During the trip back home I sat on the passengers seat with my lengs bent. Mistress Barb placed the sports bag over my legs so my cunt was concealed. The manacles, though, were visible to anyone close enough. Mistress Barb kept sending messages with her phone all the way. Once on our parking, mistress clasped the leash around my neck and carried the bag.

-Well, slave, we are finally ready for the party. Are you excited?- In the elevator Barb fondled both my breasts and played with my nipples using her thumbs.- Pussylover is a great slave. I may have lost practice with the whip. I hope you won't mind if I can't torture you as severely as I should.

-No, mistress, I don't mind.- What was I supposed to answer? “Please, torture me more?”

Barb ringed and Pussylover opened the door. Her face was glistening with some kind of oily-like substance or...

-Well, Pussylover, you've been busy, it seems.- Oh, no...- Bravecunt, use your tongue to clean your mistress' fluids from Pussylover's face. Then make out with her. With passion. Enjoy it. Oh, my love...- She hugged my mistress again and kissed her deeply. Mistress grabbed Barbara's buttocks and squeezed. Pussylover approached me so I had to start doing what I had been asked.- Do you like what I've made with your slave?

-She's fine, but you're better.- Ouch! She didn't even looked at me and kissed Barb again. They were behaving like two annoying teenagers.

-Thank you, love. I've given her a slave name, Bravecunt.- Mistress laughed and nodded.- Look. I've brought you a few items. Stockings, gloves, several chains in various lengths, all in steel, a bunch of padlocks, leather straps... With the leather cuffs your slave has in his cage you may do a lot of combinations, I'll show you later. We could..., oh you like watching those two sluts making out?- Along those minutes I had been locking lips with Pussylover. More than what I had done with mistress in two years. Even when she wasn't the person I would have chosen I was actually enjoying it. Pussylover was very..., loving. I hadn't realized that mistress was looking at me.

-I was looking at that awesome whip on her neck.- She said.

-Yeah, right? Come.- Barb held mistress' hand and led her to a couch.- Come here, Bravecunt, kneel before me.- I did as ordered. Barb took the whip and showed my mistress. Then she took off her trousers and panties.- Slave, lick me while I show your mistress how does it work. You were very quick at my home, now do it slowly.- Oh, the arrogant bitch... I got busy.- The tip is soft and padded so it shouldn't injure...- Mistress started to unbutton Barbara's jacket.- Is not very long for the same reason...- Mistress undid Barbara's bra. Even she seemed surprised.- The movement of your wrist should...- Mistress sucked on one of Barbara's breasts and cupped the other one.- Love, are you ok?

-No, my goddess.- Ok, not cool! I was licking the bitch's pussy while mistress was hitting on her.- It's been days since the last time I fucked your perfect body. I'm desperate to have you.- God, please, kill me now, I thought. Another side of my brain preferred to counter attack and bit Barbara's labia. She yelped.-  What happened?

-Your slave bit me.

-What!- She yelled.- Ok, let's get rid of all those expensive and nice clothes that she doesn't deserve and we will test the whip.- Shit! I had given them the excuse they were waiting for. Mistress ordered me to assume the position we used when she flogged me. They began practicing with cushions. I was facing the wall so I couldn't see anything but I could hear the crackings.

-So this thing depends on how much pain you want to cause and if you want the welts being visible. If you want them visible hit here.- She hit me between my shoulder blades. The pain was much worse than with the flogger.- Less visible, here.- She hit me on my ass.- Turn around slave. Your turn, love.- Mistress took the whip.- Visible and easy, upper chest.- Mistress hit me horizontally over my breasts. I couldn't hold my tears anymore.- Hard and easy to conceal, below the navel and careful with the tattoo.- The hit was so painful that I couldn't stand stright any longer.- Do you like my gift? Yes, it's for you. We weren't using it already.- Mistress hugged and kissed her again.

-The corset, the chains, the whip... It's too much, love.

-My angel...- They made out again. Watching them was becoming even boring.- For you, anything.

The rest of the night was pretty tranquil. Pussylover and I cooked dinner. The pain of the whips turned slowly into a sharp persistent itch, and the skin had raised a bit. Our mistressed changed into something comfortable and watched TV together on the couch. Sharing kisses and compliments from time to time. The slaves ate sitting on the floor and the mistresses on the table.

After dinner our mistresses tried out the contents of the sports bag. Using the leather cuffs I used when sleeping and several combinations of chains and straps they used me as an articulated doll. Hands together on my lower back, lower front, reversed on my upper back, crossed over my breasts, crossed horizontally on my back, hanging from my neck..., all of them standing. Laying on the floor there were more possibilites: hands tied up to knees, hands tied up to ankles, tied up to the opposite ankle, elbows tied up to knees, a slightly longer chain joining neck and ankles... Even being the doll it was quite exhausting specially as we stopped every now and then because Barb wanted my to use my tongue and mistress wanted to use Pussylover's.

Bedtime came and, if I though that I could have some rest and rebuild, perhaps, a small part of my broken pride, I was wrong. Mistress opened the padlock took off the chastity device and the clit chain, which was very rare. Then I was settled as usual in my cage, hogtied, hands and ankles joined by a padlock, a chain linking the two pairs of limbs. To my amazement mistress ordered Pussylover to get into the cage, and lay down face up behind me, so we were facing each others cunt. Then mistress linked my nose to the cage's floor as usual except that my head was stuck between another woman's legs. Also to my amazement the cage's door closed. Until then I was pretty sure that it was made for one person only. Well, for a big dog actually. Pussylover's feet were flat against the door, her thighs at the sides of my head, and her knees touching the ceiling. Her head was stuck between my legs as well.

-Ok, Bravecunt, this is the plan.- Said Barb.- You are going to lick Pussylover's cunt until she reaches, at least, three orgasms. Keep her awake until then.

-Pussylover this is what you are going to do.- Said mistress.- Lick Bravecunt but don't let her cum.- Oh, come on!- Keep going until she has finished her task. Don't be gentle, suck hard on her clit. Keep her on the edge, gaping and flowing.- Unbelievable...

Mistress and Barb undressed each other pausing often to touch and kiss, accompanied by giggles and promises of everlasting love. Pussylover's lips on my slit weren't capable of distracting me from something that was eating me from inside. How could mistress do that only a few weeks after her offer? They got into my old bed, totally naked and kept kissing and fondling. The first of the night's aborted orgasms engulfed my body and blocked my mind. Then I realized that, I wouldn't have any rest until Dinah had had enough. I had to ignore the messages coming from my groin and get busy on hers or my night would be very long

-Oh, love, I need to taste again that beautiful pussy of yours.- Barb said and got into the sheets. Before my attentions on Pussylover's groin would have affected her substantially, the second of my aborted orgasms hit me like a tsunami and I had to stop again.

-No, my goddess, please. Not with the slaves listening.- Mistress held Barbara's chin and took it back to the pilow and to her lips.- That's my personal paradise and I want it only for myself.- I couldn't hold my tears anymore. Supposedly mistress and I would never have that kind of relationship, but clearly she could have it with another woman. The third aborted orgasm defeated my defenses. Three to zero. I realized that Pussylover knew when should she stop because all my body tensed and stopped working on her. With all those distractions I was digging my own tomb. I musted concentrate on what I had literally in front of my nose. For the rest of the night I did my best to ignore the two annoying lovebirds making out on my bed.

My sweet torture seemed to last forever. Even when mistress and Barb had already fallen asleep in each other's arms, in the most erotic and tight hug I had ever seen outside a movie, I was still there. Dinah's attentions had slowed its rythm because she was tired, I guessed. At some point the upper functions of my brain had stopped and I started working on autopilot. With each aborted peak my recovery time was shorter as its intensity was also weaker. Finally, Dinah reached the third and I could sleep placing my face against her thigh.

-So what do you say about my plan?- Mistress' hand awakened me. She released my nose chain so Pussylover could get out. I was shocked when she unlocked my ankle cuffs but closed again the door leaving me trapped.

-The four of us living in your house? And you would marry me?- What!? Was that true or just a sick dream? - No, love, I cannot accept that. I'm working class. I'm not good enough for you.- What!!?

-My concubine, then. I will put a chastity belt on your crotch and a chain around your throat, all in gold, and lock you to my bed. You will spend the whole day, horny as hell, waiting for me.- The bitch!

-Oh, my goddess, I already am.- What the hell!?

-Mistress...- I babbled just before they had left me alone in the bedroom.- Should I give you your morning treatment?

-No, slave, my beloved Barbara and Pussylover will take care of me. I don't want a useless shit like you bothering us.

With my hands free I changed into a more comfortable position. I couldn't understand anything. Which one was exactly my mistake? I couldn't contain my tears. The previous day's events had been too much. How could they have developed such a close relationship? I hadn't seen any clues before. They didn't show anything when we four were together. And suddenly mistress seemed so infatuated and Barbara so desperate to please and... Holy shit, it was an act. “Don't wait too much...”, mistress said. She wanted to make me jealous. Well, mission fucking accomplished. My sadness turned into rage. The joke wasn't fucking funny. The joke was... It was actually kind of funny.

About an hour later Barbara returned, opened the sliding panel on the ceiling of my cage and placed an empty bowl inside and another one with cereals and chopped fruits. She showed me a glass containing a clear green liquid, after I was done eating.

-Do you know what is this, slave? It's my pee.- She poured it in the empty bowl. Oh, I hated that bitch so much. A part of me was telling me that she was lying but I was so angry that logic didn't work.- I've made it for you. Aren't you going to thank me, you ungrateful slave?- I didn't say anything.- Kendra is going to know about this offense. Drink. Now, slave!- After a brief hesitation I drank. It's taste was surprisingly good.- Do you like it, slave? It's not pee, of course. It's pineapple juice.- She caressed my hair and face.- I'm flattered, though. Knowing that you are so interested we might do it for real.- Yeah? Screw you.- You must hate me so much, right now.- Oh, you can bet.- Then I've made my job.- You've done your what!?- Your mistress doesn't want a weak puppy, whinning all day, laying down on the floor, craving attention. You were a tigress when she met you, right? Don't dissapoint her.- She took the empty bowls and closed the sliding panel. Then she opened the door.- Get to the bathroom, slave, shower, do what you must.- She unlocked my wrist cuffs and took out the butt plug.

No one seemed to be waiting for me or caring about my existence so I took my time. That was the first shower alone in many months so I enjoyed it immensely. My pussy was open, I could take advantage, but, for some reason, that particular day I wanted mistress' permission more than ever. Something related to karma, maybe. When I got out of the bathroom Barb and Dinah were already dressed. Mistress was reading something on the laptop.

-We're leaving, darling. We'll keep in touch, yes?- Dinah asked and I nodded. She kissed me on the cheek. Barb offered me her hand. I took it and kissed it on the back with a big smile. In the shower I had had time to think. She had been a bit rude, that was true, but the bleeding wound made with a rusty knife was mistress' merit. They left.

-Sit here, slave.- Mistress tapped on the couch next to her. Still searching for the appropriate words to tell her I sat down. She circled my back with her arm and placed my legs between hers. Then she showed me what had she been reading. It was a quite detailed skript explaining the previous day's events. Apparently, Mistress and Barb had been exchanging ideas through their e-mails, with Dinah's collaboration. In case of contradiction mistress' opinion prevailed as the victim was going to be me. Her hand reached my labia and caressed them softly.- In case you were wondering, no, they aren't rich. Not enough for a golden chastity belt, anyways. They just have good salaries and live together. And yes, Barb knew your safe words.- I was right, then. They were pretending.

-So..., do you want to marry me, Kendra?- That may not be the best moment, as I was quite angry but... Well, actually I had made up my mind weeks ago. I guess, I just needed an incentive. My jealousy wasn't appropriate that day but it might be any other day.

-No, not today. Ask me the question any other day.- She rubbed her forehead against my cheek.- I did't want to push you, I just wanted to know if you cared.

-I do care, it seems. Ok then, I'll ask you tomorrow again.