Brazilian

Nita breathed heavily, her lithe nude brown body glistening sweat after the heavy exertion of applying a sweetly painful caning to the bare bottom of her slave Martin. She admired the pretty red double stripes she had brought out on his delightfully proffered bum, his position tied down firmly to the table also meeting her approval, as did his racked almost-sobs as he dealt with the pain she had visited upon him.

Nita admired herself in the mirror as she slowly walked around to in front of her trapped slave. Her taut, short Indian body with its small but firm breasts, the apple-round muscular bottom, the smooth brown skin, and the slim and lovely legs made her a superb figure of a woman, and the fact that she seemed so petite and powerless made her dominant nature such a delight to her.

She squatted gently forward to position her nicely juiced pussy on her slave's mouth. Martin's tongue slid out and eagerly began to pleasure the woman who had just whipped him. Nita thrust herself forward onto his tongue, experiencing the wonderful wave of pleasure building in her, as her slave's experienced mouth brought her to ecstasy. As the orgasm shuddered through her, she pressed her pussy hard against Martin's face, rubbing her juices over it.

Sated, she leant forward and felt for her slave's manhood, which was intensely, rigidly erect as she knew it would be. She ran her skilled hands along the length of the shaft, tickling gently at the sensitive spot under the head, cooing lightly to Martin as she felt the throbbing power of his cock resting in her hands. She squeezed harder, forming her hand into a tube and caressing more vigorously, as Martin began to move in rhythm with her, building toward his climax.

"Are you ready, honey?" Nita purred.

"Oh yes Mistress!" Martin said.

"Feel it ready to spurt?" Nita asked?

"Yes Mistress, whenever you say so!" Martin said eagerly.

"Good, because it's so much more entertaining for me when you get SO close but I don't let you cum ... which is what I am going to do now." Nita said with a smile, as she withdrew her hand from his genitals, her pulse racing as she heard his almost inaudible sob of frustration. She quickly ran to fetch ice, and applied it to Martin's cock until it shrivelled. Then she inserted his cock into the chastity device, attached the padlock, clicked it closed and caressed Martin's full balls lovingly.

"Poor baby", she purred, "you really thought you might get one then, didn't you?".

"Yes Mistress", came his subdued reply.

Nita ran her fingers lovingly through the pubic hair that tufted out from beneath the bars of the little cock prison she had attached to him. She gently stroked her own tidy vee of curls and thought for a second. Then she leant forward, ran her fingers over her slave's bottom and said: "Martin, it's time for a little beauty treatment."

Half an hour later the two of them entered a discreet beautician's salon. Nita had been here several times, though it was new to Martin. Nita strode to the desk and informed the girl behind it: "My name is Nita. I have an appointment with Cathy."

The girl checked her computer screen, said "Come with me ma'am" and took Nita and Martin into a room with two large massage tables in the centre.

The girl left, and soon after, a young blonde girl entered the room. She was tall and willow-slim, small-breasted though pert in a way that made her seem even younger than her twenty-one years.

“Hello Nita, good to see you again! How are you?" she asked.

"I am well", Nita replied. "This is my slave Martin."

Martin flushed at the bald statement of his servitude, but Cathy's expression of curiosity rather than shock made it clear that the idea was not completely news to her, as did her next words.

"So this is him ... hello Martin."

"Hello ma'am", was Martin's muted reply.

Cathy turned to Nita. "Now, what can I do for you?"

Nita said, "I was looking at my pubes today and suddenly I thought how nice a Brazilian wax would look ... so smooth and silky."

"Yes, everyone is getting one these days."

"Are they painful?"

Cathy smiled. "A little."

Nita laughed. "Good. Because it will be Martin who will be having it."

Cathy smiled again. "Ah ... actually I'm told that for a man it's exceptionally painful."

Nita was still smiling. "Even better then."

Cathy said, "OK, if you are ready to begin, have him take off all his clothes and slide up onto this table".

Nita indicated to Martin that he should strip. Martin, with obvious embarrassment, took off his shoes, socks, shirt and trousers revealing a pretty matching set of floral-print French-cut panties and bra, with a suspender belt to hold up his fishnet stockings.

Cathy giggled, and Nita laughed at Martin's discomfiture at having to thus humiliatingly display himself in front of a young girl he did not know. Martin unhooked the bra, and took off the stockings and suspender belt, then slowly slid down the pretty panty, revealing his caged manhood beneath.

Cathy said "Wow! What on earth is THAT?"

Nita replied, "It's a chastity device. Prevents him having sex, prevents him masturbating, prevents him even having an erection. Unless I let him out. See? There's a little padlock here" - she pointed - "and the key to it hangs on this pretty gold chain around my neck."

Cathy said "Wow, why do you make him wear that? Do you think he would be unfaithful?"

Nita laughed. "Not a chance! He's far too scared of me for that. No, I make him wear it for two reasons: One, because when he is kept from orgasm for a while, he becomes EXTREMELY attentive to my needs; and Two, because I am a sadist and it turns me on to make him go without orgasm."

Cathy asked "But don't you sometimes want to have penetrative sex?"

Nita said, "Sure! It's not a problem. I simply tie him down to the bed, THEN take the chastity device off, and ride him until I cum. He knows that if he cums without my permission, the chastity device goes back on, and it will be a lo-o-o-ong time before it comes off again. So he is VERY careful ... he has great control in that respect. And of course, he always stays hard. And it is just SO wonderful to have a spectacular orgasm from a good hard cock, and then lock it up again for my next use, knowing that all that unused sperm is building up inside him." Nita took out several small chains from her handbag, and, placing Martin on the massage table, she carefully padlocked his wrists and ankles to the table, so he was unable to move.

Cathy asked curiously, "But surely he would get pretty annoyed about that?"

Nita leant forward so the tiny key between her breasts could be applied to the padlock on Martin's chastity device. "Of course, he gets intensely frustrated, but with the right male (and believe me, he IS) the sexual frustration doesn't manifest as aggression or hatred toward the woman controlling his orgasms. In fact, incredibly, something very different happens ... "

"What?" Cathy asked eagerly.

"He becomes obsessed with me. Even though I am the source of his frustration and humiliation, even though he understands how selfish and unfair I am being, he becomes quite desperate to serve me in any way I see fit, to deepen his own degradation. In fact, taking HIS orgasms away has made him absolutely SUPERB at giving them to me."

"You're joking!"

Nita finished removing the chastity device from Martin's cock. "I'm not. What you see before you is a virtual cunnilingus machine - he is simply brilliant at it. It's almost as if he gets an orgasm from making ME get an orgasm. Or orgasms. The great thing about having a slave in chastity is that you can be completely selfish. I made him give me eleven orgasms on Tuesday, by mouth AND cock, and he really thought I would relent and allow him one ... I nearly did too, but at the last second I decided I would get much more pleasure out of watching his face as I told him no. So I did that instead." Nita smiled. Martin's cock, released from its prison, immediately began to spring to attention.

Almost imperceptibly, Cathy was running a finger across the front of her thin white skirt, pushing against her pussy. "Wow."

"And it's not just orgasms he provides. He does all the cooking, he gives me massages whenever I request them, he does ALL the housework, he lets me spend all his money ... as long as he is kept in chastity, he is the dutiful attentive slave every woman dreams of. On Tuesday, after I made him give me eleven orgasms, then denied him the one he was expecting, I gave him a nice painful whipping ..."

"Why?" interrupted Cathy.

"Oh, no reason, I just get turned on by inflicting pain on him. Anyway, after I had done all that to him, do you know what he did?" Martin's cock was fully rigid now, and Nita was running her hand along it as she spoke, admiring it as though it were an animal.

"Do tell!" said Cathy breathlessly.

Nita continued gleefully, "He went out and bought me flowers. Red roses. To thank me for humiliating him, using him, whipping him and denying him orgasm. Isn't that sweet? I practically had another orgasm just from the sheer humiliation of it!"

Cathy said wistfully, "I haven't had a good orgasm for ages. None of the men I see have any interest in any orgasms except their own."

Nita laughed. "You should use a man who is in chastity."

Cathy nodded and sighed, "I wish I knew where I could get one".

Nita laughed again, and pointed to Martin's throbbing erection. "I'm not the jealous type, honey. Why not use him - face or cock - to have a good one before you start work? It'll help you to relax."

Cathy hesitated a split second, and the moment in which she could say no passed by. The two girls smiled at each other as both realised that Cathy was interested.

Nita walked over to her, took her by the hand and walked her back to where Martin was chained helpless to the table.

"The important thing to remember when fucking a chastity slave is that he is here for YOUR benefit, so you don't need to do any of that rubbish like sucking his cock or anything. You just do what YOU want," said Nita, matter-of-factly helping Cathy to slide her tank top off, revealing the young blonde's pretty breasts in her thin bra.

Cathy nervously looked toward Martin lying helplessly on the table, as Nita smoothly removed the blonde's skirt, leaving her in only her bra and an equally wispy white panty. The panty showed a juicy stain on the front already, as her excitement seeped through.

"Cock or mouth?" asked Nita, as she removed the younger girl's bra, exposing the firm young breasts to view.

"Oh, cock please!" exclaimed Cathy. "I need that feeling of penetration ... it's been a while since I've had it."

"Great!" said Nita, inserting her hands inside the beauty consultant's panty and sliding them slowly and delicately down her legs.

"Oh, how lovely!" said Nita, as she saw the blonde girl's completely hairless pubic area. "You certainly practice what you preach!"

Cathy replied "Yes, I got my first Brazilian two years ago, and now I'm hooked. About once a month we 'converts' here all get together after work, have a few drinks and have a 'Brazilian party'!". She giggled.

"Sounds like fun!" said Nita, staring intently at Cathy's pretty slit. Then she lightly ran a finger across the smooth mound, looking at the girl's face for approval. Cathy's wistful sigh made it clear she had no problem with the illicit touch. Nita slid a questing finger into the moist slit, her fingertip gently parting the bare labia and gliding smoothly in through the well-juiced pussy. A quick expert flick across the tiny hidden nubbin of flesh achieved the desired result.

"Ooooooh", gasped Cathy.

Nita helped Cathy up onto the table, into a kneeling position straddling Martin's body, while maintaining one insistent finger on the clit of her new friend. She then slipped off her own clothing. Martin's cock throbbed rigidly though impotently beneath the pussy of the slim blonde, the chains preventing his body from lifting up toward her.

Instead, Nita deftly inserted the head of Martin's cock into the waiting opening above it by lowering Cathy's body down upon him. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, Martin's long thick cock slid into the tunnel waiting for it, parting the hairless flesh to the moans of delight of the rider above. Nita forced the girl all the way down until a thick eight inches of flesh filled her pussy to bursting point, then Nita lifted Cathy up again until only the tip of Martin's cock brushed those twin soft lips, then brought her down once again, harder and faster this time, as Cathy's well-greased pussy hungrily gobbled up the invader.

Cathy settled into the rhythm of up and down, Nita lifting her by her butt and now forcing her up and down, the cock deep inside her driving her toward her pleasure. Nita was leaning against her now, flesh to flesh, brown breast against white, and then finally mouth to mouth, eager tongues snaking out to intertwine in mutual pleasure. Martin lay sweating beneath them, concentrating on avoiding the orgasm that he so dearly wanted.

Suddenly Nita got up on the table too, and with practiced efficiency, straddled Martin's face. With experience from a thousand similar acts, Martin immediately began tonguing his Mistress's pussy: first sliding his tongue gently and smoothly along the length of her labia, then teasing her prominent clit with the tip of his tongue, then running it down to thrust deeply into her vagina, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her. Cathy continued lifting herself up and down on Martin's cock, then settled into a frenzied vibrating motion, with Martin's cock held deep within her. Nita sat her vagina firmly on Martin's face, and leant forward to kiss Cathy's beautiful breasts. Cathy was panting loudly now, approaching her climax, and Nita and Martin, who both recognised the signs, sped up their own face/vagina interaction so that as the scream of pleasure burst unbidden from Cathy's throat, and the wave of ecstasy shuddered through her, Nita brought herself to her own hammering orgasm.

Cathy continued shaking for several further waves through her body, then Nita held the girl gently and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

"See? How was that?"

Cathy gushed "Oh GOD that was good!", and happily kissed Nita again. The kiss became more prolonged, and Nita felt the fingers of the blonde girl stroking against her own breast: uncultured, untutored but full of eager desire.

The two women kissed and caressed on the body of Nita's slave until the need for pleasure rose re-kindled in them again. Unbidden and without conscious thought, they exchanged places, the bare pussy of the beauty consultant perched firmly on Martin's mouth, Nita taking up position firmly impaled on his still-rigid cock.

Martin's tongue began its work: touching, guiding, sliding thrusting; analysing the result of each touch as he assessed this new pallette for his artistic skill. For Martin, cunnilingus was a science AND an art: knowledge helped, but only the true artist could excel at it. And Martin was such an artist: a Michelangelo of cunt-licking, his natural talent focussed by his frustrated and full balls into a fervid outpouring of extreme desire to bring to the lovely creature above him what he himself so desperately sought but was denied. The orgasms of the women who controlled him were his masterpieces; only an artist who was denied the ability to experience his own work could have achieved such levels of excellence in the human canvases thrust cunt-first onto his ever-willing tongue.

And with a sharp cry, Cathy yielded herself up to that expertise, her pussy throbbing with pleasure as Martin's tongue drove her through to the ecstasy she craved. Nita's hands on her breasts tightened, and the shuddering gasp from Martin's owner confirmed that the dark-skinned girl had arrived at satisfaction as well.

"Oh ... YEAH!" said Cathy with emotion, running her hands through her mussed hair, the sweat glistening all over her body, her buttocks ground firmly into the sides of Martin's face, trapping his mouth on her pussy and his nose on her arsehole. She punched the air with unconcealed delight, to Nita's amusement.

"So you had a good time, then?" Nita asked.

"You BET!" replied Cathy. Both girls laughed, and dismounted from their respective 'saddles'. Nita held Cathy from behind in her arms, pressing the girls' bottom into her own pussy, pushing her own breasts against the girl's back and running her hands in teasing tickly circles across Cathy's breasts, stomach and pussy, as they both surveyed the chained figure of Martin lying on the table. They enjoyed the close touch for a few more quiet moments, then Nita gave Cathy a quick slap on the bottom and said "Time for work!".

Cathy looked around for her clothes, then with a shrug, left them where they were, and traipsed happily naked across the room to her equipment.

Nita grinned at Martin. "Hope you didn't think we had forgotten about the little wax job." Martin's expression was unreadable.

Cathy came back, humming happily with a pot of brown wax, which she positioned beside the table near Martin's groin.

"Now this hurts in TWO ways: firstly, the hot wax; then, even better, ripping the hair out by the roots after the wax is dry."

"Mmmmm, I am going to enjoy this." Nita announced. She looked at Martin. "I suspect YOU aren't."

Cathy grinned and ladled a dripping wad of hot wax onto Martin's pubic thatch, above his vaginal-juice-stained cock. He hissed a sudden intake of breath at the heat.

"Sook!" said Cathy. "Wait until we do your balls!" Then before he realised it was going to happen, she took a firm hold on the dried slab of wax, and RIPPED with all her might, bringing a matchbox-sized wad of hair out bodily from Martin's pubes.

"YYYRRRRHRHRHRH!!!" came Martin's restrained scream. The pain was indescribable. Both girls immediately fell about laughing.

"Do his balls, do his balls!" Nita cried.

"Patience, dear Nita, there's a science to this. We'll get there eventually!" Cathy said.

Another large blob of hot brown wax was ladled onto Martin's pubes, and again the girls were in transports of delight as the intense pain of the hairs being ripped out of his groin made Martin almost scream.

A few more dollops and rips, each very satisfying to the girls, and the hair above Martin's cock was completely removed. Cathy cleaned up the loose bits of wax, and then said "And NOW we do his poor balls!".

She felt Nita's hand slide between her bum-cheeks and underneath to touch her pussy, the feel of it so welcome. She could see Nita's other hand squelching away in the brown pussy of her friend. Sighing as the fingers frigged her nude body beautifully, she dripped the wax onto Martin's heavy sperm-filled balls, receiving another hissed intake of breath for her troubles. She rubbed it into the hair on his right testicle, waited the requisite time, then, pausing briefly to kiss Nita, she PULLED it away vigorously.

"NYYAAAA-AAA-AA-AARRRGGGHHHHH!!!" screamed Martin, as his balls were brutally denuded. Cathy felt Nita's hand movements increase in intensity, and she rocked gently back into the motion, while preparing the last dollop of wax. This was duly applied and spread evenly onto the left testicle. Then, with Nita thrusting her hand into Cathy's cunt, Cathy RIPPED again.

"AAAA-AA-AAAA-RRRRGGGHHH!!!" came Martin's scream, and it drove Cathy over the top into a sudden sweet orgasm from the attentions of Nita's hand.

Nita smiled knowingly. "That was delightful to watch."

Cathy smiled. "Hang on and I will clean him up: get rid of the few hairs I missed."

Nita smiled and gently frigged herself to another orgasm to the accompanying yelps and squeals as Martin had his few remaining pubes yanked from their hiding places. Then Cathy carefully cleaned the area, and invited Nita to have a look. Despite, or perhaps because of the pain and the humiliation, Martin's cock had become erect again. It thrust proudly up into the sky, beautifully denuded of afforestation, every curve of his genitals open to scrutiny.

"Oh, that is going to be so much fun to use", sighed Nita.

"It looks so sweet, doesn't it? So innocent." said Cathy. She ran her hands over her work, Martin's cock still desperately thrusting high. Cathy slid her fingers under his body, and felt the corrugated marks on his bum. She looked a question at the Indian girl.

"Cane marks. I gave him eight strokes this afternoon."

"Wow! Just for fun?"

Nita shook her head. "No, punishment. What was it for again, slave? I forget." Martin spoke up. "You ordered me to write out 250 times for your amusement 'Thank you for denying me orgasm, Mistress'. On inspection, you discovered that eight of the lines were not up to handwriting standard, and awarded me eight strokes, as well as 250 lines again."

Cathy laughed. "So he'll be writing out 250 lines again tonight?".

Nita gave an evil smile. "No. I am very keen on having things done right the FIRST time. So he has been awarded 250 penalty lines PER ERROR. I figure writing out 'Thank you for denying me orgasm, Mistress' two thousand times should make sure the job is done correctly next time."

Cathy's eyes became larger. "How long will THAT take him?"

Nita shrugged. "It's up to him. But none of his licks count until it's done."

Cathy asked "Count? What do you mean?"

Nita said "Oh, I allow him an orgasm after he has brought me to ten orgasms. It keeps him keen. Largely because he knows there are penalties if he whinges or complains or anything about his poor cock. I might add two or three to the count. Or maybe more. It's entirely up to me. For instance he had the count down to four yesterday but then left the toilet seat up, which cost him an additional five unfortunately, as it is not the first time."

"Wow, that sounds like a fun regime!"

Nita nodded. "It is. I make the rules and I enforce them. And he daren't complain about it. Because that's my biggest bugbear: woe betide him if he should ever actually try to ASK for an orgasm from me! I HATE being pestered so I don't intend to let him start."

"Mmmm, that's lovely." Cathy said. "May I have a look at his cane marks?".

"Sure". Nita undid Martin's arm restraints one and repositioned them crossed over, only allowing one free at a time. Then she did the same with his legs, leaving him face down on the table, the biting tram-lines of eight red weals cutting across his bum-flesh exposed to Cathy's perusal. She ran her hands over them lovingly.

Nita watched her and then said "Now, back to business, I'm afraid. After looking at YOUR sweet hairless pussy, I have got to have one too, Hopefully not too painfully."

Cathy smiled. "Sure. My pleasure. Get up on the other table."

Nita complied, stretching her petite body out on the table, watching her tied-down slave drinking in the sight of her. Cathy came over with the pot of wax. "It won't be anywhere near as bad for you - girls are different", she said.

Nita nodded. Cathy expertly applied the wax, and just as expertly ripped it away. Nita felt the pain but studiously pretended she had not felt anything, and a brief glance at Martin's face, showing his disappointment at her lack of obvious pain, made her feel all gooey inside again.

Slowly but surely Cathy removed every hair from Nita's pussy, then cleaned away the remaining pieces of wax. She stroked the pretty and now bare brown pussy, then, with a glance at Nita, ran her finger down the slit. Nita recognised the girl's lack of experience and nodded encouragement, guiding the girl to her favourite spots. Then with a determined look on her face, the pretty beautician lowered her head and slid her tongue along the now-wet slit of her friend.

Nita was surprised and delighted at the girl's daring. She relaxed and helped the girl along again. Cathy was nowhere near as good at cunt-licking as the expert tongue of Martin, but the sheer kinky pleasure of receiving the tongue of a girl, and a previously straight girl at that, brought such a delicious feel to the affair that Nita was able to ride herself to a satisfactory cum in only a few minutes.

She grinned at the messy face of the naked young blonde. "thanks, that was lovely."

Cathy flushed. "My pleasure."

"How do you feel?"

Cathy smiled. "Strange, but good. Like I have achieved something new. Something I didn't know existed."

Nita grinned. "You should feel the rush the first time you fuck a man."

Cathy looked puzzled. "I've already fucked men."

Nita continued "No you have BEEN fucked by men. You haven't FUCKED men. You haven't lived until you have taken your first boy: hard up the arse with the strap-on; penetrating him, taking him, FUCKING him."

Cathy began to feel wet again. "Wow, that sounds wild. How can you cum, though?"

Nita got off the table, went back to her bag and returned with a vicious looking implement - ten inches of ribbed black vinyl, with a broad-headed tip. "Look!" she said, showing Cathy the base of the black monster. "It's got a vibrator in the BASE: so the girl fucking with it gets the orgasm, not the victim. Neat, huh?"

Cathy felt the juices flowing in her pussy at the very thought. "May I ... try it on?"

"Sure!" laughed Nita. She expertly placed the straps around the younger girl's body, then led her to a mirror to admire herself: a sleek picture of thrusting femininity; the hard black cock like a weapon thrusting in front of her. She felt a sudden surge of power. Nita leant down and turned the vibrator on. The humming buzz from the base played gently on her clit.

Nita said "It works best when you are pushing into something - like a man's arsehole."

Cathy's eyes flicked toward Martin, tied face down, bum up and legs apart on the table. That flick of the eye was enough for Nita, who laughed delightedly and led Cathy toward the helpless victim, the black cock bobbing in front of the girl.

Nita got out some lube from her bag. "I don't want to tear him - I like to keep him useable." She smeared it on her slave's arsehole, then pushed her finger inside his rectum and smeared it around further, to Martin's obvious discomfort.

Cathy looked at the thick black shaft reared in front of her, and Martin's tight puckered arsehole. "It'll never fit!" she said despairingly.

Nita replied: "Oh yes it will. It always has before. The secret to good slave-buggering is NOT to be gentle. You have got to TAKE him - he is your victim, you are going to use him for your pleasure. Understand? By all means, start slow, but make sure he really feels it. I find that once a slave has been soundly strap-on-fucked, he is SO much more careful and attentive when he is penetrating YOU. So treat it as an educational experience!"

Nita took hold of the shaft, and with a slight screwing motion, slipped the thick head into the well-lubed opening. A grimace of pain came from Martin as the two girls slowly introduced the black monster deep into his arse. His breath began to come in short ragged sobs, as he was fully impaled on the invader. The buzz of the vibrator mingled with Cathy's panting as she began thrusting her artificial penis into Martin's helpless bum. She increased the tempo at the urging of the beautiful buzzing forced hard against her clit with every thrust, mindless of the pain she was bringing to Martin and urged on by Nita's goading.

Nita slipped her hand beneath Martin's body and began to stroke his cock. It was rigid as usual: his denied status kept him constantly tumescent at any stimulation, which was part of the reason she kept him that way. She formed her hand into a curve, grasping his shaft firmly and stimulating it well.

Cathy felt the vibrator driving her so hard toward her orgasm. Nita's hand caressed the smooth curve of her bum, the sweat glistened upon her body. Nothing mattered: not the room, not the other customers, not the situation, not even the tortured moans from the victim beneath her, only her approaching cum mattered. She could feel it start to arrive: first in the distance, then coming closer, a great wall of pleasure about to wash over her and carry her away. She stood beneath it, gleefully thrusting her cock deep into the arse of the man tied beneath her, his gasps of pain stimulating her to ecstasy until suddenly the wave crashed down upon her, tearing her asunder, crashing through her mind and her body all at once, a maelstrom of stimulation and ecstasy and sadistic pleasure. She shuddered to a halt riding each successively smaller wave with intense desire, experiencing a mind-blowing all-conquering orgasm - the best in her young life.

She started to withdraw the cock from deep in Martin's tortured bum, but Nita pushed her bottom forward to indicate that she should stay there. Nita was busy masturbating Martin's cock. She had moved round in front of him and was talking to him gently as she gripped his manhood firmly and pulled the skin of it up and back.

"Oh yes, you like that, don't you ... little slut ... that's right ... you only cum when there's a hard cock up your arse, don't you? Mmmm?"

Martin was moaning with pleasure now, his full balls screaming to dispense their enormous load of sperm.

Nita decided she would give him an orgasm, if only to see how far he could shoot it all over the table. Also, it would be fun to make him lick it up in front of Cathy. She increased the tempo of her hand movements, and gripped him firmly and tightly.

Cathy watched with interest, recognising the mental decision Nita had made. Nita continued cooing to her slave, asking him how he felt, and did he love her and wasn't she good to him to do this?

Martin sobbed out responses as he built up and up toward the climax so long denied. He felt SO good, and yes he loved her, and she was so good to him ... and then an almost unheard final sentence slipped unbidden from his tormented lips.

Nita stopped her hand movements immediately. "I beg your pardon?"

Martin looked at her wide-eyed. "N-n-n-nothing, Mistress."

Nita sighed, brought her face to his and looked deep into his eyes. "Tell me what you said just then, dear."

Imprisoned in her gaze, Martin sobbed and said "I'm so sorry Mistress. I ... I asked if I could cum."

There was silence in the room for a second, as Cathy looked down on Nita, who removed her hand from her slave's body, and stood up. She asked her trusting helpless slave: "When is your next orgasm due, Martin?"

Martin replied slowly: "After I have brought you to seven more, Mistress."

Nita laughed. "Unfortunately not, because for asking without permission, I am awarding you a fifty-orgasm penalty. Do you understand?"

Martin, with a look of utter despair, replied "Yes, Mistress."

After a pause, Nita smiled again and said "And ...?"

Martin said: "Thank you Mistress. Thank you for delaying my next orgasm even further."

Nita laughed as she applied a bag of ice to his rock-hard cock, and said: "Oh, believe me slave it is MY pleasure! SO how many orgasms must you bring me to before you get one?"

Martin said "57, Mistress." as his throbbing cock detumesced under his Mistress's practiced touch with the ice bag.

Nita quickly strapped onto Martin's genitals the beautifully fiendish device which kept his access to erection and orgasm subject to her will. "67, I'm afraid, slave, because you have earnt another ten penalty for failing to thank me promptly."

This time the reply was speedy. "Yes Mistress ... thank you Mistress."

"Don't worry, Martin ... maybe you can work it off to have one by Christmas ... if you keep me turned on ... and of course you will have to make sure you make no more mistakes like that one!" Nita giggled.

And then she carefully locked the chastity device, imprisoning Martin's cock tightly in its little cage, safe for her to use again. She could see Martin's balls below it, so swollen with frustrated cum, and she immediately began to feel wet again at the thought of her control over her slave. She untied him from the bed and looked over at Cathy. Cathy was unashamedly and vigorously masturbating again, her lithe nude body trembling as her hand frantically frigged her sopping pussy.

Nita stepped over to her and gently stroked the blonde girl's skin as she brought herself to another shuddering orgasm.

Cathy gently kissed Nita and said "Oh god, that was so hot ... when you sentenced him to FIFTY more ..."

Nita replied, "It's MY decision to make as to when he gets to orgasm. That's something we agreed on a long time ago, he contracted to accept my control of his orgasms and he has simply had to live with his decision since then. No doubt he thought he would be getting a lot more than he actually does; he seriously underestimated how turned on I get by making him go without. But that's just his bad luck ... and my GOOD luck! And I have made it quite clear to him many times: I simply won't tolerate him asking."

Cathy ran her hand down Nita's hair and caressed her shoulder. "Your penalty was quite fair ... harsh but fair."

Nita giggled, then gave the blonde a card and said "Here's my phone number Cathy. Call me anytime you feel like playing. Or if you would like to see me put Martin through his paces."

Cathy said: "Thank you. That would be lovely." and gave Nita her phone number in return.

Then Nita took Martin's wallet and paid Cathy, giving her a substantial tip, which would have been generous if it had not been Martin's money. As they turned to leave, Martin obediently turned to Cathy, bowed, and said "thank you, ma'am."

Nita quietly said to Martin "Assume the 'thank you Mistress' position".

Martin knelt behind her, and carefully placed his face between his Mistress's firm buttock cheeks and leant forward to kiss her pussy.

The two girls smiled, watching Martin willingly demonstrate his subservience to Nita, his face kissing her arse, his arse painfully caned and vigorously penetrated, his balls full of unrelieved sperm, his cock firmly locked in the chastity device controlled by his Mistress, his mind aware that his afternoon of submissive humiliation had actually lengthened the time until his next permitted orgasm.

Yet still he worshipped. The girls knew there would be a great deal of fun to be had in the future.

THE END

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