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Ego Aside

By: Clank



It began over the years, I have had a few close friends and my wife ask how I got involved in BDSM. Since I was a small boy, age 4 or so, I had fantasies of women bound, with their bare asses revealed to me. I think it might have been from some classic art book I had been exposed to that I don't remember, but that vision has remained clear to this day. The women were not typical of modern day models; they were very Rubenesque, large women with looks of worry and concern. Bound and possibly at a slave auction My brother made fun of me because I was interested in their asses and not the breasts. That is one of my oldest memories.

Those pictures disappeared, either the books were removed, if they were books, or the pictures hidden. As I grew towards maturity, I found pornography wherever I could get it, and stashed it in the woods, away from prying eyes. One of my favorites that I still reach for occasionally is Variations Magazine. It was full of erotic stories with very few pictures. The stories were on topics that intrigued and some even sickened me. My favorites were on domination and submission. I couldn't get enough of them and read them cover-to-cover. This was the primary tool for sparking my imagination and giving me ideas for future relationships.

Although in my youth, I was a Lifeguard with numerous girlfriends, only a few were long-term relationships. To develop the level of trust needed to talk about and initiate bondage and discipline into sex play, they typically have to be very long term relationships, this is my feelings anyway. Most of my girlfriends were dating relationships, vacationing tourists, spring breakers or girls visiting their grandparents for the summer. The few long-term relations I had were very vanilla, mostly because I rented a room from my parents and they were living at home. It wasn't until I was 21 that I began working in another city and often, instead of commuting, I would stay with my girlfriend.

Linda and I had been dating for about nine months and early on, she had expressed her desire to be in charge pretty often during our sex play. It was something she said she had some experience with in the past and wanted to explore further. This was fine to me and we had some great fun with it. There was no spanking, real pain or such, but there were commands, bondage and a lot of teasing. Mostly she got her way by denying me pleasure, but sometimes she needed more incentive to get me to do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. I back talked a lot and never really took any of it seriously. 

One night we talked about it while lying in bed and I indicated that there were times when I felt my masculinity was threatened and that was when I rebelled and refused her demands, to regain my position as the male in the relationship. There was nothing she asked that I wouldn't do, I just was fighting the good fight. She flat out asked what she could do to get me past this barrier.

"Nothing," I replied. "It's me holding onto the position of dominant male and I don't think I'll ever put it aside. Too much ego I guess." She nodded thoughtfully and we snuggled and drifted off to sleep together. 

The next day we worked on the farm some, loading hay bales and clearing out the stalls. She hadn't had a horse of her own in years, but she planned to take in a couple of horse borders for extra cash. Linda owned this small farm with her aging mother. The farm wasn't big, about 20 acres I'd say, but the nearest neighbor was a half-mile away, so it was private. Linda's mother was spending the summer in Europe with a retiree travel group. We really had it to ourselves even when her mother was here as she was a big bingo player and often went on cruises with the same group. Linda and I had both worked at the same hospital, her as a psych tech and me as a rec. therapist. I had recently left the hospital with the plan to take the summer off, and then to start running after-school programs in the fall. This would allow me to focus back on college and finish my degree, something I couldn't do with the demands of the Hospital. My summer plans were to do a lot to help out on the farm, enjoy the pool and relax. 

Late in the day, as we walked across the field towards the house, she stopped me and ordered me to strip. "Come on Linda," I replied, "lets just hit the pool and get some sun." 

"Slave," she said sternly, "I ordered you to strip, and you will continue the rest of the way to the house as you should have been all day, naked." I smiled sweetly at her and kept walking. Although her tone sounded fun, I was hot, tired and ready to relax. "You can do what I tell you to do now, or suffer for it later. Is this your choice slave?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

"Come on, I'll race you to the pool," I said as I set off running. I figured at the most, I would not get sex for a few days, and that pool was looking good. When I got to the pool, she was walking sternly towards me, then past me and into the house. I shrugged, stripped down, hosed all the grim off me, dove into the pool and then climbed out and onto one of the lounge chairs to get some sun and relax. I heard her on the phone, but couldn't tell whom she was talking to or what she was talking about. 

After a bit, she came out of the house with a pitcher of tea, naked and ready to sun herself. She offered me a glass and poured tea for both of us. It seemed she wasn't mad anymore so we enjoyed the afternoon. At one point, she leaned down after getting out of the pool and sucked me till I was hard, then climbed on top of me and we fucked slow and long until we both were satisfied. She was a great looking woman, large natural breasts and a trim figure. Her eyes were usually laughing and since of humor kept me that way too. I knew she was a bit older than I was, although I didn't know how much older, but our maturity level was so similar it didn't matter. After having worked as a lifeguard for years, I took the job at the Hospital on a whim. It had been a good 2 years there, but my education was suffering. Running the after school programs would allow me to finish my degree.

That night we watched the sun set over the fields and pool, went for a twilight walk and had a late dinner before going to bed. We talked in bed about how we felt about each other, and how we could work through anything and fell asleep snuggling. 

Day 2

The next morning I awoke with my usual hard on and I was blessed with her lips on me, getting me close to release. As I started to look down at her, I noticed something around my neck and that another woman was standing at the foot of the bed watching. I started to get up, startled that this stranger was watching us. Linda bit down hard. "Don't move or you lose it," she said through clenched teeth. I was very still, she continued slowly, and surely, for some time, until I began to moan with my approach to climax, that was when the blonde woman ordered her to stop. Linda stood up and left the room wordlessly. The stranger turned towards me. She was what you call a big beautiful woman wearing a corset, which squeezed her ample cleavage upward, and some type of latex pants. She had shoulder length blonde hair, seductive yet tasteful makeup and although she was overweight, she was very beautiful and well tanned. 

She smiled and said "Hello Boy. My name is Mistress Mara and I am here to help you. Do you feel the collar around your neck? It is an electrical training collar. It has a 3-mile range and is waterproof. Although I don't think you will need it, since you are going to be well behaved and want to please me I am sure.

"Where did Linda go?" I asked.

"Number one," she continued, "You will speak when I tell you it is allowed. Number two, you belong to me for now, so don't worry about her. If you prove worthy, you may get to go back to her permanently someday. She will be getting some more training too. I will call you Boy, and I call her Girl. You will refer to her as Madame and you will refer to me as Mistress Mara.

I started to get off the bed, "well, I'm not putting up with this…" I started to say, but quickly found myself on the floor in pain.

"Number 3," she continued as if not even hearing me nor having to use the remote control to send electric shocks through my collar, "You will do what I tell you too when I tell you to do it, nothing more and nothing less. If you don't, I will inflict punishment. I will often inflict punishment because I want to, and for no other reason." I lay very still on the floor, staring up at this strange woman with my life apparently in her hands. I was still shaking form the shock and could especially feel the tingle in my piercings, one on my left nipple and the other, a Prince Albert in my now flaccid penis. I learned years later that this sort of electric play is quite dangerous above the waist and near piercings. I think that is why it floored me.

"Number 4, you will be ready for my every use at all times, that means no clothes, clean and shaved, pubes too and stretched out ass. We will have to use some plugs to get you ready for that." she threw some leather wrist and ankle restraints on the floor beside me, "and you will wear these at all times. Put them on now and we will begin." I sat up and put the cuffs on. She ordered me to my knees and to put my hands behind my neck. The memory of the shock made me very compliant. "Girl," she yelled and Linda stepped back into the room. She was dressed in a similar fashion to Mistress Mara, except she wore a leather collar and she was without the pants, her pussy visible and glistening as if she had been playing with herself. Mistress Mara handed her the remote. "Hold this and use it if he needs it," she said as she reached up and used some sort of clamp to hook my wrists to my collar. Then she reached down and applied a strap to my cock and balls. 

"Now to get you further ready," she said as she took the control back from Linda and handed her a riding crop. "Take him into the bathroom Girl, wash him, scrub him good, Shave him, enema him if he doesn't purge himself and then oil him down. Bring him to me when you are done. Boy, you watch all the trouble she goes through, this will be the last time these things are done for you, and you better do it just as well in the future. Girl, do not speak to him and whip him if he speaks. Let me know if he speaks too, I will want to whip him more for it later. You may allow him to get aroused but he is to have no release, nor is he to touch you in anyway, keep his hands at his neck. Now go, you have 15 minutes." With that, Mistress Mara strode from the room and Linda led me on my knees to the bathroom.

"Linda…" I started to whisper, but I was met with a stern look and a sharp sting of the riding crop on my ass. I was humiliated; we had played some slave and mistress games, but never with spankings or such. My face went flush, "What are you doing?" I asked in a hushed voice to only get about 10 more swats on my ass, making me yelp and move. I decided to be silent, for now. She motioned me to the toilet and stood waiting for me to go as I sat down. "I can't go with you watching me," I protested, only to get the crop on my thighs. She produced an enema bag from under the sink and I made myself go to avoid its use on me. She released one hand and I cleaned up. She then motioned me into the large shower stall, removing her corset and following me. She turned on the water and scrubbed me clean everywhere. Next, she shaved my face, pubes and butt, and then hurriedly dried me and oiled me down with some aromatherapy massage oil. She paid particular attention to getting me hard and reapplying the cock strap and on oiling up my ass, inserting two fingers. She then bustled me from the bathroom and to my knees as we entered the lanai where Mistress Mara was sitting in the big fan backed rattan chair, looking out across the pool and fields beyond. She was fanning herself with a leather paddle.

"Here Girl, lay across my lap," she said as she motioned Linda across her lap. "I'm afraid you took too long, making me wait so you must be punished." I waited on my knees.

"Yes my Mistress," she replied as she lay over her lap. Linda counted aloud each of the 20 whacks she received from the paddle. When she was finished, Mistress Mara told Linda to sit on a nearby stool. Linda bowed deeply, "Yes my Mistress, thank you." Linda's ass was a rosy red as she turned from me, walked over and sat on the stool. 

"Did he try to speak to you Girl?" Mistress Mara asked.

"Yes My Mistress, repeatedly and I whipped him for it.," Linda replied.

"If you had to do it repeatedly, then you didn't do it hard enough," she scolded Linda, who looked down shamefully. Boy, you may speak to answer these questions. Do you understand what is happening here?"

"Yeah, I think so," I said as I watched Mistress Mara rise suddenly and storm over to me, slapping my painfully across the face, knocking me over on my side. My face burned with anger and shame more than pain. I struggled to get to my feet to defend myself, only to be met with a shock that left me panting.

After giving me some time to recompose myself, she ordered Linda to help me back to my knees as she casually sat back down. "In case it wasn't clear, you should be modeling your behavior after your ex-girlfriend and my trainee here, the one referred to as "Girl." You will address me as Mistress Mara or "my Mistress Mara." You will respond respectfully and responsibly. To do otherwise will meet my wrath. At no point should you feel you have a will of your own you need to express. Your job is my pleasure. You are going to be trained to gain pleasure from my pleasure, and not from your own. You will learn that if it pleases me to cause you pain, then that is what pleases you. You will learn to do what you are told, when you are told and to respond appropriately and immediately, and you will take pride in your ability to do so. Girl, unhook his wrists from his collar and hook them to the ceiling," she ordered. 

Linda replied with a quick "Yes my Mistress" and scurried to comply. I was still too shaky to fight back and could see Mistress Mara's finger on the control. Within moments, my wrists were locked to a chain attached to a hook on the ceiling where a plant formerly hung. My ankles were then attached to a bar to keep my legs spread apart. This lowered my body position and stretched my arms tight over my head. 

"Get him hard Girl," she ordered as she stood and moved to inspect. Linda knelt before me and sucked on my flaccid penis, getting me increasingly aroused, building me up until it was a deep purple from the restriction of the cock strap. All the while Mistress Mara was running her fingernails across my body, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me wince, and playing with my oily butt and torso. She spoke as she played. "You will become my plaything, just as Girl is. You will learn your place and learn to do it well. Eventually I'll be able to loan you out. Now boy, as you can see, you are no longer in control, nor will you ever be again. I asked you earlier if you knew what was going on, and I have just explained it for you. We have a lot of work to do, and you will be happier if you learn quickly."

I was getting super aroused and was moving my hips in time to Linda's stroking mouth. I was obviously getting close to coming so Mistress stepped around in front and pulled Linda's mouth off of me, turned Linda's head towards her own crotch and directed her to lick. She continued to speak as Linda licked the crotch of her pants. "As you can see, your ex-girlfriend has been a slave of mine in the past. Her training was thorough but obviously not complete. Sometimes people grow too fond of their slave and cannot seem to apply the proper punishment, which is why a stranger is called in. I have no concern for you or for her, and will treat you in the necessary way." Linda had never expressed any desire for women. That is when I realized that she had become the personality of "Girl" for a reason. So that she could perform this way and forget her true self. It was an escape, and I had a feeling I was going to do the same thing. She was not Linda anymore; she had become "Girl."

She pushed Linda back and ordered her to insert a butt plug in me, before moving over to her chair again. Linda moved behind me and I felt a slight chill of some lubricant on my ass hole right before a fairly large butt plug was pushed into my ass, stretching me out and making me wince in pain. "There comes a time in most male slaves life when they must take it in the ass, either from a male Dominant or from a strap on Mistress. We are merely preparing you Boy," Mistress said as she watched. "Now we are going to discuss "wants." What you want, what I want, what Girl wants, what your future owners will want. First, Girl, I want you to tell me what you want."

"My deepest and truest wish is to please my Mistress," Linda replied sincerely.

"And if that meant selling you to a basketball team?" Mistress asked.

"If it pleases you, it is what I wish Mistress," Linda replied, bowing her head in respect.

"How about if I sell you to a group of Lesbians?" Mistress asked.

"Anything to please you My Mistress." Linda Replied, again bowing respectfully.

"How about whipping your ex-boyfriend here?" Mistress asked with a smirk.

"Yes Mistress, anything at all," was her reply.

"Then do it," she ordered. Linda arose and moved over to a table with many tools and sex toys on it, some I didn't recognize. She picked a crop but Mistress Mara suggested the paddle used on her earlier. 

Linda smiled, "If it pleases you Mistress," and she picked up the paddle and moved behind me. The first ones were a warm up for her, just getting the feel of the paddle, after the first ten, she was ready to go and continued for another ten. Mistress stopped her at that point and asked her to get me hard again. As Linda knelt and sucked on me, and played with the plug in my ass, Mistress Mara removed her pants and moved over towards us with some items in her hand. First, she blindfolded me and applied some painful clamps on my nipples, making me squirm and swing, cursing under my breath, but my dick was raging from Linda's hot mouth. Mistress smacked my ass hard with her hand when I cursed, harder than I had been hit yet, and sternly yelled for me to be silent.

"You need more discipline. You sound like a whining school girl," she scolded. "It doesn't hurt that badly." I could feel Mistress Mara move behind me now as Linda continued to tease my cock. "Don't let him get to close Girl, he may never come again, but he will definitely not come today. Just keep him close."

Linda stopped long enough to respond with a "Yes my Mistress," before continuing. I felt Mistress brush Linda's hand away from the butt plug, she began to force it in, and out, and testing how stretched out I was. 

She leaned up to my ear as she pushed it all the way back in slowly and whispered, "You like it don't you Boy?"

"It hurts Mistress Mara," I said through clenched teeth, but my hard on betrayed me I was sure. Linda was very talented at knowing when to stop, and she had done so. She gave my dick a quick squeeze, as if to warn me that I had answered incorrectly. "I mean…" I stammered, "Yes Mistress Mara, I like it."

"Well," she said as she removed the plug completely, relieving me of much tension, "I'm proud of you for trying to correct yourself, but that was still the wrong answer. Remember what your purpose in life is now, that will help you to know how to respond. But you can't just say it, you have to believe it." Linda was working on me again and seemed to pick up her speed as I felt Mistress Mara push the plug back in place, but it wasn't the same one, this one was bigger. I fought to not cry out and to relax and focused on what Linda was doing. It worked. "Very good boy, I'm pleased to see you take that whole thing, you will be glad you did someday. Now then, I want you to know that it pleases me to see you like this, to know you have that plug in your ass, to know you will not be coming and to know you will be taking these whippings like a good boy." With that, she started using the paddle on me. She was hitting me about 4 times harder than Linda had been and it hurt. I couldn't help but cry out, and I could feel Linda working to comfort me in the only way she could. I did not like this, and would do anything to avoid it. Unlike some folks, spankings and such were not a turn on for me, but it was a great tool for changing my behavior.


Ego Aside



After only ten hits, she stopped and ordered Linda to her. She rubbed my throbbing ass as she moved away. My cock bobbed up and down as if looking for those friendly lips that so rudely walked away. I heard them move over to the chair and heard her order Linda to her knees. I also heard a vibrator come on and Mistress Mara's command to eat her out. "Yes my Mistress, if it pleases you," she answered. I listened for some time as I hang there, sweating from the pain, aching from hanging and hungry with desire. I heard Mistress Mara grunt through an orgasm, and then order Linda to the floor. They continued there for another 30 minutes. They must have moved near me because every so often, I would feel some lips on my cock, and finger would push on my plug, or a hand would absently caress my leg. Linda came at least 3 times, as loud as she could, as she was ordered. I think Mistress Mara had the same number, but hers were only dignified grunts. When they finished, Linda was ordered to suck me as Mistress Mara cooled down. With the blindfold on, I never saw them do anything really, and the thought crossed my mind that it was all an act, and that they didn't really do what it sounded like they just did.

After only a short time, although torturous to me, Mistress Mara ordered Linda to stand and let me down. My arms were released and I was bent over the stool she sat on earlier directly in front of Mistress Mara. The nipple clamps were removed and the pain caused by the blood rushing into my nipples made me grimace. I heard Mistress Mara chuckle. My arms were attached to the stool with rope, as were my legs. "Now Girl, you will finish his whippings, and I want them as hard as the ones I was giving him. He will take 50 today, we will work up to 100 this week. Boy, you will count each hit aloud and thank Girl for each one, but you will address her as Madame of course. When we are done, you will thank her and me for giving you the chance to please us. Do you understand Boy?"

"Yes Mistress Mara," I replied, trembling, as I knew this was not going to be easy. They started off very hard, but not as hard as Mistress Mara's. She was just inherently better at it than Linda was. After the first few, I heard another swat and Mistress yelled to hit me harder. Mistress Mara must have swatted her with the crop. From that point on I yelled out the number and the "thank you Madame" instead of speaking them, as there was no way I could do it quietly, my ass was on fire, as was my pride at being paddled by these women. My head was getting light, and I was afraid I was going to pass out, but before I could do that, I counted out, "50, thank you Madame." I then added, "Thank you Mistress Mara and Madame for letting me try to please you." I hated the spankings, and had to find a way to not have this done to me anymore.

"Good try Boy, but it wasn't very sincere. That will come with time." My arms were untied and reattached behind my back. My blindfold was removed and Mistress Mara ordered me to kneel before her as she sat down in her chair. She propped one leg up on the stool and the other on my shoulder. "Service me with your tongue Boy. You are not here to try to make me come, unless I command it, instead, just leisurely lick and kiss me. Girl, rub lotion on Boy's ass, then go fix me lunch."

"Yes Mistress," we replied at the same time. Linda ended with, "If it pleases you my Mistress." Linda spent a good amount of time rubbing what smelled like coco butter on my sore ass cheeks. Mistress Mara also ordered her to stroke my cock and fuck my ass with the butt plug a bit too, until finally ordered away to prepare the meal. I did my best to follow Mistress Mara's directions, licking her as she flicked on the TV and VCR and watched some porno. From the sound of it, they must have been tearing the skin off some poor guy. Twice she directed me to go faster and on her clit as she grunted through a couple of orgasms, then directing me to slow down again and just lick. I was enjoying myself and proud that I could make her come. 

Finally, her lunch was brought. "Stop Boy and roll over and lay on your back," she directed. I did as I was told and Linda placed a tray next to her, it smelled of fruit and yogurt. "Girl, you pick up where he left off. Boy, do the same for your Madame, make her come at least three times," she ordered as she picked up some fruit and began to eat.

We both replied with "Yes my Mistress, if it pleases you," and Linda sat down on my face as she began to lick Mistress Mara. I guess they hadn't faked the little show earlier. I worked hard and was very uncomfortable with my arms under me but was able to get Linda to come 3 times before Mistress Mara finished her lunch, Linda was close to another one and spoke out through a gasping voice, "Mistress Mara, I am near orgasm a 4th time, does it please you for me to come? 

"No Girl, you were given the number and that is all you will have," she replied sternly. She looked thoughtful for a moment and continued, "Boy, I want you to try to make her come, Girl, don't you dare, it will displease me if you do. Boy, it will displease me if she doesn't. One of you will face my wrath." I went to work on Linda as best I could and I know she was close, but her study under Mistress Mara had disciplined her to not give in. She focused on servicing her Mistress and no matter how much I tried, I could not get her to come. Finally, the movie ended and Mistress Mara ordered us both to stop. "Boy, you will suffer for your failure later, Girl, you have pleased me, you may make yourself come."

"Mistress Mara, does it please you for me to come?" Linda asked.

"It is a reward Girl, for following directions," said the stern looking woman.

"Then I choose not to Mistress Mara, my reward is in pleasing you." Linda finished by laying her head on her Mistress's lap.

"Good answer Girl, I hope Boy can learn from you." She patted Linda on the head. "Everyone up now, Girl, attach the leash to Boy's cock strap please, release him from the spreader bar and when you have a firm grip on his leash, thread it between his legs so you have it behind him. When you have him that way, bring him to the pool. Boy, if you try to escape, you will leave your jewels behind, and don't forget about your collar"

We both replied, "Yes my Mistress," and followed our orders as Mistress Mara stripped and strutted out to the pool. She seemed remarkably comfortable with her nudity, especially for a large woman. It wasn't that she was unattractive, it was just unusual to see a larger woman so comfortable with her body. The chain leash was fed behind me, through my butt crack and clipped to a ring on my cock strap. My legs were released, as were my arms. Linda yanked hard on the leash so I would be aware of who was still in control. It pulled my cock and balls backwards, while pushing on the butt plug. Once outside we were ordered into the pool and to cool off. Then ordered out and to dry off 

"Boy," Mistress said as she rested her buoyant body in the pool, propped up on the side, casually kicking her feet in the cool water, "you will rub oil all over Girl's body, starting with her front, but you can't touch her with your hands. Rub oil on yourself, and then rub yourself all over her. I would suggest being very careful."

"Yes my Mistress," I replied as I took the oil bottle and rubbed it liberally all over myself. Linda lay down on a lounge chair as ordered and I went to work. Two times my cock, hard as a stone nearly slipped into her pussy, so I started to do it from the side instead to avoid getting into more trouble. Mistress Mara ordered me back on top the original way, warning me to just be careful. It was very difficult to not enter her and my cock bounced off her clit and ran between her labia constantly. I reapplied oil to myself twice. Finally, I had oiled Linda's front completely, leaving us both gasping.

Mistress Mara ordered Linda to roll over and for me to do her back too. "Straddle her again, I want to see your cock resting in her ass crack," she ordered.

"Yes my Mistress," I answered as Linda got up and rolled over. I straddled her and rested by cock in the crack of her ass. I slid up and down, getting us both coated with oil, and feeling like I was going to come soon if I kept this up. I tried to raise my butt so that my cock would be stimulated less, but that nearly got my cock into Linda's ass, which I'm sure would have been bad, although she moaned as if she wanted it there, or anywhere. Finally, I was too close and stopped moving. I wanted to say something but knew better than to speak.

"Boy, you've stopped moving, are you close to coming?" Mistress Mara asked from the pool.

"Yes my Mistress, I am sorry." I replied.

"At least you stopped, but you will have to learn enough control to be able to keep going without coming Boy." She said as she rose from the pool and lay on the lounge chair next to us. "Ok Boy, it's my turn, oil me down now, but use your hands on me.

"Yes my Mistress," I replied as I jumped up to follow her orders. I spread the oil all over her voluptuous body, paying attention to those spots she directed me to. When she turned over, she directed me to try again using my body. I applied oil liberally to myself and lay upon her. She was much bigger than Girl was and the additional size meant more sliding and more stimulation. She had her finger on the control button at all times since this was a position of which I could easily take control.

"You are doing well Boy, it is very pleasing to me to feel you on me like that. I want you to just run your cock up and down the crack of my ass now, like a titty fuck except in my ass crack. Stop when you get too close." I responded respectfully and began as she said, but within moments, I was close and needed to stop. "Is that all? Pretty pathetic there Boy. We need to work on that a bit, get up and lay down on your back, where Girl is. Girl, sit between his legs and stroke him until he is close, stop when he gets too far, hurt him every time you have to stop by squeezing his dick and twisting his nipples. Eventually he will be able to control it indefinitely to avoid the pain. 

We both responded with "Yes Mistress" and took our places. It was not long before I was close and said so. I received got pinches and squeezes and she started again. Unfortunately, this was not working, as the pain wasn't calming me down like Mistress Mara thought it would. Mistress felt it just wasn't enough pain. She ordered me up and Linda reattached my hands to my collar so that she could do the same thing with me in a standing position. Every time I had to stop, I received ten swats from the riding crop. The response in my cock was immediate. Linda continued and I went as long as I could before telling her to stop and getting the ten swats again. I hated it and would do anything to avoid it, but her oily hands felt so good and I was so turned on that I tried desperately to think of other things so I would not get close. It helped, but I still needed the swats every so often. After an hour and seventy swats, Linda was growing weary and so was I. Mistress had been enjoying the show but wanted more.

"We will work on that more, you were doing much better Boy, I am pleased," she said. I felt a strange pride in pleasing her, and wanted more. "Boy, go get us something to drink, wine for me and Girl, water for yourself. Girl, hit the pool and cool off with me. We responded appropriately and went to our tasks. I brought out the wine and a cup of water. When I came back out, Mistress was sitting on the pool steps with Linda kissing on her. She was kissing her neck and titties as well as playing with her pussy. It was shocking to me, as Linda had never expressed bi sexual tendencies at all to me. Girl was apparently someone different. As I set the tray down on the table, I noticed the remote control was sitting just under the chair Mistress Mara had been sitting in. I could grab it, and be free. However, something in me had already given into the training, and all I wanted to do was to please her, as well as Linda. I knelt next to the chair and faced the pool, waiting my next command.

"Serve us here Boy," she said as she sat forward on the steps and turned her back on Linda. I handed them their wine glasses and drank my water. Linda was ordered to reattach the leash to my cockstrap. Then Linda led me into the pool with it laced backward through my butt crack. Mistress Mara ordered me to massage Linda's back as she sat on the steps and they enjoyed their wine. "Boy," Mistress began after finishing her wine. "This week you will completely clean out the barn for your Madame. You will dress as you are and behave as you have been today. You will treat your Madame as you have treated me, you will address her as Madame at all times, and you will be severely punished for your disobedience. She will also punish you for her own pleasure and to get you adjusted to it. I may return here at anytime, but Friday I will be here at 6:00 sharp, and I expect Girl to prepare an excellent dinner, which you will serve, Boy. That night you will show all that you have learned, so be prepared. Now then, Boy, what do you want?" she finally asked, not even looking in my direction but instead looking idly at her fingernails.

"To please you Mistress Mara," I replied as respectfully as I could.

"And if my pleasure is for you to serve your Madame instead?" she asked.

"If it pleases you Mistress Mara, then it pleases me." I said.

"What if I want you to please other people?" She asked with a smirk.

"I will do my best to please you in anyway you ask Mistress Mara, even if it means pleasing others" was my reply, but the request made me nervous.

"Girl, what do you want?" she asked, now looking Girl full in the eyes.

Linda was very relaxed from my massage but straightened up and replied with a very respectful, "To please you above all others my Mistress."

"Good Girl, and you usually do," said Mistress Mara with a smirk. "Lets get some more sun before we head inside," she ordered as she rose from the pool and moved to her lounge chair and lay down. She ordered me to lie on my back and handed me the oil. "Oil up Boy, then hand the bottle to Girl." I did so and lay back to enjoy the sun. Linda rubbed oil on herself, and was then ordered to oil up Mistress Mara. Mistress Mara played with her own pussy while Linda massaged oil into her and then ordered her to lie back down. Several times throughout the afternoon I was ordered to get myself hard and once was ordered to eat Linda out but not to make her come. When the afternoon sun finally lowered, she ordered us into the pool one more time and then to dry before we all went inside. 

Mistress Mara ordered Linda to prepare her bath and ordered me to kneel in the bathroom to watch. Linda ran the water, added bubble bath and helped Mistress Mara step into the oversized tub. She gently soaped her up and rinsed her off and even shampooed her hair and rinsed that too. "Normally Boy, she would also shave me, but it was done this morning so there is no need. Now you get to try it," she said as Linda helped her from the tub and dried her. She wrapped herself in the towel, sat on the vanity chair, and ordered me to bathe "My Madame." "You direct him Girl, make sure he does a great job." She said as she watched for a bit, then she got up and left the room. I tried to emulate Linda's actions as best I could but on two occasions, she scolded me for being too rough.

"You must feel privileged to be allowed to touch me or Mistress, Boy. You must know that you are lucky to be allowed to pleasure us," she said as she lay back and I rinsed her hair.

"Yes Madame," I responded. 

When we were finished, I helped her from the tub and toweled her dry as gently as possible then rubbed her with lotion. She then removed my cuffs, cock strap, leash and butt plug, leaving the collar and ordered me to shower and clean myself as she dried her hair. I was ordered to not fondle myself more than was necessary. I responded with a respectful, "Yes my Madame," and hurried to the shower. Being rid of the plug was a great relief and the warm water felt great. I had not finished soaping myself up when I heard Mistress Mara enter the bathroom and the shower door opened.

"Boy," she said flatly, "Have you ever had an enema?"

"No Mistress Mara," I said, thinking how humiliating they must be.

"Well, even though you were able to purge this morning, it is still best to rinse out everyday so you are very clean. On those days you are just cleaning up a bit, you needn't hold the water for long, just long enough to get a good rinse." She said, holding up the full bottle and hanging it on the curtain rod above my head. "Bend over and let your Madame administer this, you can release in the shower when she tells you too." She handed the nozzle to Linda and left the room again. I noticed that she was back in her corset and pants, and that her hair and makeup were reapplied.

Linda pushed the soapy nozzle into my ass and released the warm fluid. It filled me up quickly, distending my tummy. As I started to grimace, she stopped and removed it. She handed me the nozzle, "release that and repeat the rinsing until the bag is empty," she ordered as she closed the shower door. I was a bit surprised but pleased that they saved me the indignity of doing it in front of them, but this was not something I was enjoying. It seemed like a release took forever to finish and the water would keep coming even when I thought I was through. 

When I was finally done though, I felt good that I was so clean. I finished my shower and stepped out. There was no one in the bathroom and a towel had been laid out for me. I dried and stepped into the bedroom and found all my cuffs, a cock ring and the butt plug lined up on the bed. I put them all on and inserted the plug before heading towards the living room. I remembered to drop to my knees as I entered the presence of my Mistresses and crawled toward them. They were sitting on the couch drinking more wine.

"Go clean up the kitchen Boy," Linda ordered.

"Yes Madame," I responded as I crawled into the kitchen, stood and began to do dishes and clean counters. When finished, I crawled back into the living room where they were talking in tones lower than I could hear. Madame motioned me to her absently as she talked to Mistress Mara, so I crawled to her. She pushed my head downward and rested her legs across my back. Their conversation varied from tastes in food, movies, books and such. They discussed how hard to whip me, and indicated, as I had learned, that it is never for pleasure, it is to control so the harder the better. Mistress Mara slipped off her shoe, stuck her toes in my mouth, and ordered me to suck them, which I did with a great sense of humiliation. Something about being an idle play toy, shown little concern really turned me on. They talked for some time, discussing how it takes a good slave to make a great Dom and that Linda may need to be slave a lot more before she really got it down. 

Finally, Mistress Mara pulled her toes from my mouth and put her shoe back on. "Now you see here Girl, you follow my directions with this one and everything will be ok, but if you fail, then you and he both will suffer the consequences. Do you understand?" she finished.

"Yes my Mistress," Madame responded, as she momentarily slipped back to her submissive role.

"I would suggest using the collar charge as little as possible, use the crop instead and control him with the leash. He seems to be ready to please for now, but he may tire of it, so be ready to reinforce his position so he understands that this is the way things are going to be from now on. Now give me a kiss and enjoy yourself," she finished as they stood up. The two women exchanged a goodbye kiss and without a word to me, Mistress Mara was gone. 




Ego Aside



That night, Madame attached my hands to my neck and teased me for hours as she watched pornos. She did allow me to put on a robe to answer the door for the pizza delivery person, who happened to be a girl, but she wouldn't let me tie the robe shut. My cock stuck out and my cuffs and collar were very visible. The heavyset delivery girl seemed surprised, but all she said was, "Oh another one of those couples huh?" I smiled and tipped her well. Madame fed me pizza as she stroked my cock, keeping me so close to orgasm it was painful. I couldn't imagine not being allowed to come, but I really wanted to please Madame, and avoid a beating so was willing to do anything. She ordered me to eat her pussy while she enjoyed her dinner and afterwards, I cleaned up and took the garbage out to the road in the darkness of night. Finally, she shut off the VCR and TV and led me to the bedroom. She allowed me to use the restroom and to brush my teeth before cuffing my hands behind my back as I lay on the bed. She lay down beside me and masturbated to orgasm with a gel type vibrator, kissed me goodnight, pulled up the covers and rolled over to sleep. 

I was on fire, my cock, my passion, my mind, my spirit. I needed release and had no way to get it. I rolled against her to try to turn her on enough to want me more. She switched the light back on quickly and rolled me onto my front straddling my back to hold me down. She took the paddle and hit my ass hard 20 times until I was crying out and begging her to stop. My ass throbbed instead of my cock now. "You need to remember your place, Boy." She scolded. "You are lucky I let you sleep inside at all, much less in my bed."

I snapped, "Look Linda," I yelled, "this is enough, it was fun at times but the pain is too much, it's not fun and I've had enough, it's time for it to stop."

She grabbed the paddle and swatted me hard another 10 times, with me struggling to get up the whole time, but she straddled me. When she finished, I could feel her clip the leash to my cockstrap and she pulled me to my feet harshly, making me scream out loud. "Linda please," I begged, "This is enough, lets just make love and go to sleep." The snap of the leash pulled my cock and balls backwards and pushed the butt plug in at the same time. It also made me yell out and beg further. From the nightstand, she produced a ball gag. I had seen them in magazines. She yanked my leash to get me to open my mouth again and stuffed it in, attaching it behind my head. She then yanked me to follow her as she stormed through the house, out the lanai door and down the road towards the barn. Once there she flicked on the yellowish light and shoved me into a stall. She took a rope, threw it over a rafter, and tied it to my wrists, which were still cuffed behind me. She pulled it tight, forcing my arms upward and forcing me to bend forward. I struggled to remain standing and she proceeded to use the crop on my already painfully sore ass. She was angry and not pulling any punches. I lost count and all I saw was darting lights behind clinched eyes. Finally, she stopped, breathless from her own effort, and released my arms, shoving me to the hard ground. She hooked my leash behind me and out of reach so my privates were tied to the wall.

"You seem to think this is a game." She yelled at me, her face red with anger, mine red with pain. "This is no game, you are mine to do with as I wish and if you don't serve me well, I will trade you to one of the other Mistresses or maybe even a Master. You will NEVER refer to me by my name again. I am not your girlfriend, I own you, and you are my slave. You would do well to understand this. You will sleep here tonight and from now on until I think you understand." She left and flicked off the light. I heard her angry footsteps head to the house and I really began worry about what would happen.

During the night the mosquitoes found me, as did the flies, some ants and I even heard mice not to far away. None of this mattered because my imagination was running away with me. I thought about what would happen if I didn't follow her orders. She could give me to some gay guy to be raped. Rape from a girl was cool, but I was not interested in guys in the least. Anything was better than getting whipped more, I really hated that, it hurt and although a twisted nipple or a soft spank from a hand was ok, there was no pleasure in what I enduring. 

Day 3

When morning came, I had slept very little, my lips dried around the ball gag. I was sore, filthy, angry and a little scared. Here I was, sleeping in a stable, my balls tied to the wall and my ass filled with a butt plug. Madame, as I had resolved to address her from now on, arrived a few hours after sun up. She wordlessly untied my leash from the wall and used it to pull me to my feet. "You can pee out here Boy, " she ordered and I did. She then led me to the house. She shoved me into the pool and stood at the side, leading me from one end to the other by the leash fed backwards between my legs, finally leading me to the stairs and out of the pool. She dried me and led me inside where I had one hand released and the gag removed so I could eat the breakfast set out for me. Madame was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and seemed ready to go somewhere. I finished the meager breakfast and Madame laid down the law for the day.

"You are going to get to workout while I go get some supplies," she led me to the stationary bike, attached my hands and balls to the device and set it on a program that would take me up and down hills for 2 hours at various speeds. "When I get back we will get to work," she said as she tugged on my cock a bit before leaving.

The bike never got the speed dangerously high, but I was pretty tired when she returned in less than an hour. She left me on it as she went to the bedroom and changed into what would from then on be her Madam outfit. A Silky flowered robe that covered her elegantly to her ankles. She unlocked me from the treadmill led me outside and forced me to kneel beside a lounge chair as she removed her gown and lay back in the morning sun. "You will suck and kiss my feet Boy, as I explain things to you a bit," she said as she stuck her foot out.

"Yes my Madame," I responded and set to work on her foot. I sucked and licked each toe, one at a time.

"You are going to get to work on the barn today. I want the center isle completely cleared and anything that we won't ever use again should be thrown away, you will be making a run to the landfill later, but I will allow you some clothes for that, no worries there. I am going to get some sun and relax. Every hour you will come to me here poolside and see if I need anything. Now get to work," and she pulled her foot away.

I bowed and said, "Yes Madame," as I hurried to the barn. I could feel her eyes on me all the way there. I spent the morning piling up old fencing, broken tools, and unrecognizable things that had been stored there for decades. I swept up the isle so it looked like a place for a dance. Every hour I went to her to see if there was anything she needed. The first time there was nothing, the second time some tea and a backrub was needed, the third time she oiled me up and got me very close to coming before ordering me back to work, warning me to not play with myself. When I got back to the barn I did stroke myself a couple of times, but thought better of finishing, my backside was still burning from the lashings I'd received. I unloaded the new siding she had purchased and loaded all the garbage on the truck. I went to inform her I was ready to go to the landfill and she motioned me to her as she floated on a raft in the pool.

"Sit on the edge here boy," she said as she slipped off the raft she had been floating on and swam to the edge. I sat down with my legs in the water. She washed my privates with pool water before stroking me and sucking on me. At one point, I started to place my hand on her head and she quickly slapped it away. "Hands behind your back, you touch me when I say you can, Boy," she muttered. After she got me really close to orgasm, she stopped and ordered me to help her from the pool and to dry her off. Then I held her robe for her as she slipped into it. She pulled me inside by the head of my engorged purple penis. By now, I had been wearing the cock strap so long that it was ruthlessly painful. Once inside she handed me a pair of cut off blue jeans that were so short my cock would fall out of the bottom. They looked like something the gay guys at the beach wore over their thongs. "This is what you will wear to the landfill. Stop and buy some lunch for us, and a nice red wine on your way home. The roasted chicken place will be good." She took money from my wallet and handed it to me. "This should cover it, and here is your driver's license. I'll hang on to the rest for you," and she patted my wallet on her hand.

I looked at her questioningly, "You can speak, Boy," she responded to my look.

"What of my current attire may I remove for the trip Madame?" as I raised my arms showing the cuffs and pointing at my collar.

"I'll remove the cuffs and collar, but we'll leave the plug and strap in place," she said as she removed the items.

I left feeling scared and ashamed. Here I was in super short shorts, with a butt plug in me, and my straining cock being tortured by a strap. As I left, the thought of leaving and going home crossed my mind, but I was determined now to prove I could endure this and not wimp out. I hurried and made the landfill drop off without incident, picked up the lunches at the chicken place and stopped by the liquor store for some wine. I made sure to tuck my cock in as best I could before going in, but felt very self-conscious standing in the line with all the other folks stocking up for the day. It was humiliating and made me harder than ever.

When I returned to the farm, Madame was waiting by the pool. I set her lunch on the table next to her. "Put the wine inside for tonight, Boy. Then I want you to come back here," she ordered without looking up at me. I hurried back outside where she sat up and stripped off my shorts, removed the cock strap, ordered me to turn around and removed the butt plug. She put my collar back on and then ordered me to swim 20 laps of the pool. It felt so good to be rid of that strap and plug that I bowed deeply and thanked her sincerely.

The laps helped me to get cleaner and to refresh me from my lack of sleep and hard work. I could feel the bug bites and lash marks sting in the cool water, it felt good. When I had finished, she motioned me out of the pool and to the chair beside her. She moved over to me and began to rub oil all over me, easing the pain from my cock strap and stroking me to hardness again. She reached under and fingered my sore ass too, spreading the oil, which eased my pain. Finally she sat down on my stomach facing me, she leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "You are doing fairly well. I checked out the barn and it looks much better. Tomorrow you will remove the old siding and replace it. For the rest of today you will sun, and please me. Continue to do a good job and your life will be much better. Are you proud that you have pleased me so far, Boy?"

I nodded and replied, "Yes Madame," and I really meant it. I was pleased to be making her happy, but I still really wanted to come too. She slid up and down my oily body for a good ten minutes or so, especially working my cock up and down between her labia and across her clit. She seemed really close but was getting me close too. She started going faster and I started to moan as I was reaching my peak. 

She glared at me and rasped "Don't come Boy," as she ground down on me. I was so close, and really wanted to come but didn't want to get into trouble, but was past the point of control.

"Stop Madame," I finally cried and as she stopped moving, I ejaculated up between our oily bodies. It was a very unsatisfying ejaculation without the orgasm. Nonetheless, I was doomed.

She was livid. "How dare you!" she screamed at me. "Not only do you come without permission, but you stop me from having mine?!" She slid up my body, pinning my arms with her knees and slamming her dripping pussy on my face. "Eat it Boy," she groaned as she ground down hard on my mouth. I could taste the bitterness of my own come in her pussy as I worked on her clit, rubbing it with my teeth and nibbling at it. Finally, she came hard, yelling out then spinning off me. She stood over me glaring with fire in her eyes, her body dripping from our juices, oil and sweat.

"Madame," I tried to explain, "I ejaculated but I didn't orgasm, see, I'm still hard," I said as I pointed at my still throbbing cock.

"That is no excuse, you have no control and need to be disciplined. Get inside and clean up thoroughly," she ordered as she turned away from me dove into the pool. 

I went inside and showered, purged my bowels, gave myself an enema and shaved completely again. When I dried and went to the bedroom my equipment was laid out for me, but there was more this time. Not only were the cuffs for my wrists and ankles laid out, as well as a spiked cockring, but also some type of belt, it had two big rings on the front and back and clips on the sides for attaching wrist cuffs. I put it on and used the anal lube for my ass to numb it some, but I didn't see the butt plug anywhere. Should I be relieved or scared? I peeked out the window and saw Linda still by the pool so I hurried through the house and crawled out of the lanai to kneel beside her.

"Stand up you pig," she sneered as she arose. First, she attached my wrists to the sides of the belt, and then she grabbed my nipples, squeezed and twisted them hard, until I cried out and danced on my tiptoes. She continued with the pressure while talking. "You are a pig to come without permission, you must learn to control your self better and only come when it pleases me, which at this point may be never."

I winced in pain and tried my best to reply, "Yes my Madame, please forgive me…please." This only made her twist harder, making me yell out loud.

"Forgive you!?" she yelled. "There is no forgiveness for a slave, only retribution! You will pay for what you have done and fear forever that it will happen again!" She pulled downward now, dropping me hard on my knees, and then releasing my nipples. She straddled my back facing my rear and forced my head to the ground with her weight. She reached under and behind me, clipping the leash back on my cockring and threaded it backward between my legs then upward through the ring on the back of the belt, nesting it between my butt cheeks. She then grabbed a larger vibrating gel dong from the nearby toy bag and unceremoniously shoved it into my ass, resting the leash over it to hold it in place. Rising off me, she pulled on it, shoving the dong deep into my ass and cranking my cock and balls backwards at the same time. "Stand up," she sneered as she pulled me towards the wall of the house. She reached up and attached the leash handle to a hook on the eave of the house, forcing me to my tiptoes to avoid impalement on the device in my ass.

"Now then," she started with a sly smile, "we have two things to work on. One, we are supposed to get you up to 100 lashes by Friday, but since you have been so bad, we will do that today. Secondly, we have to work on your self-control. We will do both at the same time and may be here until late in the night." With that, she started to hit me with a strap across my exposed ass. I couldn't help but try to turn away, but this just angered her more. "Ok, we need to take control away before you can learn it I guess. She attached the spreader bar to my ankles, hindering my ability to turn without losing my balance and possibly losing my balls from the fall. She continued and hit me for probably 20 times, very hard. "The 100 start when you start counting them Boy," she said as she slowed down.

"One," I counted as she started again. My ass was on fire. "Two," I cried out as she hit lower. "Three, four, five, six, seven," I screamed out the next ones as she moved and swung with great force. "Eight, nine, ten," and they stopped. I opened my eyes and saw Madame move in front of me. I was gasping for air from the pain as she released my right hand, poured oil in it and ordered me to masturbate. I started stroking myself from my flaccid state and within a few minutes was getting hard. She helped by caressing me and playing with the dong in my ass, turning on its vibrator for a few seconds every so often. She pinched and twisted my nipples teasingly and it wasn't long before I was getting close to coming.

"Make sure you ask permission to orgasm Boy," she hissed as she scratched at my balls.

"Yes Madame," I answered, picking up the pace a bit. Finally, I was getting really close and said, "Madame, does it please you for me to come?" knowing the answer.

"No Boy, it doesn't, stop stroking," she ordered and I stopped just as she starting hitting me again, this time with the paddle. I counted through the next ten and we stopped and started the teasing again. This time she stood behind me, grasping the vibrating dong and with it's base on her clit, she moved her hips in and out, as if fucking me with it. She ordered me to stroke myself as she did this. It didn't take as long this time for me to get close and again I asked permission and was ordered to stop. I counted through the next ten swats of the paddle and then my wrist was clipped to my side again. This time Mistress knelt down, sucked on me slowly but with a great vacuum for a long time until finally I asked her for permission again, and was denied. I received the next ten hits counting through gritted teeth as my ass was throbbing and felt like lava. This went on until I had received 100 swats from various paddles, crops and the worst, a thin cane rod. I am sure my ass was beet red, and possibly bleeding. I had tears in my eyes but was proud that I at no point begged for her to stop. I had taken them and proven I could endure it. However, I don't know how much better I had become at holding my orgasm.

"You have pleased me Boy," she cooed as she ran her hand across my chest, moving behind me and examining my ass. She picked up the coco butter from the table and applied it liberally to my ass, cooling it and making me feel a lot better. My trembling stopped and she unhooked me from the eave of the house. She unhooked my hands, removed the spreader bar and removed the belt. She bent me over and applied some of the lotion to my sore ass hole too. "We are getting this very ready, Mistress will be pleased," she said as she ran her fingers in and out of my ass. 

She grabbed the toy bag, the control button and my leash and led me inside. After I bathed her, fixed her dinner, did some housework, she had me leisurely lick her pussy for a couple of hours as she read a book. Every so often, she would order me to stroke myself to stay hard. That night I was allowed to sleep as I had the night before, but instead of in the barn, I slept on the floor next to her bed, with my balls tied to the bedpost.

Day 4

When I awoke the next morning, Linda was stepping over me to head to the bathroom, she unhooked me from the bed as she passed and ordered me to join her. After we both peed and brushed our teeth, she handed me the coco butter to apply to my ass. In the mirror I could see the damage done and saw welts that I knew would be there for years. The lotion had done a good job though and the soreness was tolerable. She commanded me to fix breakfast as she threw on her jeans and a tee shirt, rushing outside to meet the delivery guys bringing the new roofing for the barn. They unloaded and drove away and Linda entered the kitchen as I served up a waffle with strawberries and cream for her. I had toast and orange juice. Today was the end of a 3 day weekend and Linda would have to go to work tonight, she worked from 3 until midnight, so she had the day to play.




Ego Aside



"You are going to put that siding up today Boy," she said between bites. "Just like yesterday I want you to come check on me every hour to see what I might need. Because your ass is looking pretty sore, we won't make you wear the plug today, nor the cockstrap, to give that time to breath a bit. Hurry along and see me in an hour.

"Yes my Madame," I answered as I removed the cock strap and headed out the door towards the barn, naked except for the collar.

I worked hard and got a lot done in an hour, it was going up fast and being a barn, didn't have to be perfect. After what felt like an hour, I headed up to the house to see Linda poolside talking on the phone. As I approached, I dropped to me knees and she motioned me to get a drink from the glass of tea she had there, I finished it off and poured her some more. Then she pointed to her pussy and spread her legs, saying aloud, "Eat my pussy, Boy."

I don't know who she was talking to, but there is no doubt they heard it, I listened to half the conversation as I worked to please her. Every so often, she would slow me down or speed me up, but at no point seemed in a hurry to come.

"No, he has actually been doing about as I expected," she said. "He fought hard and realized that the real fight was in enduring it. I think he will do perfectly. He is doing a great job eating my pussy right now." She blew a kiss at me, "He is learning to please me very much," and she ground her pussy against my face a bit. "I'm very proud of him. What's that? Of course you can, I'll make sure it's all ready. Call me afterwards and tell me how it goes. I'll leave you a note. Ok, talk to you then, have fun," she finished and hit the disconnect button on the phone.

"Oh boy, you are doing better, this feels so good I could just enjoy this all day. How close to being done are you?" she asked as he pulled my head up by my hair.

"I'll be done well before lunch if it pleases you Madame," I replied, sitting up on the edge of her chair as she directed.

"Ok, I'm going to fix us lunch today so you go ahead and work until you are done, no need to check back on me, I'll see you when you are done," she said as she waved me away with one hand and played with her pussy with the other. "Wait," she said as I started to crawl away from her. "Stand up and masturbate for me Boy," she said as she started working on her pussy with some earnest. 

"As you wish my Madame," I said as I started to stroke my cock to hardness. Before I even got hard good, she was screaming out an orgasm, then waved me away, warning me against further touching myself.

I returned to the barn and finished the siding within two hours. I spent a little more time cleaning up and loading the old siding into the truck before heading to the house. I saw that she was in the kitchen, so I showered off outside and dried myself before going in on my knees. She fed me from a large tray of meats, cheeses and fruits as she ate, and put the rest in the fridge for later. When finished, she arose and ordered me outside. "Go get some sun while I get ready for work, Boy," she ordered. I responded respectfully, went outside, oiled up, and lay back, enjoying the warmth.

After about an hour, she opened the bathroom window and ordered me inside, I rushed to comply, crawling into the bathroom as she finished her hair. "Get cleaned up and ready, Boy, while I finish getting ready to go," she said as she left naked from the bathroom. She took her dinners to work and was probably going to go get that ready. I quickly took care of business and made sure I was squeaky clean inside and out. When I entered the bedroom all my gear was laid out for me, the cuffs, the cockring and the butt plug. I applied it all and started to head to the kitchen when my Madame came into the room. I dropped to me knees almost instinctively. The training was apparently working.

"Good boy," she cooed as she grabbed me by the hair and stood me up. "I'm so glad to see you getting the hang of this, it makes me so proud of you." She pushed me backwards onto the bed. "I'm going to leave you here while I go to work, you be a good Boy while I'm gone and I'll let you please me when I get home. If Mistress Mara shows up, treat her as you know you should." I was lying sideways on the bed, so she cuffed my wrists, one to the headboard, and the other to the footboard. She cranked my legs up high and cuffed them to rope tied to the tops of the 6-foot posts that made up this 4-poster bed. My legs were high in the air, exposing the butt plug and making me feel very vulnerable. She then lubed up my cock, got me very close to coming, then slipped a device over the head of my penis that led to a bulb which she placed in my hand. "This should help keep you aroused, squeeze it to stimulate your cockhead, but you are not allowed to come, you will be hard for me when I get home." She then put on the padded blindfold, turned on the TV for me to listen to, apparently a porno set to auto rewind, gave me a kiss and left for work.

I listened to the porno and used the bulb to keep myself hard, no matter how much I pumped, it was only teasing and stimulating, it wasn't going to get me off in any possible way. The time wore away until the bulb and sounds of lust from the porno were no longer keeping me hard. I used my imagination and fantasized about things. To my surprise, the images that kept coming back to me, the ones that seemed to stimulate me most were the images of me being humiliated, subjugated and tortured by Linda and Mistress Mara. The training must really be working because I was really looking forward to being teased, and to pleasing them again.

As the time slipped by I began to get hungry and counting the number of times the porno had rewound, I figured it was near 6-O'Clock. That was when I heard a car drive up. It must be Mistress Mara, but then I lay in horror as I heard two car doors close. I heard a key in the front door and then voices as the two people entered. I heard Mistress Mara's voice as she said, "Here's the note," and she read it aloud, but too softly for me to hear. The floor creaked as the two people entered the bedroom and I heard a chuckle as they took in my predicament. To my surprise, I was harder than ever, and very humiliated.

"Good afternoon, Boy," Mistress Mara said as she moved over near my head.

"Good afternoon my Mistress," I answered as respectfully as I could.

She reached over, grabbed my nipples, and twisted them painfully. "I heard you had a night in the barn and that you already have worked up to 100 swats, sounds like you have been bad and kept your Madame busy. That is going to stop now though isn't it?" I answered affirmatively and she continued. "I have a friend here who is going to take the truck to the landfill for you, but first they have a surprise for you. Since you haven't gotten your swats today, we are going to do that for you." With these words, she released my nipples and climbed up on me, settling her self down on my face. She still had her pants on but still ordered me to stimulate her. While she was doing this, someone was whipping me across the ass with the leather paddle. 

"Since you can't count out loud, I'll do it for you," Mistress Mara stated as she ground down on me, counting aloud the number of swats I was taking. The hits were not intolerable, and if anything, they got me harder. I was beginning to want them, to need them. Mistress stroked me as I took the paddling and finally counted "one hundred." She climbed off me and knelt next to the bed, putting her lips near my ear and whispered that she was proud of me. I beamed and was glad to hear her pleasure. "Will you do anything to please me, Boy?" she asked.

"Yes my Mistress, I will do my best to please you in anyway I can," and answered. I seemed to feel her nod and the other person pulled out my butt plug.

"Will you beg to take it in the ass if it pleases me?" she hissed in my ear.

"I want to please my Mistress, but it is my deepest hope that my body is for girls only," I replied, knowing I was going to get punished for saying it, but needing to make a stand.

She reached up, took my right nipple between her fingers, and twisted it hard, making me grimace. "It is for a girl you insubordinate slave, it is for me, beg me to take it in the ass Boy," she commanded.

With great hesitation I uttered the words that I feared most, "Please fuck me in the ass my Mistress." She nodded again and the other person smeared a heap of KY jelly on my ass hole. I moaned in shame and fear.

"You are doing good, Boy, it pleases me to see you like this," she whispered before climbing up and stroking my now flaccid penis and ordering me to squeeze the bulb to stimulate myself. "Beg again, Boy, let us hear you beg for it," and I felt something resting on the edge of my sphincter. I hesitated and the paddle was brought up onto my ass, jolting me to blurt out what she wanted to hear.

"I beg you Mistress, if it pleases you, fuck my ass." I was so full of shame. As it was inserted I became aware that although it was soft like a real penis that is wasn't real, it was a strap-on the stretched me out, causing me pain as I fought to relax my muscles, to accept this intruder. I was relieved that it wasn't a guy, although I suppose it is like Mistress stated, it would have been for her anyway. Knowing it was a girl, or at least a strap-on allowed me to relax and to be stimulated by the experience, even regaining my hard on. As the stranger fucked my ass, Mistress Mara tapped up and down my body with the riding crop, smacking my nipples, chest, stomach, cock and balls. It wasn't to hurt me, just to stimulate me. After making use of me for 10 minutes or so, the stranger pulled out and Mistress Mara rose off the bed. 

She unhooked me and led me to the bathroom to relieve myself and clean up a bit. When she removed the blindfold I saw only her, but heard someone driving away in the truck. While they were gone, Mistress Mara enjoyed the fruit, meat and cheeses from the tray in the kitchen and even shared some with me, feeding me and making me clean her fingers as I knelt before her in the living room. When done she tied me back to the bed, but sitting up this time and without the blindfold so I could watch the new porno she started. She inserted the butt plug before tying me down and handed me the bulb to control the stimulator. "You keep being such a good boy, and you will please Mistress Mara so much, we may have to show you some special attention, she whispered in my ear before rising off the bed. She waved casually over her shoulder as she gracefully moved her voluptuous self outside to meet her partner, and they drove away.

The clock on the VCR told me as it got closer to midnight, and as time went by, the porno and stimulator just weren't enough to keep me hard. I fantasized more and more and when Linda got home, I was ready for her. She entered the bedroom and quickly moved to the bathroom to cleanup and get ready for bed. When she emerged, she was in her Madame's Robe and climbed up beside me on the bed.

"Mistress Mara called me at work and told me about tonight," she said, seeming a little concerned. She removed the stimulator and moved to straddle me as she spoke. "She said she had someone here to take you in the ass, but she didn't say who it was. She did say she was proud of you, and that you served her well. She said if it pleased me, that she would be pleased for you to feel my pussy on your cock tonight," and with that she rose up and sat her pussy down over my hard cock, slipping inside for the first time since my days of slavery began. She threw her head back and moaned, " and it does so please me."

She didn't move but instead reached down and fingered her clit while impaled by my raging hard-on. As she approached her orgasm, she started to move up and down to add sensation to her coming. Just when I thought I was going to have to ask if it pleased her if I came, and be turned down, she came with a scream and stopped moving again.

She ran her hands over my chest, playing with my nipples and my nipple ring. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here to at least see your first time at that, it turns me on to think of you like that, it pleases me to know you did so well," she said as she started fingering herself again. She leaned forward and kissed me, searching my mouth with her tongue while she fingered herself to near orgasm again. Through kissing lips, she rasped, "Do not come," and she started fucking me again. 

I was very close and needed to focus so I imagined being fucked in the ass and focused on the shame, it seemed to help but finally I had to blurt out, "Does it please Madame if I come?" knowing the answer and preparing for her to stop, I was shocked and overjoyed to hear her say,

"Yes, come for me my slave," and I did. It wasn't the earth shattering orgasm you'd have thought after all I had been through, but it was enough to make me ready to be out of the get-up, off the bed and out of this role. From our past, Linda knew that when I came, the game ended, I couldn't maintain the role unless I was super turned on. She came with me, screaming her pleasure to my grunts of joyous release, then collapsed on my chest. She reached over to the bed stand as I started to stir and grabbed the ball gag. I started to complain but she knew if she kept me silent and tied up, that the period of me wanting to be released would pass, and I would be slave again as the sexual appetite increased.

She moved off the bed and cleaned up a bit, then holding up the collar control to show me, she undid my cuffs from the bed and attached them to each other in front of me. She undid my legs and then attached the leash and pulled me off the bed with it. Standing me tall by puling on the leash, she cleaned me with a warm washcloth and then ordered me to the floor, again attaching my leash so I was immobile for my sleep. She kissed me passionately before crawling into bed and falling asleep.

Day 5

Again I awoke a slave, my mouth dried around the ball gag, my ass filled with a plug and my cock strapped tightly and tied to the bedpost. It was late in the morning, nearly 10ish and I could see Linda's hand hanging off the side of the bed above me. I tried to roll over a bit to get more comfortable and she leaned over the side of the bed to look at me, she had been awake for some time I guess.

"Breakfast in bed today Boy, hurry," she commanded as she reached down and unclipped my leash, removed the gag, then uncuffed my hands from behind me.

"Yes my Madame," I answered as I hurried off to prepare a plate of fruit and some cereal for her. I nibbled some fruit as I was preparing it. When I returned to the bed, she sat the tray next to her and began to eat from it, motioning me to her as she directed my head to suck her neck, her breast, moving down her body to her pussy. She finished her breakfast and sat back to enjoy the orgasm I was building in her. With a deep sigh, she released and lay backwards, throwing her arms out in ecstasy. She lay there for a long time, with me just gently lapping at her labia as she cooled down. I was beginning to think she had fallen back to sleep, but finally, she stirred.

"Very nice, I needed that, I need that every morning," she said as if making a command decision. She caressed my face and looked at me lovingly. "You really are getting the hang of this, just remember not to fight it, this is how things are and they will be perfect so long as you don't fight it." 

I nodded and answered, "Yes my Madame, I will try."

She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, "Time for my bath Boy," she said as she went about her morning ritual. I ran her water, leisurely bathed, shaved and dried her. She ordered me to get ready too as she finished her hair and headed out of the room. I took care of all my business and stepped out of the shower, dried myself and got on all my gear that was laid out for me. It was a different butt plug this time, a much larger one, but after the time spent stretching me out, it wasn't too painful going in. 

"I am going to go shopping before work today, Boy." Linda said as she entered the bedroom, with me dropping to my knees. She was already dressed for work. "You have the day to yourself but stay near the phone, I will be calling you to give orders. Get some sun. Enjoy the pool. There are a couple of books you need to read. I put them on the counter. You may as well start today. Mistress Mara or one of her people will come by again too so stay ready. I trust you to behave, you have done well and I want things to be as easy for you as possible. We will be giving you your training lashes tonight unless they are done before hand by someone else, so look forward to them." She bent down and stroked my cock a couple of times to get it hard, and left the room with a pat on my ass.

After she left the house, I went towards the pool. The books on the counter were the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Ann Rice, the Story of "O" and some manual about anal sex and your health. There was also a collection of Variations magazines. I grabbed the Variations and noticed there were specific pages folded down. I headed to the pool and relaxed in the sun as I read these stories about bondage, submission, dominance and the like. I was getting very tan in my time off and made sure to lie on my front too. At lunch time the phone rang and I answered it. 

"Hello," I said apprehensively.

"What are you reading?" Linda asked.

"Some stories about female domination in a Variations magazine, Madame," I replied

"What do you think of them? Do they turn you on?" she asked.

"Yes Madame, in a sense, but they pale in comparison to what I have experienced this week," I said truthfully.

"Are you hard?" she continued?

"If it pleases you my Madame, I can be very quickly," I said as I started stroking myself.

"Yes, Boy, it pleases me to know you are hard and your body desires me. Keep yourself hard for me all day, but you know the rules on coming. How does your ass feel? Is that plug injuring you?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"I focus around the constant pain, but I don't feel it is doing any permanent damage," I said, then added, "I hope it pleases you Madame."

"It pleases me, Boy," she answered. "Keep hard, get some sun and be aroused when I get home."

"Yes my Madame," I answered. She said goodbye and hung up.

I read and sunned all morning, enjoying the pool and the solitude, as well as the feeling of contentment brought from the sense of accomplishment these few days had given me. I was disappointed in some of the stories. None of them sounded real to me, and even though obviously made up, they still paled in comparison with what I had been through so far. For lunch, I had a sandwich and afterwards found myself falling asleep poolside. I awoke to the sound of a car pulling up. As I glanced over my shoulder, I saw a heavy-set woman with black hair and in a soft, billowing blue dress get out of a Grand Prix and motion to me. I figured it must be one of Mistress Mara's people so I didn't wrap myself with a towel, as I instinctively wanted to do. I approached her and she bowed to me. I bowed back, realizing that this was a slave, and not a Dom.

"Hello, my name is Marsha," she said as she opened the trunk of her car. "I am delivering groceries here as Mistress Mara has requested. She said I am to call you Sir because I have been bad, but she also said you were supposed to be hard when I arrived, you are not, I will have to report that.

"I have been asleep, my deepest apologies to our Mistress," I said and bowed my head.

She nodded thoughtfully, "If it pleases you, you can help me unload? Mistress Mara said it would please her for me to do it alone, but that I could ask your help. She also said it would please her for me to administer your training lashes today.




Ego Aside



"I am happy to help you Marsha," I said, knowing that my helping her might help to soften her blows. The amount of groceries was amazing and it took half an hour to unload and put them all away. Then she motioned towards the bedroom as if she had been here before..

"I am to bind you first, it is a part of the training," she said and followed me into the bedroom. She attached my arms to the tops of the posts on the footboard of the bed and grabbed up the leather paddle. "As a slave, I know how important it is to build up a tolerance to the paddle and lash. Count out loud for me, we are going to 150 today," she said matter of fact as she started to swing. I counted and felt pride that I was growing accustomed to the paddle, as well as growing aroused from the pain. I think the training lashes are more to keep slaves in their place as well as to build their tolerance, not to really cause massive amounts of pain. Some of my past whippings were to cause pain, but these were different. These I would learn to look forward to, almost to need them. She administered them with a solid determination, occasionally stopping to stroke my body, even commenting on how much she could enjoy me. I didn't feel the need to yell or squirm, not because she wasn't hitting me hard, but because I was seeing the spankings for what they really were, and I was beginning to like them. She seemed cautious to not touch me in a sexual way, as if it was an order.

When she finished, she untied me and handed me the paddle, raised the back of her dress, revealing a chastity belt that ran like a thong. She reached up and grabbed the posts. "If it pleases you, will you paddle me now?" she asked.

"Is this something Mistress Mara asked for me to do?" I asked in amazement.

"No, it has just been so long since a man has spanked me. You see, my husband died. He was my Master. I thought you might do this favor for me." She seemed sad and desperate.

Maybe if I did this, she wouldn't report me being flaccid, but then again, this would be a greater expression of free will. "Although I am sorry, I am to do what Mistress Mara or my Madame ask me to do, no more, and no less. You ask too much. If Mistress Mara is pleased with you, she will find you a suitable Master I'm sure," I concluded. I had so many questions about her, her services to Mistress Mara, her time as a slave, but I didn't get the feeling that questions were appropriate right now.

She bowed to me and thanked me. She dropped her dress and left, driving slowly out of the driveway. I returned to the pool and dove in to cool my burning ass cheeks. I floated on a raft for a bit longer before I went inside and began to clean up. I heard the phone ring as I stepped from the shower and ran to get it.

"Hello," I answered.

"You weren't hard for slut Marsha when she got there," Mistress Mara hissed.

"My deepest apologies my Mistress," I answered.

"Since this is merely a failure of your training, we will let it pass, but you did well to not give into slut Marsha's request to be lashed," she said. "We will enhance your training so you can hopefully learn to stay aroused all the time, even when sleeping. Someone will bring something for you to take with your dinner, it will help. Be ready for them."

Before I could answer, "Yes my Mistress," she had hung up. I quickly finished getting ready and as I stepped into the kitchen, Marsha was returning. She entered the kitchen and bowed slightly.

"Take these with each meal, they will help you with your training," she said as she handed me a bottle of herbal pills. "They are an herbal formula that will increase your erection. I wish you luck with your training," she said through a sad smile. I had so many questions, but felt that I would get to ask them one day. As she left I started getting my dinner ready. About half an hour after taking the pill, I felt warm and my penis seemed to attract more blood flow as I casually stroked it to keep it hard. 


As I cleaned up after my meager meal, the phone rang and I picked it up. Before I could even say "Hello," Linda said, "Are you hard?

"Yes my Madame," I replied and gave myself another stroke, standing in the kitchen.

"Here is what you are going to do," she started, " and this is going to be difficult but I am trusting you. I want you to remove the butt plug and go sit on the living room floor. Take the vibrating gel dildo from the toy bag and insert it into yourself. Watch any of the Skin videos and masturbate until you are just about to come, but then stop. After you have stopped, you are to fuck yourself for 5 minutes with the vibrator, not touching your cock. After five minutes, do it again. Continue this until I get home. This is what pleases me, and it will not please me if you come," she finished.

"Yes my Madame," I replied, and headed off to do as she ordered me. It was one of the longest nights of my life. I finally got to a point where I could just ride the vibrator and masturbate and not get too close, not having to stop, but by the end of the 3 hours, when Madame I got home, my ass was sore, my cock was sore and my arms were tired. 

When she arrived, I had just started another video and was working myself back up. "Keep going, Boy," she said as she strode past me to the bedroom. In a few minutes she returned in the corset she wore a few days ago and sat down behind me on the couch. I worked myself up real close again, and stopped stroking and started the vibrator in and out of my ass again. I felt her lean forward and she pushed me, indicating for me to lean forward. "Put your head on the ground," she said as she took the vibrator and continued to fuck my ass for a few minutes. When she saw me starting to soften, she ordered me to sit up again. "Stroke yourself and warn me when you are close, but don't stop until I say so," she commanded.

I stroked and stroked, getting more and more aroused until finally I was close and said so. "Don't stop, but don't come," she said. "Slow down if you have to, but don't you dare stop or come. I felt her lean forward and she began using the vibrator on me as I slowed a bit. I was getting closer and slowed down some more. She started fucking me faster as if fighting me to make me come. 

"Madame," I said through clenched teeth, "I am getting very close." I slowed my strokes down to one every few seconds and stroked real slow, barely touching myself.

"Don't you dare come, Boy," she snarled as she reached around me and twisted my nipple hard. I winced in pain and removed my hand, knowing that one more stroke, or one more nipple twist and I would come. 

"Madame, if it pleases you, I will stop so I won't come," I pleaded.

"Fine," she sneered. "Lean forward and turn sideways so I can watch you better," she commanded with a push and she leaned backwards. "I'm going to watch you fuck yourself in the ass, I love watching you do that," she continued as spread her legs she started fingering herself. I turned and leaned forward, reaching back and pushing the vibrator in and out slowly and easily, my cock bobbing up and down with the blood flow and with the penetration. I was still very close to coming and feared any stimulation might bring it on. 

She watched me for 15 minutes or so, as well as watching the movie. She fingered herself slowly and leisurely, apparently not in an attempt to orgasm herself. Finally, she stopped me. "Lay backwards," she commanded as she arose and straddled my face. "You will eat my pussy and I am going to stimulate you. As before, do not come, warn me if I need to stop," she ordered.

"Yes my Madame," I answered as I lovingly began to use my tongue on her dripping pussy. She sucked on me, licked me, stroked me, fucked my ass with the vibrator and I felt like I was doing pretty well by focusing on pleasing her and not getting over stimulated. She slowed while I gave her an orgasm. She yelled out and tightened up until the pleasure subsided, then she lay forward, out of my reach and in better position to torture me. 

She began to work on me in earnest now and after five minutes or so I couldn't take any more. "Madame, if it pleases you, I am close and need to stop," I gasped as she was stroking my cock up and down rapidly and ramming my ass in the same tempo. 

"Just hold back, Boy," she commanded but she didn't slow down. I grunted with each stroke and fought with all my energy to not come. As my hips began to lose control, she stopped, a small amount of pre come pumped by itself from the tip of my penis and she licked it up. then turned around to face me, leaving the vibrator hanging in my ass and humming. She still straddled my chest, and moved forward to rest her pussy on my mouth. "Here, lick me and let me show you," she said as she began to ride my face. She grabbed my right hand and forced it around behind here. "Finger my ass as you eat me, Boy," she ordered. Within a few minutes she was obviously getting close and said so. "Ok, I'm getting very close and I am going to stop myself by focusing on your finger," she said as she tightened her ass around my finger, I started licking her harder, using my teeth as well as moving my finger in circles to stimulate her further. She smiled with her eyes closed and kept riding my face. 

She did this for some time, proving she could control her orgasm. Finally, she stopped and spun around to work on me again. Same as before she got me as close as she could using her hand, mouth and the vibrator, denying my pleas to stop until I was about to burst, then she turned around again and had me do the same to her again, getting her close, she resisted her orgasm until finally she slid backwards down my body. She rested her pussy on my cock, without inserting it. She rode forward and back with my cock sliding between her labia for several minutes, each slide pushing my head onto her clit. "I am going to come now," she said through gasps. "You are not allowed to."

"Yes Madame," I answered, although unsure if I could. Lucky for me she came quickly and I still throbbed, wanting more. She lay on me and rested. The vibrator hummed on the floor, having fallen from my sore ass. After a bit I felt her cool juices dripping onto me. My cock continued to throb. Her breathing slowed and she sighed contentedly.

"It's time for bed," she said as she slowly got up off me. "You have been good so no plug tonight," she said. I rose to a kneeling position, my cock still bouncing from the blood flow, it had to be the herbal medicine doing it's thing, but I wanted to come so badly, but more than anything, I was proud to have pleased her. 

"If it pleases you my Madame," I answered. She nodded and headed to the bedroom. I shut off the TV and VCR, grabbed the items lying around and headed in there too, kneeling as I entered. She cuffed my hands behind me, and again attached my balls to the bedpost. As I lay there, she bent to kiss and gently sucked on my still bouncing cock, while reaching up to twist my right nipple. I groaned with desire.

"Continue to be good," she said as she climbed into bed, "you are pleasing me greatly. We still need to get you to have better control though. I want your cock in my pussy, but need to know we can do that without you coming and without us having to stop. Good night my Slave, I love you," she added.

"I love you too Madame," I replied.

She was asleep shortly I am sure, but my cock throbbed for hours, and never really went flaccid like usual. 

Day 6

When I awoke in the morning, I was as hard as I was when I went to sleep, but without the throbbing and bouncing. When I finally did fall asleep, I must have really slept well. Not only did Linda unhook my hands and my balls, but also she was nowhere to be found. Finally, I decided to go use the bathroom and found a note on the mirror. Taking it down it read:

Boy,

Today you get to re-roof the places on the barn that need it. I am in training this morning with Mistress Mara so you are on your own. Wear all the gear laid out for you, do a great job and if you finish early, enjoy another afternoon by the pool. Don't forget to take your medicine and try to stay hard for me. I may be home before work and will want you to please me. Continue to please me.

With love,

Madame

So, I put on my gear, and inserted the butt plug. It was the largest yet and not only hurt going in, but made it difficult to walk too. With my cuffs on, the plug, my cockstrap and my training collar, I ate breakfast, took my pill and headed to the barn. Amazingly, I was still erect. I used the pulley system to get the sheets of tin to the roof and replaced the three that were rusted through and leaking. I was done in an hour and heading back to the house. I went to the bathroom and upon taking out the plug, was reluctant to replace it. I left it out for a bit while I grabbed the oil and turned on the radio for outside. As I headed to the kitchen to get some tea, I saw the Grand Prix coming up the drive, so ran to the bathroom and reinserted the plug, then stroked myself a bit harder, although I was still pretty erect. Marsha entered by the kitchen door as I came into the room, we nodded to each other.

"I've been given orders to clean this house today," she said with a smile. "I've other duties too when I am done that involve you, but it'll take me a few hours first." 

She started to remove her dress, it must have been in her directions to do the work naked. "Can I ask you some questions Marsha?" I said pensively.

"Yes Sir," she said cheerfully. She seemed in a better mood today. Her body was very large and not in an attractive way like Mistress Mara, but she had the same confidence in her nudity that I was learning and that Mistress Mara displayed. She leaned against the kitchen counter as we spoke. I finished getting my drink.

"How long have you been a slave?" I asked.

"For as long as I can remember, as I said, my husband was my Master. But I've only been with Mistress Mara for a year, she found me after he died," She looked sad again for a moment, "he had sent her word when he got sick to look out for me. I love Mistress Mara, but I really miss having a Master. She knows that without this Chastity belt, I am not to be trusted around men. That is why she calls me "Slut."" she finished.

"What sort of things do they do to you? Is it the same things that are done to me?" I inquired. "Like do they tease you and not let you come?"

"Everyone is a bit different. Some Doms have special tastes that they play towards, but Mistress Mara's people are very focused on not going too far past the Sub's limits either. For instance, you actually have few limits from what I hear and those will probably be respected, although they want to challenge you and push you past your boundaries as much as they can. Like me," she continued, "I didn't want to be with a female but was taught to want it as it pleased Mistress Mara. As far as orgasms, that is just the stage of training you are in right now, me too. When we get better at controlling them, then we will be forced to come, and often, to the point that it is difficult. I know that is one of your barriers, I've heard them talking. You have the habit of wanting to drop out of the Sub position after coming, most men do, but that will be fixed with time."

"You don't think they will make me be with a guy do you?" I asked apprehensively. "That is my big barrier. I don't want to be with a guy at all."

"I don't know, but if it is a tough one for you, you can bet they use it against you to force you through other obstacles," she said. "They may make you think there is a guy present but it isn't really, or they may make you do something else you don't want, with the threat of being handed to a Master. What else don't you like?"

"Well," I started, "being nude in front of strangers is tough," and I blushed. "Being spanked by strangers has been humiliating, but for some odd reason, it has turned me on. Like when you paddled me yesterday."

"Well, wait until there is a play party and you are teased and whipped by numerous people, in front of numerous people," she smiled, "Not my favorite either, but like you said, it turns me on anyway. Well, I better get to work now," she said as she headed to the hall closet.

"Why am I not ordered to clean this house?" I asked.

"You probably will be, but this is a part of my punishment for trying to masturbate around my belt," she said with a smirk, removing the vacuum from the closet. "Plus it is what I did for a living before I was taken in by Mistress Mara."

I thanked her for talking to me and went to the pool to tan and read. I stroked myself instinctively now to maintain my erection. I lie in the warm sun, reading erotic stories, stroked myself occasionally and enjoyed the music. I was self-conscious stroking myself in plain sight of Marsha, but I think she knew it was necessary. My only real discomfort was my ass, which was drastically stretched from the plug, but I was enduring it. It seemed better if I floated on my stomach in the pool on a float instead of lying on the lounge chair on my stomach, the plug hurt worse in the chair. 

I floated and dozed until about noon Marsha came out and sat a plate down next to the steps of the pool, then entered the pool herself. "Mistress Mara ordered me to do some things to help you today. First, I am supposed to make sure you eat and take your pill, then I am supposed to supervise your work on maintaining your control for an hour and finally give you your lashes," she said. "It will please Mistress if you eat now," she said formally.

"Do I just say yes Marsha? Or should I call you something more formal?" I asked.

"We are both subs, Marsha is fine," she said with a smile. "It would be fun to do a beginner orientation," she chuckled. 

"I need one," I said as I climbed up and sat on the steps of the pool to eat. We both chuckled a bit. "It wouldn't have helped though, without the training collar, I'd have been gone in a hurry."

"How about now?" she asked. "Would you leave without it now?"

"Well," I said between bites of the sandwich, "I could leave now, it isn't the collar that keeps me, it is my desire to please and my love for Lind…, er, Madame." I said with a smile. "I do enjoy feeling like I'm the center of attention, but I miss the orgasms. This is all just very exciting and I think that is mostly why I stay.

She pointed to my penis and reminded me to stay hard as we kept talking. I stroked a bit, although I wasn't really soft, just pointing down a bit. "I sure wish I could help with that," she said. I'm not allowed to touch you, but it is exciting to watch you." Suddenly I was very self-conscious, and finished my sandwich in a hurry. I took my pill and finished my tea. "Now you are supposed to masturbate near to orgasm repeatedly. I was told it is the same exercise you did last night. Where is the vibrator?" she asked.

I was mortified that she was going to be my supervisor for this, but excited too. "In the bedroom," I answered.

"We will just go in there then," she suggested.

I answered, "Yes Marsha" as I rose and we went in the house. She had worked hard to clean the house and it sparkled, floors mopped, carpets vacuumed and everything dustless. In the bedroom, the bed had clean sheets and was ready for bondage. I took the vibrating dildo from the toy bag near the bed and turned to face her.

"Remove your plug," she ordered. I was more self-conscious in front of this sub than I was in front of either Mistress. I did as I was told, but the humiliation was making my dick throb again. "Do it on the bed, Mistress wanted me to get a good show. Climb up there and shove it in," she said excitedly.

I climbed up on the bed and applied a generous amount of lube then slowly inserted the dildo, it didn't hurt at all, I was accustomed to bigger now so it was easy, it actually felt good as it vibrated and slid in and out. I closed my eyes in shame and to enjoy it. "Tell me how it feels," she said as she knelt next to the bed and rested her elbows on the side. "Tell me you like it in your ass." I blushed with shame, and was close to refusing to go on, as close as I had been since my first day. She could see that and added: "Mistress is pleased to hear her slaves talk about their experiences, I'd hate to have to tell her you refused me."