The Stand-In

There are only two absolute rules my Mistress Monica follows when punishing me; no public exposure and no permanent harm or mark on my body. Other than these, she is free to do anything she wants to enforce her authority over me. Let me explain that the word punish" should not be understood to mean punishment for anything I did or failed to do for I am very obedient. Monica punishes me on a whim simply because it pleases her to see me suffer pain and humiliation. Let me illustrate.

Last week se came home with a co-worker I had never met. We had al worked late and had already eaten so I took a cue from Monica's offer and fixed some drinks. When I brought them into the living room, Monica and her friend Cheryl were discussing some hunk in the office. Monica wondered aloud about what this guy looked like naked and Cheryl blushed a bit, probably due to my presence. Monica said, "Don't be embarrassed because of Peter, he's used to such conversations." Then she turned to me and said, Peter, be a dear and strip yourself so that Cheryl doesn't feel like the center of attention." I knew better than to hesitate but I wondered what Cheryl was thinking about al of this while I quickly pulled off all of my clothes. I am not allowed to wear any underwear so it didn't take long before I was standing there naked waiting for further orders. Cheryl had made no protests and seemed fixated on my shaved crotch.

I like to think that I am more that adequately well-hung but I must confess that the most interesting thing about my genitals these days, besides the shave, is the stainless-steel cock-lock. Monica decides when and if I am allowed and relief and she can be damned stingy when it comes to my orgasms. She feels, rightly, that am better with my tongue when I haven't come in a while. She says that she can feel the dedication in my efforts when it has been a week or more. All I feel is maddeningly horny when, night after night, I spend hours licking her to orgasm over and over again and I get nothing but a fierce paddling or worse in return.

Anyway, I stood naked except for the lock and waited for Cheryl or Monica to say something. Finally Monica spoke and said, "Well, honey, will he do?

"That thing is locked on and won't come off, right? Cheryl asked Monica and in answer she beckoned me over to he. I stood between them ad Monica pulled on the device squeezing my engorged balls and causing extreme pain. "See, he's stuck in this `til I unlock him and I'm not even sure right now where those keys are" Those last words caused me to shudder since ad been deprived for two weeks already and I sure hoped it wouldn't go on much longer. One time Monica had "lost" the keys and made me look for them. After three weeks of fruitless searching, spurred on by a frequent application of a riding crop, she found them in her purse. Now that Cheryl was convinced that my best part was a prisoner, Monica asked again if I would do

"Sure, he's fine and I can think of more than a few guys who should be locked up ike that" Cheryl said. Monica spoke to me in a clear command voice" Go with her and please her any way she wants. She is to have as many orgasms as is humanly possible. If she has any reason to complain about your efforts I will invite home a few gat guys I work with, tie you naked over a chair and let them exhaust themselves at your backside. I might do that anyway so don't give me the slightest reason if you know what's good for you." I knew she would do that and when the time came I knew I would comply without argument. "Before you begin, a proper humbling is in order, fetch the crop" I moved as quickly as I could since any delay is paid for in lashes. "If you don't blister his ass will lay it on like were you and he was Larry. I don't know who Larry is but if Cheryl ever gets her hands on him he's in big trouble. I got one of the most brutal lashings of my life and I cried like a baby.

Cheryl took me into the guestroom an tied me to the bed, dimmed the lights and, after stripping naked, lowered herself onto my face. I tongued her little bud and lower lips for all I was worth. She moaned and writhed and ground her cunt into my face until she arched her back and practically howled with pleasure. I thought she would break my jaw but soon she backed off a bit, sat on my chest and panted. In the dim light I watched her beautiful breasts heave with each deep breath as she came back down to earth. Soon she stirred and again took up a position on my face and we began again. This scene repeated itself, with minor variations, six or seven times until she actually seemed to need some rest. She slipped off of me and, without any move to untie me or get herself dressed, moved across the room and sat in a chair. She spoke.

"You see, I was telling Monica about a breakup I just had with this guy Larry I was dating for a few months. I caught him cheating on me and I wanted to kill him or castrate him or something and I knew I had better talk it out with someone. Monica was handy and wiling to listen. After I bitched and cried a bit we started joking about `The Perfect Man' and we decided it would be a good looking guy, who did exactly as he was told, had no dick of is own but was a master with his tongue. Monica said she had just such a guy and would I like to borrow him for a bit" Cheryl stood up and moved over to the side of the bed, her hand on my caged crotch. "I'm sort of sorry about your predicament and not getting any relief any time soon but, right now, my pussy needs attention." She again sat on my face and we went at it again and again. I had to admit, I did come pretty cose to fitting her description of "The Perfect Man".

We slept late the next morning and Cheryl reported that I was at least adequate and shouldn't be punished on her account. She added that, if the scene I had been threatened with were to take place, she would like to be here to witness my humiliation. I knew that before I got out of my lock, my ass was going to be violated in front of an amused and appreciative audience.

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