The Ring - Part Three

My whole world seemed to be in her hot, juicy pussy. I have not come in 14 days, the longest I have ever gone that I know of. I need to come more than I need my next breath. My only route to release lies in pleasing the pussy I now worship. And so I am frantic to please.

It's only a few hours into my first day of training as a slave. I can't move anything but my tougue. I was tied, and tightly so, to the four corners of my Mistress' bed, my pierced cock pointing at the ceiling. She is kneeling over my face, mashing her wet cunt into me as I strive to please her.

I have no concept of time, I only know I have to hurry. Her friend and mentor, is on the way over to help her "break me" on my first day of training. My Misstress has warned me that her friend is much stricter than she is and will not likely let me come today. I was crushed, but She offered me a chance, saying if I could make her come five times before her friend arrived she would "empty my balls" as she put it, before we went out to dinner.

So, as I said, I am frantic to please. I hurry, I nibble, I suck, I do my best and then some. She is thrashing about, gripping my nipples when I need spurring on, scratching my splayed thighs, biting my cock, or grabbing a fistful of my hair to scrub her pussy with my hungry mouth. She moans through one orgasm after another, completely ravishing me, using me for her pleasure.

I am hyper sensitive and very aware of my vulnerability. I have never seen her this insatiable, and am a little afraid of her appetite. Who knows how many times she has come, at least three or four before the phone call and seems like twice that many since.

It seems to go on and on. Finally after a particularly violent series of orgasms that leaves my jaw aching and her gasping and panting, she falls forward on my body to rest, head near my cock, dripping cunt inches from my face, still shiny with the last drops of come I tried to earn from her.

I sense her need to come down to earth and I tenderly lick the areas I can reach, cleaning my misstress. I have a random thought; Could I actually live on a diet of just her pussy?

We are sweaty, and our breating is in rythym, she seems contented, for now. I am still bound and blindfolded and have no idea how long she lays like this, me stretched taught like a bowstring, her as relaxed as a noodle. My arms and legs ache, but I dare not disturb her rest.

With no rush at all, she draws a long relaxing breath, and let's out the most contented sigh I have ever heard. Then a little giggle.

"That was quite a performance, he must be pretty good." a female voice I don't know says. I don't dare move, she's already here. How long, what did she see, what does she think of my effort, my body, my pierced cock.

"Oh, you have no idea. This one has a very talented toungue and is positively insatiable when it comes to eating pussy. That's one of the reasons I decided to put him in training, I am anxious to see just how good he can get once properly enslaved. You'll have to try him soon". My Misstress replies.

"But of course" comes the confident reply.

Cool air wafts around our sweaty bodies as she moves off me. "I think it's time I untied, him and let him stretch, I've had him staked out on the bed for quite some time. He probably needs to pee, don't you slave?"

"Yes, Misstress" I reply meekly. It sounds like her voice is coming from the side of the bed now, about the same area I hear the other Domme's voice.

They set about untying me, and contrary to the stern treatment I am braced for, they take their time massaging me and helping me stretch. Like I said, She is a pleasure Domme, not an abuser. I am her slave, but a cherished slave and I trust her enough to believe I will earn my pleaure serving her.

Their hands are all over me, but they don't speak, so I have no idea who's touching me where. They scratch my cock lightly, trace my neck, rub my shoulders.

"Hands behind you" the new Domme says and I comply, crossing my wrists behind my back and arching my back slightly..

"Yes....... Misstress" I say, unsure how to respond. It's wrong.

Cold fingers with sharp nails grip my balls and I wince, but have enough control to keep my wrists behind me. He voice comes from so close I can feel her breath. "Though she may loan you out or eventually sell you, You only have one Misstress, slave, address me as Ma'am." She hisses.

"ahh" I wince "yes, Ma'am." and the grip just shy of pain relaxes.

Cuffs are locked on my wrists, the leash is clipped to my cock and I am lead, blindfolded to the bathroom. I hear the seats raised. The leash is removed from my piercing and a small hand lightly grips my cock. "Go ahead, pee for us." the new Domme orders.

"Yes Ma'am" and I let it start to flow. I have not even seen her face, or learned her name, but she has grabbed my balls, lead across the apartment by my piercing, and now holds my cock while she orders me to pee. I am beginning to sink deeper into what it means to be a slave.

[ Story Continues in Part Four ]
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