I woke from an exhausted sleep on Sunday morning with sunlight filtering through Mistress Lisa’s bedroom window. I was naked and wrapped in a blanket at the foot of her bed. I ached from sleeping on the floor and from the pain she had inflicted on me the previous day, but I was a willing slave now and nervously excited at what she had in store for me that sunny day.

I have long been excited by sexual submission and dominance but had recently been taken – by my Mistress, Mistress Lisa and Mistress Cathy, all colleagues of mine at work – much deeper into my submissive self. To the point where I could no longer imagine being dominant. My Mistress had given me, as a sex slave, to Mistress Lisa for the weekend, and Mistress Lisa had promised to take me deeper still into my desire to be dominated and humiliated. 

It was after nine when I heard Mistress Lisa stirring in the bed.

“Get me coffee, Slave, a Cappuccino,” she ordered, her sleepy voice even huskier than usual.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, pushing the blanket aside and crawling naked and on all fours to the kitchen.

I returned with a Capuccino from her coffee machine and knelt beside the bed, offering it to her. She sat up, her large breasts falling heavily against her body, and took the coffee.

“Please, Mistress,” I pleaded, “May I visit the bathroom?”

“You may,” she replied, “and you may also make yourself a coffee.”

I thanked her and crawled from the room, using my time in the bathroom to prepare myself as best I could for the day ahead.

When I returned, she ordered breakfast in bed, which I made and then waited on her. Afterward, she allowed me to eat too.

Even with hair tousled from sleep and no makeup, Mistress Lisa was beautiful. She wasn’t tall, 5’ 6” at the most, with luxuriant dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. Her skin was pale, her eyes a deep brown and she had a delightful snub nose that gave her a slightly haughty look. Her lips were soft and full, her body toned from the gym, with large, naturally firm, breasts.

Dominance came easily to her, even when dealing with someone almost twice her age and who held a more senior position at the firm we both worked for. I was fifty, she was twenty-six. I was a senior manager, and she was a relatively new graduate recruit.

The day before, she had inflicted pain and humiliation on me but had also treated me with kindness. She tested me constantly but hadn’t ever pushed me too far. She understood the responsibility that came with dominance, and I had learned to trust her. 

She allowed me to watch her get dressed in an almost transparent cream dress. It fell beautifully over her otherwise naked body. It was also very short, only just covering her shaven pussy, and cut low, revealing a lot of cleavage. I watched, entranced, as she brushed her long hair and applied bright red lipstick. I was completely smitten and willing to do whatever she asked of me.

She had promised me a spanking this morning for a task I had failed the previous day and I longed to lie across her lap, to feel her body against mine, the feel of her hand spanking my buttocks. 

However, she had also said her boyfriend would be joining us today and told me I would be sucking his cock. I am submissive, but I am also heterosexual. The prospect scared me, but my desire to serve Mistress Lisa, to please her, was stronger than my fear.

Her boyfriend arrived at around eleven, kissing her passionately and slipping his hand under her dress to cup her buttocks. He was a similar age to her, tall, taller than my 6’ 1”, with blond hair, cut on the longer side, and a stubble beard. He was handsome, broad-shouldered with muscular arms, and clearly physically fit. 

When he arrived, I was standing, as instructed by Mistress Lisa, in the middle of the living room floor with my hands on my head. I was naked, except for leather cuffs firmly buckled to my wrists and ankles. Cuffs that had been used the day before to securely bind me.

The young man nodded at me and smiled, almost apologetically. He was clearly well aware of his girlfriend’s desires, that she was turned on by dominating men and kicking them hard in the balls, something she had done to me – so painfully – the previous day.

Looking at him, I felt every one of my fifty years and was incredibly conscious that my stomach wasn’t as flat as it once was and that I now needed Viagra to stay hard. Of course, Mistress Lisa knew all this and had partly invited him so the comparison would humiliate me.

I wondered if he too was her submissive, but his demeanour and the way they were together suggested not. They seemed to be equals.

“Now,” Mistress Lisa said to her boyfriend, who she had introduced as Evan, “My Slave here earned himself a spanking last night, which needs to be given this morning. He actually rather likes being spanked and I think has been looking forward to going over my knee. That, however, would be too easy for him, so I thought you should spank him. As far as I can tell, he’s pretty heterosexual, so that should be an uncomfortable experience for him. OK?”

Evan nodded, smiling, and my heart sank.

“Right,” said Mistress Lisa, “Let’s get on with it, and this is a punishment so I don’t want you going easy on him.” 

She pulled one of the dining chairs into the middle of the floor, next to where I was standing, hands still on my head. 

Evan sat down on the chair, looked at me and patted his knee.

Mistress Lisa stepped forward, touched my arm, and said, “I know this is difficult for you, but you are doing it to obey me, and to please me. Now, lie across Evan’s lap.” 

As instructed, I lowered myself across his lap. I could feel my cock resting between his thighs, against the denim of his jeans. He clamped his right leg over my legs and twisted my right arm behind my back, my other arm in front of me, propping me up, my head almost touching the floor. He held me firmly in position and had clearly done this before. I wondered who else had been across his lap.

I could see Mistress Lisa from my upside-down position, sitting on the sofa her legs tucked almost girlishly under her. Her eyes gleamed and she looked excited at what she was orchestrating.

“Spank him hard for me,” she said to Evan. “Show me how strong you are; I want to see tears running down his face.”

I felt Evan lift his right arm and then he landed the first spank on my right buttock. A powerful blow, pushing me into his lap, his hand large, covering a significant area of vulnerable flesh. It stung painfully and I grunted. I knew I was going to be in tears before this was over, Mistress Lisa had made that clear, but I was determined not to submit to this man, in front of Mistress Lisa, without a struggle. Given where I was, it was a ridiculous attempt to find some dignity, but somehow it mattered.

I have been turned on by spanking for as long as I can remember and have always enjoyed a sexual spanking, both giving and receiving. This didn’t feel like a sexual spanking, it was a punishment, and yet I was still aroused by the humiliation that came with the spanking. I was naked over another man’s knee in front of a beautiful woman who had taken complete control of me. It was like nothing I had experienced before. 

Evan spanked me steadily, allowing each stinging blow to sink in, working his way across every inch of my bottom and the tops of my thighs. The blows were hard, and he wasn’t at all out of breath from his exertion. I, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, trying but increasingly failing to breathe through the intensifying pain.

I noticed him change the pattern of his spanking, repeatedly letting several consecutive blows land on the same spot, increasing my pain. I was now gasping and crying out as the blows landed, but I was still desperate not to burst into tears. I squirmed more on his lap, but he held me firmly in place. 

After what seemed like forever, my bottom on fire, Mistress Lisa came over to me, knelt and stroked my hair.

“You have been brave for me, Slave,” she said, somehow understanding the mental battle I’d been fighting, “but your bottom is quite bruised now. It’s time to accept that you can’t win, that you must take this new humiliation. Let the tears come and beg him to stop. He will stop, but only when you are sobbing and beg him.”

Evan had continued to spank me while she had been talking and, with her kind words and soft touch, the tears came. I was sobbing and snivelling and then started to beg.

“Please,” I hesitated, “Please… Master, I beg you to stop, I beg you, no more, please, please…”

I had called several women “Mistress”, but never called a man “Master”. And I realised that Mistress Lisa hadn’t told me I should call him Master, that I had chosen to do that. 

Evan stopped and let me fall in an undignified heap at his feet. My bottom stung with a deep, burning ache, and I continued to sob, snot running down my face.

Gradually, I regained some composure and Mistress Lisa again knelt, this time to wipe my eyes and face and give me some water to drink. 

“Thank you, Mistress,” I mumbled.

“That’s alright, Slave,” she answered, softly, “But there is more humiliation and pain to come for you, although I know you will bear it to serve me. I think we are forming a precious bond as Mistress and Slave, but you must continue to prove yourself worthy of me, and that won’t be easy for you. Are you ready to continue proving yourself?”

I didn’t hesitate, “Yes, Mistress Lisa.”

She got up and helped me to my feet, before instructing me to stand again in my familiar place, hands on my head.

I stood, my bottom a dull, hot, stinging ache, acknowledging to myself that I had never felt this level of subservience.

Mistress Lisa nodded and Master Evan started to undress. 

I couldn’t help but admire the impressive body that emerged as he removed his T-shirt and jeans. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were complimented by a well-defined chest and abs. His legs were long, his thighs and calves powerful and, as he peeled down his designer briefs, he revealed a very large cock and big balls hanging between his legs. The blond body hair on his chest and around his cock had been cut short.

I already felt incredibly inadequate when Mistress Lisa said, “I am going to measure both of your cocks with a ruler. Whoever has the smallest erect cock will give the other man a blow job. The winner will get to choose between coming in the loser’s mouth or giving him a facial. And, for every inch the loser’s cock is smaller, they will receive a kick in the balls from me. The winner will also get to fuck me while the loser watches.” 

Evan stood next to me, both of us naked, and it was a clear no-contest, just another charade that would result in more humiliation for me.

Evan’s cock was already rock hard.

“Yes,” Mistress Lisa whispered to me, “Evan likes girls and boys. Now, you’d better make your cock hard too while I get the ruler. Oh, and I’m going to film this little contest so I can share it with your Mistress.”

I desperately pumped my cock with my hand, focusing on the movement of Mistress Lisa’s lovely breasts, which were barely covered by the thin fabric of her dress, and my cock hardened. However, she made me wait, measuring Evan’s first. 

“Evan, your cock is a very manly nine and a half inches,” she said, “but we’ll round that down to nine for the contest.” 

She squatted in front of me and, fortunately, the sight of her there in the skimpy dress and then the faintest graze of her hand against my cock as she positioned the ruler, stiffened my cock further. 

“Slave,” she announced, “Your cock is just under six inches, but unfortunately I must round that down to five inches. Not manly at all, in fact rather boyish, except it’s too soft to be a boy’s cock.” 

“Evan,” she continued, still filming with her phone, “you are the winner and may claim your prize. Slave, your cock is four inches shorter and you will therefore be kicked in the balls four times. Because you received a painful kicking yesterday and I pride myself in leaving no permanent damage, you will take two kicks today and return at a time of my choosing for the other two plus interest.”

Evan turned to me and told me to kneel. I obeyed and his massive cock swayed in front of my face.

“Oh, Slave,” said Mistress Lisa, “don’t forget to tuck your pathetic cock and balls between your legs. You are Evan’s bitch now. And don’t forget how we taught you to suck strap-on cock that time in your office.”

I tucked my manhood away as ordered and then Evan grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my mouth towards his hard cock.

I opened my mouth and softly ran my tongue around the huge tip of his cock, tasting him. His cock wasn’t just long, it was thick too. And it stretched my mouth wide as he roughly pushed his cock between my lips and began thrusting, still gripping my hair to hold my head in place.

I tried to relax my throat as he fucked my mouth, but I gagged repeatedly as his cock pushed deeper. My head was in turmoil, hardly able to comprehend that this was happening.

Eventually, he let go of my hair and gave me the chance to breathe. I ran my tongue along his massive shaft and then licked pre-cum from the tip, spitting on his cock to lubricate it as I had seen women in porn do. This obviously aroused him as he started fucking my mouth again, making me gag more.

It seemed longer until he let me gasp in some air, but when he did Mistress Lisa said, “Suck his balls.”

I bent further forward and took one and then the other ball into my mouth. They were smooth, hairless and massive, much bigger than mine. I sucked them hard and he moaned. I realised then that the more I pleased him and turned him on, then the faster this would be over. 

I sucked his balls hard again and then returned my attention to his cock, spitting on it again and using my right hand to pump it, spreading my spit and his pre-cum all over the surface.

With my hand still holding his cock close to its base, I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, again borrowing from porn, until strands of spit mixed with pre-cum formed between my mouth and his cock. He took his cock and slapped it against my face, spreading spit and pre-cum across my lips, cheeks and chin. At several points, Mistress Lisa came in to get a close-up with her phone; my humiliation captured in High Definition.

And then he was thrusting into my mouth again and I could tell he was close to orgasm. He pulled out, again holding me by the hair. Without being asked, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He used his own hand to take himself over the edge and then shot a massive load of cum into my face. It covered my tongue, and my lips and even went into my eyes and hair.

I admit that I’m turned on by porn where a man cums in a woman’s face, I think because those women, usually on their knees, are dominated, treated roughly, made to look like whores and degraded; and now all that had happened to me and had been captured on camera.

Next Mistress Lisa was standing over me, still filming. She looked pleased, although I could only see her through one eye as the other was sticky with Evan’s cum.

“Well,” she said, “What a glorious slut of a cocksucker you are! You may have a pathetic little cock, but you have other talents! I am very pleased with you, Slave, but I must now kick you twice in the balls. Then you can watch while Evan fucks your Mistress, a prize that could have been yours if your cock was more manly.”

She led me to the empty second bedroom and secured me, using my wrist and ankle cuffs, to the metal rings fastened to the floor and ceiling. My body was stretched out like a letter X and held firmly in place. Evan’s cum adorned my face, my mouth ached from having his cock thrust into it, and my buttocks were burning, but I knew what was to come was worse, especially as my cock and balls were still tender from receiving four kicks from her the day before. 

Mistress Lisa had taught me, painfully, that ball-busting was the purest expression of a woman dominating a man, and of a man submitting to a woman. I could see in her eyes how her complete power over me excited her.

She put the camera down but positioned it so it could continue filming. The day before, she had been naked when she kicked me but had also taught me a painful lesson about ogling a woman’s breasts. So, I tried hard to avert my eyes, even though I could clearly imagine how her body would be moving under her dress.

“Are you finally learning some manners, Slave? Some respect for women?” Mistress Lisa laughed as she spoke. “How badly do you want to look at me right now?”

“Very badly, Mistress,” I replied, “but I’m sorry, I am trying to learn.”

“You may bow your head and look at my feet, Slave,” she said calmly, “they are the only bit of me that should matter to you at this moment.”

I stared at her quite dainty feet, the skin smooth and pale, her red-painted toes neat and well-manicured. She stood with her feet slightly apart and firmly planted as she readied herself. I watched, powerless, as she lifted her right foot and kicked my soft, exposed, balls hard, and then surprised me with a second kick right after the first, making me scream and retch almost at the same time, slumping against my bindings. The pain was horrible, my eyes filled with tears, and I felt sick.

As I hung limply from my bindings, she nestled her head against my chest and comforted me. “You have done so well, Slave, you have proven your devotion and there will be no more pain today. However, ‘Master’ Evan must claim his final prize.” 

With that, she released me, but only to lead me to her bedroom and secure me again, spread-eagle and face-up, to her bed, my balls still hurting.

She went to get Evan and the two of them returned, laughing.

“Well, Slave,” she chuckled, “I said you could watch Evan fuck your Mistress. Keep still and quiet and I might let you lick a real man’s spunk from my pussy.”

They kissed passionately, and Evan removed her dress. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself, naked and on all fours so that her pussy was right above my face, almost within licking distance. Evan positioned himself at the end of the bed, where he could slide his massive cock into Mistress Lisa from behind. When he did, his large balls bounced along my face.

He started to fuck her, slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, just a couple of inches above my face, his balls dragging back and forth across my face, which was still covered in his cum. When I looked down and along my body, I could see Mistress Lisa’s large breasts swinging free below her. My cock stirred, but my balls still hurt so much. 

I watched as Evan reached around, grabbing Mistress Lisa’s tits, fondling them, the speed of his thrusts increasing. She was moaning loudly, both of them breathing more heavily.

Before long he was pounding into her, her body rocking from his repeated impacts, her breasts swinging wildly. Drops of their sexual juices started to fall onto my face, the smell of their arousal in my confined space was powerful, and still he pounded, her moaning intensifying.

They finally came, together. Mistress Lisa had another violent squirting orgasm, her juices pouring down onto my face and into my nose and mouth. Evan pumped his sperm deep into her as she came 

She briefly lay sprawled on top of me, out of breath, our bodies touching, my face between her legs. I strained against my bindings to try and get closer to her, but I was too tightly tied to the bed. Then she turned and straddled my chest so that her dripping pussy was above my mouth.

“Would you like to eat my pussy, Slave?” she teased, still filming me with her phone. “You can, but only with a real man’s cum seeping out of it. The same cum you still have all over your face from sucking his cock! You certainly couldn’t have fucked me like he did, making my pussy so full, with your tiny soft cock, could you?” 

“No Mistress, I couldn’t, I’m sorry about my pathetic cock, but please let your Slave eat your beautiful pussy, I beg you please.” 

She smiled, lowering herself so that I could lick her pussy. Her pussy lips were wet, swollen and spread, a large glob of Evan’s cum glistening between them. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his spunk, swallowing it, my mouth filling with her juices too. She ground into my face, smearing more of their juices across my face, and she came again, noisily and messily. 

This time, Mistress Lisa didn’t wipe my face. She left me tied to the bed with multiple layers of her and Evan’s sex juices in different stages of drying on my face, chest and hair. My balls hurt, and my bottom still burned from the spanking, my whole body ached, and I was very thirsty.

I heard them chatting and laughing, then showering together. They said goodbye and the front door opened and closed, which I assumed meant Evan had left. 

Mistress Lisa came back into the bedroom, showered and fresh. I watched as she dried her hair with a hairdryer and put on lipstick again, before choosing a light, summery dress to wear. It fit her perfectly, had a blue and pink floral pattern, was sleeveless, and sat several inches above her knees. She again left her feet bare and wore no bra or panties.

She left the room and returned with a bottle of water, lifting my head to help me drink.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said.

“That’s alright, Slave,” she said, her soft, husky voice, soothing me, “I am very pleased with you, and I think your Mistress will be pleased with you too. She is coming here this evening with Mistress Cathy, and we’re all going to watch the video I took today, so they too can enjoy seeing you humiliated.”

She left me again and I listened to what seemed the bizarrely normal sound of someone getting ready for visitors. She returned after maybe twenty minutes and untied me, before allowing me to relieve myself in the bathroom. I looked longingly at the bath, but clearly, Mistress Lisa wanted the other women to see me in my disheveled, sex-stained state, even though I still couldn’t see properly out of one eye because it was sticky with Evan’s cum. 

“Slave, you will be waiting on us tonight,” Mistress Lisa said, “and you will wear this.” She held up a frilly, white maid’s apron on which she had written in felt pen, ‘My cock is tiny and soft’.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you,” I said as she tied the apron round my waist.”

I realised she was still holding the felt pen and she started writing on my chest.

“This says,” she said mischievously, “‘I suck cock and swallow.’ You do suck cock don’t you, Slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I suck cock,” I answered.

Next, she wrote on my back.

“And this says,” she chuckled, “I cried and begged when a real man spanked my bare bottom.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Slave. Now, our guests will be here soon. You will greet them at the door.

“Yes, Mistress Lisa.”

The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath before opening the front door. My Mistress and Mistress Cathy had arrived. They looked stunning together.

My mistress was in her early thirties, just taller than me today in her designer high heels, painted toes on display, her blond hair only recently cut shorter. She was posh and beautiful with the natural arrogance of one used to being in charge. On this warm day, she too wore a light summer dress, her arms and legs bare.

Mistress Cathy was about my age, also tall, but slim and elegant with shoulder-length dark hair. She was also wearing a summer dress with bare arms, bare legs and heels that weren’t as high as My Mistress’s. The last time we had met, Mistress Cathy had caged my cock.

My Mistress looked at me in my naked and dishevelled state and chuckled, “My, somebody has been having fun!”

Mistress Lisa came to greet the other women and there was a lot of laughter, all at my expense. I waited on them in my maid’s apron, kneeling in front of them with glasses of wine and snacks while they sat in the living area, chatting.

“Time, I think,” said my Mistress finally, “to watch this video.” 

“Slave,” my Mistress commanded, “kneel in front of us, hands on your head, and tell us what you have leant this weekend.”

I knelt on the hard floor in front of them, my knees hurting. Mistress Lisa sat on the right of the sofa, Mistress Cathy on the left and my Mistress, slightly to my left, in an armchair. From my kneeling position, I had a lovely view of three pairs of shapely bare legs.

“Well, Mistress,” I began, “I think I have learnt more about how to submit without question. I even started to find a strange calmness in accepting I have no control over what happens to me. I have learnt to trust Mistress Lisa and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, as I think the video will show.” 

“I am also trying to learn that my sexual fulfillment is irrelevant, although, after two days of constant sexual stimulation, I am in a highly aroused state. I think, though, although I am very turned on, I have no expectation of sexual release, certainly no right to it.”

“What else have you learnt, Slave?” Mistress Lisa asked, “It’s written on your chest!”

“I’ve learnt how to suck a real man’s cock, Mistress,” I answered.

The three women laughed at me, but then my Mistress said, in a kind voice, “I am pleased you are learning that you have no right to an orgasm. I also know how aroused you must be right now. However, we have decided to make you wear a cock cage for two weeks, starting now. Stand up.”

I stood and Mistress Cathy got up too, the cage already in her hand. 

“You have a choice, Slave,” Mistress Cathy said in a matter-of-fact tone, “it is more comfortable wearing a cage for long periods if we shave you first, otherwise hair can catch on the cage. Would you like me to shave you?” 

I hesitated, but then said, “Yes please, Mistress Cathy.”

She led me to the bathroom and twenty minutes later I was back standing in front of them, my pubic hair gone. After shaving me she had also applied a cream to my cock and balls, explaining that was also for my comfort, to prevent chafing.

The cage was made of plastic and consisted of two parts. The first part was the base and had a ring through which Mistress Cathy pushed my tender balls. The second part included a transparent tube, into which my cock was pushed, and an integral lock. There were holes at the end of the tube to allow me to piss.

As the other woman watched, Mistress Cathy squeezed my cock into the tube and used a key to lock the two parts of the cage together. The tube was a snug fit and there was no way my cock would be able to harden while I was wearing the cage.

Then my Mistress spoke, “To ensure it isn’t an easy two weeks for you, Slave, we will take in turns every couple of days to make sure you get very turned on.” 

“And, said Mistress Cathy, “you are not allowed to touch yourself, except to wash and reapply the cream. If you touch yourself more than that, you will be caned hard and wear the cage for another month. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Cathy.”

“Now,” said Mistress Lisa, “face the television and kneel again, hands on your head.”

I knelt, naked except for the maid’s apron, my hair and face covered in Evan’s cum and Mistress Lisa’s juices, my balls aching, my bottom aching and I assumed bruised, in fact, I ached all over.

The television was large, maybe a 55” screen, and soon I was staring at a large High-Definition image of Mistress Lisa measuring my cock. The women laughed and joked, at my expense of course, as I lost the contest. As they watched Evan spank me on the big screen, they laughed again at my bruised bottom, a close-up of tears streaming down my face and then me begging Master Evan to stop. 

It was more humiliating being forced to watch this with the three women laughing at me than it had been to experience it all. Now I had more time to think about it and I felt utterly broken. It wasn’t that long ago that I had sometimes been the dominant one, my Mistress submissive to me, but there was no way back to that place. 

Then the screen filled with an image of me sucking Evan’s huge cock, and my three Mistresses fell momentarily silent. They saw the moment I fully engaged with the task, the way I borrowed from porn, the way his cock stretched my lips and repeatedly made me gag. 

My Mistress, sounding genuinely impressed, complemented Mistress Lisa. “Well, Lisa,” she said, “you have taken him to a new level of submissiveness.” 

And then to me, she said, “Do you even recognise yourself, Slave?”

“Mistress, I replied, “What has happened, how quickly it has happened, how much has changed, it’s overwhelming, and there have been times this weekend where I haven’t recognised myself; but it was Mistress Lisa who took me on the journey.” 

“You’re besotted with Mistress Lisa, aren’t you Slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I am.”

“Perhaps,” my Mistress mused, “I need to bring young Lisa down a peg or two. She may be your Mistress, but I still out-rank her.” 

I saw the two women exchange looks, but our collective attention was suddenly drawn back to the television by the sound of me screaming. I had just been kicked hard in the balls, twice. 

The women re-wound the video a couple of times, enjoying my pain. I was turned on by their reaction, by their laughter and ridicule, by my complete submission to all of it, but the cage gave my cock no room to harden.

Then Evan was fucking Mistress Lisa inches above my face and, at last, I was licking his cum from her pussy. Then the video finished, and, after a pause, my Mistress told me to turn around. 

I obeyed and saw that my three Mistresses were all sitting with their legs spread and their summer dresses pulled up around their waists. They weren’t wearing panties and were obviously turned on by what they had just watched.

“Slave,” said my Mistress, “you may beg for permission to worship our pussies.

I bowed my head to the floor and begged.