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Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut
Chapter 3
While she was away, my disobedient penis became its usual unruly self, rising like a phoenix from the ashes. My new perfect mistress returned with her three friends and was confronted by my emboldened sex organ, once more aroused, firm and eager to continue the unequal struggle despite the reinforcements that had arrived to subdue it permanently. I heard voices first and comments concerning the fresh welts from the caning I'd received earlier in the day.
" Nice work Marci, but there is still plenty of empty space on that cute ass that is calling out to me and my trusty cat-o'-nine-tails." That comment brought laughter from the group and a blush to the face of my new mistress.
" I had nothing to do with those marks. In fact, based on what I am seeing, he is making light of the blows that his rampant sex organ received from my rubber truncheon." Marci's admission brought some mocking sighs and disapproving clucks from her coterie.
Now the trio came into view, and my erection turned from wood into steel, increasing in size and stiffness. The harness of straps pinning my swollen member in that rough wooden channel strained to contain it. Marci ordered her friends to step back and give her room so she could resume beating the stiffness from my aroused sex organ. She was merciless, pounding the hard leather club across my twitching cock, beginning at the bulbous head and marching down its throbbing length to my groin.
I became so fixated on the three new goddess-like creatures that Marci's assault on my fractious sex organ melted into the background, becoming at best wallpaper for the eyes and elevator music for the ears. Standing more than a head taller than her two companions was this blonde Amazon with breasts jutting from the bustier she wore beneath her leather jacket. The jacket was open just enough to bare her convex midriff featuring a pierced navel. To complete her outfit she wore a pair of short shorts that appeared to be sprayed over her plump pudenda, so tight that the material outlined her fat cunt lips. To complete her ensemble her two tapered columns of flesh were housed in leather boots with at least three inch heels. All I could imagine was her firm rounded buttocks descending onto my face as I lay there naked and helpless, my penis stiff with lust and my tongue pushed as far out of my mouth as it could be, homing in on that dark, puckered region she was displaying as her hands held those impressive cheeks apart.
Returning to reality I took a very close look at the vision of youthful beauty flanking the blonde Amazon's left. She had auburn hair cut short, but not extreme. Her green eyes were focused on what was transpiring between my rampant sex organ and Marci's hard length of leather, and those orbs seemed to dance as the unequal struggle now intruded into my consciousness for a brief moment, then receded as I gave her my undivided attention. She was dressed almost as if she was coming from a tennis match. Her peach colored skirt would never have been deemed appropriate for a public exhibition , since it ended but a few inches from her crotch. I could hardly wait for her to make some type of bending movement so I could ascertain what, if anything, covered her pubes. The top was a bolder and deeper shade that contrasted strongly with that brief, very feminine skirt. It was also form fitting and called attention to her pert breasts that poked against the fabric trying to contain them. I would guess her to be no older than perhaps sixteen, and still developing. Her best feature however was her long tapering legs that seemed to go on forever. I could easily imagine those limbs wrapping around my waist, or better still my shoulders, so I could inhale her musky scent.
The third member of the trio was pencil thin and clad in shimmering black latex that seemed to flow over her bony frame. Her face was a combination of alabaster skin highlighted by strategic areas of black coating her lips and making her eyes appear to be hollows in her almost gaunt face. Her piercing eyes were as black as night and the straight black hair that may have been enhanced somewhat and probably had been ironed as well, hung down to a few inches above her shoulder. The word "goth" immediately came to mind, but her all over impression was more aggressive than passive. When she licked her lips with a tongue that was blood red, I became even more sexually excited, much to the dismay of my perfect mistress who was having a very difficult time getting the attention of my totally out of control sex organ. I was utterly mortified when my perfect mistress grew frustrated at her inability to control the raging length of flesh jutting from my loins, and tossed her rubber hose to the floor.
"I'll not be embarrassed in my own home in the presence of my dearest friends by a person such as this. He will yield to my wishes or I will have my father arrange for him to be incarcerated so that he might be punished properly for his disobedience. In the meantime I will mark him so that he will never forget his place again!"
With these words Marci reached for the weighted cane prominently displayed among the gallery of whipping implements. I shuddered at what that monster might do to my bruised and swollen sex organ. Now that I was no longer distracted by the trio of exciting females surrounding me, I began to realize the level of pain she had caused. Still the stimulation that flooded my senses as I enjoyed the sights and scents these demi-goddesses projected translated to a degree of stiffness in my penis that was impressive.
Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and Marci was deterred from attacking me further with a weapon that most likely would have caused permanent damage to my person. Despite her status as the daughter of the town's police chief, nothing would have protected her from the wrath of my uncle, a man of tremendous influence that reached far beyond the boundaries of this seaside enclave of wealth. The quartet moved a distance from where I stood, my body trembling in anticipation of what might occur once their meeting was concluded. I could make out an occasional word, but nothing to give me any inkling of what was to be my fate.
The Amazon and the Goth seemed to be doing most of the talking, which was a bit surprising since I was obviously the property of Marci, that was definitely the name of my teenaged mistress. Finally there seemed to be a meeting of the minds and the four beauties now turned their attention to me. By now the pain from the brutal beating that Marci had inflicted on my penis was taking its toll and I was shivering from the steady pain now radiating from my swollen, discolored member.
"From the looks of that tool and the way he's shaking, I'd say that you did a much better job on that ugly, undisciplined thing than you give yourself credit for."
The Amazon's words brightened up my perfect mistress, who glared at me and waved her club in my direction, causing me to shut my eyes and hope for the best. Suddenly I felt a finger insinuating itself between my cheeks and worming past my sphincter to begin probing my rectum in search of that lump of flesh that controlled part of my sexual responses. Since the invasive digit had easily penetrated me, it probably belonged to either the Goth or the auburn-haired beauty. As soon as I opened my eyes it became immediately apparent that the vision of darkness was doing the honors, and rather quickly homing in on her target, my prostate. She began teasing it with practiced skill and I wondered if perhaps she was bisexual, such as myself. I immediately chastised myself for this breach of loyalty to my new perfect mistress, and vowed to confess my sin to her as soon as we were alone.There would prove to be many days of terrible pain and suffering before that moment arrived. It was Marci who pronounced my sentence and as she did, I cursed my impetuous penis, vowing to bring it under control if it was my last act of this earth.
"My closest friends have advised me that you require their support in becoming the docile sex slave that I envision. In truth they agree that involving my father and the resources that he has at his disposal would yield the same result, but at some price for me with respect to the relationship that now exists between he and I. I understand their point and agree that you are certainly not worth any deterioration in my current position. Therefore they will take turns taming you to my specifications."
"Each has selected an aspect of your makeup that must be trained to meet my goal of having someone who will be available to satisfy any and all of my physical needs. During your training period you will remain under the roof of whoever is training you, except when your particular services are required by your uncle, who according to my father has a great deal of influence on our little community. He will represent me in any negotiations between your uncle and myself on issues that have the potential to cause conflicts between us."
"Martina will be your first instructor, and shall be treated as if she were I. She, like your other trainers, has the authority to discipline you when and how she sees fit. More importantly, she may at her disgression call upon others, all women I might add, to assist her in both your training and discipline. Once she is satisfied that you have reached the goals she has set, you will be turned over to another of my closest friends for further instruction under the same set of rules. I will be most distressed if you are not returned to me, fully trained, within ten days."
The blonde Amazon had taken leave in order to make a phone call to her mother, announcing that they'd be having a guest for the next few days. By the time she returned, Marci had turned to her friends and they were holding a discussion, probably about exactly what each one was expected to accomplish during my various training sessions. Martina busied herself in getting me prepared for the walk to her house. Soon I was swaddled in a robe that covered my naked body from knee to neck, and hid the fact that my wrists were held behind my back by a pair of handcuffs, a loan from Marci. In addition Martina had attached a weight to my scrotum that with every step I took, stretched my sack and its contents in a most painful manner. Her cohorts were impressed by her command of the situation, and the way in which she made certain that I would not stray while we made the trip to where her mother awaited us. From the bits and pieces of their whispered conversation that I heard, Martina's mother was someone highly respected by this circle of teenagers. Since I had caused this situation with my insensitive behavior, there was no way that I could argue that what would probably occur to me in the next week or so was not of my own making. I just hoped that I would give a good account of myself, enough to make my new perfect mistress accept me as her sex slave.
The trek over the sand with the sun beating down on my robed body and the cruel weight swinging from my scrotum with every step was an ordeal that intensified with each minute we walked toward what seemed like a dot on the horizon. At long last, just as I thought that another step would be my last, we arrived at a small, charming house surrounded by a picket fence. Martina told me to wait outside the front door while she entered. I took this period to regain my composure and prepare to meet the Amazon's mother. At last the door was opened wide and I was confronted by a weather beaten woman clad in a bikini, her body tapered and quite muscular. It was obvious from her body and those flashing gray-green eyes that this was Martina's mother. I tried to keep my eyes lowered as befitting my status, but she was like a magnet and I could not help them from roving over that awesome shape. The more I stared, the harder my penis became. Despite the pain from the weight that by now felt as if it was strangling my testicles, my rod stiffened fully. Her physical prominence had overcome my awe and fear. I could hardly wait for whatever she would demand from this unworthy sissy slut of a slave.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)
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