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The Flush
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As I always did when I got home, I went to the answering machine.
There were 3 messages that evening: the first two were people
selling things. The third, however, was from Rachel, the dominant
mistress with whom I had served for over 2 years. I was
completely her slave, sexually and otherwise.
She had been away on a business trip for the past 4
days. "Sorry I missed you, Bill. I'm not coming back
tomorrow after all. This deal is going well, and if I
stay a while longer I may be able to wrap it up
immediately instead of coming back again next month.
I'll let you know when I'm coming home, but it probably
won't be for a few days. Meanwhile, continue all of
the things I asked you to do around the house. Also, a
friend of mine has opened an exercise center, and I
told her that you'd certainly want to sign up. The
membership fee is $200, and I've made an appointment
for you to start tonight at 8:45. Shelly's Work Out at
27712 Verona. She's expecting you, and I'm sure that
she can give you a good work out."
I was a bit surprised at the message, especially since I didn't
have a particularly bad body already. Rachel wouldn't have
allowed that. But as it was already 8:20 and I wouldn't think of
disobeying her, I left immediately. Shelly's was in what appeared
to be a converted motel just south of the interstate. I arrived
promptly at 8:45, and a pretty young blonde girl behind the
counter took my name, looked at a clip board, said I was expected
and asked me to wait until Shelly was free.
About 10 minutes later Shelly arrived and sat down. She was a
very attractive black woman who carried herself with the
confidence of the owner of the business. She asked for the fee
and gave me a form to sign. The form asked for several physical
details, and at the bottom had some legaleese that absolved the
Center from liability if I got hurt misusing their equipment or
for not following a counselor's instructions. I signed it.
As soon as I handed the form back to her, she looked over at the
girl behind the counter and said "Play the tape."
"Hello Bill." I was surprised to hear Rachel's voice.
"I'm glad you obeyed me so well. While this is a normal
exercise club during the day, in the evening Shelly
does a bit more. Since you will have missed at least 2
of our play sessions by the time I get back, I've asked
Shelly to spend some time to keep up your training.
She and I have discussed the specifics. Obey her as you
would me, or when I get back I'll make you wish you
had."
I suddenly realized that all of the customers had left by 9:00,
and the counter girl had been locking the door and turning off
the outside lights. I was alone with these two women who, while
they certainly were very pretty, suddenly seemed very menacing
and dominant as well.
"Bill, take off all of your clothes immediately, and then come
join us in the women's locker room. Don't speak unless spoken
to. I am Mistress Shelly; this is Mistress Laureen. She's a new
Mistress, and I'm going to use you as a demonstration aid in
teaching her about punishing slaves."
I did as I was told, and entered the locker room about 60 seconds
later. Mistress Laureen immediately put a blindfold on me, took
me to a corner and told me to stand facing it until I was told
otherwise.
It seemed that I stood there for hours. I heard them both take
showers, and could occasionally catch phrases of the
conversation, "...until he has bright red ass cheeks....just keep
pushing...at least three times...".I was both terrified and
fantastically curious about what was going to happen.
My cock was already at attention when Mistress Laureen grabbed it
and told me to follow her. I was still blindfolded, but she
didn't lead me into anything or go too fast. Her iron grip gave
me little choice, however.
After she stopped, I was told to remove the blindfold, and after
getting my focus was staring at the two women. They were dressed
in black merry widows with push up tops that exposed their
nipples and made them seem to beg for attention. They wore no
panties but did have on black stockings held up by a garter belt.
The effect was spectacular.
They were seated facing each other with their legs alternatingly
interlocked, forming a "double lap." They pulled me forward
across it, spreading their legs momentarily so that my hard cock
was caught between two.
"To show you whose boss here, we're going to start you off with a
spanking. Mistress Laureen will attend to your right ass cheek
while I'll do the left," Mistress Shelly said. "Keep your hands
behind your back and your feet in the air."
Immediately I felt a sharp SMACK on my left cheek followed
quickly by one on my right. Their rhythms were each irregular,
though not especially fast, and a few times they struck
simultaneously. After about 20 swats on each cheek my ass was
really getting sore. "Please stop for a minute, Mistress" I
begged. They seemed not to hear me and kept up the swatting.
"Please !"
Then without warning it stopped, and Mistress Shelly was
squeezing my balls in a death grip. "I told you not to talk
unless you were spoken to. If you forget that kind of order
after only a little hand spanking, then you're in for a real
lesson that will make you remember who's in charge here!" she
scolded. "Stand up and bend over. Put your palms flat on this
bench. Keep your knees straight and spread your feet."
I scrambled to obey, started to apologize for speaking without
permission, but thought better of opening my mouth again.
"If you move at any time before we tell you to, you'll get extra
of whatever you're getting when you move. Then we'll start over
so you'll get it all again," she explained.
While she was doing so, Mistress Laureen had been tweaking my
nipples, making me gasp with pain. "Go ahead, Laureen. I'm going
to make it harder for him to move while we really heat up his
tail."
While Mistress Laureen continued to tweak my nipples, Mistress
Shelly pulled my cock back between my legs and tied a long
leather thong around it. Next she took another and looped it
around my balls, and then tied it around the bench I was bending
down to. Finally, she took a third and tied it to the other
bench, so that if I moved either direction my balls would be
pulled.
"Mistress Rachel has told me how much this slave can take, and
we're not even near his limits. Besides, tonight we're going to
stretch those limits quite a bit. Laureen, why don't you start
with 25 with the ruler. Remember to work the whole area, and
especially that tender crease where the thighs join the hips."
Mistress Shelly was obviously taking control and enjoying it.
Thut! Thut! Thut!... The 25 strokes landed on my ass again
setting it on fire. Mistress Laureen let a few seconds between
each so that I really felt it before the next one hit. In all it
probably took about 2-3 minutes.
"Think that you'll hold your tongue until asked now Billy?" asked
Mistress Shelly.
"Yes Ma'am" I sobbed back.
"Is your bottom hot, little boy ?" asked Mistress Laureen.
"Yes Ma'am" I answered.
"Not as hot as it's going to get," added Mistress Shelly.
"Let me show you this, Laureen."
I felt something rubbing between my legs, in the space between
the base of my cock and my asshole. Then it felt very warm, and
then it started burning, almost as much as my bottom cheeks.
"This is Icy Hot. We use it in the exercise room for sore
muscles," she explained. "It's a different kind of hot than the
spanking, but I think thatgiving a slave both is really
interesting. Each makes the otherseem worse, even though I
didn't put them on the same place."
That thought was just too much for me. "Please don't put them on
the same place, Mistress. Please !"
"This slave is still talking without being spoken to, Mistress
Shelly. Should we remind him more ?" asked Mistress Laureen.
"Absolutely," she answered. "And let's give him something to
think about while we do."
With that she put Icy Hot on each of my nipples, then clothes
pins. She told me to bend over again, and said that this time
she would do the spanking, and she would use a hairbrush.
SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!... SPLAT!...She spanked in fast groups
of four, then let the heat sink in. It was awful, especially on
my already blazing behind. After about two dozen she stopped and
I heard them walk away. It was all I could do to maintain the
position.
A minute or two later I heard them come back, but I certainly had
learned not to say a word. Mistress Shelly reached down and
played with the nipple clamps, releasing them and putting them
back on shifted 90 degrees. "Go ahead. Get it good and greasy."
I heard her say. I had only a few seconds to wonder what she
meant before I felt Mistress Laureen shoving her finger into my
asshole. "Use at least two fingers, and ream it around all the
way," Mistress Shelly encouraged her.
I groaned a bit while this continued, but still said nothing.
WHAP!
"I think that finishing off this part of your punishment with a
dozen from my paddle is just what you need," Mistress Shelly
said.
Before I could think another thought another WHAP! landed, and
then holding on to the bench, gritting my teeth and taking it was
all I could think of. At the end of the dozen she put the paddle
on the bench right in front of my face. I was still gasping. I
heard her say "Let's go get ready for his next phase," to
Mistress Laureen and then walked away.
I stayed there recovering from the paddle pounding I had just
taken for several minutes, and I guess I let my mind wander a
bit. I didn't even hear Mistress Laureen walk back up behind me
before I felt her hands on the leather thongs tied to my cock. I
jerked in surprise.
"Hold still while I untie you!" she demanded. Continuing a bit
more conversationally, "Mistress Shelly can certainly swing a
paddle, can't she. Your tail is still radiating heat, and I'll
bet it feels sore for days."
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, not wanting to say anything that could
in any way be anything but totally submissive.
She had me stand up and blindfolded me again, then once again
grabbed my cock and balls and used them as a leash to lead me to
another room. My bare feet could feel the tile floor, and I knew
I was in the showers. When she took the blindfold off Mistress
Shelly started talking, but I missed the first few words as I saw
hanging from one of the shower posts a bulging red enema bag with
its red hose and black nozzle gleaming. I HATED ENEMAS.
"... discussed with Mistress Rachel, and she thinks that my using
you to teach Mistress Laureen about punishment enemas is an
excellent idea. They are, you know, a real specialty of mine.
I've never had a slave be a behavior problem after I used enema
discipline on him. Rachel tells me that while she has
occasionally given you an enema to humiliate you, she has never
thoroughly cleaned you out, nor made the enemas themselves the
punishments. Today that will be different. You will be given
enemas that will be very difficult to hold. They will cause
cramps that may even take away your breath for a few moments.
You can be certain that they will do no lasting damage, as I have
done this many times and will probably do it many more, sometimes
to you.
"Now the rules for you are very simple," she continued, "You will
do everything that we tell you to do or your punishments will be
increased. After you have been given an enema, you will retain
it for as long as we tell you to. If you do not, then while
holding the next one you will be spanked in proportion to the
time you were short. However, it you are about to lose control,
tell us, so that you can release it into the toilet. If you lose
control in here, while the tile floor will make cleanup easy, you
will get extra strokes. Besides, just think how embarrassing it
would be for you to be blowing dirty enema water out of your
asshole in front of two ladies like Mistress Laureen and me. Now
let's get started. Get up on the table. I won't tie you in
position, but I want your wrists tied together so you can't get
your hands in the way. Spread you knees apart, get your nose
down and your bottom up."
Through the last part of this she had been prodding me into the
position she wanted me in and tying my hands together. I was on
top of a plastic covered massage table with my asshole totally
exposed and my cock (still at attention) and balls hanging
freely.
"Laureen, I'd like for you to handle the equipment. Billy, this
first enema will be two quarts and you'll be expected to retain
it for 5 minutes after it is all in. You may ask us to stop the
flow going in one time, but your retention time will not start
until it is in. For each minute short of 5 that you retain it,
you'll get 10 hairbrush strokes during your next enema. Also,
since the purpose of these enemas is to clean you out if you
don't hold them the allotted time, it may require additional
enemas. If you lose control before you get to the toilet you'll
get an extra 20 strokes. Laureen, go ahead."
The nozzle they were about to use on me was right in front of my
face, and I couldn't help but stare at it. It was about eight
inches long with a shaft about the diameter of a finger. At its
end was a ball about the size of a golf ball, and there were
seven holes at various positions on the end of the ball where the
water came out. It was covered with vaseline (?), and I had no
doubt where it was going in moments. I wondered if the ball would
hurt going in...
It did. Not really a lot, but Mistress Laureen placed it on my
anus and just shoved it in without slowing down much. A few
moments later I heard the "click" of the valve and felt the water
filling my gut. It was really hot, and I gasped and moaned at
the same time.
"Now you can see the reaction that a hot soapy solution has,
Laureen." Mistress Shelly was discussing me as if I were a lab
animal. "While he probably feels that this is too hot, at 115
degrees it won't really hurt him in any lasting way. The hot
water will, however, make the castile soap more effective. The
solution will run further up into his bowels, relaxing his
muscles and exposing more of the tissue to the soap solution. It
takes a well trained recipient so hold one like this very long.
Don't ever make them any hotter, though, or you might deaden the
nerves inside the rectum. Then he might develop chronic
constipation and require enemas just for normal functions. You
want to keep them 'special'."
I was beginning to feel like my gut was burning up.I had also
started to sweat profusely from the hot water, and the soap had
started to generate that loose bowels or diarrhea feeling. I
didn't know how long I was going to be asked to retain this
fluid, but I started hoping it wouldn't be too long, and
composing my begging to be allowed to release it early without
too much punishment. Suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound and
realized that it must be all in.
"Now to really get a cleansing enema to work to maximum effect, a
vigorous massage of a slave's lower belly is a requirement," she
instructed. "Watch how I do it, and then you try it. You don't
need to hold on to the nozzle any more, it'll probably stay in by
itself, or you can just pop it out if it gets in your way."
Mistress Shelly started really working over my gut, and until I
squeezed my asshole shut as tight as I could I thought I was
going to blow the enema out right then. Just as I flexed my
sphincter Mistress Laureen did "pop it out" and as I squeezed the
hard plastic I thought I was bruising myself permanently.
Mistress Shelly realized what had happened and just chuckled.
"You timed that nicely, Laureen. Now see how I'm working over
his belly to cause the enema to get into every nook and cranny of
his colon ? You try it."
Mistress Laureen did, and the torture continued, although a bit
more gently.
Suddenly, I knew that I only had a few seconds to get to the
toilet. I clenched my asshole very tight and said "Please
Mistress, I've got to go to the toilet so I don't make a mess
here. Please!" I didn't wait for an answer, but jumped off the
table and started... I didn't know where the toilet was! I turned
around and looked them both, my face screwed up with the exertion
of holding my asshole closed. Mistress Shelly, enjoying taking
her time, looked at Mistress Laureen and said "He obviously
doesn't know where he's going. Would you like to show him,
Laureen ?? And you might go with him just to make sure he
doesn't misbehave while he's gone."
Mistress Laureen pointed to a doorway, and followed me as I race
waddled through it, going as fast as I could without releasing
any pressure on my asshole. I found the toilet and was startled
to see as I sat down that the seat wasn't smooth but was covered
with ribbed plastic. As I sat down I discovered that the ribbings
were short spikes, dull enough so they wouldn't penetrate the
skin, but sharp enough so that my well spanked bottom really felt
them. That pain, however, was secondary to my relief of getting
to the toilet only a quarter of a second (it seemed) before my
gut exploded and a torrent of dirty, smelly water rushed out. I
let out three or four hundred gallons (at least) before I heard
Mistress Laureen laughing at the door. I looked up and saw her
really enjoying herself, and was so ashamed that I looked at the
floor and hoped I could find a hole to crawl into.
"Flush it to get rid of the smell," she commanded. I'm sure that
you've got lot's more inside you, but while you're getting rid of
it, I think that I want you to do something else too."
She pulled a stool over in front of me, sat down, pushed her tits
at me and ordered me to suck them. "And if I don't like the way
you do it, I'll give you an extra enema and an extra spanking."
Needless to say, I focused my attention on it thoroughly, though
I flushed with embarrassment each time another spurt of enema
found its way down my colon and out my anus. (I actually think
that she moaned with pleasure once or twice.)
After about 5 minutes of this she stood up and adjusted her merry
widow. I could see that her nipples were really hard and
standing up, and I hoped that I might have pleased her enough so
that she would go easy on my for a while. "Are you finished
shitting ?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," I replied, "could you please
give me some toilet paper," I continued, since I had been unable
to locate any. "Beg for it," she instructed.
Realizing that my hope for leniency was not to be fulfilled, I
begged, "Please, Mistress Laureen. Please let me have some
toilet paper." I could see that she liked hearing me beg, and
that she wasn't going to respond until she heard more. "Please
let me have some toilet paper. I don't want to upset you and
Mistress Shelly by going back in there without having used some.
Please Mistress Laureen."
She stared at me for a few more seconds, grinning, and then took
some paper from under a sink. "No. You can't have the paper.
Stand up, turn around and bend over with your head on top of the
tank. I'll wipe you."
If I thought that I'd been embarrassed before, I'd been wrong.
Nothing that I'd ever had done to me by Mistress Rachel or anyone
else was even half so mortifying as the thought of this striking,
sexy woman wiping my bottom as if I were a little 3 year old.
But I decided I didn't really have a choice. The results of my
disobedience to their orders was very clear. Slowly I complied
with her orders, and felt wave after wave of humiliation as she
wiped the paper up and down my crack.
Mistress Laureen took me back to the showers, where Mistress
Shelly was waiting for us. They had me get back up on the table,
and again ordered me into the NOSE DOWN & BOTTOM UP position.
Mistress Shelly had refilled the enema bag, and again I was
staring at the nozzle while they talked for a minute. I didn't
hear all of what they were saying because I was staring at the
enema nozzle just a few inches in front of my face. It was an
extra large butt plug converted so that a tube was stuck through
its middle.
As I wondered how it would feel, and dreaded the upcoming attempt
to insert it I heard Mistress Shelly tell Mistress Laureen to
"regrease" my asshole. Almost simultaneously I felt her stick
two fingers, and then another, into me and begin working them
around to thoroughly lubricate me again. I tried to relax, and
closed my eyes to concentrate on loosening my sphincter as much
as possible. Suddenly I felt the fingers slide out and the
nozzle start in. It was huge. I pushed out as much as I could
to ease its passage, but the pain of its entry brought tears to
my eyes. Just as I thought I was going to have to scream for
relief from the intrusion I felt its ridge pass into me and there
was some relief from the stretching.
The ladies allowed me a minute of rest while they did something
out of my vision. Then I heard the ominous CLICK of the valve
and felt the air in the tube rush into my gut, followed by the
water.
"AAARRHHH !" I yelled immediately. The water was ICE COLD, and
my poor abused gut started cramping savagely as soon as it hit.
Mistress Shelly just laughed and told Mistress Laureen that this
kind of "surprise" always generated that kind of reaction. Then
she told me that while she'd slow down the flow a little bit, I
was going to take it all before she stopped. She asked Mistress
Laureen to begin massaging my gut, while she reached between my
legs and grabbed my cock.
Every few seconds I could feel the cold water run into a new
section of my bowels, and every time I'd have another gut
wrenching cramp. Mistress Shelly was massaging my cock fairly
aggressively, and each time she saw me react to a cramp she'd
speed up a bit. Every time I got even a little close to cumming
she'd push it back between my legs and squeeze the tip to stop
the orgasm response. The pain from the enema and gut massage on
one hand and the pleasure from her hand on my cock was confusing
as hell, and driving me crazy.
Finally I heard the gurgle of the last few drops of water and
heard Mistress Laureen clamp off the hose. Mistress Shelly slowed
down and then stopped her hand on my cock, but didn't remove it.
"Now that it's all in, you can concentrate on holding it for a
while," she said. "Mistress Laureen can concentrate on your
backside with the hairbrush since you didn't hold the first enema
as long as you were ordered to. I believe that you earned
30 strokes."
I had been so focused on the pain in my gut and pleasure in my
crotch that I had totally forgotten about the spanking I had been
promised for failing with the first enema. I started to babble
that I'd do better if she'd only give me another chance when
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! again set my bottom on fire.
Mistress Laureen had started the spanking.
Mistress Shelly again started playing with my cock, and this time
I had three conflicting sensations to deal with. Just as the fire
in my penetrated through my whole body another group of 5 landed.
I tensed up so much that my gut started cramping again and my
anus bruised itself squeezing the plug nozzle.
For the first time since I was a little boy I was so overwhelmed
by a punishment that I started to cry. At first it was just a
whimper of two, but when the third set of hairbrush spanks landed
I was totally defeated and out of control. I was just bawling.
It was so bad that even with the cock teasing I lost my erection.
Mistress Laureen finished the spanking, and somehow I managed to
retain the enema while she did it. I guess that the plug nozzle
helped on that score. Mistress Shelly and Mistress Laureen both
just stepped back and let me cry for a couple of minutes, and
then stepped up and rubbed my sore bottom and back and comforted
me. Having made me so completely theirs they clearly enjoyed the
victory.
After a few minutes I had composed myself a bit. Mistress Shelly
had me stand up and she reclined on the table. "Now slave, I
think you're ready to please me. Start licking that pussy until
I tell you to stop, and listen closely to my instructions. Do it
exactly as I tell you to, or I'll ask Mistress Laureen to remind
you to listen more closely. The reminder will be another set of
brush strokes."
Needless to say, with that incentive I sucked in my blubbering
and dove into my task. She had me lick her clit and then her
cunt, and then back to her clit again. It seemed like I'd worked
on her for at least 15 minutes when my tongue started to get
really tired. I slowed down just a bit, and though I don't know
how she was signaled, Mistress Laureen gave me five strokes with
the brush right across the crease where my thighs meet my bottom
cheeks. I restarted in earnest and didn't care how tired I got.
I wasn't going to earn that reminder again.
After an eternity she pushed me away. "Well slave, you only made
me cum three times. Next time you'll have to do better, but for
a first time I guess we'll let it pass."
Mistress Laureen then took me back to the bathroom, pulled out
the plug nozzle (rather brutally) and let me release the enema.
As before, my sore bottom was forced on the toilet seat with the
hard rubber ridges. As before Mistress Laureen made me suck her
nipples. As before she made me beg her for toilet paper, and as
before she totally humiliated me by wiping my bottom herself.
As Mistress Laureen led me back to the shower room for the third
time I wondered what else these two women could do to me.
Already they had embarrassed and humiliated more than I had
imagined possible, they had tortured my insides and beaten my
bottom, and they had so totally taken control of my body that I
had regressed into a bawling little boy. Yet when I saw Mistress
Shelly standing next to another full enema bag hanging from a
shower I knew it wasn't over.
This was to be the final cleaning out of my gut, I was told.
They ordered me to bend over the table while they explained and
inserted a long colon tube up my ass. The tube, they said, would
allow them to start the water into me very near the beginning of
my large intestine. I was to hold as much water in as possible,
but when I absolutely couldn't take any more I would let it out.
Once I started letting any out I should push out as much as
possible. The tube would be held in place by a collar placed
around it and stuck just inside my anal sphincter. Unless I
worked very hard, I wouldn't be able to push the collar out but
the water could flow out around it.
The enema bag was an open top model so that they could refill it
as often as needed. The flushing of water through my gut would
continue until the water I released was as completely clear as it
was on its way in. Mistress Shelly said that it usually took
about 3 to 5 flushes.
As an incentive to take as much in as possible before I let any
out, every time I let any out they would give me two strokes with
a rubber paddle. It was lying on the table and looked very
harsh. To manage the mess I would make the entire process would
take place with me standing at the intersection of two shower
streams.
By the time they had finished this explanation I was tied with my
hands above my head at a point between two showers. Each Mistress
turned one on and pointed it at me. One was just a bit too hot
and the other just a bit too cold.
Mistress Shelly clicked the valve on the enema bag and the flow
started. This was the first time I'd ever had a colon tube used
on me and the effect was strange. I really did feel the water
first hit me high up in my bowels. Also, since I was standing
and relatively closer to the bag's height, the pressure wasn't as
bad as I expected.
After a few minutes, however, the pressure in my gut was every
bit as bad as it ever got. I'd been watching the water level in
the bag and was determined not to let any out until I'd taken the
whole bag, but then Mistress Laureen refilled it from one of the
shower heads and I gave up on that idea. I tried not to look,
but after a few more seconds I knew I was going to have to
release a load of water. I glanced over at the two Mistresses,
and was disappointed to see that they were both watching me
closely. I really didn't want them to see me shit out the water,
but I finally realized that I had no choice. I relaxed my anal
sphincter and dumped at least two quarts of water on the shower
room floor into the flow of water towards the drain.
Mistress Shelly walked over to the edge of the water and looked
at the floor. "Well slave, you're still full of shit it
appears." As I looked up at her Mistress Laureen landed the
first of two hard paddle swats on the top part of my ass cheeks.
Then the second one hit just as I was recovering from the
surprise of the first.
My poor bottom had taken almost all it could, and I again was
almost ready to cry. I started concentrating on holding the
water again, but the paddle landed a third time. "...talking to
you slave. Can't you hear me ? Do we need to get your attention
again ," Mistress Laureen was saying.
I had missed her question ! "Please no, Mistress. I just couldn't
hear you over the noise of the water. What did you say,
Mistress," I asked.
She repeated that she wanted me to guess how big the enema bag
was and how much water I was letting run through my gut. I
guessed 2 quarts, adding that I thought that was the size of all
enema bags. Both Mistresses laughed and Mistress Laureen told me
that they had been using 3 quart bags on me that night, and that
in time they would get me able to take enemas of up to 4 quarts,
at least.
I again had to let out a load of water, and with Mistress Shelly
swinging the paddle they broke me again. I was once more returned
to the condition of a crying little boy, but this time rather
than comfort me in any way they both just stood there and made
fun of me. Try as I might I just couldn't stop crying as I stood
there with water cascading out of my butt, my bottom cheeks
burning and these two sexy but cruel women laughing at me.
After seeing that they had touched the bottom of my despair they
decided to stop the enemas and they untied me and sent me to the
bathroom This time I was allowed to go alone! They told me to
be back in four minutes for the end of the session, after which I
could clean up and go home.
I really tried hard to empty myself completely while I was on the
toilet. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was eager
to get the last of it over with and get out of there.
When I returned to the shower room, they took me back to the pun-
ishment table and blindfolded me. After standing still for a few
minutes they made me bend over the edge of the table, and I could
tell that my face was only inches from a woman's pussy. I won-
dered which. Suddenly someone was whispering in my ear to start
licking, and remembering the penalty for inadequate performance
in this situation before I dove in with gusto.
Moments after I was licking the pussy (Mistress Laureen's, I
decided since the taste was different than before), I felt a
dildo being shoved rapidly into my asshole and the instant it was
deeply planted there I felt Mistress Shelly's legs bang up
against my thighs. I was being butt fucked with a strap on
dildo!
She had taken me so fast that I'd not been able to relax and
accommodate the dildo very much, so I truly felt as though I were
being raped. I stopped licking for a second or two as I groaned
and I felt a hand grab my left nipple and tweak it harshly.
Mistress Laureen ordered me back to work on her pussy, which I
did.
Meanwhile, Mistress Shelly was aggressively pounding into and out
of my ass with her rubber cock. I heard her announce that she
intended to continue until Mistress Laureen had cum as many times
as she wanted. I also felt her reach around to my cock and begin
massaging it.
Mistress Laureen came at least twice, and seconds after the
second time Mistress Shelly accelerated her hand on my cock.
Then I heard her almost yell "Cum for me slave. Cum for me now!"
I hadn't realized that I was as close as I must have been, for
almost immediately I had a crashing orgasm and shot cum all over
her hand and the table. After one more deep thrust with the
dildo she stopped. She left it buried to the hilt in me and
unstrapped it from her hips. I was dimly aware that Mistress
Laureen had gotten up from the table, but I just lay there in the
half twilight that lingers just after a terrific orgasm.
WHAP! "Get up and get moving, slave." Mistress Shelly ordered.
"You have 10 minutes to shower and get dressed and get out of
here. It's way past closing. Next time Rachel sends you over
here we won't be nearly so easy on you."
As I started to comply with her orders only one thought filled my
mind: NEXT TIME ??
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