Fisher climbed the stairs slowly, wary of the quiet that hung over the upstairs. As he hit the landing a soft moan emanated from the bedroom and his heart raced as he entered the doorway. There, framed in the soft light of the bedroom lamps, was Sophie kissing another woman. Her crisp white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the top of her supple breasts, and giving just a hint of the black bra underneath. Her hands cupped Jenny's ass, and judging from the way Jenny's body was pressed into Sophie's, Sophie was the one controlling the kiss.
She broke the kiss and glanced over at Fisher, still holding Jenny close. "Jealous Candi?"
"Yes Mistress," he croaked.
"Of course you are slut," Jenny said as she kissed the curve of Sophie's neck. "Her lips are delicious, I can't wait to make you even more envious when I taste more of her."
"Mmmm," Sophie moaned, "I can't wait either, but first, we made a promise to our dirty little slut, didn't we?"
Jenny laughed and kissed her cheek as Sophie winked at Fisher. They broke their embrace and his jaw dropped at what was laid out on the foot of the bed. A dark leather pad with loops and buckles holding an array of toys glared at him, daring him to continue. He made my way to the bed as Sophie waved him over.
She guided Fisher with a hand on the small of his back as she whispered in his ear. "You have quite a night in front of you dear..."
He only nodded as the array of plugs, whips, clamps and restraints entranced him.
"All for you Candi," Jenny said as she stood next to him. "All you have to do is choose."
"But choose wisely," added Sophie, "because if you don't choose well enough, we will choose for you, and you won't like our choices."
"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, his cock throbbing violently against the ribbons.
"Something the matter slut?" Jenny asked.
"I forgot to ask you to put the ribbon on my cock after my spanking Domme Jennifer," He blurted, lowering his eyes and wringing his hands. He hoped the lie would work.
"Yes, you did," Sophie said, her hand massaging Fisher's ass over the short skirt of his uniform. "We will let you retrieve that after you've chosen something for your sissy pussy, and picked out something for me to spank you with."
He knew what she wanted. Something that would show her just how much he was committed to this game. So he pushed his boundaries and pointed to the largest of the medium size butt plugs.
"May I please have that in my sissy pussy Mistress and Domme Jennifer?"
"Good girl Candi," Jenny said as she removed the plug. "Now, for the spankings."
"Would you please spank me with the leather slapper Mistress?"
"Another good choice," Sophie said joyfully, squeezing his ass. "now assume the position."
He bent over at the waist, clasped his fingers behind his calves and raised his head. He swallowed hard as Jenny practically skipped behind him, and he felt the first touch of the unforgiving plug. She slid the tip around his slippery hole and giggled.
"I do love it when a little slut's panties are soaked," she said, "such a dirty little bitch Candi, aren't you? Getting all wet from wearing your sissy clothes?"
"Yes Domme Jennifffff...ungggghhhh!!" Fisher grunted loudly as she stuffed his hole with the plug.
"Ohh, you sound like such a whore Candi," Sophie murmured. "Moan for me again."
Sophie squatted next to Fisher, kissing his ear as he moaned, one hand holding his face, the other stretched out to cup his balls. All the while, Jenny twisted the plug into his ass slowly, stretching him as the lube slowly yielded to the molded plastic. He felt Sophie's fingers slowly drag upward, finding the tip of his cock and pinching it slightly. She rose and the fingers found his mouth. Fisher moaned again as he tasted himself on her fingers and the base of the plug slipped flush.
He could hear the triumph in her voice as Sophie spoke. "Seems you DO like it bitch."
"Yes Mistress," he moaned, "Thank you Mistress, thank you Domme Jennifer."
"Don't thank us yet," Jenny said, "you have no idea how happy I am that you chose this particular one."
Fisher shivered as he felt a low hum emanate from the plug, stopping and then starting again at regular intervals. He bit his lip as the intensity and the frequency slowly increased until there was a constant hum in his ass and he was panting with madness.
"You can go get your ribbon now sissy," Sophie said, "enjoy your walk..."
He stood and the feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The plug, unlike the beads was unforgiving. The solid black rubber offered no relief and the deep vibration reverberated throughout his body.
"Ye...yes Mistressss," he moaned. Fisher took one step toward the door and collapsed to his knees as the intensity was abruptly magnified. Sophie and Jenny laughed as he writhed on the floor in agony, the plug ravaging him in unimaginable ways.
They walked over to him, hand in hand, and smiled down at Fisher as he whimpered unintelligibly.
"A slave to her pussy now," Jenny said, "a true whore."
"I told you she would be," Sophie responded. "next thing you know, she'll be begging to be shown off, pimped out and fucked."
He struggled to speak, but his voice was raspy and his lips quivered.
"What do you think," Jenny asked, a cruel smile crossing her pretty face, "$10 for your mouth, and $50 for your ass, you dirty slut?"
He shook his head from side to side as what felt like an orgasm rushed through him like one he'd never felt before. He became keenly aware of his hard cock rubbing on the dark carpet, and his balls pulling tight. A shrill wail shot from Fisher's lungs and he dug his fingernails into the floor, but then, the familiar rush of ejaculation didn't materialize. He cried softly as the women lifted him to his knees, his eyes downcast, unable to face them.
"Aww, looks like the sissy maid is frustrated." Sophie teased. "No cumming for you."
Sophie placed her hand delicately under his chin and lifted his face. "And you're going to be on your knees quite a bit now Candi, so I suggest you get used to it. Now stop your pathetic blubbering, go and get your ribbon and meet us in the game room, maid."
"Game room?" said Jenny. "Now THAT sounds promising."
"Not quite what you're thinking," Sophie explained, "but I'll be willing to bet that it'll be fun. For us at least..."
She smiled and pulled Fisher to his feet. The humming in his ass had stopped momentarily but the ache remained. Coupled with the tremendous pressure on his cock the entire effect was maddening, especially seeing as how Sophie demanded that he was constantly doing his crossed ankle sissy strut. Sophie whispered quietly to Jenny, and Fisher jumped as the humming began in short low cadence again. Their laughter chased him into the dining room and he picked up the ribbon and scissors with quivering fingers.
Sophie was showing Jenny around the downstairs when Fisher came to the bottom of the wooden staircase. They were silhouetted against the French doors to the patio where Sophie had turned on the floodlights to show off the stonework and landscaping they finished the previous summer. When they turned to face each other, they kissed deeply and Fisher remained rooted to the spot as the soft moans slowly drifted over him. Their hands entwined and Sophie moved Jenny's hands up to her breasts, pulling the smaller woman closer as Jenny again parted her shirt, and rubbed her breasts over Sophie's bra. Sophie bit down on Jenny's bottom lip and grabbed a handful of her hair, whispering things Fisher could not hear. Jenny nodded and lowered her eyes, then her hands went to her own breasts. One of Sophie's hands encircled Jenny's throat just below her jaw and her lips trailed across her cheek to the her ear. Jenny's body trembled as she nodded again. Sophie's face came into view again and she turned toward Fisher slowly, licking her lips and grinning.
"Ready Candi?" she asked simply.
"Yes Mistress," he answered. "I have the ribbon as you instructed."
"Good girl," Sophie said with a smile. "Give it to Jenny and when she is finished I want you bent over the pool table."
Jenny smirked as she took the ribbon and scissors from his hand, working quickly to tie the fourth ribbon on his semi-erect cock. When she was finished, she slapped the underside of the head with her palm, and held it up for Fisher to lick. He obeyed and she smirked again, slapping him across the face.
"Dirty whores deserve to be slapped around," she stated. "Don't you?"
"Y.. yes Domme Jennifer."
"Now go do as you're told before I do it again."
Fisher sauntered over to the pool table where Sophie was waiting, leather paddle in hand.
"Elbows on the side rail Candi," she instructed. "Now, wiggle that cute ass backward until I tell you to stop... Mmmm, good girl. Sexy, don't you think Jenny?"
"Like a porn star," Jenny answered, "smile for the camera bitch..."
Fisher turned toward Jenny and faked his best smile, expecting a flash, but none came. Instead she moved around the table, keeping her phone trained on him, recording gleefully as his smile slowly faded.
"Tell me your name..." Jenny demanded.
"My name is Candi, MMMPHH!" The paddle crashed into Fisher as he finished.
"And what are you Candi?" Jenny asked, keeping the lens on him.
"I am a sissy maid, MMMPHH!"
"And do you like being spanked?"
"Yes Domme Je, MMMPHH!"
"And do you like being dressed in panties and lingerie?"
"Yes Domme Je, MMMPHH!"
"Thank your Mistress sissy slut..." Jenny said.
"Thank you Mistress, I'm a bad girl and deserve to be punished, MMMPHH!"
"What else are you Candi?"
"I am a dirty whore, MMMPHH!"
"I am a cocksucker, MMMPHH!"
"Keep going," Jenny encouraged, "are you a cum slut?"
"I AM a cum slut, MMMPHH!"
"Thank your Mistress cum slut..."
"Thank you Mistress, MMMPHH! I'm a dirty cum slut and I, MMMPHH! deserve to be punished..."
Fisher's ass was on fire now, the leather hot and stinging. But still, Jenny did not relent. He could only watch as she fished a small black circle from her pocket and her thumb grazed one side of it. The humming in his ass came hard and fast, one jarring shock, a short pause and then another jarring shock. He bit his lip and moaned loudly.
"Listen to yourself sissy bitch," Sophie said from behind him, rubbing the paddle across his ass, "you fucking love this..."
"Yes Mistress," he groaned, "I love thi, MMMPHH! I love this!"
"Beg me for more bitch," Sophie urged.
"Please spank me aga, MMMPHH! Please more Mistress! MMMPHH!"
"Thank your Mistress, faggot," Jenny said.
"Thank you, MMMPHH! Mistress, I'm a sissy bitch and, MMMPHH! I deserve to be punished..."
"Whose sissy are you bitch?" Sophie demanded.
"MMMPHH! Yours Mistress! MMMPHH! I'm your sissy bitch."
"And you're going to be my good sissy whore aren't you?"
"Yes Mis, MMMPHH! Mistress, I'll be your good, MMMPHH! sissy whore!"
"Beg me to be my whore Candi!"
"MMMPHH! Please let be your whore Mistress!" Fisher begged obediently.
"You'll suck cock for your Mistress, won't you Candi?" Jenny teased.
"MMMPHH! Yes, MMMPHH! I'll suck cock for my Mistress!"
"And you'll swallow every drop, won't you cum slut?" Sophie asked.
"Yes Mis, MMMPHH! Yes Mistress!! Please, let me be your cum slut!!"
"Told you she'd be begging to be pimped," Sophie laughed.
Jenny echoed her in laughter and they embraced once more, enjoying a deep, lingering kiss.
"Should I turn off her plug now?" Jenny asked softly.
"Leave it on," Sophie said with a wink, "all dirty whores love pleasure don't they?"
"Y..y..yes Mistress," Fisher groaned, his fingers digging into the felt of the pool table.
"It was a rhetorical question Candi," Sophie scoffed.
"Silly ditz," teased Jenny.
"I'm s..s..s..sorry Miss..ss..tress."
"Yes," Sophie answered quickly, "you are a sorry little bitch. Now get over here and let me put your ribbon on. Then, you can go upstairs and get us another bottle of wine."
"Ye..yessss, fuhhk," standing up compounded the intensity and his legs shook as he stepped towards the two grinning ladies. "Yes Mistress."
"Something wrong?" Jenny asked.
"No Domme Jennifer" I lied.
"Good girl," she said watching as Sophie tied the fifth ribbon, "because if you complain at all I will be sure to fit you with the next size larger. Understood?"
"Yes Domme Jennifer."
"All done sissy slut," Sophie said, "you have two minutes to get back down here with a bottle of white wine and two new glasses."
"And if you're not," added Jenny, "this cute video of you is going on an amateur fetish website..."
They laughed as Fisher nearly ran from the room and scurried up the stairs, his swollen cock bouncing between his thighs. He quickly grabbed two glasses, the bottle and the corkscrew and hurried back down the stairs.
Jenny looked at her phone and frowned. "Darn it Candi, you made it."
He lied again. "I'm sorry Domme Jennifer."
"No you're not slut," Sophie said, "you are such a horrible liar..."
Jenny strode toward him, pool cue in hand. "Is that true bitch, did you just lie to me?"
"Yes, Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered.
Her hand rocked off his face with a heavy smack.
"What the fuck Candi!" she yelled. "Do you think your contact list would like a link to the video I'm about to post?"
"Please no!" he shrieked, his new high pitched voice cracking. "Sophie! Please! That's too much!"
"Fine," Sophie said. "Pick 3 of my friends... and if you forget to call me Mistress again, the next film that gets sent out will be of you as a glory hole cum dumpster. Jenny told me all about one over dinner."
"And it'll be busy on a Friday night, slut," Jenny added, "trust me, I've had more than one sissy faggot perform there for me."
"NOW," said Sophie, "you really are sorry."
"Yes Mistress," Fisher answered, "I am sorry."
"And now that I think about it," Sophie said, "I'll choose who to send it to."
Jenny's free hand slid under his skirt and her fingers gripped his sac tightly. "I don't think that's nearly enough people..."
"Oh, its quality," Sophie said to her, "not quantity. For instance, first on my list is Victoria, tell her who she is sissy bitch."
"Victoria is ungh!" Jenny's wrist twisted and lifted Fisher up onto his toes. "Victoria is Mistress' office assistant, I... mmmph!... see her every week."
"And is she hot?" Jenny asked, rolling his testicles in her fingers.
"Yes, Domme Jennifer."
"Oh she is," Sophie said, "23, tall, blond and curvy. Played volleyball on the AVP beach tour. Bit of a bitch and a total flirt, has the guys around the office wrapped around her little finger. No wonder I like her."
"Sounds perfect," Jenny said, "who's next?"
"Heather." Fisher's heart sank.
"Our accountant." He said, helplessly.
"Recently divorced and rich." Sophie said. "Took everything when she caught her husband sleeping with their maid. Think she'll get a kick out of the irony."
"Oh my god," Jenny laughed, crushing him slightly in her fist. "That's perfect."
"And finally," Sophie said, pausing for effect, "Katherine."
"Oh noooo," He very nearly fainted right then.
"Who is that?!" Jenny asked excitedly, yanking down on my sack.
"Mistress' little sister, Domme Jennifer" he gasped.
"Damn," Jenny said softly, "that's going to make for an awkward Christmas."
Sophie laughed aloud, and handed her phone to Jenny. "My SORORITY little sister. She is the one on the left."
"Not exactly 'little', is she?" Jenny said, looking at the picture on Catherine's instagram.
"No," Sophie answered, "not at all. 5' 9" and 36F. All natural too."
"And ass!" exclaimed Jenny said as she released me. "Does she do a lot of modeling like this?"
"Yep," said Sophie, "she is a big hit at the custom car shows, trade events and those comic con things. Everybody says she looks like some famous person. Whats her name Candi?"
"Mayra Veronica Mistress," Fisher whimpered.
"That's right," she answered. "Paying her own way at USC graduate program right now."
"Impressive," said Jenny, "bet she has no shortage of men, huh?"
"Funny," said Sophie with a smile, "she's gay. Full on lipstick lesbian."
"No shit!" Jenny squealed, "when can I meet her?"
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be calling when she gets this." Sophie replied, taking her phone back. "She is still pissed about catching our little bitch here stroking himself to her modeling portfolio."
Fisher's jaw dropped. He didn't know he'd been seen. Katherine had stayed with them late last winter when she had a show in town, and had left her portfolio loaded on their computer. And yeah, she was hot in those pictures. The more he flipped through the harder he got. It was only a matter of time before he was cumming in his hand.
"You're in truh, uh, bull..." Jenny teased.
"Didn't think she'd tell me slut?" Sophie asked. "Or that you'd be found out?"
"That I'd be found out Mistress."
"Oopsie!" Jenny laughed.
Sophie chuckled then held the phone up to his face. "Read it slut."
For your eyes only. Told you Fisher had a secret. My darling maid and sissy slut telling us she likes to be treated. Yes, you're right, that is a vibrating plug in her ass, and monstrous DD breasts on her chest. Enjoy, talk to all in the morning.
"Press send," Sophie instructed.
"Yes Mistress," he answered, not taking his eye off the still of the video attached to the message. He reached one manicured nail out toward the phone and pressed "send" obediently.
"Good girl," Sophie said with an evil grin. "can't wait to hear the reaction from my friends and for behaving, you can pick a movie for us to watch while we Jenny and I play some pool."
"Thank you Mistress," he said. "What kind of movie?"
"Sissy bitches with fake breasts..." Jenny quipped.
"Yes Domme Jennifer," Fisher answered, thinking her serious.
"Lesbians," Sophie quickly interjected, "you're into those, aren't you Candi?"
"Yes Mistress," he said, feeling his face growing red, knowing she was referring to him pleasuring myself to Catherine.
"Don't be embarrassed NOW Candi," laughed Sophie, "go find us a hot lesbian movie to watch."
"Yes Mistress," he answered again, and then moaned as the plug in his ass came roaring back to life furiously.
Jenny laughed as he collapsed over the back of the couch then said to Sophie, "So what are we playing for?"
"Easy," Sophie said, "winner gets to spank the sissy."
"And the loser?" Jenny asked.
"Loser gets an article of clothing removed by the winner."
"Mmmm, I'm going to enjoy seeing you in your panties bent over this table. I was the 9 ball champion 3 years running in college." Jenny bragged.
"Well this isn't college smart ass," Sophie shot back, "and once its time to get you out of those sexy jeans, I'm going to have the maid do it for me."
"Oh, really?" said Jenny with a grin. "That's intriguing. May have to employ that myself..."
"Are you going to rack em 'champ'", teased Sophie, "or are you all talk?'
Fisher missed what Jenny replied as another false orgasm ripped through him, and both women laughed heartily. He composed himself as a long tendril of precum ran down his leg and Jenny shut off his plug. He made his way over to the television as Jenny was racking the game and felt a surge under his skirt as her ass became stretched taut in her jeans. He don't know how he missed that this afternoon.
"What movie did you find Candi?" Sophie called out to him as he blinked absently.
"Strap-on Divas Mistress." Fisher replied, his face flushed.
"Mmmm, aching for cock aren't you dirty girl?"
"I trust you've heard the rules of the game?" Sophie asked.
"Good." She said coldly. "I'm going to enjoy spanking you, and her."
"Yes Mistress." His body shuddered as he pictured her literally spanking Jenny.
Sophie grinned as she watched him, knowing he had a complete lack of control, willing to submit to anything now.
Jenny broke and failed to pot anything. Fisher watched with unbridled happiness as his Mistress lined up the one with the nine and won with one shot.
"I believe that's the game," she said with a huge grin, "'champ'"
"Chalk my stick bitch," Jenny demanded, throwing her cue at Fisher in disgust.
"Aww, somebody is a sore loser..." Sophie chided her. "and soon to be a sore loser with no shirt..."
"Fine." Jenny said and whipped off her shirt.
Fisher's breath caught in his lungs. A toned torso gave way to a bright red satin bra, struggling to contain her twin globes of lightly tanned skin. And there on her right side, stretching from her rib cage and disappearing into the waist band of her jeans, was a subtly colored tattoo of peacock feathers and orchids.
Sophie strode across the room toward her as Jenny looked up at her through her long eyelashes.
"My god," Sophie said, "you're stunning..."
She then kissed Jenny with so much passion and lust, the pang of jealousy hit Fisher like a freight train. It seemed like they kissed forever and when they broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. The both turned to look at him simultaneously.
"Bend over the table bitch," Sophie said. "Time for your spanking."
"Yes Mistress," he answered obediently. He placed his elbows on the felt edge and then moaned as the humming in his ass began again.
"Eager for your spanking," Jenny teased, circling her thumb back and forth over the remote, causing the plug to vary in intensity repeatedly. "Such a good girl."
"Yes, Domme Jennifer," he said, biting his bottom lip as she laughed, trying in vain to quiet himself. "Thank you, Domme Jennifer."
"Not that good though are you bitch?" Sophie asked as she pulled his skirt above his ass.
"Did I give you permission to stare at Jenny?" The paddle slapped into both cheeks heavily, forcing Fisher clench onto the vibrating plug
"unghhhh! NO MISTRESS!"
"Fucking pathetic," Sophie spat at him. "Such a weak little sissy." She lit into him then, spanking him 6 times in quick succession, making his knees buckle, his moans becoming more impassioned with each strike.
"Yes Mistress," he whimpered, "I am a weak pathetic sissy."
"Cup your big fake tits and say it again you bimbo slut," Jenny commanded, the phone again in her hand.
"I am a weak, pathetic, sissy... unnghhhh!"
"Again whore..." Sophie said after she spanked him.
He repeated it over and over again, squeezing his fake breasts, moaning in the agony of unbridled pleasure and torment. Fisher was in a daze as Sophie spun him round and tied the sixth ribbon on his raging crimson cock. His body shaking, ass on fire, he stared at her dumbfounded as she told him to rack the billiard balls.
She kissed him softly on the cheek, and whispered, "I want you to know how hot you are baby, every time you call me Mistress I want to ram my cock deep inside you."
My voice was a harsh, barely audible croak, "That makes me so happy Mistress."
"I know," she said, her lips pressed to my ear now, "rack the balls, and then sit on the couch and watch the movie, I'll call you after I win again."
Sophie watched as Fisher sauntered over to the couch, and sat down gingerly. She knew the cold leather felt like tiny needles in his flesh as he crossed his legs, sitting as I had been taught. On the screen a large breasted brunette was abusing a blonde girls face with a monstrous strap-on, and she watched as his cock pulsed leaving as stain on the calf of his stockings. He was like a faucet with that plug in him. She watched as he squirmed, and whispered to Jenny, pointing out his torment. They returned to the game and after about 10 minutes or so Fisher's head turned quickly as he heard a holler from the other side of the room. He saw a triumphant look on Sophie's face and an angry one on Jenny's.
Sophie turned to Fisher and smiled, coaxing him over with a wag of her finger. "Time to have some fun Candi..."
"I can't believe you hit that shot," sighed Jenny as he stood next to Sophie, and then her gaze moved to me. "and you, you better hope I never get my hands on that paddle."
Fisher didn't reply, not wanting her exasperation to turn to real anger.
"It was nice, wasn't it?" Sophie replied, with a broad smile. "but a shot like that makes your jeans a worthy prize."
"I can't believe you don't want to take them off me..." Jenny said softly. But her attempt to sway Sophie was for naught.
"I plan on having my hands busy doing other things, now get over here sexy," Sophie said with a seductive grin.
Jenny glided over to Sophie, their eyes locked on one another. Jenny's breasts bounced in her bra with every soft strike of her heel, and when they met they pressed into Sophie as they embraced and began kissing softly. Sophie grabbed Fisher's wrist and moved him behind Jenny, and guiding his hands to the waist of her jeans. Jenny moaned as Fisher slid his thumbs along her waist the movement causing him to press his throbbing erection into the top of her ass. Her hips rose slightly and began pressing back into Fisher, and he gasped as she began rolling her hips slowly. He found her top button just then, and felt her jeans pop as he released it. Sophie felt it too.
Sophie let her hands fall down Jenny's sculpted torso, pushing the jeans down off her hips as Fisher continued to release button after button. Jenny let out a ravenous moan when Sophie's hands clasped onto her ass. She pulled the smaller woman to her, lifting her on her toes and Fisher followed, his cock slipping up and down the crack of her ass as she thrusted backward. A tug of his hair by his Mistress forced him to his knees. Pulling Jenny's jeans to her ankles, Fisher found his face inches from one of the most perfect asses he had ever seen. She lifted one foot, then the other as he removed first her shoes, then her jeans. Sophie kissed down her neck and spun Jenny so they were both facing Fisher on his knees, their hands entwined.
"She looks so cute down there doesn't she?" said Jenny, barely able to catch her breath.
"She does," Sophie agreed, then continued thoughtfully. "I think I'll have her stay there for her spanking. What do you think?"
"Mmmm," Jenny moaned, "I like that idea. And she can clean her cum of my ass as a thank you. Put my shoes back on sissy bitch."
"Yes Domme Jennifer."
Jenny steadied herself with a hand on Fisher's head as he slipped her shoes on her feet, laughing softly when she called him the best maid she ever abused.
"I hope you enjoyed my ass on your pathetic cock, faggot," she said, "because I'm going to enjoy you humiliating yourself when you clean it with your tongue..."
She turned her back and slid to her knees in front of Fisher, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Lick my ass, whore," she commanded, "nice and slowly..."
As he lowered his face to her ass, she arched her back slightly and placed her hand on the back of Fisher's head, forcing his tongue between her cheeks and against the red lace material of her tanga panties. He moaned as he inhaled her scent and then yelped as the paddle crashed into his upturned ass.
"Moan for me again Candi..." Sophie said, spanking his right cheek, then his left.
He licked Jenny's panties again, moaning loudly, and then gasped as she jerked his head back.
"Tell me you love my ass, bitch." Jenny said.
"I love your ass Domme Jennif... UNMPHH!" she crammed Fisher's face back between her cheeks again, and proceeded to grind his face as Sophie paddled him hard and fast. Over and over her hips rolled against his face, gyrating against his outstretched tongue as Fisher moaned and whimpered. Gasping for breath his head hung limply in her hand when the spanking finally finished. In one deft move she spun to her feet, flushed and excited, forcing him to look at her.
"What? No 'thank you'?" she teased.
"Tha... AAHH!" Her other hand struck him on his cheek and sent him reeling backward.
"Learned your lesson Candi? Sophie asked with a chuckle.
"Yes Mistress," he answered quietly, "Thank you Domme Jennifer."
"My pleasure Candi," Jenny responded with smirk, "seriously..."
"Enough flirting you two," Sophie laughed, "get over here and get your decoration Candi. I want to see how turned on your are by eating Jenny's tight ass."
She lifted his skirt and cooed loudly. "Oh my god would you look at that!"
Fisher looked down and gulped, his cock was rigid and ruby red, more swollen than he had ever seen it. His knees buckled when Sophie scraped it with the fingernail of her index finger.
She laughed again as she spoke. "I think sissy needs a break, or she is going to burst."
"Let her burst," replied Jenny coldly.
"Not tonight," Sophie said, "I want her on edge for tomorrow. But for now, I think I'll have her take my turn at the table, to get her mind off things... but you have to play fair."
"I always do," Jenny said, smirking again.
"Just to be sure," Sophie said, picking up her discarded jeans, "I'll keep this. For now."
Fisher looked over and smiled, the tiny remote in his mistress' hand.
"And when I win." Jenny said, "You still lose an article of clothing right?"
"IF, you win," replied Sophie, "Candi and I both will."
"WHEN, I win," Jenny repeated.
Sophie laughed, then added, "Keep talking, wise ass, and when you lose, I'll let Candi spank you..."
"Yeah," Jenny shot back, "not going to happen. Rack them sissy maid."
As Fisher leaned over the table to gather the balls, he realized how difficult it would be to play. His corset bunched up making it difficult to bend, his balance was off because of the shoes, and the long nails would make gripping the stick difficult. He was definitely at a disadvantage. He stepped back as Jenny prepared to break, Fisher and his mistress watching her lithe body silently. His cock lurched upward as she bent over, her full breasts threatening to spill out of her bra, he bit his lip, but it was to no avail, the high pitched whimper escaped him anyway.
"Keep staring Candi," Jenny spat as she sunk the two and the three on the break, "and I'll be spanking your balls instead of your ass."
"Sorry Domme Jennifer," he apologized, "but you're difficult not to look at."
"Aren't you cute," she answered back with a grin, lining up her next shot, "but that lame attempt at flattery isn't going to help you."
She swore as she scratched on a difficult shot on the one. Sophie wasted no time.
"But that terrible shot will!" Sophie laughed.
"Shaddap," Jenny shot back. "Nobody asked you."
"Why don't you shut me up, sexy?" Sophie asked flirtatiously.
Fisher tried to ignore the kissing to his right that followed, his hands trembling as they moaned softly on each other's tongues. He managed to sink the one but left himself an impossible shot on the four. Wobbling on the platform soles he managed to hit it, but left the table wide open for Jenny.
"Yu.. you're turn Domme Jennifer," he stammered weakly as they were still locked in a torrid embrace.
"Mmmm," Jenny moaned, her arm wrapped around Sophie's waist. "I'm tempted to skip my turn."
"You should," sighed Sophie.
"You just want to see me get spanked." Jenny kissed her softly one more time then turned and surveyed the table. "Well, thank you slut, this looks easy now."
"Yes Domme Jennifer."
"Don't be cocky," Sophie said and tapped Jenny lightly on the ass, "one wrong move, and its all over for you. Should we take off her bra before or after you spank her Candi?"
"Don't answer that you fucking whore!" Jenny commanded.
Sophie just laughed.
Jenny proceeded to pot the four easily. Followed that quickly with the five. As she lined up an easy shot on the six, Sophie teased her again.
"Should I have Candi spank you with the paddle, a whip," she paused as Jenny pulled back, waiting for her to shoot, "or her leaky cock again?"
Jenny swore as she missed badly. "Fucking ass! I thought you said play fair?!"
Fisher couldn't help but smile as Sophie grinned evilly. "I never said 'I' would," she said mockingly.
"You better not win maid." Jenny seethed.
"You better not miss Candi." Sophie said right after.
A true oh-shit-moment.
Fisher didn't answer either one of them just swallowed hard and chalked his stick, planning first one shot then the other. He pocketed the six and the ball drew back to an easy shot seven to nine. Jenny was furious, red faced and pouting. Sophie winked at him as he settled onto the table. He drew back his stick, thinking how amazing it was going to be to put Jenny in her place. Inches from the cue, mere moments from victory, and the vibrator roared to life and buckled Fisher's knees, but not before his stick nicked the cue ball and sent it hurtling across the felt.
"You didn't actually think I was going to let you win did you?" Sophie laughed, walking toward Fisher triumphantly as he moaned and writhed against the table.
"Ye... yes... yessssss... Missssstressssss..."
"Then you're a bigger bimbo than I thought Candi."
She took his pool cue from him and used it to spread his legs apart, then brought it up under his balls, tapping Fisher gently as he watched Jenny clear the table with ease.
"I own you bitch," Sophie seethed. "You don't do a damn thing without my say so."
"Yessss Mistressssss," he whimpered as she pressed harder, lifting him on his toes, the plug still humming ferociously in his ass.
"Crawl onto the table Candi," Jenny commanded, "elbows and knees, head up so I can see that pretty little face.
Sophie kept the pool cue pressed between his legs as Fisher crawled onto the side of the table, his knees straddling the side pocket. He looked up as he rested on his elbows, his eyes level with Jenny's perfect breasts.
She slapped Fisher hard across the face. "That, was for even thinking about spanking me, you stupid fuck. And this," she slapped him twice more on the same side, "is for staring at my chest without permission."
"I'm sorry Domme Jen..." She quieted his apology with another slap, this time on the left side of his face.
"Shut up faggot," she said, "you'll be sorry tomorrow when every guy is leering at your huge fake breasts..."
"And when you're thanking us for letting them cum on you." Sophie added, forcing a moan from Fisherby pressing the stick against his balls.
Jenny smacked his left cheek again, "Like that idea whore?"
Fisher couldn't bring himself to answer yes, or to deny it.
"Answer her Candi," Sophie instructed, suddenly very close to him, her hand replacing the pool cue.
He moaned again, knowing what they wanted to hear, unable to form the words.
Jenny smacked him again, making Fisher gasp at the sting, then she leaned down so her nose was inches from his.
She took his face in her hand as she spoke softly, but firmly. "You know you want it, filthy whore. Feeling that thick hard cock swell in your mouth, fucking your face, the spit spilling from the corner of your bright red lips..."
"Please Domme Jennifer, noooo..." He begged.
"Yes, Candi," she said with a smile. "I can see the conflict in your eyes. Just admit what you want, don't deny the whore you were born to be. "
"I... I... like it..."
"Like what faggot." Jenny asked, leaning closer, her lips brushing Fisher's. "Say it."
"I like the idea of sucking cock, and having them cum on my fake breasts Domme Jennifer."
"Good girl," she said, her tongue flicking out across his top lip. "When I have them do it two or three at a time, you'll like it even better."
Sophie squeezed his balls and Fisher groaned the high pitched wail of a whore aching to be fucked as his body was tortured by another internal orgasm.
Both women laughed as Jenny retrieved the paddle and walked around behind him. He waited for the spanking to begin. And waited.
Jenny un-tucked Sophie's shirt from her skirt and kissed her chest following the gentle pop of buttons being released. Jenny pushed the shirt off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor, holding Sophie's hands as she leaned into her, kissing her deeply.
Moments later, Sophie came into Fisher's view, her cheeks flushed and her gorgeous body exposed from the waist up. Her black and gold push-up bra left little to the imagination, and having never seen it before Fisher shuddered as he realized she had purchased it specially for tonight. She posed for him, made him crazed, and he loved her for it. He gazed at her longingly but then fingers encircling the top of his scrotum brought him back quickly.
"So swollen, bitch," Jenny laughed, "this is going to hurt..."
She pulled his balls tight and back through my legs while Sophie perched herself on the rail of the pool table, gently stroking his face.
"Make sure you thank her for each one cocksucker." Sophie said, rolling her thumb back and forth over the remote, making the plug's vibrations rise and fall.
"Yes Mis... AGHHHHH!" The first blow shook his entire body, the pain numbing his brain. "Th..thank... you... you... Domme Jennifer."
Jenny paused, rubbing his swollen sac, teasing him, letting him relax, letting the sensations deep within his ass lull him back into a daze. Two quick strikes and he was panting, thanking her for making him yelp and tremble. Then another pause, then four smacks with the paddle. Tears streaked down his face as she paused again. He tried to beg but indecipherable squeaks was all I could manage. Eight more times she paddled and teased him, then ten, a horrific twenty five swats on his full and already aching balls.
"That was fun Candi," Jenny said, patting his ass lightly, "now stand up so I can get you out of that uniform."
Fisher complied wordlessly, his vision blurred with tears and his breathing ragged and shallow. He shuddered when he felt her pull the zipper down he spine. She laughed and began lightly kissing my back as she pushed the dress off my shoulders. As it fell she spun him and Fisher stood before her as he had earlier in the day.
"Still very cute," she said with a smile. "But maybe a little more so, now that I know what a dirty little cocksucking whore you are, and not just a sissy who likes to get dressed up like a tart."
"Thank you Domme Jennifer," he said meekly.
"You're very welcome," she answered, and leaned into him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"My turn," said Sophie, who was suddenly beside him.
Her lips found Fisher's, and her tongue darted inside, flicking against his, forcing his mouth open a little wider. She moaned softly and broke the kiss, leaning in slightly and pressing him back against the pool table. Her thigh was brushing against his, her stocking slipping across his leg as she rubbed him slowly up and down. She clasped his chin in her thumb and forefinger, and turned him away, Jenny's mouth meeting his as Sophie's lips drifted across his jaw and down his neck.
Fisher felt both of them place their hands on his stomach, tracing the boning of the bustier, slowing letting them drop to the thin crinoline of the petticoat. Their fingers entwined again, then disappeared under the lacey frills, cupping his wounded balls and lifting Fisher onto his toes.
"Tell me whose cocksucking bitch you are Candi." Sophie whispered in his ear.
"I am Mistress' and Domme Jennifer's cocksucking bitch," he answered.
"Too easy," Jenny laughed and pulled away his petticoat. "I just beat your balls and now you're all hard and slutty again, happy to be owned. Follow me so I can put another ribbon on that pathetic cock."
Fisher bowed his head; ashamed at how easily they manipulated him, and at how little he cared to fight back. He stared at the floor as Jenny smiled, adorned his throbbing cock with it's eighth ribbon, wrapped her finger in the long tendril of pre-cum and fed it to him, He licked his lips and whimpered a thank you and then another when Jenny told him how pretty his cock looked.
Jenny took his hand and sat Fisher down on the edge of the couch, making him cross his legs and face the screen where two brunettes were enjoying each other. She kissed him again and grinned, then went back to join Sophie who had racked the next game. Fisher watched as his ache grew, and their peals of laughter slowly grew louder the more wine they drank. He turned his head to one last shriek to see Jenny's arms raised triumphantly. He swallowed hard and stood, ready to accept his fate.
"On your knees maid," Jenny commanded, forcing him down next to where Sophie stood. She looked down at him, grinning, wondering how much more he could take. "Your Mistress has something to tell you."
"I made a bad bet Candi," Sophie said as she stood beside Jenny. "I tried to get her naked for us and bet her two items of clothing. I missed."
"Oops," Jenny mocked.
"So does that mean..." Fisher asked.
"Yes," Jenny said, "I'm about to strip your Mistress of her skirt and panties while you watch."
Fisher looked to Sophie and she just grinned.
"Two things," Sophie said. "First, I may have missed on purpose. I really enjoy watching you get spanked Candi, listening to you admit to a complete stranger what a sissy bitch you are makes me so very wet..."
"And second?" asked Jenny.
"Secondly," said Sophie, stepping close to Jenny and kissing her deeply. "you're going to have to pick a different piece of clothing, I'm not wearing any panties..."
"You little minx," Jenny said with a wide grin, "had I known that I would have taken your skirt first."
"You can take it now..." Sophie said, her breasts rising and falling as her pulse began to race.
"I will, but first," Jenny said, taking the remote from Sophie's hand and her empty wine glass from the pool table. "Knees apart and back straight maid. Cup those big fake tits of yours and enjoy the show."
Fisher shook violently as the plug roared to life, vibrating from top to bottom and then bottom to top, his new position forcing him to use his own body against itself. His cock began to leak almost immediately and as it did Jenny bent to place the wine glass beneath him. She smiled evilly as his pre-cum began pooling in the bottom.
"Don't spill a drop, maid..." she said. "I have plans for it, and you."
Jenny wheeled away from him before Fisher could answer, and placed her hands on Sophie's waist, pushing the taller woman back against the pool table. Jenny began kissing Sophie's neck and clavicle as Fisher knelt just inches away, alternately biting and licking until she reached her thin bra strap. She nudged it off Sophie's shoulder and followed it down her chest to the swell of her breast. She turned slightly to look at Fisher, locking her eyes on his as he writhed and moaned, slowly pulling one padded cup down, and then flicking her tongue over the firm, exposed nipple.
"Don't you wish you were me maid?" Jenny teased. "But you're just a sniveling little sissy bitch who only deserves to be used and dominated."
She giggled as he whimpered, then faced Sophie, taking her breast fully in her mouth, grazing her skin with her teeth, and pulling Sophie's breast upward with her mouth.
"Ohhhhh fuhhhhhk," Sophie groaned, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "That feels so fucking good baby, kiss me..."
Jenny let Sophie's breast fall from her mouth with an audible pop and kissed her deeply, plunging her tongue into Sophie's warm mouth. She broke the kiss and slipped her hands along the waistband of Sophie's skirt, looking up at her intently.
"I want to taste you," she whispered, pleading. "Now."
"Do it," Sophie responded, "don't stop until I cum..."
Fisher whimpered again, not believing what was happening. He was on the brink of orgasm constantly, the ache to cum mind-numbingly painful. He throbbed against the silky ribbons with every pulse of his plug, and he could only watch helplessly as Jenny opened Sophie's skirt and slowly slid it off her hips. He had fantasized about this so many times, but not like this, never like this. He squeezed his fake breasts again and shivered as his ass clenched the plug ferociously, withering under the smiling gaze of his Mistress.
May 11, 2018 in anal