Legal Stuff: 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. This work is protected by U.S. copyrights. 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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 seventh 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" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Drew's Goddess Returns The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 7 Written by: your good boy Prologue Our "hero" is Drew Thomas, a mid-forties computer professional. His life has been turned upside down during the past six months. His wife of more than twenty years was killed in an accident. His two sons have moved out of town to pursue their careers. 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 only six months. His first few weeks were filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity. He is being blackmailed by his boss. He cannot quit or she will accuse him of sexual harassment. During the past few months, he has fallen in love with his boss and his new life as a sissy slut ... Chapter 1 - Reflections I arrived at the office at my usual time. The night shift was still working. The new security guard smiled as she bade me a good morning. The young brunette fit perfectly into the persona of the company. She was young and very attractive. The curves of her body were perfectly accentuated by her uniform. I sensed a dominant personality in her. I suppose that is necessary for a security guard. I walked past the Customer Service Representative, Julie. She was a medium-height brunette with small, firm breasts and slender hips. She was very alert and broke into a broad smile when she saw me. "Good Morning, Mr. Thomas!" she greeted me. "It's so nice to have you back." "Good Morning Julie!" I responded. "It's great to be back. I hope your night was uneventful." "Quiet as can be," she chirped back. I continued through the office, toward the computer room. Sitting at her desk was Betty, my Technical Support Engineer on the night shift. She was a short, perky, blonde in her early thirties. She was very capable with the equipment and very friendly with customers. She was like everyone on my staff, very friendly and enjoyable to work with. "Good Morning, Betty," I smiled. "How is everything running tonight?" "Couldn't be smoother," she grinned. "A perfect night." "Glad to hear it." I responded. "But, it's going to be a tough week with the new server arriving today." I entered the computer room and recoiled from the normal drone of noise. Seated at the console of the computer sat Mary, the night shift Computer Operator. She saw me walk through the door. She jumped to her feet and rushed to me. She smothered me with a big hug. "Good Morning, Mr. Thomas," she shouted over commotion. "I see you still haven't forgotten about the vampires on the night shift." "I've told you before, I've been a werewolf myself. I know how forsaken you can feel." I grinned at her. "I still say the four of you are the prettiest vampires I have ever seen." She smiled back at me. "You sure you don't tell the day shift the same thing?" "Believe me! Better yet, ask them when they get here." I shrugged my shoulders as if that were the best answer I could give. "Okay, I believe you," she grinned. "It's great to have you back." I smiled and headed to my office. I hung my suit coat on the coat tree. I sat at my desk and stared out the window. The ducks were up to their usual antics in the pond. I loved watching them while I collected my thoughts. Last week had been a welcome change of pace. I had needed to clear my mind of guilt and hate. My boss, the lovely Cathryn O'Hara, had taken me to her mountain cottage. The huge mansion had a dungeon in the basement. Ms. O'Hara, also known as My Beautiful Loving Countess, and her younger sister, Lady Sarah, had spent the week driving demons from my soul. Through a perfect blend of bondage, torture, and love, they had purged me of my hatred for the drunk driver that killed my wife. They had cleansed me of the guilt I felt for being forced to betray my wife to keep my job. They had also rid me of guilt for my love of bondage, humiliation, and pain. I felt refreshed, cleansed of so many burdens. I had also fallen deeply in love with My Beautiful Loving Countess. My feelings for her were much deeper than those for her partners. I loved My Kind and Gracious Princess, Shandra Stone. The Amazon warrior-princess was young and beautiful. I felt a special emotional attachment to her, but not the strong love I felt for my boss. I loved Lady Nicole, Lady Colleen, and Lady Sarah also, but I had not spent the intimate week-long sessions with them. My week with My Kind and Gracious Princess had taught me respect and humility. My week with My Beautiful Loving Countess had freed me of many emotional burdens. What the future would bring, I had no idea. I had always fantasized about bondage and being dominated by beautiful women. Now, my life was a living fantasy. I was dominated by my boss and her three partners. I had also submitted to several other mistresses during client visits. I had fallen in love with my submissive role. I loved being humiliated and tortured. I had actually asked My Beautiful Loving Countess if I could be a full-time, live-in slave at her home. She had declined, saying I was not ready to make a life-long commitment to slavery. She was right, I was not ready to give up every aspect of my life, especially my family. For the immediate future, I would have to be content with things as they were. I was a part-time slut to my loving mistresses. Chapter 2 - The Daily Grind "Mr. Thomas," Jenny Jordan's voice emerged from the intercom. "The delivery men are her with the new server." "Thank you, Ms. Jordan," I replied. "I'll be right there. I walked past the secretary's desk. Like most of the women working in the office, Jenny Jordan was very attractive. Long brown hair, pulled back and woven into a braided pony-tail that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore a yellow cotton dress that snugly fit every curve of her gorgeous body. Around her neck she wore a gold chain with a gold locket dangling downwards toward her bosom. Around her left ankle she wore a dainty gold bracelet. We smiled at each other as I passed by her desk. I wondered if she was submissive, dominant, or neither. I guessed she was submissive; just a hunch. My mind shifted focus to the week ahead. I doubted there would be any bondage or domination. The week would be totally consumed by the growth of our business. We had just doubled our capacity for public internet access. I had read of a new technology that drastically increased our service with a relatively small cash investment. We had placed ourselves in a position to be more profitable in the public sector. But, more than the public sector, business was booming in the corporate sector. I still could not believe I had stumbled into a job providing internet services to the D/s community. Our business client server was struggling with the increased load. We now provided toll-free access to business clients that paid for server usage. Mistresses and masters from several states had moved their web sites to our company. We now provided web page design. We also provided business accounting, ordering, and inventory systems for several clients' mail order businesses. My staff had been enlarged to handle the increase. Now, a new server was being delivered; bigger, faster, more powerful. It was customary for my staff to name each new computer. I had a name in mind. I would suggest it to my staff when the time was right. The entire week was spent getting the new computer installed and running. My staff had worked extremely hard to prepare for this week. Their efforts had paid off. The server was running and ready to serve new business clients by Thursday afternoon. I had used my persuasive powers to convince the staff to choose the name I wanted for the server. I then made them swear to not tell anyone until the presentation for the new client next week. As a special treat, I had convince Ms. O'Hara to let me take my staff to an extended lunch on Friday. She took very little convincing and agreed to pay for the meal with company funds. We had an enjoyable, and expensive, Friday afternoon. It is times like this week that draw a group together as a team. We were a very good team. This week we may have become a great team. The next week started with a crash preparation for the visit Wednesday of a prospective client. Ms. O'Hara and Ms. DeLeon would not tell us her name, but we knew she was very wealthy. We also knew her business would be very profitable. We updated all of our technical information and summarized it into a thirty minute presentation. I expected the business portion of the day to last until maybe eleven o'clock. I had been told to keep my calendar open the entire day and night. Wednesday morning seemed different. Everyone acted tense. The pressure of the client visit was affecting everyone. It was very unusual for this group to not be friendly and happy. I tried to lighten up the mood with some flippant humor. I came closer to being stoned to death than to easing the tension. I retired to my office to await the visit. I watched the ducks and tried to remain calm. "Mr. Thomas," Jenny Jordan's melodic voice echoed from the intercom. "Ms. O'Hara is ready for you now." "I'm on my way, thanks." I replied. Chapter 3 - Goddesses I approached the door to Ms. O'Hara's office. I felt apprehensive. I had no fears about the business presentation. We were prepared, and we had a great package to offer. My concern was about the mistress I would have to serve later in the day. Would she be kind and gentle, or mean and brutal? "... Our Systems Manager is the best in the business." I heard my boss preparing the prospective client for my entry. "He has made several major improvements to our operations in the six months he has been here. He is a very important reason that we can offer the best service in the eastern part of the country." I straightened my tie and adjusted my jacket. I peeked around the half-closed door. My boss saw me and winked. "Ah, here he is now," she continued here introduction. "I would like you to meet our Systems Manager, Mister ..." "Missy!" I screamed, cutting my boss off in mid-sentence. "g.b.!" Shouted the blonde as she bolted from her chair. We met in a huge hug directly in front of the large desk. We kissed passionately for several minutes. Ms. O'Hara seemed totally perplexed. The three partners sat nearby with stunned disbelief on their faces. I don't know that I had ever seen any of them without control of a situation. Now, all four of my mistresses were totally lost for words. "It's been twenty-five years since I've seen you!" I was so filled with joy, I was almost yelling. "I can't believe we've stumbled into each other like this!" She screamed back in utter elation. The stunned look finally began to fade from Cathryn O'Hara's face. She smiled as she realized the identity of her new client. She graciously allowed us to hug until we were exhausted. Finally, she broke the silence. "Drew, since you obviously know our guest, perhaps you can introduce her to the others." "Ms. O'Hara, Ms. DeLeon, Ms. Stone, and Ms. Connor, I would like you to meet Mandy Martin. But, I affectionately know her as Mistress Mandy, Goddess of New York, and My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "Jesus, pussy boy!" The love of my teenage years blurted in disbelief. "You still remember my title?" "I could never forget something as wonderful as that." My heart was beating very quickly from the shock of seeing her again. I reached for my wallet and opened a secret pouch. I pulled out an old leather shoe string and held it before her. "Remember this?" "You have to be kidding me!" Her mouth gaped in disbelief. "The string I tied around your balls when we were kids!" "I've always kept it, even after you removed it that one Christmas Eve." She lunged at me, squeezing me with another forceful hug. The three ladies seated against the wall looked like deer caught in headlights. They had apparently not been informed of my past by Ms. O'Hara. I had told my boss of Mandy's brief domination of me. She apparently had not yet passed the information to her partners. We finally moved to the two seats on the end of the row. Mandy proceeded to tell the story of our brief, but passionate encounters from her viewpoint. She remembered every little detail, just as I remembered them. The four partners listened intently to every detail. They seemed delighted at the story, except for Shandra Stone. The Amazon warrior-princess appeared to be flushing in her face. She was jealous. Cathryn O'Hara had likewise focussed on the jealous reaction of her young assistant. She winked at me. Everything would be fine. Nicole DeLeon, our Sales Manager, asked several questions about the details. Each question served to increase the jealous reaction of the young blonde seated next to her. Finally satisfied with the details, the conversation slowly died. "Why don't we let Drew lead a tour of our office?" Ms. O'Hara We all stood. Mandy Martin grabbed my left hand in her right hand. We walked to the door holding hands like a high school couple. The four partners followed behind. I gave my friend the standard tour for mistresses. We walked through the main office, as I pointed out the various departments. Then we entered the computer room. I showed her the phone bank for public access. We now had ten thousand lines. I then showed here the toll-free phone bank for business clients. She was really impressed that we provided the service to business clients. Next, I showed her the computers. First was Charlotte, our web server. Next was Daddy Warbucks, our internal business computer where all the money was handled. Next was our original business server, The Bitch. My staff must be loaded with submissives for them to think of that name. Finally, we came our new "super-server." I smiled a wicked grin. I normally was on the receiving end of these grins. Today, I was on the other side of one. "And, this is our new server, bought to handle the workload of your account. It can provide you with web pages, accounting, inventory, and order processing. I now present ... The Goddess." Our guest was totally stunned. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes filled with tears. She looked directly into my eyes. "Did you really name her for me?" Her voice trembled with emotion. "We certainly did!" I declared. Every other female in the room eyed me with disbelief. My staff had no idea that I had suggested the name because of a real person. Cathryn O'Hara looked perplexed. She knew of my past, but also knew I was unaware of the identity of the client. She quickly realized I still loved the mistress of my teenage years. A worried look covered her face. Worry was not the emotion of My Kind and Gracious Princess. Shandra Stone was cringing with jealousy. I hoped she would only be an observer later in the day. Otherwise, my body would be terribly tortured in the hands of the insanely jealous Amazon. We headed back to Ms. O'Hara's office. Nicole DeLeon and Colleen Connor accompanied our guest to the restroom. Ms. O'Hara hustled Shandra Stone and I to a corner. "Drew, you've scored a great triumph." She paused. "We'll talk about your love for her later." She turned to the furious blonde, "And you, get control of yourself. We have almost wrapped up this account. Don't let your jealousy mess things up." "Sorry," the embarrassed young lady mumbled. "I guess it all caught me by surprise." "You're not alone," my redheaded boss replied. "But you can never let your emotions cloud your judgement ... in business or in domination." The three ladies emerged from the restroom and we headed into the conference room. Jenny Jordan served snacks and juice. I gave my presentation to the group. We discussed the scope of Mandy Martin's business empire. Her dungeon in New York was a huge success. She had expanded her operations by opening a nightclub for fetish and D/s clientele. She had mail-order video and sex toy operations. She could use our entire service package. Chapter 4 - Let The Fun Begin! For the first time today everyone was relaxed. Everyone was ready for some fun. The time appeared right for business to be pushed aside. I knew what was expected of me. I glanced at Cathryn O'Hara. She nodded to me. I rose from my seat and walked to our guest. I knelt in front of her. "My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire," I meekly addressed her, "your pussy boy is at your mercy." A wide grin erupted across her face. "And what makes you think that I have any mercy?" "My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire, this worthless, pathetic pussy boy deserves no mercy." I glanced at her face. "He was only hoping that your mercy was greater than he was pathetic." The mistress from my past gave an approving glance to the mistress of my present life. She waited for My Beautiful Loving Countess to give her approval. "Perhaps you would like to slip into something more comfortable. Perhaps something more suitable for a long day of pleasure." My Beautiful Loving Countess smiled at her guest. She turned her glance to me. "Well don't just sit there looking stupid! Get your worthless pussy into the corner and get undressed." "Sorry My Beautiful Loving Countess!" I blurted in stunned disbelief. She normally gave me instructions in a mild, encouraging voice. This time, she was very gruff and demanding. I scrambled to my feet and hurried to the corner of the room. I began removing my clothes and neatly folding them. Finally undressed, I stood at attention with my head bowed and my hands behind me. The five mistresses gathered near the door. My Beautiful Loving Countess approached her guest. She whispered something to her. Lady Colleen walked to the front of the room and began working controls on the hidden panel. The floor opened under the conference table. The table slowly sank into the resulting abyss. The floor slowly closed, leaving a vast playground for the ladies. The young redhead returned to the doorway to join the others. Nothing was said. My Beautiful Loving Countess gave me a stern look, which I took as a command to remain perfectly still. The five ladies disappeared into the large dressing room between the conference room and My Beautiful Loving Countess' plush office. They were gone for several minutes. I stood in the corner with my mind racing. The four beautiful ladies that dominated my current life were together with the lady who first began to explore my submissive nature. Most men never realize their fantasies. I lived my wildest dreams every week. Anticipation filled my soul. One by one, the ladies re-entered the conference room turned dungeon. Lady Colleen was the first to return. She took a few steps into the room and stood near the door. The niece of Cathryn O'Hara stood straight and fixed her gaze on the closets that lined one wall of the room. Recently graduated from college, and just having passed her CPA examination, she was the new Financial Manager of the firm. She was also a well-conditioned martial arts expert. She was a beautiful redhead with green eyes. She was rather tall, probably five foot, ten inches. She was slender, weighing maybe one hundred and ten pounds. Her breasts were firm. Her waist was small. Her hips were well-curved. She was wearing a black leather catsuit and black spike heels. Her hair was pulled into a pony-tail. I immediately felt my erection growing as I surveyed her lovely form. Lady Nicole walked into the room a minute later. She walked next to Lady Colleen and stopped. Nicole DeLeon was the Sales and Marketing Manager and co-founder of the firm. She had been a roommate to Ms. O'Hara in college. She was a member of the royal family of Jamaica. She spoke with a heavy Jamaican accent. Her nickname was The Caribbean Lioness. She was a very athletic-looking, beautiful black woman. Her long, black, kinky hair, was pulled back behind the ears, then fell far down her back, almost to her waist. Her deep black eyes glistened in the light of the room. She also wore a black leather catsuit and black heels. My Beautiful Loving Countess was the next lady to return. This was the beautiful, elegant, sophisticated woman with whom I had fallen madly in love. She was tall for a woman, probably six feet. Her body was in excellent condition, especially for a woman in her mid-forties. Her breasts were large, a trait I loved in any woman. Her long, red hair was braided into a long pony-tail, then coiled into a "bun". Her grayish-green eyes sent shivers through me. She was wearing a black floor-length dress with a deep plunging neckline. I almost melted at the sight of her walking away from me. I continued to glance from the corner of my eye at the doorway. If they saw me looking up, I would be punished. I detected motion in the doorway. I gasped, receiving a disgusted glare from My Beautiful Loving Countess. Walking through the door was Princess Shandra. My Kind and Gracious Princess gracefully eased into the room. I've mentioned before that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was enchanting in any clothing. Several times, I had seen her in the Amazon warrior costume that would titillate any man. Today, she was wearing a gown worthy of an Amazon princess. The strapless white gown wrapped across her ample bosoms, revealing a generous portion of her gorgeous cleavage. The material hugged her waist, hips, and butt, enhancing her perfect figure. The gown then flared into a flowing floor-length skirt that hid her firm, strong legs. Her strides parted slits in the side of the skirt that revealed white sandals with two-inch heels. Her silky, blonde hair was braided in the alluring French braid. A wreath of floral vines was resting around her head. Both wrists were encircled by thick gold bracelets. Around her neck was a long gold chain from which dangled her royal medallion. My four mistresses were standing near the door awaiting the entrance of their guest. The sight of these four unbelievable beauties arrayed in seductive fetish wear had overloaded my senses. My dick was at full attention. Now, I also eagerly awaited the entrance of the woman who had filled my fantasies for thirty years. Again my eyes detected motion in the doorway. After twenty-five years, I was once again in the service of My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire. She emerged through the door. Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light of the room. Her five-feet, four-inch frame was very well proportioned. Her breasts were large, yet firm. Her waist was small, and her hips were perfectly shaped. Her face was attractive, but not beautiful like the other ladies in the room. Her outfit was very stunning. She had chosen a red bustier with black pin-stripes. She was wearing a red garter belt, black nylons, and black spike heels. She had a red choker around her neck. The choker had a miniature pair of handcuffs dangling as a pendant. She had thin gold bracelets on both wrists and matching chains on each ankle. She had purposely selected an outfit that screamed fierce, dominant bitch. I trembled with anticipation as she walked toward me. I raised my eyes slightly to watch her approach. My gaze focused on her sparse blonde love triangle. It was beautifully framed by the bustier, the garter belt, and the nylons. My gaze began to roam upward, stopping as my eyes focused directly on her protruding nipples. The bustier forced her supple breasts upward and outward, making them look extremely large. At that moment, she took exception to my wandering eyes. "Who told you that you could look at me?" Her voice sounded truly furious. "Get on your fucking knees, you pathetic pussy!" I immediately sank to my knees and gazed directly at her feet. I started to apologize, but decided not to risk further punishment. She stepped forward and forced her hot bush into my face. I began to teasingly kiss her pussy. Swackkkk! The sting of a riding crop tortured the cheeks of my butt. "How dare you kiss my pussy without permission!" She shrieked with a distinct tremble of anger in her voice. She was incredibly furious. She had never been this difficult to please in the past. Had she changed? Was she still a loving mistress? Was she still My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire? I heard a commotion in the center of the room. I glanced over to see Lady Nicole and Lady Sarah moving something into the area where the table had been. It looked like a gymnastics horse. Except it had lots of metal rings welded to it. I glanced toward the other wall. My Beautiful Loving Countess and My Kind and Gracious Princess were sitting in chairs, sipping on glasses of juice. They were not dressed for strenuous bondage and torture. However, the other three mistresses were dressed very suitably for the physical rigors of making me very uncomfortable. I feared I had gazed more than I would be allowed. I fixed my gaze on the pussy that loomed immediately in front of my mouth. "Have you ever been punished on a bondage horse?" The mistress standing before me asked in a diabolical voice. "No, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." My voice crackled in fear. "Perhaps that is why you are so disrespectful," she mused in a distant voice. "Your worthless pussy boy is very sorry My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire. He was only trying to please his mistress. He meant no disrespect. Please have mercy on your ignorant pussy slut." "Trying to lie your way out of punishment?" She sounded amused at my pleadings. "Maybe we should increase your punishment?" I said nothing. Anything I said or did would only get me into deeper trouble. Lady Nicole and Lady Sarah appeared at my side. They each grabbed an arm and roughly dragged me to the horse. They forced me to lean over it, my abdomen resting on the "saddle" with my feet off of the floor. My arms were brought over my head and fastened to the legs of the horse. My feet were spread wide and chained to the other legs of the horse. My butt was forced upward, totally unprotected. My face was pointing directly at the chairs where My Beautiful Loving Countess and My Kind and Gracious Princess were sitting. They smiled as I raised my head long enough to look at them. I felt a measure of comfort from their smiles. They would never let anyone seriously harm me. The strength in my neck quickly faded, and I lowered my head. I heard the movement of feet on the carpet. I glanced up to see the red pin-striped bustier in front of me. The mistress of my past grabbed my hair and raised my head so my eyes made contact with hers. "So, you want to eat my pussy?" She paused awaiting an answer that I did not give her. "Well, we will have to keep your tongue under control." Lady Colleen handed the angry blonde a wooden contraption. It looked very similar to the ball press that My Kind and Gracious Princess had used on me at the mountain cottage several months ago. Yet, it was too small for my balls. Mistress Mandy toyed with the device for several seconds. A smile spread across her luscious lips. "Stick your tongue out as far as you can." She waited. "Keep it out! Don't move it!" She slid the wooden slats over my tongue, one on top, the other on the bottom. She tightened wing nuts on each end, clamping the two slats on my extended tongue. I immediately began to gag and choke. "You had better control that quickly. Otherwise, you'll rip your tongue off." She playfully scraped her finger nail along my trapped tongue. "I always love the sight of a tongue sandwich." I heard chuckles from all five of the ladies. I glanced at My Beautiful Loving Countess with desperate pleading in my eyes. She slowly shook her head and continued to smile. My head was once again lifted by my hair. "You will learn that a stupid, worthless slut does not touch a mistress' pussy without permission." She flicked my tongue with her finger. "I wonder what would happen if I tied your tongue to your balls before I whip you?" She looked at me for a clue, then proceeded with her thought. "You'd probably pull your tongue and your nuts off each time you were hit." I was shaking with terror. My tongue was pulled as far out of my mouth as it would extend. The wooden slats were very tight and uncomfortable on my tongue. They also were grinding mercilessly into my lips. I could barely swallow my own saliva without choking. This was brutal. No loving mistress would do this to a slave for any reason. Yet, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire was doing it to me, her beloved pussy boy. And My Beautiful Loving Countess was watching and giving her full approval. "You will receive ten strokes. You may scream all you like. Although, you may not like it very much with your filthy tongue in that." She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I should make you count the strokes and thank me. But due to my generous, merciful nature, I will not require you to speak." I heard her moving around the padded horse. I felt a piece of hemp rope being tied tightly around my scrotum. The rope scratched and burned my skin as she tightened it very tightly. It hurt much worse than cotton rope. I felt my balls being stretched downward as she tied the rope to the bottom support of the horse. I knew that each time I jerked I would pull them painfully. I had to try not to jerk when I was hit. At least she hadn't tied my tongue similarly. "Pluuuummmmssss!" I begged as eloquently as possible. "Mmmm Srrrree!" Plummmmmmsss!" She said nothing. She rubbed her hand on my protruding ass cheeks. I was totally at her mercy. And, I knew she would show no mercy. I heard a swish. Several little whips hit my ass cheeks. "Eeegggghhhh!" I squealed in surprise as my body jerked in defense. My startled squeal almost yanked my tongue out of my mouth. The jerk of my body brutally pulled my tender balls. "Uuuuhhhh!" I moaned as the combined effect of my restraints briefly consumed my body. The pain in my mouth was far worse than the agony in my balls or the stinging on my butt. Once I settled myself down a little, I realized she was using a cat-of-nine-tails. I had heard of them having metal brads on each strand. This one was only leather, each strand tied in a small, hard knot. The pain was not too severe, at least not yet. But, the pain of my reaction was devastating. I had to fight my body's defense mechanisms. Another swish hissed behind me. The tiny leather knots bit angrily into my tender flesh. "Sssssss!" I gasped to battle the pain. I held my position, not further antagonizing my irritated testicles. Just the movement of gasping pulled terribly at my tormented tongue. My ass felt like it was on fire. I squirmed vainly seeking relief. Even the slightest movement of my hips pulled painfully on my manhood. She was patiently waiting for me to relax from the previous attack. Each blow was timed for maximum effect. Too soon, and the pain would be blurred by the effects of the preceding blow. Too late, and I could build my resistance. She masterfully read my body, looking for the proper moment. My senses were now dulled by my struggle for self-control. I never heard the next blow. "Sssssss! Uggghhhh!" I gasped again as my body convulsed from the unexpected sting of the small leather barbs. The sudden movement of my body pulled violently on my balls. The rough hemp rope dug mercilessly into my scrotum. My body was now perspiring profusely from its vigorous battle against the pain. My butt burned from the damage done by the leather knots. My balls ached from the brutal tugs of the rope. My tongue was sore, dry, and felt like it was being slowly pulled from my throat. God! It's only been three strokes. It seems like it's been forever. "Ssssssss!" I hissed as the tips of the whip dug deep into my flesh. I had braced myself for the blow and had not moved. I can withstand the mild beating if I can control my reflexes. But, can I tolerate the mind-numbing pain of my tongue being pulled from my mouth. I have to endure. "Ssssssss!" The air escaped from my lips as the fifth blow battered my butt. She had increased the pace. The blows were coming sooner. Was she being merciful? "Uuuuuuuhhhhh!" I moaned as the sixth blow quickly followed its predecessor. I felt my cock getting more erect. Damn it! I can't lose my concentration. I can't let myself cum. "Uuuuuuuhhhhh!" The seventh blow caught me by surprise. My body was spent. I could not jerk anymore. I no longer needed to control my reflexes, they were too weak. "Ssssssssss!" The eighth blow landed on my crimson ass. Oh shit! I was ready to cum. I couldn't. I didn't have permission. "Mssrrrrsss!" I screamed with my usual effectiveness. "Muu yuuu sluu cmmmm?" "You'll have to speak more clearly, pussy boy." She taunted as she rubbed her hand on my inflamed cheeks. "Mmm yuuu sluuu cuuu? I tried again. A voice whispered from the side of the room. It was My Kind and Gracious Princess. "I think the worthless cunt wants to cum. He cums at the drop of a pin." "Is that right?" My Goddess asked me. "Does my pussy boy want to cum?" "Ysss mssrss!" I mumbled despite the pain shooting deep into my jaws and throat. She paused while she rubbed the swollen welts on my ass. "If I refuse to give you permission, you would be punished if you did. The punishment for cumming without permission is ten strokes with a cane to your balls." She paused. "Of course, I would have to decide whether I wanted to leave the press on your filthy tongue. It would be very enjoyable to hear you mumble in pain as you rip your tongue out. But, it would also be wonderful to hear you scream and beg as your worthless balls are destroyed. God! I love these tough decisions!" I strained to raise my head. I glanced at My Beautiful Loving Countess. My tear-filled eyes were begging her to save me from the clutches of my childhood mistress. She shook her head in disgust at my pleading look. "Perhaps you could offer him a choice." My Beautiful Loving Countess spoke to her counterpart. "If he wants to cum, he has to lick all of it from the horse and the carpet." My eyes were filled with horror. My Beautiful Loving Countess smiled at me. She had won a small victory at the mountain cabin. She had swallowed most of my cum, but held the last mouthful. She had kissed me, forcing the cum into my mouth. I had swallowed in an act of submission. I had never tasted cum before, and hoped I never would again. Now I was posed with two terrible options. Eat my own cum or remain trapped in the tongue press while I'm savagely beaten. I would almost certainly injure my tongue as I screamed in excruciating pain. I had suffered great pain at the hands of My Kind and Gracious Princess for refusing to eat my cum. I had resisted My Beautiful Loving Countess for days before I gave in and took one mouthful. Now I faced a greater test. "Licking up his mess would be absolutely necessary. But what would we get out of it?" Mistress Mandy paused again. "Perhaps to reinforce your punishment for kissing my pussy, we could have you eat each of our pussies until we cum three times." The blonde grabbed my hair and raised my face toward hers. "Which will it be, pussy boy? Do you want to cum?" I nodded my head. "Then you'll lick up all the cum?" I meekly nodded. "And, you will service us with your tongue?" I nodded eagerly. "Then you may cum on the tenth stroke." "Sssssss!" I hissed as stroke number nine blistered my raw bottom. My tongue was too sore to scream. I could barely swallow. I almost choked on my own saliva several times. But the stroke of the whip brought me back to near climax. "Uuuuhhhhhh!" I groaned as the whip lashed across my bludgeoned butt for the final time. I felt the warm flow working from my deepest parts. I couldn't hold it. "Oooooohhhhh!!!!" I began to spurt cum all over the side of the bondage horse. "Oooohhhhh!" I moaned in relief despite the terrible pain in my tongue and throat. "Oooohhhh!" I moaned as the third spurt shot from my manhood. I remained sprawled over the bondage horse. My full weight rested on my abdomen. My hands and feet were stretched tightly to the legs of the horse. My balls were also stretched to the base of the horse. The coarse rope had burned deep stripes into my scrotum. The stinging itch of the rope burn was agonizing. The burning of my recently beaten ass was also gaining in intensity. But the only thing I could focus on was the excruciating pain in my tongue and throat. The wooden tongue press was digging deep into my lips and jaws. My tongue was mercilessly pulled out of my mouth and squeezed between the wooden slats. It had probably been less than an hour since my tongue was clamped in the press. It seemed like an eternity. I don't know how I could endure it much longer. Lady Nicole and Lady Sarah knelt before me to release my hands from the base of the horse. They immediately pulled my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together. My balls were untied. The blood rushed into them, causing the burning itch to intensify. My legs were released from the horse. I was pulled down to the floor and forced to kneel. My tongue was still brutally stretched by the press. "It would be really fun to watch you lick it up while the press is still on you." The wicked smile on her face disappeared as she chuckled. "But, that might not be fair. Do you think it would be fair?" She looked me directly in the eye. I made no response. A sissy slut had no right to decide fair from unfair. I only hoped she understood my silence. "Of course!" She sounded excited by her latest thoughts. "Anything I do is fair. My pussy boy would never question my judgement." She paused for effect, as if it were really needed. "But, if you ever touch another pussy without permission, I will clamp your tongue and chain it to the ceiling with you on your tip-toes and leave you for an entire day!" She slowly removed the tongue press. I retracted my tongue into my mouth. I tried to move it around to help my jaws recover. It took two or three minutes to get my mouth moistened and my muscles to function. "My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire, your pussy boy is very grateful for your mercy." I blubbered in a hoarse voice. "He is very fortunate to be loved by so many wonderful, caring mistresses." "That he is," she agreed. "Now, be quiet. I don't want to be bothered by your silly groveling." She gently patted my head. "You'd better start cleaning up this mess." I bent forward and licked my cum from the carpet. I gagged as I swallowed. I struggled to regain my balance with my hands uselessly behind me. I inched forward on my knees and licked the globs of cum from the leather horse. I swallowed every drop. As disgusting as it was, swallowing the cum was the better alternative. Finished, I inched backwards and bowed my head in submission. Chapter 5 - What Goes Around Comes Around I knelt before My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire. My emotions were wildly bouncing around the emotional spectrum. I was thrilled to once again be at the mercy of my childhood lover. I was battling terrible pain in my tongue and jaws. My butt was burning from the welts left by the whip. My balls were swollen and my scrotum burned by the coarse rope. I was relieved I had been allowed to cum. I was disgusted with myself for eating my own cum. Despite my throbbing tongue, I was eagerly awaiting the chance to eat five delicious pussies. My mind rapidly raced from one thought to the next. Slowly, my thoughts all focused on one thing. I was terribly thirsty. The tongue press had caused my mouth and tongue to become horribly dry. "My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire?" I meekly summoned her attention. "Yes pussy boy, what is it?" Her reply was less than enthusiastic. "My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire, your pussy boy is terribly thirsty. May your pussy boy have something to drink?" "Definitely not!" The harshness in her voice sent shivers through my body. "Your thirst is part of your punishment. Your tongue was pressed because it got you into trouble. It is dry and swollen because it got you into trouble. It will stay dry and swollen because it got you into trouble." I cowered back on my heels and meekly hung my head. I had been very silly to not realize I was still being punished. I longed to eat the five beautiful pussies, but my tongue would feel even worse when I was finished. I wished I had not been so stupid. Why did I kiss her pussy without permission? I had deserved the harsh punishment. Suddenly, I was startled back to the present. "It's time for you to show your gratitude." Mistress Mandy's voice was calm and soothing. "I think you should thank The Countess first. She is very kind to let you serve us." I struggled on my knees to move toward the wonderful redhead seated across the room. My knees were nearly raw from carpet burn. I desperately fought to maintain my balance with my hands uselessly bound behind me. After a prolonged effort, I arrived at her feet. "My Beautiful Loving Countess, your sissy slut wished to please you." I humbly mumbled. She smiled and raised her skirt and slid down in the chair. I was staring at her bare pussy. It was truly beautiful. Her garter belt and nylons formed a triangular frame around her pubis. I felt my cock beginning to swell. I moved forward and slowly began to tease her nether lips. She was soaked in love juices. Watching me being punished had been overwhelming to her senses. She was so excited it would not take too much effort to drive her to intense orgasms. I licked her juices and tickled her swollen lips. I flicked her clit with my tongue sending shivers through her long, sleek body. I began to summon all the tricks I had learned from Lady Sarah and her slave-girls. They had converted me from a bungling klutz into a fairly decent pussy eater. I sensed that My Beautiful Loving Countess was ready for deeper, more passionate probing. I plunged my tongue deep into her womanhood. I pulled my tongue back, then plunged it in deep again. I slowly licked upward on her cervix. Her trembling told me she enjoyed my labors. Now she began to thrust herself into my face. Two more plunges deep inside her sent her into her first wave of orgasmic spasms. She arched her back and squeezed my head between her thighs. I could hear her muffled moans echoing in my ears. I rested my bruised and battered tongue as she ebbed through several waves of her climax. Her body relaxed and her breathing slowed considerably. It was time to begin working toward her second climax. I began to tease her clit with my tongue. She was still very excited form her first orgasm, making it much easier for me to bring her to the next. I took her swollen clit into my mouth and sucked lightly on it. She began to thrust violently at my face. I sucked a bit harder. She gasped loudly as my lips squeezed her little nub. I flicked my tongue against her one more time. Her body jerked as spasms of ecstasy shook her body. She moaned and gasped as her second orgasm peaked, then faded. Knowing I still had four wonderful pussies to please, I quickly set to work on bringing My Beautiful Loving Countess to her third orgasm. The delicious odor of her love juices filled my nostrils. I was short of breath from working so intensely while my face was buried deep into her love triangle. I plunged my tongue deeply into her juicy pussy. She was still on the edge from her previous orgasms. If I worked quickly and smartly I could bring her to her third with very little effort. My tongue darted inside her love nest, sending chills through her hot, sweaty body. She clamped her thighs tightly around my head. I couldn't move my head to penetrate her deeper. I could barely breathe. My body flushed from the exertion and the limited air supply. She was not going to let me finish her quickly. Resigned to work slowly on bringing my loving mistress to her final orgasm, I flicked my tongue inside her hot crevice. My labors finally broke down her resistance. She opened her legs letting me plunge my tongue deep into her. She began to whisper encouragement to me. "That's it, good boy!" She whispered in short gasps. "Ooooohhh! Deeper!" Her voice was getting much louder. "Fuck me with that tongue!" "Oooohh! God!" She blurted. "I'm cumming again!" Her body arched stiffly. Her legs squeezed my head. I heard mumbled moans of pure pleasure as her body quivered and shook. Her orgasm continued for over a minute. I thought I was going to suffocate with her legs cutting off my air. Her final gasps were soft as her spent body began to relax. I fell backwards, tumbling clumsily to the floor. My juice covered face was free to gasp for precious air. Sweat covered my body. My weary body trembled in exhaustion. I panted deeply. I had no strength to lift myself. I lay on the floor waiting for help from the ladies. Lady Nicole eventually appeared at my side. She held a glass of juice. She gently raised my head. She tipped the glass to my lips, allowing me to sip slowly on the precious liquid. Her dark eyes locked on to mine. She smiled sweetly as she held my head lovingly in her hand. "You can rest for a few minutes." Her voice was soft and reassuring. Her touch was gentle and caring. She took a towel from the hand of Lady Colleen and carefully wiped the sweat from my face. I glanced at the row of chairs along the wall. My Beautiful Loving Countess was sipping on a glass of juice. Her flesh was still flushed from her prolonged arousal. She saw my look and smiled at me. Her entire face was filled with love and concern. I saw her move her lips in silent words. Her words were easy to understand. "I love you, Drew!" She mouthed as I smiled back. Seated next to the lovely redhead was My Kind and Gracious Princess. The gorgeous blonde Amazon was also flushed with arousal. She had sat only inches away as I had driven her mentor to three intense orgasms. She was obviously very excited. Her voluptuous frame squirmed in anticipation. Her icy blue eyes were filled with lust. Her gaze beckoned me like an inaudible voice. I struggled back to my knees. I inched forward on my raw knees. I now knelt at the feet of the most beautiful, sexy woman I had ever met. I bowed and kissed her feet passionately. "Your Kind and Gracious Highness, your sissy slut would be honored to please you." I spoke in proud, confident tones. I felt no shame in honoring this lovely princess. She slowly raised herself in her chair. She propped herself on her arms as she slowly inched her robe up her legs. Her deliberate, provocative moves were obviously designed to tease me. Inch by inch, the flowing fabric moved upward revealing her fabulous legs. From my vantage point, I could see that her delicious pussy was covered by nothing but her sparse, golden hair. My cock throbbed at full attention. Sensuous seconds seemed like torturous hours until her robe was completely lifted. I wasted no time in attacking my next objective. The exotic warrior-princess has spread her legs wide to allow me full access to her prized possession. I immediately began to tickle her moist, swollen nether lips. The cumulative effects of watching me painfully beaten and horribly humiliated had caused her to gush with moisture. Watching me pleasure her redheaded cohort had driven her to lustful eagerness. She moaned uncontrollably at my slightest touch. My tongue responded by teasing her mercilessly. She closed her legs slightly, preventing me from probing deeper into her. "I think we should make this a little more enjoyable." The golden-maned beauty spoke as if she were going to issue a challenge to me. She loved competitive activities. "Maybe he should have some help for his pathetic, little dick." Lady Colleen appeared behind me. She roughly pulled me to my feet. Mistress Mandy walked in front of me. She had a long piece of cotton rope and a thick butt plug in her hands. The blonde mistress handed the butt plug to the young, redhead. "Bend over, pussy boy!" Mistress Mandy ordered as Lady Colleen pushed her hand into my back. I bent forward. I felt a cold, greasy substance being smeared on my rectum. Gently, the butt plug was forced into my straining ass. I groaned in misery as the intruder stretched my tight anus. I felt like I was being ripped apart. "Don't push it out!" My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire barked in a very threatening voice. "Stand up!" I straightened up, cringing as the plug inched slightly deeper into my body. Mistress Mandy began tying the rope very tightly around my scrotum. Each time she wrapped it, she would tie a very tight knot. Each successive round of rope began to stretch my balls from my body. I counted eight turns as I doubled in excruciating pain. She pushed my chest, straightening me up. Then she wrapped the rope between my legs and deep into the crack of my butt. I screamed as the rope forced the butt plug slightly deeper into me. She wrapped the rope around my waist and pulled the rope tightly. The force of pulling the rope sent another spasm of pain deep into my rectum. She tied it securely around my waist three times. "How's that look?" My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire asked My Kind and Gracious Princess. "Wonderful!" The blonde Amazon replied cheerfully. "That ought to make the little pussy miserable!" I felt a hand push me in the back, forcing me to my knees. I gingerly shuffled forward. Each small stride sent brutal pain through my butt and balls. I leaned forward to lick the beautiful pussy. I gasped as the difference in position pulled tighter on my balls and drove the plug a little deeper into my butt. My tongue teased her drenched pussy as I felt another rope being tied to the rope between my legs. The rope was pulled upward, further stretching my balls and further impaling my ass. The rope was handed to My Kind and Gracious Princess. She could now pull the rope and cause me greater suffering. She yanked on the rope. I screamed in pain, causing my tongue to flutter spastically inside of her womanhood. She gushed juices in response to my pain. The more she sensed my pain and suffering, the more she gushed streams of juices into my face. She playfully experimented with the rope. A mild pull caused me to groan inside of her. A sharp tug caused me to scream. Each action drove her further into lustful ecstasy. Desperately trying to bring her to orgasm, I struggled with the pain to continue my labors. Her breathing was frantic. She was on the edge of an earthquake. She yanked hard on the rope, then continued to pull. My initial scream of agony was followed a prolonged groan as she continued to pull harder on the rope. Just as I thought I would faint from the pain, her legs tightened around my head. Her body shook uncontrollably as a lustful shriek escaped her lips. She relaxed her grip on the rope as wave after wave of climax crashed through her. I gasped for air as her body convulsed in pleasure. Finally, she relaxed her legs and released my head. I pulled back a few inches and breathed desperately. The athletic Amazon recovered very quickly and was impatient for me to continue my oral magic in her deepest womanhood. Unknown to me, she had been handed a crop. I shrieked as the rod dug mercilessly into my left ass cheek. My violent reflex caused the ropes to pull tighter on my swollen, pain-filled balls and drive the plug deeper into my throbbing ass. Losing my balance, I fell tongue first into her pussy. I immediately started licking and flicking my tongue to prevent another blow from the crop. I moved to her clit and began sucking and flicking the sensitive nub. She cooed as the pleasure filled her body. I worked feverishly to avoid another painful blow. She was quickly approaching another orgasm as I continued to tease her clit. I started sucking on it, building intensity with each new effort. She arched her back and squeezed her legs around my head as I heard her muffled screams announce her second climax. She relaxed her legs and moaned for a considerable time. I regained my breath as she recovered her strength. Without warning, another vicious blow stung my ass. Her legs were close together, preventing me from touching her pussy with my tongue. She delivered another blow. I forced my head deeper into her triangle. She was hitting me about every thirty seconds as she purposely prevented me from bringing her the pleasure that would be her third climax. I could smell her scent. I could feel her gushing juices into my face. She was unbelievably aroused by beating me into submission. She allowed my tongue to enter her slit. I feverishly worked my tongue to bring her to climax. She still maintained a constant rhythm with the crop on my inflamed flesh. I flicked and licked until the rod bit my skin. I would grunt or groan upon receiving the blow. She would coo or moan each time I would groan. She must have hit me twenty times before she exploded in the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed. Her body bucked and quivered as she screamed loudly. "Oh Fuck! God! Oh Shit! I keep cumming!" She screamed as her body continued to spasm from the release. "God! That was incredible!" She gasped as her body finally started to relax. Her legs spread wide in the chair. I fell backwards, having no way to stop my fall. As I hit the floor, the ropes pulled viciously at my balls. Pain shot through me. The pain started in my battered balls, but quickly shot through my abdomen, causing me to double in pain. I rolled on the floor as stars flashed before my eyes. My hands uselessly tied behind my back, I was helpless to comfort myself. Minutes passed as I groaned in excruciating pain. The pain slowly faded as I curled into a ball and whimpered pitifully at the feet of the two ladies I now loved most in the world. Chapter 6 - There Are No Lesser Goddesses Lady Nicole and Lady Colleen each grabbed one of my arms and helped me to my knees. They were anything but gentile. I was still in considerable pain and desperately fighting to breathe. My breaths came easier as the pain in my groin subsided. They backed away and mercifully allowed me a few more minutes to recover. The two ladies seated themselves next to My Kind and Gracious Princess. Lady Nicole crooked her finger and motioned me to her feet. I had yet to spend time alone with this ebony beauty. I had spent a week with My Kind and Gracious Princess who taught me to submit to my mistresses. I had spent a week with My Beautiful Loving Countess who had freed me from many demons of guilt. Lady Nicole was My Beautiful Loving Countess' best friend and partner. I desperately wanted to spend time with the Caribbean Lioness, to develop that special bond with another of my mistresses. "Your sissy slut is very blessed to be allowed to serve you, my lovely lady." I whispered to her, as I lovingly kissed her feet. She spread her legs and opened the crotch on her catsuit. I worked feverishly bringing her to the mandated three orgasms. Perspiration was streaming down my face from my intense effort. Her orgasms were extremely intense, and I took great pride in serving my mistress so well. Next I moved to Lady Colleen and serviced her desires. The gorgeous, young niece of my boss and mistress was less of a mystery to me. She had accompanied My Kind and Gracious Princess on our week-long trip to the mountain cottage. She had recently been promoted to the executive staff and made a partner in the company. I wished to please her because she was my newest mistress. I once again buried my face in a wonderful pussy. Despite my fatigue and the battered condition of my tongue, I lost myself in the pleasure of serving her. She allowed herself to give up control of her body. She screamed and moaned in lustful release as each orgasm shuddered through her firm, young body. As she relaxed following her third orgasm, I shuffled backwards and slumped my shoulders in exhaustion. Several minutes passed as I collected my strength. I had pleased all four of my mistresses. Each one of them was very special to me. Each one of them evoked trust from my inner soul. Each one loved me and would protect me. I also realized that I loved each of them very much. I thought to myself ... I am the luckiest man on Earth. Chapter 7 - Trick or Treat? I was suddenly aware that the rope tied to my balls was beginning to tighten. Mistress Mandy was pulling on the long rope that attached it. The butt plug was forced a little deeper into me. I moaned in painful pleasure. My erection throbbed as my cock bobbed in the air. I was slowly led to turn around, facing My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires. Her face was scowling at me in disgust. "Do you now wish to taste your Goddess?" She asked disdainfully. "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires." I replied lustfully. "Yes what?" She bellowed her question with fury in her voice. "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires, your pathetic pussy boy desires to taste his goddess." My voice trembled at her anger. "Wasn't it your pathetic lust to taste your goddess that got you into trouble?" "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires." I muttered meekly. "But, your pussy boy was only trying to please his goddess." "He will please his goddess by being more respectful in the future." She paused, her eyes drilling through me. "You will not taste me today. You will learn proper manners through being denied my treasures." My look was partially relief, partially disappointment. My tongue was swollen from the press. My tongue and jaws were weak and aching from already serving my four mistresses. Yet I longed to taste the pussy of my childhood mistress. The disappointment must have been evident on my face. "Your pouting will do you no good!" She reached a finger toward my face and rubbed my cheek. "If you perform well the rest of the day, you might be allowed to please me later." She glanced at my erection with a smile, but as you may have guessed, the smile looked very wicked. "Maybe we should take care of that after lunch." I looked at the floor. I wished to please her. I longed for relief from my erection. But, I was not sure I would like the manner in which the relief was to be administered. As I knelt in submission, my mind raced with anticipation of the rest of the day ... and night. The room seemed emersed in silence. "Are you ready for some lunch?" My Beautiful Loving Countess broke the silence. "I'll have Jenny bring it in." My jaw must have dropped almost to the floor. Jenny Jordan, the secretary, was going to serve lunch with me naked and bound. None of the employees had ever seen me in my role as sissy slut. I glanced at My Beautiful Loving Countess with terror in my eyes. She saw my look and grinned. "Don't worry, my pet!" her voice was loving, but I was not reassured. "Jenny will not tell anyone what goes on in here." She pressed the intercom button. "Jenny, you may serve us lunch now." "Yes Ms. O'Hara." The soft voice replied through the box. "I'll be right there." "And Jenny," the redheaded boss spoke into the intercom, "have someone perform your duties for the rest of the day." "Yes Ms. O'Hara, as you wish," was the reply. Jenny was going to be here the rest of the day? Five mistresses were enough for one slut! Did they need more help? Jenny entered the room with a look of apprehension on her face. She fixed her eyes on me as I knelt with my hands tied behind me, my balls tightly bound and stretched, and the butt plug driving me crazy. Her look was not one of disgust. It also was not one of a mistress eyeing a slave. It was a look of empathy, similar to the looks I had received from Lady Sarah's slaves. I had thought she was submissive, I was about to find out if I was correct. The lovely brunette suddenly realized that she was staring at me. She quickly set her serving tray down and prepared a picnic for the mistresses. She spread out a blanket. She retrieved the tray, which was filled with fresh fruit and juices. The mistresses gathered around the blanket and began to eat. My Beautiful Loving Countess motioned for me to approach. I shuffled on my knees to a position between My Beautiful Loving Countess and my childhood goddess. Both mistresses patted my head and began to feed me grapes and slices of fruit. I glanced around the blanket. Lady Nicole was engaged in conversation with Mistress Mandy. Both ladies were in their mid-forties and had been dominating men since they were teens. They were trading stories from their pasts that sent shivers down my spine. Lady Colleen and My Kind and Gracious Princess were listening intently to the more experienced ladies. My Kind and Gracious Princess no longer acted jealous of my childhood mistress. She had quickly recognized a kindred spirit. It was comforting to me to see my four mistresses accepting the goddess from my past. "Jenny," My Beautiful Loving Countess started firmly, "we will be fine for a while. You may begin the entertainment." "Yes Countess Cathryn," was her only reply. Jenny walked to the stereo and placed a CD into the player. The music began to play, an Arabic harem tune. Jenny began to dance to the music. Her modern business attire seemed all wrong for the music. But her lovely body and sensuous moves were incredibly exotic. She slowly removed her jacket and blouse. Next, she removed her skirt. She was now wearing bright yellow underwear with a matching garter belt, nude nylons, and black heels. Her hand released the bra clasp between her ample breasts. She slowly, provocatively eased the straps one at a time off of her shoulders. She removed her panties in her best strip-tease style. I was impressed. Jenny continued to dance until the music stopped. She was wearing only the yellow garter belt, the nylons, and the black heels. She walked to the corner and removed several objects. She proceeded to fasten her collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs with relative ease. She gracefully walked to My Beautiful Loving Countess and curtsied. She turned to Mistress Mandy and likewise curtsied. She bowed her head awaiting further orders. "She's a very pretty bitch." Mistress Mandy stated casually. "Has she ever done him before?" "They've never been together before," My Beautiful Loving Countess replied. "In fact, I think our pussy boy is little embarrassed by her presence." "Is that true, pussy boy?" The blonde mistress smirked. "No, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires. Your pussy boy was surprised, but not embarrassed." I answered respectfully. "Well, perhaps I should have you introduce yourself by eating her pussy." The blonde teased with her wicked grin beaming brightly. "If that is your wish, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires." I replied without emotion. "Actually, your tongue needs a rest." She stated mercifully. "I think you've had enough pussy until tonight." She paused to let her words sink into my mind. "For now, I wish to have your erection relieved." She slowly rose to her feet. She grabbed my arm and led me to the bondage horse. Each step caused the butt plug to send spasms through me. My hands were tied to the horse. My legs were spread and tied to the base. I was laying backwards with my legs spread and my cock sticking out toward the room. I was barely able to squirm, but was not in discomfort. My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desires motioned to Jenny. The tall brunette quickly walked to the guest and curtsied. "Our pussy boy has pleased his mistresses today. You will give him the best blow job he has ever had." She looked at me. "You may cum whenever you like, as many times as you can." I'm not an expert on blow jobs. I thought Molly and Constance had given me some great ones. Jenny was now showing me an entirely new level of pleasure. I came three times while lunch was being consumed. Each time was better than the previous. What a talented young lady Jenny turned out to be. What a generous treat My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire had given me. Chapter 8 - An Old Time Inquisition The five mistresses had completed their lunch of fruit and juice. They were refreshed and ready for more fun. Neither Jenny or I were sure how much fun we were about to have. Jenny was led to the corner. Her wrists were clasped above her head and her arms stretched to the ceiling. Her legs were spread by chains attached to the walls. A vibrator was placed inside her and strapped into place by a narrow leather belt. She immediately began moaning as the pleasure swept through her beautiful body. Mistress Mandy had set the vibrator at a slow speed that would drive her to lustful frustration, without pushing her over the edge into orgasm. I looked on with pity until my attention was harshly brought back to my own plight. My arms were fastened behind the bondage horse, thrusting my hips and cock outwards. While the position was not uncomfortable, I was totally helpless. Of course, the mistresses would have wished me in no other situation. They had many questions that they wanted answered. And they meant to make me very uncomfortable while they got their answers. Mistress Mandy approached me as my four mistresses settled into chairs to watch my interrogation. In her hands was a ball press. She toyfully played with the contraption as she moved it near my face. "It would seem that you never told your mistresses about our relationship." She began with a Nazi-like inflection in her voice. "Ve have vays of making you talk!" She grinned wickedly as the four ladies behind her chuckled. "Please, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!" I screamed in panic. "I told My Beautiful Loving Countess of you. Please don't use that thing on me!" "Silence!" Her voice could have shattered windows. "You will suffer for your deceitful deed!" "Please!" I tried again. "Have mercy on your pathetic pussy boy! Please!" "You will speak only when answering my questions." She placed her finger on my lips to quiet my pleas. She knelt before me and clamped the device around my scrotum. She positioned my balls between the two wooden slats. She slowly tightened the wing nut until there was light pressure on my nuts. Then she tightened two more turns. "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" I moaned in mild pain as the boards squeezed me. The pain was not great, but I was in considerable discomfort. "If you answer truthfully, you will be spared additional pain." She rubbed my cheek. "But, try to hide anything, and you will suffer." "I'll tell them anything, everything. Please don't do this!" "Who was the first woman that dominated your pathetic little ass?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "And how old were you?" "Twelve, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "Who was the first woman to torture your pathetic little cock?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "And who was the first woman you ever saw masturbate?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." She tightened the screw one more turn. Stars flashed before my eyes as I tried to double up in pain. The horse held me helplessly bound. As I suffered from the increased pain, Mistress Mandy sat in a chair and recounted the story of our first encounter with bondage in great detail. She had captured me while playing Army. She had stripped me and tied me to a tree. She teased me, masturbated herself, and sent me home with my cock tied in a leather string. She rose from the chair and approached me. She paused along the way to grab a riding crop. She threatened my balls and my cock with the rod. She slapped the wooden slats with the crop. "Eeeeeeiiiiiihhhhh!" I screamed as I thrashed against my bonds. The pain of the stroke was devastating. My breath was now very labored. My vision was very blurry. The pain persisted. "You never told The Countess about me?" She sounded like a neighborhood bully. "I told her," I gasped. "She never asked for more details." "She would like more details now, wouldn't you Countess?" Her grin grew more wicked as she baited me. "Definitely!" The redhead quipped. "We're all ears over here." Once again the blonde mistress began to rub my cheek. "Who was the first woman to whip your puny little body?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "And who was the first woman to let you cum?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." "And who was the first woman to OWN you?" "You were, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." She whacked the crop against the boards, sending vicious waves of pain reverberating through me. I groaned as I struggled to double in pain. She returned to her chair and recounted our second day together. Again her memory of the details were incredibly accurate. After more than thirty years, she vividly remembered the details. She remembered scolding me for being one minute late. She remembered cropping my feet as punishment. She remembered forcing me to eat her pussy while I was spread-eagled to her bed. She remembered jacking me off and tasting my cum. She again rose and walked to me. She tightened the screw one more turn, sending more pain through my crushed balls. "Eeeeeiiiiiiggggghhhhh!" I yelped in excruciating agony. "Do you remember my Christmas present to you?" She asked knowing I did. "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." I gasped as the increased pain made speech almost impossible. "I was eighteen, a senior in high school. You came back from New York. You took my virginity in a most delightful way." "You do remember!" She sounded surprised. "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." I gasped, desperately trying to talk despite my shortness of breath. "I could never forget those times. They are my fondest memories of my teen years." She again left me in terrible pain as she sat next to my mistresses. She detailed the Christmas Eve spent in her motel room. She had tied me to the bed and fucked me. She could not believe I was still a virgin, until that day. A day I always remember with the fondest feelings. Once again. she remembered the day in great detail, which she related to the ladies who listened intently. She returned once more to face me. She did not hit me or tighten the press. She rubbed my cheeks and lightly kissed me. "Oh, pussy boy," she lamented, "I set you free that night. You still wore my leather string on your wrist. You saved yourself for me. But, I told you to let me go." "Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." I replied. "And, I did. I moved on with my life. But, I will always remember those times with passion." "And thus you betray your current mistress?" Her accusation cut deep into my heart. "You keep my string and hide my memory from her?" "No, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire." I pleaded. "I love her with all my heart. I would never betray her. I told her of you. Honest!" "Can a slave have these feelings without betraying his mistress?" She sounded analytical, like a prosecutor at a trial. "I love her deeply. I wish to please her, to serve her." I yelled in frustration. "But, I am not her slave. She has denied me that pleasure." "How's that?" Her question was short. "I begged her to be her slave," I started. "She said I was not ready to give up my family and my career." "Are you?" She quipped. "I don't know." I sobbed. "If My Beautiful Loving Countess says I am not, I must not be ready." She turned from me. She headed back to the group of whispering women. They talked openly of the moment in the mountains, when I confessed my desire to be a slave to My Beautiful Loving Countess. My Beautiful Loving Countess eased herself from her chair. She stalked toward me in her sophisticated, sexy walk. A wide smile beamed on her face. Not a wicked smile. It was a warm, compassionate smile. She kissed my forehead. "Drew, my pet, you are very special to me." She turned towards the other ladies. "You're very special to each of us. I have not forgotten our discussion. I made you an offer that day. I see you have thought about it very seriously. We will discuss it another day, but understand, we love you dearly, as you do us." I smiled. "I do love you, My Beautiful Loving Countess." I glanced at the others. "I love each of you." With that she released the press from my tortured balls. I gasped as the blood rushed through the purple, swollen globes. My feet were released. As my hands were freed from the horse, I crumpled to the floor. My hands still bound behind me, I curled into a ball as the pain roared through my body. Chapter 9 - For Old Times Sake Jenny and I had showered in the slave dressing room, while the five mistresses had showered and dressed in the larger dressing room. She had finally been allowed to cum after being stretched in the corner during the two hour interrogation I had endured. The poor girl's muscles were stiff and painful. I had lathered and massaged her back and shoulders as the warm water cascaded down our flesh. Both of us were "sexed out," and had no desire for passion at the moment. I hoped I would be allowed to correct that injustice some day, she was a beautiful, loving girl. Cathryn O'Hara's office was filled to capacity. Everyone had showered and were dressed in their business attire. The five mistresses, Jenny, and I were seated in the plush, leather chairs. "Jenny," My Beautiful Loving Countess looked into the secretary's eyes, "you understand that you are not to mention these sessions to anyone?" "Yes, Countess Cathryn." The blonde meekly replied. "We are very pleased that served us so well today," our redheaded boss told her warmly. "If you would like, you may spend the night at Tara Glen." "Your slut would like that very much." The brunette answered, trembling in anticipation. "You are much too kind to your undeserving slut." "On the contrary, your service is very deserving of a reward." Ms. O'Hara replied with a gracious smile. "And you, young man," My Beautiful Loving Countess turned to me, "have a lot of explaining to do." She saw me shrink into my chair. "After you have some time to spend alone with your friend." "And what time do I have to have him home?" The blonde mistress from my childhood quipped with a broad grin. "I expect him here in time for our ten o'clock meeting." The redhead countered with her own grin. "It's a deal!" Mistress Mandy stood and kissed her host on the cheek. She quickly kissed the other three mistresses. "Let's go, pussy boy! I'll buy you a burger and a soda, just like the good old days." She led me out of the office and to her car. We spent two hours reminiscing about the past, the wonderful past. We returned to her room where she had a trunk full of toys. I spent the night helplessly bound to the bed. With a lot of help from a drug patch, courtesy of My Beautiful Loving Countess, I enjoyed a wonderful night. My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire appeared to enjoy it very much as well. Morning's light peeped between the drapes and the wall. I awoke, still spread-eagled to the bedposts. My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire mounted me for one last ride. The ecstasy seemed to last forever. As she collapsed onto my chest, she whispered into my ear. "g.b., you're still as adorable as you were when we were young." "Missy, you're still as sexy and mysterious as I remembered." With that, she released me from the bed. We showered until the hot water was spent. I really enjoyed having my hands free. We lathered and fondled each other playfully. Finally stepping out of the shower, we took turns drying each other with towels. We playfully helped each other dress for the day. We headed to a pancake house and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. We talked about our lives since we had parted. Hers was very exciting, as her business steadily grew. Mine, well you already know about it. Chapter 10 - The Plot Thickens! I entered the office, escorting Mandy Martin on my right arm. We passed the desk of the secretary, Jenny Jordan. Jenny was beautiful as ever, but looked very tired from her night at Tara Glen. I had never been to Tara Glen, the mansion belonging to Ms. O'Hara. Perhaps my time was coming soon. I ushered Missy into Ms. O'Hara's office. She was greeted with hugs and polite kisses in her cheek from each of the four partners. We continued into the conference room for a morning of fast-paced business. Mistress Mandy started the discussion by indicating she wished to have contracts signed quickly for full system services of her New York businesses. Then she sprung her first surprise on us. She was expanding to the west coast. She was opening a dungeon and a fetish nightclub in Los Angeles. She needed our firm to support a bi-coastal network for both dungeons, both nightclubs, and her mail-order bondage gear and video business. Cathryn O'Hara and Nicole DeLeon both remained very calm and business-like. Of course they would be pleased to accept the business. Lady Colleen and Princess Shandra both appeared stunned by the scope of the proposal. I couldn't believe that My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire had developed into such a business tycoon. Mandy was not through with her surprises. This time, she dropped a bombshell surprise on us. The west coast expansion would help her to offset the cost of her other new venture. We were meeting with the owner of the newest expansion team in the NFL - the Los Angeles Conquistadors. She was developing team logos and wanted our graphic artists to be involved. Uniforms for the team, coordinated outfits for the coaching staff, costumes for the mascots, and costumes for the cheerleaders. She wanted a tough, fierce, dominating image for the entire organization. She wanted the cheerleader outfits to be the sexiest in the league. "I want every eye in the stadium, male and female, to lust for them," was the way she put it. Then she dropped another, more stunning bombshell. She wanted to have the contracts signed to secure our services by next Friday. Then, she wanted me to fly to L.A. with her. We would review designs for the mascot and cheerleader costumes. We would stay at her new home. She guessed it would take an entire week. Cathryn O'Hara sat in her seat, her expression remained calm. Her three partners sat stunned in their chairs. The morning had produced one unbelievable turn after another. Nicole DeLeon and Colleen Connor were overwhelmed by the magnitude of the business commitment. Princess Shandra was jealously worried about my future. Cathryn O'Hara was calm and calculating. "I'm sure we can get the contracts signed by next Friday." The redheaded boss began her reply. "We will provide as much design support as you need. Drew can help you with hardware and software requirements. Of course, our graphic design group is at your service." She paused to organize her next phrase. "Of course," my boss continued, "we will insist that you do not raid our staff. Every member of our team is very important to our growth and existence." She paused again. "With respect to Drew's services, we need to clearly outline the terms of his involvement, professionally and otherwise." Mandy Martin looked directly into Cathryn O'Hara's eyes. The blonde mistress showed no emotion, just a cool, calculating gaze. "I will give you two million dollars for Drew," she said casually. The gray-green eyes of the Irish Baroness flared with anger. Otherwise, her demeanor never changed. "Ms. Martin," she said calmly, "I'm afraid that offer is terribly inappropriate." "First, we are in no need of the money, however tempting the sum." "Second, Mr. Thomas is extremely valuable to this firm. As staggering as your offer is, his value to this company far exceeds any monetary offer." "Third, our love for Drew is very deep. We would not part with him for any sum, only for his welfare." "Fourth, and most importantly, Mr. Thomas is an employee, not a slave. I have no right to sell him like an animal." "I'm sorry my offer cannot be accepted, but I understand your concerns." Mandy replied non-chalantly. "As much as I would love to hire Drew for my corporate technical guru, I will agree not to hire him for at least two years." She paused as her counterpart nodded. "As for his other services, I would love to buy him from you, but I know you would never part with him. I expect that his services will be available from time to time. Of course, I will agree to any limitations you would apply to any other mistress." "Of course." Cathryn O'Hara was still calm. "Drew will be available for you as reasonable. I have never let Drew be with another mistress without my supervision. My limits are clear. You may not scar or disfigure him. He is not to be touched by urine or excrement. He is not to be involved with other men. He must be given a safeword, which must be honored. He is very valuable to us, and we expect him to be treated with care." "You have my word that I would never harm him." She smiled. "He is very dear to me as well. I will even allow one of you to accompany us, at my expense, if it eases your mind." "That will not be necessary, although the offer is greatly appreciated." My Beautiful Loving Countess replied. "I have seen the mutual love and concern you have for each other. I know he is safe in your care." "I can see he is in the care of four wonderful and loving mistresses. I would not wish to destroy the life he lives. But, I can expect to pick him up in two weeks?" "Is your calendar open?" My Beautiful Loving Countess looked at me. I nodded. "We can finalize the arrangements next week." "Wonderful!" Mandy Martin exclaimed. She stood and shook hands with Cathryn O'Hara and Nicole DeLeon. She turned to her left and shook hands with Shandra Stone and Colleen Connor, both of whom were still stunned by the events of the past half hour. We walked to her car, Missy still on my arm. My four mistresses were close behind. Mandy Martin again bade farewell to each of the four ladies with gentle words and a polite kiss on the cheek. Then, she embraced me in a firm hug and kissed me passionately. She climbed into her car, started the engine, and stuck her head out the window. "Take good care of him, Countess!" My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire beseeched my mistress. "In my heart, he will always be my good boy!" - the end -