Chapter 6 Tommie Takes rob
The domination/submission group which Lisa had joined and to
which I belonged (literally) consisted of five female mistresses
and six male slaves. One of the women, Mistress Ann, a buxom
blonde, kept two slaves, whom she referred to as her "houseboys."
I rarely saw the other men. We waited our turns in separate
rooms, tied to a bed in my case, and were ministered to when
called by the women. One of the other slaves would free me from
my bonds and might tie me up again after I was dismissed but we
otherwise had little traffic with one another. Though some of
the women traded slaves and used them as submissive sex partners,
the rule for me was that I was Lisa's property. She would lend
to be beaten and lend me to be humiliated but she drew the line
at sexual congress.
Proudly, I wore her dirty panties from the previous day to each
of the group's meetings and, proudly, I displayed the ring that
had been inserted in my scrotum and the signature that Lisa had
scrawled across my ass for the tattoo artist to inscribe. I felt
that I was by far the most privileged of the slaves because Lisa
loved me and I loved her. Though the other male slaves
addressed her as Mistress Lisa, she never wanted me to call her
anything other than Lisa or Lover.
She always took me to the group meetings well whipped. She
rarely hit me in front of the other women. My body testified to
her cruelty to me. I had no idea what she did to the other male
slaves but I was certain that she did not take them as sex
partners. She was as monogamous as she required me to be.
I was proud also of the fact that my mistress commanded me with
her imagination. She had accepted my desire to be dominated and
carried me into orbit with it. Only Mistress Pam, the redhead,
outdid her in brutality. I never learned to tolerate her
punishments. Mistress Pam was the group's bitch goddess and
mine. I adored her.
Mistress Ann, the blonde with two slaves, liked horse and rider
games. She was the biggest of the women across the hips. One
night, she came to the meeting wearing boots and spurs and when
she rode my naked back, she flogged my ass and flanks with a
riding crop and dug the spurs into my sides enjoying my yelps of
discomfort. The flogging I got from her that night was nothing
compared to what Lisa routinely inflicted. But she left her
marks on me with the spurs, and I was exhausted when she climbed
off me after a 20-minute ride.
Mistress Jennifer, a slim woman with black hair who favored black
sweaters and black jeans, took me over her lap and, imprisoning
my cock between her legs, beat my ass with a ping pong paddle,
swat after swat after swat after swat. The noise was awful, and
it hurt quite a bit. But Lisa had given me worse with a wooden
hairbrush and a carpet slipper.
However, Mistress Jennifer also used a dildo on me. Not as big
as the one that Mistress Pam had employed. But having it applied
while lying on her lap in front of the other women made it
particularly humiliating. Whereas the treatment from Mistress
Pam had been painful, Mistress Jennifer used it to stimulate me.
She rubbed her jeans against my cock and eventually brought me
off. She required me to lick my come off her clothing and made
me linger at her crotch. I could tell from the way she breathed
that she was wet beneath as well as on top of the jeans.
Mistress Tommie, a pretty brunette invariably in a business suit,
employed a ragged rattan cane which cut where it landed. She
used it on my ass, hitting me the bottom of my buttocks cheeks,
exactly where they would come in contact with a chair when I sat.
Her hits would be felt long afterwards, like Lisa's paddle and
Mistress Pam's bull whip.
Mistress Tommie also made it clear that she would like to have me
between her legs. She said so to Lisa, who smiled and said
nothing.
We went to several of the group's meetings, rotating between
Mistress Pam's house, ours and Mistress Ann's large three-story
town house. I inferred that Mistress Jennifer and Mistress
Tommie did not have large enough places to accommodate the group.
There needed to be room enough for five slaves -- Mistress Ann's
"houseboys" were stored together -- which meant that there had to
be four rooms available for that purpose.
I did not know the last names of any in the circle. Lisa
obviously did. Nor did I ever encounter any of them outside the
group until one memorable day when I walked into a large meeting
at the U.S. Chamber of Commerce building and found Mistress
Tommie there. A friend introduced me to her as Mary Thompson
Alexander, called "Tommie," a lawyer with a firm in Crystal City,
Va., across the river from Washington.
She tapped the chair beside her, and I sat, feeling Lisa's
paddling from two nights before. She said into my ear: "I'm
taking you to lunch afterwards."
I said: "I can't. I have another date."
She said: "Cancel it, Richard. You may call Lisa if you like.
Then call your lunch date and tell him something's come up. It
will."
I blushed. I excused myself, went out into the hall, found a
phone and called Lisa to say that Mistress Tommie wanted me to go
to lunch with her.
Lisa was curt with me. "Go to lunch with her, Richard, and do
exactly as she tells you. Goodbye." The phone went dead. I
caught my breath and cancelled my lunch date. My armpits were
moist.
Though the briefing dealt with issues my clients were concerned
about, I did not absorb much of what was said. My mind was in
turmoil. When the session broke up, I followed Mistress Tommie
out the door, making perfunctory goodbyes to people with whom I
would normally have lingered to discuss the meeting.
When we stepped out the front door, Mistress Tommie hailed a cab,
gave an address in Georgetown and took my hand. She said:
"You're in my power now, Richard. I like that."
I closed my eyes. Now I was really wondering. When I reopened
my eyes, they took in Mistress Tommie's dark, expensive suit, her
short brown hair, and her brooding good looks. I smelled her
perfume. She was extremely attractive.
At the restaurant, we were led to a table at a banquette with two
facing chairs. She took her seat at the banquette and patted the
cushion to her right on the banquette. I sat down, leaving the
chairs opposite vacant. She drew the table to us and then put
her right hand in my lap.
"Give me more room, Richard."
I parted my legs. I came erect for her.
"See, Richard," she smiled. "I told you something would come
up."
My breath was slightly ragged.
After a time, the waiter came, and Mistress Tommie ordered for
the two of us. White wine, salads, and pasta. When the waiter
departed, Mistress Tommie said to me: "Richard, I want you to go
into the men's room and remove Lisa's panties. Bring them back
here like a good boy." I started to protest, and Mistress
Tommie said evenly: "Richard, do as I say. Now."
Luckily, the men's bathroom was small enough to lock. I took off
the panties, redressed and brought them back to the table.
Mistress Tommie took them from me and put them in her briefcase.
Her hand found my pants zipper and pulled it down. "Undo your
belt," she said. "And keep your legs apart."
She lifted my balls in her hand. She stroked my cock. She
licked her fingers. My cock surged at that.
She said: "You've got a bit of stubble down there, Richard.
You'll need a shave."
My pants were open all the while we ate. Between bites, she
explored my center. She toyed with the ring that had been
inserted in my scrotum at Lisa's orders. She felt my thigh and
tickled my balls. There was little conversation.
I had difficulty eating. It took everything I had not to go over
the top.
After lunch, which she paid with a credit card, she said:
"Here's our address, Richard," handing me a piece of paper with
some directions on it. "Be there at 6:30 p.m. You'll be
spending the night. Don't bring a thing -- not even a
toothbrush."
I called Lisa again when I got back to the office. She said:
"I've already told you to do exactly what Mistress Tommie wants.
Do it." She banged down the phone.
At 6:20 p.m., I was outside Mistress Tommie's condo building. I
knocked on her door at 6:30 p.m.
Jim, her slave, opened it. He directed me to the bedroom. "Take
off your clothes," he said. "She'll be in."
I made myself naked. Mistress Tommie entered. She was still
wearing the dark business suit she had on earlier.
She pointed to a bar, like a chinning bar, affixed to the wall at
the far end of the room. "Over there," she said. Dangling from
the bar were two sets of handcuffs, each with an open end. She
closed them on my wrists with my back to the wall.
Very slowly and deliberately she fondled my balls and stroked me
to an erection. Just when I thought I might ejaculate, she took
a hard plastic cock ring, spit on her hand to lubricate my penis,
then pushed the ring over the head of my penis and forced it down
to the base, resting on the ring in my scrotum.
"Now," she said, "I'm going to freshen up." She began to undress
in front of me. I had never seen any of the mistresses but Lisa
with their clothes off.
Mistress Tommie had firm breasts with flat nipples, a small
waist, silken looking flanks and a dark patch of pubic hair. Her
buttocks and thighs were trim.
From her briefcase, she extracted Lisa's panties which she used
first to swab her armpits, then her vaginal opening and finally
her anus. She held it up to my nose. "Smell me, Richard," she
said. I obeyed.
She rubbed her breasts on my chest. Raising herself on tiptoes,
she kissed me on the lips. She forced her tongue into my mouth.
My penis leaped.
"A stiff prick has no conscience, Richard," she laughed.
She left me and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower.
When she emerged, it was in an entirely different costume than I
had ever seen her wear before. She had on a black singlet and
black bicycle shorts that fit like a second skin.
She released me from the handcuffs and made me lie down on the
bed. She had a razor with her. "I'm going to shave you,
Richard."
I started to protest but she said "shut up" -- sharply.
Without benefit of shaving cream or liquid, she took the razor
and scraped my pubic area and my balls. She made me lift my
legs over my head so she could get at my underside. I was
bleeding from several places when she was done. She applied an
astringent, which made me cry out.
She smiled bleakly. "There," she said. "You'd be wise to shave
more often. It's like the Army. You can never be certain when
you'll be inspected."
Next, she took a leather harness which she fit over my cock and
balls, then a leather collar which she applied to my neck. To
the cock and ball harness she affixed a leash and attached that
to a D-ring in the collar, so that my penis was held firmly at
attention.
She announced: "You're going to serve dinner, Richard. Just the
way you are. Jim's been doing the cooking."
So I served the two of them dinner that way. The combination of
leash and cock ring kept me both aroused and firmly erect through
out.
Jim said little. However, when I slopped some soup into his
plate, he said: "I hope you'll punish him for that, Mistress."
And when I dropped one of the forks in cleaning his place, he
said: "That oughta be worth some extra strokes, Mistress."
Mistress Tommie said the same thing both times. "Of course,
Jim."
Although I was serving him, Jim was obviously not pleased at my
presence. He was the slave in this household, I sensed, and he
saw me as a usurper.
After dinner, which I was not permitted to eat, Mistress Tommie
told Jim to watch television if he wished and to sleep in "your
bedroom." I guessed that he was welcome in her bed only for sex
and punishment.
She took me to her bedroom again. She took the handcuffs off the
exercise bar and reattached them to a second bar at below waist
level. At her motion, I faced the wall and she clamped the open
ends on my wrists. That left me bent over with my ass high in
the air.
"Legs apart, Richard," she said.
She flicked my balls three times with her middle finger. It hurt
like hell and I cried out each time.
"You need to work on your serving skills, Richard. That will
remind you."
Next she took Lisa's panties, on which she had earlier wiped
herself, and stuffed them in my mouth as a gag. Then she began
on me with a wide belt. She was not especially powerful, and I
bore those strokes equably, though they went on for quite a
while. When she turned to the rattan cane, that was quite
another story. She cut me repeatedly, landing again and again
right where I was tenderest from Lisa's last paddling. When I
was moaning into my gag, she stepped up the pace and hit me
harder. She was breathing heavily when she finished. I would be
uncomfortable for a week.
She released the cuffs from the bar on the wall and told me to
lie down on my back on the bed. When I did that, she reattached
the open ends of the cuffs to bars at the head of the bed and
secured my ankles with ropes to bars at the foot. I lay there
spread in an X.
Next she brought out a cat-o'-nine tails, which fortunately
looked fiercer than it was, because she proceeded to use it on my
middle. The metal studs on the lashes stung but did no real
damage. Nevertheless, it hurt and the streaks it left where it
fell would probably last several days.
She picked up a braided riding crop next and used that on my
balls. I had never been beaten that way before and I writhed
with the pain of it, yelping into the gag.
When she was done beating me, Mistress Tommie released the leash
that held my genitals to the collar around my neck and took off
the cock and ball harness. Finally, she took the gag out of my
mouth. "Now," she announced. "I'm going to rape you."
I said: "Please, Mistress Tommie, I'll do anything you ask. But
Lisa doesn't allow me to have sex with anybody but her."
"Please," I continued as she removed her bicycle shorts.
"Please, please. I beg you. I'll do anything you ask. I'll
come here whenever you want and let you beat me."
"Shut up," she ordered. "I'm going to fuck you. That's all
there is to it. And you'll be back anyway. You can bet on
that."
She positioned herself over my cock and sank down on it. She
rose and fell on it and rose and fell again. She used her tongue
on my chest. She played with my balls behind her.
I shot into her and until my cock wilted completely she sat there
on me letting the juices drip out of her onto my body. She
disappeared into the bathroom and when she reemerged, she had
taken off the singlet and was now completely nude.
Soon, she stroked my penis back to life and when I was hard
again, she climbed on me a second time and rode me to a prolonged
orgasm.
She untied my legs from the bottom posts and undid the cuffs from
the head of the bed. Afterwards, she cuffed my wrists together,
then curled up to me and slept. In the middle of the night, she
stiffened me again and, warning me not to resist, rode me again
to another climax.
In the morning, she was able to make me hard but I had no more
sperm left. I don't think she liked that.
She put her middle on my mouth. "I'm still horny, Richard. Use
your tongue."
I used my tongue for a long time until she said "yes" and rolled
off my face. She rested for a few minutes then sat down on my
face again. "Open up, Richard," she said. "I need to pee."
I made as if to turn my head in order to escape. Coldly and with
emphasis, she told me: "If you spill as much as a drop, I'll use
the rattan cane on your front. And I'll invite Jim in to watch.
He'd like that." I stopped struggling.
After a moment, she released a stream of urine into my mouth, and
there was nothing I could do but swallow. When she was finished,
she said: "You'll tell Lisa, of course. And at the next meeting,
you'll tell the other mistresses, and then I'll give them all an
in-person demonstration of your talent."
She didn't release me from my bonds until she was dressed, more
casually than usual, for Saturday morning at the office. When
she had freed me, she said: "Have a nice day, Richard. I enjoyed
having you." And then she left. My penis was turning purple
where the cock and ball harness had held me, and, as I dressed,
donning the soiled panties with Mistress Tommie's smell as well
as my saliva, I could see in the mirror that my rear end was
bruised and cut.
Jim glared at me on my way out, but we did not exchange any
words.
When I got home, I found Lisa waiting. I didn't know what to
expect. Somehow, I felt as if I had violated our marriage vows.
I had tears in my eyes when I told her how Mistress Tommie had
raped me and pissed in my mouth.
Lisa's eyes glinted. "Men have been doing that to women since
time began, Richard. I thought you deserved a sample."
So it had been her idea all along. My heart sank. I understood
that I was no longer off limits within the circle. Worse, I was
sure that Lisa didn't plan to observe the limits either.
