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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):  

This work was originally published under the title " Drew Does L.A."  The author has renamed this story to fit the scheme of his later stories.

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

Author's note (07/19/99):

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 ninth 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 L.A. Adventure 
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 9
Written by: your good boy


Prologue

If you haven't read the first eight volumes, this story may seem confusing.  Since this is a continuing saga, I suggest you start at the beginning.  In case you don't believe me, I'll try to catch you up on Drew.

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 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 months were filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity. He is being blackmailed by his incredibly beautiful 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 submissive pet.

Now, his childhood mistress has reappeared in his life.  She has offered to buy him from his boss/mistress for two million dollars.

He has asked his boss/mistress to marry him.  She reluctantly turned him down.

Instead, he has become a slave to his boss and six other mistresses.



Chapter 1 - Leavin' On A jet Plane


This lowly male slave sat in a window seat, soaring high above our nation's midsection.  The corn, bean, and wheat fields below the plane formed a very interesting quilt-like pattern.  It is impossible not to be amazed at the beauty of our planet when flying over it.

This lowly male slave's mind was a spaghetti bowl of tangled thoughts.  He desperately tried to figure out how he had become a slave of his wonderful mistresses.  This lowly male slave's mind began to ramble through scenes from his life.

He thought of his early teen years.  Mandy, the neighborhood tomboy, had captured his heart and his body.  The fourteen year-old girl had introduced him to bondage and female domination when he was only twelve years old.  He was still amazed that she made him call her "His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire."  He thought of the teenage Mistress Mandy tying him naked to a tree.  He thought of the way she teased him for hours without letting him cum.  He thought of the time she tied him to her parent's bed and teased him, whipped him, and finally masturbated him to orgasm.  He remembered that she would not let his small organ inside of her.

Then, after only a few glorious weeks of humiliation and arousal, her family had moved to New York.

More than six years had passed, when Mandy returned to visit her "good boy" at Christmas of his eighteenth year.  She had been amused that he was still a virgin. He told her, he was waiting for His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire.  She took his virginity in earth-shattering fashion while he was tied to a bed in a motel room on Christmas Eve.

Years passed.  The young man graduated from college, married, raised a family, and built a career.  He had a blissful marriage and family life.  He loved his wife more than anyone he had ever known.

Yet he never forgot the mistress of his teenage years.

Then, in his forties, the man began working for a local Internet provider owned by two beautiful female partners.  His life would never be the same.

He remembered being "captured" and tormented on his first day of work by Countess Cathryn, Lady Nicole, and Princess Shandra.  The man had been drugged by his boss and her two staff members.  They bound him and tormented him for hours.  They then tied him to a bondage table and raped him repeatedly.  The three women blackmailed him with threats of sexual harassment lawsuits.  He was trapped.

He quickly fell back into the submissive role he so loved as a teen.

He remembered the week in the mountain cottage with Princess Shandra and Lady Colleen.  The Princess had kept him bound and in various forms of torment most of the week.  She had tried to force him into submission.

He remembered his two meetings with The Marquesa DeSade.  She was short and slightly overweight, yet beautiful, sexy, and seductive.  She was also very playful in a sadistic kind of way.

He loved his new role as a submissive "pet."  But, his dual role of faithful husband and father caused a great inner struggle for the man.

That struggle ended a few months later.  His wife was tragically killed by a drunk driver.  For three months, his boss/mistress helped him through his emotional trauma by being a close confidant.  Finally, she decided he needed a dramatic event to bring him out of his grief.

He remembered the week in the mountains with His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He had been totally devastated by the loss of his wife and the guilt he felt for betraying her.  True, he had been blackmailed into serving these women, but he still felt guilty.  His Beautiful Loving Countess had understood his inner-conflict and skillfully worked him through the healing process with a combination of bondage, torture, and compassion.

The man fell head-over-heels in love with his boss/mistress.  In fact, he loved all his mistresses.  He just loved his boss more than the others.

Unexpectedly, Mandy appeared as the company's new client.  But, business can make strange bedfellows.  The man greatly enjoyed the reunion with his former mistress.  Surprisingly, her appearance seemed to ignite a spark of jealousy within his Beautiful Loving Countess and his other mistresses.

The turmoil was widespread.  The man was grateful to see his past mistress.  But, he loved his new mistress much more.  His past mistress tried to buy him for two million dollars.  His Beautiful Loving Countess declined the offer with righteous indignation.

Seeing his Beautiful Loving Countess' love for him encouraged the man to propose marriage to her.  Stung by her refusal, he renewed an earlier request to become her slave.

Countess Cathryn had conferred with her fellow mistresses and decided to make the man a part-time slave.  He was far too valuable as a systems manager to remove him from the firm.  He would serve as a part-time slave on weekends and special occasions.

His thoughts were interrupted when his cock and ball cage pressed against his growing erection.  The painful clash of engorged flesh and rigid plastic only served as a greater reminder of his surrender to his lovely mistresses.

Quickly, his thoughts shifted to his training.

He remembered sleeping on a mat in a dungeon cell.

He remembered the sexual frustration of working beside two beautiful, naked female slaves without any sexual gratification.

He remembered the humiliation of being called a "lowly male slave."  Even worse, he was ordered to refer to himself as "this lowly male slave."  He could never say "I" or "me."

He remembered the terror of his bondage session with his boss' niece.  She tortured his genitals with rope, ice, and hot candles for several hours until he collapsed into an exhausted daze.

He remembered his "initiation" ceremony.  He was finally accepted as a slave to his mistresses.  He had been given a gold slave's ring to wear on his left thumb.

He remembered the post-initiation pool party with six female slaves.  They had four hours of "free time."  His instructions had been to have fun, and make sure the six females did likewise.  An orgy sanctioned by his mistresses.  What a dream come true?

The hard red plastic cage once again bit deeply into his manhood.  His fledgling erection quickly dissipated.

He laid his head back in the seat and sighed in frustration.

Fresh from his nine days of slave training, he had boarded a plane for Los Angeles.  The new client, Mistress Mandy, His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire, was waiting for him.  The trip was for business and pleasure.  Countess Cathryn had implicitly instructed him to please the new client.  He knew very well that he was to submit to her pleasure.


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The crowd of passengers surged through the skyway and into the terminal.  Surveying the crowded lobby, this lowly male slave searched for Mistress Mandy.

"g.b.!"  The shriek of the blonde's voice echoed through the concourse.

"Missy!"  This lowly male slave shouted in his excitement.

This lowly male slave stepped forward with his arms open.  The joyful woman sprung toward him, her arms wrapping tightly around him.  They kissed passionately for several seconds.

"God, g.b.!"  She whispered.  "I've been dying to hug you for two weeks."

"Oh, Missy!"  He whispered in return.  "This lowly male slave has been dying to touch you, too."

"Uhh?"  The blonde mistress gasped as she took one step backward.  Recognition slowly showed on her face.  "So you finally found a mistress who would keep you?"

"Yes, Missy," he gasped.  "The Countess and the others have accepted this lowly male to be their slave."

"I'm so happy for you!"  Her eyes betrayed her words.  "Is that what you wanted?"

"More than anything in the world."  The gleam in his eyes told of his great happiness.  Sensing that she was worried, he added, "Don't worry, The Countess has ordered this lowly male slave to serve His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire."

The smile returned to her face.  "God, pussy boy!"  She kissed him lightly on the cheek.  "I can't believe you still call me that."

"Always, Missy. Always."  A broad smile broke across his face.  "Oh!  This lowly male slave almost forgot.  The Countess sent you this letter.  She said to read it as soon as you received it."

An expression of doubt crossed her face, causing her brows to arch.  She opened the letter.  Unfolding it, she read aloud.

"Dear Mistress Mandy"  the letter began.

"I assume by now that you have heard the delightful news that drew is our slave.  We are overjoyed to have him in our service.  As our servant, he is also your servant.  He is instructed to serve you as he would serve us.  Of course, any disobedience should be punished properly and appropriately."

"We have previously discussed our rules for slave drew.  We ask that you abide by our wishes in restricting the types of service slave drew is required to perform.  As you know, he is an extremely valuable piece of property.  As such, we are very careful to protect his value."

"One last thing before I close this letter.  Slave drew is wearing two lovely pieces of jewelry.  The thumb ring is a symbol of his servitude to us.  He should wear it at all times.  The second piece of jewelry is less conspicuous in public.  Enclosed is a red plastic key.  You may use the key if you wish.  I only ask that slave drew wear both pieces of jewelry on the return flight."

"Enjoy our little slave.  Love, Countess Cathryn."

Mistress Mandy grinned that all too familiar, wicked grin.

"I can't wait to see the other jewelry."

"This lowly male slave will gladly let you keep it!"  He grumbled.

"Such sarcasm from a 'lowly male slave?'"  Her mock rage quickly melted to a smile.  "How about for the next two weeks you call yourself 'pussy boy?'  Is sounds so much better."

"Yes, Mistress."  This lowly male slave, also known as pussy boy, meekly replied.


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The limousine ride to Mistress Mandy's new home took more than an hour.  Throughout the ride, she was engrossed in the role of businesswoman.  She ran through an outline of the next week.  The mistress and her pussy boy would be very busy.

Tomorrow was the press conference to announce her new football franchise, the Conquistadors.  The commissioner of the league would make the announcement.  Then, Mistress Mandy would make a speech and introduce her team.  Uniforms for the players, cheerleaders, and mascots would be modeled.  Her small staff, including this lowly male slave, would be introduced.

Wednesday would consist of a series of meetings concerning the opening of her new BDSM nightclub and her new commercial dungeon.  Both operations would be modeled after her New York businesses.

Friday was the day scheduled for a photo shoot of the cheerleader calendar.  They needed a male model to be a victim of the lovely, yet wicked, Conquistadoras.  This lowly male slave was volunteered to be the victim.  It sounded fun.

The next two weeks would be filled with meetings for both sides of her empire.

Professional football was a high-tech business.  The team needed scouting programs for recruits as well as opponents.  Player profiles for everyone in the league needed catalogued.  The playbacks were now computerized.  During games, video and photos were shared on laptop computers to assist coaches in the booth and on the field to communicate.  The business side of football required ticket sales, merchandising, electronic commerce, and web pages of action photos and statistics.  It was going to be a huge project.

The nightclub and the dungeon also needed considerable resources.  These included bookkeeping, inventories of drinks and snacks, web pages of the dungeon, and on-line ordering of toys and clothing from the dungeon.

She also needed her New York operations linked to her new ones in Los Angeles.  She would have to go to New York sometime next month.  of course, she needed her pussy boy to meet her there.

This lowly male slave was getting dizzy just listening to the schedule.



Chapter 2 - Just Like The Good Old Days


The limousine mercifully arrived at Mistress Mandy's new mansion.  The grounds were beautifully landscaped and ideally isolated from the neighbors.  The vehicle maneuvered along the winding driveway and stopped inside of an attached three-car garage.

The chauffeur, a tall, pretty young woman, opened the door.  She gently assisted Mistress Mandy climb from the vehicle.  She then stood at attention as this lowly male slave exited the luxurious vehicle.  She closed the door and remained at attention until we were in the house.

As we approached the door to the house, it opened slowly.  A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway.  She was dressed in a dark blue dress that extended below her knee.  She was about five-foot four-inches tall and well proportioned.  Her hair and eyes were both brown.  She was attractive, but not beautiful.

"Good afternoon Mandy."  Her face was smiling as she greeted her friend.  She looked at me with the same warm smile.  "And, this must be Drew."

"Hello Vicki,"  Mistress Mandy replied as she hugged he woman.  She stepped aside, allowing me to  approach the woman.  "Mistress Vicki, I would like for you to meet slave drew."

This lowly male slave fell to his knees and politely kissed her shoes.  She reached down and lifted his chin until their eyes met.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, slave drew."  Her voice was soft and sweet.  "Your manners are very pleasing."

"Thank you, Mistress Vicki."  This lowly male slave spoke softly.  "This pussy boy will try very hard to please you."

"Pussy boy?"  She asked as she stifled a smirk of laughter.

"It's a standing order between us."  Mistress Mandy interjected.  "I've made him call himself 'pussy boy' since he was twelve."

Mistress Vicki chuckled.  "My!  My!  You've always been a wicked one Mandy."

"Well, at least since I was fourteen."  Mistress Mandy quipped in reply.  "Isn't that right pussy boy?"

"Yes, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  This lowly male slave responded.

"God!"  Mistress Vicki shouted while doubling over in laughter.  "Since he was twelve.  This is fucking incredible!"

"Thank you," was Mistress Mandy's only reply.

Mistress Mandy grabbed this lowly male slave's hand and gently pulled him to his feet.  Mistress Vicki led us into the kitchen.

"The slaves are just finishing their chores.  They will have dinner served at five."  The brunette turned to this lowly male slave.  "You have eaten, I hope?"

"Yes, Mistress Vicki.  Your pussy boy had a meal on the plane."

"Good!  I would hate for hunger or jet lag to strike too quickly."

She turned and continued into the dining room.  She stopped in a parlor.

"Would you like to sit and chat Mandy?"  Mistress Vicki asked her friend.

"Not now Vic."  Mistress Mandy answered.  "I'd like to take slave drew to the dungeon where he can show off his new jewelry."

This lowly male slave followed the two ladies down a flight of stairs into the basement.  Mistress Vicki opened a heavy wooden door.  She proceeded into the dungeon, with Mistress Mandy and this lowly male slave following her.

The dungeon had walls and floors of stone.  The lighting was from gas torches and  candles.  It looked fairly medieval in design.  It obviously had been constructed recently, probably to Mistress Mandy's specifications.

"Strip and stand right here."  Mistress Mandy ordered and pointed to a spot on the floor.

This lowly male slave quickly removed his clothing, folding it neatly and piling it in a corner.  He then quickly scurried to the spot to which his mistress had pointed.  He bowed his head and folded his hands behind his back.

Mistress Vicki had walked to a cabinet and returned with several items.  She held a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a spreader bar.

She quickly attached the wrist cuffs.  Pulling this lowly male slave's arms over his head, she clipped the cuffs to a chain that hung from the ceiling.  She knelt behind this lowly male slave and applied the ankle cuffs.  She pushed this lowly male slave's feet apart and attached the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar.

This lowly male slave now stood helplessly in the center of Mistress Mandy's dungeon.

The two ladies stared at this lowly male slave's cock and ball cage.  It was constructed out of hard bright red plastic.  The cock cage was like a "gates of hell" made with five red rings.  The ball cage snapped around the scrotum with a center bar that separated his two delicate spheres.  The assembly clamped around the base of the genitals and locked into place.

Mistress Mandy held the red key that would release this lowly male slave from the uncomfortable chastity device.

"I really like it!"  Mistress Vicki exclaimed.

"The design is incredible."  Mistress Mandy added.

The two women stepped forward and began to handle the cage.  This lowly male slave felt a tug here and a wiggle there.  They studied the device very carefully.

Each touch made this lowly male slave a little more aroused.  The battle of flesh against plastic was beginning.  Blood rushed into his cock, causing an erection to begin.  The plastic bit into his flesh, causing this lowly male slave considerable pain.  Soon, the erection began to wilt.

"God!  I love it!"  Mistress Mandy's voice was full of happiness.  "I only wish it were made of silver."

"Mistress, may your pussy boy speak?"  This lowly male slave asked, fearful of punishment.

"If he believes he has something worth saying."  She replied in a threatening tone.

"The device was created and patented by Princess Shandra."  This lowly male slave stated matter-of-factly.  "It is also available in stainless steel or gold plating.  The Countess and Mistress Martha chose plastic for this lowly male slave so that he could pass through airport metal detectors."

"I'll have to order a couple."  Mistress Mandy commented.

"That may not be necessary Mistress."  This lowly male slave mumbled in fear.  "The Countess has sent you three of them; one plastic, one silver, and one gold.  They are in my luggage."

"In whose luggage?"  She barked the question as she turned to face this lowly male slave.  Her eyes burned with rage.

"Oh, God!"  This lowly male slave trembled in fear, realizing his terrible mistake.  "This pussy boy is terribly sorry.  They are in this pussy boy's luggage."

She grinned, her wrath either gone, or fake.

Mistress Mandy turned and walked to another cabinet.  She opened the door and was very careful not to let this lowly male slave see what she held.  She returned to where this lowly male slave stood.

"Dinner will not be ready for about two more hours."  The gleam in her blue eyes indicated that she had developed a devious plan on how that time should be spent.  "Perhaps we can take advantage of your little contraption."

She brought her right hand from behind her back.  She held two large feathers.  She kept one feather, and handed the other to Mistress Vicki.

Paralyzing panic consumed every tiny part of this lowly male slave's body.  This lowly male slave is horribly ticklish.

"Please, no!"  His desperate plea echoed around the stonewalled chamber.  "God, no!  Please have mercy!"

Mistress Mandy placed her hand under this lowly male slave's chin and pointed his face at hers.

"Just when was the last time I showed your pitiful little cunt any mercy?"  She asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Please, My Lovely Goddess of my Most Passionate Desire, don't torture you pussy boy like this!"

"Answer the question!"  She hissed.

"Please Mistress!"  This lowly male slave pleaded.  "It was two weeks ago, Mistress.  You showed this worthless pussy boy great mercy by not making him count his strokes while he wore the tongue press.  Your mercy was great when you removed the tongue press."

"Jesus!"  Mistress Vicki shouted.  "I wish I could have seen that."

"It was wonderful."  Mistress Mandy replied.  "Pussy boy, why don't you tell Mistress Vicki all about it?"

"Yes, Mistress."  This lowly male slave dejectedly replied.  He really did not want to humiliate himself by recounting the story.  "This worthless pussy boy kissed the pussy of His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire without permission.  He was punished by having his tongue place in a horrible tongue press."

"I didn't think the tongue press was horrible.  I thought it was delightful."  Mistress Mandy interrupted.

"Then His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire tied the worthless pussy boy over a bondage horse and tied his pathetic little balls to the floor."  He continued.

"It was a gorgeous sight!"  Mistress Mandy interrupted again.

"Then His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire gave him ten strokes with a crop.  She could have made him count while his tongue was brutally squeezed in that horrible thing."  He explained to Mistress Vicki.  "But, she was merciful to this worthless pussy boy."

Mistress Vicki shook her head in mock astonishment.  "I sure wish I could have been there."

Mistress Mandy looked at her with sympathy.  "Well, at least you can enjoy him now."

The words had just eased from her lips when both ladies attacked the defenseless pussy boy with the feathers.

They started by feverishly tickling his underarms, sides, and stomach.  The mistresses were giggling and chuckling as their pussy boy screamed for mercy and writhed in uncontrollable agony.

This lowly male slave was breathless from the screaming and gasping.  They pulled the feathers away from his upper body.

Precious seconds of rest ensued.

Then this lowly male slave felt a very light tickling on his inner thigh.  Mistress Vicki was carefully working her feather along his thighs.

This lowly male slave began to shiver and squirm in a futile attempt to escape the feather.  He started to beg, but Mistress Mandy placed her feather lightly upon his lips.  The feather lightly tickled his lip.  He understood the feather was meant as a signal to keep him from talking.

Mistress Vicki now began to run her feather around this lowly male slave's testicles.  The light tickling of his balls felt heavenly.  But, his cock started to grow.  The plastic of the cage pressed hard against his throbbing manhood.  His cock grew a little more.  The plastic began to bite into his engorged flesh.

This lowly male slave's erection began to wilt under the pressure and pain of the plastic rings.  Mistress Vicki was carefully observing her toy.  She immediately increased the pressure of the feather on his genitals.  This lowly male slave's cock began to swell again.  Once more, the pressure of the plastic rings on his cock caused mild pain.  Mistress Vicki continued her ministrations with the feather.

Now this lowly male slave's balls started to fill with the blood that could not enter his constricted cock.  The ball sac pressed against the rigid plastic.  Agonizing pressure began to build against his two sensitive spheres.

"Uuuugggghhhhh!"  This worthless pussy boy moaned in agony.

The sexual frustration of his constant partial erection was becoming unbearable.  Now, the swelling of his balls was sending excruciating pain deep into his stomach.  He wanted the cage removed.  He wanted the pain to stop.  He wanted to cry.  Most of all, he wanted to cum!

Mistress Vicki knelt in front of the worthless slave.  She roughly squeezed his swollen nuts.  She giggled at his tortured scream.  She increased the pressure on his balls as Mistress Mandy continued to press the feather against his lips.

He groaned.  He screamed.  He wanted to beg for mercy.  He wanted to beg to cum.  He struggled not to defy his mistress' wish that he not talk.  He moaned loudly, but did not talk.

Mistress Vicki leaned forward.  She playfully kissed the head of his withering cock.  She flicked her tongue in a swirl around the head.

This miserable slave gasped at the touch of her tongue.

She pulled away and stood.

"It's time for dinner."  She said in a suddenly disinterested tone.  "See ya' in a little while."

With that, both mistresses left the room.

This tormented lowly male slave slumped in his bonds.  His arms pulled against the chain dangling from the ceiling.  He lowered his head against his chest.  He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.



Chapter 3 - As The Sun Slowly Sinks In The West


This lowly male slave stood in the dungeon with his arms pulled over his head and his feet spread wide.  He was not gagged or blindfolded.  He was very sore between his legs.  He was also extremely frustrated.

God!  He needed to cum!

Suddenly, he was startled from contemplating his misery.  He heard the dungeon door creak.  The opening in the door allowed bright light to shine into the dingy chamber.

Two female slaves entered the room.  Both were naked except for wrist and ankle cuffs and collars.  The two girls giggled as they pointed at his groin.  Apparently they found his fiendish cage quite amusing.

One of the slaves approached him.  She was short, probably five-foot tall.  She was very petite and shapely.  She had warm blue eyes and blonde hair that fell just below her ears.  She was very pretty.

"I'm Brianna, but you can call me Bree."  She said in a soft, but matter-of-fact voice.  "Mistress Mandy sent us down here to feed you."

"May this worthless pussy boy speak?"  This lowly male slave questioned the young woman.

"Sure," Bree said in a delightful voice.  Then her tone changed to disgusted, "And you can drop that slave talk, too."

"This pussy boy is under very strict orders from his mistress to use the slave talk.  He is afraid if he stops, he will get in trouble."

"Suit yourself."  She quipped with disbelief in her voice.  She turned and left through a side door.

The other slave approached.  Her long hair and eyes were both black and shiny.  She was taller than her cohort was.  She was probably about five-foot seven-inches tall.  She was chubby, but not obese.  She had large breasts and no distinguishable waistline.  Her face was round but pretty.  If she lost twenty to thirty pounds she would be stunning.

"Hi, I'm Tiffany."  She smiled.  "But everyone calls me Tiff."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."  This lowly male slave told her.  "This pussy boy wonders if you might be able to free him from these things."

"I'd love to, but ..."  Her words were cut off in mid-sentence.

"We were told to leave you there."  Bree sounded disappointed.  "We'd love to release you, and fuck your eyes out.  But, orders are orders."

"Damn the luck!"  This lowly male slave muttered in displeasure.

"Well, we've got two weeks."  Tiff giggled.  "Maybe we'll get our chance."

Bree chuckled in amusement as she began washing this lowly male slave with a warm cloth.  Her strokes were gentle and soothing.  The warm water felt heavenly on his hot, sweaty skin.

This lowly male slave had lost track of time while enjoying the "bath" from Bree.  He was startled back to reality by Tiff's voice.

"We get to feed you while we eat."  Tiff said, then giggled.  "It should be a real hoot trying to feed you with our fingers."

Tiff had brought a serving tray and a collapsible stand, like the ones used in restaurants.  Sitting on the tray were three plates with steak, fries, and vegetables.  There were also three glasses of lemonade.

"We don't normally get steak for dinner."  Tiff explained.  "I guess we have you to thank for the nice meal."

"It's a pleasure to bring you something enjoyable."  This lowly male slave quipped.

"I'm sure I can think of some way to repay you."  Tiff said with a wry smile and a wink.

The two women stood by the tray, eating their food.  They found it much easier to feed this lowly male slave if they stood.  Otherwise, they would be standing up and sitting down so often that they could not enjoy their own meal.

"The food was delicious!"  This lowly male slave told the women.  "Compliments to the chefs.  This pussy boy would also like to say that the servers were both wonderful and beautiful."

Both women leaned against him and planted kisses on his cheeks.

Bree began clearing the dishes as Tiff disappeared into the galley.  Tiff reappeared with a bowl of warm water and a clean cloth.  She began cleaning the food from this lowly male slave's mouth and chin.

"Does it hurt?"  Tiff asked.  She rubbed the plastic cage that surrounded this lowly male slave's genitals.

"It's uncomfortable most of the time, especially that bar that separates the balls.  But, when an erection starts, the plastic cuts into the flesh and hurts like Hell."

She pulled her hand back.  "Sorry!  I didn't mean to cause ..."

"It's O.K."  This lowly male slave whispered to her.

"I bet Mistress Mandy takes it off and fucks you half to death."  She grinned widely.

"You think so?"  This lowly male slave asked impishly.

"I know I sure would."  She leaned over and kissed me passionately.

"Hmmm, this pussy boy would like that."

We both chuckled.

"Hey Tiff!"  Bree had stuck her head through the side door of the galley.  "You can play with him after the dishes are done."

"I guess I have to help."  Tiff grumbled.  "See ya' later"

"Bye!"  This lowly male slave whispered as she left the room.

Again, this lowly male slave stood alone in the chamber.  Again, he was in his typical attire; cuffs, collar, and the cage.  Again, he was in his typical position; stretched in some form of bondage.  And, Again, he was in his typical condition; horny and frustrated.


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Half an hour had passed as this lowly male slave felt sorry for himself.

The door creaked.  A beam of bright light penetrated the chamber.  A shadowy figure moved through the beam.  The door closed with a growling moan.

Mistress Mandy gracefully walked toward this lowly male slave.  Oh!  What a sexy walk she had.

She leaned forward and kissed him forcefully.  Her tongue probed deeply into his mouth.  Her hot breath warmed his throat.  Her arms squeezed tightly around his chest.  His legs buckled as he gave in to her passion.

She stepped back.  She gazed up and down his stretched body.  She focused on the plastic cage that tormented his manhood.  She chuckled.

"Mistress?"  This lowly male slave sought her permission to speak.

"Yes?"  Her reply was short, but pleasant.

"Does My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire wish for her pussy boy to continue using slave talk?"

"It's kind of cute.  Don't you enjoy talking like a slave?"

"It's very difficult to remember."  This lowly male slave complained.  "And, what if this pussy boy gets so used to talking slave talk that he screws up in public?"

"That could be a problem."  She raised her brow in a frown.  "I guess you'll have to be very careful not to screw up."

"Yes Mistress."  This lowly male slave said, disappointment filling his voice.

Mistress Mandy placed her finger over this lowly male slave's lips to quiet him.  She walked to a cabinet.  She reached for something.  She turned and walked back to him.

"I believe I owe The Countess and Princess Shandra a lifelong debt for selling these to me."  She grinned and held up a small packet.

It was a drug patch.  Hopefully, the patch was a good one.  The kind that made his erections last for hours and made him multi-orgasmic.  This lowly male slave desperately hoped it was not an evil one: the ones that made him horny as Hell; that caused uncontrollable erections that lasted for hours; and that refused to let him cum.

Mistress Mandy removed the patch from the package.  She knelt beside him and fastened it above his ankle.  She rose to a standing position.

Her hand began tracing along the plastic of the cock and ball cage.  "What should we do about this little treasure?"  Her hand began rubbing his lifeless cock.

The drug would soon cause him an uncontrollable erection.  If left on, the cage would bite deeply into his manhood.  It would be a brutal torture.  It could cause serious injury.

"Please take it off."  This lowly male slave begged.  "It will kill your pussy boy when the drug takes effect.

She placed her finger on his lips.  She curled her brows, mocking a deep meditation.

"Watching the plastic strangle your cock would be a real turn-on."  She paused as if seriously considering the choice.  "But, it would ruin my plans for the rest of the your time here."

She pulled the key from her bra.  She knelt in front of her victim and unlocked the cage.  She removed the plastic monster and laid it on a small table.

"I'll have the girls clean it up.  We want it nice and clean for your return to The Countess."

Her words had just registered in his mind when the flow of blood rushed back into his groin.

"Aaaaggghhhhh!"  He shouted as the tingling sensation overwhelmed him.  He tried to grab himself, only to be denied by the chain holding his arms over his head.  He lowered his head and emitted a deep groan of misery.

Mistress Mandy watched in fascination as his face went through the contorted expressions that signaled each phase of his distress.  A smile graced her lips as she enjoyed his suffering.

Slowly, the tingling dissipated.  A slow, uncomfortable throb replaced the pain.  A huge sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"I'll never fail to be amazed at the beauty of seeing a man suffer."  She grinned.

He lowered his eyes and moaned.

She reached above him and unclipped his cuffs from the chain.  His arms ached terribly from being stretched above him.  She did not allow him to flex them.  She immediately pulled them behind his back and clasped them together with a small clip.

He wiggled and shrugged his shoulders trying to get his arms to quit aching.  Mistress Mandy chuckled at his distress.

She knelt behind him and removed the spreader bar from his ankle cuffs.

He lifted his right leg and flexed the knee several times.  With his foot off the ground, he rotated his ankle in a small circle.  After a few seconds, he repeated the procedure with his left leg.

Mistress Mandy walked in front of the lowly male slave.

"I'll take you on a tour of the house before we go to bed."

Her face was beaming that familiar evil grin.  She reached down and grabbed his now fully erect cock.  Using his manhood as a leash, she led him out the door and up the stairs.  She turned her head to him when they reached the top of the stairs.

"When we're done with the tour, I'll see how much cum I can milk from you tonight."



Chapter 4 - Meet The Press


Tuesday morning arrived much too early for this lowly male slave's liking.

Mistress Mandy had taken full advantage of the drug patch.  She took him while he was spread-eagled on the bed.  She used her strap-on to take him doggy-style while his hands were clipped to his ankles and his face buried in the mattress.  She took full advantage of his well-trained tongue to repeatedly bring her shivering climaxes.  Try as he might, he lost track of her climaxes at ten and his own at five.  Oh!  Those patches are so wonderful.

The gentle touch of a soft hand on his shoulder awakened this lowly male slave.  Attempting to roll over, he trapped his bound hands beneath him.  Still half asleep, he struggled to get to his other side.

Tiff was standing next to the bed desperately trying to suppress a giggle.  She reached out and helped him to sit on the side of the bed.  His wrist cuffs were clipped together, holding his hands behind him.  She made no effort to free his hands.  She used both hands to lift him to his feet.  She surprised him with a light kiss to his lips.

Tiff walked around the bed and knelt beside her mistress.  She spoke softly, begging her mistress to wake up.  After several soft requests, Mistress Mandy grumbled a response and slowly came to a state of consciousness.  She rolled over towards her pussy boy and looked surprised to see him already standing.

"I see Tiff has already gotten you up."  Her voice was raspy and she still acted groggy.  She let her head sink back into the pillow.  "God!  I hate mornings."

"Breakfast will be ready in half an hour Mistress."  Tiff volunteered hesitantly.  "May your slave be of any assistance?"

"No, thanks Tiff."  The blonde mistress mumbled.  "I'm going to take a shower, and slave drew can help me."

"As you wish Mistress."  Tiff answered.  Turning to this lowly male slave, she winked.  "May your slave be excused to help in the kitchen?"

"Sure."  The groggy mistress replied.

Tiff headed out the door.  Mistress Mandy grabbed this lowly male slave's hand and led him to the shower.

"Mistress?"  He asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"  She replied in a semi-coherent tone.

"Your pussy boy could assist you much better if his hands were free."

She slowly turned him around and unclasped the clip that held his hands behind him.  She clumsily loosened the buckles of the straps holding the cuffs on his wrists.  She laid the cuffs and clip on the vanity.

"You can remove the ankle cuffs and collar yourself."  She grumbled.  "Hell, it would take me all day the way I feel."

"You look beautiful Mistress."

"Well I sure don't feel it."

"A nice warm shower will help change your mood."

He turned the water to a warm setting and helped Mistress Mandy into the shower.   Lathering the soap in his hands, he gently massaged her shoulders and back.  She began to relax as he slowly worked his fingers down her back and caressed her hips.

"Oh g.b.!  That feels heavenly."  She purred like a cat.  "Where did you learn to massage like that?"

"One of The Countess' slaves taught your pussy boy."  he whispered in her ear.

"Maybe I should send Tiff to The Countess for some lessons."

"She could stay with your pussy boy for awhile."  He quipped with a snicker.

"You horny little devil.  I bet you'd put a smile on her face."  She giggled playfully.

The shower was fun, but finally was finished.  Clean and refreshed, this lowly male slave toweled Mistress Mandy dry.  She sat at the vanity and began combing her hair.

"I'd like you to wear your company golf shirt and a pair of slacks for the press conference.  I'll get you a team hat to wear.  Everyone on the podium will have one."

"You mean your pussy boy doesn't have to go on stage in his cuffs and collar?"  A hint of sarcasm was detectable in his playfulness.

"If you get too mouthy, I'll make you wear the cage under the slacks."  She fired back.

Not sure whether she was playing or serious, he quickly became humble.  "No Mistress, your pussy boy will behave himself."

"I figured you'd see it my way."

"Mistress, there is no other way."

She chuckled.  "Flatterer!"

Leaning over, he pecked her cheek with a kiss.  Then, he quickly darted into the bedroom to get dressed.


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The press conference was very exciting.  The commissioner made the formal announcement and introduced Mandy to the press.  Mandy thanked him and placed a new Conquistadors' hat on his head.  Mandy then introduced the mayor, gave him a hat, and let him give a short speech.  Then she introduced the governor, gave him a hat, and waited as he made a few remarks.

Mandy gave a short, beautiful speech praising the efforts of all the officials that made the franchise possible.  Then she promised to build a winning tradition.  She promised to develop a team that was mentally and physically intimidating in the tradition of their Spanish namesakes.

Next she announced her staff, a mixture of football and business professionals.

The team did not have a coach yet, but she hired a highly successful executive to head up football operations.  Fred Klein was respected around the league as a savvy football man.  He had rebuilt two franchises from pretenders to champions.  Now, he was going to start from scratch.  It was his job to build the Conquistadors into a champion.

She likewise had an experienced person to lead the financial group.  Joe Schmitt had been Assistant Financial Director of the Raiders for ten years.  Now, he had his chance to be Director of Financial Affairs for the Conquistadors.

The marketing and promotions manager was a former mistress.  Cheryl Jones promised to promote the image of toughness for the organization.  Her responsibilities would include the ticket sales group, the merchandising group, the marketing group, and the cheerleaders.  She had worked with Mandy on the uniform design as well as the cheerleader and mascot costumes.

"The last person I would like to introduce to you is a valuable key to a successful franchise."  She grinned at this lowly male slave as he stepped forward.  "The world is now built on technology.  The team needs technology to assist the coaches.  The ticket sales group needs technology to handle demand.  The merchandising group needs technology to advertise and track sales of team merchandise.  Our new fans will expect a world-class web page with pictures, biographies and statistics."

She put her right hand around this lowly male slave's shoulders.  "Drew Thomas represents Castle Technologies, the finest information technology company in the Midwest.  Drew is organizing our information systems to make every aspect of our franchise function as smoothly as humanly possible."

Giving a big wave to the crowd, this lowly male slave eased away from her without having to say anything.  The thought crossed his mind that The Countess would be thrilled with the free advertising the firm had just received.

The showmanship of Mistress Mandy was never more evident than during the modeling of the uniforms.

Two big macho men strutted onto the stage wearing the home and visiting uniforms.  The visiting jerseys were white, with black letters, and trimmed in scarlet, yellow, and black; The home jerseys were black with white letters, and white, yellow, and scarlet trim.  Both uniforms had gold pants with one broad black stripe, flanked in a thin yellow stripe and then a thin scarlet stripe.  The helmets were gold with a black stripe trimmed in yellow and scarlet.  The logo on each side was a Conquistador charging into battle on a horse.  They looked awesome.

Mandy walked over to each player and gave him a big hug.  Then the two studs began a mock blocking drill, banging into each other.  It was an impressive display.

Next, two female mascots rode onto the stage on black horses.  They wore black halter-tops trimmed in scarlet, that accentuated their large breasts, and tight gold riding pants.  They wore black knee-high riding boots.  They also wore black elbow-length gloves and carried shiny swords with gold hilts.  Their heads were covered with a golden helmet similar to the ones worn by Spaniards of olden times.


The press "oohed" and "awed" at the sight of the beautiful Conquistadoras as they rode around the stage several times.  Their beauty and fantasy-like appearance truly captivated the crowd.  Looking at the crowd, this lowly male slave was sure he saw a lot of the male reporters squirming in their seats.  The warm feeling between his legs told him why.

But the best was yet to come.

The last group to model their costumes was the Conquistadoras.  Six cheerleaders burst through the curtain and strutted across the stage.  They wore the same black halter-tops trimmed in scarlet as the horsewomen.  The wore gold hot pants and black knee-high boots.  In their hair, they wore tiaras of gold.  They were definitely the sexiest, most provocative costumes in the league.  Eat your hearts out Dallas.  Move over Oakland.

The conference then became a question and answer session for the vultures of the press.  They asked all the typically stupid questions we have come to expect.  Mandy graciously handled every stupid and sometimes pointed question.  Occasionally she would defer a football question to the director of football operations.  She once deferred to the commissioner.

One reporter asked about the mascots and cheerleaders.

Mandy smiled as she replied.  "Our team will look intimidating, act intimidating, and play in an intimidating fashion.  It only makes sense that our mascots and our cheerleaders play a similar role.  As you can see, our cheerleaders will be sexy, provocative, mysterious, and INTIMIDATING."

The press chuckled.  If only they knew how intimidating these women could be.



Chapter 5 - Lights, Camera, Action!


The rest of the week was a constant blur of meetings.  Organizational and informational meetings of the football staff were coupled with meetings about the nightclub and the dungeon.  Every day from eight o'clock until six o'clock was filled with business at its fastest pace.

The evenings were relaxing.  Mistress Mandy let this lowly male slave unwind without the normal slave duties.  Tiff and Bree would give Mistress Mandy and this lowly male slave massages.  Mistress Vicki ran the household.  No one had the energy to engage in bondage or dominance.

Mistress Mandy let this lowly male slave sleep in her bed.  She allowed him to sleep unbound, in the nude.  She did not even make him wear the cuffs and collar.  The mistress and her pussy boy snuggled together, but had no strength to do anything but sleep.


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Friday morning was the photo shoot for the Conquistadoras Calendar.  Photos of the mascots and cheerleaders were going to grace each month.  The one catch in the plan was the need for a male model to portray a football player being captured and tormented by the squad.  Of course, Mandy already knew whom she wanted to play the victim.

It did not matter that this lowly male slave had no experience in front of cameras.  She knew he did have a lot of experience being the victim of several lovely ladies.  Mandy had no doubt that he would be perfect for the role.

We arrived at the Coliseum very early that morning.  What a marvelous structure it was.  The team was going to play their games here.  It needed considerable repair and remodeling, but the vastness of the stadium was awesome.  Its Romanesque style perfectly fit the image of the Conquistadors.  

This lowly male slave's arm was grabbed by the photographer's assistant.  She dragged him to a locker room.  She stood there as he stripped and put on a football uniform.

"Couldn't you pick someone other than the Cowboys?"  His complaint went unheeded.  "If only you knew how much I hate the Cowboys."

"Quit your bitching or I'll gag you until the shoot starts."  Her tone was that of a mistress about to unload on a disobedient slave.  "Besides, the role you're playing is the villain.  What better team to be the villain than the fucking Cowboys."

"Yes Mistress."  The words flowed from his lips before he could stop them.

"Good!"  She snarled.  "You might as well figure on being submissive all day.  The photographer is a mistress.  And, by the way, so are all of the Conquistadoras."

An involuntary groan escaped this lowly male slave's lips.  She smiled.


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We worked for an hour on the January photo set.  The plot was simple.  A Cowboy player wearing a white jersey, silver pants, and a silver helmet was running to escape the two Conquistadoras on horseback.  Hundreds of pictures were taken of the two dark-haired beauties, with their long hair flowing behind them, chasing him down the field.  They started in the end zone, while he started at the fifty.  They had him surrounded, at sword point, before he reached the goal line.

The photographer let this lowly male slave rest between each take.  The toll of running forty yards while being chased by horsewomen was incredible.  They were giving him Gatorade to keep him from dehydrating.  His chest was heaving as he struggled to get his breath.

By the third take, he was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt and grass stains.  The assistant told him that the effect was awesome.  The beautiful horsewomen in their splendid costumes running down a dirty, sweaty opponent that looked half dead.

February's set was the captured Cowboy being led behind the horses to the Conquistadoras hideout.  His hands were bound before him with thick hemp rope.  The rope was wrapped five turns around his wrists and looped between his hands to tighten the bonds.  The rope was long enough to stretch to the saddlehorn of one of the horses.  His jersey had been ripped to look like a struggle had occurred before he was subdued.  A makeup artist applied fake cuts and bruises to his face to make the scene more realistic.

March's theme had him tied to the crossbar of the goal post.  His arms were stretched above his head.  His jersey was torn in several more places.  His shoulder pads were showing through the torn fabric.  The flap on the left shoulder pad was pulled out of the fabric to look like he had been brutally tackled.  Two of the Conquistadoras were near him.  One was holding a sword.  The other had her finger pointed in his face as if she were threatening him.  Actually, she really was making threats.  Each threat seemed very real.  After all, she was a real-life mistress.

Each month's theme centered on the Cowboy being abused by different combinations of the Conquistadoras.  April's set had his jersey dangling from his shoulder pads by a few threads as he was tied to the upright of the goal post.  May's action had him chained to the lockers in a spread-eagle.  June showed him in chains, dragging a duffel bag of footballs while two Conquistadoras followed him with whips.  July saw him tied to a weight machine in the weight room.  August's theme had him chained to a tackling dummy with a Conquistadora tackling him.  September showed him in a tattered uniform, covered with dirt and grass, holding a football while being buried under a pile of the cheerleaders.  October showed him in the dirty uniform, being dragged on a leash by a Conquistadora wearing a Halloween mask.  November saw him wearing the uniform, while hog-tied with an apple in his mouth, on a huge platter.  The platter was in the middle of a Thanksgiving spread with all eight of the Conquistadoras sitting at the table holding knives and forks.  December showed him in the uniform, wearing a Santa's hat as he lay hog-tied in front of the fireplace with a bag of toys next to him.

Needless to say, the sessions were very exhausting, and very arousing.  By the end of the ten-hour session, everyone was irritable.  Imagine being in a photo shoot where you are tied up most of the time with eight tired mistresses as models, one tired mistress as an assistant, one tired mistress as the photographer, and one very tired mistress as the boss.  It did not take long for this lowly male slave to figure out that his best behavior was his only chance for survival.

When the shoot was finally finished, the assistant untied this lowly male slave from the hog-tie.  She acted impatient as he stretched his stiff, aching arms and legs.

"Mistress?"  He asked suspiciously.  It had dawned on him that he did not even know her name.  "It's too late now, but a video of this shoot would have been awesome."

"Well drew, it's never too late."  She grinned.  "We can re-shoot tomorrow for a video if you'd like."

His frown caused her to chuckle.  She leaned against him to whisper in his ear.

"We had already thought of a video.  Mandy will send a copy to your mistress."

Another groan escaped his lips.  Then he smiled.  All of his mistresses would love the tape.



Chapter 6 - Party Time


The photo shoot had ended, and this lowly male slave had expected to shower and get dressed.  To his surprise, the assistant led him into the locker room.  She handcuffed his hands behind him as he whimpered from the steel biting into his wrists.  She had left him dressed in the tattered, filthy uniform, complete with shoulder pads.  She led him out a side door and dumped him into the back seat of a limousine.

The engine started.  The limousine began to move.  Struggling to a siting position, he looked at the driver.  She was dressed like a chauffeur.  She did not look familiar.

"May this lowly male slave ask where he's going?"

The driver never answered.  Assuming that no amount of pleading would get an answer, he laid back in the seat.

After a considerable drive, the limousine pulled onto a long winding lane.  At the end of the lane was a gorgeous mansion.  The driver guided the vehicle behind the mansion.  The engine stopped.  The door opened.  The driver helped this lowly male slave out of the car.

"I was told to blindfold and gag you."  She said with no emotion in her voice.

The blindfold was fastened around his head.  A small ball gag was popped between his teeth.  The gag was buckled around his head.  He was guided into the mansion and through several turns.  They walked down a flight of stairs.  A heavy door creaked.  They walked several feet.  They stopped.

"Stand here.  Don't move."  The driver said.

The clicking of her shoes on the floor told this lowly male slave that she had left the room.

Here he stood in the middle of a room in the basement of a mansion.  Whose mansion was it?  No one had told him.  Why was he here?  No one had told him.  Was he in danger?  No one had told him.  Surely Mistress Mandy had planned this.  Or, had she?

The door creaked open.  Several sets of footsteps clicked and clacked on the floor.  The floor sounded like it was made of stone.  How quaint?  This must be another dungeon.

"I can't wait to get this damn costume off."  A woman complained.  The voice sounded familiar.  It was one of the Conquistadoras.

"I think we should leave them on."  Another Conquistadora said.  "I think their sexy ... and very seductive."

"Fine!"  The first woman whined.  "We'll all wear the damn things."

Standing in a strange dungeon with your eyes blindfolded and your mouth gagged makes conversation very difficult.  How many women were in the room?  What were they going to do to this lowly male slave?  How long was he going to be here?  Did Mistress Mandy know he was here?  There was no way to ask anyone for answers.

"Stand still or you'll be whipped."  A voice behind this lowly male slave commanded.

Leather cuffs were fastened on each wrist.  A chain was fastened to each wrist cuff.  The handcuffs were removed.  His arms were guided out to the side.  The chains were tightened.  His arms were pulled upward at an angle.

"Get that fucking Cowboy's shit off of him."  A third voice said.  Again the voice was recognizable as one of the Conquistadoras'.

The sound of fabric tearing and the tugging on his upper body told this lowly male slave that the jersey was being removed without concern for its condition.  The shoulder pads were unstrapped and lifted over his head.  The sweaty t-shirt was ripped from his body.  The rubber-spiked cleats and smelly white socks were removed from his feet.  The tight football pants were tugged from his legs.  A hand began to play with his manhood through the fabric of his underwear.  Slowly, the last piece of clothing was removed from his body.

Cuffs were fastened around each ankle.  His legs were forced apart.  Chains were fastened to the cuffs.  The position was all too familiar.  He was locked in a standing spread-eagle in the middle of a dungeon.

"Mandy sent these two packages."  One of the women stated.  "She says the red one will make him multi-orgasmic for hours.  The blue one will keep him hard and horny, but won't let him cum."

The room buzzed with chatter among the ladies.

"I say we use the blue one."  The whiny one said.  "I don't want his fucking cum in me."

"Oh!  Get a fucking life Brittany!"  Another scolded.  "He's been an absolute doll all day.  I vote for the red one."

From his vantagepoint, the red one was better.  It seems most of the ladies agreed, or at least he hoped they did.  A patch was place on his left leg.

The patch was not needed to get him erect.  The excitement of the dungeon activities had already accomplished that goal.  The patch would keep him erect for hours if they left it on him.

"O.K. slave."  A voice was directly in front of this lowly male slave.  "Mandy says we can keep you until noon tomorrow.  You'd better hope this silly patch works.  Between the eight of us, we can probably fuck you the entire time."

"I say we have some fun with him first."  Someone hollered from behind this lowly male slave.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"You'll see!"

Footsteps clacked across the stone floor.  A cabinet door closed with a dull thud.  Footsteps clacked again, growing closer to this lowly male slave.

A finger lightly traced across his chest.  It tickled.  It scratched.  It swirled around his nipples.  Several fingers traced down his legs, tickling as they slid across his flesh.  They moved up the back of his leg.  They rubbed the cheeks of his butt.  They traced playful circles around his back.

"His skin is awfully clean for a slave."  The woman hissed.  "It would look a lot better if I could put some scars across it with a whip."

"I agree, but Mandy said no lasting marks."  A different voice offered an opinion.

"What a pity!"  The woman who was tickling him said.

Suddenly, a shiver went through this lowly male slave.  A feather was lightly tickling his right side.  The feather moved up and down his side and across his stomach.  Struggle as he might, the chains held him fast.  The gag muffled his shrieks, turning them into garbled sounds.  His body was thrashing in wild reaction to the merciless feather.  Tears seeped from beneath his blindfold.  Goosebumps covered his entire body.

"Jesus!"  Someone in front of him said.  "Look at that boner!"

"Pretty impressive for a little pussy slut."  A different woman commented.

The drug patch was now in full effect.  Coupled with the bondage and the excitement of the situation, the drug had his cock at full attention.  The assistance of the drug was very nice, as this lowly male slave is not very well endowed.  Some men brag about eight or nine inch cocks.  The Princess measured this lowly male slave once and said he was only five inches.  The few times he could see, he thought he seemed much larger with the drug patch applied.

The tickling had stopped while the women examined his engorged staff.  The brief break allowed him catch his breath.

All too soon, the feather returned.  Then another feather touched his legs.  His body convulsed in vain attempts to escape the feathers.

The torturous tickling continued for several minutes.  Finally exhausted from its efforts to fight the torment, his body collapsed.  The chains on his wrists pulled his arms brutally upward as all of his weight was thrust upon them.  His body hung limply as he lost consciousness.


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The splash of cold water hitting his face startled him back to life.

Ice cold water soaked his hair.  Frigid droplets trickled down his body, sending shivers through his torso.

His eyes opened.  The blindfold had been removed.  His jaws ached.  Realizing that the gag was gone, he moved his tongue around the inside of his mouth.

Standing in front of him were the eight Conquistadoras in full costume.  It was an incredible sight.  The eight young mistresses from the Los Angeles area were very pretty.  All right, they were drop dead gorgeous.  That is why they were picked to be Conquistadoras.

Two of the ladies stepped forward.  They released his arms from the chains.  They did not allow him to stretch or flex his aching arms.  They immediately pulled his arms in front of him and clasped the cuffs together with a clasp.  His legs were unchained.

One of the women grabbed his wrists and pulled him toward the door.  Struggling to regain his coordination, he followed clumsily behind her.  She took him upstairs to the second story.  She led him into a bedroom.  She flung him forward onto the bed.

Her partner was right behind him.  Shortly after he hit the bed, he was stretched with his hands still clasped together.  A rope was looped between the wrist cuffs and secured him to the headboard.  His legs were pulled to the footboard by separate ropes.  They were secured about shoulder width apart.

Helplessly stretched out on the bed, he gazed at the woman who straddled his chest.  There was no fear in his gaze, only a questioning look.

"We want to keep your mouth available for our pleasure."  She stated in a blunt, unemotional tone.  "We don't expect to hear a word from you."

His headed nodded forward to acknowledge her command.  If he didn't piss them off, there was a chance this could be very enjoyable.

Glancing at a clock on the bedside table, he saw that it was nine o'clock.  A growling noise told him his stomach had not tasted food since early that morning.  No one gave him any reason to believe he would receive any food in the near future.

Time or food never again entered his mind.  A steady stream of gorgeous Conquistadoras used him for their pleasure.  They would fuck him until they had climaxed several times.  Some of them would have him tongue them to orgasm before they mounted his cock.  Two of them made him lick his cum out of their pussies after they had cum several times.  The night was one big blur of hot, wonderful sex.


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Expecting another Conquistadora to be mounting him, he looked up.  Instead, two mistresses were untying him from the bed.  Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was nine thirty.  It had been over twelve hours of non-stop sex.  The drug patch had certainly performed well.

The two Conquistadoras pulled him from the bed.  His legs were shaky as he stumbled to his feet.  His hands were still clasped in front of him.  The drug patch was no longer attached to his leg.

One woman grabbed his wrists and pulled him out the door.  They proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen.  She forced him to the floor next to a metal bowl filled with scrambled eggs.  The other woman brought him a bottle of Gatorade.

"Eat and drink slowly."  The woman commanded.  "I don't want you hurling chow in the back seat of the limo."

Slowly, he ate the food and sipped the Gatorade.  His body desperately needed the nourishment.  The eggs were very tasty and had bits of bacon scattered through it.

"Well, slave drew," the woman said, "you were very pleasing.  Now I know why Mandy talks so highly of you."

"Thank you mistress."  This lowly male slave's voice cracked as he talked.  "This lowly male slave tries very hard to please his mistresses.  He can only hope that he does not fail too badly."

"I just can't figure out how a pathetic, groveling slave like you can be one of the nation's leading computer gurus."  She looked at this lowly male slave inquisitively.

"Mistress, that paradox confounds this lowly male slave most of the time."

She chuckled.  There was nothing else to say.



Chapter 7 - Honey, I'm Home



The limousine pulled in front of Mistress Mandy's mansion.  The driver left the engine running and walked to the front door.  Seconds later, Mandy emerged with the driver.

The rear door opened and Mandy gasped.

She was staring at this lowly male slave.  He was completely nude with his hands locked behind him in metal handcuffs.  His body was covered in dry sweat, dirt, grass, and a little blood from the photo shoot.  He was still wearing make up that simulated bruises and cuts.  His face and groin were caked with dried cum and pussy juice from the ensuing party.

"For Christ's sake, g.b.!"  She grinned with a forced smile, but her eyes were consumed with worry.  "You look like Hell!"

"If your pussy boy looks anything like he feels, Hell doesn't begin to describe it."

"Are you O.K.?"

"Just sleepy and sore."

"And well-fucked from the looks of you."

"Not many men could go twelve hours with eight women."

"Don't act so proud.  Without the patch you couldn't either."

"Ah, Missy, why do have to be so damn logical?"

"To keep horny little sluts like you from getting too cocky."

A defeated sigh hissed through his lips.

"Let's get you a hot bath and some sleep."  She grabbed his arm and led him into the house.  "Are you hungry?"

"No, Missy.  They finally fed your pussy boy this morning."

"You mean they fucked you all night without feeding you first?"  She asked.  "God!  I hope my football team is half as ruthless as my cheerleaders."

"God help the rest of the league if they are."  This lowly male slave moaned.

A big smile erupted across her face.

"Amazing!  Just fucking amazing!"  She blurted loudly.  "You can be tortured half to death and still have a sense of humor."

"Mistress, do you really consider being constantly fucked by eight beautiful women for twelve hours torture?"

"Un-fucking-believable."  She muttered.

This time, he smiled.


   **************


The pressing of warm flesh against his back pleasantly woke him from his sleep.  Delicate fingers traced circular patterns on his arm and shoulder.  A soft kiss gently tickled the back of his neck.

"How long has your pussy boy been out?"  This lowly male slave asked in a groggy tone.

"Six hours."  His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire whispered.  "I can't let you sleep too long or you'll get your days and nights mixed up."  She chuckled softly.

"What is your pussy boy, a slave or a baby?"  He asked.

"Is there any difference?"  She chuckled again.

An exasperated sigh was the only response this lowly male slave could muster.

"How about a quickie before we eat?"  Her voice was playful.

"This pussy boy would never want to disappoint His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire."

"And I would never let him!"

She rolled him on his back.  She straddled his hips.  She bent forward and suckled his nipples as her short blonde hair tickled his chest.  Her head moved forward and their lips met in a deep, hot kiss.

The moist warmth between his legs told this lowly male slave that she had slipped his raging manhood into her fiery womanhood.  She slowly thrust her hips sending shudders of delight through his loins.  His hips thrust back at her, but she eased away.  She was in control.  She would have it no other way.

Blissful minutes passed as she slowly thrust herself onto his shaft.  The orgasm was slowly, torturously building within this lowly male slave.  She used her weight to prevent him from thrusting back at her.  A few more thrusts from her powerful thighs sent both mistress and slave into mind-shattering orgasms.


    ***********


Dinner was a wonderful spread.  Tiff and Bree had worked very hard to make a special meal to celebrate their Mistress' new businesses.  They had prepared steak, baked potatoes, green beans, and a special dessert.  The table was set with five settings of the best china and silver.  A huge golden candelabra sat in the center of the table with six candles flickering to illuminate the room.

In honor of the occasion, the two female slaves were allowed to wear dresses.  They both looked stunning.

The meal proceeded along very quietly.  Everyone was enjoying the food too much to talk.

Mistress Vicki glanced at this lowly male slave.  "Slave drew?"  She said, breaking the silence.  "Mistress Mandy tells me the photo shoot was fantastic."

"To be honest Mistress, this pussy boy doesn't have the experience to know how it went."

"So modest!"  Mistress Vicki replied.  "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was a lot of fun, but it was very hard work."

"Did you like working with the Conquistadoras?"  She pressed further.

"It was a fantasy come true, Mistress."  A pleasurable sigh involuntarily forced its way from his mouth.  "Captured by eight gorgeous female warriors.  Tortured for twelve hours.  And to have it all captured on camera, what a dream."

"And it's on video as well."  Mistress Mandy interjected.  "In fact, it's the special feature in the parlor tonight."

Four incredibly wonderful women chuckled and giggled as one incredibly lucky slave blushed.


    ************


When dinner was finished, the two female slaves cleaned the dishes.  This lowly male slave was instructed to join the ladies in the parlor.  Mistress Mandy motioned for him to sit in a loveseat next to her.  The conversation was light and friendly.

The slaves entered the room after cleaning the dinner mess.  They sat together on the sofa.  We watched the edited video of the Conquistadoras tormenting the Cowboy.  The video was well produced and quite erotic.   By the time it was over, all five of us were a little flushed.

Mistress Mandy stood and held her hands up to hush the chatter of her two slaves.

"This has been an incredible week.  The football operation is beginning to come together.  The nightclub is taking shape.  The new dungeon has received licensing from the city.  Our New York and Los Angeles dungeons will soon be linked to each other.  Our toys will be sold on the net.  Everything is falling in place.  Dozens of people have been instrumental in these accomplishments.  But, without the people in this room, I don't think I could have brought it all together."

"Vic, you've given me a place to call home."  She blew a kiss at the other mistress.

"Tiff and Bree, you've served your mistress well.  You can be proud."  She winked at them, causing both of them to blush.

"And, drew ...."  She shook her head in wonder.  "Is there anything you can't or won't do to please me?"

This lowly male slave blushed as well.  He shook his head.  He would do almost anything to please his mistresses.  All ten of them!

"Vic and I have decided that tomorrow is a free day for drew and Tiff.  You can have the pool and the recreation room."  She smiled as Tiff squealed in delight.

Then all eyes focused on Bree.  The disappointment was obvious on her face.  A solitary tear trickled down her cheek.  Tiff looked at her friend with sorrow.

"Bree,"  Mistress Mandy looked at her sternly.  "You, of course, will be punished for your insubordination."



Chapter 8 - I'm Free


This lowly male slave cannot yet comprehend the value of a free day.  Tiff and Bree have been slaves for two or three years.  They rarely have time to themselves.  Their mistresses control every minute of every day.  Even in his new state of part-time servitude, this lowly male slave still has more free hours than he does slave hours.

Tiff was disappointed that Bree was being punished.  Still, she had free time and knew she had to make the most of it.

Because of her punishment, Bree had fixed breakfast without Tiff's help.  Bree was cleaning the kitchen, dressed only in cuffs and collar.

Tiff was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts.  She was not wearing a bra or panties.  Still, she had commented on how strange it felt to wear clothes in the house.

This lowly male slave was also wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts.  Wearing clothes felt perfectly normal to him.


   ***************


Tiff and this lowly male slave were playing pool in the recreation room.  She was winning, largely due to his chivalry.  Yes, he let her win.

Mistress Mandy walked into the room and handed a small packet to Tiff.  "It's water-proof.  Use it if you like.  It's your choice."  Mandy turned to this lowly male slave and winked.

The slave's black eyes gleamed with delight.  She had a free day.  Now, she had her very own male sex slave.

She wasn't the only one happy about the arrangement.

The merriment was briefly dampened as we heard Bree sobbing.  She was being led downstairs to the dungeon.

"It's a shame she screwed up, but she really deserves to be punished."  Tiff said.  She saw this lowly male slave's confusion.  "She was upset by your special treatment.  She has no right to question the mistresses or how they choose to treat someone.  She said some nasty things to Mistress Vicki."

"She won't be mad at this lowly male slave, will she?"  A look of remorse crossed his face.  "Causing problems is the last thing this lowly male slave wants to do."

"It's not your fault.  It's hers for thinking that way."

"Still ..."  His thoughts were cut off by her devilish laugh.

Tiff had slowly inched toward him while they were talking.  She lunged toward him.  She wrapped her arms around him in a tight bear hug.  She planted a warm, wet kiss on his lips.

"She'll get over it."  She kissed him again.  "Let's make the most of our time."

She opened the packet and knelt beside this lowly male slave.  She pressed the patch onto his skin just above the ankle.

"Will you be able to swim with that on?"  She asked with a wicked crook in her smile.

"It's water-proof."  His reply was simple.

"That's not what I meant."  She growled, looking at his groin.

"If this lowly male slave can't swim, he'll just have to make love in the water."

"My thoughts exactly."  She grabbed his hand and led him to the pool.

This lowly male slave watched as she slowly lifted her t-shirt over her head.  She was being very seductive, and he loved every second of it.  She slowly eased her shorts down her legs.  She stopped at the knees and gave him an exaggerated moon shot.  Then, she pulled the shorts over her feet and tossed them aside.

She turned and looked at this lowly male slave.  Her gaze seemed to be asking why he had his clothes on.

"This lowly male slave is at your service"  A slight bow at the waist emphasized his point.  "Would Mistress like for her slave to strip?"

"No, she would not!"  Her reply seemed a little harsh.  "Mistress would like to strip her slave with her own hands."

Sounded fun to this lowly male slave.

It was.

She started by slowly pulling his shirt up to his armpits.  She leaned over and playfully kissed his chest.  She pressed her hip against his erection.  She continued raising his shirt, playfully tickling his arms with her fingers as she did.  She took his shirt and rubbed it teasingly against his cock.  She giggled as his cock bounced against the fabric of his shorts.  She tossed the t-shirt aside.

Now, she grabbed his waistband.  She pulled his shorts downward at a tantalizingly slow rate.  The waistband caught the head of his cock.  She used the situation to further stimulate his already throbbing organ.  With a small yank, she pulled the shorts free of his manhood.  She giggled as his shaft bounced up and down.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip.  Then she swirled her tongue around the head.  She pulled her head back.  She finished removing his shorts and tossed them on top of his shirt.

They both stood completely naked.  They were both highly aroused.  An evil grin crossed her face.

"So, you're my slave?"  She cooed playfully.

"Yes, Mistress Tiffany."  His reply sounded so natural.

"Kneel!"  She commanded.

He dropped into the slave kneel, with his butt on his heels, his back straight, and his hands resting palms up on his thigh.  She smiled at his pose.  She recognized it from her own servitude.

"Stay!"  She commanded again.

She walked to a small cabinet near the pool.  She returned with a length of rope.  She took his hands and faced them palm-to-palm.  She winced as she looked at his rope burns from Friday's photo shoot.  She wrapped his wrists with five loops of the rope.  Then she wrapped a loop between his wrists, pulling the ropes tight.

"Does my slave like to be fucked while he's tied down?"  She asked in a cynical tone.

"Your slave likes anything that pleases his mistress."  The reply eased from his mouth.

"That is not an answer!"  She growled.

"Your slave loves to be fucked while he's tied down more than anything in the world."  He answered truthfully.

"I kind of figured that!"  She grinned.

She dragged this lowly male slave into the grass and pushed him to his knees.  She helped him to lie down on his back.  She took the rope, pulled his hands over his head, and tied the rope to the fence.

She straddled his face.  "My slave will not get fucked until he pleases his mistress."

Enough said.  His tongue immediately began probing her labia.  She was already highly aroused.  Her slit was drenched in her love juices.  His tongue lapped at her juices and sent shivers coursing through her body.  After a few minutes of teasing, it only took one flick of her clitoris to send her shuddering into an intense orgasm.  Her body quivered for several seconds.

She shimmied down his body, resting her dripping pussy on his belly.  She kissed him passionately, sucking her own juices from his mouth.  She kissed him for two or three minutes.

"Is my slave ready to cum for his mistress?"  She cooed playfully.

"God! Yes!"  The raspy pleas gasped from his breathless mouth.  "Please fuck your lowly male slave."

She slid her pussy over his throbbing shaft.  She slowly tortured him, refusing to let him speed up the tempo.  Just before he was ready to explode, she stopped.

"Is my slave sure he likes being fucked by his mistress?"  She grinned as she saw his agony.

"Oh!  Yes Mistress!  Your slutty pussy boy slave loves to be fucked.  Please fuck him until he cums."

She raised her hips higher than before.  She slammed her pussy down on his cock.

His orgasm exploded like he never remembered one before.  It must have lasted two minutes.  In his year as a pet and slave, he had been screwed hundreds of times by more than twenty women.  Never had an orgasm so totally overwhelmed his senses.  He collapsed against the grass for a couple minutes.

"God, Tiff!  That was the most incredible orgasm this pussy boy has ever had!"

"It was awesome for me, too."  She frowned.  "But, now I'm going to have to punish you for not calling me 'Mistress.'"

"Please Mistress!  Don't punish your pathetic slave.  He is very sorry.  He meant no disrespect.

She put he finger over his lips.  "If your Mistress lets this sin go unpunished, it will only encourage you to be disrespectful in the future."

She turned around and began to lick her juices and his cum from his cock.  She licked and sucked until he was nearing another orgasm.  She sensed the exact moment to stop.  Another second and he would explode again.  Now, he would suffer in frustrated agony until she let him cum.

She turned back around and slid forward until her pussy was covering his mouth.  His tongue frantically licked her slit and cleaned all of his cum from her treasure cove.  Flicking his tongue, he playfully drove her to the brink of her own orgasm.  Refusing to touch her clit, he teased her mercilessly.

"My pathetic slave doesn't cum until his Mistress does."  She hissed in frustration.

Spurred on by the promise of his own release, he flicked his tongue against her clit several times.

"Oh!  Fucking Christ!"  She bellowed in a shrill voice.  Her body quaked with a ferocious orgasm.  She moaned repeatedly as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

His tongue flicked her clit again.

She gasped as another orgasm followed the first.  She was paralyzed with ecstasy.  Her entire body trembled.  Her second orgasm began to diminish.

Struggling to breathe under her pussy, this lowly male slave gasped one large puff of his hot breath against her clit.  A third orgasm crashed through her body with a scream and several more shudders.

Totally spent, she collapsed beside his head.  It would be minutes before she could move her wonderful body.

It would be minutes before this lowly male slave would get his relief.

She gasped for breath, as this lowly male slave moaned in agony.  Her shivering body was crumpled next to this lowly male slave.  Her leg was touching his chest.  Every shudder of her body sent a shiver through him.

"Please Mistress!"  The desire was too much for him to bear.  "Please let your slave cum."

She rolled over and placed her mouth on his cock.  Almost immediately, his body stiffened and he shot load after load of cum into her mouth.  She swallowed most of it, but some trickled down her chin.

She snuggled against his stretched body.

"Jesus, drew!"  She whispered.  "That was unbelievable."

"It was for me, too, Mistress."

Both mistress and slave collapsed in total exhaustion.


    ***********


Tiff and this lowly male slave had slept for about an hour when he was awakened by the sound of someone walking in the grass.

"I don't suppose I can join in the fun?"  Bree whispered.

"You'll have to ask this lowly male slave's mistress."  A smile crossed his lips.

"Mistress Tiffany?"  Bree asked softly.

"Uugghhh?"  Tiff grumbled incoherently.

"Does the mistress have room for another slave?"  The blonde's voice was pleading

"Slave?  Hell!  That little pussy slut needs another mistress!"

A wicked grin crossed this lowly male slave's face.  "Not lil' ole' me?"

Bree climbed upon his chest.  Her nipples were red from abuse.  Her breasts and stomach were covered with large pink spots, the size of a ping pong paddle.  Her face was stained from tears.

"Are you O.K.?"  This lowly male slave's eyes betrayed his concern.

"I'll be fine."  Bree whispered.  "I got off pretty easy.  They let me have the rest of the day as free time."

"That's fine for you, but this lowly male slave now has two mistresses to please."

"Well, get to it!"  She giggled.

Her pussy was soon smothering this lowly male slave's face.

Oh! What a lucky man this lowly male slave was!


   **************

Tiff was lying on her side in the grass.  She was admiring the bodies of her "sister" Bree and this lowly male slave.

Bree was collapsed on top of this lowly male slave, who had tongued her to several wonderful orgasms.  She had rewarded his service by slowly screwing him until both of them had cum at the same time.

Tiff debated whether she should spend her free day enjoying her rare access to an erect male.  The two women rarely had sex with a man.  But, likewise, they rarely got to swim.  Perhaps they should do both.

She looked again at the middle-aged male slave lying underneath her cohort.  She was very concerned for his health.  He had been through a grueling week.  The flight to California and the week full of meetings had taken their toll on his strength.  Despite all of their efforts to allow Mistress Mandy and slave drew to rest in the evenings, Friday had left noticeable signs of fatigue on his face and in his eyes.  The twelve hours of the photo shoot had been very physically demanding.  He had run from the horsewomen several times to get a good take.  He had been dragged behind the horses.  He had been in bondage most of the time.  Then, the Conquistadoras had taken him to a party and almost fucked him to death.  He needed relaxation.

"Drew?"  Tiff whispered.

This lowly male slave turned his head toward her.  He did not speak because he did not want to awaken Bree.

"You need some rest.  Do you want the patch taken off?"

He shook his head lightly from side to side.  He did not need the sex.  He was very satisfied.  But, he did not want to deprive the female slaves of their opportunity.

Bree startled at this lowly male slave's slight movement.  She rolled off of him and fell back into her sleep.

Tiff slowly forced herself to her feet.  She began to untie this lowly male slave from the fence.  She left his hands bound securely in front of him.  Taking the loose end of the rope, she led him to the patio.  She sat in a chair and made him kneel before her.

"Surely you have had enough sex for a few days?"  She looked concerned, not critical.

"This lowly male slave wishes for his two mistresses to enjoy their day.  He has plenty of free time.  His mistresses only have one day to enjoy their freedom and their slave."

"You look tired, almost sick."  She whispered with concern contorting her beautiful face.  "You have had little rest and a ton of stress the past few weeks.  Your training, jet lag, and all of those meetings have taken a toll."  She sighed in worry.  "And, those fucking bitches almost killed you."

"Tiff, don't worry."  He replied.  "This lowly male slave is tired, but he has enjoyed every minute.  He even enjoyed the Conquistadoras."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"If you and Bree want to remove the patch, that's fine.  But, if you want to leave it on, this lowly male slave will gladly try to please you.  You both deserve something special."

"You're so sweet."  She had a small tear forming in her eye.  "We want to make you happy, just like you want us to be happy."

"Tiff, the mistresses make this slave call himself 'this lowly male slave' as a reminder that he is to please ALL women, even female slaves.  It is the sole purpose of his service."

She raised from her chair and knelt in front of me.  She hugged me fiercely.  She planted another passionate kiss on my lips.

"Do you want me to untie you?"  She asked.

"This lowly male slave wishes for his mistress to enjoy him as she pleases.  If his mistress wants to enjoy him through bondage, that is his reward.  If she wishes to untie him and play in the pool, then that is his reward."

"God damn it!"  She whispered in frustration.  "You're so cute I can't make up my mind."

"Well, I think we should untie him and see how that prick of his works in the water."  Bree announced from behind this lowly male slave.  "If it doesn't work in the water, you can tie him up again."

Tiff untied this lowly male slave's hands.  She lifted him up and led him into the water.



Chapter 9 - On A Clear Day You Can See Forever


Monday was supposed to be filled with meetings, meetings, and more meetings.

Tiff had asked permission to talk "frankly" with her two mistresses.  She had told them that slave drew was very fatigued and needed more rest.  She was afraid that he had been over-extended, especially Friday night.

Mistress Mandy examined this lowly male slave.  She looked deep into his eyes.  She studied his face.  She agreed with her slave's assessment.

Mistress Mandy cancelled all meetings for Monday.

Everyone slept late Monday morning.  It was ten o'clock when Tiff piled into the bed beside this lowly male slave.  She wrapped her arms around him and smothered his mouth with a long, passionate kiss.  She eased away as she felt his growing erection press against her.

"Sorry!"  She said.

"For what?"  This lowly male slave asked in confusion.

"For getting you excited.  We don't have permission to do anything today."

"It'll pass.  Don't worry about it."  This lowly male slave said.

This lowly male slave realized that his companion was wearing a t-shirt.  The slaves were rarely dressed in the household.

"Why the t-shirt?"  This lowly male slave asked his companion.

"Mistress Mandy has declared today a sight-seeing day."  She answered.  "We're all going on a tour of Los Angeles."  She paused, then grinned.  "We get to wear clothes like real people."

She stood up, causing her t-shirt to hang just below her crotch.  It barely covered her butt and pubis.  She looked very sexy in the snug-fitting top.  She looked good enough to eat.  She looked good enough to ....  She saw this lowly male slave staring at her.  She glanced at the growing erection between his legs.

"Thanks for the compliment.  It's very flattering."  She quipped as a smile spread across her face.

"It sure is!"  Mistress Mandy chuckled from the doorway.

"Sorry, Mistress!"  Tiff said as she bowed her head.  Her body was flushed with embarrassment at being caught by her mistress.

"No need to be."  Mistress Mandy replied.  "He's the one that should be sorry, the pervert."  She smiled before this lowly male slave could apologize.  "Tiff, why don't you take care of that thing before breakfast."

"Yes, Mistress."  She replied eagerly.  "Thank you, Mistress."

She yanked her t-shirt over her head.  She took one step and launched herself through the air, landing in the bed.


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The kitchen was like a sea of knowing smiles when Tiff led this lowly male slave through the doorway.  She was wearing the snug-fitting t-shirt.  This lowly male slave was in a t-shirt and gym shorts.

"Did your wake up call meet your approval, sir?"  Bree asked in a playful tone as she stood by the stove.  She was also wearing a form-fitting t-shirt that barely covered he shapely butt.

"Outstanding!"  Was the one word reply from this lowly male slave.

"I hope you saved something for the kitchen staff."  Bree remarked while fighting back her urge to giggle.  Finally composing herself, she bowed at the waist.  "Breakfast is served, sir."

All five people in the room burst in to laughter at Bree's grand bow as she announced the meal.

Bree had prepared a delicious meal of bacon, eggs, toast, coffee, and juice.  Everyone sat at the table and enjoyed a lively conversation while consuming the food.

This lowly male slave always marvels at the interaction between mistresses and slaves.  The ten mistresses this lowly male slave serves can be very strict, yet they can amaze him with their light moments.

This was one of those occasions.  After months of strict mistress/slave relations, this lowly male slave's presence had allowed the two female slaves to enjoy several periods of free time.  It was like being in the room with your sister and her friends on the morning after a slumber party.  Everyone was laughing and joking.

Tiff rose to clean up the dishes.  Mistress Mandy and Mistress Vicki stood to leave the room.

"Dress like a tourist.  You know, golf shirt, shorts, and sandals."  Mistress Mandy told me.  "But, no underwear."

"Your wish is this lowly male slave's command, Mistress."  A devilish grin accompanied the comment.

"Just don't ever forget that fact!"  She chuckled.  She grinned wickedly.  "Would you like for Bree to help you dress?"

"This lowly male slave would like whatever pleases his mistress."  The standard reply eased from his lips.  "But, if his Mistress has no preference, this lowly male slave would love the assistance."

Bree lunged at her male companion.  She reached on her tiptoes to peck his cheek.  Her t-shirt rode up her hips as she stretched her body upward.  Her butt was exposed to the room, as her sparse, wispy hair rubbed against his thigh.

She grabbed the hand of this lowly male slave.  She pulled gently as she led him out of the room and up the stairs.


    ***********

This lowly male slave had dressed in a black Conquistador's golf shirt with scarlet and gold trim, a pair of gold walking shorts, and a pair of sandals.

Bree was wearing a red halter-top that barely contained her perky breasts.  The cups of the halter barely covered her nipples and exposed her well-tanned cleavage.  Her white short-shorts fit snuggly into her crotch and barely covered her butt cheeks.  They didn't look comfortable, but they did look incredibly sexy.

She led this lowly male slave into the den.  They were greeted by another sea of knowing smiles.

Tiff was standing near the sofa.  She had chosen to wear a dark green, knit tank top, with a plunging neckline, and a pair of light gray short-shorts.  The nipples of her ample breasts poked against the clinging material to create an intoxicating sight.

"Well, did the kitchen staff receive its due compensation?"  Tiff asked with a playful smirk on her face.

"You didn't hear any complaints, did you?"  Bree shot back at her with a seductive grin.

"Slave drew, you're going to ruin my slaves if you don't stop using that thing so much."  Mistress Vicki added with a playful chuckle.

The brunette mistress stood up and headed to the door.  She was wearing a red tank top that hid most of her cleavage.  She was not wearing a bra, so her nipples made a pair of noticeable, and wonderful, bulges in the material.  She was wearing modest dark blue shorts that covered three or four inches of her thigh.  Her legs were very shapely.  She was very pretty.

"Should we get the limo, or take the convertible?"  Mistress Vicki asked.

"The convertible will give us a better view."  Mistress Mandy answered.

The blonde mistress lifted herself from the sofa.  She was never very pretty, her face was very plain.  But, she had a body that could not be ignored.  She was wearing a black leather halter that covered most of her large breasts, but not much more.  Her nipples were very visible through the soft leather.  Her smooth abdomen was completely exposed, as was her small waist.  She was also wearing black leather shorts that covered her delicious womanhood, but allowed her exquisite long legs to be in plain view.  She was wearing black sandals with several straps criss crossing her feet and a small heel.

She walked toward the door.  She glanced at this lowly male slave's shorts.  She rubbed at the throbbing erection that made the shorts stand out like a tent.  She shook her head.

"Un-fucking-believable!"  Was all she could say.


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It was nearly noon when Tiff backed the shiny, black Mercedes convertible out of the garage and zipped down the driveway.  Bree sat in the passenger seat beside her slave-sister.  They looked like two rich college girls cruising for guys.

This lowly male slave sat in the center of the back seat.  He was flanked by the two middle-aged mistresses.  Mistress Vicki sat to his left.  She sat slightly leaning toward him to allow for a conversation.  Mistress Mandy had her left arm around his shoulders.  Her right hand reached across her lap and lightly rubbed his thigh.  Of course, her hand would sometimes wander up to his crotch to tease him.


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The sightseeing tour had been going for about five hours.  Tiff had cruised around at the direction of Mistress Mandy, who was playing tour guide.  The blonde mistress from this lowly male slave's past was also playing cock-tease, as she constantly rubbed his thighs and crotch.

The tour had taken the party past several famous sights, such as the Rose Bowl, Chavez Ravine, The Forum, the Hollywood sign, and the likes.

We stopped at the Sidewalk of the Stars and looked at all the famous names.  Walking along the street, everyone looked at us.  Four very sexy women, dressed to seduce, walking with an average-looking, middle-aged man.  This lowly male slave was the envy of every man that stared.

We walked to a sidewalk cafe.  A very attractive redheaded hostess greeted us with a rather scornful look on her face.  She seated us in a secluded corner, near the building.  The location suited this lowly male slave fine.  The view of the street was unobstructed, yet the foot traffic of the sidewalk was not obtrusive.

The dinner was delightful.  The waiter was very courteous.  The conversation was entertaining, and the view was breathtaking, especially the four women at our table.

When dinner was finished, Mistress Mandy burst out in a chuckle, followed by her patented wicked grins.

"You guys want to have some fun?"  She asked.

Everyone consented, wondering what she had in mind.

Mistress Mandy summoned the waiter.

"Is there a problem, madam?"  The waiter asked hesitantly.

"Just a small one."  Mistress Mandy replied courteously.  "I was wondering if you could have the hostess speak to us?"

"No problem, madam."  He scurried to retrieve the snobbish hostess.

"May I help you?"  The lovely young lady asked.  She appeared annoyed at having to talk to the mistress.

"I surely hope so."  Mistress Mandy replied, feigning an annoyance of her own.  "You appear to not like having us eat here."

"Ma'am, I see all kinds come in here."  She paused, then decided to vent her feelings.  "It's nothing personal, but I get irritated at some of these old guys that strut in here with sexy girls hanging all over them."  She let out a breath of anger and glanced at this lowly male slave.  "What's this guy got that makes him so God damned irresistible?"

Mistress Mandy smiled.  "You know, most people would be offended by your attitude."  She chuckled before continuing.  "But, I find it very appealing."

"You do?"  The dumb-founded hostess asked.

"You don't know who this man is?"  Mistress Mandy asked in a tone of disbelief.

"Not really, should I?"  The young redhead answered sarcastically.

"He is the foremost information systems expert in the country.  His firm has just landed the contracts for information systems for The L.A. Conquistadors football team."

"So."  She was obviously unimpressed.

"He is also the most adorable pussy-licking slave I have ever had serve me."  Mistress Mandy said with delight.

"Slave?"  The hostess asked in disbelief.

"Slave."  Mistress Mandy replied.  "Have you ever wanted to have a man grovel at your feet?  Have you ever wanted to have a man tongue you to orgasms, but not let him cum?  Have you ever wanted to tie a man to a wall and tease his cock until he cries?  Have you ever wanted to tie a man to a bed and fuck his eyes out?"

"Jesus Christ!  You're serious!"  The beautiful, young hostess exclaimed in disbelief.  Her expression became very serious.  "I'd love to get my hands on some of these arrogant bastards."

"Well, the arrogant ones aren't worth your effort."  Mistress Mandy replied sincerely.  "But, a submissive man is a treasure that every woman should enjoy."

"I'd love to have a man to totally submit to me."  She said wistfully.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"  Mistress Mandy asked.

Up to now, this lowly male slave had listened in amusement.  Suddenly, he was no longer amused.  His jaw dropped in surprise.

"Not really.  I dumped my last boy friend for being a real dick head."  The hostess answered.  "I get off work in ten minutes.  I was just going to go home and flirt by the pool.  You know, get a bunch of guys all turned on, and then drop them cold."

"If you're interested, Bree can ride with you to make sure you don't get lost."  Mistress Mandy offered.

"What's the catch?"  Her face was apprehensive.  She did not even know these people.

"Nothing."  Mistress Mandy said calmly.  "You come to our place.  You can have drew in the dungeon until eleven o'clock.  You can have Bree and Tiff too, if you like.  The only limit is no permanent marks on any of them.  They're too valuable to scar them."

"You're serious?"  She was still stunned by disbelief.

"Absolutely."  The blonde mistress replied.

"Mary O'Brien."  The redheaded hostess said as she offered her hand to Mistress Mandy.

"Mandy Martin."  Mistress Mandy replied as she shook hands with the woman.

"Mandy Martin?  The owner of the Conquistadors?"  The hostess gasped in amazement.

"One and the same."  Mistress Mandy quipped with a smile.

"God!"  The redhead squealed.  "I saw the press conference.  The Conquistadoras were awesome.  So intimidating!"

"We're looking for more."

"Me?"  Mary blurted out in shock.  "You've got to be kidding."

"First-year girls make eighty-five grand if they work the whole year."  Mistress Mandy offered.

"You've got my interest."  Mary said in a calmer voice.  "When can I find out more?"

"I'll set up an interview with the director tomorrow."  Mistress Mandy said.  "Now, let's get moving.  These three slaves are getting spoiled."



Chapter 10 - The Guinea Pig


Being a slave to an experienced mistress can be scary to any slave.  One never knows what a mistress is like until he has served her for a while.  Some mistresses are harsh; some are gentle.  Some are sadistic; some are compassionate.  The one thing a slave can expect is that an experienced mistress knows exactly what she is doing.

Bondage and torture can be extremely dangerous in the hands of an untrained mistress.  This lowly male slave was very apprehensive about Mistress Mary.  She was completely inexperienced in these matters.  Hopefully, Mistress Mandy and Mistress Vicki would supervise her training.

It was about seven o'clock when Tiff guided the convertible into the garage.  Mary was following in her red Mustang convertible, with Bree in the passenger seat.

This lowly male slave had tried to ask Mistress Mandy to protect her slaves from the new mistress' inexperience.  Mandy had put her finger to his lips.  She said nothing.

Mistress Vicki led the procession into the house, through the kitchen, down the stairs, and into the dungeon.

The three mistresses stopped near the center of the chamber.  Bree and this lowly male slave stopped closer to the door and bowed their heads.  Tiff was not in the room.

Mistress Mary slowly surveyed the stone walls and floor.  Her beautiful green eyes studied the various pieces of bondage furniture and weapons that occupied the dungeon.  She slowly strolled to a side door and glanced into the neighboring chamber.

"Ten cells?"  The redheaded beauty asked.  "Do they sleep in there?"

"Unless we want bed warmers."  Mistress Mandy quipped.  "We have plenty of room for the slaves of visiting mistresses."

The redhead paused to absorb the mountain of information she had already received.  She turned to her blonde teacher.  "What should I do first?"

"Well, first I have to set a few rules.  Good slaves are very hard to find.  I have to protect their value."  Mistress Mandy chuckled at the young woman's confusion.  

Mistress Mandy put her arm around her pupil's shoulder.  She guided her to a position directly in front of this lowly male slave.

"This little pussy boy was my very first slave.  I was just fourteen when I enslaved drew."

"Fourteen?"  Was all the young woman could ask.

"Pussy Boy, how old were you when you became my slave?"

"Your pussy boy was twelve, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  This lowly male slave replied.

The new mistress shook her head in amazement.  "You call him pussy boy, and he answers?"

"He'd damn well better."  Mistress Mandy replied.

"And, you make him call you 'My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire?'"

"Cute, isn't it?"  Mistress Mandy chuckled again.

"Fucking unreal!"  The pupil replied, still not able to believe everything she was hearing.

"Oh! It's very real."  Mistress Mandy calmly replied.  "But, we're wasting your valuable time.  First, here are the rules.  You can't put any permanent injuries or scars on these valuable pieces of property.  There is to be no toilet slave activities.  And slave drew cannot touch another male, not that there is one here."

Tiff had returned to the room with a silver tray laden with cuffs and collars.  She sat the tray on a small table.  Then, she stood next to Bree.

Mistress Mandy turned to this lowly male slave.  "Pussy boy, why are you still dressed?"

This lowly male slave shivered as panic raced through his body.  "Your pussy boy is sorry, Mistress.  He is just a lowly male slave.  He did not know if he should undress or not."

"Well, what in Hell are you waiting for?"  She growled the words in anger.

This lowly male slave immediately began removing his clothes and piling them neatly at his side.  He quickly finished undressing and assumed the slave's kneel at the feet of his two mistresses.

The new mistress looked at the slave.  He was on his knees with his butt resting on his heels.  His back was straight.  His head was bowed.  His eyes looked at the floor.  His hands rested on his thighs with his palms facing upward.

Mistress Mandy took a set of cuffs from the tray.  She attached the wrist and ankle cuffs around this lowly male slave's limbs.  She placed a collar around his neck.  He remained in his kneel.

"Can I hang him on that?"  Mistress Mary turned and pointed at the X-frame in one corner.

"Certainly!"  Mistress Mandy replied.

Mistress Mandy tapped this lowly male slave on his shoulder.  He slowly rose from his kneeling position.  He stood straight, with his head bowed.  His mistress grabbed his cock and led him to the frame.


Mistress Mandy took her slave's right hand and pulled his arm upward.  She fastened the D-ring of his wrist cuff to an eyelet on the frame.  She handed a clip to her pupil.  Mistress Mary fastened the slave's left wrist to an eyelet on the opposite arm of the frame.  This lowly male slave was now facing his mistresses with his arms pulled above him at an outward angle.

Mistress Mandy handed her pupil another clip.  She then knelt and fastened this lowly male slave's right ankle cuff to the leg of the frame.  Her pupil did the same to his left leg.  He now was in a standing spread-eagle.  His legs had been spread beyond shoulder's width until the strain on his arms was increased.  He moaned at the discomfort.  His groin was now fully exposed to the young lady.

"We can gag him if you wish.  But I sometimes prefer to hear him beg for mercy."   Mistress Mandy instructed.  "We could also blindfold him.  It increases his fear if he can't see what we're doing."

"Being my first time, I'd like to see the fear in his eyes."  Mistress Mary said in a dreamy tone.

"God!  You're a natural."  The blonde chuckled.  She leaned over and lightly kissed the cheek of her new pupil.  "The real secret is to use his suffering to make yourself so hot that you can't wait any longer.  You can't rush it.  You have to build your passion to a boiling point.  It adds a whole new meaning to foreplay."

Mistress Mandy led her protege to a cabinet.  They whispered as they reached through the cabinet.  They returned with several things on a tray.

"Watch his eyes.  Listen to his breathing."  Mistress Mandy said.  She reached out and began to fondle his right nipple.  The nipple grew and protruded outward.  She clamped a very stiff nipple clamp on the aroused nub.

"Ssssshhhhhhhh!"  The sound passed this lowly male slave's lips.  Mist began to form in his eyes.  His breathing became a series of desperate pants.

"The pain is very intense at first.  Then it becomes a mind-consuming throb."  She reached her finger to the tortured breast.  She rubbed light circles around the shiny clip.  She flipped her finger and sent the clip into a rocking motion.

"Aaaagggghhhh!"  This lowly male slave screamed in agony.

"The pain has become a throb now.  You can put the next one on him."  The blonde told her student, and handed her the clamp.

The redhead leaned her supple body against this lowly male slave.  She ground her groin against his hips.  Her tongue slowly licked circles around his left nipple.  She took the nub into her mouth and playfully teased it with her tongue.  Her slave began to moan in sexual frustration.  She sucked lightly on the growing bud of his breast.  Without warning, she bit the end of his nipple.

"Oooowwwwww!"  This lowly male slave screamed in pain.  He mustered all of his inner strength not to beg for mercy.

The young mistress squeezed the tortured nipple and placed the clip on it.  This lowly male slave groaned as the sharp pain shot through his delicate nub.  The young mistress licked his breast, bumping the clamp with her cheek.  Each new bump of the clamp sent more waves of pain through this lowly male slave's chest.

"It's amazing how the male of the species reacts to pain."  Mistress Mandy chuckled as she fondled this lowly male slave's throbbing erection.  She reached between her legs and brought her finger to her nose.  She sniffed at the glistening digit.  "It kind of turns me on, too."

She popped her finger into this lowly male slave's mouth.  He sucked greedily.  The younger mistress wiped her finger through her womanhood.  She held it to her face.  It was dripping in juices.  She held her finger to her slave's lips and watched as he licked it clean.

"God!  I'm so hot!"  The redhead whispered to her teacher.  "I guess I should take him down and let him fuck me."

"No!"  Mistress Mandy said forcefully.  "You have to let it build more inside you.  This is for YOU, not him.  You never let HIM fuck YOU.  When YOU are ready, YOU fuck HIM.  You do it your way, never his."

Mistress Mandy took her pupil's hand in hers.  She guided it to this lowly male slave's groin.

"Feel his frustration!"  She commanded as she rubbed the redhead's hand along the engorged shaft.  She forced her hand to encircle the throbbing cock.  She slowly pumped it two or three times.  A moan of frustration hummed across the lips of this lowly male slave.

"Thrive on his pain."  She guided the young woman's hand around this lowly male slave's balls.  She squeezed lightly.  This lowly male slave groaned in agony.

Mistress Mandy removed her hand.  Mistress Mary held the throbbing, feverish spheres in her hand.  She slowly tightened her grip.  The slave moaned.  She tightened more.  The slave whimpered.  She tightened more.

"Eeeeeeggggghhhhhhhhh!"  This lowly male slave squealed as the pain shot deep into his groin.

The young mistress quickly released her prize.  She yanked her hand back in fear.

"It's O.K.!"  The blonde told her.  "Enjoy his pain.  His balls are yours.  You can hurt them if you like."

"I'm so hot I'm going to explode."  Mistress Mary exclaimed to her tutor.

"You're ready."  Mistress Mandy told her.  "But, do you want him to have the pleasure of your body?"

"I've got to cum!"  Mistress Mary gasped in desperation.

"How about letting Bree help you?"  Mistress Mandy suggested.

"A girl?"  The redhead asked in total surprise.

"If you like."  Mistress Mandy replied calmly.  "It will allow you to keep him up there."

"I've never ..."  The young woman began to say.

"It's a night for firsts."  Mistress Mandy told her with a grin.

"What the Hell?"  Mistress Mary exclaimed.  "I might as well."

Bree and Tiff were in their kneeling positions across the room.  Mistress Vicki had placed their cuffs and collars on them.  They were ready for action, if they were needed.

They were needed.

Mistress Mandy began to remove her leather clothing.  Mistress Mary took the cue and began removing her dress.  Both women were soon naked directly in front of this lowly male slave.

Mistress Mandy motioned with her finger.  Both slaves climbed to their feet and quickly walked to their mistress.  The four women walked to a large mat in another corner of the dungeon.  The two mistresses lay on their backs.  The two slaves dove into their respective mistress' pussy.  The room was filled with slurping and ecstatic moans.

Once the slaves had brought their mistresses to orgasms, they were shooed away.  They returned to their former positions as the two mistresses engaged in some serious lovemaking.

This lowly male slave watched in desperate frustration as the two women tongued each other feverishly.  Both had several orgasms as they worked on their partner's treasure.  This lowly male slave was ready to explode.

The two mistresses had collapsed in each other's arms.  Time passed slowly as they recovered from their climaxes.  Mistress Vicki had taken Tiff into the cell chamber.  They returned a long while later, with Mistress Vicki looking very satisfied.

This lowly male slave still hung on the X-frame in a very uncomfortable spread-eagle.  His arms were very sore from bearing his weight.  His legs were stiff from the spread position.  His nipples throbbed beneath the clamps.  His cock raged with lust.  His balls throbbed from arousal and the mild bruising of being crushed by his mistresses' hands.

When Mistresses Mandy and Mary had finally struggled to their feet, they walked to a cabinet.  Mistress Mandy handed her pupil a small leather whip.  The whip had a six-inch handle and a thick twelve-inch tail.  It was not like a long, thin whip that would snap when lashed correctly.  It was more like a flexible crop.  They returned to their slave.

"Start slowly.  Not too hard at first.  You want to hurt him, but not maim him."  Mandy carefully instructed her pupil.

Mistress Mary took the whip and awkwardly flipped the tail against this lowly male slave's balls.  It was a glancing blow.  The slave screamed in pain.  He tried to double over in pain.  His bonds held in tightly spread to the frame.

"Not bad for the first try."  Mistress Mandy commented.  "Go easy until you're sure you have control."

Mistress Mary brought the whip upward and caught both of the slave's nuts.

"Eeeegggghhhhhh!!!!!  This lowly male slave gasped as stars spun before him.  The pain exploded through his groin.  Sickening cramps gripped his stomach.  His erection began to wilt from the pain.

"Not too hard.  He'll pass out."  Mistress Mandy told her.

Mistress Mary raised the whip and traced the slave's cock with the tail.  She teasingly traced around his swollen testicles.  The slave's erection quickly returned to its former size.

"Very good.  You really are a natural."  Mistress Mandy hugged her in praise.  "Watch this."

Mistress Mandy saw that this lowly male slave had recovered sufficiently from the attack on his manhood.  She reached out and yanked the nipple clamp from his right tit.  The metal clamp scraped and pulled his nipple until he could not hold back a scream.  Then he began to gasp and moan.

"His nipple was rather numb.  The clamp hurt like Hell when I pulled it off."  Mistress Mandy explained to her student.  "When the blood starts to return, it tingles with little sharp pains.  It's very painful for a few minutes.  He probably wishes he could die."

Mistress Mary reached out and rubbed lightly across the tortured breast.

"His nipple is on fire."  She gasped.

"Yeah.  Isn't it beautiful?"  Mistress Mandy asked.

"It sure is."  The redhead agreed.  "It's making me hot again."

"That's the idea."  Mistress Mandy chuckled.  "The right nipple has been throbbing for a while.  It probably is a dull throb by now.  Notice his panting has stopped."  She turned to her student.  "Now, it's your turn."

The young mistress began to kiss this lowly male slave's left nipple.  She licked around the clamp.  She grasped the clamp in her teeth and gently tugged.  The slave screamed in pain as his nipple stretched.  She released the clamp from her teeth.  She lightly kissed his chest.  She once again took the clamp in her teeth.  The slave tensed as he sensed more pain.  She yanked the clamp with her teeth, pulling the slave's nipple out an inch before the clamp pulled loose from him.

"Eeeeeeggghhhhhhh!"  This lowly male slave screamed in unbelievable pain.  "Oh, God!   Please stop!"

The blood was now flowing into the previously numb nipple.  The slave was wincing in pain.  His breathing was ragged.

The young redhead leaned forward and began to suck on the enflamed breast of her slave.  He groaned as her lips and tongue caused the pain to intensify.  As his breathing began to ease, she released his breast.  She pulled back and hugged her teacher.

"God!  This is incredible!"  The young mistress exclaimed for the entire dungeon to hear.

"My dear, I think you're in need of some more relief."  Mistress Mandy commented as she fingered the young woman's swollen slit.  "I suggest you take advantage of this pussy-licker's wonderful tongue."

"Sounds like an offer I can't resist."  Mistress Mary gasped.

"If you can resist, you're a lot stronger than I."  Mistress Mandy chuckled.

The two mistresses unclipped this lowly male slave's ankles from the frame.  They reached up and released his wrists.  Mistress Mandy quickly spun him around and clipped his hands behind him.  She led him by one arm to another door.

Inside the next chamber was a large four-poster bed.  This lowly male slave didn't really have the time or the energy to survey the room.

He was quickly shoved onto the bed.  His hands were released and quickly fastened to the headboard.  His feet were spread a little and clasped to the footboard.  He was helplessly stretched in a spread-eagle.

Mistress Mary climbed onto the bed.  She straddled this lowly male slave's face.  She lowered her moist, feverish pussy over his face.  His tongue playfully began to tease her labia.  Slowly he traced her swollen lips.  He was careful to keep his tongue from penetrating her innermost treasure.  All of his training was being used to please the new mistress.  If this was her first time to be pleasured by a male slave, he wanted it to be a time she would never forget.

The young redhead's gorgeous body was glistening in perspiration.  She was being driven to sexual heights she had never imagined possible.  She had been driven to new levels of passion by the suffering of the slave.  She was dripping with arousal from the power she held over him.  His tongue was tormenting her to a state of euphoria.  Her body trembled with anticipation and lust.

The slave could feel the excitement building in his new mistress.  He knew from his training that she was ready.  He knew he could use her lustful arousal to send her into a series of blissful climaxes.  He reached out with his tongue and flicked her hot, swollen clitoris.

"Oh!  Fuck!"  She screamed so loudly her voice echoed through the entire dungeon.  "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"  She moaned as a violently pleasant orgasm ripped through her body.  Her juices shot into the slave's face.  Her entire body trembled and quaked with ecstatic aftershocks.  Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe.  Her sleek, powerful thighs clamped tightly around his head.

She came for at least three minutes as the slave rested.  He was saving his strength for the next round.  She relaxed her thighs.  Her breathing was shallow.  Her body was dripping in sweat.

This lowly male slave knew his mistress was ready for another climax.  He took her clit into his mouth and gently sucked on her most sensitive place.  She gasped in pleasure.  He sucked lightly.  Then he began to roll his tongue around the enflamed clit.  She was moaning without any control of her senses.  The slave flicked his tongue three times very quickly.

"Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!"  The mistress squealed as her entire body froze.

The orgasm shot through her, totally paralyzing her body.  Her cum gushed into his waiting mouth.  Her breathing was suspended.  Her body quaked in violent tremors.  She couldn't move for almost two minutes.

Then, she collapsed.  Her pussy was completely smothering this lowly male slave.  He could not breathe.  He struggled to turn his head.  He had to get air.

The redhead began to move.  She slowly moved her body down his chest.  He gasped for air as she eased her dripping pussy over his cock.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you."  The redhead gasped a very ominous threat.

She slowly rocked her hips, gently squeezing this lowly male slave's cock inside of her.  She tightened her muscles, then relaxed.  Again she tightened and relaxed.  He was sure his five-inch penis was swelling toward ten inches.  She worked her hips in a grinding circular motion while constantly squeezing his cock.  She raised her hips high for one last thrust.

"Cum!"  She shouted as she drove her hips into his.  Her final orgasm consumed her body as she reached the end of her thrust.

This lowly male slave began to shoot load after load of cum deep into her belly.  He could not get his breath.  His body trembled.  His cock continued to spew small loads of cum.  With one final shudder, he collapsed into the mattress as his young mistress fell on top of him.


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This lowly male slave awoke with a shiver.  He was cold.  He reached for a blanket.  His arm would not move.  He was lying on his back.  He was spread-eagled to a bed.  Another chill shuddered through his body.  He focused his eyes.  He was in the dungeon.

The dungeon was lit by the dingy electric torches.

He had no idea of the time.

Slowly, the events of yesterday returned to his groggy mind.  He remembered the sightseeing excursion.  His mind returned to the dinner at the sidewalk cafe.  He could envision the beautiful, young, redheaded hostess.  He began to recall the bondage session on the X-frame.  Then he remembered.  He had another wild evening while spread-eagled in the bed.

He felt well rested.  He must have had more than enough sleep.  His body was stiff from the tightly stretched position in which he was bound.  He wondered how long he had been here.  He wondered when he would be released.

The creak of the dungeon door startled him from his thoughts.

He did not hear any footsteps.  The mistresses normally wore heeled shoes that clacked on the stone.  It must be one of the slaves.  Their bare feet made no noise.

A female figure appeared in the door.  The well-formed body was covered in a Conquistador jersey that barely reached below her crotch.  Her legs were long, slender, and shapely.  The shadows hid her face from his view.

"And how is my precious little slave feeling this morning?"  The female voice asked in a soft, compassionate tone.

This lowly male slave recognized the voice.  It was his new mistress, Mistress Mary.

"This lowly male slave hopes he has pleased his new mistress."  He answered.

"He will please his mistress only if he answers her question."  The young woman's voice assumed a tone of command.

"This lowly male slave is very stiff and sore."  He replied.  "But, he is still very happy to please his mistress."

"I can see why you are stiff and sore."  She said.  "I'm sorry I left you like this all night."

"A mistress never has to apologize to a slave."  He reminded her.

"Still, you sacrificed yourself to please me.  And, then, I leave you here spread like this."

"This lowly male slave is here because he is willing to suffer to satisfy his mistresses.  When they feel good, he feels good."

She leaned over and pecked this lowly male slave's cheek with a gentle kiss.

She began to release his cuffs from the bedposts.  When all four clips were removed, she sat beside him.  She lifted his shoulders and helped him to sit on the edge of the bed.

She leaned over and gave him another pleasant kiss on the cheek.

"Mistress Mandy tells me you're very good in the shower."  She winked as she smiled a wicked grin.  "I could use some help scrubbing my back."

"This lowly male slave would be honored to assist his mistress."


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Feeling much better after a hot shower.  The mistress and her slave walked into her dressing area.  She combed the tangles from her long red hair.  Her supple breasts jutted out as she reached behind her to work on a tangle.  She turned and looked at the slave.

"I really don't have anything to wear."  The young mistress complained.

"This lowly male slave enjoys seeing his mistress without clothing."  A devilish grin crossed his lips.  Thinking better of the situation, he offered a suggestion.  "Perhaps Mistress could wear some of Mistress Mandy's clothes for today."

She grabbed his hand and led him to the closet.  She had him help her select an outfit.  Tight blue jean shorts and a white halter-top.  She smiled at his choice.

"You have very sexy taste."  She quipped with a chuckle.

"The mistress has a very sexy body.  The clothes only accentuate her beauty."  This lowly male slave answered.

"Flatterer!"  She grinned.

This lowly male slave humbly bowed his head and smiled.

"Aren't you going to dress?"  She asked him.

"To be honest Mistress, this slave is not sure of the protocol this morning."

"What do you normally wear?"  She asked.

He glanced at the pile of cuffs and the collar on the bed.

She smiled.  "Well, what in Hell are you waiting for?"

This lowly male slave scurried to the bed.  He hastily attached the cuffs and collar to his body.  He scurried to his mistress' feet and dropped into a slave's kneel.

"Beautiful!"  Was all she could say.

She remembered something in the closet.  She retrieved a leash that matched the cuffs and collar.  She snapped it onto the collar.  With a gentle tug, she led her slave on his hands and knees down the stairs and into the kitchen.


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Tiff and Bree were preparing breakfast.  Both were wearing only cuffs and collars.  Mistress Mandy and Mistress Vicki were sitting at the table sipping coffee.

As the young mistress led her pet into the kitchen, the other four women all turned to watch.  Tiff and Bree both grinned and tried not to be noticed.  Mistress Vicki chuckled.

Mistress Mandy turned to Mistress Vicki.  "See, I told you she was a natural."

All three mistresses began to laugh uncontrollably.

"I could really get used to having a pussy boy to help me shower and keep me happy."

"Well, you can't have this one."  Mistress Mandy exclaimed with a chuckle.  "I offered two million dollars for him, and The Countess turned me down."

The room was filled with gasps.

Tiff and Bree turned around with their mouths hanging open.

Mistress Vicki smiled, having already heard the story.

"Two million?"  The redhead asked.

"He's a very special slave."  Mandy said with a grin.

Tiff and Bree served breakfast.  This lowly male slave knelt at the end of leash beside Mistress Mary's feet.  The young redhead used her fingers to feed her slave bacon and pancakes.  Tiff and Bree continued to stare at this lowly male slave while they sat on the floor and ate their food.

"Two million."  Mistress Mary returned to her earlier thought.  "Isn't that a lot for a slave?"

"Well, if you can capture and train one yourself, you only have to worry food and medical costs.  Usually, a slave is found through luck.  There has to be a chemistry between the mistress and the slave."  Mistress Mandy began.  "If you can't catch one, you can occasionally buy a young slave for about twenty-five grand, if they consent.  It's against the law to sell them without their consent, regardless of any contracts they've signed."

"So, why two million?"

"I told you, he's very special."  Her smile disappeared.  Small tears formed in her eyes  "Thirty years ago, I foolishly let him slip through my hands.  God!  What a dumb ass I was."

The room became silent as Mistress Mandy sulked over her food.  The two slaves still stared in disbelief from the corner.  Mistress Vicki picked at her food.  Mistress Mary alternated bites, one for her, one for her pet.

"I'm sorry."  Mistress Mary finally broke the silence.  "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh, Hell!"  My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire said.  "I have to let it go.  At least I get to borrow him from time to time."  A huge smile eased across her face.


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Mistress Mary was invited to spend the week with Mistress Vicki.  She drove home to pick up some clothes and personal things.  Bree was sent to help her.  They returned, with Bree struggling to carry in the luggage.  This lowly male slave looked at Mistress Mandy for permission to help.  She shook her head.  He felt guilty about not helping, but he could not disobey his Mistress.

The week passed in a blur of meetings.

The evenings were usually spent in light bondage sessions.  This lowly male slave was never sent to the dungeon.  He usually had his hands cuffed behind his back and a small ball gag in his mouth.

Mistress Vicki and Mistress Mandy spent considerable time training their protege.  Most of this training was done with the cooperation of the three slaves.  Tiff and Bree suffered through several training sessions on the proper usage of nipple clamps.  There were also several lessons on proper usage of different types of gags, in which all three slaves assisted.  The mistresses spent much of the time sitting in chairs with slaves as their footstools.  They would discuss treatment of slaves, punishment, and bondage sessions.

Sleeping arrangements were more pleasant than usual.  Mistress Mary had never had female-female sex until Monday.  She alternately had Tiff and Bree spend the night with her.  Mistress Vicki was hesitant to allow her slaves to sleep in beds, as she insisted they would become spoiled.  Mistress Mandy convinced her it would not be problem for one week.

Mistress Mandy had this lowly male slave sleep with her every night.  She wanted to make up for the thirty years she had "squandered."  Some nights she bound this lowly male slave and made love to him.  Other nights, she left him unbound.  This lowly male slave enjoyed either case.


       ******


Mistress Mandy had arranged the schedule such that Friday's meetings ended by noon.
She had planned for Friday and Saturday to be spent saying good bye.

Friday evening, she treated the household to an elegant dinner at one of Hollywood's most famous restaurants.  All five women dressed in very sexy, elegant evening gowns.  Each woman looked stunning.  This lowly male slave wore a tuxedo that Mistress Mandy bought for him.  The only indication that three members of the party were slaves was the gold thumb rings each of them wore.  Mistress Vicki had loved this lowly male slave's ring, so she bought thumb rings for Tiff and Bree.

Friday night found the sleeping arrangements altered once more.  Tiff and Bree returned to sleeping in their cells in the dungeon.  They accepted the change without any protest.  Mistress Vicki and Mistress Mandy slept alone in their respective rooms.

This lowly male slave was a little surprised to find himself instructed to be with Mistress Mary.  Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind.  She did not use a drug patch on this lowly male slave.  She had been talking to Mistress Mandy about male orgasms, and their control and denial.  She could never learn the proper control of a male's orgasms if a drug patch were altering him.

She decided to practice bondage at the same time.  This lowly male slave was bound in several different positions.  She practiced teasing a cock.  She practiced having a bound male please her with his tongue.  She practiced using several different types of strap-ons to take a slave anally.  She practiced for several hours, which this lowly male slave found to be extremely sexually frustrating.

She had several orgasms during the "practice."   However, she was able to prevent this lowly male slave from getting his relief.  It was a very frustrated slave who was cuffed with his hands behind him and his feet together.  He was placed on his left side.  His mistress crawled beside him with her arm on his shoulder.  Her breasts were pressing into his back, and her pussy rested against his bound hands.

Mistress Mary awoke Saturday morning pressed tightly against her very horny and frustrated slave.  She felt very proud of her success in controlling his orgasms.  She rewarded herself by tying him spread-eagle to the bed and taking a "victory fuck."  As she crashed into her second orgasm, she ordered her slave to cum.  He had no problem obeying her command.


   *******


Tiff and Bree had already served breakfast to Mistress Mandy and Mistress Vicki.  The two slaves could not eat until Mistress Mary had been fed.  They stood in the corner in their cuffs and collars as they waited for their third mistress.

"Good morning!"  Mistress Mary exclaimed cheerfully.

She walked to the table, pulling her pet behind her by his leash.  This lowly male slave scrambled on his hands and knees behind his lovely mistress.  Every step she took allowed him to watch her lovely form sway in her t-shirt and jean shorts.  He knelt at her feet as she sat in a chair.

"Good morning, Mary!"  Mistress Vicki greeted her.  "How did your first solo work out?"

"Very well, thank you."  She quipped with a devilish grin.  "Wouldn't you agree, pussy boy?"

"Yes, Mistress."  This lowly male slave confirmed.

Mistress Mandy scowled at her pussy boy.  "Could you elaborate a little more on your assessment?"  She asked in a perturbed tone.

"If Mistress Mary's objective was to drive her slave to intolerable sexual frustration, she performed marvelously."  This lowly male slave answered reluctantly.

"Does my little pussy boy have a case of the blue balls?"  The blonde mistress asked in an unconcerned manner.

"He doesn't now."  This lowly male slave retorted with a grin.

Mistress Mary giggled as her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Un-fucking-believable!"  Mistress Vicki exclaimed before anyone else could respond.



Chapter 11 - Good Bye Again


Following breakfast, Mistress Mandy declared the remainder of the day to be "free time."

Everyone lounged around the pool in casual attire.  

Bree and Tiff started the morning in t-shirts and gym shorts.  They quickly rid themselves of the clothes to frolic naked in the pool.  When they were out of the water, they would put the t-shirt on.  The gym shorts were unused until dinnertime.

The mistresses started the morning in halter-tops or tank tops and shorts.  They had soon discarded the clothing to join the fun in the water.  They had terry-cloth robes they put over themselves when they got out of the water.

This lowly male slave wore gym shorts without a shirt most of the day.  The five women seemed very upset when he left the shorts on in the water.  Taking advantage of the five-on-one odds, they quickly removed the offending garment.

No mention was made of using a drug patch.  Mistress Mandy made a comment about resting this lowly male slave's "over-used pecker" before it fell off.  Throughout the day, the "over-used pecker" ignored the mistress' concern.  The resulting erections provided the ladies a delightful play toy, which proved very frustrating for this lowly male slave.

Late in the afternoon the mistresses prepared and served hamburgers on the grill.  The change of roles provided a welcome opportunity for everyone to have more fun.  Everyone sat around in t-shirts eating and talking.

Before long, the sun had set.  Everyone was tired from the sun and exercise.

"Well, slave drew leaves tomorrow morning.  We probably had better get some sleep."  Mistress Mandy announced.

Mistress Vicki walked to the chair where Bree was sitting.  She reached out her hand and pulled the slave to her feet.  The brunette mistress led the slave into the house.  Mistress Mary likewise led Tiff into the house.  Both couples headed up the stairs.

Mistress Mandy glanced at this lowly male slave.  "Well, pussy boy!  You and I seem to be the only ones left."

She reached out and took this lowly male slave's hand.  She helped him to his feet.  They disappeared up the stairs.


    ********


"Pussy boy, I know you need your rest, but this is our last night together."  Mistress Mandy spoke with a quiver in her voice.  "Is there anything special you'd like to request?"

"My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire, would you take your pussy boy one more time?"  This lowly male slave asked boldly.

"On my terms?"  She asked.

"My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire, there are no other terms."  This lowly male slave replied softly.

She nodded her head as she chuckled under her breath.

She placed a set of cuffs on this lowly male slave's wrists and ankles.  She placed a collar on his neck.  She clipped his wrists to the sides of the collar, forcing his elbows outward from his head.  His ankles were clipped together.

She straddled his hips, trapping his stiffening cock against his abdomen.  She leaned forward and nibbled on his ears.  She tickled his neck with long slow kisses.  He trembled and shivered as she teased his neck and face with her flickering tongue.

Sensing his arousal, she whispered in his ear.  "Not yet, my pet.  You're mistress has just begun to tease you."  

Her tongue moved to his hardened nipples.  She deliberately traced tiny circles around the sensitive nub.  She kissed his chest as she moved to the other nipple.  Once again, she torturously teased his throbbing tit.

His body trembled with desire.  His skin was hot from lust.  He moaned uncontrollably.

She slowly moved her tongue down his chest to his navel.  Grabbing a nipple in each hand, she twisted and squeezed until he gasped in pain.  Her tongue slowly began to penetrate his navel.  She licked circles around the small hole.  He squirmed as her tongue tickled him mercilessly.  She squeezed harder on his breasts.  He groaned in agony.  Her tongue quickly dove deep into his navel.  His body bucked off of the bed in futile efforts to avoid her tickling tongue.

Her pussy dripped from the juices of her arousal.  His bulging erection pushed against her body, unable to penetrate her swollen slit.

She turned around, smothering his face with her pussy.  She slowly licked the head of his throbbing cock.

His moans could be heard from under her hips.  He was desperate to cum.

"My pussy boy will not cum until his mistress cums three times."  She told him as a deep groan escaped his lips.

Desperately this lowly male slave worked his tongue inside her treasure.  He licked in circles to drive her to her first climax.  He took her clit in his mouth and sucked it gently.  Minutes had passed.  He could hardly breath.

One last flick of his tongue sent His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire over the edge.  Her body exploded into a series of orgasmic convulsions.  She quivered on top of him as the waves of bliss cascaded the length of her body.

She slowly pulled herself up.  She turned around and slipped her fiery womanhood over his raging staff.

"Two more times before you can cum!"  She warned him of his obligation.

She slowly churned her hips over his frustrated groin.  He desperately fought to control his orgasm.  He would be punished if he climaxed before she gave permission.

Her second orgasm came quickly.  She shuddered through the small sensations.  It was not very intense, but she enjoyed it anyway.

"Not until I give permission!"  She gasped as her breath eluded her.

She rocked slowly, denying him the room to thrust his hips toward her.  She rotated her hips, grinding her pussy in a circular motion around his shaft.

His moaning was much louder.  "Please Mistress!"  He shouted for mercy.  "Please!"

She said nothing.  She pulled her hips up a little further.  She slammed them into his groin with a brutal force.  A loud groan came from his mouth.  She lifted her hips away from his body.  She started her final thrust into him.

"Cum!"  She whispered as she grunted from the exertion of her thrust.

Her body tensed in an intense orgasm as his cum spewed forcefully inside her.  Her pussy clinched his cock, milking his cum from his exhausted body.  She squeezed his cock with her velvety walls.  His semen was spurting with each squeeze.  Finally spent, the mistress collapsed on top of the lifeless slave.

Minutes passed as they lay enjoying the warmth of the other's body.  Finally catching her breath, Mistress Mandy rolled off of his helpless body.

She released the clips that held his wrists to his collar.  She rolled him onto his stomach.  She clipped his hands behind him.  She rolled him over on his side.  

She looked deep into his eyes.  She planted a hot, passionate kiss on his lips.

"Good night, love."  She whispered to him.

"Good night, My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  He whispered in reply.

This lowly male slave thought he heard her crying as she snuggled her face into his chest.  A moist trail of her tears rolled down his chest.


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Breakfast was informal, but somber on Sunday morning.  Everyone knew that this lowly male slave would be leaving for the airport in an hour.

All five of the ladies were dressed in shorts.  Mistress Mary and Bree wore halter-tops.  Tiff wore a baggy Conquistador's jersey.  Mistress Vicki wore a modest tank top.  Mistress Mandy was wearing a black Conquistador's golf shirt.

This lowly male slave was wearing gold shorts and a black Conquistador's golf shirt that matched Mistress Mandy's.  He had also been forced to wear the evil cock and ball cage.  Mistress Mandy reminded him that The Countess had insisted that he wear it on the plane.

Mistress Mandy had decided to take the limousine to the airport.  The addition of Mistress Mary to the group had made the convertible too small to accommodate everyone.

The female limousine driver knocked on the door.  She took the luggage out to the vehicle.  She stood waiting for the party to leave the house.


    **************


The flight attendant was calling for passengers to prepare to board.  Since The Countess insisted that her staff travel first class, this lowly male slave would board first.

Bree was the first to say good bye.  She hugged this lowly male slave  lightly and a quick kiss on the mouth.  "I enjoyed meeting you.  I hope you come back often."  Her sincere wishes were very welcome in light of our rocky start.

"This lowly male slave hopes so, too."  He hugged her again.

Tiff was next to say farewell.  She had been very forward from our first meeting.  "Hurry back!  I'll miss the free time.  And, don't let your mistresses damage that precious cock of yours."  She gave this lowly male slave a fierce hug.  She locked her lips to his in a passionate kiss.  "See, you've made me hot again!"

"This lowly male slave tried to have you sent with him."  He chuckled.  "He's enjoyed every minute of the time together."

Mistress Mary stepped forward.  She gave a hearty hug and a brief kiss to her slave.  "I'll practice more for the next time you're here."  She said with a chuckle.

"This lowly male slave had no complaints about this time."  He chuckled in reply.

Mistress Vicki encased him with a strong hug.  She lightly kissed his lips.  "Next time your here, I'm going to demand equal time."  She smiled.  "Take care of yourself."

This lowly male slave smiled back.  "Thank you for taking care of this worthless pussy boy.  He can't wait for another chance to serve you, Mistress."

She smiled as they parted.

Mistress Mandy had remained off to one side.  She slowly made her way to this lowly male slave.  Her eyes were misting as tears were preparing to flow.

"The Countess is wise to claim you for her slave.  But, she is a fool not to marry you."  She hugged her pussy boy with all of her might.  "If you ever leave her, I'll marry you in a heartbeat."

"Thirty years ago, your pussy boy would have jumped at that offer."  He looked deep into her tear-filled eyes.  He decided to drop his slave talk for this heart-wrenching moment.  "But, The Countess has captured my heart.  I can't explain it.  She offered to let me come to you.  She offered to release me.  But, something deep down draws me to her.  I love you as a mistress.  I love you more than my own sisters.  I love you as much as I did my late wife.  But, I love her more."

"She's the luckiest woman on Earth."  Mistress Mandy gasped through her sobs.  "I think she realizes that, or she'd have taken the money."

"I think she does."  I was now fighting back tears.  "She just can't convince herself that she can be a mistress and a wife at the same time."

"Well, you take care.  I'll see you in New York next month."  She kissed me deeply for several minutes.

"Remember, no matter where we are, or who we have, I'll always be your pussy boy."  A loud sob escaped my mouth.  "And, you'll always be My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."

We broke our embrace.  

As I headed for the ramp, I heard her voice.

"And in my heart, you'll always be my good boy."


 - the end -