Eliza came around in front, one hand gracefully trailing both leashes over a shoulder as she sashayed towards the door that had been behind my chair. Through the portal we went, into what turned out to be a fairly well appointed dungeon. Nothing at all even close to the bondage kingdom that was awaiting me back home, but still a pretty fair set up. Equipment was neatly racked along the walls, and in a few well-placed floor to wall cupboards. A triple set of wardrobes had changes of clothes arrayed in them. Bondage furniture was scattered around, though the dominating piece was the resplendent throne like chair and platform that was featured along the far wall from the entrance.

Eliza confidently breezed towards it, and once there she snapped my leash through a holder on the side of the throne.

She cupped my chin in her hand, “You’ll wait for me here like a good boy, yes?”

I nodded with a smile, “Yes Mistress.” As she pulled her hand away I twisted my head to sneak a quick kiss. A lightning fast broad smile flashed across her face, leaving a little light in her eyes. Then she turned away, to minister to Red.

She bent the girl over the side of the throne, her hooded head pointed in my direction. She unzipped Red’s suit, massaging her ass as she did. Red moaned and shook her rear at Eliza, who responded with a few playful spanks. Red squeaked and squealed at that, and Eliza gave her a few pats on the rump once she was done. Then, a quick look to ensure I was watching, and Eliza slowly, ever so slowly, drew out the butt plug. She held it up and gave it a small shake, and I heard a little rattle from within. I looked at her quizzically, Red still gasping between us from the removal, and Eliza chuckled,

“This was going to be part of the punishment for when you lost at the maze Red, but as you managed to eke out a victory with my boy…” She fiddled with the plug, and suddenly the back of it popped open, spilling keys into Eliza’s hand.

“Let’s get you unlocked…wench.” She chuckled as Red groaned, and bent to her task.

Eliza methodically went about unlocking Red from her restraints, though keeping her hands locked in those weird gloves effectively prevented any hope Red might have entertained at making a break for it. Off came everything else though. Once completely shorn Eliza then stripped her of her kinky outfit. Off came the high-heeled boots. Off came the catsuit, and the hood, and the gloves at last.

There Red stood, blinking in the light after so long in darkness, naked save for the collar around her neck. As she began to look around Eliza snatched up her arms and cuffed her with a set of leather cuffs. Hauling her back from behind, Eliza captured her mouth in a fierce kiss that drew a muffled exclamation of surprise from Red. And a painful stirring from below for me. The kiss lasted a few moments and then Eliza sharply drew back, shoving Red back down to face me as she tried to get her breathing back under control. Eliza looked up at me,

“Now let’s get you sorted.”

Now it was my turn to be bent over the throne’s arm, virtually nose to nose with Red as Eliza fished around for the handcuff key. I avoided Red’s eyes, every now and then darting up glances. She was watching Eliza and me with interest. A slight flush crept into my face every time she looked down at me.

I gave a sudden sharp gasp as the metal whatever it was was drawn out of my behind. A few odd seconds of emptiness back there was ended as the familiar head of my security plug was gently pushed into place. I hummed and moaned, my hands gripping the armrest, eyes screwed shut through the process.

“There we go.” Eliza gave me a firm spank as the plug went home.

“Gaaah!”

She paid my outburst no mind though, instead unzipping my shock suit and slowly stripping me out of it. At every turn, once new skin was shown, she spent a few minutes rubbing and massaging my limbs as they cleared the suit. I felt a sigh escape me. It was oddly relaxing. Despite staring into Red’s face during most of the process. With the suit off, Eliza hauled me back upright, grabbing the back of my hand and hungrily kissing me. This was no brief but fierce affair as Red’s had been. No. Eliza pushed me back into the throne, one hand locked on the back of my head, the other tight around my waist. I gingerly wrapped my arms around her waist, and as the kiss grew slightly harder I felt a thrill that I had guessed right.

As we broke, finally, for air, Eliza kept my face in close to hers. Our foreheads still touched as she looked into my eyes.

“My boy.” The statement was just that. A matter of fact. I grinned and nodded, happy in the security of her arms. She held me there for a few more moments, gently swaying with me back and forth, until at last, my traitorous face began to blush at the prolonged eye contact. She grinned and then gently turned me round, “I think I’ll leave you in this hood for now little one.”

“Thank you Mistress!”

She chuckled at the clear enthusiasm for the decision in my voice, “I think I want you wearing something that shows off that delicious butt of yours. Don’t move.”

Apparently the choice du jour for such a requirement was a pair of black latex shorts. I was happy enough to finally have something to clothe myself, though Eliza made it difficult enough to get the damned things on as she groped and squeezed my rear in the course of my dressing.

That now done, we were both unhooked from our respective places on either side of the throne. After unlocking our cuffs Eliza sent us both scurrying out in front of the massive chair with a brief imperious gesture. There we stood. Red in her collar and not another stitch on her. Me in my own collar, hood, and shorts. My cage felt tight, but not yet at the point of hurting. What was happening next?

 Eliza regally settled herself into the throne, gazing down on the pair of us like…well like slaves I suppose. She looked every inch a fetish queen up there. My cage felt tighter. Damn it.

“Now my dear little slaves. Time for your prize for winning the maze.” She snapped her fingers, “Red. On your knees.”

Red sank to the floor, her hands automatically going behind her back to be clasped there, thrusting her chest out a bit. She had definitely gotten some training. I found myself fidgeting as I tried not to look down at Red. I could feel the heat from her proximity to me. I stared off into the distance, quivering. What was going to happen?

“David.”

My name snapped my attention back, out of my head. Back to the here and now. I looked at my Mistress, resplendent on her throne.

Her mouth quirked, “You are going to dominate your fellow slave for your Mistress.”

I froze. Red sucked in a breath next to me.

I mean I really locked up. I’m sure my eyes just about bulged out of my head at that. I wasn’t a dom. I wasn’t anywhere close to a dom! The maze was one thing, but I had been tied there. I couldn’t…

I can’t…

There’s no way…

She’s asking the impossible!

I’m not a doooooooooooooooooom!!!!

My mouth was hanging open at this point, my mental babbling now extruding into the real world. It wasn’t really words that were coming out, there were too many thoughts all jumbled up there. I was stammering without any sort of sense. Trying to make her see. This was just crazy. Crazy! I couldn’t—

Her crop slammed against the side of the throne. I flinched at the sound, my words cut off in one stroke. But I kept my eyes on her, pleading with her to see sense. I. Could. Not. Do. This.

“I don’t recall asking for excuses or opinions from you.” Her eyes were hard, and her clipped tone spoke of an almighty thrashing if my babbling started up again.

The extent of my discomfort at this idea must have been plain because her gaze softened a bit after a few moments, and her voice grew quieter and encouraging, “This is a reward honey.”

I looked down at Red, who had turned herself to kneel towards me, an encouraging look on her face. Back at Mistress Eliza,

“You can do this Davey.”

I took a breath. And another. Steadying myself a little. A last imploring look towards Mistress Eliza, for some different sort of reward, was only met with her settling back into her chair.

Deep breath.

Fine, I can do this.

I can do this.

Craaaaaaaap.

I have to move. I have to go. I took a step.

Deep breath.

Ok.

My legs seemed to be working again, despite the occasional tremor. I walked over, carefully, to where one of our discarded leashes was lying on the floor. I stooped and picked it up. Eliza had been watching intently this entire time, though it was difficult to tell if she was standing by to help or punish. I darted glances at her as I slowly made my way back to Red, hoping for help if it came to it. Red, for her part, still wore that encouraging little smile. She seemed to be aware, at least a little bit, that this sort of role was seriously freaking me out.

So there were no theatrics. No sassy resistance or cutting words as I approached her, like a hunter approaches an unfamiliar and potentially dangerous animal. I raised the snap end of the leash, my hand shaking a little. Red lifted her chin, exposing the d-ring on her collar. I gently reached down and snapped the leash on.

Click

I was holding another slave’s leash in my hands now. Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. I looked back to Eliza, whose expression and posture had not changed. She was clearly expecting me to go through with this and dominate Red. The girl who tried to capture me. Gaaaaaaaah.

I looked down at this girl. This slave girl. Mine for the next however long.

“Umm, up please?”

“You are not asking Davey, you are ordering.” Eliza’s tone was not a sharp rebuke. More the tone of one instructing a somewhat dense trainee. I flushed, and the faintest ghost of a smile flitted across Red’s face.

I gave the leash a tug. Establish some bloody authority here, “Up!”

Red scrambled up to her feet, and I turned away to look for ideas. Where to start? Hell, how to start? How the hell do I dominate this girl without making a complete and utter fool of myself in front of my Mistress?

I pondered on that for a few moments. Red stood patiently beside and behind me, hands still clasped behind her back. I looked over to Mistress Eliza, at her gorgeous figure sitting enthroned before us, and an idea sputtered to life.

“C’mon.” I gave the leash another tentative tug. Red obligingly followed along behind as I carefully approached Eliza. Her stern look had become less so as I obeyed her, and she now looked speculatively towards the pair of us as we approached her. I halted in front of her, and gave Red’s leash a couple more tugs to position her in front of the throne. Eliza cocked an eyebrow silently at me. As if to ask exactly what I thought I was up to.

“Kiss our Mistress’ boots…slave.” The final word sounded a lot more hesitant, practically stammered out, than I had intended. That was supremely weird to say to someone else. Crapsakes!

Red smoothly knelt down in front of Eliza, and planted three deep kisses on each booted foot. After the sixth kiss she raised her head back up, arms still behind her, to flash Eliza a bit of her sassy grin. Then she turned to look at me expectantly.

Eliza looked back over too, that eyebrow rising back up. Nothing was said. But nothing had to be said. I understood that look all too bloody well. You can do better than that.

Crap.

I turned, mind frantically racing. What could I do? What did I know? My eyes lit on a distant structure. That might do it.

I tugged Red away from Eliza, back across part of the room to where a bondage horse was situated, its padded surfaces gleaming slightly in the low dungeon lighting. As I led her over I found myself checking behind every few moments to make sure she was really still following. Nerves, man. They suck.

We reached the bondage horse with no incident. I grabbed a pair of leather cuffs that were nearby and turned to Red.

Deep breath.

Deep breath.

Not trusting myself to speak I gestured for her to give me her hands. She held out slim wrists in front of her, that same little smile on her face. I was internally grateful for that. If there had been a hint of mockery staring back at my pathetic attempts thus far I think I might have broken down. I was a jumble of nerves right on the edge of just sitting down and shaking. But her little smile, and Eliza’s continued presence in the room, gave me some degree of comfort.

I can do this.

Maybe.

I wrapped the first cuff around her wrist, buckling it snugly shut. Then the other. I moved out and behind her, one hand tentatively touching her upper arm. The tiniest bit of pressure to bring them back. Back they came. I brought them together and then snapped them in place. She was cuffed.

Red let out a faint moan. I found myself moving my hand up, sliding it ever so gently across her shoulders and bare back. She moaned louder this time, trembling a little at the lightness of the touch, goosebumps rising along her skin.

I looked back at Eliza, worried about her reaction. She just smiled back at me, that warm tinge to it, and gave me a confident smile.

Ok then. Maybe I can really do this.

I pressed Red firmly down onto the bondage horse, with her giving a quite satisfied hum as my hand pressed into her back. I steadied her legs against the pillars of the contraption, and then used the wide leather belts attached to it to secure her at the ankle, knee, and thigh. Her lower body was now essentially welded to the horse. Good. Good. Ok. I searched the small table next to her, picking out a panel gag with a cherry red ball on the inside. I shyly turned back and gave the gag a little jingle in Eliza’s sight. She gave me a little ‘go on’ sort of motion.

“Open up.” My order was clearer this time. Red’s mouth dropped open without protest, and in went the gag. I buckled it in snugly, not going too tight. I didn’t want to appear ungrateful for her manner. Speaking of which…

I wandered back over to the small covered area where I had gotten the gag from, looking through for…

Ha! Found it.

Out from the cabinet came a large wand vibrator. At the sight of it Red’s eyes went a little wide, and she started to squirm against the bondage horse. I went back over to her, two additional leather straps in my hands as well. The vibrator I buckled onto her leg, cushioning the head up nicely against where it would do her the most good.

I chanced a fresh glance back at Eliza, who was now leaning forward in her throne with interest, a grin spreading across her face. Red was breathing more deeply now, long steady breathes. I could fix that.

I stood up behind Red and gave her rump a quick smack. She gave a surprised squeal at the sudden contact. That seemed to work. Well then.

I gave her five more on that cheek, then followed up with another half dozen on the other. Again, not too hard. I didn’t really want to punish her. Not with her being so…well, nice about the whole thing. With the twelfth strike’s imprint still faintly crimson on her rear, I reached down and flicked the vibrator onto a purring buzzing low. Red was moaning constantly now, humping herself forward against the horse.

I giggled at a sudden thought, and leaned down next to Red’s ear, “Maybe that knight was right about your wantonness eh? Wench.” I giggled again, shot through with nervousness. Red gave a loud moan, but managed to crack her eyes open long enough to roll them at me. A joke. We’d managed to have a joke. Progress? Who knew.

I ran my hand along her bound wrists, feeling a little thrill at the contact. This was…well, this was actually kind of fun. A bit at least. Definitely would not want to be in charge all the time. Or often at all. Maybe once a year? I consciously stopped myself. Mental babbling. Gah.

I decided to be a little more daring and, with Red moaning encouragement, began to run my hands along her back and sides. Keeping my touch light enough that wherever it passed goosebumps followed along her skin. Tracing light little patterns with my fingers and occasionally a nail here and there. Red was really moaning now, the combination of vibrations and teasing touches pushing her along. Nearing an edge.

I watched her grind herself on the horse. Getting close now, to judge by the moans. Closer. Then, spurred on by a sudden thought, I pulled back, removing my teasing hands, and flicked the vibrator off.

“MMMMMMmpppgaaaaahhhhhh!!” Red yelled into her gag, bucking against the restraints that held her in place.

“Oh well done,” Eliza chuckled, “Davey you teasing little minx.”

“I learned from the best Mistress,” I replied, a bashful grin easing onto my face at her evident pleasure in my performance.

She gave me a sly smile at that, and I felt my blush deepen a little.

Once Red had calmed down and ceased her thrashing I unbuckled her from the horse, taking care to steal a little stroke or touch here and there along her sides and arms. The light touches kept her agitated and, when I went to pick up the leash she crowded a little close to me. Her eyes were a little wilder than before over the top of the panel gag. I gave her a smile back, still a little timid, but not as much anymore. I was really being allowed to be in control here. She was cuffed and collared. On my leash. I felt so surreal.

Next up, I pulled her along. Over to the wall we went, closer to Eliza, where a St Andrews cross had been set up. In less than a minute I had her spread-eagled against the cross, strapped in all snug. I scurried back over to the horse and returned with the vibrator, the straps, and a dangling pair of vibrating nipple clamps. Red grunted her approval of my selection, and I set to buckling the vibrator back in place. Not waiting until I was fully done, once the vibrator was strapped in place I flicked it back on its low setting.

A low and continuing moan greeted its buzzing, and I straightened up in front of her with the nipple clamps in hand. When I started to put the first one on, as it closed over the nipple Red let out the loudest groan yet, thrusting her chest forward at me, and startling me enough to almost drop the damned things. Certainly I jerked backwards for a moment before shaking my head and bending back in to secure them onto both breasts. I gingerly, ever so gingerly, ran a curious finger over her breasts, drawing fresh moans from my captive, before flicking the nipple vibrators on.

As I reached in towards her to begin my teasing routine again, I suddenly felt the plug inside me buzz to life. I staggered a bit, and then turned to see Eliza present me with a blankly innocent face. That bloody expressive eyebrow of hers came up slightly as if to say: whatever could be wrong Davey? Bloody cat got the canary sort of look too. Gaaaaaaaah.

Red, meanwhile, had immediately begun gyrating and trying to grind the empty air in front of her as her breasts and clit were assaulted with sensation. She pushed herself this way and that, and after one final look towards Eliza, I went back to tracing her arms, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs with delicate touches and teasing caresses. This was…actually kinda fun.

The next hour passed in a bit of a blur. The constant, and varying pulses from my own plug, coupled with the unfamiliar yet undeniable excitement of being in control, put me in a weird sort of zen. Red stayed up on that cross, suffering under my teasing fingers, for pretty much the whole hour. I hadn’t really meant to be in one place for so long, but I ended up getting lost in my finger-tracing. Finally, towards the end of the hour, as I made little circles with one finger around her stomach (She seemed to enjoy that almost as much as I did), I reached down and suddenly flicked the vibrator up from low to high. Red’s response was to try to launch herself into the ceiling from the way she suddenly began thrashing and screaming into her gag.

“Mmmmmpprprrrhhhhh!”

“You wanna cum Red?”

“Asaawayyyyeeeaaarrr!” Thrash, thrash, thrash.

“You wanna cum you gotta ask nicely. Those are the rules.”

“Ppppwwaaaagggsssseeee lleeeeemmmmmeeeeee uuuummmmmmmmmmm!!!”

I felt a sudden up tick in my own plug inside me, and leaned forward from the sensation, grabbing for support. I ended up grabbing a shoulder and a tit respectively. As she shuddered and gasped with the sudden pleasure of that I managed to croak out, “Cum then…wench.”

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!” She shrieked into her gag mere seconds later as the orgasm rocked through her. I clung to my handholds on her, partly to prop myself up, and partly to prolong the experience.

When she was finally done, and slumped forward in her bondage, I summoned the strength to lean down and switch the vibrator back to low. Off went the nipple clamps, with short little gasps of pain-pleasure from Red. I wearily began to unsnap her from the cross, my own plug pulsing. Now high, now low. I didn’t dare look back for the moment at Eliza. Though I’m quite sure she had the biggest grin on her face while my back was turned. Just watching my rump quiver and shake under its latex covering as she tormented it with sensation.

Once down from the cross I had to half carry a partly comatose Red over to the floor in front of Mistress’ throne. Once there I snagged another pair of leather cuffs to buckle onto her ankles. Then it was up, up, up into a fairly snug little hogtie in front of Eliza’s throne. I unbuckled her gag, and placed it off to the side. Might need it later.

That done I gave her a gentle pat on the head and wandered back off to the wardrobe. I rooted around until I found a decent looking pair of lace up boots, with a modest three inch heel. Back I went to deposit myself at Eliza’s feet, lacing up both boots, and then scooting myself up so I sat on the platform the throne was on. I reached over and tentatively picked up the crop that Eliza had used to snap me back into line at the start of this endeavor. She was watching me throughout, carefully now as if to ensure I didn’t mess this up in the final stretch.

I tapped Red with the crop and she raised her head, giving a moan as the vibrator continued to keep her aroused, “Now you’ll worship both of our boots wench.” The crop felt clumsy in my hand as I gave it a bit of a wave overhead, “Or I’ll…smack you.”

Out of sight I heard a sound that might have been supressed giggles from Mistress Eliza, but when I looked back there was not a trace of hilarity. Just her smile. And perhaps a light to her eyes that could be hilarity. Could be something else entirely. Bloody adorable. I dropped my eyes, conscious that I would be flaming red if I kept looking at her, and turned my eyes back to Red.

She had begun to follow my last instructions, inching herself closer so that she could attend to both our sets of feet. Alternating between the two of us, first two kisses for mine, then two for Eliza. I chanced another glance up at Eliza, and seeing that she was watching Red, I started to lightly trace the crop over Red, eliciting more moans. Once or twice I had to give her a tap or two with it, as she lingered over a boot while a sudden wave of pleasure would overtake her.

Eventually I felt a hand settle on me, gripping the intersection of shoulder, neck, and collar, “Alright little one, stand up.”

I scrambled up to my feet, taking care not to stumble over Red as she lay moaning on the floor. Eliza stepped over Red, and yanked me in close, one hand gripping my butt. The other grabbed the crop, dropped it, and then came up to trace my jaw,

“My my, what a gentle Dom my brave boy is hmmmm?”

I moaned at her touch. This was better. Better than any amount of being in charge. Having her close. Having her trace a finger along my jaw, or grab my rear, or….or anything with her.

“I…she…mmmmm…I just thought, since we beat the maze together I…I shouldn’t get all the fun Mistress.”

I felt the plug kick up a notch inside me.

“How very thoughtful of you Davey.” She ran her free hand over my chest and stomach, keeping a firm grip on my rear, “Such a good boy.” Flush. “Such a thoughtful boy.” More flush.

She hooked a finger through my collar and pulled me in for a long, lingering kiss. Not the forceful domination of before, where her ownership was planted like a flag for any and all to see. This one was, if anything, better. More powerful. She was utterly in control of me, of Red watching the two of us, of everything in this room. I brought my hands around settle, so lightly, on her waist.

“Mmmmmmmhhmmmmmm.” She nodded mid-kiss at my move, holding it for another few moments before finally letting me surface for air. I fidgeted a little as she looked at me, not quite sure what to do now. Did I keep going? Was this something new? What—

She seemed to sense that I was once again slipping into mental incoherence, because she shifted her grip to snag a wrist and snapped a cuff onto it. I gave a trembling sort of sigh as she brought my arms around behind me to cuff me fully. She gave a little chuckle, and an intimate sort of eyeroll that wasn’t mocking so much as acknowledging my weird quirk in her own way. She looked down at Red who was now busying herself with humping the floor in an effort to grind out orgasm number two. Not much luck thus far.

“You don’t mind if I take your master away from you for a bit do you Red?”

She moaned and managed a breathy, “No Mistress…hhaaaaaaaaannnngggggg”

“Good girl. Finally learning.” She led me up to the throne where she settled herself once more. I knelt down in front of her, and she bent forward to brush a kiss across my forehead.

“You were a very brave boy for me Davey. You did very well.”

 “Thank you Mistress. She…Red, I mean…she helped. I…uhm, I didn’t think I could do…” I gestured vaguely with my cuffed hands, “all that.”

“But you did,” she stroked my hooded cheek and smiled once more.

I felt something in my chest thrum as I met her gaze, and all I could do was grin my big smile at her in response. I didn’t have the words to communicate this feeling. Instead I bunted my head forward to rest it in her lap. I felt and heard her give a little chuckle above me, and then her gentle fingers running down my naked back for a few gloriously relaxing moments.

She tapped my head and I looked up, settling back onto my heels.

“I think I’ve stressed your brain out sufficiently for tonight Davey. Get on the floor and lean over that table.”

I sprang up and then down the steps to the indicated table, a feeling of relief coursing through me. I felt her step up against me, her leg kicking apart my own to stand in her customary manner. My caged dick hard against the table. Off came the temporary metal cuffs. I kept my hands firmly behind me though, not daring to remove them from her.

As I felt the first soft touch of leather engulfing my arms once more, I breathed out a happy sigh. All was right with the world.