We had built enough confidence to allow others into our lifes as long as we both found it pleasant. Our rules would still apply and that was non negotiable. Mistress had two great candidates. Cons, they were women. Pros, we were accustomed to woman on woman action. Pros, they would be able to understand our possible emotional struggle. Pros, pretty much everything else.
They were friends. They knew all the important stuff. About our past. About our present. About our cautions. About mistress' trust issues. Everything was ready, we just had to take a leap of faith. I offered mistress to square pegs in round holes. I would show them the only detail we hadn't mentioned, the tattoo over my mound. I kept it shaved, anyways, in case mistress wanted to drink from my soul again. Mistress' wide smile proved that she liked the idea. Shame on me, I should have done it earlier. Why should I hide her dominion over me? First, it was pretty obvious. Second, I wanted to make it obvious.
Barb and Pussylover were going to spend the weekend with us. In ten minutes I would have two mistresses to serve and a felow slave helping me. I was wearing my usual uniform, chastity device, padlock, butt plug, clit chain, choker plus some high heeled shoes that Barb had asked for. No apron or panties this time. I wasn't going to need them. Mistress was dressed like a fancy mature woman, knee length skirt and blouse.
-Slave.- Mistress cupped my buttock with one hand, my breast with the other, pinching my nipple, and kissed my neck.- You are not going to embarrass me, right? You are going to do everything you are told. Everything.- I nodded.- When you open the door, you know what do you have to do, right?- I nodded.- Do you trust me, slave?- I nodded.- We are going to have fun. That's a promise. Can you kiss me, pretending that you love me, please?- Pretending?
The doorbell ring. I opened the door completely. Mistres Barb looked very elegant in her suit. Pussylover weared a summer dress so short that the hem was just a couple of inches below her cunt. Mistress Barb was leading her using a dog leash attached to a wide leather collar.
-Mistress, would you, please, grant me honor of letting me serve your pussy?- I was supposed to say that to Barb at first sight. I was also supposed to call her “mistress” from that moment on, which was very strange.
-Oh, you are doing that a lot. Don't you doubt that, slave.- She slapped me hard on the ass and got inside. I asked Pussylover the same except that I used the word “darling” instead of “mistress”. Months ago, Pussylover had explained me that, whenever two or more bottoms had to share the same top, they had to compete for its favor as irreconcilable enemies. Once they were left alone or the activities had ended they could be friends again. That's how Mistress Barb and herself worked, anyways. And yet, even when I had accepted that, I still had to be a good host.
I closed the door and what I saw when I turned around made my stomach shrunk. Mistress Barb and Mistress Kendra were fondling each other and devouring their mouths. They had never done that before, and I was sure as hell that mistress hadn't done that with me more than a few times. At my side Pussylover had undone the zipper at her back and the dress had fell to the floor revealing her nakedness.
-Oh, my sweet Kendra, look at you. You can't possibly understand how much I have waited to sample that hot body and make you mine.
-Oh, Barbara.- Mistress grabbed mistress Barbara's face and they locked lips again.- Tonight I'm going to set fire to that beautiful pussy of yours with my tongue.- I could swear that my heart stopped for a second. My cunt had been locked all the week. I was hoping that someone would fuck me that weekend, but my mistress was going to bed someone else. And when had that relationsship started, by the way? Mistress was with me most of the time.- What the fuck do you want, slave?- Mistress yelled at me. How rude.- Don't you see that I'm busy? Go crave someone else's attention for once!
-Relax, my love.- Mistress Barb told my mistress.- I've brought a whip that will help her understand her place.- A whip?- Pussylover were is it?
-I'm afraid you didn't mention any whip, mistress.- Said the aforementioned.- You said that Mistress Kendra had already a flogger, and we weren't going to need anything more.
-Yes, yes, you are right Pussylover. But I was wrong. This cunt thinks that she deserves my beloved Kendra's attention more than me. Such arrogance can't go unpunished.- That was absurd, I had just looked at them. I was beginning to regret about that weekend.- I'll go home and bring it. My love...,- She squezzed my mistress ass and kissed her lips fully again.- do you mind if I take your slave with me? That will help me choose the best whip for her pitiful body.- Hey! Ouch!- In the meantime you can show Pussylover how do your electrical appliances work.
-Sure, gorgeous, she is yours for the weekend, do whatever you want. Wait.- She went to our bedroom and took our leash. They kissed again. I was about to cry and I wasn't sure why, whether it was due to jelousy, fear or anger.- Hands on your back and legs spread at all times, slave.- Mistress told me.- Five minutes with my angel and you've already embarrased me.- I couldn't hold my tears anymore. What did I do wrong?- Remember don't you dare disobeying.- She said that I shouldn't wait too much to ask her to marry me, did she have another candidate?
Months ago mistress decided that the carabiner was too ugly, so we only used it at home, mostly inside my cage. Instead told Barb to circle the leash around my neck and use the clasp on one of the links of the leash itself leaving enough slack to let me breath. She led me towards the door. She was going to take me to her place naked! My tattoo, the padlock, a black plastic thing protuding from my labia, and the red plastic buttplug, everything in plain view. I was going to say the word but... I was still hesitating when mistress Barb called the elevator. My mind had been blocked all the way down the corridor!
She took me to her car, which was parked in our basement, in a parking lot that had been empty for years. I wondered how did she get there. Clearly mistress had been keeping secrets. She made me seat on the passenger side. She fastened the seatbelt as my hands were at my back.
-Open your legs, slave. Knee on the glass, the other one over my thigh. I want to take a good look at what kind of slut is going to stick her tongue into my ass one of these days.- I was starting to hate this bitch. She started the engine and we drove in silence for a few minutes. Then she slidded a hand towards my very exposed cunt and caressed my labia. At that moment I wasn't horny at all but she kept going, also tugging softly on my clit chain every now and then, until she got the reaction she desired. Same as mistress she brought her fingers to my mouth so I could lick my juices. Then she reached down again.- Look I understand you. You thing that a hot child like your mistress cannot love an old shag like myself.- My mistress was in her later twenties, and mistress Barb was in her middle forties, both of them very good looking. It was uncommon but totally understandable.- You worry about her, that's normal, your wellbeing depends on her happyness. Let me assure you that I'm going to make her very happy. I have money. I'm going to cover her in gold and roses.- I surely couldn't compete with that even if I loved mistress that way. Did I?- You are very brave, slave. Look at you, bragging about your looked up cunt in front of all the passerbies.- Well, that was her fault, I preferred to stay home.- You don't even own your own flesh... Bravecunt. This will be your name from now on.
-Thank you, mistress.- I actually liked the name.
-How does that work, by the way? When or why your mistress rewards you with an orgasm? She has already told me, but I want to hear your version.
-It's not about rewarding anything in particular, mistress. It's hers. She manages it as she sees fit. If my sexual pleasure distracts me from being my mistress' slave then I don't want it. Sometimes I might be desperate enough to ask but a refusal is totally acceptable. I will orgasm only as a consequence of her especific and clear instructions, which depend only on her will. Despite this, she orders me to orgasm an average of four times each week, at least, if that's what you were asking, mistress. A couple of times she has ordered me to masturbate just after I had failed to obey her.
-Wow, that's extreme... Ok..., that's more or less what she said. Well done, slave. But here's the thing. During this weekend you are mine. Normally I would reward you for your ovedience, but I cannot, so I guess that from me you'll only get pain and discomfort. I'm going to enjoy immensely turning you into a crying, whimpering wreck, slave.- Yeah? Do your best, bitch.- I'm not familiar with your safe words, I'm afraid. Poor thing...- She slapped me hard on my cunt. I screamed. I couldn't help myself crying a bit, my poor cunt red and throbbing. I did my best to recover the position quickly. She lifted her hand again. I braced myself for another blow but she just scratched her nape. Then she caressed softly my inner thigh. Mind games? Ok..., let's do this.- It seems that you are used to pain, Bravecunt. We'll test that nonetheless.
-Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.
She chose a route in which finding a traffic jam was less likely. As a consequence the trip was a little longer than the necessary. Only a few passerbies saw me in all my glory and none of them had enough time to take pictures. Finally we arrived to their place. They lived on a rather big house in the suburbs. Two floors, attic, basement, garage, pool, garden and fence. The joker could have parked in the garage but she did so outdoors. She ordered me to step out, assume the position and wait for her. At the other side of the street an old man had stopped the lawnmower to look at me. Mistress Barb clasped the leash around my neck and led me indoors.
-Come to my slave's bedroom, Bravecunt.- She led me upstairs.- You are a bit shorter than Pussylover, she won't mind lending you her stuff, but if she does I will let her punish you. She showed me a black and purple corset made in velvet and leather. Its quarter cups would hightlit my breasts without covering my nipples. As my clit chain was designed to dangle a bit, it wasn't tight against my skin and there was enough slack to pass the corset. She spent a good while lacing it and tying the knots in the middle of my back. A flap of leather covered the laces. Mistress closed the zipper and padlocked it to a ring on top of the corset. Then she fitted on my waist a black and purple velvet garter belt. She gave me a pair of midthigh length stockings and a pair of upper arm length gloves, all in thick nylon.- Wear them, slave.
While I was distracted squeezing my limbs into the tight fabric she brought a sports bag. She rummaged in the closet and kept putting thngs on the bag, I didn't know what exactly. She gave me a string of black silk and ordered me to comb my hair and make a bow tie. My reflection on the mirror astonished me. As most of my legs and arms, plus half of my torso were covered in black and purple, the parts that weren't stood up. It was worse than being naked, the eyes of the observer went directly to the right spots. For some reason my nakedness was making me feel horny.
-Mistress..., I look like a...
-A expensive whore. I know.- She closed the bag's zipper and aproached me with a pair of chains.- Your hair, slave!- She slapped me hard on my ass. While I did my hair she padlocked a pair of shackles on my ankles, around a pair of hand spans of chain.- In a moment though, that will be different.- Once I was done with my hair, she padlocked a pair of manacles, whose chain was a bit shorter than the one on my legs.- Now you look like a expensive slave. A little make up would be ideal, black, purple, maroon...- She went to the closet again and returned with a long leather whip. She encircled my neck a couple of times with the whip so the tip and the handle fell next to my breasts.- Do you see the tip? Is soft and padded. Usually the tip is the most dangerous part, the part that can rip off your skin. But we don't want a bloody mess. We want a bit of pain and leave some sexy welts. Brands that prove your servitude. Look at you. Hold the tip and the handle with your hands. Open your legs!- She slapped my ass again. Then she slidded a finger between my legs and caressed my labia.- Look at your reflection. Which is the message you are sending?
-Whip this slave?
-Whip this horny slave.- She brought to my lips her hand glistening with my juices and I cleaned them as usual. Suddenly she hugged me, bit my neck grabbed my cunt wth both hands and squeezed.- You are making me feel very horny, slave. You are messing with my feelings with your slutty behavior.- She massaged my labia with both her hands. Thank me, slave, for revealing your true self. Do you remember the question you made before? Do me now.
-Mistress, please...- I took her hand and led her to the bed.- Please...- I fell to my knees and helped her take off her trousers. Then I did her panties with my mouth as she liked. They were already wet.- Please, let me adore you.- She nodded. As she wasn't my mistress I didn't give her the full treatment. With my mistress I always began kissing softly her labia. I wanted it to be long lasting to enjoy her taste as best as possible. With mistress Barb I went directly to the point. A single kiss on her clit, deep with my tongue and nibble her clit to finish it quickly. Still she yelled like the bitch in heat she was.
-We have to keep moving, slave.- She stood up after a brief rest. Then she got dressed, opened a drawer, took a transparent plastic bag with a bunch of padlocks and a few keys, and put it in the sports bag.- All the padlocks I'm using on you are equal. You only need one key, but as they are small, we use to lose them very often so we made a lot of copies.- She produced a length of chain from her bag, encircled my waist and used a padlock to join it to the chain between my wrists. She hugged me and grabbed my buttocks.- Don't forget to hold the whip.- She kissed my lips.- Do you like my taste? I hope so because there is a lot more coming.- She made a pause and looked at me.- You are very beautiful, Bravecunt.