0 comments/ 79744 views/ 11 favorites Stormy Surprise Ch. 01 By: adoration The thunder cracked down, lighting up the dark sky as the storm rolled around the valley. It was a damp, sticky and stiflingly hot afternoon and the rain was pouring down. I didn't give a damn. I was on holiday and in a few minutes my lovely new girlfriend, Sharon, a busty 20-year-old brunette, would be at my door ready for another afternoon of sex and mild sadism. I'm 30, tall, dark-haired and well-built (especially there – it's eight inches) and of all the amateur dominatrixes I've enjoyed sex with, Sharon is the best. She had wangled an afternoon off work from the bookstore where she works in Bangor, Maine, and was due at 2pm to fuck me, then flog me! The thunder and lighting could go on all day, for all I cared. I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a bright red PVC thong, cut high on my hips, which allowed my semi-stiff prick plenty of room to rise to the occasion, as it were. Then, just past 2pm, the front door bell rang once, then twice – Sharon's signal! My heart was thumping as I rushed to the door and opened it, being careful to stand behind it and only pop my head around the frame. Our little cul-de-sac is quiet, but neighbours pry, especially in this little neck of the woods. Standing in the pouring rain in a gleaming black rubber mackintosh which had a hooded cape and came down nearly to her booted ankles, was a woman the same height and build as my lovely Sharon, but who most certainly was not her! "Hi, Kevin," the stranger said, pulling the cape from her head to shake lovely golden brown hair around the throat of her mac, "I'm Karen, Sharon's mom. She can't make it and has asked me to fill in. You gonna let me drown out here?" With an involuntary jerk, I pulled the door wider and she stepped past me, the rubber raincoat dropping little pools of water on the tiled floor. I stepped back, acutely aware that I was almost naked in front of a total stranger. Karen smiled and reached into her raincoat pocket for a mobile phone. "Sharon's left a message on my phone for you, here check it out," she said, passing me the mobile. She indicated which button to press, then I heard Sharon's voice: "Hi Kev, it's me. Look, something's come up, I won't be able to make it for an hour or two, so I've sent mom to look after you. She's very experienced and I expect you to obey her every command – every fuckin' command, got it? If you don't I'll be so totally pissed. Byeeee." I handed the mobile back to Karen, who grinned broadly at me, her big brown eyes dancing. "Now be a gentleman and hang this raincoat up for me," she said, unbelting the rubber garment. As I took it from her I found that she was already dressed for "action". Her breasts were encased in a sheer black brassiere, her nipples standing erect. A pair of sheer black panties completed her clothing, a dark patch of pubic hair sprouting just above clearly visible piss flaps. The outfit was completed by a gleaming pair of black leather boots, which came to half-way up her shapely thighs. "Nice thong, Kev," she said, as I admired her lovely body, very similar in size and shape to her daughter's. "Turn around." The tone of her voice brooked no argument, and I did as I was told. "Hmmm, very faint stripe marks – when did Sharon last discipline you?" "Erm, about five days ago, Karen," I responded. "Time we freshened them up then, isn't it?" she laughed, not really expecting an answer, I guessed. "Now, lover boy," she said, walking ahead of me into my lounge, "fetch me a nice cold beer, I sure could do with one on this humid old day." And with that she plunked herself down on my large leather couch as if she owned the place! I went to the kitchen and fetched her a bottle of Bud, bringing one for myself. She accepted it, patted the couch beside her, and sucked on the beer. "How long you been fucking my daughter," she asked. "Er, about a month," I answered. "You're 30, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Like 'em young do you?" "Er, no, not necessarily," I replied. "I like them, how can I put it? I like them assertive, confident, age isn't really a factor." "You like 'em to be bossy bitches, you like to be dominated 'cos you're a submissive, correct?" said Karen, cutting to the chase. "Yes," I said, looking down and then sucking on my Bud to hide my feeling of embarrassment. "So you've no objection to a 45-year-old doing the domming?" she asked, staring me aggressively in the eye. "No, I guess not," I said, well aware of the message that Sharon had left on her mother's mobile. "Good, that's got that settled," she said, sipping more of the Bud down. "Now get out of the latex thing and show me what you're made of. If it matches up to the rest of you, I'm gonna be impressed." I stood and peeled off the thong, then stayed standing, intensely aware that my cock, with a mind of its own, was standing out there in erection, pre-cum gathering at its tip! "Very nice," Karen smiled, "very nice, indeed. Uncut, too. I like an uncut cock, it gives a dominatrix so many more options when it comes to cock and ball torture. Sharon do that to you?" "Occasionally," I admitted. "OK, Kev," she said, "lead the way. I'm told by my darling daughter you call it 'the games room', that right?" "Correct, Karen," I said, "I think the term 'games room' has got a certain sort of ambiguity." Christ, I must have sounded like a cunt! "Yeah," she sneered, "well I prefer 'dungeon' or, if you really wanna call a spade a fuckin' shovel, how about 'torture chamber'?" "I suppose that's one way of putting it," I conceded, agreeing with this incredibly forceful woman. "Sure is, buster," she snapped. "Now let's cut the crap. Take me to the torture chamber!" We walked through the house, Karen carrying her Bud and her mobile phone, me my Bud, down to the small but cosy little room at the back of the house, where I had enjoyed so many domination sessions with countless dominas. Some of them had been professionals, some of them amateurs, like Sharon, only to call Sharon an "amateur" is doing her skills at domination a grave injustice. "Very nice," said Karen, eyeing the chamber. "As Sharon said it's cosy, it looks to have all the necessary stuff and it is secluded. Is it sound-proofed?" I must have looked startled, because Karen laughed and reassured me: "Don't worry, Kevin, I'm not going to flay the flesh from your back, trust me." "It's padded and it's well away from the neighbours' properties," I said, standing in the middle of the room. Karen shut the door behind her, and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to sink slightly into their natural cups. "I'm a lady who prefers to punish in the nude," she smiled, "guess you've got no objections to that, eh Kev?" My erection denoted that I had not, but I muttered: "No, of course not, Karen – lovely breasts." She smiled appreciatively and cupped them in her hands. "They're 38s, just like my darling daughter's," she informed me. "Have a taste." And with that she stepped forward and allowed me to lower my mouth to her left breast and suck on the erect nipple, surrounded by quite a large expanse of berry brown areola. I was then allowed to worship her other breast. After that, Karen pressed her booted thighs closely together so that she could struggle out of her knickers. "I know what you slave boys like," she said, brightly, placing them over my face, the gusset in the perfect place – over my nostrils and mouth. They were damp, the aroma intense. My prick stiffened even more. Karen then fossicked about among the equipment in one corner and came back to me with a spreader bar, which she attached to my ankles, forcing my feet at least a yard apart. She returned to the equipment and found a leather padded yoke, which she placed across my shoulders, then used the velcro strapping to bind my arms and hands onto it. I was now naked and totally vulnerable to her. Karen finally picked a black rubber flogger, with some dozen thongs, which I knew would sting but which would not scar or cut my flesh. She apparently knew what she was doing – as Sharon had said in her message, "she's very experienced". My surprise domina then cupped my balls in one hand and remarked: "Heavy, very heavy, Kevvy. When'd you last come?" "During Sharon's last visit five days ago, Karen," I answered. "Christ," she laughed, "you're a fuckin' monk!" Then she pressed a forefinger into my foreskin and flicked it around, collecting a glob of pre-cum, which she then presented to my mouth. I sucked her finger clean. "This is what you like about domination, isn't it Kev?" she asked, as I tasted my own juices. "You like the excitement of the anticipation, don't you? "You like the thrill you're getting now, it's running through your body like a dynamo, like electricity?" Just then there was a clap of distant thunder. She laughed at the timing of Mother Nature. "You like the mouth-drying thrill of wondering – when is she going to start flogging me? Don't you?" I nodded. She pressed on. "Where will the first stroke hit? Will it be a hard one? Or will it be light, or medium? "Then there's the pain – not so exciting if it's too painful, eh Kev? And then the anticipation builds again. Will she give me lots of strokes? "What will she do to me next? Will she torture my balls? Will she make me drink her piss? Will she let me fuck her? Oh, the anticipation – it's driving you wild, isn't it, Kev?" "Yes, Karen," I croaked, standing spread and arm-bound before her, as she stroked my stiffness. "Well, darling," she smiled, "I'm afraid I'm going to keep you in anticipation a little bit longer, 'cos I need another cooling Bud. Won't be long – oh, and sorry, but you're not getting any more. The sight of me drinking another is all the pleasure you're gonna get for a while." And she left me, standing helplessly as she went to fetch another beer. Back in the torture chamber – OK, her terminology is the more accurate, I guess – she smiled at me as she drank some more ice cold beer, licking her lips, wafting the neck of the bottle beneath my panty-covered nostrils, teasingly. Then she picked up the rubber flogger and began to trace it from my shoulder blades, down my back, across my tensed buttocks, over my thighs, across my naked genitals, up my belly and over my pectorals. "Where do you want it first, Kevvy?" she asked, in a quiet voice. "Cock and balls? Buttocks? That lovely muscular back? Tell me, Kevvy, where?" I swallowed deep and replied: "My buttocks, if you think they're worthy of your attentions, Karen." She was standing directly in front of me, holding the flogger menacingly, when she answered: "Oh, they're worthy, all right, very nice whippable buns, lovely. It's just that I'd decided on your cock and balls!" And the word "balls" was no sooner out of her mouth than the flogger and its dozen thongs whipped onto the underside of my scrotum, wrapping around my ball sac and entangling themselves around my erection. I sucked my breath in, taken completely unawares by the suddenness of the attack, fully expecting, as I was, some more of her verbal teasing before the actual first blow. Karen gave me no time to recover before flailing the flogger across my exposed groin again, this time with a sideways, slashing motion. Then again, a down stroke this time. Then another upstroke. I was panting, heaving, as she assaulted my cock and balls, the rubber stinging and searing my helpless genitalia as she worked on me. Then, to my intense relief, her mobile phone set off a ringing tone that sounded like the old Nancy Sinatra hit "These Boots Are Made For Walking". "Hi Sharon," she said. "Yes, I've just got started on him. I've given his cock and balls a little warm up, and I may work on his buttocks next. Wanna chat with him? I think he's got his breath back by now." She placed the mobile to my ear and mouth. "Hi Kev," said my girlfriend. "How's it going? Mom giving you a lovely time?" I answered: "Yes, she's doing very well, she is, as you say, very experienced, a remarkably able dominatrix, darling." "Good, well you enjoy, 'cos I'm gonna be another hour or so, OK?" "OK," I told her. "Oh, Kev," she said, almost as an afterthought, "have you fucked her yet?" "No, darling," I replied. "Well if you do, make sure you do it well!" said my lovely girlfriend-domina, and the connection went dead. "What was the last bit about, Kev?" Karen inquired. "Sharon wanted to know if I'd fucked you," I told her. "Good thinking," she grinned, "only judging by the angle of that cock of yours, you're not in any mood to fuck me yet, so I'd better get to work on those lovely buns. Now bend over!" I inclined my upper body over until it was parallel to the floor, thus presenting my arse even more blatantly for Karen's rubber flogger. I felt the coolness of the rubber thongs as she traced them across my tautened buttocks, then they hissed through the air and landed with a loud "Splattt" on my defenceless flesh. The stinging was intense but momentary. Karen worked me over this way for some while. After my buttocks had been soundly thrashed she concentrated on my shoulder blades, then my upper chest, my belly and finally my inner and outer thighs. At last she put the flogger down, then pulled up a large leather ottoman and sat on it, directly in front of me. Her mouth closed around my cock and started to suck on it, soon helping me achieve a rock-hard erection. A few licks on the underside of my balls left Karen satisfied that I had completely recovered from the flagellation session she had inflicted on me. She stood and removed my arms from the yoke, allowing me to flex and stretch my tensed muscles. Then the spreader bar was removed. I did some more stretching to ease the aches that had built during my bondaged beating. "Now, my darling Kev," she smiled, finally removing the sweet-smelling panties from my face, "let's see what you're like in the fucking department. You come with a good report from my dearest daughter, so you'd better not fuckin' let me down." She then led the way upstairs, me gazing at her lovely lush buttocks as she sashayed up to the bedroom. Not even bothering to remove her boots, she lay back on the bed and spread her thighs. "Get me ready, sweetie," Karen ordered, and I moved my eager mouth to her large-lipped labia and sucked at her moistness. She needed no getting ready, she was already flowing freely, but I relished the tangy taste of her pussy as I performed my oral adoration. "Enough, already," she called, as I tongued her cunt, "get on with it!" I sprang into action, my stiffy jutting against her cunt and then plunging in. She was wet, smooth and luxurious, all at once. I piston pumped her, enjoying the bouncing feel of her big boobs against my chest as we bucked and heaved and humped. Then she ordered me into the submissive position, and as she lay on top of me, thrusting at an ever-increasing pace, I sucked on first one, then the other erect nipple, until with a roar, she announced her noisy climax. Karen looked at me with a soft smile. "Very good, very fucking good, Kev," she announced, to my intense relief. "Sorry if you've not come, but that's not important, is it?" I nodded: "No, it's not Karen." But the ache in my balls told me it was! I had just pulled my dripping but still solid cock from her, when there was Sharon's trademark one ring, two ring, signal from the front door. Karen smiled at me. "Back down to the torture chamber, Kevvy wevvy," she ordered. "I'll let Sharon in." I obeyed and stood waiting in the basement room, cock still erect, unsatisfied as it was by the non-achievement of an ejaculation during my fuck with Sharon's mom. Soon I heard the clatter of boots and high heels as the mother-and-daughter domination duo neared the torture chamber. Part of me was thrilled, part was scared. Soon I knew I would be undergoing a double domme session, an experience I had never had before. As I had now undergone the delights of a punishment session with both Karen and Sharon, I knew that both were extremely adept at the arts of female domination. Sharon, I guessed, had picked up plenty of tips from Karen. It was a case, I suppose, of "like mother, like daughter". Then the door opened and Karen swept in, followed by Sharon, naked but for her red high-heeled shoes. "Ready to go, darling daughter?" asked the 45-year-old. "Ready to go, mom," replied the 20-year-old. Karen grinned: "OK, then let's give him a session to remember!" To be continued. Stormy Surprise Ch. 02 The two lovely ladies stepped up to me, as I stood, cock swaying stiffly from my groin, in the torture chamber. Karen, at 45, was 15 years my senior, while her daughter, Sharon, my girlfriend, was 20. I drank in their beauty. Both had lovely brown hair, both had lush 38-inch breasts, and while Karen was slightly thicker around the waist than her daughter, both had almost matching magnificent buttocks. Both were semi-shaved at their pussies. "As I was saying to Kevin, earlier this afternoon, darling," said the mother, "what really excites the submissive, slave, call him what you will, is the anticipation before a session." "You mean he gets excited merely thinking about it?" said Sharon, who I had been fucking for a month since I met her in the Bangor, Maine, bookstore where she works. "Precisely," said her mother. "Do you know the sound that most excites a slave?" Sharon shook her head. Karen smiled: "Even Kevin may not know, but if he thinks about it, he can work it out. It's not the sound as the flogger whistles through the air before it lands on his flesh. "That doesn't excite the slave as much as it excites his dominatrix, because he knows it's going to hurt, so it will excite her more than it does him. "No, it's not the sound of the whip. It's the sound of a domina's high heels or boots clip-clopping along the floor as she nears the torture chamber where he's waiting for her arrival. "What's she going to be wearing today? Will she be naked? Will she be in erotic lingerie? Leather? Rubber? PVC? "What's she going to do to me today? Whip me? Torture my balls? Piss on me? Allow me to worship her pussy? Or her anus? What is going to happen to me?" "And so everything after that is an anti-climax, mom?" asked my girlfriend. "Oh, no, far from it," said Karen, stroking my hard-on. "Nothing can match the slave's eager anticipation of what a session will hold for him, but after her arrival, the domina must do her utmost to live up to his masochistic expectations. "And that's where we come in. A two-domina session is one of the most rewarding a slave can undergo. Have you ever had one, Kevvy-wevvy?" "No, Karen," I replied, honestly, "but it's always something I've dreamed about." She smiled at me, still stroking my raging erection. "Well, we'll have to do our best to see that the reality can live up to the dreams, won't we?" Then Karen snapped "On your back, Kevin" and I quickly lowered myself to the floor and lay, arms by my sides, ankles pressed together. Karen then picked up the rubber flogger she had used on me earlier in the afternoon. "Sit on his face, darling," she told her daughter. "Which way, mom," asked Sharon, "facing away from his cock or towards it?" "Towards it, darling," said her mother, "because you'll want to watch what I do as he performs his oral adoration." Sharon then lowered her pussy to my mouth, her knees on either side of my torso. Karen then used one booted foot to kick my legs, indicating I should spread myself. "Now you will start your work, Kevin," I heard her mother announce, "and as you work there at this most pleasant of tasks, I will be flogging your cock and balls. This flogging will go on until you have given my dear daughter an orgasm, so the quicker you bring her off, the better for you." I flashed my tongue onto Sharon's weeping cunt, then licked her lovely large labia lips, then attacked her clit, then roamed around her entire aromatic snatch, licking and sucking as I felt the stinging slaps of the flogger entwine around my balls and rapidly limpening cock. Sharon helped me by moving herself up and down along my face, and soon she was panting her way to a noisy climax. "Yes, yes, Kevin, yes, I'm coming, flog him faster, mom, flog him faster," she called out before collapsing off to one side after her orgasm hit and then started to subside. Karen ceased her flagellation frenzy on my tormented cock and balls, and walked over to one of the chamber's two easy chairs. Sitting down on the black leather, she placed her booted legs wide, her thighs across the arms of the chair. "Now I'd like another orgasm, Kev," she ordered. "Crawl over and get to work. Sharon, when he starts his worship, start flogging his shoulder blades – not too hard, but enough to make him feel the stinging." I crawled towards my target, a slightly larger but no less aromatic area than that I had just finished laving to climax only a few moments before. As I pressed my tongue and mouth on her pussy, Karen called out: "Get that whip working, Sharon!" And I heard the hiss of the rubber, then its sting as it struck home, while my mouth was concentrating on bringing Karen off. The sound of thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, the rain was pouting down, but all I could hear was the hissing of the flogger as Sharon wielded it in broad brush strokes across my bare back, as I laved away at her mother's demanding minge. Some minutes into my work, Karen began to moan out, then called: "He's got me, Sharon, he's got me, whip him harder, harder, harder!" And as I brought her mother to a crashing climax, Sharon was smacking the rubber whip down in a steady tattoo on my back. "Stop!" called Karen, "I've come." And the whip ceased its attentions on my stinging, smarting flesh. I pulled my face away, panting in exhaustion, not only from my adoration of Karen's pulsating pussy, but also from the whipping her daughter had inflicted on me. "Now it's time for the spreader bar and the yoke, again, my dear Kevin," Karen told me. "Be a sweetheart and fetch them for me, will you?" I walked gingerly to the equipment section and brought the spreader bar and yoke to the middle of the torture chamber. After Karen and Sharon had fitted me into the two implements of bondage, Karen started stroking my penis and addressed my girlfriend. "The important thing in a two-domme session, my darling, is that both women should be involved in each individual punishment during the entertainment. "It can sometimes get a bit busy, but done properly it will keep the slave in a constant state of arousal. And that's what we're going to do now." Karen then pulled the large leather ottoman towards my position. Sitting on it, she planted a sweet little kiss on my stiffening prick. "Now, Sharon," said her mother, "you can have a go at his lovely buns – they are nice, aren't they?" Sharon agreed: "One of the prettiest bottoms I've ever seen, mom." She then selected a single-stranded lash and brought it to my mouth. "Kiss it nicely," she ordered, placing the coolness of the leather against my lips. I planted a kiss on the implement, and Sharon smiled at me before walking behind me and laying the coolness this time against my buttocks. "When my mouth starts to suck on his cock, Kev will say 'Please begin, Sharon' and you can start laying into him," said Karen, from her position in front of my erection. I felt her mouth surround my helmet and, as ordered, called out: "Please begin, Sharon." The lash struck home, no longer cool to the touch, but sending a flash of warmth through my buttocks as it bit into my flesh. Then again, Sharon was wasting no time! Her mother's mouth was soft and warm on my hardness and soon I was trying to thrust my hips forward as the lash cracked home on my buttocks. After about a dozen strokes, I was managing to anticipate Sharon's blows and coincide them with my push forward into her mother's mouth. Then, of course, I started to feel the surge as my climax neared. Not aware of whether I was allowed to ejaculate or not, I called out a warning: "Oh fuck, Karen, I'm fucking close to coming, what can I do? Can I come, please, let me come!" But the 45-year-old pulled off me and patted my erection with the palm of her hand. "Sorry, sweetie," she said, smiling up at my arching body, as Sharon still burned the lash into my buttocks, "I'm only here in an advisory and supporting capacity. Fucking yes, but swallowing no. For an ejaculation, we'll have to change places." And then the busty brunette stood and indicated to her daughter that she should take her place on the ottoman. Sharon sat down and Karen was obviously inspecting my now-burning bottom. "He's pretty well striped here, darling," said Karen, "so I think I'll switch to the rubber flogger. It'll still sting him, but not mark him so much." Karen picked up the rubber flogger and let its lashes rub over my burnt buttocks. "When your lovely little lady starts her sucking, you call out 'Please begin, Karen', understood?" she told me. My young girlfriend's mouth sucked sweetly on my cock and I came out with the call for Karen to resume the flagellation of my buns. The rubber flogger was nowhere near as strict as the single-stranded lash and soon I had established a steady tempo of driving my prick into Sharon's mouth with each caress of the rubber. Inevitably, of course, my ejaculation again began surge through my loins and again I came out with my oral warning: "Sharon, I'm close, very close, can I please come, please?" The answer, as you would have expected was in the negative, as Sharon's mouth, like her mother's before her, disengaged from its erotic attention to my hard-on. "Oh God," I moaned, "I was so close." Sharon giggled: "But so far, darling." "Time to add some weight to the process," said Karen, and I knew what that meant – cock and ball torture, as if I hadn't been through enough, already! Karen then brought a red rubber parachute device from the equipment pile and opened it at is neck and snapped it over my scrotum. As the rubber grabbed my balls in its tight embrace, I felt a myriad of little pinpricks dig into my flesh there. From the bottom of the parachute hung two long, thin strands of twine. The end of one was tied by Karen around the big toe on my right foot, while Sharon similarly adjusted the other length around my other big toe. This served to intensely increase the pricking going on in my balls. Karen then fetched a tiny, eight-inch long strip of leather. "Let's see if he can come during the attentions of the penis whip, Sharon, shall we?" she asked her daughter. "Take his cock in your mouth, just go down to that nice thick ring," said Karen. "Then fellate him, up to his cock tip, then down to his ring, and so on, while I work on his shaft. I think he'll like it, don't you?" "I wouldn't bet on it, mom," Sharon laughed and then placed her beautiful cock-sucking mouth on the head of my erection. Standing close to myself and Sharon seated on the ottoman, Karen then cracked the short little penis punisher across my shaft as her daughter sucked on the top inch or so of my hard-on. "Ouch," I yelled. My cry, of course, fell on deaf ears – or, rather, uncaring ears. "Oh hush up, anyone would think I was hurting you," said Karen, aiming another blow at my cock shaft. "Errrgh," I grunted as the tiny little lash bit home. Then Sharon increased the pace of her fellatio. Karen, in turn, increased the tempo of her cock whipping and soon I was thrusting around, inflicting more pain on my balls through the fiendish red rubber parachute, as Karen tortured my cock. Suddenly I felt a sudden release, the pain was still there in my balls, the stinging on my cock shaft, but there was an irresistible flow from my agonised balls and a strong spurt of semen sped through my shaft and into Sharon's mouth. She sucked harder, I gave her another spurt, then another, and finally a weaker, almost non-existent dribble oozed from my cock and I was done. Karen straightened up and smiled sweetly at me. "There," she grinned, "who's a good boy, then?" And she placed a warm, tender, open-mouth kiss on my lips. I felt Sharon untying the cords that were attached to my toes, then removing the wicked rubber parachute. Karen, meanwhile, freed me from the yoke, then the spreader bar, before stepping into my arms and giving me an almost sisterly cuddle. She then kissed me, in a most unsisterly-like manner, and turned to Sharon. "God, I love these stormy afternoons," she told her. "They're just perfect for taking a slave down to the torture chamber and playing with him." "The games room, mom," said Sharon. "No, darl," said her mom. "I think you'll find it's the torture chamber from now on, eh, Kev?" My buttocks and back were burning, my balls were aching with the pain, but my cock was triumphant in its relief. "Yes, Sharon, I think your mom's right," I said. "I guess from now on it's the torture chamber." THE END.