0 comments/ 25501 views/ 5 favorites Under Orders By: msinarastark Chapter One: Ms. Stark Will See You Now You look one more time at the email on your phone, reading the message yet again. "Come to 27 Seaview, Suite C at 8:30 sharp. Business attire. Bring a copy of your resume and references." Well, suite C, here you are. A pretty woman at the reception desk asks you to have a seat in the lobby as she calls Ms. Stark. Her desk has a name plate, Ms. Elise. You make a mental note to greet her by name when you have a chance. She has warm, café au lait skin with a splash of freckles across her face, and a beautiful mass of curly dark hair pulled into a loose braid. She also has, you can't help but notice, a generous amount of cleavage showing from under her bright white blouse. You start playing absent-mindedly with your tie, shifting in your chair, chiding yourself for lack of control. Ms. Elise, still on the phone, looks up and smiles at you with her soft pink lips. You self consciously stop moving. You've waited weeks for this interview. You're kind of nervous. This job is an important one, and you'll do anything to get it. You look again at the name on the door. Silver letters: Ms. Inara Stark, founder, Crescent Publishing. Unusual name. She'll be your direct supervisor. She described herself as patient and fair, but really hands-on. That could be good. When you're new, you need a little direction, a little guidance. How much time went by? You want to look at your watch, but you don't want to seem impatient. You imagine Ms. Stark disapproving. What does she look like? You realize now you've never even talked to her on the phone, just arranged everything by email. While you wait, you look around the reception area. It is tastefully decorated and gives you a few clues about the woman who is going to be directly over you. It's different than other offices you've been in. The walls are a dark lavender, and there are actual curtains on the windows. Deep plum colored curtains. Someone even thought to put shades over the typical industrial fluorescent lights - or replace them. What little artificial light there was in the lobby was filtered through golden mica shades. Ms Stark does not have cheap tastes. The couch you're sitting on, it's real leather. Deep burgundy - feels like money. As you wait, you notice more and more details. The room is slightly warm, and smells faintly of rich, spicy perfume. Or incense. This is not the sort of place for reports, audits, and pie charts. What kind of business does Stark run here? "Hello?" Ms. Elise calls to you, "Ms. Stark will see you now." She gets up from her chair and walks to the office door to let you into the inner sanctum. Your eyes follow her legs, widening as you realize she's wearing seamed stockings and a very snug skirt. Yes, it was pretty warm in here. You can't help yourself - you find yourself wondering what she is wearing at the top of those stockings. You notice just the first faint tingling of arousal and feel incredibly embarrassed. You're about to meet Ms. Stark and you're eyeing her assistant's legs? What the hell is wrong with you? Oh god, what if you start to get hard? You degenerate, you think. What are you, some horny frat boy? You swallow hard and try to tell yourself to get a grip. She leaves you alone in the office - at least you think you're alone. You look around, expecting a desk and all the usual machinery of a business. That is not what you see. There are arm chairs, carpets, more antique-looking lamps. Bookcases. You see a few titles - Golden Mysteries: Erotic Representation in Ancient Rome, and Kink, BC: Bondage in the Prehistoric World. "Like what you see?" A voice like the caress of a silk glove touches you. You turn around and see her on the sofa, tablet in one hand, black cigarette in another. You take a deep breath and stammer a hello to the woman you want to be working for more than anything. Ms. Stark is luxurious, long-legged and voluptuous, like an old painting. She has pale creamy skin, a flawless complexion unburdened by heavy makeup. Her lips, though, are painted a deep maroon, curved in a smile. Her eyes are deep green, holding you still, looking over lowered glasses. Her hair is a deep, deep shade of burgundy, cut close and styled perfectly. She is complete and self-possessed, leaning back slightly. She puts her tablet down on the coffee table in front of her and spreads her arms over the back of the sofa, letting you take her in. This is the woman you've been looking for. This is the powerhouse behind Crescent Publishing. Her legs are crossed, which has opened the slit on her black skirt that reveals the edge of a black garter, and the tiny swell of generous flesh pinched slightly by elastic. Her shoes are black, high heels, a strap on each directing the eye to the curve from shin to instep on each foot. Your eyes travel up, around the curve of her hips, to her silk blouse, several buttons open to reveal soft, creamy cleavage. The silk fabric shines in the lamplight, clearly showing the straps and lace on her bra underneath, and each perky nipple. You're not sure you can hide your distraction any more, but you'll try. "Hello, I'm Ms. Stark. It's nice to meet you..." She holds out a hand for you to shake, never leaving her seat. "Come here, sit beside me, and I'll go over the details for you. You know, we were very interested in your resume. Your qualifications would make you a really good fit. We're a small operation. My assistant and I work so closely together. But profits were so good this year, we decided we needed a man around the house, so to speak..." You nod along as she talks, slowly growing intoxicated at her voice and her perfume. As beautiful as she is, her voice is what gets you. Soon, you are hanging on her every word. You need to hear more. You are taken with a sudden desire to hear her give you orders. Soon, you will have your chance... "So that about wraps it up for the job description. Let's have a look at your resume again." You hand over your resume, fumbling your way though a reply and a weak joke. She smiles at you patiently, leaning forward to grind out her cigarette in a crystal holder on the coffee table. Will you measure up? You start to fidget in your seat, trying to hide the all too apparent start of your hard-on. She throws a quick glance over her glasses and you immediately stop and hold still, waiting on her. She takes her time reading your resume, evaluating this summary of who you are and what you've done until now. Can you do what it takes to satisfy her? Can you do a good job? You steal glances at her body while she reads - her relaxed and open position speaks power. She doesn't have to fold up into a corner like other women. She can be free with her body, needing nothing from anyone. Except service. A woman like this needs to be worshiped. You bite your lips, watching her arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts outwards a little, and you think, you will do whatever it takes to please her.   Chapter Two: In need of a firm hand "Ok, I am sufficiently impressed with your work history. You clearly know how to bring passion and dedication to your position. You've always gone the extra mile to do a good job, and, based on one or two of these more modest positions, you have the ambition necessary to serve." "Now," she sighs, uncrossing her legs and standing up, "let's see how you fit in here. Leave your papers and follow me. She turns and walks towards a closet door. Almost completely under her spell, you have no choice but to follow her swaying hips and the click-click of her heels. Her ass is broad and round, and you can't help but imagine how it would look bare, with only those black garters over her ivory flesh...or how her skin would gleam if you rubbed it with expensive oils...and Ms. Stark turning around to look down at you on your knees, those green eyes, that voice telling you what a good boy you have been... You're sweating now, clenching your jaw and biting you lips hard, desperate to keep control. It was no use. You would do anything she said. She had to know. She stood in the closet, more of a tiny room, her back to you, letting you stew in your own desire, staring at her perfect, voluptuous body. "So, Mr._______, I think you are exceptionally well qualified to serve us here at Crescent. You have the drive and the humility necessary to be a proper man. This will be your office, although to be honest, you'll be spending most of your time in other positions. In the course of your training, it may be necessary to familiarize you with some of the more...intense...equipment. For the first time, you look into the smaller office. It's not really an office. It's a small dungeon. You see structures and objects you only ever dreamed about. A big, carved St. Andrew's cross with silk ropes at the ends. A prayer bench, looking like it had just been plucked from a medieval cathedral, with gleaming manacles on it, carved with crosses and angels. Hanging on the wall were a variety of whips, floggers, and wicked looking canes. There are a pair of leather harnesses, just the right size for curvy hips, one labeled "Ms. Stark" and one labeled "Ms. Elise". You start breathing heavy, unconsciously starting to stroke your cock through your expensive trousers. There's a small bed, carved and antique-looking. Next to it was a nightstand with a dully gleaming silver tray with variety of plugs and dildos lined up on it, and a large bottle of lube. Ms. Stark places her hand on your back, leaning in close so you can feel her breath on your quivering skin. She whispers to you, "I see you're eager to start. You will have to learn your first lesson now, however. You will have to be patient as our office boy." She slowly brings both your wrists around to your back, brushing her breasts against you, letting her perfume coil out from her cleavage like incense. She has put on a pair of leather gloves, and you can feel the heat of her fingers beneath the hide. "Close your eyes," she breathes in your ear, and all you can feel is her breath, her nipples hard beneath her thin blouse, and her long legs pressed against yours. "Close your eyes and wait. I am going to handcuff you since you are too eager to please and must learn restraint" She pulls a pair from the wall behind and clicks the cold metal around your wrists. Keeping one gloved hand linked around your bound wrists, she takes half a step to the right, and clicks an intercom. "Ms. Elise, would you please join us? And bring a couple of water bottles, I think we'll need them." You whimper and try to hold still, but you're on fire. This is everything you've ever wanted, to be at the mercy of two beautiful women. Anything, you'd do anything for them. You realize now that this is where your whole life has led you, this need to submit and serve. Never taking her hand off you, Ms. Stark lets Ms. Elise in. You hear them kiss and laugh together at your predicament. "So this is the new boy, Ms. Stark?" asks Ms. Elise, setting the bottles down on a bench. "That's right, I think he'll be handy around here." "Well done. I admire your taste. Boy, what's your name?" Ms. Elise grabs your face and pulls you forward, roughly. You mumble through the syllables, almost ready to faint. Ms. Stark suddenly grabs a handful of your hair and lands a stinging smack on your ass. "Speak when you're spoken to, boy." You apologize, and say your name again. "This new boy has promise, but needs a firm hand. Would you like to give him his first flogging Ms. Elise?" "Oh yes I would. Please set him up while I choose the proper tool." Ms. Stark whispers to you again, "Open your eyes, walk." and propels you to a high padded table with a wedge shaped pillow. She roughly unbuttons your shirt, and unbuckles your belt. She pulls your trousers open and tugs them down, with your pants, freeing your painfully sensitive cock. You watch, totally helpless, as she opens an icy cold water bottle, and drinks, never smudging her perfect lipstick. She swallows, refreshed. Then, bending down, she blows a stream of cold air over your aching cock. You start to loose control and beg them, pitifully, to let you touch yourself. Ms. Stark's only answer is to bend you over that table, nudging her knee between your thighs, until you're spread-eagled. She and Ms. Elise busy themselves tying your legs to the table until you can't move, no matter how much you squirm.   Chapter Three: Orientation There you are, a pretty picture, your throbbing, dripping cock useless. Your hands bound behind you, your skin slick with sweat. Your ass is exposed and vulnerable, waiting whatever punishment these women see fit. You swear loyalty to them, you babble and carry on, begging them to do what they want. You turn your head and watch them watching you, embracing and stroking each other's bodies, becoming more aroused at your torment. Ms. Elise stares into your eyes as she opens the buttons on Ms. Starks' blouse, reaching in to fondle the other woman's perfect tits. Ms. Stark unzips first her skirt then Ms. Elise's, letting them fall. Both women remove their blouses as well, and let you stare in awe. They are both wearing the thinnest of lace panties, their generous flesh slightly swelling over the elastic of their panties and garters. You are faint with the smell of perfume and their wet pussies. Stark removes her glasses, closes her eyes, and bites Elise's soft neck, digging her fingers into the other woman's hips. You're silent now, absolutely transfixed. Elise's breasts are barely contained by her bra, her nipples incredibly hard, pushing against the fabric. Stark lovingly pinches them, causing her to squeal and playfully frown at Stark. "Go on, Ms. Elise, let's see how he takes it." As Elise takes position behind you, Stark sits in a chair opposite your face, taking a small vibrator from an end table, and switching it on. "In your own time..." "My pleasure," purrs Elise. "Boy, your safeword is 'house' You are to ask for more if you want more, and tell me 'house' when you reach your limit. Get ready!" Elise twirls her flogger, letting you hear it whirl, and lands an experimental blow on your ass. You shudder and moan as the sensation rockets through you. You have forgotten about your cock - almost - instead focusing on the delicious burning on your ass. You beg for more, saying whatever Elise and Stark tell you. They say to beg for it - you beg for your punishment. They say to call yourself names, "slut" and "whore" - you call yourself a slut and a whore. They say to describe how it feels - you tell them it feels so good to be punished and you need it. You watch Stark rubbing her pussy harder as she watches, close to coming herself. Her body jerks as the start of her orgasm shudders through her, making her tits bounce slightly, and a flush spread out over her skin. She digs her nails into the armrests, watching you be beaten over and over, your cock dripping pre-come onto the floor. She comes beautifully, inhaling through her teeth and groaning softly. Elise inhales sharply, and says "Enough!" She drops the whip, leaving you splayed on the table, burning and dripping, trying to hump the pillow you're bent over for relief. It just barely works. You stop, learning to be a good boy, and ask them if you can come. Stark pants, accepting, and tells you to make yourself come if you can. Elise climbs onto Stark's lap, her back to you so you can see her round, perfect ass. She takes the first vibrator and replaces it with a larger one, positioning it between their pussies. Stark kisses her deeply and switches the vibe onto the lowest setting. You have to watch, bound, burning, barely able to reach the pillow to hump pathetically as these two goddesses writhe around the vibrator. You are so close, you are losing your mind. Elise is graceful, rubbing her gleaming body against Stark's. They take their time, ignoring you. Elise grabs the last icy cold bottle of water and opens it, drizzling it down her body, over her tits, and onto Stark's as they grind deeply on the buzzing toy. This does it - you cannot wait any more. You thrust as hard as you can in your bonds, coming slowly and deeply as you watch Stark tear at Elise's bra and set her tits free, smacking them, pinching her nipples roughly. Just as you finish, coming harder than you have ever done, Elise starts to come herself with a long wail, digging her nails like claws into Stark's shoulders, throwing her head back, water droplets hitting you in your exhaustion. Under Orders Pt. 02 - Chapter 4: Confession Weeks after you have been taken into their employ, you make your first big mistake, one beautiful sunny morning... Elise gasps, slamming her hand onto the marble countertop next to the bathtub. "What are you doing? Male, are you...are you touching yourself? Mistress will be very unhappy." She , stands over you, still dripping from the steamy shower she had been enjoying. You cower by the door, unable to stop looking at her shiny wet feet, the high arches, and the silvery filigree of water dripping down her calves. You have been caught. You waited all week to spy on Ms Elise and Slave Rebecca. You performed every task well, perhaps too well. But you could not ignore the delicious prospect of watching Ms Elise and Rebecca naked and wet together. It has been 2 weeks since your last "proper" orgasm. You had been milked and fucked more than you ever had before, and it was gorgeous, all of it. But old habits...you were desperate to stroke. You couldn't help it. You knew that every few days Ms Elise preferred Rebecca to service her in the shower. You thought about this for days, burning, dripping. Ms. Elise, seated on a bamboo bench in the large shower, with Slave Rebecca kneeling between her Mistress' legs, rubbing and licking as the water rained down over their skin. Every so often you could hear a slap and a squeal when Rebecca would be overeager. You pictured the slave's ass wet and red from her discipline, imagined the throb in her pussy as she apologized and rubbed expensive oils all over Elise's coppery skin...if you could have just had five minutes, with nobody watching you, nobody ordering you...if you could just have a peek and quickly rub one out... You snap back to the present. Ms Elise, still beautifully naked, wraps a short towel around Rebecca, helping her out of the shower. Rebecca stands dutifully behind Elise, her eyes on the floor, her cheeks red. You feel bad to have embarrassed her, but you also feel so, so good. Elise reaches down to grab a handful of your hair, pulling painfully. You gasp, but she only sneers at you. "Rebecca, go down the hall and politely ask Ms Stark to come here. We have a problem." "Yes, mistress, I will" Rebecca, eyes still lowered, walks quickly down the hallway. Even in this state, you can't help but watch the curves of her ass show from under the too-small towel, as she walked away. "So, male, is this what you want? You want to sneak around and watch your superiors? You thought you could play with that little dick there and no one would find out?" You lick your lips and babble out a response, which only earns you another sharp tug. Your scalp is burning, and tears start to form in your eyes. You hear the familiar sound of Ms Stark's heels in the hallway - your fate. "What happened with this male?" Ms Stark enters the steamy wet bathroom, scented with jasmine, wearing a silky burgundy camisole under a matching robe. She is still wearing her daytime garters and panties, so you know she was undressing from work. Ignoring you, she stands close to Ms Elise. They tower over you, self-possessed and powerful. Your knees slide a little on the marble, and you try to adjust your position without either Mistress knowing. "Inara, my slave heard a funny sound at the door today when we were in the shower. I sent her to check, and we caught this male at the keyhole with his hand in his pants, moving it up and down, just thrusting his hips and stroking. He had been obedient, had earned his way out of the cock-cage just this week, and this is how he repays us?" Ms. Stark turned to slave Rebecca, gently cradling her chin in her scented hand, "Slave, is this true?" "Oh, yes, Ms. Stark. I couldn't believe it. He was watching us all wet and naked, and he saw me...oh...and he was touching his...oh Mistress please punish him!" Rebecca threw herself into Ms. Stark's arms, biting her lips and pretending to sob. As Inara embraces her, Rebecca looks at you, flashing a secret little smile at your predicament. Elise clucked her tongue and starts to stroke Rebecca's short blonde hair, as Inara shakes her head. "Elise, I think this level of disobedience deserves a special treatment. Let's bring this male to the examination room and make him suffer. Slave Rebecca, I trust you have kept that chamber well stocked and clean?" "Oh, yes, Ms Stark, I have just disinfected the table again this morning!" "Good girl. We'll need the full medical setup, as well as an assortment of restraints." Inara nods at Elise, and she exits the bathroom, tugging you behind her by your hair. You scramble and struggle to keep up, not quite able to crawl or walk. The other women follow closely, chatting about what might happen in the other room. You wonder what you have got yourself into. Rebecca opens a heavy wooden door at the end of the hallway, and you are half-led, half-thrown on. You crumble to the floor, holding your burning head, trying to hide the stubborn hardon between your legs. -Chapter 5: Exposure "Male," you open your eyes and see Ms Stark's feet, gently insteps arched in her high heels, "Stand. Remove your clothes. Slowly. We all want a good look at you." You obey, silently, struggling to your feet. You shuffle your thin cotton shirt off over your head, placing it gently on the floor next to you. You try to obscure the lump in your pants one last time. Elise leans in to smack your hands away. "Go on, male!" she commands. You jump at Mistress' harsh tone. You have no choice but to reveal to these three beautiful women that you have had a throbbing erection this entire time. You can't help yourself. You are truly a pervert, a whining, weak addict for your own cock. You slowly unzip your fly, and lower your pants, stepping out of them. You burn with embarrassment to notice that you've already started to drip pre-come. There is an incriminating quarter-sized wet spot on your underwear. There is no hope for you, you realize, swooning at the thought of the torment your Mistresses have in store for you. Ms Stark mocks you, "Would you all look at this pretty picture. This male is completely hard! He should be terrified that he has violated our strict commands regarding chastity. He earned his way out of the cock-cage, but he is far from being able to earn a wank. He likes to look at pretty girls. He likes to see the bubbles caress their hips, see their feet all shiny and wet, and their pretty nipples get hard under the water. He likes to see them clean their pussies, rubbing their lips, feeling so good at the spray of water. He likes to feel dirty and imagine what he could be doing with them. He likes to sneak around and jerk off when he thinks no one will notice. Male, do you like spying on my female slaves and my fellow Mistress? Do you like secretly watching your superiors?" You nod weakly, hardly noticing that Elise is behind you. You can hear the familiar sound a leather straightjacket being loosened. That is when you realize you feel deeply, deeply satisfied. Under the fear, you know you are where you belong, and in the place you need. You trust these women implicitly, and feel once again the rush of pleasure from absolute submission. Ms. Stark continues, "I can only assume that such disobedience, such willfulness has its roots in some sort of disorder. Some manner of hysteria. Elise, please restrain this male and we'll put him on the table." Ms. Elise growls in your ear "put those hands up, and get ready for it, male." Everything is dark for a moment as she slides the leather over your head and arms. Soon, you can see the examination room again, your eyes darting from device to device as Elise buckles your arms down close to your torso. The jacket stops sharp at your waist, leaving your full ball and throbbing cock exposed for their plans. There is no strap between your legs. That doesn't matter - you couldn't break free if you wanted to. Finally, Ms. Elise's fingers brush your throat as she tightens the collar. You wish you could fall back into her soft arms and be held for hours. But this is not for you, at least not tonight. "Slave Rebecca, would you gag this male and lead him to the table?" "Yes, Ms Elise!" Rebecca takes a black ball gag from a table behind her, and walks up to you. She, too, is now naked, except for her collar and a short pair of training gloves. She grins at you and says "open your mouth, please". You decide to be a devil once more and shake your head. "Ms Elise?" "Smack him if you must. He will be gagged for this!" Rebecca wiggles with glee and suddenly backhands you. Stunned, your jaw drops open. She pops in the ball and buckles the strap securely behind your head. Then she takes your arm and leads you to the exam table. It is covered not with the standard paper, but black leather. It has a pair of stirrups fully extended, shining under the light. Ms. Stark has prepared a tray of wicked instruments for her and Elise's use. You are made to sit on this table, then Rebecca roughly pushes you back, pulling another set of straps out from the sides of the table. Both mistresses take your legs and spread them wide, fastening them to the stirrups with three sets of leather cuffs: one around each thigh, one just under each knee, and one around each ankle. Rebecca pulls the longer body straps over your torso, completely immobilizing you, completely encasing your upper body in leather. She then cranks the bed up slightly so you are angled to see between your legs. You stare at your cock, rock-hard and twitching slightly with your pulse under the harsh spotlight. You almost regret your actions earlier, but you know you deserve this. You know you deserve all this torment. This is your place as a male, in this household. You must be disciplined severely. You close your eyes and try to imagine what they all have in store for you. "Rebecca," Stark's voice comes through the darkness, "Supervise him while we go get into our medical attire. Make sure to observe all the usual safety rules. If he fusses, feel free to smack his filthy cock around until he behaves." "Oh yes, Mistress, I will...thank you!" There was not much you could do in your position, at the mercy of Rebecca and her new love of sadism. She smiles with glee and picked up a short, fat leather strop. She held it up to your face, letting you smell the warm, worn leather. Petting your cheek with it, she coos to you, "I think I know what to do with this...I've had it on my ass enough times. So you're going to get it on yours. And then I'm going to punish your filthy cock. How do you like that?" You whimper and struggle, not sure if you'll be able to handle this much pain. Rebecca licks her lips watching you squirm. She opens her legs and rubs the leather against the glistening folds of her pussy, anointing it with her honey. As you stare, hypnotized, she quickly flicks it forward, slapping your exposed ass with a sharp, hard smack. Your skin is burning properly now, suffering under the blows from Rebecca's strop. Each time the leather connects, your asshole clenches in ecstasy. She moves closer and closer to your balls. As you brace for the inevitable, what you are sure will be a nearly satanic impact on your poor balls, Rebecca stops. Opening one eye to peek, you see her carefully cleaning the strop with a damp cloth, before hanging it back up with the other floggers. Returning to you, she crouches between your legs, and holds up the fingers of her right hand, her short, polished nails gleaming in the light. She gently flicks at your swollen balls and cock, over and over, quick tiny pops of pain layered on each other. You almost feel faint... -Chapter 6: Examination As you reel from further flicks from slave Rebecca, riding the waves of pain in your full balls, Mistresses Stark and Elise finally emerge from the back room, attired in tight black nurse's uniforms, made of slick rubber, clinging to every curve. Each dress has a corset over it, making their already hourglass figures even more dramatic. Their hips look broader and more powerful, and their generous tits are barely contained in the latex, and you can see their full, beautiful nipples erect under the rubber. They each are wearing a surgical mask that hides their faces. Ms. Elise takes a pair of elbow length black latex gloves and carefully inserts her delicate hands, slicking the shiny material up and over her wrists. Ms. Stark takes a matching pair and slides the slick rubber up her arms, then laces her fingers to check the fit on her hands. You watch, mesmerized as the black rubber stretches over her knuckles. She walks slowly over to your bedside, and takes a device off the tray. It is a silver cage, clearly meant for your cock. It's attached to a large, highly polished ring. The tip of the cage is open, flared slightly, but ringed with small metal spikes. Ms. Stark holds those closer to your face for further inspection. The cage itself, a delicate latticework of steel, has tiny steel burrs on every joint between the strips of metal. Unlike a normal cage, it has hinges running along the length of the shaft. It's not meant to be slipped on when you're soft, as you expect. "I see you look confused, male," Ms. Stark begins, "this is not a normal chastity cage. This is a custom made device that I have been saving for you, in case you ever needed strict punishment. This goes around your already hard, dripping, unsatisfied cock to torment it further. Every time you twitch, every time you throb, these spikes will bite into your cock, causing searing pain..." You whimper softly as Ms. Stark latches the delicate metalwork around your cock. When you feel the first bite of the burrs, you jump and scream into the gag, trying to scream "Yes! Yes!", but your mouth is full of rubber. You're drooling on the gag, your tongue pushing at it ineffectually. "Elise, this male has a freakish amount of stamina. Surely this is evidence of his hysteria! This is a lot of torment. We should document this session for future experiments." "Agreed. I'm going to set up a camera quickly. We shouldn't lose a moment of this. The other girls will be very interested to see the results of our experiments." Ms. Elise continues, "Rebecca, we need you for this next part. Since this male likes to watch so much, we figured he needs a show. Here, I want you to sit in this armchair and give him one." She pulls a brocade-covered wingback chair into the space between your splayed legs. Rebecca sits obediently, her hands on her knees, awaiting her orders. You feast your eyes on her naked form, aching with desire. If you could just beg you would beg to kiss her delicate feet, or to lick her round, shapely ass. Ms. Stark hands her a hitachi vibrator, and says gently, "In your own time." Rebecca smiles at you, and flicks the motor on. It hums loudly in the quiet exam room. She licks the soft white head of the hitachi and opens her legs. You can see her pussy, covered in neatly trimmed dark hair, dripping already. She is enjoying your torment. Rebecca runs her toy over her neck and shoulders, leaning back in the chair. She places the vibrator between her small, delicate tits as if it was a cock, and squeezes them together, giggling at the sensation. She pinches her tiny brown nipples, gasping and smiling. Your misery intensifies - every time she shakes with pleasure, your cock grows harder, and the spikes dig in. You feel like your cock is on fire, but there is no escape. You can't stop watching, and you can't come. You must watch and take your punishment. Rebecca sighs and moans as she takes the hitachi and circles each perky breast with it, teasing herself, letting her hips start to grind. You can see the honey dripping over her lips, her clit swollen and eager. When she finally brings the head of the vibrator in contact with her right nipple, she shudders, running her fingers down her belly to her dripping pussy. She massages her lips with a sensual, experienced hand as she teases her sensitive tits with the vibrator. Your mistresses look on, peering intently at your bound and tortured form. Ms. Stark leans closer to her fellow mistress and whispers loudly, "We should try digital penetration and record his response under these stress conditions." Ms Elise nods, and reaches for a container of lubricant on the instrument table. She slicks the thick gel onto her fingers, and holds out the jar for Ms. Stark. When they both have enough, Ms Stark leans in and applies a large dollop of the icy cold substance to your asshole. Again, you jump and scream as the teeth of your cage graze your cock. Ms. Stark is the first to slide a finger into your hole, filling you just enough to tease. Soon she follows with another. Ms. Elise adds hers, but decides to pinch the exposed tip of your cock with her unlubed hand. Both mistresses are fucking your tight, quivering asshole rabidly with their fingers, stimulating not only the nerves around your opening, but also deep inside, massaging your prostate. You would give your life to come right now. You are being fucked in your ass, your cock tortured, the tip closed so you can't even leak precome. You are watching the exquisite slave Rebecca riding the hitachi, coming in a rapid series of releases, her head back, screaming, her tits bouncing wildly as she rides. And it is all on camera - to be analyzed and discussed by a group of Misresses later. When she has had her fill for the moment, Rebecca softly asks Ms. Stark if she can "join in the fun": "What do you have in mind, girl?" "I wonder, Mistress, what would happen if I put this vibrator on the very tip of his cock right now. Do you think he would lose control and come?" "There is only one way to find out! Let's do that as we keep fucking and stretching his hole. Let's see how much this slut can take!" Ms. Elise removes her hand and leaves your cock exposed and vulnerable. Rebecca holds up the hitachi, and flicks it to its highest setting, and slowly, achingly slowly...inch by horrible inch, lowers the buzzing head of the vibrator until it just kisses your oozing hole. Your body betrays you - you experience lighting in the flesh. You shudder, head to toe. You try to kick and scream, but you can't - you are bound, helpless, you must receive pain and pleasure in equal measures from these goddesses. You are nothing, a speck, an experiment. You come harder than you thought possible, great white spurts of come flying from your cock. You orgasm is so intense, so painful, but so, so very good that you completely black out at the end of it. You only come to to see Ms. Stark stripping off her gloves, then lowering her mask, smiling at you. Then you close your eyes and fall back into the velvet void that their torment left you in.