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First TimeThe First TimeI have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman.For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by powerfuland demanding women. Even as a c***d, my favorite times were when I wascaught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie,the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much tooeasily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as Idid at the prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, wecontinued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I’ll never forget,the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on hertrying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me, wrestling meto the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top. She wasat this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 poundsmore than me. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wristtightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been “caught.” I could seea look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement andcuriousity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay rightwhere I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while sheran off into her house. She was gone about fifteen minutes and came backwith a piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf.I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realizedhow attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs ofwomanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when Ihad just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was startingto think the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisonerand had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over ontomy stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting oneknee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. Shetold me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down.I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightlyaround my wrists. When we had played before, we had always tied each otherloosly so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew Iwas really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me,and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on herwork, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot.She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the scarf offthe ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At firstI could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my whincegave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convincedI couldn’t see anything. I asked her to take it off and untie me, and shereminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed andbegan to feel a certain amount of excitement, as I began fantasizing aboutStephanie and what she looked like naked. I felt an erection growing inmy shorts, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn’t see what it lookedlike, but from Stephanie’s giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told methat she always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked itTHIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my shirt, and begantugging at it, signaling for me to follow her. I knew we were going inside,since we were playing in her backyard. Then it dawned on me, we were goinginto her house, I was going to be bound, and noticeably excited it front ofher mother and older sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go.She told me no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but muchless. She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably oncouch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere. I satthere still, wondering what she was up to. In a few minutes she returned andtold me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to the bedroom. I agreedand follwed her up, stumbling on the stairs several times as we walked.She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed. Her pushing me must have beenalot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed a littleto let me know she was enjoying it.The next thing I felt was Stephanie unbuttoning my shorts and pullingthem down around my ankles. She commented on my erection that she couldsee under my underpants. She told me she had never actually seen apenis before, and asked if she could look at mine. I told her no, I wasmuch too embarrased at this point. She pulled on my underpants anywayand before I knew it they were down around my ankles. There I was, half-naked lying bound on Stephanie’s bed. I begged with her, and pleadedto release me, I told her the game was over. She told me that the gamewas just beginning and that I was talking too much. The next thing Iknow she is putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth and then anotherand another, until my face is covered in tape from my chin to my nose.I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it wassecure. The only noise that would escape was a high pitched moan I wouldmake everytime she brushed against my cock. I was embarrased andhumiliated, but loving it! Stephanie grabbed some more cord and tied mylegs spread wide to the posts of her bed. The whole time she waslaughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo. I tried to squirm freeand beg to release, but the bonds and tape held tight. She kneeled downbetween my legs and began rubbing and licking my cock, telling meshe was going to figure out how to do it right. The sensations I wasgetting were giving me clear signals she WAS doing something right.After about fifteen minutes of rubbing and licking, she told me shewanted to try something else. She had always heard that guys felt greatpain when they were kicked in the groin and she was going to use me tofigure out why. She started by slapping my cock. At first, gently, and thenslowly harder and harder. The whole time I was squirming and making asmuch noise as possible from underneath my gag. Each time she kept tellingme that that wasn’t quite it. She tried digging her fingernails into mycock and scratching and flicking, but none met with her satisfaction. Finallyin frustration, she stopped. She untied my blindfold and asked me to take alook at her. She had put on some of her sister’s lingerie, a black teddyand hose with garters. She asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly.Her tits filled out the teddy nicely, and she looked truely sensational. Ihad never seen anything like it, except in Playboy. She told me that shecouldn’t figure out what made boys tick and wanted to try a few more things.I shook my head to say no, but she ignored me. Then it happened, shediscovered my balls. She began slapping them, watching my expression, butnot convinced that she had done enough. She took each ball between herthumb and forefinger and began pinching. I tried to let out a scream, butcouldn’t. She had discovered the thing that made me tick. She alternatedbetween slapping my cock andpinching my balls. As she did, I became moreand more excited until, finally, I had a tremendous, overpowering sensationthat began in my stomach and moved like a rocket through my balls and cock.Before either of us knew it, my stomach and Stephanies hands were covered incum. I had had my first orgasm. She had no idea what had happened, nor didI, I just looked up at her and tried to tell with my eyes to keep going.She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My head was buzzing, and Ibarely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the room, slamming the doorbehind her.From the hallway I heard a second voice asking Stephanie why she wasdressed that way, what was she doing wearing her sister’s lingerie. Then thedoor swung open, and Diana, Stephanie’s sister, stood there looking at meat first with a look of horror, and then one of amusement. She burst intolaughter. She called Stephanie into the room and asked her to explain.Stephanie’s face was beet red, and her sister stared at her and demandedan answer. Diana couldn’t hold back her laughter, and gave her little sistera hug telling her, that it must run in the family. Diana stepped over to meand looked me up and down, commenting on what a nice job Stephanie had doneof securing me, although she did think the gag was a bit excessive. I keptsquirming trying to get free, pleading to Diana with my eyes to let me go.She looked down at me telling me I had made a mess and ordered Stephanie toget a towel to clean it up. When Stephanie came back in the room, holdingthe towel, Diana stopped her. She told her that although I had made the messthat Stephanie probably had something to do with it. Diana told her she wouldhave to learn how to behave better, and that the mess that was made wasinexcussable. In addition, she seemed very unhappy about Stephanie wearingher teddy without her permission. Stephanie tried to explain, but Dianacut her off. She grabbed and length of rope and told Stephanie to turn around.Stephanie obeyed, and I layed there, watching in amazement as Diana tiedup her sister. She tied her wrists together and then lashed her elbowstogether, making her breasts stick out. She told Stephanie to bend over, sothat her ass was sticking out. Stephanie did as she was told, and Dianabegan spanking her, gently at first, slowly building up until she wassmacking her ass with full force. Stephanie began crying, and Diana respondedby wadding up the towel she had brough and shoving it in her mouth. Shespanked her ten more times and then told her to clean up the mess with thetowel in her mouth. I had gotten quite excited watching the whole thingproceed and my cock was erect again. Stephanie cleaned all around my cock andstomach, occasionally rubbing the rough towel over my prick. Diana cameback into the room and examined her work. She found it to her satisfaction.She came over to me and quickly tore off the tape from my mouth, the painwas incredible, and Diana seemed to know it. I began to ask her to let mego, but she cut me off, telling me I was in too deep now, and there was no wayI was going home. She told me not to say another word or make another soundor the tape would be put back on. I nodded to let her know I understood. Sheasked Stephanie to explain what was going on. Stephanie told her she was tryingto learn about sex, and told her all about our game. Diana looked at me andthough a minute. She told her that if she wanted to know about sex, shewas going to learn. She reached down and removed Stephanies panties and toldto lie down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth, she obeyed. Dianawatched and began rubbing herself while she watched. Next she told Stephanieto begin using her tongue, probing the inside of my mouth. This was our firstkiss. Diana took a small belt out of the closet and got a length of cord. Shetied the cord around our necks, so we couldn’t separate our heads, and thenwhile Stephanie was kissing me, she looped the belt around our heads, overour ears and buckled it tightly. We were unable to separate our lips, we werebound together in a kiss and both getting very horny. Diana leftand returned with a bag. Out of it she grabbed a set of clothespins and beganclamping them on our nipples and my balls. The pain made both of us kisseach other fiercely, our tongues mashing together. Stephanie began grindingher hips into my leg, and softly moaning into my mouth. Diana slappedher ass over and over, telling her not to do that, that she wasn’t ready.Stephanie continued, each slap making her grind harder and harder. Dianastopped her, holding her steady and grabbed and set of nylon straps from thebag. A long one was slid underneath the small of my back, and six samll onesplaced under each of my legs. She lifted Stephanie on top of me and had hertight wet pussy come down and engulf my rigid cock. She began grinding again,but this time with each grind, Diana tighetened one of the belts. First atour ankles, then two at our calves, next our knees and finally two more on ourthighs. Our legs were bound together, niether of us could move. Stephaniecontinued to move around, what little she could, but the feeling in mycock stayed the same. As much as I tried I could not move inside or outside ofher at all. Finally, Diana tightened the belt around our waists, and whatevermovement Stephanie was capable of before she had lost. We were together, inbed, kissing involuntarily, with my cock buried deep inside her, unable tomove. We were both sweating and the heat of our bodies made us bothitchy and uncomfortable. We wanted to beg for mercy, but we were gagged byeach others tongues. Diana left the room again and we could hear the phonering over the sounds of our heavy breathing. When Diana returned shelooked over at us and smiled. She told us we looked very cute, and hopedwe were enjoying ourselves. She also informed us that the phone call wastheir mother, saying that her parents weren’t going to be home tonight, theywere planning a weekend with some neighbors. In fact, she told us, thoseneighbors were my parents and they wanted to know if it would be too muchtrouble if Diana could watch the house and babysit me for the weekend, ifit wouldn’t be too much trouble. Diana looked at the expression on my face.I couldn’t believe it. She looked me square in the eye and said, “I’m sureit will be no trouble at all.”So there we lay, looking to each others eyes. I felt both frustratedand bursa escort excited. I had just begun to think of Stephanie as attractive. NowI began to think I was falling in love. The look in her eyes made mebelieve she was thinking the same thing. Our mouths were beginning to getdry and pasty, but we kept kissing as if it were the first time. Stephaniekept bucking with all her strength against the belt that held us together,wanting desperately to grind her hips against mine. Diana told us thatwe hadn’t even started the evening yet, much less the weekend. It wasFriday night and she was going out, but she told us she would be backaround 10:00, and she would bring over some of her friends. She also toldus, they were no where near as nice as she was. She left the room, tooka shower, got dressed and left. It was only 7:30.The First Time Part 2 Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock deep inside of Stephanie’s moist pussy. I could smell the sweat on her neck and cheeks, which was really turning me on. Neither of us could move a muscle, and both of our lips, and tongues, which had been pressed together were beginning to dry out. Stephanie was still struggling to get free of the bonds that held us together, I could feel her breath getting harder and harder as she struggled, her warm breath cascading over my face. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I could barely make a sound, with her tongue jammed inside my mouth. I wanted to reach around and hug her, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. As time passed, Stephanie’s pussy began to dry out and by 8:00 she was exhausted by her struggles and stopped fighting against the bonds. Our mouths were dry, as was her pussy. What had started out as pleasurable became increasingly uncomfortable. I wondered if Diana knew what she was doing to us, and finally began to realize that Diana knew EXACTLY what she was doing to us. By 9:30 Stephanie was in tears, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain. Her cries were muffled by our intertwined tongues, but I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. At precisely 10:00 the door reopened and Diana returned with three friends, each were carrying small over-night bags. One of them was much older than the other two. Probably about thirty. She had a hard and cruel look about her. One of Diana’s friends stepped over to us and commented on what nice work Diana had done. They all laughed, ignoring our torment. Another one of her friends stepped over and began rubbing Stephanie’s backside. She chastised Diana for not taking care of her little sister properly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a thin, long plastic phallus, which was flanged at the top. She commented that she didn’t bring any lubrication, but that it was just as well. She spread Stephanie’s ass and slowly inserted the piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie tried to resist and squirm, but the bonds held her tightly. Diana saw my eyes widen at the sight of Stephanies anal torture. She stepped over and petted my head, telling me that what was in store for me would make Stephanie’s treatment seem pleasurable. Finally, we were untied from each other, but left with our arms bound. Stephanie began wildly humping me, trying to gain some relief for her acheing body. Two of the women pulled her off me, and put her down next to me. She was kicking and screaming. Diana picked up the roll of tape that Stephanie had used to gag me and applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she did the same to me. Stephanie looked so helpless, but also very cute. Something about the tape, made her look helpless, yet adorable. She had stopped crying, but was shooting glances at Diana and her friends letting them know she was angry. The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it. She kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of coming, she would pinch the tip very tightly and hold it until the throbbing in my cock subsided. After several times, my balls began to ache, deep down, and the pain became incredible. She shook her head in disbelief and starring directly into my eyes told me to get use to it. Diana told us that we were in for a surprise. She blindfolded both of us and helped us up. We were informed that we were going for a ride and we would be going for the entire weekend. We were led down to the garage. Stepahnie in her sister’s teddy, and me wearing only my shirt. I could feel the cold pavement on my feet in the garage, and I overheard the discussion between the four women. Diana and Marcy were going to drive me, and the older woman and Diana’s friend Amy were to drive Stephanie&á!Amy had a van, so they all agreed Stephanie could go as is. However, we were going to take Marcy’s car, which presented a problem. They needed to make sure no one saw me. Diana added she wanted to try out something new. She began by tying my elbows together so my arms were immobilized and then instructed me to lie down on the floor. I felt a rope d****d around my neck and someone began tying my ankles and knees together. My neck was tied to my knees, so that I was rolled up into a ball. Next, ropes were passed around my waist and chest securing my arms tightly to my body. The next thing I heard was the rustling of a cardboard box. I could feel it being placed over me. They rolled it twice, with me inside, so I was upside down and I could hear them taping it shut. I also heard the sound of a magic marker writing something on it. I was so disoriented at this point that I didn’t even bother to guess what it said. Finally, I was lifted and placed in the hatchback of Marcy’s car. The door slammed and I tried to wrestle myself into a comfortable position. The whole time, I kept thinking of how cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless in her room, and remembering how nice our first kiss had been. The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal. I have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making comments about how well I travelled and how much fun it was going to be to have someone to play with all weekend. They dumped me out of the box and I rolled onto the floor. Someone began untying me so I could stretch out. They removed my blindfold and left me free to stretch, all except for my hands which were still behind my back and my gag. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed what had been written on the box, “To: Stephanie From: Diana.” When they noticed me looking over at the box, they laughed. Diana called into the other room, telling the older woman to bring Stephanie in. She was dressed in a black bikini that barely hid any of her breats or private parts, and she was down on all fours walking in front of the older woman, who was wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high black leather boots and a harness that surrounded her breasts with rings around each nipple. Stephanie was in handcuffs and legcuffs that were attached by about a foot and a half of chain, and in her mouth was a thich piece of black plastic held there by a leather strap. The woman was holding two sets of reins, one attached to the bridal gag in her mouth and the other went to a belt fanstened around her waist, with a large silver ring in the back. When the woman would flick the bottom reins, Stephanie would crawl forward, when she pulled the top set, she would stop. To my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her captivity. She looked at the box and smiled as much as she could with the black plastic gag in her mouth. She glanced over at her sister and she smiled back at her. Diana told her that I was to be her property, but Stephanie would first have to learn about how to properly take care of me. The woman holding Stephanie’s reins pulled them both up high, forcing Stephanie to stand up. The woman told her to go over to her sister and kneel. She did as she was told. Diana told her there were several things she needed to learn if she was going to be entrusted with a slave of her own. The first was to teach her the properties of a slave, the second the fitting ways to train a slave, and finally, how to keep a slave in his Mistresses control. She kissed her little sister on the cheek and told her to look me over. My eyes met hers, and to my disbelief, all the sympathy that I had seen while we were tied together on the bed was gone. She looked like she was loving this. Diana and Marcy stepped over immediately and told Stephanie that she had done something wrong already. She asked what was wrong. Marcy explained that a slave is never to look his Mistress directly in her eyes, unless she specifically asks him to. Diana added that the way we make sure it doesn’t happen again, is through punishment. She asked Stephanie what she thought an appropriate penalty was. She thought for a moment, and told her sister that I deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head, and explained that she was only partly right. She agreed that it was an fitting punishment, but not for me. Part of Stephanie’s lesson was to be that as a junior Mistress in training, she was to be judged by her slave’s behavior. She was to be punished for my infraction! Before she knew it, the chain between her wrists was snapped to a clip on the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching her out over the top of it. The legs were lifted and the chain between her ankles was put under the legs. Marcy stepped in behind her holding a thick wooden paddle, and Diana pulled her panties down to reveal her soft white ass cheeks. Marcy recounted Stephanie’s words, good, long and hard and began striking, making her repeat after every stroke the words, “I am unworthy of joining you in womanhood, please hit me again.” Each time Marcy struck her harder and harder. Stephanie grimaced, but didn’t make a sound. They were all very impressed by this, and told her she had a great deal of promise. They asked her if she would like a few minutes to discuss what had happened with me. She nodded. They all fell silent as she stepped up and towered over me. I avoided looking in her eyes this time. She told be that I was doing much better, and explain that I had disgraced her in the presence of other women. I nodded sheepishly. She told me she would have to make sure that it never happened again. She also told me that, since she was punished with a spanking, that such a gentle reminder was too leniant for me. Instead, she told me, she was going to punish me by spanking me where I would be reminded as to why I was such a worthless creature. She ordered me to lie on the table on my back and rubbed my cock until it became hard. Once it was hard she began flicking it with her finger harder and harder until it really started to hurt. She informed me that was just to get the blood flowing and began swinging her open palm at my cock slapping it harder and harder. Marcy had given her 30 swats with the paddle and she intended to double that. After about thirty, she intentionally missed my cock and slapped my balls hard. My whole body doubled up. She instructed me not to move, and informed me that she was just learning, and would have to start over from stratch each time she made a mistake. Each time she got to thirty, she would slap my balls, periodically asking the others if they would like to give it a try, commenting on how hard it was to give sixty good strokes. Finally Amy stopped her, and told her to examine my cock very carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming on my still hard cock. Amy explained that I was about to come, and that I should never do that without Stephanie’s permission, even if another Mistress ordered me to do so. Diana told her, it was time for her second lesson, which was to define the parts of the slave. She pointed to my still hard cock and asked her what it was. Stephanie responded by telling her it was a penis. Diana pressed the issue further, asking who’s penis it was. She answered that it was her slave’s penis. Amy stepped in to correct her, explaining that it was her penis and she must have complete control of it at all times. Stephanie liked the idea. Diana took out the magic marker and grabbed my cock, digging her nails into it sharply. She took the marker and wrote on my cock, “Stephanie’s cock,” explaining that was so she wouldn’t forget. Marcy suggested that rather than using my real name or calling me “slave,” that Stephanie should simply call me “Stephanie’s” so she would always remember my position as her subordinate, and the fact that I belonged to her. I actually liked the idea, the girl I was beginning to love, was going to own me in every way shape and form. I was thrilled. I noticed that my cock was growing limp and had grown purple from the beating it had received. Now that it was limp, it began to burn like it was on fire. Diana told her it was the perfect time to teach me several key commands, the words “hard” and “limp.” Amy brought in a a bucket of ice and bucket of warm water and a towel. She told Stephanie to apply the warm towel to my cock and balls and rub them gently while repeating the word “hard” and then once, I was erect, to hold ice cubes on my cock and balls, and repeat the word “limp” until I was soft again. They all left telling her she had four hours to complete the training and she would be tested when they returned. The warm water was soothing and felt wonderful and each time she bursa escort bayan applied the towel, my erection grew almost immediately. She saw me watching her dip the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more effective to blindfold me, so I would concentrate on her words. Next came the ice which felt more like intense heat than cold. It took just seconds for what had been a rock hard erection to be reduced to just a few inches of limp flesh. She alternated back and forth, and I swore she had stopped repeating the words. I was so fixed on the sensations that I had simply stopped listening. She must have brought up and deflated my erection a hundered times. But still she kept alternating between the hot towel and cold ice to keep me in a steady rythym. The last ten times or so she was laughing as she applied the towel and ice. Finally after an eternity of stifled erections, she removed my blindfold. She uttered the word hard, which I barely even heard and I felt the rush of warm water flow over my cock and balls, gently making it rise to its full height. The feeling was sensational. I looked up at Stephanie to see if she was getting tired, being careful not to catch her glance. She was standing a full three feet away from me and had her hands crossed over her chest. There was no towel or bucket in sight. Next came the word “limp” and I saw Stephanie smiling as my body cringed and I felt the cold sensation of ice shoot through my groin. I looked down in disbelief, there was nothing touching me, not even a cube of ice in sight. She laughed and called to the other room, telling everyone I was ready to be tested. She tried it once again and my cock shot up like a rocket and fell like a lead weight. She looked down at me and informed me she hadn’t used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours. The First Time–Part 3Stepanie called into the other room, asking her sister and friends tocome see me. I felt like I was on display. I also had a strange feelingthat I had never felt before. I really wanted to do well. What Stephaniethought of me was everything in my eyes. Diana was the first to come backin the room. She had changed clothes as well, and was now wearing a fullbody, fishnet body stocking that covered her from her neck to her feet.She had on high heel black shoes and leather wristbands and a black leatherspiked collar. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she wore make upso that her eyes were shaped liked cat’s eyes and she had long streaks ofblush running along her sheeks. In her hand she held a riding crop.She looked over at me and I made sure not to make eye contact with her. Sheran the crop along my thighs and around the base of my cock. She tried thecommand words out on my newly trained body. She ordered me “hard,” but to mysuprise nothing happened, no sensation, no rush, no erection. I felthorrible, as if I had let my new Mistress down. She tried again, and again,but each time I failed to even come close to getting an erection. Dianaturned to Stephanie and began to chastise her, demanding an explanation.Diana, started smacking the insides of her thighs and pussy with the crop,telling Stephanie she wasn’t made for this kind of thing. Stephanie wasat the point of tears, when Diana stopped whipping her. She explained throughher sobs that it had worked before. She told Diana how all she had to do wasutter the word “hard” and my cock was immediately at attention. I could barelyhear their discussion, but for ten feet away, Stephanie uttered the word,and my reaction was an instant erection. I began trying to get theirattention from across the room, trying to muffle through my gag that itstill worked. Finally they took notice of me. Diana came over andbegan flicking my cock with her crop. She asked again for an explanation,telling Stephanie that this was proof that I was out of her control.Neither of them realized that Stephanie merely uttering the word completelycontrolled the movement of my cock. I tried to get their attention again.When they finally looked, I motioned my head towards Stephanie, and shebarked back at me, ordering me to stay limp. The moment the words left hermouth, I felt the cold rush again, and my cock quickly shrunk. Theyboth stared at my cock, and Stephanie barked another command, “hard.”I rose to the occasion immediately. She see-sawed five or six times, makingme hard and soft in front of her sister. She screamed with joy and toldher sister to try again. She did, but with no effect. Stephanie was theonly one who could control my erection. Diana called the others in to witnesswhat had happened.They all rushed in, each dressed in a peculiar yet erotic manner. Dianatold them all to watch as Stephanie manipulated my cock. Amy and Marcy andthe older woman all tried, but none was able to proke any response. Theyall agreed it was amazing how well I had responded. Diana, however, was stilldisbelieving. She told Stephanie that the only way to know for sure was toblindfold me and repeat the test, that way I wouldn’t respond to who wasspeaking, but to what was said. I remember hearing voices for the nexttwenty minutes or so, and getting hard only two times. I knew that in thatamount of time I must have missed at least once. When the blindfold wasremoved, I was waiting to see Stephanie disappointed. Instead I found herlooking more confident than ever. While I was blindfolded, I really couldn’ttell the voices apart, but my body knew.Knowing that they had been outdone, they ended up confessing to Stephaniea secret. Diana took her aside and explained to her that this was a test ofa certain type. In fact, she told her, it was one that she was supposed tofail so that she would be punished. What she had done was supposedlyimpossible! Diana had thought the idea up a few weeks ago, and though itwould be a fun way to train a slave, expecting him to always fail torespond properly when ordered, but for me it had worked! Stephanie justsmiled and listened. She thanked her for showing her the technique andtold her sister that I was truly her slave now, and that no one elsewas to order me about without her permission. They all agreed that thatwas an appropriate reward for training me so well.The older woman stepped in and told Stephanie that she was holding aworkshop tomorrow for Diana, Amy and Marcy, and that she hoped thatStephanie would join them. She agreed. The older woman added thatI was welcome as Stephanie’s slave, if Stephanie would assure her thatI would be well behaved and properly disciplined by morning. She agreed.Amy, Marcy and Diana all looked very impressed. When the older woman leftthey ran up and gave Stephanie a hug, asking her if she realized what all ofthis meant. Stephanie had no idea what was going on, so they sat down toexplain it to her. The older woman, it turned out, was the widow of the CEOof a major corporation. Stephanie asked if the cabin was her’s. The otherlaughed. The cabin actually belonged to Marcy’s family, but they explainedthat she would she Donna’s place soon enough. They didn’t bother to describeit much more that to say how much she would like it. The other thing thatthey mentioned was that Stephanie was about to become like them. She wasgoing to be initiated into the Society of Womanhood. Stephanie asked ifshe wasn’t a little young for all of this. Diana seemed bothered andasked her if she understood what was going on. Stephanie told her shedid and Diana told her she was definately ready. They all reassured hertelling Stephanie that they were all her age when Donna took them under herwing. Stephanie smiled and asked her sister how long ago she starteddoing this. Diana explained that she started in seventh grade, just like her.Stephanie began to ask more and more questions. Until finally Dianaexplained to her that it wasn’t by accident that she was here. In fact,they were planning to k**nap Stephanie no matter what, this had been plannedfor months. Stephanie was confused, she asked how they knew that shewas going to be playing with me and how they knew I would be there when she gothome. Amy told her that they didn’t count on that at all, in fact, Donna wasin the other room right now training the slave that was meant for her. I hadjust been a fortunate occurance. They asked her if she would like to see theother slave Donna was working on, and she asked to keep me. I was overjoyed!Finally, Stephanie asked her sister how she knew that their mother and fatherwould be gone when she came home. Neither Stephanie nor I could believe theanswer. Their mother was a sorority sister of Donna, they had been bestfriends in college. It was their mother who had set the whole thing up, shewas one of the founding members of the Society that Donna was now President of.We couldn’t believe it. It had been Stephanie’s mom who had taken Diana toDonna’s place several years ago. In fact, Diana told her, their father wasintroduced to their mother by Donna herself. Diana pointed at me andexplained that their father had been through a very similar process.Stephanie was amused by the situation. Diana informed her that whenshe got home, she should realize that in the household she would wield muchmore power that her father. If for any reason her father displeased hershe should report it to her mom, who would make sure he understood whowas in charge. After they explained the situation, the conversation took ona much more serious tone. Marcy explained to Stephanie that tomorrowat the meeting she would be initiated, but that was not important right now.What was important was getting me ready for presentation. Donna hadasked that I be properly disciplined, and that was exactly what they intendedto do.They all wanted to help her get me ready, and the fact that their slaveswere not coming until the morning made them all anxious to get started.They told Stephanie to sit down and watch what was about to happen. Donnahad given them all specific dutied to perform on me, in case Stephaniewas supposed to present me in the morning. It had become clear that shewould have to have me in presentable form to gain initiation. Diana gaveher a stool, a legal pad and a pen, and told her to take careful notes andto make sure she memorized everything that happened. Marcy, Diana andAmy left, assuring Stephanie that they would be right back.Marcy returned first, dressed in a white corset with white nylons andgarters. She came over to me and untied me, except for my left wrist whichshe handcuffed to the table. She explained to Stephanie that she representedthe Bondage Goddess, and was about to teach her how to properly binda slave. Stephanie was instructed to take notes on the five positions thata Mistress must learn in order to be initiated. Stephanie watched carefullywhile Marcy began to get to work. Marcy explained the first position, as”the involuntary prayer.” She began by tying my elbows together and thentaking a long rope and securing my bound elbows to my body, looping the ropearound my mid-section and tying it off behind me. Next she tied my wriststogether and ran a rope around my neck, securing my bound hands tightlyto my neck, just under my chin. She then took out a roll of tape andwith my fingers spread and touching each other, began taping my fingerstogether, so that my hands were in the shape of praying. She then hadme kneel and bound my ankles and tied a rope between the rope aroundmy midsection and my ankles. This forced me to lean back in anuncomfortable manner, but as I soon found out, enabled Marcy to set upjust so that her pussy was even with my mouth. She explained thebenefits of the position to Stephanie, telling her that it was aposition of both service and worship and that the longer it was heldthe more uncomfortable it became for the slave. She also instructedher that at formal meetings, if her slave was ever called upon to worshipthe pussy of any of the other women, she would be expected to present mein this fashion. After I had brought both Marcy and Stephanie to orgasm withmy tongue I was again released. They discussed some of the other uses ofthe position and Marcy moved on to the second. This was to be the first ofthree positions of punishment. Stephanie was told to watch carefully, asif I was ever to be punished in front of the others, I would have to be boundin one of the three ways. The first was designed to expose my cock and balls.Marcy began by pulling my arms up behind me, so that my wrists were near thebase of my neck, with the backs of my hands touching each other. My wristswere tied together in this position, leaving my elbows sticking out a fewinches from my sides. Next she pushed my legs into a position so that myheels were up against my ass. She then tied my ankles to the toppart of my thighs, it looked almost as if my legs ended at my knees. She thentied my knees to my elbows, such that my legs were forced wide open andI was lying on my back. My wrists were then tied to my neck in the back,pulling my knees even farther apart. She told Stephanie that thiswas position number two, or the first position of punishment, but someoneelse would have to show her all of the wonderful things that this positionallowed her to do. The third position was clearly for the purposes ofspankings and enemas, I was bent over touching my toes, and mywirsts were tied together and placed in between my ankles, which werespread far enough apart, so my wrists fit between them. They were allthen tightly bound together. My knees were escort bursa tied and my elbows weretied slightly above my knees, making any attempt to bend my legs fromtheir straightened position impossible. The few inches between my anklescombined with my knees being tightly bound, forced my ass cheeks apart,and Marcy showed Stephanie how vulnerable it made me, by roughly insertingher finger in and out of my asshole. She gave me several good hard slaps,and again, told Stephanie that someone else would have to show her thedetailed benefits of such a position. The fourth position, was to exposemy chest and nipples for punishment, and invloved the intricate bindingof my arms and elbows behind my back forcing my chest to stick out, andbinding my legs together in six places from the top of my thighs tomy ankles my arms were secured to my body by two ropes that went aroundmy waist and abdomen, leaving my chest fully exposed. The final positionwas the one that Marcy liked best, she explained because of its many differentvariations. She called it “the hogtie,” and began by having me lie flaton my stomach, while she tied my wrists and ankles and pulled then togethermaking me curl up and rest only on my stomach. She then began showingseveral variations, one where I was gagged and the back of the gag wasattached to my ankles and my wrists and elbows were bound behind me,another were each wrist and ankle were bound separately, and finally onewhere my thumbs were bound to my ankles forcing me into the hogtieposition. She explained that any of these were acceptable, and if heldlong enough could be punishment in themselves. Marcy left me boundwith my thumbs to my ankles, as they both stood and watched the expressionon my face turn from helplessness to pain, the muscles in my legs werebeginning to cramp up, and I begged to be released. They both ignored meand kept on discussing the various types of hogties that could be done.Marcy listed off four of five and they finally untied me. Stephaniebound my wrists behind my back and told me to kneel in front of Marcyand beg to kiss her feet for helping me in my training. I obeyed andMarcy agreed, and I bent down and kissed her white high heels until shestepped away indicating that I had thanked her sufficiently. I thenturned my body to Stephanie and begged to kiss her feet, to thank her forallowing me to be her slave. She consented and I did the same for her.Marcy told Stephanie she had to go, and Amy would be in shortly totrain her in the arts of punishment as a “Bitch Goddess.” Stephanieseemed to get excited and petted my head, telling me that I was infor a long and painful experience. I just bent my head down, andtold her Thank You.The First Time–Part 4After a short rest, Stephanie began playing again with my newinvoluntary reaction, ordering me hard and soft on command andoccassionally rubbing my shaft until I was ready to come, and denyingme relief. Of all the things she had learned so far, teasing andpunishment were her two favorites. Stephanie continued rubbing as Amywalked into the room. We both stared at her, and could not believewhat we saw. This woman looked nothing like Amy. She looked hard andcruel and viscious. While she stared at Amy, Stephanie forgot she wasstill rubbing my slave cock. In a sudden shudder I exploded allover her hand and my stomach. Amy walked over and looked at me indisapproval. I lowered my eyes immediately. She looked at Stephaniewho still didn’t realize that I had come all over her hand, and asked ifI had been given permission to come. Stephanie looked down at me, andtold her I hadn’t. Amy told her this was the perfect time to teach herthe role of the Bitch Goddess. Amy looked serious, deadly serious. Shepulled Stephanie over a ways and I could barely make out what they weresaying. From what I could gather, the Bitch Goddess was a role that allthe women learned to play. As a Bitch Goddess, Stephanie was to becruel, and unmerciful, she was not to tease or play or even enjoy herslave, but to punish him severely for whatever infraction had beencommitted. She also explained that the role was only a role, and onlyto be used for times when a slave needed serious discipline. The thingsshe would learn would guarentee that her slave would always both obeyand worship her.The came back over to me, and I looked at Amy. She was wearingblack leather boots and leather garters and panties, and a stiff Blackleather corset. Her hands and arms were covered by skin tight blackleather gloves that went the full length of her arms. Her beautifulhair was pulled tightly back in a bun and her make up made her lookmean, dark lipstick and dull crimson blush, streaked across her cheeks.She told Stephanie that if I was to truly worship and respect her, Iwould have to have a taste of the bitch goddess in her. Amy explainedthat she would demomstrate to her what exactly that meant.She unhooked a cat o’ nine tails that was hanging from her belt andtold Stephanie to tie me so that my legs were spread and my ass wasfacing her. She told Stephanie that they would take turns whipping meuntil I had had enough. Stephanie asked when they would know when I hadenough and Amy smiled a bit and laughed, “when our arms get tired, dear,when our armms get tired.” Amy told Stpehanie to watch while sheadministered the first 25 strokes. As she whipped my naked ass, sheexplained to Stephanie the power of the Bitch Goddess. She told herthat it was all just a frame of mind, and one that you must occassionalyget into. At this point, after about ten strokes I was going insanefrom the pain, and I begged for all I was worth to get Mistress Amy tostop. Stephanie rather seemed to enjoy my agony and asked Mistress Amyif She should gag me. Amy explained to her that she shouldn’t, that Amyherself didn’t hear a thing. She told her that the Bitch Goddess is ather most powerful when she hears her slave screaming, and continues asif she didn’t. All this she told to Stephanie without missing a beat.She told her she simply didn’t care what I was saying, and whatever itwas simply didn’t matter. She also told Stephanie that the BitchGoddess needs to come out in her very infrequently, and when it does, itmust sevre as a reminder of the pain and suffering you can cause, aswell as your ability to be creul and viscious, without showing mercy.She handed Stephanie a bag and told her to put on the outfit. Stephanieleft and Mistress Amy continued whipping my ass and back, ignoring myscreams and pleading for mercy. The pain was excruciating, and I didn’tthink I could last much longer. Finally it stopped. I lifted my headand looked behind me. There stood Stephanie, she looked hard and creul,dressed just as Mistress Amy was. She looked stern and beautiful, Iwanted to touch her, to taste her to feel her. I called to her but shedidn’t even acknowledge my presence. She looked at Mistress Amy andtold her that she looked tired from the whipping, Amy agreed and handedthe cat to her. Amy wispered something in her ear, and then told her toremember what my offense was. I cried and begged for her to be gentleand to show me mercy. She ignored me and began flailing the cat acrossmy swollen red ass cheeks. After Amy had reminded her again about mycoming without permission, the lashing stopped for a brief second. Thenext thing I felt was the tips of the cat wrapping underneath my ass andlanding on the base of my cock and balls. The pain was incredible, thenanother and another. I lost count after 10 and I looked down at mygroin, which was full of red and purple welts. After another briefpause, the lashings continued, this time the cat wrapped underneath mefurther up, so that the knotted ends of the cat were hitting the verytip of my cock and the sides of my stomach. I tried to wiggle away, butmy bonds held tight. Neither of them mentioned a word while I screamedand begged my Mistress to stop. After several more stokes I heard oneof them comment that they heard a noise somewhere. The other decided itwas just a radio on in another room, and the whip kept falling withprecision against my cock. I promised I would never come again, Ipromised that I would do anything, and I promised I would serve her forthe rest of my life. No acknowledgement, no release, just morewhipping. They traded off several times, whipping my ass, cock, balls,thighs, back and stomach. By the end, I was covered by hundreds of redand purple welts. I was about to lose consciousness when it finallyended. I could barely move, I was so exhausted. I looked over myshoulder and there stood Mistress Amy, not saying a word. She untied meand let me fall to the floor. I fell down in a heap. A few minuteslater, Mistress Stephanie, who had done most of the whipping on my cockrushed in. “What happened to you?” she asked. I didn’t know quite whatto tell her and I was too worn out to speak. “My God, you’re all markedup. Did you do something bad, my little slave?” she asked. All I coulddo was nod my head, as I slowly drifted off exhausted from the whipping.She held me in her arms and continued to act as if she didn’t know athing. She told me whatever it was that I did must have been pretty badto receive such a beating. I simply nodded and put my head on herchest. She was petting my head. I couldn’t believe that the woman whohad just been so viscious to me, was now cuddling with me and being sowarm and friendly. She told me to rest on my back, while she attachedsomething to me. Lying back felt nice, and I caught my breath andstarted to become aware of just how badly I hurt all over. I could feelStephanie feeling my balls and cock and I saw her pull out a smallcontraption. It had a small metal ring on the end and 4 or five piecesof leather which ran back to the back of it. She slid it on my limpcock, stuffing the head through the back ring and the smaller frontring. It was small, only about 3″ long, and she had to work hard to getmy whole cock inside of it. It fit very snuggly. Next she stuffed myballs through the back ring, which was a little painful, but not toobad. Finally she tightened a leather strap that went around behind myballs, and another which went around the base of my cock in front of myball. She pulled out a small, but very sturdy little lock and snappedit in place. She explained to me that this was a cock cage, and itwould hold my small limp slave cock very tightly. She also told me thatif I got an erection, the rings would dig into my cock and cause meexcrucuating pain, as would the leather bands. She took the key and putit on her necklace, and put the necklace around her neck. She explainedthat she had the only key to that lock and that she alone would decidewhen it was to be opened for me. Just below the tip of my cock was asmall D ring to which she attached a leash and at the base of the cagewas a small silver plate. Engraved on it were the words “MistressStephanie’s Slut Slave. If found return to 172 Smith Street.” She toldme that she was going to leave me for a while to let me get use to mynew device, but I would have to be tied first. She took me over to apost and tied my arms behind it, attaching them to a ring in the back.She did the same with my legs, at the ankles and knees. Sheblindfolded me and put a small ball gag in my mouth. She commented onhow much she liked her work, and called the other Mistresses in to seeher bound slave. They were all very impressed, but decided that Ishould realy learn how the cage feels when it is in full use. They thenbrought in a small fan which oscillated from side to side and put it afew feet from my groin on a small table. Next, they tied a largefeather duster to my left thigh so that the feathers completelysurrounded my caged cock. I could feel the tickling of the featheragainst my limp cock. When the fan was turned on, they danced back andforth over my cock, giving me an incredible sensation. I could feelmyself begin to grow, and then I felt the cage start doing its job. Mycock was trying to get hard, but there was no where for it to go. A sitgrew, there was a hard biting from the tip to the base. The feel ofleather and metal constricting. The fan kept going and I could notcontrol myself. The vascillation between pleasure and pain wasincredible. The cage would stop me from getting too excited, and whenthe feathers began tickling, I began going absolutely nuts. The lastthing I remember was Amy saying she wanted to see how long I lasted,then I heard the door shut. The pain was unbearable. I had lost alltrack of time. When they finally came back, Amy commented that thetorture had gone on for 6 hours! Tears were streaming down my eyes fromunder the blindfold. I tried to beg to be released, but they all justlaughed at me. Donna mentioned that they were just starting on me, andI heard a switch click. She had turned the fan from low to medium, andthe feeling from the feather grew more intense. I tried to squirm, tomove away, but the feeling just got more and more intense. Finally, Ibecame so confused between the pleasure and the pain that I spilled myload all over the feathers, and that is the last thing I remember beforeI passed out. When I woke up, I could remember dreaming that I came,and I could feel the feathers still at work. I felt warm come runningdown my legs, and I realized I had come during the night while I wasasleep. I heard a door open, footsteps, and then another click.Someone had moved the fan from Medium to High. I shook my head, and Iheard the unmistakable laugh of Mistress Stephanie. Her last words, asshe walked out the door were that I had better not make a new mess, Iwas already in a lot of trouble for the one I had already made. I knewI couldn’t hold off, I just closed my eyes and waited . . .

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