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Laurie's House Slut Ch. 01

By: royalrogue



It was Friday. Two long weeks since Michael had last been under Laurie's control and teasing attentions. He had taken the day off and arrived at her house at mid-morning, letting himself in because she was at work.

Carefully he followed the instructions she had left on the dining room table. His clothes and car keys were now securely locked in the cedar chest in her spare bedroom. The chastity device, called the "Curve," was locked on his cock, its weight a constant reminder of its presence and a challenge not to distract himself too much by the straining denial of any erection. The rounded anal plug, a "Ryder," was inserted in his bottom, well-lubricated with the always available lube, and it started opening his ass for whatever Laurie may have in mind for later. Michael wore the loose t-shirt and shorts that had also been laid out for him. 

Dressed as ordered, he worked his way through the list of chores. A basement to be swept, floors to be washed, plants to be watered; those were the easy tasks. Somewhat more difficult, not because of the physical strain, but rather the erotic one, was filling a list of images and stories he was tasked to search for online and save for her to review. This task ensured that his cock spent hours straining against the hard plastic of the Curve, his dripping precum soaked up by the towel he placed on the seat of her desk chair. His shorts carefully folded beside him to protect them from that wetness. 

Michael was in the garage, sweeping the floor once more when Laurie arrived home at the end of her day. He stood at the back of the garage as her red Mustang slid to a stop in the driveway, his eyes down as he waited for her. The car eased to a stop and its engine stopped. He listened to Laurie's door open and close, her heels clicking on the dry concrete as she came into the garage to where he stood. The garage door slowly descended, blocking out much of the light.

Without a word her hand stroked his cheek. Slowly it descended, her fingertips trailing across his chest until her hand cupped his genitals. She hefted the weight of the Curve which encased his cock and he moaned softly at her touch.

"Turn," she instructed.

He did so, turning completely about and felt her fingers slide between his cheeks. She pushed in the thin material of the shorts to confirm that the plug was in position as she had instructed in her note to him. 

"Good boy," she said, "we'll see if you have been as diligent with the remainder of your tasks. While I get myself ready I want you to wash my car."

"Yes ma'am," Michael whispered as her touch withdrew. He moved towards the storage cabinet that held the things he would need.

"Oh, and one other thing," Laurie said as she turned to enter the house, "when you're ready to start, come and see me for a new plug first."

"Yes ma'am," Michael repeated, ensuring that she heard his response.

Quickly he filled the bucket with warm soapy water at the laundry sink in the garage. He put out the sponges for washing and rags for wiping down her Mustang to prevent spots. lastly, he unrolled the hose out to the car, ready for rinsing the soap from the car's sensual curves.

Then, as instructed, Michael went inside the house. Quietly he went downstairs to Laurie's den and playroom, where he knew she kept her toys and where he was expected to present himself for the new plug. She wasn't there yet, so he dropped his shorts and knelt on the spanking bench. This position exposed him to her and ensured she could replace the plug without having to order him into position.

And he waited.

Five minutes, ten minutes, he wasn't sure. All Michael knew as he knelt quietly was that the images running through his head kept his cock straining against its cage. Images of spankings on that bench, as well as thorough fuckings that left his asshole stretched and sore. So forceful in their nature, yet so satisfying in the depth of submission they created in him. Laurie's ability to discover and fulfill that need made him lust for each such encounter, and to do his best to earn each such reward in his diligence as her house slut.

"Mmmmm," she said as she entered the room, "I do like to see that ass presented for me. I plan to use it well this weekend, so we'll have to open it fully for what I have in mind."

Her hands caressed Michael's ass cheeks, and then spanked him hard on each cheek.

"How long has it been slut?"

"Two weeks since you last took my come Ma'am," he responded quickly, "and two weeks since you last gave me the pleasure of your strap-on."

"And why so long since your last orgasm?"

"Because I was careless last weekend Ma'am, I did not complete my assigned chores."

"That's right," she responded, "you did not and you were not rewarded. I find that giving you no attention at all is a very effective punishment, don't you agree?"

"Yes Ma'am, I do not wish to be sent away, I will try harder."

"As you have," Laurie noted, "and I will see what you have earned for today's efforts, "but for now . . ." 

And with that she quickly yanked the plug from Michael's ass. He gasped, but before he could do more than that the pressure of a new, larger plug against his anus made him freeze in place. Gently, yet with a force not to be denied, she worked the sturdy plug into his bottom. Shaped for retention he sighed as the base settled against his skin and his asshole closed around the narrow portion of the shaft.

"There," Laurie announced as she turned to leave the room, "now get back to work."

Knowing that any disobedience might well lead to another week left unsatisfied, Michael quickly got off the spanking bench. Adjusting slowly to the new plug as he replaced his shorts, he kept moving and headed out to wash Laurie's car as directed.

The weight of the chastity device and the new plug ensured that Michael's mind was firmly on his predicament, even as he carefully washed, rinsed and wiped down the red Mustang. He kept his eyes on his work, knowing that Laurie was probably keeping track of his work, watching him from her room over the garage. Once he'd been less attentive, and watched a young lady in very tight shorts walk past the house. Laurie let him no in no uncertain terms that his behaviour was unacceptable as she handed him back his clothes and sent him away. It had been a long week waiting for her next summons, and he was careful not to repeat such punishment.

After wiping down each wheel Michael rolled up the hose, and returned to the garage to empty and clean the bucket he had used. As he worked at the sink, the garage door closed behind him and he waited in the darkness for the instructions he knew would be coming.

"Go downstairs, shower, and prepare yourself," Laurie's voice reached him in the dark garage from where she stood framed in the doorway to the house.

He smiled, her words implied that he had served well and was to be rewarded in her own way.

Obediently, Michael left the garage and went to the basement of the house. There he removed his clothing and climbed into the large shower. Knowing her requirements, he carefully washed his entire body, and shaved again to remove any stubble growth from the day since his first shave that morning. He let the hot water flow over the locked chastity device, soaping where his fingers reached and hoping that the remainder would be clean enough for Laurie's inspection.

Clean, naked except for the Curve, Michael passed through the second door in the washroom and entered Laurie's playroom. Today it was brightly lit, and seemed inviting, at least until one recognized the furniture and implements around the room and understood their purpose. A torture chamber perhaps, but one for sensual and erotic torture. Soft padded surfaces, covered in easy to clean leather and synthetics, ropes and straps for binding willing subjects. A wide variety of whips, paddles, floggers, toys and other devices, some selected for their own primary purposes, others more for the apprehension and implied threat their presence engaged in a submissive's impressionable imagination.

Michael scanned the room, automatically seeking clues as to his fate. In the centre Laurie had placed her "Pony." A modified sawhorse, she called it her Pony because, she had explained, boys don't get to ride real horses, only ponies. The Pony was designed to support his body at the chest and stomach, with additional supports under his feet and calves to bear the weight of the lower body, and an extension cradled the forehead to support the head. Ingeniously designed, the Pony was sparse in its construction and ensured the rider's nipples, genitals and ass were fully exposed. The rider's mouth and face was also available, except that it was in a downward facing posture. A multitude of rings were mounted along every edge to allow the rider to be securely fastened to the Pony. The Pony was adjustable for height, but Laurie kept it at a level that let her use her subject's body in many ways without any discomfort to her.

As he stood in the bathroom doorway, obediently waiting instructions, Laurie entered the room from the main doorway. She was fully dressed, as she almost always when she was training him. All in white, she wore a simple dress with buttons from the scooped neckline to the hem. White stockings which, from past experience, he knew would be attached to a garter, and white Mary Jane stilettos, the closed rounded toes and ankle straps shiny in wet-look patent leather and the gleaming steel heels clicking on the hard floor. Laurie's brown hair was tied in a bun, and the only colour in her outfit was the bright red lipstick she wore.

"Well," Laurie said as she moved toward Michael, "you've apparently been a good boy this week and I am pleased with your progress on your chores. I think that calls for a reward, and that a Pony ride is in order."

"Thank you Ma'am," was all Michael could say, he knew that he was only to speak when spoken to and wanted to be as deserving of his Mistress' attention as he could possibly be.

"Good boy," she said, her fingertips brushing his sensitive nipples, "now get on your Pony and we'll see if you deserve more than that."

Silently, Michael moved quickly to do her bidding. Spreading his legs to straddle the back of the Pony, he leaned forward and lowered himself until his chest rested on the Pony's upper surface. He shifted slightly into the position he knew well and rested his forehead in the cradle mounted for that purpose.

He felt Laurie's hands on his right leg and he relaxed as she lifted his foot into the "stirrup" which supported his feet and calves, with his knee pushed well forward until his ass was the only part of his body which extended behind the Pony's frame. She quickly aided him in getting his left leg in lace as well and he relaxed in the position that Pony required of him. He sighed gently as he felt the straps start to cross his body, holding each part of his body firmly in place.

Michael's mind drifted, subtly shifting from the state of subservience that he had maintained while working through the list of chores, to one of submissiveness. He needed no specific act to make that change of his sense of place, allowing himself to be bound and taken immediately drew his thoughts and emotions into the correct framework. He relaxed as he allowed the feelings of his submission to embrace himself fully, knowing that he was in her care and control was enough.

In his position on the Pony, Michael's sight was directed towards the floor, but his view was not only of the shiny hardwood. In a modification to the Pony, a small LCD monitor had been mounted where it was directly under his face. The last time he had ridden the Pony Laurie had thoroughly stretched and filled his bottom with a variety of dildos and her strap-on cock, and he watched silent images of sexual activities, which seemed to include an abundance of hard cocks shooting hot come, a pleasure she took delight in denying him. The added distraction of the visual stimulation had kept his mind whirling between the imagery and the physical sensations of Laurie's hands on his bound body and that of her thick toys filling his own ass again and again. 

Michael rested on the Pony, comforted by the embracing bonds. He listening to Laurie's heels clicking on the hard floor. He strained to hear and decipher the small sounds she made as she prepared for his training. As he did so the screen he was facing came to life. This time the view was not that of commercial x-rated movies, but a strangely familiar scene. He was watching himself in a closed circuit television view of himself strapped to the Pony.

(To be continued) 

Laurie's House Slut Ch. 02



Michael relaxed in his position on the Pony. The cushioned top of the modified sawhorse supported his body from hips to chest. His head rested in the attached cradle and his arms and legs were secured in their supporting holders. The straps over his back that held him securely to the Pony's cushioned top were firm but not overly tight, reminding him more of Domina Laurie's hugs than strict bondage.

Facedown and secured, Michael could not see what was happening around him. But Domina had seen to that. Mounted on the Pony's structure below his face was a small flat screen, which showed the room from the point of view of a closed circuit camera set to his right. Judging from the view it gave him, it must have been placed near the ceiling on the room's sidewall. 

This was a new use for the screen. The last time he rode the Pony, Domina had played a continuous video of sexual images. They filled his sight and consumed his imagination as she has played with his bound body. Michael licked his lips as he remembered hot eroticism of those images, a series that was dominated in his mind with pictures of large cocks spurting loads of delicious come across female body parts. His memories of that session were clearly dominated by the memory of Domina feeding him his own come from her fingertips as the cocks in the video came again and again, come filling his mind from the video and his mouth from her own hands.

As he contemplated that memory, Michael studied the image now showing on the screen. He saw his own body strapped to the Pony. Each time he thought of the Pony he heard in his mind Domina's admonition that "Boys don't get to ride a horse, they only get ride a Pony." He was positioned with his head pointing to the right of the screen, centered in the image and framed by the backs of two wing chairs which angled toward each other but also towards the Pony, separated by a small coffee table. 

The wall behind the Pony was painted a light colour, like the rest of the room. Some might think it was non-standard for a dungeon, but Domina liked her spaces to be open and light a wooden St Andrew's cross was centred on the wall, it's shape in dark oak contrasting with the paint and inviting even more memories and fantasies. To either side were hooks and small shelves. Hanging from the hooks were Domina's floggers and other instruments of discipline. The shelves bore an artistic arrangement of objects that only a second look brought the awareness that they were rows of plugs and dildos.

Michael was alone in the room. Alone in his bondage. Alone with his own thoughts and memories. Breathing slowly and deeply, he felt himself starting to be absorbed by the moment, surrendering himself even more to the complete control of his Mistress. Laurie would take care of him. She would give him what he desired, and what he needed beyond that. She would accept his surrender, and ensure his safety.

He felt each strap that crossed his body, binding his torso, his arms and his legs to the Pony. He felt the fullness of the anal plug Domina had inserted into his bottom and his cock tried to rise, straining against the rigid plastic of the Curve chastity device. His bondage was complete and firm. He was at her mercy. Just where she wanted him. Just where he wanted to be.

Laurie's stilettos sounded on the room's wooden floor before Michael saw her walk into the view on the screen. She was still attired in her white dress, a simple sundress with buttons from scooped neckline to hem. Those buttons were undone from the top to expose her generous cleavage and lacy bra, and from the bottom to show her long sexy legs when she walked, all the way to the tops of her sheer white stockings.

". . . and this is our playroom." Laurie announced as she strode into the room, halting in front of the St Andrew's Cross.

Michael's attention was fully on the screen, waiting to see who Domina was speaking to. He had never been put on display like this before, although they had discussed such things. He watched as Laurie's visitor entered the room. A big, beautiful woman, with a broad smile and short dark hair, she came into the room as if nothing was amiss. She surveyed the room, smiling slightly as her gaze fell on his bound body before returning her attention to her hostess.

Laurie's guest was medium height, and carried herself with confidence. She was dressed in a loose flowing shirt over slacks, he caught glimpses of her heels under the hems of her slacks, and of a black bra restraining large luscious breasts under the shifting blouse, which was open down to her bra. Michael knew as he watched her move that he was in the presence of two Dommes, equals who would be deciding on his experiences during the visit. 

Michael watched and listened as Laurie showed her guest the toys, the bondage furniture and the various fixtures in the room. He heard them, off screen as they admired the large shower in the adjoining washroom, noting that it could easily hold three of four.

Finally the reappeared on screen and walked over to stand beside him. One lady stood on either side of the Pony and he felt their hands come to rest on his back. 

"And this pretty slut is Michael," Laurie said, "he likes to ride his Pony, and he'll accept whatever we Ladies want to do to him, whether he is bound or not. Isn't that right little one?"

"Yes Domina," Michael gasped, as he felt two hands stroke his ass.

"This is Mistress Tracey," Laurie continues, "You'll address her properly when she requires you to speak."

"Yes ma'am," Michael responded, "hello Mistress Tracey, I will obey as instructed."

"Oh, he is an obedient boy, isn't he," Tracey said.

"Yes, he can be," Laurie responded, "when he's not misbehaving."

Their hands rested on his ass, fingers exploring the base of his anal plug. The ladies' other hands drifted down to his nipples, stroking and rubbing as if they both knew well the effect that touch would have on him.

Michael groaned deeply, as Tracey continued, "And does he misbehave often? How do you discipline him when he does?"

"He doesn't intentionally misbehave, not very often," Laurie responded, "but he can be a bit of a brat when he wants to be. I have found the most effective discipline, when it is truly deserved, is to ignore his needs. Depriving him of attention, especially any sexual stimulation, is quite effective at convincing him it's better to behave. Isn't that right Michael?"

"Yes ma'am," he responded, thinking of the past week, during which he was denied in just that manner for his carelessness in performing his assigned duties. 

He'd been much more careful today, and finding himself strapped to the Pony under the control of Domina and her guest was sufficient positive reinforcement to convince him that obedience does have its rewards.

"Make yourself comfortable, while I make a few adjustments here," Laurie said.

Michael watched on the monitor as Laurie moved off screen to the left, and Tracey moved towards the armchairs. Tracey slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she moved toward her seat, exposing a lacy bra that supported her large breasts and left her hard nipples exposed. She eased into a chair as Laurie reappeared to Michael's view.

Laurie wheeled a small metal cart over behind Michael. From his bound position he couldn't see her except in the video screen, but his imagination filled in any missing elements of anticipation that the screen seemed to omit.

He was familiar with the cart; its top shelf was often used to hold Domina's toys and instruments of tease and torment. The open lower section held a stool, which Laurie now removed and positioned to sit directly behind him. She had opened her dress completely, letting it flow from her shoulders to sweep around her back and legs as she walked. The open dress exposed her stockings and garter belt, and the bra that encased her large breasts.

Laurie sat; her legs wide for balance and the gleaming stiletto heels of her white Mary Jane shoes caught the light from every angle. She raised her hands and stroked her fingertips downwards across the Michael's ass. Her thumbs slipped inwards to press against the base of his plug, drawing a quiet moan from his lips as she worked it against his muscles and prostate.

"Time to stretch this tight ass a little more," she said, to no one in particular.

Swiftly, she twisted the plug and withdrew it. Setting it aside, she brought up a new larger plug. Six inches in length and almost two thick, it was larger again by half in length and bulk than its predecessor in his bottom. Laurie pressed the bulbous head against Michael's anus. Slowly she pushed, feeling the head strain against his sphincter muscles. 

"Breathe," she instructed, as she had so many times during his training.

Her desire to stretch and fill him was not to be denied. As Michael moaned deeply at the new intrusion, Laurie slipped its bulk deep inside until the flared base was against his tight asshole.

Michael shuddered as the comfortable feel of its thickness and length filled him. His sense of submission was heightened as Laurie took his ass with ever-larger plugs and dildos. He knew this would not be the last or largest today, and he smiled inwardly, looking forward to what was to come.

Laurie smiled at Tracey, who softly applauded the erotic spectacle before her. Both Ladies were enjoying their roles in sharing in Michaels' submission.

With practiced hands, Laurie reached under Michael. She expertly unlocked the small padlock on his chastity device. Working quickly, she dissembled the cage and exposed his hardening cock.

She replaced the hard plastic cage with a tight condom, rolling it to the base of his cock to trap every drop of his dripping pre-cum. The condom was held in place with two tight latex cock rings, which she stretched on her fingertips and let close over the condom at the base of his cock. As a final addition to his genital bondage, she slipped a series of elastic hair bands over his shaved balls, holding them tightly and stretching them away from his body with their number.

Sitting back, Laurie admired her work. She knew that Michael would be enjoying his bondage and his submission, even as he wondered what to expect. But that would wait until it was her pleasure, and Tracey's, to decide. For now, he could stay in position while the ladies chatted.

Laurie stood, and taking one more item from the cart walked around to Michael's head. She placed a set of headphones over his ears and plugged them into the side of the monitor.

Michael wondered what she had in mind. He watched in the screen as Laurie walked over to the pair of armchairs. She disappeared from view for moment but returned shortly with a tray that she placed on the table between the chairs. Sitting in the other armchair, Laurie took a small remote from the tray and clicked a few buttons.

She then turned to Tracey, asking, "Care for a glass of wine my dear?"

The sound filling the headphones drowned out Tracey's answer. Michael's view of the room in the monitor was replaced by a video of a thick cock being milked of its load of hot come by a teasing dominatrix. Laurie had ensured that his attention would be fully occupied while the ladies discussed his fate.

(To be continued)



Laurie's House Slut Ch. 03



They were in Laurie's clean white playroom. The room's colours might have been non-traditional for a dungeon, but both ladies found the atmosphere the light colours promoted to be relaxing and pleasant. 

Laurie poured Chardonnay into the two wine glasses on the tray. She offered one to Tracey and then relaxed into the second wingback chair. The two ladies enjoyed their first sip of wine, their eyes met and exchanged a knowing wink as the settled down to observe the scene before them.

Laurie was six feet tall; not counting her shoes, and was buxom in all the right places. She wore a simple white sundress with buttons from scooped neckline to hem. She's unbuttoned it completely so that its light fabric swept around her hips and legs as she moved.  The open dress exposed her stockings and garter belt, and the bra that encased her large breasts. As she sat back in the comfortable armchair she crossed her legs, her calves were well defined by the rise of her white stilettos with their steel heels, and she dangled one shoe from her outstretched toes.

Tracey was a big, beautiful woman of medium height, with a broad smile and short dark hair. She exuded confidence in a way that Michael just knew she was Laurie's equal and, no doubt, similarly dominant. Tracey wore a loose flowing shirt over slacks and heels. She had unbuttoned her blouse when she moved to her armchair, exposing her large luscious breasts encased in a black bra. She sat back in her chair, sipping the wine Laurie offered her.

Enjoying their wine, the ladies relaxed and watched Michael in his predicament. Bound securely to the Pony, he couldn't even squirm as the feelings of the large butt plug and his genital bondage took their effect on his body. His attention was also fixed upon the video screen mounted below his head. The videos that Laurie started as they settled into their chairs showed him a constant series of large cocks spurting their hot come, alternating with images of men being fed come from fingertips and luscious mouths, and men being required to lick their come from many sexy female forms.

Laurie and Tracey exchanged pleasantries and discussed Michael's training to date. Laurie described the way he responded when she filled his tight ass with her dildos. She told Tracey how she would collect his come and feed it back to him from her own lips, or from her fingertips when it was collected in a condom such as he now wore. 

Their attention was drawn to Michael's throbbing cock, which hung down exposed to their view. Tightly encased in the condom, which was held in place by two tight latex cockrings, they could see his cock bob, each time he flexed his muscles trying to push the building pre-come passed the constricting rings. The head of the condom was already showing signs of a gathering collection of his juices. 

"Looks like he's enjoying himself," Tracey said.

"Yes," replied Laurie, "he's quite happy when he's strapped down and plugged tightly. He may come across in public as the big man, but we all know he's just a little slut once a lady snaps her fingers and says "Heel, boy!" to him."

"And tonight we'll push his limits past that little 8-inch dildo he likes you to use on him, right?" Tracey asked.

"Oh, yes. It's time we opened that ass a little more. You did bring the toys we discussed, didn't you?"

"I did," responded Tracey, "and he should know what's coming because he was always telling me how interested he was in feeling my toys."

"Shall we begin?," Laurie asked as she picked up the remote and, with a few clicks, replaced the view on Michael's monitor to one of the room. He could see the ladies in their chairs and himself strapped tight to the Pony in the centre of his screen. The view would allow him to watch as they played with his bound body.

"Of course," said Tracey as the Ladies clinked their glasses in a silent toast and drained their wine. The empty glasses landed on the tray simultaneously as the two women rose to their feet. Laurie shrugged the open sundress from her shoulders and placed it over the back of her chair. Tracey followed her example and did the same with her blouse.

They stepped forward to the bound man on his Pony. Laurie approached Michael's head, on hand tracing along his back and slipping down to stroke his hard nipple. She slipped the headphones from his ears with her other hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"I love you," she whispered, "and I want you to accept everything for me."

Michael groaned softly at her touch and the sound of her sensual voice. "Yes ma'am," he murmured in response.

As Laurie and Michael exchanged comments, Tracey stepped behind Michael's tied body. Her hands softly stroked across the cheeks of his ass. Her fingertips slipped along the crack to prod and push on the base of the anal plug, which held him open for their pleasure. Sitting on the stool that remained behind him, her fingers slid between his legs to caress his bound and smooth shaven scrotum. Finally, as she finished her leisurely inspection, she ran two fingers along the sides of his latex encased cock. She smiled as he groaned when her kneading fingertips pushed a large measure of pre-come from his shaft into the expanding head of the condom.

Laurie smiled at Michael's reactions as she walked to the end of the room out of his view. She returned to Tracey's side carrying a tray with a number of objects covered in a towel. They all knew what was under the towel, but that little bit of secrecy added to the anticipation they were all enjoying. Tracey squirmed with delight as she peeked under the towel and Michael would have squirmed if only he had that much freedom of movement. 

Laurie placed the tray on the cart beside Tracey. She then returned to the end of the room and picked up a second stool. She brought the stool over to sit at Michael's head. Sitting down beside him, she reached out to gently lift and turn his head towards her. Laurie leaned forward to kiss her submissive.

"We're going to fuck you now, my little slut," she informed him, and you're going to take every inch if you want to think about coming this week."

"Yes ma'am," he whispered in response, and his eyes begged her to take him any way she desired.

Laurie lowered Michael's head to its rest. His eyes settled on watching the scene in the room on the small screen. Laurie turned on her stool towards Tracey, watching her friend stroke Michael's bottom.

Tracey took the towel off the tray beside her and laid it across her thigh. She picked up a tube of thick lubricant and flipped open the top. She inverted the tube and reached out to pick up the first of the three thick dildos on the tray. Eight inches long, realistically molded with thick veins and a full scrotum, she squeezed a generous portion of lube onto the head and shaft.

Tossing the lube aside, she wrapped her strong hand around the dildo's shaft and began stroking it like the hard cock it imitated. She spread the lube over the dildo's surface, preparing it to fuck Michael's ass.

Laurie watched as Tracey slid two fingers under the base of the plug in Michael's bottom. Quickly, she twisted and pulled on the thick plug, its bulky six inches slipped from his well-lubed asshole drawing a moan from deep in his throat. As soon as it came free of his clenching hole, she placed the thick head of the new dildo at his hole. Pressing firmly, she worked against the resistance of his sphincter muscles.

Michael started panting as soon as he felt the new presence. He could feel the force of the thick shaft opening him more and his submissive desire to be filled fought with his body's natural resistance to the larger intrusion.

Laurie's hands stroked his body. She tweaked his nipple and slid two fingers along his face and into his sucking mouth.

"Breathe honey, " she said, as she always did to coach him into a relaxed state for his anal training sessions.

Michael focussed as best he could on her instructions. Striving to maintain slow and measured breathes. In and out, deeply, his breathe mirroring the anticipated sensation of the thick dildo entering his ass.

Tracey's efforts were not to be denied. Michael felt his muscles close on the shaft of the dildo as the heavy ridge of the head slipped inside him. He groaned as she slowly but decisively drove the hard cock forward until the molded balls were tight against his skin.

"There," she said, "a nice thick eight inches to get you ready for more."

"Mmmmmm," said Laurie, "I told you he liked that one."

Michael kept breathing deeply, trying to make his body relax and accept the thick shaft filling his ass. From their comments, he knew how large it was, and that he was experienced with it from his training sessions with Laurie. Often enough, Laurie would not take his orgasm from him unless all eight thick inches were buried deep in his ass. Sometimes for session after session, he began to associate his desire for orgasm with a simultaneous need to have the thick cock in his ass first.

Tracey sat back to admire her handiwork and wiped her hands on the towel before placing it on the edge of the tray. She stood and walked around Michael's bound form, her hand remaining in contact with his skin. Laurie met her with a fresh glass of wine as she completed her circuit of the Pony.

Laurie and Tracey clinked glasses and drank deeply of the chilled Chardonnay. They smiled at one another as they shared thoughts of taking Michael to new levels with the remaining toys on the tray.

After a few more sips of her wine, Tracey handed her empty glass back to Laurie.

"No sense letting him get too comfortable," she announced, "let's keep going."

Tracey retook her seat behind Michael. Laurie set the wine glasses aside and moved to sit beside Michael's head.

Michael watched in the small screen as Tracey repeated her earlier actions. The dildo she picked up off the table was almost identical to the one in his ass, except that it was noticeably longer and proportionately thicker.

Deliberately, ensuring she was in full view of Laurie and the watching camera for Michael's watching eyes, she stroked the thick shaft to spread a generous helping of lubricant on its textured surface.  Again, she grasped the base of the dildo filling his ass and in one steady pull removed it fully from his stretched bottom.

Immediately, the even larger head of the new dildo was pressing against his hole. Firmly, she popped the edge of the dildo's cockhead into his ass. Michael groaned deeply, his breath struggling to follow Laurie's whispered instructions.

Tracey took her time with this new intruder. She let Michael adjust to it's bulk as she worked it inch by inch into his tight ass.

Laurie lifted Michael's head to look into his eyes. She saw the submissive lust that consumed him as he was being taken. This was the moment she had been waiting for. To have someone take his ass so that she could look into his eyes and enjoy the depth of his submission to her, to them, was her own fulfillment. She smiled with her love for her submissive boy.

"Relax, baby," she said to him softly, "breathe, in and out, take it for me. I love you when you accept my will, my desires."

Michael was nearly beyond words. He looked deep into his Mistress' eyes, focusing on her red lips and the words they spoke to him.

"I love you," he gasped, as Tracey eased the last inches of the dildo into his ass. He felt its thickness, and also knew that it was deeper inside him than he'd ever experienced before.

Laurie gently lowered Michael's head back into the cradle designed to support it. She kept her hands on his body to ensure he could feel her presence. Standing, she pressed her hips against him, her heat against his ribs obvious to him. Gently, hardly knowing she was doing it, she rubbed her aroused genitals against him, taking pleasure in his bondage and sub mission.

Tracey moved to stand against Michael's other side. She also kept her hands on his bound form, one resting on is ass while the other gently brushed his nipple.

The two women faced one another across Michael's back. 

"I'm so glad you could join us today," Laurie said.

"As am I," responded Tracey, "I have very much been looking forward to seeing him submit.

The two ladies leaned towards one another over their bound submissive's back. Softly they kissed, just once, to share their pleasure in dominating Michael together.

"We should let him relax with that one," Laurie said, "more wine?"

"That sounds like a great idea," returned Tracey, as she started moving toward the armchairs from which they could observe the subject of their activities.

Tracey and Laurie relaxed in their chairs with fresh glasses of wine. They chatted about their mutual interests in dominating men while Michael remained tied to the Pony. He was filled with a larger dildo than he'd ever taken for Laurie and his body slowly adjusted to the bulk and length of the 10-inch intruder in his ass.

He drifted in and out of the boundary between his fantasies and the reality of his current position. His submission filled his senses and his body relaxed in acceptance of his place and of the thick latex cock in his ass.

(To be continued) 



Laurie's House Slut Ch. 04



Laurie and Tracey sat back in the comfortable armchairs. They were sitting in Laurie's clean white playroom. The room's colours might have been non-traditional for a dungeon, but Laurie preferred the relaxing atmosphere that the light colours promoted. 

The ladies talked quietly as they sipped their wine and watched Michael in his bondage. Laurie had strapped him into his current position before Tracey had arrived, but they had both enjoyed his predicament as Tracey stretched his ass with first eight and then ten inches of thick dildo.

Michael tried to relax in his position on the Pony. The cushioned top of the modified sawhorse supported his body, his head rested in the attached cradle and his arms and legs were secured to padded supports on the sides of the horse. Straps over his back held him secured to the Pony's cushioned top in strong but not overwhelmingly strict bondage. Whenever Michael thought of the Pony he heard in his mind Laurie's reminder that "Boys don't get to ride a horse, they only get ride a Pony." 

Mounted to the Pony under his head was a small flat screen, which Laurie had used alternately to show him a view of the room as the ladies played with his bound form, and also an endless series of erotic images and video clips. 

As he rested on the Pony, he tried to ignore the demanding presence of the 10-inch dildo that Tracey had driven deep in his tight ass; the screen was again alive with pornographic images. He watched as scene after scene of large cocks coming onto across female body parts stimulated his imagination. With each such scene he imagined Domina Laurie feeding him his own come from her fingertips as the cocks in the video came again and again.

Laurie refilled Tracey's glass and then her own. They traded stories of men they had dominated, or wanted to, and of their plans for new adventures. Laurie described the ways she dominated Michael, the things he enjoyed and the ones she did because of the pure sensual enjoyment that she derived from them. 

Laurie wore a lacy white bra that supported his luscious breasts. On her legs were sheer white hose held up by a garter belt. On her feet were white stilettos, their steel heels glinting whenever the light fell on their polished surfaces. Over six feet tall in her heels, Laurie could dominate a man merely by the strength of her presence, and she did so to Michael whenever they were in private.

Tracey was a big, beautiful woman of medium height. She displayed a ready smile and wore here dark hair in a short cut. Her good nature did not disguise the confidence she had in her dominant position over men, and those who were truly aware understood her nature quickly and behaved themselves. Tracey sat back in her chair and sipped her wine. She was dressed in slacks over her own heels and a black bra. 

The ladies watched as Michael relaxed on the Pony. His breathing became regular as he adjusted to ten thick inches of dildo in his ass. His attention was held by the erotic images on the screen mounted under his head, and that attention was evident by the throbbing of his hard cock. Laurie had released him from his chastity cage after she strapped him to the Pony. His cock was now encased in a tight condom, which was held in place by a tight latex cockring. The pressure of the cockring required an effort to force his precome through the shaft of his cock. Each time Michael flexed his muscles to try and relieve that pressure, his hard cock bounced to the ladies' delight.

Draining her wine glass, Tracey placed the empty glass on the tray. She rose to her feet and turned to Laurie. 

"Let's take him up another notch," she said.

"Enjoy yourself," Laurie responded, "I'll watch from here for now."

Tracey walked over to Laurie's bound submissive. She ran her hands across his back as she walked around the Pony. Her fingers slipped downwards to stroke across his hard nipples. As she completed her circuit, she sat down once more on the stool behind Michael.

She pressed gently on the base of the dildo, pushing the molded scrotum tight against Michael's bottom. She smiled as he tensed and moaned at the slight movement of the dildo's shaft. Tracey fondled Michael's shaven scrotum, rolling his smooth balls gently between her fingertips. Lastly, she reached forward to stroke once along the length of his cock with her thumb and fingertips. She felt the come slide along his shaft to add to the collected drippings in the condom.

Satisfying herself of Michael's continuing arousal, Tracey turned her attention to the thick dildo filling his ass. Grasping the molded balls, she very slowly pulled back, withdrawing the shaft from his bottom until just the head remained inside the tight muscles of his sphincter. Then, dripping fresh lubricant on the dildo, she just as slowly slid it back into the bound man's ass to its full depth.

Again and again, she repeated her actions, out, then back in with more dripping lubricant. Ever so slowly, as she watched and listened to Michael's reactions, Tracey increased her pace. Soon enough, the dildo was pistoning back and forth at a steady pace, fucking him deeply.

Laurie watched the scene before her. She had been aroused from the moment she first strapped Michael to the Pony for Tracey's visit. A visit he did not know was to happen until the two ladies came into the room. But now Laurie could not believe how erotically charged she was watching her friend soundly fuck Michael's ass with ten inches of thick silicone cock. Her fingers brushed across her own nipples as she imagined teasing his, then slipped down between her thighs to explore her own wetness.

As she maintained a steady pace with the dildo, Tracey looked over at Laurie and mouthed the word "now?" Laurie caught her eye and smiled back, nodding acknowledgment.

At that, Tracey drew back on the dildo one more time and stopped. She paused with the dildo's thick head just inside Michael's tight ass.

"Do you want more, Michael?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he gasped.

"Ask for it."

"Please Mistress Tracey," Michael croaked with a dry voice, "please fuck my ass."

"Well, since you did ask nicely."

With a firm pull, Tracey drew the dildo's head out of Michael's ass. Even as he moaned in disappointment, she readied and placed at his hole the head of a new, larger dildo. 

"Yes?," she said to him.

"Oh, yes please ma'am," he begged.

At that, she started pushing, and Michael realized immediately that he was to be challenged once more. Fighting to maintain a steady rate of breathing, and focusing on needing to do this for Domina, he groaned deeply as the new dildo's head suddenly passed through his tight muscles.

Tracey paused. She knew he would need a moment to adjust. This new dildo might only be slightly thicker than its predecessor, but it was enough to make a real difference to the recipient. he was yet to experience the real difference between the two dildos. There were 12 full inches from the tip of the bulbous head to the molded balls on this new silicone cock.

After waiting for a moment, measured by the steadying of Michael's breathing. Tracey gently began to advance the dildo. Centimetre by centimetre, the thick silicone shaft disappeared into Michael's tight ass. He groaned deeply as the dildo filled him, and demanded more of him than he'd ever experienced. He could barely imagine taking more than the 10-inch dildo had required of him, but his sense of being at his limit before was struck down as the new shaft drove deeply into his bottom.

Eventually, Tracey reached the 10-inch point, knowing that he had already been penetrated that deeply. After a short pause, she started again, a fraction of an inch at a time, pushing, relaxing, and pushing again. Slowly, Tracey forced the silicone cock fully into his stretched ass. With the molded balls tight against his skin, Tracey sat back and exchanged lusty smiles with her subject's dominant mistress.

Tracey pulled back on the dildo until half its length was revealed. Drizzling more lubricant on the silicone shaft, she gently pushed it fully home again in Michael's ass. She repeated this action a half-dozen times before thrusting it home solidly. She sat back, smiling at her handiwork. Wiping her hands on a towel, she rose and walked back towards Laurie. Laurie reached out to pour a fresh glass of wine for each of the ladies and, standing, offered one glass to Tracey. She bent down as Tracey took her glass and the two women shared a soft sensual kiss before taking their seats.

"He really loves having that ass fucked, doesn't he," asked Tracey.

"Oh yes," Laurie replied, "and you've proven that he's quite the size queen too. I'll have to add to our collection to continue his training."

"Well, if you want some company when you go shopping, I am a bit of an expert on big toys for girls and boys," Tracey said to her friend with a sly wink.

The two ladies clinked their glasses at that remark and settled into their chairs to enjoy their wine and Michael's predicament on the Pony. Michael tried to regain control of himself and relax but the pressure of this new larger dildo, the largest he'd ever been penetrated with, was too much. He panted shallowly, moaned softly and squirmed within his bonds. The ladies smiled at his struggles and watched as his cock, as hard as ever, throbbed in its own bondage beneath him.

With a final sip of her wine, Laurie turned to Tracey and said, "Shall we continue."

Tracey smiled, finished her own wine and stood along with Laurie.

Approaching the bound man, Tracey sat behind him and slowly withdrew the thick dildo from his ass. She replaced it with a short solid butt plug, almost as thick as the dildo but shaped for ease of retention. As she worked, Laurie undid the straps holding Michael to the Pony. She released his legs and gently lowered them to the floor, then his arms and finally the straps over his torso.

The ladies helped Michael stand behind the Pony. They took him by the arms and guided him towards one corner of the playroom. In that corner a sold leather swing hung from four strong chains. Designed to support the subject's full body, the swing also included manacles on the suspension chains and straps along the sides of the swing for bondage alternatives. They guided him into the swing and helped him raise his feet while Laurie buckled manacles attached to the swing's suspension chains around his ankles. Michael's arms were then bound to the sides of the swing to complete his new bondage. 

On his back, Michael's legs were almost vertical and spread wide; his genitals completely exposed for the ladies' continuing attention. Deep in his submission, Michael had followed the simple instructions he received and the ladies' guiding hands in the move from the Pony to the swing. He continued to focus on his breathing, and on staying quiet. Later, as he related this to Laurie she would chuckle and inform him that he had been far from quiet during the ass fucking he had received at Tracey's hands.

"Why don't you feed him while I get ready," Laurie said to Tracey.

Tracey smiled and turned her attention to Michael's body bound to the swing. Gently she teased his nipples and then stroked his hard cock in its latex sheath. Carefully, she removed the latex cockrings that held the condom in place. With one smooth motion, she slid the condom up his cock, milking any remaining precome from the shaft into the condom.

Tracey took the condom and weighed it in her hand, she smiled at the healthy collection of precome it held and smiled as she imagined her next move. Deliberately, she held the condom up where Michael could see it, and slid one finger deep into its sloppy interior.

She looked deep into Michael's eyes as the dripping finger hovered over his mouth. Michael knew what was expected of him. He met her gaze as he opened his mouth wide, catching the drips that fell from her finger and then closing over her finger to suck his own juices from it. 

Tracey smiled at his obedience and willingness to consume his own juices. Twice more she fed him from her fingers. Then she decided on a new tactic. With a practiced hand she released the front clasp of her bra and released her large breasts to Michael's view. He watched as she spread his come on her hard nipple and then leaned forward to feed her wet nipple into his waiting mouth. 

Michael continued nursing Tracey's nipples in turn, sucking his precome from them when Laurie returned. Still in her garter and heels, she had also removed her bra to expose her delicious breasts. But she had also added one new item.

Swinging between her legs from a sturdy harness was a large strap-on dildo. A full twelve inches, the dildo's bulk dragged downwards until it hung angled towards the floor. In girth it was about the same thickness as the ten-inch dildo Michael had been required to hold for so long on the Pony, and only slightly less thick than the 12 inch one Tracey had forced into his tight ass.

Laurie's dildo had one very unique feature, its shape. Unlike the naturally shaped dildos that Tracey had used, Laurie's was formed by a series of thick ridges, one per inch and very well defined. She had chosen it for the effect it would have on Michael's prostate gland. She knew exactly how strongly he would react and she fully intended to use it for maximum effect.

Laurie paused beside the Pony and watched Michael sucking Tracey's cum-covered nipples. She slowly lubricated the strap-on, stroking it as if she was masturbating her own hard cock. Her cock. That how she imagined it, and that's precisely how Michael would be accepting it.

Laurie watched Michael's own cock throb and twitch as he suckled Tracey. Deciding to wait no longer, she approached the swing to stand close to Michael's exposed ass. In one swift motion she grasped the base of the plug in his ass and pulled it out. Michael gasped, losing his grip on Tracey's nipple.

Tracey paused, watching as Laurie lined up the strap-on and held the head of the dildo tight against Michael's asshole.

"Do you want this?" she asked.

"Yes, please Ma'am," Michael responded, "please fuck me."

"I won't stop until you come," Laurie warned.

"Please ..." Michael moaned, "fuck me Mistress."

Holding the swing's chains, Laurie pressed forward. The dildo drove into Michael's ass, slowly but firmly. He felt every ridge on the way in, and it was a warning of things to come. He gasped at each solid intrusion, and moaned deeply when he felt the heat of Laurie's thighs against his ass.

Deliberately, Laurie withdrew the dildo far enough to pull one ridge out through Michael's tight sphincter. Then she pressed it back in to full depth once again. She repeated her movement for two ridges, then three, and so on. 

Eventually, Laurie was pulling back the full length of the thick shaft, and thrusting it back in to its full depth. Michael's throat vibrated in reaction to each ridge forcing itself in and out of his ass and their determined massage of his tender prostate. He emitted a low moan in time with the flexing of muscles the ridges created in his ass, a sound that he didn't even know he was producing.

Laurie took Michael to the edge of orgasm, watching his face and cock with a practiced eye to avoid sending him over that edge too soon. She knew from long experience when he was close and how to keep him there. Tracey watched closely, caught between the images of the dildo hammering Michael's ass, and watching the faces of the lovers as the dominant Laurie fucked her submissive slut.

It didn't take long before Laurie had to decide whether to let him come, or to pull out and deny him for another while. To extend the tease she turned to Tracey and asked her if he had earned his orgasm.

"I suppose so," said Tracey, "he has been rather well-behaved."

"Would you like to feed him his come?" Laurie asked her friend.

"Mmmmm, yes, I would"

"Then get ready, he won't last long. Just hold his head in your mouth and he'll fill you up in a minute."

Tracey leaned over Michael's stomach. She lowered her mouth to his hard cock, swiping her tongue across his head once to lap up the fresh precome that ran from his cock. Then she opened her mouth and closed her lips tightly to hold the head of his cock just inside her mouth.

Laurie pulled back the full length of the ridged dildo, and in one smooth motion, drove it deep inside Michael's ass. She started fucking him in long steady strokes. Almost immediately, Michael started jerking and moaning, reacting to the suddenness of his orgasm starting to explode through his body.

"Oh God, he whimpered, "I'm coming."

"Yes baby," said Laurie without pause, "give us your come. I want you to come for me."

As she drove the dildo deep into his ass once more, Michael's cum exploded into Tracey's waiting mouth. In an intimate dance the three lovers held still while the only sound was Michael's gasping and the only motion was his hips trying to drive his cock deeper into Tracey's mouth. But Tracey was prepared and managed to keep her grip on only the head of his cock.

As they all started to relax, Laurie released the strap-on harness and stepped back, leaving the dildo deep inside Michael's ass. Tracey milked the last of Michael's come into her mouth and stood up, holding the come in her mouth.

Laurie reached out to touch Tracey's shoulder. The ladies stepped toward one another and Laurie bent down to kiss her. Michael watches as the ladies, in a brief sensual kiss, shared his come until both of their mouths were bathed with his juices.

The women parted. Laurie walked around to Michael's other side. With lips pursed, she leaned over Michael's face.

Knowingly, he opened his lips to receive her, tasting his own come as it was pushed from her mouth into his own. Following that deep loving kiss, Michael swallowed his own come. As he watched Laurie straighten up, hands turned his head to the other side, and Tracey's mouth hovered over his. Again, Michael closed his eyes and opened his mouth in submission to receive the rest of his come from her lips.

As they finished kissing, Michael felt Laurie sliding the dildo from his ass. Working quickly, the ladies released his tired and sore body from his bonds. Gently they helped him to his feet and into the shower in the adjoining bathroom. They washed his body from head to toe and dried him with soft towels. He remained in a slight daze throughout this period of aftercare and hardly noticed as they guided him to Laurie's large bed where they wrapped him in warm blankets.

As he drifted off to sleep, Laurie and Tracey wandered back down to the playroom.

"That was fun," said Tracey as they started to clean up, "I hope we can do it again soon."

"Oh, we will," responded Laurie, "we have so much more to teach him."

(Finis.)