

I stood up, at the feet of My Princess.  I bowed stiffly, yet politely.  I was sore from kneeling so long.  My jaws and tongue ached from fatigue.  Oh!  The two slaves were in much greater pain.  I must comfort them.  They joined me as we headed into the dressing room.

"Are you okay?"  I stared into Constance's swollen, tear-stained eyes.  "I'm sorry, I tried as hard as I could."   

"I hurt so bad," she sighed.  "It's not your fault.  You were very good.  You saved me from more strokes."

"We'll be fine in a day or two,"  Molly interjected.  "They will be gentle with us until we have time to heal."

Constance gave me a big hug.  "Besides, it couldn't be as bad as the ball press and the beating you took."

I shuddered at the thought of the torture I had endured.  She was right, I had recovered in just two days from pain that I thought would never end.

I looked at Molly, my eyes betrayed my confusion.  "You act like you're okay.  That had to hurt like Hell."

Her face looked embarrassed.  "I'll be fine.  As you noticed, I get off on this kind of stuff."

"I guess we all do, or we wouldn't be here."  I replied.

Our conversation ended with that remark.  The girls removed my collar and ankle cuffs.  My wrists remained cuffed and clasped behind me.  I wish they were free.  I wanted so badly to hug and console the girls.  We took a nice warm shower.  The girls took turns washing me.  They washed themselves, being very gentle around their welts.  I sat as the girls applied fresh make-up on their faces.  They combed my hair.  I did not have to wear make-up .

We entered the kitchen to find Lady Sarah cooking hamburgers.  She politely declined help when Molly offered.  She instructed us to sit in chairs at the table.  Several minutes passed before My Princess and Lady Colleen entered the room clad in sheer robes.  My Princess sat next to me, Lady Colleen sat across the table.  Lady Sarah served each of us with a plate containing a hamburger and potato chips.  She then served each of us a glass of soda pop.  I strained at my wrist cuffs, hoping to be released.  I sighed as My Princess chuckled.  I guess I would eat whenever she decided.

The meal was very leisurely and pleasant.  I don't believe I had seen the slaves sit at the table.  This was my first time to sit in a chair instead of kneeling beside My Princess.  Lady Sarah instructed the slaves to clean the kitchen and join us in the den for a special treat.  My fear of the treat quickly faded as I saw anticipation in the eyes of Molly and Constance.  Maybe this would be a fun treat.

Lady Colleen and My Princess arose from their chairs.  The Amazon warrior pulled my chair out and gently helped me to my feet.  I felt so special being helped by a lovely goddess.  The two ladies led me into the den, where I saw the treat.  Lady Sarah had stocked the room with several bowls of popcorn and lots of sodas.  The television was turned on and two tapes were laying beside the VCR.  We were going to have a movie party.

Molly and Constance made quick work of the kitchen clean-up.  They bounced merrily, and nude except their cuffs and collars, into the room.  Lady Sarah nodded toward a love seat on one side of the room, and the two slaves hurried to it.  They gracefully lowered themselves into the seat and snuggled together.  Lady Sarah and Lady Colleen lighted in a pair of over-stuffed recliners.  My Princess led me to the couch and we sat together, her arm around my shoulders.  My naked body pressed against the sheer, silky fabric that covered her skin.

"What shall we watch?"  Lady Sarah asked in a playful tone.  "We have four choices; 'Revenge of Madame X' ..."

A collective sigh came from the slaves on the love seat.  The three ladies immediately chuckled at the response.

"... 'Laura's First Caning' ..." the redhead continue, eliciting a moan from the slaves.

"... or we could watch 'A League of Their Own' or 'Little Women' if you prefer."  

Lady Sarah took great joy in teasing her slaves.  It was wonderful to see a lighter, cheerful side of our mistresses.  They were very intelligent and witty women.  They had wonderful personalities, most of the time.

"'Little Women'!"  Constance and Molly shouted in unison.

I really didn't care which movie we watched, I had seen them both.  As long as I was not being tormented, I was content to snuggle with My Princess.  Lady Sarah walked to the VCR and loaded the tape.  My Princess fed me popcorn and an occasional drink of soda.  I don't know why, but it feels soothing to be cared for when you are helplessly bound.  I would love to have my hands free, to hug and make love to this beautiful woman.  But, being helpless created a very warm, comforting feeling in me.  Of course, her attentions also caused me to get aroused.  I tried to ignore my erection.  I had no desire to cum if I had to eat it.

The movie seemed to be over very quickly.  Lady Sarah told the slaves they could use the restroom if necessary.  Both girls sprung to their feet and headed out of the room.  Lady Colleen and Lady Sarah followed them out of the room with considerably less enthusiasm.  The slaves seldom had freedom, and they seized every opportunity with great joy.

"Does my pet need to go?"  Her voice was soft, compassionate.

"Thank you, Your Highness, your pet would like to use the toilet."

"I will have to help you,"  she said with a chuckle, "your hands seem to be preoccupied."

"Your Highness, I love you," I said as I lightly kissed her cheek.

"I love you, too, my pet," she replied.  "And I won't punish you for saying 'I' this time, but consider yourself warned."

I snuggled my head against her breasts.  She placed her hands on my waist and gently lifted me to my feet.  She stood and led me to a bathroom.  I relieved myself without feeling embarrassed.  It seemed so natural to be naked and bound.  It seemed natural to have a caring mistress help me with the basic tasks.  She took some toilet paper and wiped a drop of urine from the tip of my dick.  She washed her hands and led me back to the couch.  We snuggled together and waited for the next movie to start.


Chapter 25 - Sweet Dreams


I awakened to a gentle hand on my shoulder.  I had fallen asleep early into the second movie, no offense Madonna, but I'd seen it several times.  My Princess was gently shaking me.  The movie was over.  I moved my head as I awakened, brushing my nose against the soft, plump breast.  I planted a light kiss on the fabric, bringing a smile to the beautiful face that was above mine.

"Come on, my pet, it's time to go to bed."  She helped me to my feet and stood beside me.

"Your Highness?"  I sought permission to speak.

"Yes, my pet, what is it?"  She responded.

"May your pet say good night to the others?"  I asked.

"That would be a very nice thing to do," she answered.  "You may."

I walked to Lady Colleen and bowed at the waist.  I kissed her cheek.  "Good night, Lady Sarah.  This sissy slut loves you."  She smiled and pecked my cheek with a light kiss of her own.

I walked to Lady Sarah and bowed again.  I kissed her cheek, wished her good night, and told her I loved her.  I then walked to the two slaves.  The angry red welts on their breasts were still very evident.  They had stood when they saw me approaching.  I kissed each on the cheek and wished them good night.  Both of them hugged me and kissed my cheek.  I returned to My Princess.  She took hold of my arm and led me from the room, wishing everyone a good night as she walked.

We entered her bedroom, she pulled the covers down and helped me into the bed.  She eased herself down beside me and pulled my chest to hers.

"Are you comfy, my pet?" she asked.

"Yes, Your Highness, thank you."  I replied.  My mind was still confused by my feelings.  Questions raced through my brain.  I had to know more.

"Your Highness?"  I meekly sought her permission.

"Yes, my pet?"  She consented.

"Why does a beautiful, young woman like you care for a middle-aged, plain guy like me?"

"My pet, you underestimate your charm and your attractiveness.  You are a very special man.  The Countess, Lady Nicole, and I all saw your special traits the first time we met."  She paused, but not long enough for me to pose another question.  "Now, be quiet and go to sleep."

"Your pet loves you very much, Your Highness."  I whispered.

"I love my pet very much, too."  She answered.  "Good Night."


Chapter 26 - Fond Farewells


(Friday)
I awoke, still cuddled in the arms of the gorgeous Amazon warrior-princess.  I gazed upon her beauty, still not believing she could care for me.  I remained still to not bother her.  It was so pleasing to watch her sleep.  Gradually I realized my arms and shoulders ached from prolonged bondage.  I had to move to relieve the discomfort.  My movement woke My Princess.

"Good morning, my pet," she whispered.  "Is it morning already?"

"Your pet is sorry for waking you, Your Highness."  I hoped she would not be angry.  "Your pet's arms hurt badly from being bound."

"I suppose I would hurt too, but I'm not going to release them."  She sat up next to me and began rubbing her finger on my cheek.  "You're just too precious when you're helpless."

She climbed out of the bed and took my arm, helping me up.  She led me into her bathroom and led me into her shower.  She quickly removed her robe, releasing her gorgeous breasts.  The robe didn't hide much, but her skin was so beautiful.  I loved to look upon her perfect body.  She saw my gaze and chuckled.

"You act like you've never seen a naked woman."  Her voice was full of a teasing tone.

"Your Highness," I started.  "Your pet has never seen another woman as beautiful as you.  I ... your pet still can't understand why you like him."

"Sometimes you men are too hung up on looks.  You need to look at inner qualities."  

I felt guilty, although I was not really guilty as charged.  I quickly forgot my discomfort as the warm water slashed against my chest.  My Princess took the soap and washed my body.  Her soft hands tantalized my flesh.  Almost instantly, I sprouted a huge erection.  She took notice of my response and began to wash my genitals.  She teased my manhood, being careful not to let me cum.  She looked into my eyes and broke into a wicked grin.

"Your poor wife is going to have a wild weekend."  She chuckled.

I immediately felt remorse.  Even though I was being blackmailed, I enjoyed the sexual fantasies that had become my life.  I loved my wife dearly.  Yet I couldn't help but love The Princess, The Countess, and Lady Nicole.

My Princess lathered her own body, caressing her soft skin with her long fingers.  She provocatively lathered her breasts, hiding the nipples under a cloud of suds.  She was enjoying driving me wild as much as I was enjoying her doing it to me.  Satisfied that I was hopelessly aroused, she rinsed our bodies and began shampooing our hair.  Finally clean, and horny as ever, I was dried with a huge towel.  She dried herself and wrapped herself in the towel.

I was led to the bedroom.  She walked to her dresser and removed a fresh, dry set of cuffs and collar.  She removed my wet cuffs one at a time, replacing it with a dry one.  She did not allow me to move my arms when my hands were briefly free.  Clad only in four cuffs and a collar, I stood watching as she seated herself at her vanity.  Watching her comb her long, blonde hair and apply her tasteful make-up was very entertaining.  Even with the towel covering her breasts, the sight of this young beauty was unbelievable.  She put on a pair of black Bikini panties and a matching bra.  A black garter belt and black hose soon followed.  She dressed in a conservative business suit and slipped on a pair of black heels.  She fastened a gold ankle bracelet around her left leg.  She finished the ensemble with her ever-present medallion.  Unfortunately, the show only lasted a few minutes.

We left the bedroom and wound our way to the kitchen.  Lady Sarah wore an attractive green dress that accentuated her green eyes and red hair.  Lady Colleen was wearing her security uniform.  While uniforms normally don't turn me on, this young lady made a plain uniform look absolutely stunning.  Molly and Constance were dressed in their skimpy maid's outfits.  They were fixing breakfast.

The mood in the kitchen was discomforting.  Lady Sarah gently enforced a rigid atmosphere, not harsh, but obviously one of mistress-slave relations.  After last night's relaxed movie fest, the strict, formal environment was chilling.  Another mood also lingered, one of sorrow that the week was over.  I had grown attached to Molly and Constance in a commiserating sense, sisters and brother in bondage.  I had grown accustomed to Lady Sarah supervising the household.  I longed to have Lady Colleen to join My Princess, The Countess, and Lady Nicole in our weekly meetings.

Most of all, I didn't want to leave because I loved being a pet to My Princess.  I wanted to be with her every minute of every day.  She was no longer a beautiful young cohort.  She was no longer a nice, caring lady who sometimes had a cruel streak.  I longed to serve her, to suffer for her, to love her.  She was my mistress.  She was My Princess.

Breakfast was served, with the "usual" protocol observed.  The three ladies sat at the table, eating with cutlery.  The two slaves sat cross-legged on the floor, eating with their fingers.  I kneeled at My Princess' side with my hands clasped behind me, being fed by her.  The heavy atmosphere of our impending departure continued throughout the entire meal.  Finally finished, the three ladies retired to the den, leaving me with the two slaves.

"I feel guilty standing here, not being able to help."  I broke the silence as they cleaned the kitchen.  "I'm really going to miss you both, you've become like sisters to me."

"We wish you could stay, we've really enjoyed meeting you."  Molly fought back tears as she spoke.  "Don't worry about helping, it's not your choice."

Constance gave me a big hug, dripping tears on my shoulder.  She was sobbing uncontrollably.  I kissed her on the lips.

"Be strong, fragile little lady," I whispered.  "The ladies really love you."

She smiled at my encouragement and gave me another big hug.  "Come back often Drew, we want you here with us."  Her chest began heaving with uncontrollable sobs.  She broke away and turned to the sink.

Molly wrapped her arms around me.  "You're a special friend, Drew.  In just a few days, you've changed our lives."  She kissed me, probing deep into my mouth with her tongue.

"I've learned much just watching you," I gasped as she broke the kiss.  "I don't understand what is happening inside me, but I see you and know it will be wonderful when it becomes clear."  I kissed her cheek and headed into the den.

I bowed to the Princess, then to Lady Colleen.  I approached Lady Sarah.  I bowed.  I kissed her cheek.

"This sissy slut wishes to thank you for your hospitality."  I sincerely felt gratitude for her care during the week.

She looked at me, then My Princess, then back at me.  "I have enjoyed having you in our humble abode.  I look forward to having you visit again."

"This slut would enjoy that too."  I replied.

The slaves entered the room.  My Princess and Lady Colleen led me to the door with Lady Sarah and the slaves close behind.  We walked the long trail to the plane with no words spoken.  We stopped at the steps of the plane.  Lady Sarah exchanged long good byes with the two younger ladies.  She stepped to me.

"Be good for your mistresses." She admonished softly.  "Good Bye, Drew."

As we headed up the steps and into the door, I heard her shout to My Princess.

"You were right, Your Highness.  He really is a good boy!"


- the end -