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THREE SLAVES FOR THREE
SADISTS
PART 3
After allowing the “guards”
Blackie and Brownie several minutes to get Blondie into position in the
flogging frame, Mistresses Nadine and Jeanette joined me for the short walk to
the flogging torture chamber.
Inside, we found the lovely
young fair-haired lad strapped by his wrists and ankles to the four corners of
the metal frame. Blackie had attached two vicious metal nipple clamps to keep the
slut’s mind on the job, and Brownie was fellating the
18-year-old to a nice, thick erection.
I don’t know about you, but
I always insist on my slaves being erect when the torment begins. The cock may
fall away into limpness after the first few caresses of the lash, or whatever,
but to start with the slut must be HARD!
When Brownie finally pulled
back from the hairless genital region of the blonde bitch – another thing I
insist on with the slave sluts is a complete absence of pubic hair on their
balls, shaft and pubic bone – I nodded to Nadine.
“Darling, since it was you
who he was so disrespectful with, please start off his hour’s flogging,” I told
the beautiful black bird.
The lovely domme selected a
triple-thonged leather lash, which can impart quite a sting but will not break
the flesh, and moved behind our prisoner.
I placed a leather easy
chair off to one side so I would be perfectly positioned to watch his upper
back, buttocks and the backs of his thighs receive the attentions from the
whip, and which would also allow me an equally good view when Nadine switched
her point of attack to a full frontal assault.
Mistress Jeanette took her
chair and sat back on the opposite side of the naked, throbbing hard-on slave.
Before Nadine’s first crack
of the flogger across Blondie’s upper back, I set the digital clock off and
announced: “One hour of flogging torture – GO!”
And as the triple-thonged
martinet flailed across a writhing slave’s back, I placed my thighs on the arms
of the chair and pointed to my unencumbered pussy and watched as Brownie
started his oral adoration of my steamy sex pit.
Opposite us, Mistress
Jeanette had called on Blackie to perform cunnilingus on her as well.
The 32-year-old pain slut’s
first move was to worship my anus, placing moist licks on the tightly puckered
whorl. And here I’d like to make one thing perfectly clear – I do not indulge
in scat. I abhor and detest it. Brown showers, or whatever they’re called, have
no place in my domination.
Golden showers and nice
fresh urine is perfectly acceptable for punishing my pain perverts, but brown
stuff? Forget it!
Having said that, I have
absolutely no objections to anal worship, in fact I insist on a slave’s mouth
making it initial foray against my back passage as a fittingly demeaning place
for him to start his oral worship. After that, he can move on.
Now where were we? Oh, yes,
Nadine was now working up a nice, steady tempo of whipping across the
wriggling, writhing youth’s back, buttocks and the backs of his strong, hairless
thighs. Quite why the slaves bother to writhe and wriggle
when in the flogging frame and under the lash, beats me. It’s not as if
they’re going anywhere!
But as I watched Nadine in
her strategically-slitted PVC bra and panties work on the teenager, Brownie’s
mouth started to pay dividends at my crotch and within five or six minutes of
him starting down there I was panting to a noisy, graunching, grinding climax
on his sweat-stained face.
Moments later, Jeanette
announced a similar arrival and then we both allowed our oral worshippers to
stand beside our chairs, their cocks standing out stiffly thanks to the erotic
charge they’d received from their minge manipulations.
From time to time, Jeanette
and I would suck our slave’s pre-cum dripping cock helmets as Nadine worked up
a fine sheen of perspiration as she flogged the boy slave.
As I watched the beauty of
the young black woman flogging the blonde slave, I felt it was time to increase
the lad’s suffering. He was, if anything, getting off too lightly at the start
of his six-hour ordeal, I felt.
Looking at his by now limp
cock, I instructed Brownie: “Get him hard again, slave, make him thick and
engorged, I want to flog his cock.”
And if there’s one thing
more useless when you’re into flogging discipline, it’s penis whipping a
flaccid cock!
Brownie knelt, while I
selected a six-inch single-thonged cock whip. Like the triple-thonged thing
Nadine was inflicting on his muscular young back, it would sting, but not break
flesh.
I regard my slaves as prized
property, so I don’t break their flesh, mark their faces or make them eat only
bread and water. They are well-fed, and well watered. A fit, healthy slave is a
useful slave!
When Brownie had achieved
his target and Blondie’s fully-fleshed young cock was almost pointing at his
chin, I stepped beside his still writhing, young naked body.
Cupping his heavy ball sac
in my left hand, I brought my right hand down sharply and the leather
instrument dug into his thick cock flesh.
“Yaaaargh!” he cried, a sound which was like music to a mistress’s ears!
Stroking his scrotum softly,
I again whipped the cock crop down on his manhood. Again he let out a cry of
pain as the leather inflicted its cruel caress on his lovely shaft. Three more
times I whipped his shaft and then, one final time, bringing his cock torture
total to a classical six-of-the-best.
“Re-erect him, Brownie,” I
instructed the 32-year-old as I moved away from the teenager’s swiftly
limpening prick and replaced the cock whip on its little hook.
As Brownie knelt in front of
the still-being-flogged slut, and sucked him back to full growth, I picked a
punishment pouch from the equipment table and walked back to the blue-eyed
bondage bitch.
Planting a lingering kiss on
the whimpering slave’s mouth, I proceeded to drag the tight rubber neck of the
pouch apart and then slipped it over his scrotum. As soon as I let go, of
course, the pouch crashed down, gripping his balls in its insidious embrace.
The lad winced as the
pouch’s hundreds of tiny little prickles attacked his tender flesh there, and
he winced even more as I pulled on the twin cords at the bottom of the pouch
and tied them to a D-ring set in the middle of his spreader bar, which had not
been removed when his “guards” had placed him in the flogging frame.
Jeanette was then by my
side, one hand reaching out to stroke the 18-year-old’s now-tenderized nuts.
“Let me warm his front up, what do you say, Pat?” she smiled at me.
I grinned at the lovely
blonde 32-year-old in her sexy playsuit, and laughed: “Lay it on, baby!”
And then I settled down in
the comfort of my easy chair and summoned both Brownie and Blackie to stand on
each side. As Jeanette used a single-tailed flogger on the lad’s pectorals,
washboard abs, and the outer and inner front of his thighs, I stroked Brownie’s
erection, while in my mouth I sucked the ebony, teak-hardness of Blackie’s
pulsating penis.
The sight before us was
marvellous – marvellous if you’re a domina, that is.
Blondie, naked, muscles
straining, cock still semi-erect, hung in the frame, his nipples “enjoying” the
clasps of the metal grips, his balls being “tweaked” by the punishment pouch,
his skin being seared by, from behind him, a triple-thonged lash, and from in
front by a single-tailed tormentor!
Suddenly, I knew I had to
increase my pleasure as I watched Blondie’s pain, and I stood, grabbed Blackie
by his rampant cock and snapped: “On the chair, I’m gonna sit on your licorice
stick!”
Blackie was swiftly in place
on my chair, and I placed my pussy above his thick-lipped
monster and eased myself onto him, feeling a wonderfully warm, filling
sensation as his mighty 10-inch muscle invaded by cunt.
When I was firmly impaled on
his thick ebony shaft, Brownie stood by the left hand side of the chair and I
took the first few inches of his cock in my mouth, then grabbed Blackie’s right
hand and pulled it to my mons. Soon his fingers were parting my labia, then flickering over my clitoris. And soon, I was coming on
the beautifully-muscled black slave.
The joy of this little
tableau of sex was that as he was enduring his two torments of single and
triple-tailed floggers crashing against his naked body, Blondie’s young eyes
were transfixed on the scene of his two fellow slaves enjoying themselves with
his aunt!
Having satisfied myself for
the time being, I decided it was now high time I went to work on my poor,
blue-eyed young relative.
Pulling off the thick-cocked
Blackie, and patting Brownie maternally on his thick eight-incher, I moved
towards the flogging frame.
“Take a break, girls,” I
instructed Nadine and Jeanette, “let his aunt in on the act!”
Nadine grinned and handed me
her triple-tailed flogger, but I shook my head.
“Time for the rubber cat,” I
told her, and as Jeanette dragged Brownie over to her chair for another session
of cunnilingual delight, Nadine approach the black man, whose foreskin had been
dragged back down to his ring by the tightness of my cunt!
The thick, superbly
glistening pink head was soon engulfed by Nadine’s crotch as she placed her
slitted PVC panties against his groin and then moved into position so his cock
was jutting onto her cunt lips then, with a sigh and a moan, she drove herself
down onto the 26-year-old ex-military muscle man.
I, for my part, saw that
Brownie was working away beaverishly at Jeanette’s crotch, but then I selected
my implement for the last part of the suspended and sobbing slut’s whip fun.
The rubber cat o’ nine tails
is a delicious implement for a slut slave. It makes a wonderfully wicked
“Splatttt” sound as its nine rubber fronds wrap around naked flesh, but while
the sound is terrific, the actual pain is minor. Sure, it stings, but it
doesn’t break flesh, and the marks soon fade. But it’s such a shiningly evil-looking correction tool to use on a
naked slave!
The first swing of my right
arm produced that lovely “Splatting” sound on Blondie’s back, then his usual
writhing in his bonds. The cat’s tails hardly marked him, but his back and
buttocks were striped with the attentions of Nadine’s initial assault.
“Oh, please, Blondie,” I
snapped, “cut out all the writhing, it just adds to your pain, it must be very
awkward on your balls, all this wriggling around!”
Then I gave him a crack
across his lovely boyish buns, and, of course, he writhed again!
“I know,” I said, rubbing
the cat’s tails over his lovely butt, “if I get Brownie or Blackie to suck your
cock, will that stop your wriggling around?”
The boy’s choked voice called back to me: “Yes,
Mistress Pat, I’ll try Mistress Pat.”
Just then, Jeanette called
out “Brownie’s nearly done here, I’m close, I’m getting closer, closer, I’m cumming, cumming, cummming!” and then she exploded on
the 32-year-old’s face.
“OK, Pat,” said my partner
in punishment, “he’s all yours now!”
A stiff, swaying-pricked
slave stood and walked towards the frame.
“Suck him, only he’s not to
come, geddit?” I informed the veteran slave, as he nodded and knelt in front of
the naked lad.
Then, as I whipped my cat
o’nine tails across the slut’s upper back and buttocks, Brownie’s mouth went to
work on the boy’s prick, gradually bringing him to a raging erection as he
swung slightly in the leather straps holding him in place.
I also noticed that as
Brownie used his oral expertise on the slut’s cock, he was also stroking the
tight rubber pouch which held Blondie’s balls in its painful embrace.
The blonde’s back, buttocks
and backs of his thighs, were now a lovely criss-cross tracery of marks from
where Nadine and I had whipped him. Such a pretty sight!
And then, just as I was
whipping about stroke number 30 onto his bare flesh, the buzzer on the digital
timer went off, indicating it had counted down from 60 minutes to zero.
After the martinet had made
its last mark on him, I walked in front of the panting pain pervert and kissed
him on the lips, my tongue forcing its way into the now-erect slave’s mouth.
“Ah well, so much for the
flogging, eh slave?” I smiled at him, as Brownie pulled off the boy slave’s
throbbing hard-on.
“Of course time flies when
you’re having fun,” I told Blondie, “but don’t worry.
“There’s still another five
hours to go!”
To be continued.
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