RAND'S SUBMISSION: A LIFE OF OBEDIENCE

Rand had gone through a particularly confusing morning. He had met a young woman while he was barely dressed out in the street and, after learning of her dominant streak, was totally fascinated by her. This made him late to meet Amanda, his former work assistant and now total Mistress at their office who he now served.

Showing his obedience, groveling, and debasing himself in front of Sharie, his wife and overall Mistress, as well as Amanda, his Office Mistress, made sense to him, but his feelings toward the street urchin did not. Looks-wise, she was nothing that generally appealed to him. Although he suspected a generous and shapely ass underneath, he concluded that she was not his "type."

RAND ARRIVES

After he finally disengaged from his street temptress, he hurried toward his meeting with Amanda, stumbling up the stairs as he went. As he approached the door, he checked his panties, making sure they were on straight. He also checked them for stains. He noticed some pre-cum leakage but quickly adjusted his briefs to cover it, hoping it would elude Amanda's eagle eye. Beads of sweat dotted his brow as he looked down and saw a small package with his name on it.

FOR RAND: OPEN AT ONCE.

He immediately ripped it open. In his haste, he ripped the note in four sections.

He scrambled on the floor and finally put the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle.

U TE R LA

He realized this made no sense, so he tried again.

LA TE R U

He thought, "Hmmm...this spells out something."

He tried again. This time, it clicked.

U R LA TE

"You...are...late. You are late. I got it! You are late!"

He squealed with excitement until he realized this was not good news. He realized he had been shouting and immediately tamped down his voice. He hoped nobody heard him, but his hope was in vain.

"WHAT WAS THAT? RAND?"

There was silence.

"RAND?... Is that you?"

"Yes, Amanda...er, MISTRESS AMANDA. SORRY, I DROPPED YOUR NOTE AND RIPPED IT. SORRY!"

"COME INSIDE. CRAWL TO MY DESK. IN THE LOWER RIGHT HAND DRAWER IS A ROLL OF SCOTCH TAPE AND A BOTTLE OF LOTION. PLACE THE LOTION ON MY DESK AND TAPE THE LETTER BACK TOGETHER. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND WAIT."

This he did diligently. After fifteen minutes, she slid another note under the door.

"Look in the top right-hand drawer. You will find three pairs of my panties."

He found them easily. Seemingly alone, Rand snuck a not-so-discreet sniff of two of the three panties. He used his olfactory senses on the two sexy, lacy pairs, leaving the cotton ones alone. As he read the rest of the note, he was shocked that Mistress Amanda seemed to have read his mind.

"I trust you enjoyed sniffing my scent since, as a man, I know where your mind goes when you are near panties. Now get them away from your nose and follow my instructions carefully. Take the unfashionable and used cotton flowered ones and stuff them in your mouth. Next, stand up and remove your own briefs and panties and replace them with my virginal white lacy pair. I got a larger size to accommodate you. DON'T STRETCH THEM OUT OF PLACE! Finally, take the longer sheer black transparent ones with the garter attached. Place them over your head, making sure to cover your eyes. Once all three are in place, sit on the chair with your back to the inner office with your hands on the arms of the chair"

He almost ripped the white ones she told him to make sure to be careful with. He checked them out again and figured he got away with not stretching them. He next stuffed the cotton ones in his mouth. She said it was used, and he first detected a familiar and acidic odor he knew and did not like. Wanting to get away from that odor, he rearranged the panties and stuffed them back into his mouth. Again, an unmistakable smell wafted through his nostrils. Contrary to the first smell, this pleased him immensely as he knew she must have been excited the last time she wore them. He inhaled deeply and even pressed his tongue against it to sample.

Next, he picked up the slinky black garter and sheer panties, feeling them with the tips of his fingers. These garments seemed new, although her fragrant perfume had graced them, reminding him of the day before when she walked past him in the office, causing a large swelling in his pants as he ran to the bathroom, afraid it would be noticed. He remembered wondering what if this was the color she wore that day as his cock twitched inappropriately. He carefully adjusted the black treasure atop his head, making sure it obscured his vision before sinking into the chair.

With his back to the door, he waited. Beads of perspiration once again began forming on his brow. He hoped they would not roll onto the black panties and garter. He arched his head back, willing the sweat to roll around her sexy lace panties. With the cotton panties in his mouth, he began drooling. Oh no, he would stain the material.

Please come quickly, he thought.

He managed to gain control of his bodily fluids and looked up at the ceiling. Now it belonged to his former assistant, who used to gently joke with him about his habit of wasting time tossing pencils in the air, sticking them to the ceiling. Then he remembered the first spanking he received from Amanda after she moved into his office. She told Rand to let the staff go an hour early. As soon as they left, she ordered him to strip as she did the same. She spanked him over her nude lap for messing up the ceiling. Despite her stern admonishment, she was turned on by her dominance over him and was glad when Rand thanked her afterward. With the punishment over, Rand showed his gratitude for straightening him out by eating her pussy.

After dressing, she had him bend over his former desk and whacked his already punished ass several times to keep it the color she wanted. As she left, he was given one more task. With red and sore hindquarters, he stayed after hours that night, cleaning up the office naked before she moved in for good, claiming it for her own and relegating him to the bullpen. She made him wait even after he was finished by hiding his clothes. At 8:00, she called and let him know where she had stashed his clothes. Knowing this would make him late to get home to Sharie, she let loose a wicked chuckle, knowing the thrashing his backside would receive for being late.

The following morning she took one pencil and marked it with a Sharpie: "No pencils on Amanda's ceiling." She made him carry around that pencil every day as a reminder. He knew failure to do so would result in disappointing her. He only forgot it once but, being well-trained, admitted this fact to her before bending over for a punishment well-deserved. He fumbled through his shirt pocket until he felt the offending pencil in place.

He heard the door creak open. Soon, a familiar hand began stroking the side of his face. It was Mistress Amanda. She removed the cotton panties from his mouth before grabbing his ear roughly. She pulled him out of the chair and threw him to the floor, his blindfolded and nearly naked body crashing against the side of the desk.

"What were you told about being late?"

This voice came from the other side of the room. It was not Amanda's nor Sharie's. Who was it? It sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. In his confusion, he thought he would play it safe, but this only dug his hole deeper.

"To respect my Mistress and follow her instructions. I am sorry for not being on time."

The voice from the other side of the room spoke again.

"Get on your hands and knees with your back to her desk."

Once in position, he smiled as he felt Amanda's hands on his ass. She bunched the white panties together, giving him a wedgie before applying lotion liberally to his ass. His ego swelled with pride every time he submitted to her. When she reached around and massaged his penis through the lacy white panties, something else began to swell. She did not have to handle him long before he oozed pre-cum. Not allowing him a full release, she said nothing else as she wiped her entire hand on his back and walked away. He could hear her pumping the hand sanitizer, which he had personally installed in the office while it was his, but which he no longer had access to without Amanda's permission.

He heard the desk drawer open. She rummaged through and pulled something out before slamming it shut. Feeling something thin and hard on the bare skin of his right ass cheek. He recognized it as the new wooden ruler she sent him out to buy the day before. He knew he was soon to feel searing pain from Amanda, but instead of flinching or backing away, he pushed his ass out to her just as she liked. He never hesitated to accept her thrashings. She tapped his ass three times before starting.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He felt the throbbing from the machine gun pounding she was giving him. She never slowed down to give him a chance to catch his breath once it started. Feeling his glutinous cheeks with her hand, she tapped his ass three more times with the ruler. Just as Rand began to relax, the assault began once more.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He knew she had expended a lot of energy and wanted to thank her, but did not get the chance as she quickly stuffed the panties back into his mouth and set the ruler down. She ruffled his hair gently and walked a few steps away as he heard her stiletto heels meet the floor.

Once again, the voice from across the room provided the instruction.

"Keep those cotton panties in your mouth and don't slobber over them."

SHARIE AND FRIEND

He then felt the warmth of the woman who took care of his daily needs whispering in his ear and rubbing his throbbing rear. It was Sharie, his life partner.

"You were asked to remember the rule about not being late, and your answer about always respecting your Mistress was very clever, dear. But which Mistress were you talking about? Are you even sure it was a Mistress? Right now your Mistresses include myself and young Amanda. Could it have been another woman that knows your submissive side?"

"Yeth, Mmm..."

"What?"

"Yeth..."

"Oh for heaven's sake, someone pick up the ruler. Give him two sets of ten. Remind him to thank us after each set with his mouth full before he is allowed to speak clearly again."

Rand felt the searing pain on his ass once more as the ruler bit into his flesh repeatedly.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Uhh!"

"Thk...you...Ma...m!"

Rand felt the welts rising. He hoped it was over but knew better. This was only one set, and Sharie always made sure her orders were carried out to the letter.

With his ass on fire from the wicked ruler, he nonetheless did not beg for leniency. He braced for the next assault.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

He put his head down as tears began to flow. He felt the wetness on his cheeks as he involuntarily emitted muffled sobs. Suddenly, his head was jerked upward as his hair was pulled roughly. He remembered to listen to Sharie's orders. He shouted, a bit too loud.

"Thethhh you...Ma...m!"

He heard a muffled sound as someone fell against him.

"Uhh!"

He felt the gold necklace with the "M" imprinted on it brush up against the underside of his chin. He smelled her unmistakable scent and felt the soft tresses of the woman who had momentarily lost her balance and fallen on him. Instantly, he knew. It was the lovely Amanda.

He inadvertently caught her by extending his hands to the small of her back, which slid down further to her lovely hindquarters. He now grasped her lovely ass. He was in a quandary. Holding her this way prevented her from falling to the ground. But she was his second Mistress now. He needed to have permission to hold her this way. He had no choice and held her tightly.

His mind quickly processed what had happened. While bending over, Mistress Sharie had taken a swat at Amanda's lovely rear, knocking her into him. While Amanda was decidedly his Mistress, Amanda served as Sharie's submissive and could be spanked by her at any moment.

"Sorry," he heard Mistress Sharie say, "Even fully clothed, I couldn't resist."

Amanda giggled at her Mistress. She looked at Sharie and nodded.

"I'm all yours, Mistress."

As she lay in the strong arms of her former boss, she seemed to notice him for the first time. She allowed him to help her up until she regained her composure and stood firm on her two feet once more. She turned to him and pinched his cheek before slapping Rand across his face.

"Don't get ideas, Rand."

She then added a backhand and looked toward Sharie. She breathed a sigh of relief as Sharie nodded approvingly.

Quickly, Rand processed what happened. In the room were Mistress Sharie, Mistress Amanda, and one other woman whose voice he also recognized. Three women who seemed ready to dominate him. This was getting interesting.

As Amanda walked away, he felt Sharie stand in front of him as she allowed him to inhale the sweet, musky smell of her naked sex before leaning over him. All her feelings for him spilled out of her. No matter the state of their kinky side, they were always deeply in love and dependent on each other.

She took his face in her two hands and planted a sensuous, open-mouthed kiss upon him. She passionately held the kiss for a full minute. She stuck her tongue deep inside, enjoying the dance their tongues engaged in. She knew she was making a spectacle of herself and her husband, but deliberately held the intimacy longer than normal. She was making a point. Not only did she control her husband fully and completely, but she also held sway over every woman in the room as well.

Finally, she pulled out, taking time to gulp the air while remembering she was with two other women and did not want to appear vulnerable.

"Do you know who took the panties out of your mouth?"

"Yes, Mistress."

SLAP!

She smacked his face with her strong right hand. This was a slap Rand had felt often. Sharie knew that confusing her slave was the best way to reassert her dominance. She also knew she had to come up with a way to have Rand differentiate between her and Amanda while there was a third female in the room, so her slap served two purposes.

Previously, it was agreed that Amanda would be addressed as Mistress Amanda and his wife simply as Mistress. However, without warning, she changed that dynamic.

"You know you have only to call me Mistress, but from now on, when we have other females here, use my full address with my name, please. Mistress Who?"

"Mistress Sharie!"

She let her hand droop across his lips until he kissed reverently.

"Of course, since this is a brand new rule, I need you to learn it at once without forgetting. What is the best way to do this?"

"Punishment, Mistress."

She slapped him again.

"MISTRESS SHARIE! MISTRESS SHARIE!"

Without reference to his error, she continued.

"What kind of punishment do you suggest, slave?"

"A spanking, Mistress Sharie."

"Very good, slave. You learned quickly."

He smiled since he remembered the full address. Of course, his still-stinging left cheek was a terrific reminder.

SLAP! The sound of hand meeting cheek filled the room. She held his face with her right hand, forefingers on his left side, thumb on the right.

"Who is in charge?"

"You are, Mistress... Sharie!... Always!"

He braced for another wallop, which did not come. Instead, she tapped his nose and kissed his forehead.

"I am happy my right hand has helped you to address me correctly, but remember, even with others in the room, when we are deep into a conversation, you may still use the alternate address of 'Ma'am.' Now, what were you saying?"

"Please spank me. I deserve it, Ma'am. I don't wish to disappoint you."

"So this would be a remembrance spanking. Like when I spanked you hard the one time I forgot to tell you to bring home my small plant."

"Yes, Ma'am. You let me decide whether spanking me would be the proper tool for helping you curb your forgetfulness. You blistered me deeply then."

"Very well. Since you asked so nicely, you will receive another full spanking. But later on. At home."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Bend over."

He obeyed and was instantly slapped across his ass.

"That's a reminder. Don't you dare let me forget!"

"No, Ma'am. I won't!"

"Excellent. Now, who took the panties out of your mouth? Tell me quickly."

"Amanda!"

SLAP! She cracked him hard against his left cheek once more, but was not done this time.

SLAP! With the back of her hand, she smacked the right side of his face.

"Is that how you address her?"

"MISTRESS AMANDA! MISTRESS AMANDA!"

She stared down at him. She kept her hands at her sides while Rand waited for the longest five seconds of his life. Finally, he blurted out his desire.

"May I please kiss the hand that slapped me?"

"NO!"

Rand's heart sank. Had he damaged their relationship beyond repair?

Suddenly he felt her hand on his head. She stroked his hair playfully. She was not angry.

"Kiss my feet, instead."

Rand happily groveled before her and began kissing the tops of her feet. She pulled away and sat, taking off her shoes.

She lifted her delicate left foot to him. He took her foot and nibbled at the dusty bottoms. He reached her toes and, starting with her pinky toe, he began sucking.

"Amanda, take off your shoes and stand over us."

As Amanda silently got close to them, Sharie began fondling her cute rear, bringing a smile to the face of the younger woman.

"Wait for him to finish sucking the toes of my left foot. Rand will then kiss just the tops of your feet before moving on to attend to my right foot. Watch him carefully and make sure he is doing a good job. Give his ass a few swats to encourage him along. You must make sure his foot worship is good enough for my feet. If I think it is inadequate, I will spank you both."

"Yes, Ma'am. Should I use an implement?"

"Yes, you should, and spank him anyway, even if he does a good job. I have a long-handled paddle that I was going to use on him tonight. Use it lightly. I want to be the first to really break it in."

The woman burst out laughing at this joke, including the voice of the third woman behind Rand.

She then slapped Amana's ass smartly and moved closer to her husband.

Sharie quickly removed the panties and garter from his head so he could get a full view of what she planned next.

"Now, show Mistress Amanda some respect by worshipping her feet and asking her forgiveness."

Rand picked her foot off the ground and placed all of her toes into his gaping wide mouth, and he began sucking. Amanda started to moan audibly.

"Mmm. Yes, Rand. Mistress Sharie told me your foot-worshipping skills were almost as good as how you kiss ass. She is a good judge of talent."

With Rand's mouth otherwise occupied, he could not respond, so Sharie did.

"That is a nice compliment, Amanda. After a little more toe sucking, I am afraid you'll want my husband cleaning and massaging your feet a great deal more. I like that. When he gets home, he'll be eager to attend to mine since his naughty mind is already geared in that direction. I know he has been looking forward to also worshipping your cute ass, which you have been teasing him with, but for now we need to stop. I have other plans for him."

After extricating his mouth from his younger Mistress, Sharie slid down to him and planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his neck while holding her lips and teeth in place until a hickey began to develop. Forcing him to the floor, she obscenely started grinding her pussy into his balls. She licked her way up to his ear and whispered something to him before disengaging. Turning, she grasped his penis and began gently stroking repeatedly until he was ramrod straight and moaning softly. She tested his limits further by opening her mouth to engulf his swollen member.

Now his moans were loud as she swirled her tongue about his helmeted head. This was the first time Sharie gave him a blowjob in front of witnesses. He felt about to burst but knew he needed her permission to cum. It was sweet torture as his small head controlled him completely.

"Oh, God! Oh God!"

He closed his eyes and was ready to explode into the stratosphere.

"Mistress, may I??"

Sharie did not answer.

"AH, AH!"

Just as he was about to lose it totally, his sexy wife pulled her mouth away. She grasped his penis hard by the base and placed her other hand above his slit, whispering to him while calming the intensity that had built up.

"No, darling, not yet. You were doing so well that I gave you a reward. I can see that you liked it. OWWW, you had some pre-cum leakage. Well, that's understandable. It doesn't count as cumming, so you held off, even with my mouth on you. I am proud of you."

She licked the tip of his cock and sucked him once more. She then found his mouth and pushed her tongue deep inside.

"TASTE!"

The pre-cum oozed slowly into him. There was only a little, but she was having fun toying with him.

"It's salty, Ma'am."

"Yes, but good since it comes from you. What would you say if you were fed your own cum regularly each time I allow you to explode? Or Amanda does? Or a third party?"

This was a new sensation for them, but this time he learned not to question her judgment and face another spanking when she was proven correct. The only thought that caused him to pause was the mention of "a third party," but that slid out of his head immediately. His answer was quick and enthusiastic.

"I would feast on it, Ma'am. I would thank you and attend to your love canal until you explode... if you let me."

"Oh, yes, my slave of a husband. I will let you. Believe me, I will let you."

She leaned over and gave her husband a smart slap on the ass before turning back to Rand's attractive Office Mistress.

"He gives the best answers, doesn't he, Amanda?"

"Absolutely, Ma'am."

"Good. Now where were we? You were about to beg Mistress Amanda for forgiveness."

Rand ambled over to his younger Mistress on his knees.

"Mistress Amanda, will you please forgive me for forgetting to address you properly?"

"Yes, of course. But first you need a reminder."

SLAP! She connected with his left cheek, knocking him off balance and leaving imprints of her hand against his cheek. Just when he felt he was going to fall over, she backhanded him.

CRACK! Her backhand righted him again.

Rand was stoic but crying inside.

When she was done, she held her hand out until Rand kissed it delicately.

They both looked up at Sharie.

"Good. You both did well.

"Amanda, please come over here, but keep your back to me and away from Rand. I am afraid that he doesn't get to view your delicious ass...Not yet, anyway. "

Rand began feeling sorry for himself. Not because his ass was about to be pummeled, but because he felt his chance of kissing Amanda's ass slipping away.

With Amanda staring at Rand, Sharie slid her hands under Amanda's skirt and slid her pair of sheer purple lacy panties down her bare thighs, coming to rest just above the knee.

Rand was mesmerized at this wondrous sight. He wanted to smell her scent and feel the silky folds of her violet pussy cover.

Sharie tossed the purple panties to the female behind him.

"Please take over Mistress Amanda's duties."

Without a word, she caught the bright purple panties and placed them under his nostrils. He inhaled her scent greedily and treasured his reward. His reward was to be short-lived as she picked up the paddle and maneuvered his body until he was facing away from her in a kneeling position.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Sharie nodded her approval and looked sternly at her husband.

Rand turned to his tormentor.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

The next smack was the hardest blow.

WHACK!

She lifted his feet and placed Amanda's sexy panties around his ankles, allowing them to rise up to his calves, essentially locking his legs together. She put her hand on Rand's right rear cheek before adding a soft smack.

"Feel the heat rising, Rand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Now you may look closely at your two Mistresses."

Sharie nodded her approval and turned her attention once again to the lovely Amanda's backside standing before her as she seductively stroked her knees before sliding up her thighs.

"I love the delicate skin on your tanned, gorgeous legs. How do you keep it so smooth?"

"Moisturizer, Mistress."

Sharie ran her hands up to her shapely, pert rear.

"Even on your buttocks?"

"Yes, Mistress. I like the feel against my clothes as I walk."

"And shake those shapely hips while you soak in the attentions of men who try to look your way discreetly?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Amanda felt her face flush at this confession.

Sharie patted her just below where the thigh met the start of her ass. She pictured many men, including Rand, ogling her. Sharie drew her hand back.

SMACK!

"Uh..."

A small gasp escaped Amanda's lips.

"Slut."

Sharie bobbed her head close to her target and nipped Amanda's left ass cheek with her front teeth, causing the younger girl to jerk forward.

"Ooo!" She involuntarily emitted a soft breath.

"This lotion would probably make your rear more vulnerable to pain if someone were to spank it hard, though."

Sharie felt her backside while indiscreetly making it difficult for the poor girl to answer.

"I...guess...it....would...Ma'...Ma'...'am."

This time, with both hands, she smartly smacked Amanda's pert ass. She made sure both hands smacked her several times until everyone heard moans.

"AHH."

Sharie smiled. "Well, I think it does. But I'm pretty sure you don't mind it so much, pretty lady."

She added two more simultaneously for the sole purpose of further arousing them both.

SMACK! SMACK!

Rand watched Amanda closely and felt his erection grow as she smiled. Then, to his astonishment, she bent further over, offering Sharie more access. She was enjoying it!

Amanda was a true top, but it seemed she could also bottom.

Rand's hold on his self-control was weakening as Sharie did something neither was expecting. After coolly feeling the dampness around Amanda's pussy, she squirted lotion into her hand and inserted her finger between Amanda's ass crack, invading her lightly used inner sanctum.

It was a tease. She was in and out quickly, but it got the desired surprise from them both.

Sharie was determined not to let him see too much of his young Mistress being taken. Instead, it was time to torture him with what he wanted most but could not yet have.

Sharie stood behind, grasping her tightly to keep her from falling while her hands held the young woman's upright bosom, circling her fingertips around her attentive nipples as they begged for attention. The young woman let out a highly audible moan, pleasing Sharie immensely, as she had total control over her now. Sharie also relished the effect it was having on her slave of a husband.

Sharie began rubbing her freshly smacked cheeks, cooling the heat. Staring at her delirious husband, Sharie loudly whispered in Amanda's ear.

"My lovely girl, do you think he should see your cute ass like I am seeing it right now?"

She pinched her cute bottom hard before fondling her gently.

"Amanda?"

She now heard the woman groan softly as she kept up her attention.

"I, I... I...oh, oh, oh..."

Sharie began raining soft butterfly kisses on her back while relentlessly peppering her with questions. Rand was overcome. He so much wanted to stroke himself but knew he couldn't without permission. Sharie, however, knew him better than he did. Her demonstration with Amanda was a test which she knew he'd fail. His hand now unconsciously grasped his stiff penis.

"Did you promise him ass worship?"

"Not quite, Mistress. I was...I was thinking about it...I did...not...NOT...promise."

A laugh came from behind them as the woman loudly spoke.

"Looks like he's thinking about it now!"

Immediately, Rand's hand released his member. The woman smacked his ass and told him to behave. Rand looked at Sharie. Fearful of her anger, she was amused.

"Well, Rand. I guess it's hard not to when Amanda is so close. True?"

Rand's scarlet cheeks marked his agreement.

Sharie released Amanda for the moment, allowing her to regain her wits. She let the quiet sink in. A master of tonal quality, she used a calm, almost clinical voice to get the attention of everyone in the room and assert her dominance over the group.

"Alright, everybody. Let's proceed. Rand, I know it's hard, but control yourself!"

"Yes, Ma'am...Eh, Mistress...Eh, Mistress Sharie. I will try. It is hard. Like you said, I am only a man."

"Well, do it! I gave you an order. Also, put your head down again and speak only when you are spoken to."

Rand got into position, glad to wave his ass in the air-conditioned breeze.

"Rand, you may answer me now. I bet you would like to know who the lovely lady behind you is. The thing is, I won't be "introducing" her to you since you two have already met."

Rand knew her voice was familiar, and now his instincts were confirmed. But he wondered who it was. With his head still down, he gave her a muffled response, which Sharie took to mean "yes."

"Pick your head up. I want you to see this."

Sharie beckoned to her. She came to Sharie's side and sat. As she came into Rand's view, it was no surprise to him that it was the cute police officer who had pulled him over as he hit the curb while masturbating in his car, thinking of Amanda.

"Hello, Rand."

Her tone was sweet and innocent. Rand was momentarily stunned, but soon it all came back to him.

"Hello...eh...eh..."

"Call me 'Cherry.' Officer Cherry, if you like."

"Hello, Officer Cherry."

"Rand, why is it that the two times I've met you, I've caught you jerking off?"

"I...I...well, Ma'am..."

"You like it, don't you?"

Rand stared at this younger woman and could not respond.

"Were you thinking of someone in this room?"

Rand bowed his head shamefully and nodded.

Sharie smiled wickedly. She exacerbated his embarrassment by commenting on his fixation with Amanda.

"Mmm. Amanda, what a cute caboose you have. No wonder he 'creams' of worshipping it."

The ladies laughed discreetly as Officer Cherry removed the last vestiges of her clothing, leaving everyone in the room nude. She draped her green see-through panties over his flagpole, using the panties to masturbate him. He loudly responded.

"AH! AH!'

Several drips of pre-cum escaped his lips before she grasped his balls tightly and brought her mildly damp panties to his mouth.

"LICK!"

He did so at once. Unlike his first time, he did not hesitate to taste his own bodily fluids. Cherry smiled and tossed the panties near him.

"A souvenir, Rand."

Sharie was highly amused and was impressed, but not surprised by the third woman's take-charge attitude. Sharie asserted her own authority.

'Officer Cherry, spin him around. Let's get a good look. at our handiwork."

Rand's ass was now on full display. It was red, but not as red as she liked. Sharie gave Rand a choice. Naturally, she was way ahead of him. Like a good submissive, she knew he would always choose what his Mistress proposed. Secondly, his masculine brain was geared for what she had in mind.

"I know you'd like to see what your Mistresses are doing. You may watch as I continue with Mistress Amanda. But you must pay penance before you get to view further. Additionally, if you agree, our friend behind you will be constantly whacking your rapidly reddening ass with my paddle. I am feeling devilish today and may not wish to stop for a while, so your rear could be quite crimson until it's over. It's your decision."

Without hesitation, Rand responded.

"YES! YES! Please, Ma'am. I would like that."

"I knew what your answer would be. As Amanda and I are getting ready, you will receive seven swings from the paddle before we start to get you warmed up. Count each and thank her after each one."

Rand eagerly put his head forward and, with an exaggerated loud voice, spoke.

"Ma'am, would you please do me the honor of letting me feel the paddle?

Without a word, she complied.

WHACK!

"ONE! Thank you, Ma'am."

"Wait!" Sharie interrupted. "Call her something else. Try Mistress Cherry. Start over."

WHACK!

ONE! Thank you, Mistress Cherry."

"No!" Sharie interrupted again. "That's not good. We haven't discussed allowing you to have yet another Mistress yet. Although your authoritative attitude is impressing me."

The lovely woman smiled and offered Mistress Sharie a solution. "How about, Officer Cherry?"

Sharie beamed. "I like it. Let me hear it."

"WHACK!"

"ONE! Thank you, Officer Cherry."

"That's it. Rand, use that address. Start over again. You don't mind, Rand, do you?"

"No, Ma'am."

"WHACK!"

"ONE! Thank you, Officer Cherry."

"WHACK!"

"TWO! Thank you, Officer Cherry."

This continued until she reached the final stroke, which now counted ten. Rand's count grew ragged, lower in volume, and unclear.

"Se-v-en. Th-thank you...Ma'am."

Sharie calmly instructed her devoted husband to stand and turn around. Sharie placed both her hands on his rump and felt the heat. She pinched him hard, making him jump.

"Not bad, Cherry, but we will redden it up more. What do you have to say to all of us, Rand?"

"Thank you, Mistress Sharie. Thank you, Mistress Amanda. Thank you, Officer Cherry. Please use me for your amusement as you see fit."

"Come over here, Cherry. I would like Amanda and me to show you our appreciation for your quick thinking. Rand, close your eyes and bend over with your head on the floor. Don't peek! The women in your life need a private moment."

Officer Cherry came to where Sharie and her young protege stood. Amanda pulled her close as they kissed open-mouthed. Amanda ran her hands up her smooth caboose and squeezed tightly.

"Mmm. I bet Mistress Sharie can't wait to get her hands on this!"

"I can't! Bring her here."

While Amanda was expertly swirling her tongue around the woman's mouth, she reached around her hips until her back was to Sharie. The taller woman grabbed her ass and felt her up as Amanda lowered her mouth, tasting the folds of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. Meanwhile, Sharie rubbed her pussy against her lovely ass that Amanda so thoughtfully sandwiched against her. As Amanda worked her way down, she squeezed her tits together, sucking at her nipples gently before giving the left one a little bite. Sharie ran her fingers through her hair as Amanda knelt before her. Cherry let out a loud moan as Amanda licked her clit before forcefully tongue-kissing her. Cherry nearly collapsed as Sharie caught her and was visibly supporting her weight until it became apparent that she was about to go over the edge.

Cherry's moans turned into screams.

"AH! AH! AH!"

Meanwhile, Rand was going crazy listening to all that sexual energy and inhaling the scent of female emanation flowing throughout the room, which he was forbidden to watch.

Cherry was sure she was beyond the point of no return, but Sharie knew better. She broke away from Cherry and sat on the power chair in the office. She reached down to her lower register, producing a commanding voice which could not be ignored.

"STOP!"

Like a shot, Amanda instantly disengaged.

Sharie raised her right foot and snapped her fingers. Amanda dropped to her knees and slavishly started kissing her foot. Satisfied that Rand's Office Mistress was under control, she turned toward the new recruit. But Cherry was blabbering on, totally out of control, in front of Rand.

"No! No! Please! Don't stop! I'll do anything! I'm ready!"

"Not yet, Cherry!"

"I can't stop."

"Yes, you can!"

Cherry looked up at Sharie's calm and controlled demeanor as Sharie took Cherry's chin in her hand and stroked her hair gently. Cherry realized that although Amanda was a Mistress herself with full authority to order Sharie's husband around and punish him at will, there was no question as to who was in charge of them all.

As Sharie snapped her fingers again, Amanda stopped attending to her feet.

Sharie looked at Cherry.

"Do you want to go over the edge?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Mistress?"

Sharie squeezed her cheeks between thumb and forefinger as she shook her head roughly.

"I have not allowed you to call me that. While you have proven quite adept at dominating Rand, you are not ready to assume Mistress status yet."

"I am sorry. I felt like I would do anything to explode."

"I can see that."

"Of course. You were dealing with two expert Mistresses giving you a treat. By the way, that is how a slave should be treated. Never knowing if he or she would be allowed release."

"You are not a Mistress. You will not get what you want when you want it. However, if you are still willing to do anything for us to push you over the top, we can do that for you today. This comes with one condition, so think carefully. You must become a slave to other females for a six-month probationary period. That means above the level of Rand and other males. Do you consent?"

"Yes!"

"Amanda, I think someone needs to taste my paddle. Cherry, get into position."

Cherry looked incredulous but soon accepted her fate and crawled over Amanda's knee.

Amanda felt her juicy ass and massaged her rear. This was going to be fun. She knew Cherry needed this.

WHACK!

"OWW, it hurts! I didn't think it would hurt so much!"

Sharie signaled for Amanda to stop the spanking. She was annoyed.

"You need to learn. To give punishment, you must know punishment."

Cherry nodded in agreement but found speech an impossibility.

Sharie approached Cherry and kissed her forehead tenderly. She stepped away and signalled for them to get back into position.

"Amanda will begin again. She will start you off slowly. Originally, you were to receive ten. For complaining, you have earned five additional spanks. Thank her for giving you attention and teaching you to rise in status."

WHACK!

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

WHACK!

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

This was repeated until Amanda reached ten. After a short pause, she added the additional punishment.

Amanda stopped and tapped her flaming cheeks, but Cherry made the mistake of sighing as she relaxed. Immediately, Amanda added two more. They were harder than all of the others.

Sharie, ever the Mistress, would not skip a teaching moment.

"Don't relax, Cherry, until you are off the lap. Remember that when you are punishing a male slave."

Tears ran down Cherry's face as she nodded vigorously.

Officer Cherry was beyond reasonable thought. Immediately, Amanda maneuvered her on her back. Although she winced as her rear hit the cold floor, she soon forgot her hurt and was in heaven. Amanda worked her tongue in and out of her pussy while her fingers swirled about her clit. Sharie knelt down beside her and began sucking her tits. Cherry lifted her ass off the floor as she started to twitch. Sharie smacked her nipple and gave her a pinch. Pain and pleasure coursed through her.

"Aww! Ooo!" Cherry squealed. "Ooo! Ooo!"

Cherry erupted. Her juices dribbled in and out of Amanda's mouth as it gushed onto her thighs. Amanda climbed atop Cherry and kissed her, exchanging what was left of her juices into her mouth. Amanda then tongued Sharie to give her a taste. Cherry was breathing hard as Amanda turned her over and slid her knees under her until her ass was sticking up.

While Sharie concentrated on massaging and kissing the left cheek, Amanda descended on the right. Working as a team, they began spanking until her ass cheeks were glowing again. They did not want to go any further. Instead, Sharie used Amanda's lotion on her to cool her skin. They continued holding her in this position until the heaving of her ample breasts relaxed, and her fluttering stomach returned to normal. The calm soon returned to all three.

The three ladies stayed in this position. They each went into the back room of the large office that no longer belonged to Rand and relaxed while cooling off and getting their strength back. They hugged each other and lay exhausted and satisfied. They were in no hurry, with Rand kneeling on the floor with his head bent over.

"Well done, ladies. Cherry, this is a prime example of how to reward and frustrate a slave. I know Rand was turned on by hearing us but frustrated because he could not watch. Now, go back in there and punish him for being in the room and listening to his Mistresses having fun."

With renewed energy, Cherry went out with a confident swagger. She was going to take over and be in command. She looked at Rand and smiled as she saw her prey.

"Rand! Go to the desk and bring me the paddle."

Cherry swung the paddle on Rand's already beaten ass with heightened enthusiasm

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The spanking continued until Sharie called a halt to it. She was aware of the treatment Rand had been getting all morning. Despite the welts developing on his bottom, she knew her man secretly enjoyed the abuse and remained dazzled by being dominated by multiple women. She did not want Cherry to go overboard on her poor husband. Sharie and Amanda decided that they were ready to give him some good news.

"Rand, you may now give Mistress Amanda the ass worship you dreamed of. Perhaps, if you do a good job, she may allow you to attend to her pussy and taste her juices. You will not be allowed to release. By the way, we are expecting another guest soon. She had to go home and teach her young man a lesson. Maybe she can explain to us why you were late. Now, enjoy Amanda's back door!"

TO BE CONTINUED