Chapter 8 Pam Versus Lisa
The next meeting of our domination/submission circle was again at
Mistress Pam's. I was in no condition to be punished that night.
The wounds from the caning Mistress Pam had bestowed on me at our
private session had not healed. I had angry scars across my
buttocks, still oozing fluid.
Lisa put me in the bedroom we had used before and tied me down.
When my turn came, Bobby, Mistress Pam's slave, entered the room
and released me. He wore the same costume I had often seen him
in: jeans and a dark T-shirt. "You are to put these on and
report to the den," he said, handing me the red thong panties
which Mistress Pam had made we wear on other occasions. They
were dripping with her urine.
My face must have shown my confusion.
"Mistress Pam wants you in her panties. She told me to remind
you that you are her slave now."
So I went down in "my" red thong panties, a larger duplicate of
the panties Mistress Pam wore. They set off my buttocks cheeks
for display. Lisa averted her eyes when I entered. She seemed
strangely subdued.
"Sorry you won't be able to whip him tonight, ladies," Mistress
Pam said, pointing to my bottom. "I gave him a good dose of the
cane. But his cock and tongue are available."
Mistress Tommie took me first. Since the time she had invited me
to lunch and then taken me back to her condo to be raped
repeatedly, she regarded me as property on which she had a lien.
She took me to lunch occasionally and made sure I had an erection
when she kissed me goodbye -- always on the lips.
On this night at Mistress Pam's, she led me up to my bedroom,
stripped me of the red panties, tied me on my back, stroked me
until I was hard, then climbed on me and fucked me over the top.
The fact that my middle was clammy from Mistress Pam's urine did
not bother her in the least. When she through fucking me, she
crouched over me and dripped my come out of her slit into my
mouth. When the drip ended, she lowered herself onto my face
and had me suck her to orgasm. She kissed me, tasting her juices
and mine.
"I love you, Richard," she said. "I wish your were mine. I'd
keep you tied up all the time and rape you every day in the
week."
When her turn came, Mistress Ann, a busty blonde with wide
feminine hips, untied me and forced me down on her. She told me
to eat her from pussy to asshole. After she was satisfied, she
made me fuck her, wrapping her legs around my back to increase
the penetration. Having just been drained by Mistress Tommie, I
had to go at it quite a long time before I filled her with my
sperm.
Mistress Jennifer, the slim young woman with the flat chest, put
me in the 69 position but she was unable to coax an erection from
me. She compensated by keeping me between her thighs until she
had several orgasms. Mistress Jennifer was very desirable but I
was all out of desire. My neck and jaw hurt.
"You are to remain here until the party's over," she said as she
left. She did not bother tying me up.
I dozed. When the bedroom door opened, I awoke with a start. It
was Mistress Pam. "You are staying over, Richard. You'll spend
the night in Bobby's room."
I protested. "No, I won't do that. I'm not a homosexual. I'm
leaving here," I said, reaching for my clothes, "and I'm never
coming back."
"I thought you might react that way," Mistress Pam said.
"Bobby," she called out.
I struggled but he was much too strong for me. He wrestled me to
the ground, planted his knee in my back and bent my wrist behind
me until I acknowledged that I was beaten.
He marched me into his bedroom, Mistress Pam following. "Fuck
him good," she said. She left me alone with him.
"On the bed, little man. On your face and raise your ass."
I saw Bobby pull off his T-shirt and lower his jeans. He wore
no underwear. He was as hairy as I was smooth-shaven. I thought
about trying to knee him in the balls and fleeing. He read my
mind: "Any funny stuff and I'll break your arm and THEN I'll
fuck you. Make up your mind, you're gonna get fucked."
He stroked himself into a gigantic erection, climbed on the bed
behind and smearing my asshole with lubricant, entered me slowly
but relentlessly, spreading my legs widely apart so as to
maximize his access. His balls were against my ass. He grasped
my buttocks and squeezed. I winced. I could feel the fluid
oozing from my cuts.
He leaned his hairy chest on my back and began moving.
Mistress Pam had fucked me with a strapped on dildo. Being
fucked in the ass by another man was entirely different.
Mistress Pam was smaller than me and her body was smooth and
soft. Bobby was considerably bigger than me in every dimension
and strongly muscled.
His hard body slammed against me as he fucked me. He was in no
hurry to get it over with, and he had incredible staying power.
When he finally shot his load and collapsed on top of me,
flattening me under him, I was almost snivelling.
"Don't move, little man," he said. He fell asleep on me.
Eventually, however, he rolled off and I was able to get some
sleep.
In the morning, he was the first awake. He shook me into
consciousness. "Second act, sport," he said. "I promised you a
mouthful and you're going to get it. Bring me a wash cloth."
He made me watch as he cleaned his penis. "Okay, cocksucker, on
your knees."
This was my chance to squeeze his balls and run. But I didn't
have the guts to do it.
I sank onto my knees. His penis was not limp but it was far from
erect. He pulled me into him by my hair. I was repulsed by the
feel and smell of him. Nevertheless I put my lips to the head of
his cock and then my tongue.
"Lick it," he said, tugging me roughly. "All the way down, and
don't forget my balls."
When he was fully erect, he entered my mouth. He found the back
of my throat and I gagged. He began fucking my face. Though I
was revolted by it and felt as if I might choke, I did my level
best to speed him to orgasm. I wanted it over.
He showed no signs of coming, so I reached a hand behind his
balls and sought his asshole with my finger. He increased his
pace. He adjusted his position and allowed me to insert the
finger. At long last, he came, filling my mouth.
"Swallow, little man." I swallowed. "You see, I keep my
promises."
He took me downstairs. I was nude. He wore his jeans and T-
shirt. He fed me breakfast.
We had been there about half an hour when Mistress Pam appeared
in one of her leather costumes. "I've got a surprise for you,
Richard," she said. She clapped her hands.
Lisa walked into the kitchen and my heart sank. She was wearing
red thong panties but she was otherwise without clothing. There
were tears in her eyes. The nipples on her breasts bore clamps
and the breasts themselves were criss-crossed with red streaks
where she had been whipped. When she was turned around to
display her buttocks, they bore the unmistakable signs of
Mistress Pam's bullwhip.
"I'm sorry, Richard," Lisa said. "I signed you over and I've
signed myself over. I had to know what it's like."
I began sobbing.
"Okay, Bobby," Mistress Pam said. "She's yours. Take her right
here on the floor in front of him."
I rushed at him.
"Stop, Richard." It was Lisa. "He'll break you in half."
I hesitated.
"I belong to Mistress Pam now," she said. "I follow her orders."
Bobby said: "Take off the panties, Lisa. Lie down on the floor
and spread your legs."
He removed his clothing. He was already erect.
Lisa did as Bobby directed. He guided himself into her and lay
down on top of her.
I looked elsewhere. I found myself crying, my shoulders heaving.
"Show him how much you like it," Mistress Pam said to Lisa after
a time. "Let's hear it."
Lisa began making animal sounds. I looked involuntarily. She
was scratching Bobby's broad back with her nails. He picked up
the pace and her sounds grew louder. They weren't fake. I knew
desire when I heard it. She held on to him tightly. She was
panting.
Suddenly, she moaned "fuck me." Then she screamed. "Fuck me.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Give me your sweet cock. Give me your come."
She entered into his rhythm. She locked her legs behind his
back.
It seemed interminable. I was crying freely.
They reached the summit together.
When he rolled off her, Mistress Pam said to me: "Clean her out
with your tongue, Richard. Taste Bobby's come hot from her
pussy."
"I can't do it."
"Lisa?" Mistress Pam said.
"Do what she says, Richard. Clean me out." Lisa echoed, her
voice breaking. "I told you. I belong to Mistress Pam. And so
do you. She gives the orders. We obey. Both of us."
The next weekend, we moved into Mistress Pam's house, leaving
ours vacant. Lisa was installed in Mistress Pam's bedroom, I in
mine. I no longer had access to Lisa's body or she to mine. I
no longer wore her sweaty exercise clothes to bed nor her panties
to work.
The new routine was that both Lisa and I now wore thong panties
during the day. Always red, like Mistress Pam's. Mistress Pam
used mine for toilet paper before I wore them.
At Mistress Pam's direction, I also re-grew my body hair. She
liked to smear my armpits and pubic hair with her excrement.
That was now my night-time perfume.
I was whipped regularly but Mistress Pam gave more of her
attention to Lisa. In the evening, after work and before
dinner, she often employed her bullwhip on Lisa's ass and a
riding crop on her breasts. When they came down to eat -- Lisa
never in anything but the red thong panties -- Mistress Pam
usually had placed clamps on her nipples.
A couple of times each week, Mistress Pam gave Lisa to Bobby.
Always in front of me. On one such occasion, he took her in his
lap, stripping off the red thong panties. She spread her legs
and he began massaging her pussy lips.
"Finger fuck me," she whispered. Soon he had her impaled fore
and aft on his hand. She rocked her self in his grip, shuddering
to a quick orgasm.
She reached for the buttons on his jeans, her fingers trembling,
undid his fly and pulled out his organ. "Let me," she said,
slipping off his lap onto her knees. She kissed him and tongued
him. His prick stood away from his body. She lowered his
jeans to the floor and took them off his feet. She sucked his
toes.
"Fuck me, Bobby," she said. "Fuck me until I see fireworks."
He took her right there on the rug in front of me, depositing his
come in my wife's vagina. I sucked her clean. It was the only
taste I now got of Lisa's pussy. When I was finished, Bobby
stood up and pulled Lisa to her feet. He was again erect. The
man was unbelievable. He grabbed her behind the buttocks and
lifted her into the air, easing her down onto his penis. He
bounced her and she bounced with him, moaning with pleasure.
After a while, a rivulet of sperm dripped out of her onto his
middle and she screamed: "Yes, yes. I'm coming. I'm coming."
And she shook violently in his arms.
I cleaned her out again. I was weeping.
"Good job, Richard," said Mistress Pam. "You're getting very
good at what you do."
Lisa and I rode back and forth from work together. She told me
she loved me. But she wouldn't let me touch her. "Mistress Pam
doesn't allow it," she explained.
One evening, when we had arrived home, Lisa announced that she
was pregnant. I bit my lip and convulsed in tears.
Bobby grinned broadly: "Told you she'd have my bastard, little
man."
I flew at him, hoping to kill. He knocked me down and fell on me
catching me in a headlock.
Lisa ran to me as I hit the floor. "Let him alone," she
screamed. "Let him alone. I love him. I love him. Please,
Bobby." She flung herself on his neck. She used her nails.
"Let go of him, Bobby," Mistress Pam said.
When he did, I kicked him and he put me down again.
"Take him upstairs and prepare him for the cane, Bobby. I'll
deal with Lisa."
Bobby marched me upstairs with my right arm twisted behind my
back. The pressure on my elbow was terrible. But when he let me
loose, I made another attempt to get at him. So he punched me in
the stomach, then kneed me in the groin. I fell to floor,
moaning and holding myself. He lifted me up, forced me over the
bench and tied me down by my wrists. He wasn't even breathing
hard.
About 15 minutes later, Mistress Pam entered the bedroom. Lisa
followed her, sobbing. She was naked. Mistress Pam had applied
the bullwhip to her buttocks, legs and to the flesh between her
thighs. She bled from several of the wounds. Her breasts were
marked with a network of fresh red welts.
Bobby grinned at her. "Next time we fuck, Mommie, tell me how
much you love him. It's my cock you want. It's my baby you're
gonna have. Say it."
"Say it," Mistress Pam hissed.
Lisa choked.
"Say it, damn you," Mistress Pam repeated.
"It's your cock I want, Bobby," she said. She could hardly get
the words out.
"Say the rest, cunt," Bobby said.
"I'm going to have your baby."
"Yes," said Mistress Pam. "And you're going to watch me use the
bamboo cane on Richard's bare ass. And then you're going to
show Richard how much you love him by sucking Bobby's cock until
he comes in your mouth. And then you'll deposit that come in
Richard's mouth. I don't tolerate rebellion. Is that
understood?"
Lisa wept the whole time that it took Mistress Pam to beat me
into unconsciousness. She hit me eight times, two more than she
had done the previous time she had employed the cane. I would
not be in condition to walk for a day or two and would be unable
to sit indefinitely.
When I opened my eyes, Mistress Pam ordered Lisa onto her knees
in front of Bobby. He stepped out of his jeans and stood in
front of her. She sucked Bobby until he deposited his come in
her mouth. She was leaking tears the whole time. Then she came
over to me on my bench and transferred Bobby's come into my
mouth. I was barely conscious, but I French-kissed her as a sign
that I loved her.
