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Mistress Meg

By: ro_star



Mistress Meg and her Pet will hopefully be ongoing characters; hence there is a lot of exposition in the beginning setting things up. This story features a dominant woman, a submissive man and some bisexual acts. If you prefer your male subs straight, this may not be the story for you. 

Mistress Meg

It's been 7 days, 4 hours and 52 minutes since I have cum, and believe me I am counting. I suppose I should explain something, I am a kept man. Don't get me wrong, I work full time and have my own money, but Mistress Meg invests it for me and I don't get a cent, not yet anyway. See I did something rash just under 8 days ago and now I am paying for it. As part of exploring my submissive side, I arranged for a meeting with Mistress Meg. Thinking I would be humiliated, fucked then allowed to cum, I was ill prepared for what happened. Somewhere in the midst of burning humiliation and desire, I had signed a contract to be Miss Meg's in house pet for a whole year. I live with her, obey her and in return she keeps me in luxurious surroundings. She takes all the money I earn and gives me a living allowance, which I must ask for her permission before spending any. The rest she invests for me. If I don't last the year, I forfeit my money she has saved away for me. See out my contract and I get all of it plus the extra her investments have earned me. So now Mistress Meg has the keys to my lifestyle, my money, my heart and my cock.

My cock is caged. A hot pink plastic cage now covers my cock and balls and only Mistress Meg has the key. She put it in me in a post cum haze just after I signed on the line. So now my cock constantly curves down and the brass lock gleams back at me every time I take a piss, reminding me that I am owned.

I walk to the car from work, wondering what Mistress Meg has planned for me tonight. I always have to head straight home from work, cook Mistress's dinner (I was an excellent chef long before my indentured life, now I work in wholesale catering sales to restaurants and cafes) and prepare myself for the evening. This involves an enema, a shower, shaving around my asshole and dressing in a black lacey g-string and apron. Once ready, I wait beside the front door on my knees for Mistress Meg to get home.

I wince as I walk, still getting use to the pacifier butt plug (guess why it's called that) I have to wear now for Mistress Meg. That was a new condition for today, and somewhat hard to sit down with. I got to my car and noticed an envelope on the front seat. I got inside and opened it. A small brass key fell out. My eyes widened as I read the note:

Pet, I expect you to prepare yourself in the usual fashion when you get home, however I require you to shave your cock and balls. You will need this key to complete your task. However, you will lock yourself away again when you have showered and return the key to me on my arrival home. Prepare dinner for three tonight, I am bringing home a friend. Mistress.

My cock lurched a little as I re-read the note. All the way home I was wondering about the mystery guest. I had lived with Mistress Meg just over a week now and she had never mentioned anyone else to me. 

I prepared myself as per Mistress's instructions taking extra care to be clean shaven. I locked myself back up, got dressed and put the finishing touches on dinner. I finished setting the table, with 3 settings, and went and knelt beside the door. I heard her walk up and put the key in the door. I looked to the floor and held my hand out with the shiny brass key in it. 

Mistress Meg walked through the door. "Good pet. I trust everything is in order." She took the key from my hand as I nodded, "Yes Mistress Meg. I have prepared myself as per your instructions. Dinner is ready to be served whenever you desire to eat." I stayed kneeling looking at the floor as a pair of shiny men's shoes came into my view. I blushed. Mistress's friend was a man. I wondered if he knew about me already or if Mistress was surprising him. 

"So this is your new Pet? Hope he lasts longer than the last one." I blushed. I guess that answered my questions. Mistress Meg clicked her fingers. This was her signal that it was ok for me to look up and look at her. She stated "Pet, while my guest is here you will call him Sir. Any instruction he gives to you is to be obeyed as if it was mine. Are we clear?" I nodded and replied "Yes Mistress Meg."

She smiled and turned to her guest "He will. He is a quick learner and has the heart of a true submissive". I wasn't sure exactly what the last bit meant but I blushed again anyway. Mistress Meg clicked her fingers twice; this was my signal to stand. I stood and looked at my feet again, unsure with the presence of her guest. "Pet, my guest wishes to freshen up, show him to the guest bathroom." 

I nodded and replied, "Yes Mistress. Please follow me Sir."

I walked through the house to the guests' bathroom, conscious that the small metal chain from the metal pacifier butt plug as swinging out from underneath my g-string for him to see. I opened the door for him and gestured "The guests bathroom Sir." He smirked and nodded at me. As he walked past me, he reached down and gave the chain a little tug. My cock twitched inside its cage. He washed his hands and walked over to me. I blushed as he took the front of my apron and used it to dry his hands. He lifted it up to reveal my hot pink cock cage. He whistled and laughed. "She has you good doesn't she boy." I swallowed and bowed my head. 

I wasn't sure how to answer him so I said "I adore Mistress Meg and will obey her every command."

He stepped back and said "kneel." My eyes widened a little as I knelt. He unzipped his pants and pulled free his cock. My eyes widened more. I had never seen another man's cock in the flesh. He took a hold of it and ran it over my lips. He looked at me, "lick it." I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his cock. It tasted salty and strange. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock between my lips. I nearly gagged as he fucked my face with force. He grimaced and said "Open your throat and make me cum boy." I sucked hard, trying to swallow him. His thrusts picked up speed as he yelled out "You boy has the makings of an excellent cock sucker."

Mistress Meg came into my vision as he gave one final thrust and came into my mouth. She pointed at me "Don't swallow." I nodded as best I could. "Pull out", Mistress Meg said as he thrust again. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and spurted ropes of white cum on my face.  "Show me Pet", Mistress said. I opened my mouth and showed her his cum on my tongue. "Excellent. You may now swallow." I swallowed his cum, feeling it ooze down my throat. "What do you say?" Mistress Meg nodded in his direction. "Thank you Sir for using my unworthy mouth." 

He laughed. "You sure you have only had him a week?" He offered me his cock to clean and I sucked his left over cum off until his cock was clean. He put his cock away and left the bathroom. Mistress clicked her fingers twice and I stood. "Time to serve dinner", she stated. I hesitated. "Yes Pet? A problem?"  I knew I was on dangerous ground. 

"Please Mistress, may I clean my face before dinner?" She smiled and shook her head. "It pleases me to see you this way Pet. It reminds me of how obedient you are." I bowed my head and blushed. "Thank you Mistress. I will leave Sir's cum on my face until I have your permission to clean it off." Mistress walked back to the Dining area leaving me to follow.

I went into the kitchen and finished the dinner preparations. I served Mistress Meg first, then Sir and took my place at the table, waiting for permission to start. Mistress nodded at me, a signal that I could eat. Dinner passed without incident. Mistress and Sir were discussing matters that did not pertain to me so I did not really listen. Mistress does not like it when I listen in.

When dinner was finished, Mistress Meg nodded at me, a signal that it was time for me to clean up. I took Mistress's plate away then went to get Sir's. He stopped me and looked at Mistress. "What's this?" he asked giving the small metal chain peeking out from under my g-string a tug. Mistress smiled and told him it was my pacifier. "Show him Pet", she ordered, patting the table next to her arm. I turned around and placed my foot on the table next to her and bent over slightly, my ass pointing towards Sir. I moved my g-string to one side and exposed my hole stuffed with its sterling silver butt plug. Sir whistled and gave the chain a sharp tug. The butt plug came loose and hit the table behind me. I burned with humiliation, knowing my dilated hole was right in his line of sight. 

"He must be getting used to it", Mistress commented as Sir picked up the plug by its chain. "Must be", he said as he rammed it back into my hole. I bit my lip, knowing any noise would be punished. Sir must have sensed my torment and took great delight in pulling it out and ramming it back in over and over until Mistress told him to stop. "We have a long night ahead of us; don't wear him out so early."She nodded and I fixed my g-string and continued cleaning up from dinner. 

When I had finished cleaning, I took off my apron, hung it up and went and kneeled beside Mistress Meg's arm chair in the lounge and waited. I was unsure of what was going to happen as this was the first time I had seem Mistress with company. I knew that I would be tested; in fact it had already begun. Whatever was going to happen, I knew I had to make Mistress Meg proud. My cock was rock hard and I longed to cum. I had to admit servicing Sir had been unexpectedly arousing.

Mistress Meg came into the lounge and smiled at me. "You have done well so far Pet." I glowed from her praise. She walked over and handed me one of her favourite toys, a dildo for me to strap on my face. I quickly strapped it on and lay on the floor. Mistress Meg was soon squatting over my face. Looking towards my feet she lowered her wet fragrant pussy onto the dildo. I lay perfectly still as she slowly rode up and down, her juices running over my chin. Mistress Meg pulled my legs back slowly and played with the plug in my ass as her weight moved up and down on the dildo. I felt the plug being slowly pulled out and stifled a groan. 

Cold liquid was squirted onto my hole as sometime larger pushed its way into my ass. My cock stiffened as I realized it was Sir pushing his cock into my ass. Mistress began riding my face dildo harder as I moaned excitedly. "His ass is virgin to cocks. Open him up", she yelled at Sir. He pulled back slightly and plunged into my ass. My cock surged in its confines as he rammed into my hole over and over. Mistress stiffened and moaned as she came all over my face. My head swam as my own hole was reamed by Sir's cock. Mistress slide off my face and lifted my head, undoing the face strap on as she watched my ass being violated over and over. She left the room as Sir pounded me. "Like that boy", he growled at me, twisting my nipple. "Yes Sir, I panted." I could feel my cock leaking, my balls churning. 

"Beg for it", Sir commanded. 

"Please Sir, please fill my ass with you cum. Use my ass to relieve your cock." I begged him, humiliated and excited at the same time. He tensed and twisted my nipples hard. My cock jumped violently as he unloaded what felt like buckets of cum into my abused asshole. Mistress came back into the room carrying a glass. Sir removed himself from my ass. "Kneel", Mistress Meg ordered. As I did, she pushed my knees apart slightly and held the glass against my ass, catching all of Sir's cum as it oozed out. Sir pushed his cock into my mouth and I cleaned it of his cum.

Mistress Meg took the glass away and pulled out a key. "Would you like to cum Pet?" I looked at her adoringly. "Please Mistress Meg, may this pet so unworthy of you cum?" Mistress Meg gave me the glass. "You know the only place your cum can go don't you Pet?" 

I nodded, "In my mouth". Mistress Meg undid my cock cage. My cock surges up my belly and stiffened as hard as lead. Mistress Meg flicked the end of my cock. "Make a cum cocktail for yourself". 

Mistress Meg picked up my metal pacifier dildo and slowly pushed it back into my ass. I nearly flinched as it was ice cold. She had obviously stuck into a glass of ice water. "Cum for me my Pet." With out me even touching my cock, it surged. I held the glass up as my cum shot out, mixing with Sir's cum already in there. Mistress fucked my ass with the still cold dildo until I my balls were empty. She handed me a wet towel and I wipe my cock clean. Mistress locked my cock back into its cage and slapped my ass hard. "Drink." 

I drained the glass of all of Sir's and my cum, licking my lips to ensure I got it all. She handed me the wet towel again, and I was finally able to wipe Sir's pre-dinner cum off my face. Mistress patted the mat beside her chair, and I knelt waiting further instructions. 

Mistress Meg looked at Sir and smiled. "So, are you ready for dessert?"



Hope you enjoyed installment one. Any feedback to help shape part 2 would be greatly appreciated.

Mistress Melanie's Face Slave



She didn't shave her pussy. She, however, kept it beautifully manicured. Better said, he kept it precisely trimmed and shaped. He did do daily as part of the bathing ritual she'd taught him. Following her bath he dried and fluffed her golden-brown public hair. Then with a fine, handmade bone comb and a small pair of grooming scissors he'd kneel between her legs in the bathroom before a floor to ceiling mirror (so she could watch him work) and carefully ensure every hair was even, boundaries were perfectly straight . He enjoyed the process and it often showed. Tonight his enjoyment in attending her was evidenced by a long, unbroken, clear string of pre-cum that ran from the slit at the tip of his erect penis to the white marble floor. She, too, was a little more excited than usual. He could see that her pussy was dripping wet despite his most recent attention with a terrycloth towel. Thick, clear fluid oozed from between her labia. Her clit was beginning to extend itself from beneath its hood. 

"Hunter, I'm horny tonight. I want to do something different with you. How long have you been attending me?" She reached out as she spoke to run her fingers through his gray-blonde brush cut. The caress was tender, a true caress.

He looked up into her face, knowing it would be okay. Experience had taught him he was allowed to look into her face when this kind of verbal exchange was in play. "About three months Mistress, three really special months. The best time of my life." Hunter meant every word of his short declaration. As he shared his inner feelings, his anal sphincter contracted around the circular rib of the butt-plug he'd worked into his own ass, at her command, well over an hour ago. 

"I think it is time we took you just a little further down the path of your servitude. You've taken such good care of my bush tonight; you've made me want to be real nasty. I want to be plain dirty. Cover my cunt-hole with your open mouth. I'm going to piss down your throat." With this command she brought her left hand to the back of his head and tucked his chin well below her patch, dragging his nose through the short-hairs he just created. Hunter was beyond objecting. His cock exuded an ever-thicker stream of pre-cum as it danced freely between his quivering legs. 

Melanie was giving soft-spoken directions. A new approach that excited him and generated anticipation of the first-time experience just beginning for him. "Now, Baby, push your tongue deep in my hole. But, keep it soft. Don't stab at me, swab my cunt." As she spoke, she held his head where she wanted it, applying just enough force for him to know he was in her control. She rotated her hips in undulating circles, working his tongue as much as he was.

"Now, withdraw your tongue from my canal, find my pee-hole. Stiffen your tongue, work the tip of your tongue into the hole. Find the right pressure. Feel my body respond. Connect with me and you'll know what's working. Work on Mama, Cunter. Make me pee." As he listen to her voice, he found a connection with her body, sensed the pleasure his tongue was creating in her urethra. He felt a pulsing begin at the tip of her tube. He knew he was meeting her needs as he heard her hoarsely grunt, "Motherfucker!" 

"Get ready you Fucker. I'm gon'na pee in your mouth. If you let a drop escape, you won't cum for a week. Understand? Don't stop drinking me." With a forward thrust of her hips, her hands pulled his head tight against her belly. She rolled her hips and he tasted the front-end of her golden stream. A strong, steady stream of pee beat against the back of his throat. The acrid taste worked for him. The thought of serving her worked more. He was enjoying the act and thought to grab his cock. It was as if she could read his mind.

"Don't you touch your cock. Serve me. Reach behind me. Spread my ass-cheeks with your left hand and work the tip of your right fuck-finger into my asshole. Don't go deep, spread my hole wide. Feel the next couple of squirts and rotate your finger in-between each squirt. You'll know what I mean." On cue, the steady stream of piss broke and he gulped to swallow and for air. He hands relaxed on the back of his head. Then they immediately tightened again.

"Now, make me feel good, Hunter. Right after I squirt. Roll your finger-tip in my ass slowly, Stretch my butt-hole." With that she let go a strong short burst of pee. As it subsided Hunter stabbed his tongue upward at her clit and rolled his middle finger in a manner that was nastier than he thought possible. Her rubbery asshole open and closed around his digit and it slid in deeper, well past the second knuckle. Mistress Melanie moaned, ""Oh yeah, I like that, again!" She passed another squirt of her golden fluid into her mouth. As it ended he worked the deeper magic of his finger in her asshole. She squirted six more times and by the sixth time, the two middle fingers of his right hand were buried deep in her ass, to the palm. She was grunting and pushing down on those fingers by deeply bending her knees. All the while she held tightly to the back of his head.

She came in an un-Mistress-like manner. "Baby, Nasty Mama's cumming. Let me lie down, but don't let your fingers leave my asshole." She rolled as she collapsed to the cold white marble floor, ending up on her belly with her impelled ass grinding up and down against his fingers. Melanie breathed in deep sighs as her orgasm subsided.

"Oh, Cunter, such a good job. Better than I expected from a novice. You deserve a reward. You may remove your fingers slowly and then jack-off into the open hole left behind. You can not penetrate me, but you can squirt as deep inside me as my open hole allows. Do you understand?" Hunter withdrew his fingers and was amazed by the opening left behind. He could see deep into her anal canal. He wanted to see his white cum in that pink hole.

"Yes, Mistress!" He was three excited strokes into complying and shooting copious white globs of his cum into her butt-hole as he spoke. It looked so nasty as he watch it drip into one of her holes rather than out. Another new experience.

"How does it look, my Face-Slave? Do you like looking at your Mistress's asshole. Did you like shooting your cum in it?"

His hand still pumping at his softening cock, he spoke in a husky voice. "Very much, Cum in your hole. Looks great."

"Good. Now suck your cum out of my ass. Show me you really will do what I want." Three months ago in a Portland bar his journey began. Tonight with pleasure it continued into new territory. He dropped his nose into the crack of her ass, made a circle of his lips, placed them around the open pucker rim and sucked hard. Her moan told him he was doing his job.



Mistress Melanie's Gay Bar Antics



The clothes pins on his nipples were killing him ... and he loved it. He'd come to learn, over about three months, that he was Mistress Melanie's Pain Slut. Often he wondered what it was he sought more: the pain; the humiliation; or Melanie's approval. She had the ability to expertly dole out a measure of each in a way that kept him coming back for more. Hell, she kept him running back for more. And, each day as his addiction for each of the three grew he ran to her faster than the day before. In the early days he wondered about himself, why she affected him as she did. But, that had long since stopped. Now he freely admitted to himself, if not to others in his life, that he lived to do her bidding.

In each of their encounters it seemed that her bidding became more and more painful, humiliating and, strangely, affectionate.

Just two nights before Melanie had called him at the hospital where he worked as the Vice President for Medical Affairs. His secretary, Kelly, had come to believe Mistress Melanie was a physician working in another hospital across town. Kelly believed that Dr. Melanie Harris was being recruited by Dr. Hunter Blane to head-up the Neurosciences Program. In fact, once she'd heard Hunter joking with Dr. Harris about her successful Pain Management Program. 

About thirty minutes before the call came in Kelly brought a small brown paper-wrapped package into his office. It had been delivered DHL with a bold "Courier Delivery" sticker on it. "Dr. Harris sent this over with a note saying that you should not open it until she calls. What's going on?"

Hunter's pulse immediately began to race and he experienced a solid, spontaneous erection as he glanced up from his paperwork, trying to act normal. "Who knows? Set it down next to the phone. I guess I'll find out when she calls." Apparently, he seemed composed enough because Kelly moved on.

"Dr. Shilling would like to see you at 5:00 pm after his last patient. Seems he's unhappy with the block time the OR Supervisor is giving him. He's never happy you know and doesn't really bring us patients. I don't know why you put up with him. Pain in the ass." Richard "Dick" Shilling really could be a pain in the ass and Hunter would have shared that the Dick was a tolerable enough pain considering his wife's father was contemplating an endowment to the hospital which would go a long way in the current campaign for a new Women's Center. But, and this is how weird his personal life was becoming, the combination of her comment about "pain in the ass" and the sight of the small package resting near the phone distracted him to the extent he could not engage in their usual banter. Hunter didn't speak; Kelly smiled and left the room. Hunter waited for the call. It came.

His direct line, most recently her line. "Hunter did you get my gift?" He reached for the box with his free hand. As he did, he paused in route long enough to punch the speakerphone button. He placed the handset in it's' cradle and completed the journey to the box with both hands. The ritual began, she spoke quietly and directly, "You may open the box and tell me what you find." He deftly unwrapped the package to reveal an elegant sterling silver box, four inches square and one inch deep. He spread the box open on its silver hinges and looked with to find a pair of delicate, black, sheer lace panties. He held them wide between the thumbs and forefingers of each hand. 

"Panties. Yours?"

"Of course. Smell them. Put your nose in the crotch and smell me. They are probably still a little damp from my cunt juice and pee dribble. Tell me." He did, they were, he inhaled, and he spoke.

"Wonderful."

"Wonderful?" She said nothing more but her tone spoke volumes.

"You smell wonderful Mistress Melanie." He pushed the crotch between his lips.

"Good Boy, now put them on."

"What?"

"Put them on. You are going to be a Sissy Boy tonight." Hunter looked over to the door separating his inner office from the outer office and reception area where Kelly sat. It was never locked and he never required that Kelly knock before entering when he was alone. While his panic grew he heard her speak again. "Now, Hunter. Take off that manly thousand dollar suit you are wearing, skim off your Calvin Klein's and put on my pretty lace panties. You want to, I know. Do it now." His eyes locked on the unlocked door and he reached for his belt as he toed-off his loafers. Racing he unzipped his fly and shimmied out of his trousers. He stood behind his desk in jacket, shirt, tie, white briefs and black over-the-calf Gold Toes hoping to God Kelly didn't barge in.

"Hunter, do you have them on?

Panic in his voice, "I'm putting them on now Mistress." He stuck his thumbs inside the elastic waistband and ripped his underwear down to his ankles and off in one movement. Record time to remove a pair of shorts. Just as quickly he drew her delicate panties up his legs, settling their elastic waist in the indentation left in his skin by his own shorts. As he was reaching for his trousers she spoke.

"Don't put your pants on yet. Walk over to that bookshelf with the smoked glass and take a look at your reflection. Tell me how you look." She'd been in his office before and knew that the bookshelf was twenty feet forward of his desk, half way to the door. He would be fully exposed if Kelly or anyone else walked in. She knew what she was doing. He sprinted to the bookshelf, stood before it just long enough to really see himself, and he raced back behind the shelter of his desk.

"Aside from the fact that my hard cock is about to rip the lace to shreds, they look pretty silly." Hunter tried to sound as masculine as possible. He was six-two, two hundred and thirteen pounds of fit man in a woman's panties. It didn't work to make him feel better. Actually he thought he looked they way she wanted him to look, strangely erotic. His cock throbbed as he spoke; it strained in a pleasurable way against the lace.

"Now put your pants on and meet me in your suit and panties at Murphy's on Pike Street at six o'clock sharp tonight. Don't take those panties off, I warn you." Melanie hung up as he was buckling his belt and slipping his loafers back on. Underwear to panties in less than five minutes. As he settled back in his chair to await Dr. Shilling, the "pain in the ass," he caught himself thinking that her panties didn't feel all that bad on his ass. He also thought "Murphy's isn't that a gay bar?" Throughout his meeting with Shilling he was more conscious of the feeling of the delicate lace on his unusually hard cock than he was on the rambling discussion of OR times. Shilling was smiling when he left the meeting and Hunter was unsure as to why.

Murphy's was, in fact, a gay-friendly establishment. But, as he pushed through the door he saw Melanie sitting at the bar with six muscled men in black clothes and leather listened intently to her. Navy blue, silk suit and concealed lace panties and all, he slid into the group.

"Hi Mel," he said looking into each of the faces around him before his gaze settled on her. He tried to adjust his stance in a manner that would tell these guys he was straight.

A tall thin biker-type in full leather chaps spoke quickly. "You mean Mistress Melanie don't you Sissy Boy?" Melanie raised an eyebrow, smiled as she tilted her head, and looked directly at him. His mind raced. What was he supposed to say, to admit to, in front of these guy? What did she expect of him? He vacillated between arousal, embarrassment and anger. Yet, the look on Melanie's face told him what his answer must be.

"Yes, she is Mistress Melanie." Hunter found he could no longer hold eye contact with these guys. His subordination to Melanie somehow effected subordination to them as well. They seemed to close in around him.

Mistress Melanie spoke, "I told my leather-man friends you were going to be my Sissy Boy tonight and they asked to watch. You don't mind, do you? I really hope not. Who knows what they might do to you if you reject them." Hunter looked around – below eye level – and any previous notion that gay guys were sissies left him. These guys looked tough. While that alone didn't sway him he got that pissing them off if he didn't really need to made no sense. And he intended to do what Melanie asked anyway.

"Whatever you wish Mistress." He hated that his cock grew hard at the mere expressing of his committing to her will. 

Melanie spun around in her seat. Hunter look down from her face as she fronted him to see she was dressed in a black leather skirt, a black leather vest, knee-high black boots, and a black leather bra none of which he'd seen before. Her naked, shaved pussy peeked from between her exposed thighs. She didn't mind a bit. She spread her thighs to the limits of the leather shirt. Wet lips parted and the pink gash winked at him. He wanted to plant his face in her crotch. He didn't care who was around, or did he? 

"Well, Sissy Boy, let's show these leather-men your panties, shall we? Take of all your clothes. I'll show you Mama's pussy and the boys will watch you. It'll be fun. For me." To emphasize her point Melanie reached with both hands to spread here cunt open. The deep hole inside pulsed open and closed. Her juices glistened in the bar light. He stripped without ceremony. As his bulging cock and lace panties came into view, Hunter heard a symphony of zippers play around him. If he could have taken his eyes off Mistress Melanie's cunt he'd have seen a circle of cocks around him.

"Oh Sissy Boy, you are so cute in my panties. I almost want you to fuck me – you wish – but I'll fuck myself instead." Three fingers of her right hand, cupped together, stabbed forcefully into the engorged cont. Blood-hot labia kissed the pumping fingers. "Pull your cock out of your panties, Hunter, and jack-off for us. Give us your jism." As Hunter began to pump his cock, several of the leather-men sought to match his rhythm on their own instruments. There in the middle of an early evening barroom, eight people were pounding away at their privates in public. Only Melanie could have people doing so at her direction. 

Hunter drew his palm forward and back in long slow strokes. At the end of his backstroke the heel of his right palm pounded his ball sack creating the appropriate ache in his nuts. When the palm retreated back to the head of his cock he rotated his wrist one hundred and eighty degrees around the crown. The ball sack hung over the top of the panties and it jiggled as Hunter enjoyed the feelings at the head of his cock. Her pussy-fuck was driving his crazy but he held his rhythm, not speeding up his stroke. He thought himself in control sexually for the first time in weeks. And then, she took it away. 

"Which one of you He-studs wants to finger-fuck his ass?" Mr. Six-Two with 22 inch biceps, slid up alongside Hunter without missing a stroke. 

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this Sissy Boy, and I won't be doing it with my finger Mel." Six-Two's left hand reached for the elastic waist band of Hunter's panties.

"Oh, no you won't Nick. This Boy belongs to me. I want you to work your middle finger into his asshole. You can hurt him a little but not too much. He's my Face Slave not a meat-bag. Use his asshole to give yourself some extra pleasure while you hand-fuck yourself. Be nasty with it." Hunter cringed in negative anticipation as Nick's palm slid over and down his ass cheek. The tip of a big middle-finger touched at the puckered ring of Hunter's asshole. He'd had a woman's finger up his ass before, Melanie's, and it was too bad to be honest. But what would this be like? He was about to find out. The connection of Nick to his ass made him more aware the hand to cock exchange occurring beside hi. Nick was clearly matching Hunter stroke-for-strike, movement-for-movement. Nick's finger slid inside Hunter's ass and it seemed in rhythm too. It felt as if Nick's left hand had found the rhythm as well. Hunter found himself pushing back hard on Nick's wiggling finger. 

But, it was all about Melanie. The motions of her fingers in her pussy were determining the pace of Hunter's strokes. His strokes set the pace for both of Nick's busy hands. Nick's eyes were closed, he was into himself. Melanie, it appears, knew what he was about. Hunter's concentration never left Melanie's busy hands. Melanie's fingers tilted upward inside to find her g-spot and they worked over that textured pad of inner skin. Mistress Melanie was working for a squirt. Hunter sensed her intensity building and he altered his stroke to match her rising orgasm. He felt the cum bubbling in his testicles. Nick caught the change in pace himself, and worked his left hand and middle-finger in wider circles. His right hand gripped his cock in a new fashion and he increased his stroke rate.

"Hunter, I'm going to fuck'in squirt. Get over here and suck my hole. Catch every drop of me. Stop jacking off and serve me." He dropped to his knees and moved both hands to encircle her leather draped ass cheeks. His freed cock continued to be stimulated by Nick's finger. Nick someone managed to drop to his knees alongside Hunter, maintaining the connection.

Melanie's hands pulled Hunter's face into her crotch and she shot a strong stream of her clear juice between his lips as he opened his mouth. "Oh, fuck! Take Mama's jizz, Hunter." Hunter's cock, dancing freely between his spread legs, threw stream of his cum between the rungs of the stool upon which Mel sat. Nick's finger tickled Hunter's prostate, causing the stream to continue seconds longer, increasing Hunter's and Melanie's pleasure. Just as Hunter was running out of air, Melanie released her grip and settled back on the stool. 

As Hunter pulled back from Mistress Melanie's dripping sex, he felt Nick's finger withdraw from his ass. Simultaneously he heard Nick moan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an explosion of semen fly through the air toward Melanie's feet. At the same time he felt globs of semen, flying from several directions, land on his lace-covered ass cheeks. He shuddered.

Melanie was up off the stool, smoothening out her leather shirt. "Well Hunter, you'll have to wash those panties when you get home. I can't wear them like that. You will now. " She moved toward the door, looking back over her shoulder. "Well Boys, hope you had fun. I sure did. Hunter, let's take Mama home." Hunter, pulling on his pants, followed.



Mistress Melissa Is Broken



QUICK NOTE: This is a fairly full on, extreme, kinky story about domination and humiliation. Really it could have been a few genres but I submitted it under fetish. It also has a watersports scene so be aware of that if that's something you don't like. Please take the time to vote and comment on the story when you have read it. Thanks.

For some years Mistress Melissa and Master Anton were noted as the prime proponents of domination and humiliation videos. They would film them dominating porn actresses, degrading them, fucking them and doing all sorts of perversions with them. They were the strongest films legally available and they quickly established a loyal and expanding fan base. Their business grew exponentially and soon the money was rolling in and there was always a willing slut with the amounts they paid to film their debasement.

But not everyone was aware that Melissa and Anton were partners, both in business and in love. Their shared love of sadism and domination drew them together and they immediately were attracted to the others power and kinkiness. And Mistress Melissa was definitely sadistic and kinky. It was no act for the camera. Originally from France and still retaining a definite trace of her European accent despite her years in the American porn industry, Melissa was a fetishists dream. She was statuesque at 5'9" and had a slim, almost angular body, with long, silky, dark hair that cascaded down her back and cruel, mocking, dark eyes. She loved what she did, how could she not love torturing and tormenting dumb American sluts on camera? And making big money from it. She especially relished that perfect moment when the dumb bitch realised that for all her claims that she could handle Mistress or Master's punishment, that they couldn't and their eyes appealed for mercy. That was Melissa's perfect moment and her next spank, or lash or whatever would be the hardest. She lived for reducing wannabes to floods of tears.

Master Anton was as cruel but was perhaps more business like in his ministrations. Knowing that he had to do what would draw the punters to buy the tape, whereas his partner seemed to settle for pleasuring herself first and hoping the viewers would like what she did. And they generally did. He was a big man, 6'2" and a muscular, tanned, hairy 250lbs and at 42 was a whole 13 years older than his partner.

But like most good things in the industry it did not last. Anton decided that Melissa was getting a little too over the top and some of the stuff she was doing was getting beyond what he could film and sell. She didn't take his thoughts well, no one told her what to do and it led to a huge blow up argument that finished their personal relationship for ever. It was nasty, real nasty, she was violent to him and he just took it, holding her off and trying to ignore her furious tirade of insults, some of which were too personal. Their business partnership did not last much longer, they tried as it was a good thing and each brought good things too it but within three months they split their business in two and set up their own separate companies and almost immediately were in direct competition in the same market place.

Melissa really should have cleaned up but despite her undoubted talent for dishing out the most imaginatively cruel punishment she had no head for business and was not the type to listen to anyone. Whereas before Master Anton had handled all the business and financial aspects of their business now she let them slide and despite impressive sales for the first year her company was making a total mess of her taxes and payments. Then she overstepped the mark while making a BDSM movie with a model, going too far and a lawsuit resulted due to Melissa breaking what she had agreed to do in the contract. After wasting a lot of money on lawyers bills she settled out of court, days later she was hit by a huge tax bill that she had no way of meeting and was faced with the very real prospect of going to jail due to her non-payment. Certainly the establishment would not be sorry, with the ultra conservative government in place, examples in the porn industry were being hounded and they didn't care how they nailed them just that they nailed them.

Put in clear, simple terms if she did not pay $50,000 back to the Inland Revenue Service within 30 days she was headed to the slammer and she knew once she was unable to work because she was in prison there would be no way for her to be able to make the money she needed to even consider paying them back.

Master Anton heard of his once partner, now fierce rivals plight and had no sympathy for her. He only felt contempt and hatred for the woman now. Still, the whole situation set his inventive mind turning and a mere three days before Mistress Melissa would have to pay the cash, and with only $20,000 cash to her name to offer, Master Anton made a visit to her, increasingly despondent and deserted (she had sold everything she could to attempt to raise cash) premises.

Seeing him standing in her foyer she was overcome with rage and confronted him immediately.

"What do you want you bastard? Come here to fucking gloat have you? Well you can fuck off! Go on fucking get out you cunt! Go back to that skank you've taken up with (Anton had soon teamed up with a new Mistress, Kelly who Melissa quickly came to hate with a deep passion)."

Anton smiled his infuriatingly patient smile at her and spoke evenly to her.

"I've come here to offer you the money you need to save your ass."

Whatever she had expected it had not been that and with the wind temporarily taken from her sails he pressed on.

"That's right Melissa, I know you're in a mess and I've come here to offer you a way of keeping yourself out of jail."

She eyed him suspiciously and spoke guardedly back.

"What do you mean? Why would you help me? Old times sake? I don't think so!"

"No, I want something from you all right. I want you to sign this contract. Here take it, read it. Basically, it's a contract that says you agree to make one hardcore BDSM movie for my company. No limits, as extreme as I want, what I say goes, I'm the director, you are nothing more than the submissive star to be broken. For that you get the sum of $30,000 immediately to pay your outstanding debt and save yourself from jail. The offer closes when I close the door on my way out of this office so what do you say?"

She looked at him incredulously. He couldn't be serious. But in her heart she knew that he undoubtedly was. She was such a proud dominant woman herself. No man had ever come close to dominating or bossing her, she was superior and let all men know it. The prospect of allowing her former partner, who she shared such a mutual hatred for, to dominate her willingly was totally unacceptable to her. No, she could not do this. But she could hardly afford to go to prison either. She watched unspeaking as Anton opened the silver briefcase he had brought with him to actually show her the cash in thick, crisp bundles. She picked up the contract and tried to concentrate on reading it but she couldn't and was hardly able to read the first few sentences before her eyes went back to the briefcase.

"But, I'm not a..."

"No buts Melissa. This is not negotiable. You sign up and become a submissive girly just like all those ones you have destroyed over all these years and let me do whatever I want with you."

She bit her lip and tried to think clearly, knowing that which ever option she chose she would regret for the rest of her life. She was out of ways to raise the cash she needed herself and knew this offer would be her only way to pay the bill. Prison scared her more than she would admit. She was so used to being strong and in control and didn't know how she would cope when that control was taken away from her. In the end it was that fear that made her sign the contract under Anton's mocking gaze. He gave her one copy then locked the case and took it with him.

"You'll get this at the end of tomorrow, we'll shoot the film then, be at my studio at 8am and you'd better be ready for the worst day in your miserable life bitch!"

For the first time in her life Mistress Melissa was genuinely worried about a man...

*

Melissa arrived at the studio at the prescribed time the next morning to be left waiting for ten minutes in the reception. She hated being kept waiting and normally would never stand for it but Anton was obviously doing it just to wind her up, another small example of her collapse of status. She had never been a patient woman and after the ten minutes she was standing in the foyer just about ready to explode, she was unconsciously tapping both her fingers and toes and was ready to snap at the first person she saw but she also knew that she couldn't. God it was so fucking frustrating!

Anton came sauntering down the hallway to greet her, his face a mask of joy and victory, especially when he saw the hard look of vicious anger that was painted across Melissa's face.

"You can take that look off your face bitch., if I want to make you wait then I will. I'm in charge today and we both know it so deal with it. Besides which if the worst that happens to you today is being made to wait a while then you'll be bloody lucky. Now follow me."

Damn, she hated to do what the smug bastard told her, she wished that there was some other way out of the mess she was in. She trailed him reluctantly into the bowels of the building and felt her stomach leap and turn at the thought of what she had signed up to. This was it, this would change her and they both knew it, it was bad enough but the fact it was him that would do it ate her up. She scowled at his back and right then if she had a knife she would have plunged it between his shoulder blades. They stopped outside a room and he showed her in, it was a tiny, cramped dressing room and as he turned on the overhead bulb he spoke dismissively to her.

"Get dressed in here Melissa, there's an outfit in the wardrobe we want you to wear, as soon as you're in it get across the corridor and we can start work. And don't stall I've got a tonne of stuff lined up, right!"

He left her alone in the room and, with her arms defensively crossed over her chest, she surveyed her surroundings. It was pretty bleak - a cold, empty room with just a wooden bench and a couple of clothes hooks, from one hung a large clothing hanger. She took off her raincoat and picked up the bundle to examine what he wanted her to wear for this. At first she was surprised when she saw it was a black PVC cat suit almost identical to the ones she wore in her own Dominatrix videos. Briefly, hope flickered in her hard heart, maybe, just maybe, he was going to let her talents loose in what she was good at -namely breaking young, dumb sluts on camera! She hurried out of her own clothes and dressed her stunning, slim figure in the tight cat suit and high heels provided for her and walked over to Anton's with a swagger that she barely felt.

That confidence disappeared almost as soon as she entered his set. There were only him (now changed into his trademark leather mask and chain vest) and his new love, the hated Mistress Kelly. Kelly was everything that Melissa despised, she was short, blonde, had massive breasts and was squeezed into an almost identical outfit to that which adorned Melissa. She also was staring at Melissa like a predator and meaningfully stroking her hand with a cruel looking riding crop.

As Melissa stepped into the room Anton approached and made sure once again she knew what was expected of her for her fee.

"Remember Melissa, you do everything I say, everything! To the absolute letter, whatever I instruct. That contract is watertight and if you fail to obey me even once then I will take great pleasure in ripping it up and not paying you a dime. Understand?"

Melissa nodded curtly and still glared daggers at the man.

"Good. Kelly? Get the cameramen in here and lets get started we got a whole lot of fun to have."

Two men appeared and began to film the scene as it unfolded before them. Both Anton and Kelly stood in front of Melissa and a stare down seemed to be in place. Anton broke it to turn to the camera nearest him.

"Good day ladies and gentlemen viewing this, wherever you may be. Today is indeed a very special day because the dumb fucking slut that we are going to dominate and degrade for your viewing pleasure should be very well known to you."

He stood back as the camera focussed on the entire length of Melissa's cat suit clad body.

"She needs no introduction as I'm sure you will all recognise her as the Queen of Cruel, Mistress Melissa! But tonight she is going to be taught a valuable lesson. Tonight you are not a Domme are you Mel? Tonight you are my bitch, tell the viewers, tell them what you are."

It took quite the effort for the proud, arrogant Dominatrix to face up to the camera, her two tormentors just in front of her and admit.

"I am Master Anton's bitch."

He smiled cruelly at her and took a firm grip of her raven hair, snarling at her.

"Yeah, you fucking are bitch! But you're also Mistress Kelly's bitch as well, right! Her word carries as much weight as mine now and you'd better obey her as well. Understand?"

God, it stuck in Melissa's throat to agree to this development, she knew she was twice the dominant that that stupid, fat, blonde bimbo was. She wanted to spit in their faces and tell them to go fuck themselves but staring into Anton's eyes she knew he would derive as much pleasure from ditching the contract and sending her on her path to jail. Stifling her anger she nodded curtly that she agreed. She wasn't expecting Kelly to slap her hard across her cheek and push her back.

"Well then slut, tell me you are my bitch as well. Come on tell me!"

Melissa held her cheek and stared daggers at the blonde but managed to say the words.

"Yes Mistress Kelly, I'm your bitch too."

"Damn right you are bitch. But I want to know why you are wearing a Mistresses outfit. A dumb slut like you doesn't get to wear anything far less something like that! So get it off, get naked for us."

To the watching viewer Kelly's voice would hold ill disguised danger and anger but Melissa was not unduly worried, Master Anton may be a different matter, she had seen him at work before but she held no concern for this stupid little novice. Still as she peeled off her shiny, tight cat suit she realised why they had made her wear it, so that symbolically she was submitting to them from her previous role as Dominatrix on all her previous films. It was a grim realisation for her. She finally stood before them naked and showing as much defiance as she could manage. Anton placed his powerful hands on her bare shoulders and pushed her to her knees before them.

"Pay proper homage to your new Mistress! Get on your knees and kiss her feet! Now!"

His voice was every bit as harsh and demanding as she had ever heard it and with one final, defiant glance at him she unwillingly lowered herself down and puckered up to kiss the tip of Kelly's pointed black, thigh high boots. She burned with shame at having done it and actually felt an ache go through her like she was losing something of herself by doing this. But she was committed now and she was realising there was no way back.

"What the fuck do you call that, bitch?" screeched Kelly in a voice that sounded dangerously out of control.

Melissa then felt Anton's powerful hands in her long, dark hair, pushing her head down into the boot again and him snarling at her.

"You should fucking know better Melissa, you've had it done to you enough times! Get fucking down there and kiss the whole fucking boot!"

He roughly shoved her head down into the foot and reluctantly she did as ordered, but that wasn't going to be enough for them, not by a long chalk.

"Yeah Anton, " barked Kelly, "But she's going to have to clean the whole thing, I want to see the dumb slut lick every inch, every fucking inch. Tell her to start on the soles, I was sure to wear them when I walked over this morning, you know when I came across the park next to my house, the one all the dog owners take their animals to first thing in the morning. God it's like a minefield crossing that!"

Kelly angled her boot up to give Melissa a perfect close up view of her sole and she was horrified to see that the blonde was not joking, it was a mess. As Melissa contemplated this degradation she was swiftly pulled from it.

"Not yet Mel, got something else for your dumb mouth to do before it gets messed up!" said Master Anton as he again gripped her long hair and jerked her head up to his crotch level. There she was greeted by his stiff, erect cock.

Melissa hated oral sex, it was an act that men did not deserve she felt and she was about to find out exactly how much she hated it! She could not prevent her mouth pursing open as he hauled her up and with little warning he jammed his cock into her surprised mouth. Kelly was not without something to do though as she came around behind the kneeling former Mistress and placed her hands on the back of her head and roughly rocked her head back and forward on Anton's cock.

Initially Melissa thought she would be able to handle it, she had seen and forced countless brainless American bimbos to do it in the past, and much harder than this. But the fact that Melissa had no experience taking cock in her mouth counted badly against her. She couldn't get her breathing right, she was gagging almost immediately and didn't know how to cope with Kelly's efforts behind on her head. Within a few more seconds she was retching and gagging and she felt her breakfast swiftly make it's way to the surface and she puked it up along the length of his cock and it dripped humiliatingly from her chin to the floor.

Anton and Kelly stood back and allowed Melissa to flop to her hands and knees and drool bile and spit as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Oh how they laughed as the toughest, nastiest bitch in video domination coughed and spluttered pathetically at their feet like a pathetic baby. Melissa could feel her eyes water and was determine not to cry on camera, not this soon into the shoot. But she couldn't help herself and when Kelly pulled her head back up and squeezed Melissa's mouth open for another face fucking, her involuntary tears mixed with her mascara to leave her face smeared and a mess as Anton again began to pump his dick ruthlessly into her gullet. Oh was he getting off with doing this to her, the perfect revenge, he couldn't wait to release this tape on the internet and sell it on his website.

He had initially intended to spray her face with his seed, enjoying it drip from her usually hard, emotionless features but he was too late and quickly found himself pumping his load of hot cum into Melissa's gasping, desperate mouth. He pulled out and dismissively slapped his softening, messy cock on her face and turned to Mistress Kelly and smiled.

"Make her lick your shoes now Kelly! Let's show this cunt where her rightful place is!"

The short blonde hooted and rolled the gagging, distracted Melissa onto her back and took great pleasure placing the soles of her shoes over Melissa's face.

"Lick it you dumb slut, you ain't no Dominatrix, your just another wannabe! Lick your Mistresses feet!"

There would be so many money shots on this day, so many moments that both Anton and Melissa's regular customers would remember and masturbate over for years to come but this will surely stand out as one of the best. As Kelly held her boot just centimetres from Melissa's face the brunette Mistress reacted from instinct and stretched out her tongue and began to lick the sole of her shoe and lick unenthusiastically at her high heel. Master Anton took a few moments to relish the sight then busied himself with his next task, that of retrieving assorted floggers and whips from a trunk to his left. Melissa lay there, her brain frazzled, doing what she was told and wondering just how in the hell she had been broken to this state quite so easily and just as she completed the unpalatable task she pulled her mind together enough to resolve to fight back harder against Anton and Kelly's tactics.




Mistress Melissa Is Broken



As Kelly finally pulled her boot away from Melissa's head Anton spoke directly to his former partner.

"We're going to whip you now Melissa. Show you what it's like to be on the receiving end. Give you the full treatment. And you deserve it don't you slut? You are our slave, our little submissive and as you know subs get beaten and put in their place. And we won't even have to restrain you will we? You are our bitch and we'll beat you like a bitch and you'll want it won't you/ Come on tell us that you want it?"

His tone was mocking and laughing at her and Melissa turned her defiant eyes up to him and in turn to the camera and spoke clearly, with real defiance and challenge in her voice.

"Yes. I want you to whip me you don't need to tie me up I won't need it."

Anton picked up his chosen paddle flogger and smirked at Kelly.

"What say you that we have a little challenge Mistress Kelly? Whoever can break our defiant little bitch here gets to fuck her ass, I know how badly you've been wanting to try out your new toy, well if you can make her to beg to stop then you can get to but if I can make her beg me to stop then I get to bang her ass instead. What do you say? You have a swipe then I do, see who wins?"

She nodded and picked up her perennial riding crop and took position behind Melissa, Anton was already there with his paddle and they shared a big, sloppy French kiss before proceeding. The irony of the blonde using the riding crop was not lost on Melissa as she stayed there on her hands and knees, her ass presented in the air waiting for the first strike, after all the riding crop was her favourite instrument to take to her series of submissives over the years and now here she was about to taste the sharp end of things herself.

She heard Kelly's arm sweep up then down and felt the sharp strike of the crop whipping precisely onto her left butt cheek. Melissa bit her lip, she would be damned before she gave these two bastards the satisfaction of seeing her beg for mercy on tape. Really, she was just being bloody minded and proud and stubborn and if she had wanted to end this particular moment all she had to do was beg them to stop but she determined not to do that. Then came Anton's first swipe to her right butt cheek with his hard paddle and other than a slight tremor through her body she did not register it.

"Come on bitch! Beg us to stop, that's all you have to do, beg for the cameras!"

She screwed her eyes shut and tried to take herself off to another place mentally but with each stroke she was reminded as the crop and the paddle continued their work on her ass. She was a tough girl, that's for sure and she took each blow with strength and determination, but when Kelly started to find her rhythm and range she was unerring. And after three swats with the crop that seemed to find the same line on Melissa's skin on each one and she had to squeal out her submission and to her eternal horror she begged the blonde Mistress to stop.

"Aaaargh! Stop, please stop. Pleaseeeee!"

To their word both dominants halted and it was Kelly that took Melissa's chin in her hand, spat on her face and wiped it somewhat, mixing the tears and cum and mascara of earlier and spoke condescendingly to her.

"I know how hard that must have been for you Melissa, to beg another Mistress for mercy, to admit that you are not hard enough to take my punishment. It must really break you up inside to submit to me, still at least now you have done it and accepted me as your new Mistress, by the time we are finished with you, you'll never feel able to dominate another woman in your life, you'll be nothing more than a pathetic submissive slut."

Her words chilled Melissa to the bone because for the first time she could imagine that happening. Had it been worth it? To give up all this to keep herself from jail? She was really starting to doubt her decision and regret signing that waterproof contract to allow Master Anton full reign over her. As she was left to consider her submission to Kelly, Anton left them to retrieve a large phallic object from his trunk of toys. He handed it to Kelly in full view of Melissa and it was all the brunette could do to prevent her eyes widening in terror. It was a strap on dildo he had handed her and was of a size and width that even such a well travelled and experienced Domme as Melissa had seldom laid eyes on. It was thick black plastic, pretty stiff and was at least 12" in length and three inches in width.

As Kelly strapped it on around her crotch she handled and stroked it expertly.

"What do you think Master Anton, should I use lube?"

"That's entirely up to you Mistress Kelly, do you think our dumb bitch has been good enough, does she deserve it?"

As this mock conversation took place Melissa had her eyes glued to the thick plastic dick and was positively worried about having that thing in her ass. Oh Jesus! She prayed they would use some lube.

"Well maybe she can earn the lube, eh? See if she deserves it."

"So Melissa, to earn that much needed lube (to emphasise that point he squeezed his hand down the length of the plastic dick, squeaking all the way), you're going to have to give me permission to do something I've always wanted to do to you."

Her mind spun, what was he talking about? She tried to think back to their time together and think if he had said anything that would let her know what he was on about but came up blank. Still the prospect of that huge thing around Kelly's waist going in her asshole without any lubrication was not one she was able to contemplate.

"What is it, Master? (god it turned her stomach to say that but she didn't want to antagonise him right now)".

"You'll find that out when I do it slut! But you need to remember that contract you signed, I can do literally whatever I want, you signed all complaints away on that contract and there were some real interesting clauses that covered specific things, this being one of them. So really you don't have much of a choice, so beg me for the lube and at least make that easier for you."

To her he was talking in riddles. And given all that she had already gone through she was in no state to try and make sense or figure out, she just looked up at him and told him what he wanted to hear.

"Just do what you want to, make sure that fucking thing is lubed though."

Anton smiled and while his partner in crime, Kelly, busied herself with slathering the dildo with some lubricating jelly, he dragged Melissa on her knees over to a low bench so that she could stay on them and still be bent over it. Whistling and obviously happy with his work he wasted no time in pulling Melissa's thin arms behind her back and snapping on a pair of stiff handcuffs to hold her there, he had a feeling that once he started she might not be so accommodating to whatever she had signed or agreed to. Once he had her positioned as he wanted he scooted our her arms and back so that he was sat upon them and Kelly came up behind her, her artificial cock sticking out obscenely in front of her whilst glistening under the bright studio lights. Melissa tried to look over her shoulders to figure out what the hell Anton was up to but could only see the blonde hand him a small black travel bag. What on earth did he have planned?

The thoughts were bluntly interrupted as Kelly rammed home the tip of her dildo inside Melissa's rarely breached asshole and began to bugger it with undue vigour. Then as she tried to again not let on how humiliating this treatment was and deal with the new sensations that were coursing through her she felt Anton's hands bunch her long, dark hair in his hand and gently play with it.

"You've always been so proud of your hair haven't you. Always looked so impressive as you towered over all those poor sluts that you've dominated over the years, this hair flowing like a Goddesses. Kind of like Samson from the Bible I always came to associate you with it, to think of you and your fine hair that you were so proud of."

As he spoke softly to her he played with her dark hair, running his hands through its length and smoothing it calmly all a marked contract to just inches behind him, where Kelly was grunting in most unladylike fashion as she thrust her fake dick deeper into Melissa's ass and was also measuring a hard slap to her ass cheeks. Melissa bit her lip again, desperate not to give them the sights and sounds of her being broken by her but she could not help but let a noise of concern escape her when she watched Anton pull from the small bag Kelly had handed him a shiny pair of silver scissors and an electric shaver. He held them up close in front of her eyes so the full enormity of what he was intending to do could sink in. He placed both instruments down on the high part of her back as she found her voice and began to plead with him. She never got the chance as the final item he removed from the little black bag was a bright orange ball gag that he wasted no timed slipping into her open mouth and then fastening it tightly behind her head, he would need to work around it but that was OK. He was already relishing the look on her helpless face as he shaved her completely bald!

Her eyes betrayed that she had finally guessed what Master Anton intended to do and they were wide, the ten inches or so of hard plastic that was being forced into her asshole and the hand sharply spanked it, temporarily forgotten for the moment. He seemed to take undue pleasure from fitting his fingers into the silver scissors finger guards and opening and closing them like a crocodile's mouth in front of her face. He was drawing it all out, relishing it and allowing Melissa to experience the full feeling of helplessness that she had so many times inflicted on other women. Yes, she was hardly recognisable as the harridan and dominatrix that had demolished so many submissives for the cameras in the past as her two tormentors did what they wanted with her sexy body. Even she was forced to consider how she could ever be the same again.

She turned her face into the bench on which she was laying, realising that she was helpless, there was nothing physically she could do to stop this and, indeed, by signing the contract and agreeing to his requested she had allowed it to occur. Her stifled sob only increased in volume as she felt Anton's hand gather up a long length of her hair, pull it somewhat tight and then felt the cold steel of the blades come together with a snap. From there things were pretty much a blur for Melissa she kept her head tucked down (other than when it was jolted up thanks to the fierce thrust from Kelly). The video tape shows it in crystal clear close up as Kelly continued to fuck her rivals ass with an exaggerated zeal and Master Anton snipped cleverly away at Melissa's luscious locks, holding handfuls of hair up and letting it drop and float down gloatingly in front of Melissa's eyes.

Before long Mistress Melissa was no longer herself, she was just another submissive slave girl, her image of icy superiority gone as she lay there being fucked and now with a scruffy, messy short hair cut. But she didn't have to worry about her short hair for long as at a signal from Anton saw Kelly pluck her dildo from Melissa's ass and scurry round to her face, unclip the gag and order her to suck it. Melissa was beaten now, her spirit broken and she had accepted the fate that she had agreed to. She offered no resistance or complaint as the plastic cock so recently in her asshole neared her, rather she just opened her mouth and took it in, aware of the blondes gloating above her.

"That's it bitch, taste your own ass, we own you now, you're nothing but a cunt now! Go on Anton shave the slut bald!"

Melissa felt her head lifted up slightly and was aware of a buzzing noise starting up right next to her ear, seconds later she felt the shaver being drawn across her scalp, creating a white line right along the centre of her dark hair. That didn't last long as Master Anton made easy work of taking it all off and leaving Melissa with a totally bald head.

Time seemed to stand still for Melissa as Kelly withdrew her newly cleaned dildo from her mouth and Anton unlocked the handcuffs and stood back, allowing the bald beauty to lay there for a few moments, before demanding that she stand up, walk the length of the studio and look at herself in the full length mirror positioned there. She did so without complaint, standing naked in front of it and taking in her stark reflection. There was no defiance or anger in her eyes now, no look of a Mistress now, just that of a sub. Master Anton came up behind her and placed his arms around her slim waist and nuzzled his head towards her neck, almost as a lover would.

"Perfect, wouldn't you say? Still we have one final addition that you are going to beg us for."

He held up a square of material as he explained.

"This is a Henna tattoo. It reads "MASTER ANTON & MISTRESS KELLY'S BITCH". You are going to beg us to brand you with it on your back. Ah, ah! Don't fight it bitch, it's another thing in the contract you signed, plus this is only going to last three or four months and think of all the cash you're getting for it! Think of staying out of jail. It's a good deal slut!"

There was no fire in her belly when she turned to nod her pitiable acceptance and obeyed as Kelly ordered her over to her and passed her into her charge. The blonde took great delight applying the inked material to her brunette rival's pristine, creamy back. The dark ink stood out brilliantly against Melissa's skin and the camera zoomed in to focus on it and hold the stark image on screen. She just knelt there her head bowed as her Master and Mistress for the day laughed at how the 'mighty Mistress Melissa' had been so thoroughly humbled. But it was not over yet, not by a long shot. 

Master Anton placed a thick, black leather choker collar around Melissa's slim, elegant neck. Melissa closed her eyes as the clasp was fastened at the back of her neck, she had collared enough sluts on screen to know the symbolism of her being collared by a man on video. If there was any doubt in her mind as to whether she would be able to continue as a dominatrix it was gone now, how could her audience take her seriously now, having been so completely humiliated.

They ordered Melissa over to the far side of the studio where they each took one of her arms and attached it to leather manacles on chains that hung from the ceiling, they then turned handles to lift her arms high above her so that she was facing the room. Kelly ran her hand over Melissa's beautifully smooth scalp and smiled as she attached a couple of small, gold crocodile clips onto her sensitive nipples a chain connecting them. Kelly moved towards her face and shaped as if to kiss her but at the last moment turned it into a spit right in her face.

"We'll give you a small rest bitch, put on a little show to entertain you, maybe."

Melissa had zoned herself somewhat out to the domination session she had agreed to endure for her freedom and all that cash but when the studio door opened up and five men entered her eyes widened and she was forced to start paying more attention. What the fuck were these to up to now?

The five men were quite the sight. One was in his sixties and wearing what looked like a diaper and pacifier and nothing else, another was over 300 lbs and stark naked, another was a thin weasel of a man, another was in a gimp mask and costume and the last was another porker with leather chaps. At a crack of Mistress Kelly's whip they all fell, obediently into line. That they were a pathetic group of male submissives was immediately apparent to Melissa (though she had a reputation of not dealing with men, only serving to break in females). The blonde Dominatrix spoke sharply to them and had them worshipping her body immediately, her demonstration showing that the were totally under her control.

"Look at them slut! Look at these five worms! Are they not absolutely pathetic? Are they not the lowest of the low, the absolute fucking weakest examples of humankind you have ever witnessed. It must offend your dominant sensibilities to even be in the very presence of these wimps. I know you have no interest in men since Master Anton discarded you (at that Melissa at last showed some anger back in her eyes). I know that you see them as not even worthy of domination But not me, I have long enjoyed the pleasures of dominating and humiliating weak willed men."

Kelly gave Melissa's chain between her nipples a sharp tweak then moved over to the men as they kneeled in a semi-circle before her.

"These scum are so pathetic they would do whatever I demanded of them, if I ordered them to all suck each others cocks they would do it unquestioningly such is their obedience But that's not what I'm going to instruct them to do, no, today I am going to instruct them to show my newest bitch exactly how pathetic she really is."

Melissa had no clue what that meant and was worried initially that she might have to be fucked by this disparate collection of gimps and freaks but was not given time to contemplate it as Master Anton had positioned himself now behind his hanging slave and with a thin bamboo cane delivered a stroke to her ass. As he readied a second shot he shouted across at Mistress Kelly.

"Get the saps ready Mistress Kelly I'll just remind this slut who her Master is."

This time Melissa had no defences to block out her domination and each stroke with his cane brought a sigh or a moan and to her horror she realised that on some sub-conscious plane her body was accepting the pain and being pleasured by it. She wanted to screw her eyes shut but could not take them off the scene was unfolding before her as Mistress Kelly demanded that the five men stripped naked for her. They acquiesced immediately and in no time at all the perverts five were stark naked still in their semi-circle. She ordered them to get themselves stiff, which was an unusual command given what she usually did to them.

Master Anton halted his caning to release Melissa's arms (leaving the clips still tightly squeezing her sensitive nipples) and affixed a dog leash to the collar and walked his bald bitch to the group of male submissives on her hands and knees. As the men stood there the two dominants pushed the men in until their crotches were crowded around Melissa's head and then ordered them to cum on her head. Melissa closed her eyes but was sharply ordered to keep them open to get a close up view of this and the camera squeezed in to capture the scene perfectly.

They were rarely given leave to climax on their own accord and so it was not long until the first of them started splashing a thick load of cum all over Melissa's face and bald head. That first load seemed to set the rest off and it was barely five minutes later that all five were stepping back to reveal the full picture of what they had done. Melissa's features were coated in thick cum, it dripped from her chin onto her boobs, her red lips were plastered in it, a globule blocked a nostril, both her eye lashes were connected with white strands and her bald head was splattered in trails and blobs of cum. It was a sight that Anton and Kelly revelled in describing, both for the audience and Melissa herself.

The five men were ushered from the room as the camera remained focussed on Melissa and the mess all over her face and head. As the men left they were passed by a line of young women who were immediately recognisable as glamour girl wannabes and as Anton took pleasure informing the viewing public, a selection of girls that had suffered at Mistress Melissa's hands on tape for her domination films. He had gone to great lengths to contact them and get as many as could be persuaded and paid enough to turn up for this, the coup the grace of his own film. Each one had suffered at Melissa's cruel demands and devices in an attempt to break into the world of pornography, few had made it and some after that first experience had not been heard from since. All eleven stood in a line regarding the woman who had tormented them so much now reduced to a snivelling, pathetic, cum covered, bald, tattooed slave. They shared very little sympathy with her plight. Indeed they had gone through plenty when she had the whip hand (so to speak) and it was gratifying to see the bitch that had so enjoyed her efforts like this.




Mistress Melissa Is Broken



Master Anton and Mistress Kelly introduced and announced them each in turn, the camera concentrating on Melissa to catch any reaction, when she heard who they were they got a small shiver from her, the result of a realisation of being surrounded by girls she had treated with such disdain in the past.. He had them line up and ordered Melissa to crawl over to the first of them and told her to kiss each of their shoes submissively. When she had woken that morning such a thought would have been impossible and she could never have done it. But now she blinked some of the cum away and scrambled over to the first girl and obediently kissed her shoe before passing on down the line. Each of the girls smiled at her transformation.

"But this is about more than toe kissing bitch!" announced Mistress Kelly as Melissa reached the last set of feet.

She threw a shallow but wide orange bowl next to Melissa and pointed to the first girl.

"You know what to do."

The girl smirked at Melissa and walked to the bowl, pulled up her short skirt to reveal she had no panties on and proceeded to piss into the bucket. Melissa watched in awe and fear as one by one the girls followed her lead and relieved themselves in the bowl until it was fairly filled with their combined yellow liquid.

Mistress Kelly stood imperiously over the bowl and fairly crowed to her rival.

"It's time to wash all that cum from your face slave. Crawl over here!"

Reluctantly but obediently Melissa crawled over until her head was just over the rim of the bowl. She looked up into the cold eyes of the blonde and could see that there was no let up or mercy to be found there. The Mistress pointed at the viscous liquid and ordered her slave to plunged her bald head into it, the act of doing it herself as important as anything in this scene. The ex-Mistress contemplated what she was doing for a moment then dipped her head until her face touched the warm piss and ploughed on, submerging her head in the urine. At an order from Kelly she washed her face and head in the piss and came up dripping and looking at her Mistress, who wasted no time passing her a beer glass.

"Drink!" was the simple instruction.

Kelly dipped the glass carefully in the bowl, making sure her skin never once contacted the liquid as it filled up the glass. She handed it to Melissa and without telling her Melissa knew what was expected of her. She was resigned to it and was doing whatever was necessary to get this over with and lifted the glass to her lips. She paused for just one moment before tipping tilting the glass and drinking the foul load in one large swallow. It was obviously distasteful and she made a sour face as she gulped it down, knowing that any complaint would be a total waste of time and energy. All around her the girls smiled at her being made to do this, this was indeed a suitable revenge for them. When she lowered the emptied glass she was met with the sight of Kelly carefully lifting the full bowl up and holding it over her for a moment before tipping it over and pouring it's entire yellow contents over her. By the time the last of the piss had washed over her she was shiny and coated and the thick aroma seemed to have invaded her nostrils.

That was the image that the film ended with, a fitting tribute to the former Mistress.

With the film in the can, Anton and Kelly spared no time ushering Melissa out of the studio and into the small dressing room. It was left to Anton to give her the cash in the briefcase as agreed and leave her with these words.

"Well done Melissa, I always did know you would make a terrific sub, really terrific, worth every penny. I'd imagine there'll be another tax bill along before long so you know where to come if you need the cash, only of course, the money will have to be a lot less, after all it's no longer a new thing, plus we'll have to be a bit more extreme."

More extreme! More extreme! Her mind raced, how could they be more extreme than what they had done with her? Shaved totally bald, whipped, tattooed, flogged and broken to a submissive bitch, how could they do more than that? And yet as much as the prospect turned her stomach, she also knew that with her need for cash still there then it was a distinct possibility. Worse, she knew now she could do it. Anton saw all that in her looks and smiled.

"Hurry up and get out bitch, oh and by the way the shower doesn't work!"



Mistress Melody Visits



Today is the day that Melody arrives. We have been talking over the phone for a while now before we arranged a meeting. I have cleaned the house from top to bottom. I have scented candles and I also got a dozen roses and sprinkled the petals from the front door to the bedroom. I leave the house and head for the airport. A nice black limo will be meeting me there and take us on a tour of the town before heading home. 

At the airport I wait for her to arrive. I see her coming down the ramp and she is beautiful. Her ebony skin shines and her tits sway as she walks. She sees me and runs to me and we hug and kiss for the first time. Her lips are so soft and taste so good. I can't resist letting one hand slide down to her butt to confirm that she really isn't wearing any panties. She isn't. The red dress she is wearing makes her look very sexy and I lead her to the waiting limo. 

As the limo takes us on a tour of the town we celebrate our meeting with a glass of fine champagne. After the tour the limo drops us off at my place and I lead my beautiful mistress into my home. 

Melody loves the rose petals and follows them into the bedroom. I follow her watching her fine brown body. We start to kiss and undress and when I take my pants off she sees my sexy black satin and lace panties. 

"What are those?" she asks, "Are you some panty wearing sissy?"

I hang my head and she knows she has me. Immediately her tone becomes harder and demanding. "So you are a little sissy aren't you? And I thought you were going to be a manly lover for me. But all you turn out to be is a panty wearing little sissy boy." 

Melody walks towards me and pulls down my panties exposing my tiny little cock. "You thought you could satisfy me with that? she asks. "You have to be joking. I couldn't even have a tiny little orgasm with something like that. All your going to be good for is using your tongue on my sweet pussy or maybe getting a real man hard enough to fuck me like I deserve." 

My face had turned red but I was so excited hearing her words, It was like a dream come true for me to be dominated in this way. Melody opened her bags and took out ropes, whips, handcuffs and other items that made my eyes pop out of my head. She then changed into a very sexy dom outfit and then ripped my panties all the way off and tied me face down to the bed. She then took a paddle and spanked my ass alternating from one cheek to the other and stopping after every 10 swats or so to rub my ass. My ass had turned bright red by this point and I was squirming uncontrollably but I could not escape due to the ropes tying me to the bed. Melody kept up her verbal humiliation of me while still spanking me, telling me how I was going to be her little slave and that I would serve her every need. My little cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking pre-cum all over the bed. 

Mistress Melody then said it was time she had some fun. She untied me and retied me face up on the bed. She then took off the sexy leather panties that she had put on earlier and straddled my face and proceeded to have me lick her to orgasm after orgasm. I was turned on beyond belief but she would not touch me or let me touch myself. After she was satisfied she moved down and slid her hot wet snatch over my dick. I was so turned on that was all it took to explode into her pussy. She again told me how worthless I was to satisfy a real woman and that now I would have to clean her up. She moved back up to my face again and planted her dripping wet cum filled pussy over my face and made me lick up all my cum from her twat. She even forced as much out of it onto my face and into my awaiting mouth as she could. I was in heaven at this point. 

It was then that she decided that I needed to taste her ass. She turned around and put her asshole right on my face and made me lick her ass all over and push my tongue as far as I could get it up into her ass. 

It was then that she pulled a huge strap-on dildo from her bag and said that I was going to be her total bitch. She had me get in a doggy style position and then rammed the strap-on up my ass and fucked me for what seemed like hours. The dildo was stimulating my prostate and it was not long before my little clit exploded again without even being touched. Mistress Melody made me clean up all the mess from the bed with my tongue. 

Mistress Melody then asked me where she could get a real stud to fuck her the way she deserved and I led her to my computer, showed her Craig's list and said she would have no trouble finding someone to come over and take care of her. She then informed me that I would be required to help out getting him hard and then clean her up when he finished cuming in her ass and pussy. I again hung my head in shame but my little dick was as hard as ever, betraying my actual excitement at the thought of what was to come. As far as I was concerned Mistress Melody could come over anytime she wanted.



Mistress Melody's Wanton Evening



Mistress Melody had become my mistress recently and I was very deeply in love with her. Melody is not that tall but is a very sexy black woman with long braided hair. Her dominant personality was over six foot tall though. 

I was a transvestite submissive sissy and I was her total slave. We both knew my little 4 inch dick would never satisfy her so she had an assortment of shemale and male lovers. But I alone lived with her full time. I did her laundry, cooked for her, shopped for her, picked up her dry cleaning, bathed and shaved her. Basically anything she wanted, I did. She loved to humiliate me verbally and tell me how pathetic of a man I was. I loved every minute of it. I knew I was a sissy transvestite and I was very proud of it. Mistress Melody loved to spank my butt till it was so red I could not sit down for hours. I loved that as well. Melody had two shemale part time slaves that she would have come over when she was so inclined. 

One was Sally, a 5'8" tranny with 36D titties and beautiful 8 inch dick that worked perfectly. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The Other was Joanna a 5"10" shemale with 34C tits and a fully functional 6 inch dick. 

Melody loved to have them fuck her till they came in her pussy and then have me clean their cocks and her pussy after they came inside her. Once they got hard again by me sucking their cocks, Melody would have them both fuck me. One cock in my mouth and one in my ass till they came again. Usually at some point during this I would cum as well without even touching my little tiny clit. Melody would then make me swallow the cum from the shemale who was in my mouth and then clean the cock of the one who fucked me. I would then have to clean and eat the cum from my own ass and lick up my cum from where ever my little dick had squirted as well. I loved to eat cum, so this was always a special time for me to get so much of it in one setting. 

This Saturday evening had started out pretty normal with Melody having the shemales over for a wild evening of sex. It had just gotten to the part where both of the shemales were fucking the hell out of me and Melody was laying on the couch watching while playing with her pussy. Then we heard a knock at the door. Melody told who ever it was to come in. 

It was then that I met Steve. Steve was a former lover of Melody's when she worked at the strip clubs in her younger days. She had told me all about him and about every other lover she had ever had since she lost her virginity at the age of 20 to an older man. Not that she was shy or anything. She had been quite sexually active since she was about 14 orally and anally. But it wasn't until she met the right guy that she gave away the sweet prize of her precious pussy. Talk about a lucky guy. Anyway Steve had been a DJ at a club where Melody worked and she had the hots for him. He was tall, well built, with brownish blonde hair, blue eyes and about 180 pounds. She had sex with him for the first time in the DJ booth by going down on him while he worked. Her current boyfriend was more interested in getting his degree than in satisfying Melody's sexual desires. He told her she could have a lover to take care of her needs and Melody quickly began her conquest of Steve. Once she got him into bed she found out that she had made a really good choice. Melody had a very high sex drive like me. And with Steve she found out that she had a lover who could satisfy her. He would cum in her and never miss a beat. His seven inch dick would never go soft and he would fuck her from one orgasm to another while still cumming himself again and again thru the night. Melody was in heaven and she was very heartbroken when Steve moved away. Of all the lovers she'd had over the years she looked back on him most fondly. 

While I had nowhere near the dick prowess of Steve I was good at licking pussy and Melody loved having her pussy licked too. I would lick her for hours bringing her from one orgasm to the next and then clean her up and put her to bed when she'd had enough for the night. 

But evidently Melody had found Steve again because here he was. The light in Melody's eyes when she saw him almost made me jealous but I knew that once I saw him fucking her and how good it made her feel that I could never hold that against her since I was not able to satisfy her in that way. Steve also looked at Melody with a special light in his eyes and they both met in the middle of the room and started kissing passionately. Steve clothes started flying off and he still looked as good today as he had been described to me by Melody from years ago. His dick was rock hard by the time his underwear came off and I felt my mouth water at the thought that I might get to lick it clean for him later. I loved having hard dicks in my mouth and his looked really hot. 

Melody laid back on the couch and Steve got on top of her kissing and sucking her titties while his cock slid into her dripping wet snatch. I could hear the gooshy sounds of their sex while I was still enjoying a shemale cock in my ass and mouth. 

Watching Steve's tight butt go up and down while his rock hard cock slid effortlessly into Mistress Melody's tight sexy pussy was getting my cock rock hard as well. I reached down and started playing with it only to have it shoot a hot load right into my hand. I took the beautiful shemale cock out of my mouth long enough to lick my hand clean and then started sucking Joanna's cock in front of me with a vengeance. 

I could feel Sally behind me start to grab my hips and fuck me harder and harder as she started to cum in my ass. She pulled out and squirted her last drops on my back. Seeing that, Joanna started filling my mouth with sweet cum also. I gulped it down and then I heard Melody start to orgasm and we all just sat back in awe as we watched Steve fuck Melody like I had never seen anyone get fucked before. I was slowly rubbing my hands over Sally's and Joanna's cocks cleaning them up and licking their cum off my hands. 

Steve started to really fuck Melody fast and soon was shooting a huge load in her pussy. I could see the cum oozing out of her pussy and running down her ass. I crawled on my hand and knees to her and scooped up handfuls of Steve's cum from her ass and licked it up. With my other hand I played with Steve's big manly balls. Steve had never even slowed down when he came and Melody was already starting to cum again herself. By the time Melody was on her third orgasm with Steve, he was on his second cum. I had never seen anything like this. Melody was yelling at him to fuck her ass. Steve pulled his hard dick out of her pussy and cum flowed out of it. I quickly put my mouth on her pussy and licked up as much as I could get before Steve flipped Melody over and used some of his cum from her pussy to lube up her ass. His cock was still dripping and he gently slid it into her sweet little asshole. He started fucking her gently and lovingly up her ass and Melody was in heaven again. 

I crawled between Steve's legs and started to finish cleaning the cum out of Melody's pussy. She could feel my tongue on her cunt and would bear down to shove Steve's cum out of herself into my waiting mouth. After getting as much of his cum out of her pussy as I could, I then took turns licking Melody's clit and sucking on Steve's balls. It wasn't long before Steve unloaded another huge load of cum in Melody's ass. Melody then sat on my face and shoved his cum out of her ass right into my mouth. I had never had this much cum to eat in one evening before in my life. I was in heaven again and my little clit was rock hard. Joanna came over and sat on my little clit and slid it up her ass. She bounced around on my little clit till I shot a load of cum up her ass. She then asked Melody if she could have me eat my cum out of her ass. Melody said that was fine with her. What else was I good for but to eat cum. Joanna then sat on my face and shoved my cum out of her ass into my waiting mouth. I cleaned up Joanna's hot sexy ass with my tongue and swallowed all of my cum as well. 

Both of the shemales were now wanting some of Steve and his never ending hard on. Melody told him to try them out if he wanted. Steve thought they were both quite sexy and started fucking one and then the other. I lay between my Mistress's legs and licked her pussy till she came again and again. The evening seemed to never end as Steve fucked Melody and the shemales all night. When Sally and Joanna got hard I would be the one to make them cum with my ass, mouth or hands. Any time Steve came in anyone I was there to lick up the sweet gooey mess. 

Needless to say, Steve will probably be coming over a lot to make my Mistress happy and I think I am going to enjoy it as well.