A Couple Of Similar Likes Ch 04

Please note that this and my other works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the part of the new "slave william and slave michelle" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. If you dislike my writings, please be mature and find something else to read. If you feel this story is in the wrong category, in the whole scheme of things, does it really matter?

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So here we were, one week later, in the elevator again waiting for it to stop at our Mistress's floor to attend our first training session. It had been a wonderful week since the party as we had lived in anticipation of having Victoria pop in at any time, which she did one evening after the party and the thoughts of it were still buzzing around in my head.

We had been too tired after the party to do anything pleasurable and had spent he next day discussing our feelings about it and confirming that we had made the right decision in choosing a Mistress. Michelle and I seemed to become as horny as teenagers and in the bedroom we would almost rip off each other's clothes so that we could hold each other tight. Every night was filled with lovemaking until that Thursday night when we began what had become our nightly wild lovemaking. As soon as we were in our bedroom and had taken our clothes off, we fell onto the bed and started to make love. God, how beautiful my wife was as I looked into her eyes before entering her. Then just as my throbbing cock entered her hot, wet body, Michelle let out a scream while looking behind me.

I turned over and looked back to see a smiling Betty staring down at us.

"Well, are you enjoying yourselves sluts? I guess we got here just in time. You've had enough for the week I think. Every night! You're like a couple of fucking rabbits."

Michelle instinctively tried to cover herself with a sheet while I just laid back down in disbelief. 'How the hell did they know how often we had sex? Was it a wild guess?' I then stared at our intruder and looked her over from head to toe. Betty was wearing a short black dress and high black heels and you could tell from her hard nipples showing through the dress that it was probably all she wore.

"Get on the floor ... NOW! Slut positions!" Betty barked.

'What the hell was she talking about? Slut positions?' I thought to myself as I looked at Michelle who just shrugged and got off the bed to fall on her knees on the floor. I followed her lead and knelt beside her.

"What the fuck? I said Slut Positions or are you both deaf?"

"We don't know what that is so give us a break," Michelle replied.

Betty walked over to my wife, grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up slightly and then Slap, she hit Michelle hard across her left cheek. "You do not talk to your superiors like that!" Slap... "Now, do you have something to say slut michelle?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am but we do not know what a Slut Position is," Michelle spat out as she glared at Betty with an evil grin.

"Oh, that's right. You two sluts have not been trained yet well I'm certain that Mistress will teach you all her slave positions at your first training session. All right, this is how it goes. Kneel and spread your knees apart...wide apart. Put your arms behind your feet, bend your body back and look at the ceiling or the wall behind you if you can. Do it quickly."

We both obeyed realizing that in this position we were totally vulnerable to any dominant's wishes. I felt my cock start to harden again as we knelt and laid there displaying our wares for anyone to see. 'Yes, I guess we are painsluts,' I thought.

Some minutes went by as we held that position and soon both of us started to fidget our bodies trying to get comfortable.

Whap ...Michelle let out a scream... then Whap...I screamed as I realized that we had both been kicked and I had taken it right on my balls.

'No one gave you permission to move. Do you understand that sluts?"

"Yes Ma'am," we both replied in unison.

Betty then went off to our en suite bathroom leaving us in the painful position. Although we couldn't see her, we could hear her opening cabinets and then we heard water running. I looked at Michelle and quietly whispered to her asking if she was all right. She replied, "This is fantastic. I love you so much," just as Betty re-entered the bedroom.

"Did I give you permission to talk slut?" she asked Michelle.

"No Ma'am," she replied through gritted teeth.

"On your feet slut michelle! Now!"

Michelle quickly got to her feet and I could not see what then happened but learned that Betty had moistened a small face cloth, which she rubbed over my wife's crotch.

"There, now you are all clean for Victoria. Oh, did I not mention that she awaits you downstairs. We are here to get you caught up on the punishment you earned at the party last weekend. You will tell Victoria that you have earned one additional round of punishment for talking. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes Ma'am, I understand," she replied.

"Good. Now get downstairs to Victoria and remember the position you just learned. Get."

I heard Michelle leave and I heard her bounding down the stairs. I raised my head as best I could and watched as Betty moved between my knees, her leg against my inner thigh and then a hand reached down to pull my hips higher. As she did this, my cock became hard and erect which won a chuckle from her just as she rubbed the damp face cloth over my cock and balls.

"There that cleans up the slut's love juices and what's this boy? A whole lot of pre-cum that I now need to clean up. Now get on your feet slut william," she said as she wiped the last of the cum from the tip of my cock.

I struggled to my feet as quickly as possible and stood before Betty. In her high heels, she still was not as tall as I, but she must have been of the same Amazon family as Victoria as she was well built with short black hair and she was very attractive. Both of them had probably been Divas from the wrestling circuit at one time, I thought.

"Hands behind your head and legs apart... wider you fucking prick!" she bellowed out at me. She then came up to me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with a snap. When I opened my mouth to complain, in went the damp face cloth. Letting go of my hair, she then proceeded to stuff as much of the cloth into my mouth as possible. At first the taste was a bit of a shock being both salty and acidic at the same time but after a second I found it very enjoyable as the taste and smell of Michelle had always been heaven to me. Now mixed with my juices as well, it seemed great.

" Move up to the bed, lean over with the front of your upper body on the bed and your arms behind your back. Now!"

Just as she barked that command, I could Victoria yell out to Michelle... 'Position you fucking slut!' and I knew that I was not the only one to be disciplined that night.

"Move your ass back a bit! I do not want any part of your cock touching the bed."

I obeyed immediately.

Betty had gone to the doorway of the bedroom and picked up a sports bag, which she now put beside me on the bed. Then she reached between my legs and fingered my balls and my hard cock, which I thought, would explode shortly from all the excitement.

"Whoa boy! No one told you to get hard. We will have to do something about that unless you can? No, you probably can't. I guess I'll have to take care of that." As my head was facing her sports bag, I glimpsed her removing a brown heavy leather strap from it and knew I was to be punished with it. The strap was about 2 feet in length, 2 inches wide and about a quarter of an inch thick.

Crack! She had landed a hard one across my ass, which brought a moan from me into that facecloth, stuffed into my mouth. 'Oh fuck that feels great,' I thought and I felt my cock getting even harder. She then took hold of my balls, squeezing them for all she was worth until I moaned in pain. Then, she pulled on my cock, jerking it down hard and I thought that she was going to pull it off.

'Crack, crack, crack' came sounds from downstairs followed by Michelle's screams and a yell of 'fuck you bitch.'

The bedroom door slammed shut immediately after Betty released my cock from her death grip.

"We don't need any distractions from below as I want you to concentrate on your own punishment slut. That cock of yours will not soften up as I want it to." She said as she walked back to me.

'CRACK' the leather landed hard on my balls, so hard that I fell to my knees in pain. I was in tears from the blow and moaning loudly when Betty grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to a standing position. She turned me around to face her and then roughly pulled the facecloth from my mouth as I tried to compose myself from that last blow.

"Don't worry slut, your punishment is not over. There's lots of pleasure left for you to enjoy. Ah, I see that your prick has softened up. Perfect! Now william, will you be using any airport, or entering a judicial building or any other area that does metal screening of the human body within the next month?"

"No Ma'am, I do not believe so," I replied through clenched teeth.

"Excellent, you've just chosen your chastity device that you will wear until your training session on Saturday and afterwards when ordered. You are expected to be at Mistress Alexis' office at 10:00 a.m. this Saturday and do not be late. Do you understand william?"

"Yes Ma'am, I understand." I said with a quizzical look on my face about the device mentioned which caused a chuckle from Betty.

"Now if you had told me that you would be going through a screening device within the next month, I would have put this pretty pink plastic one on you," she said as she reached into the bag, brought out the plastic chastity device for me to see, and tossed it back in. " This one is more manly, I think and it will look great on you. It's called a Spiked Cage. Don't you just love it william?"

She reached into the bag and brought out a stainless steel cock cage, which she held up for me to see. It was shiny with stainless steel ribbing and shafting. There was enough room for my cock to fit into it but just before she took it away, I noticed the spikes on the inside of the cage. The cage itself had a strip of metal that ran from the top, around the tip and then below back to its base. It held 7 rings in place that were spaced equally from the base to an inch from the tip. The tip was enclosed by another strip of metal that was perpendicular to the main shaft. When I looked closer at it especially when looking into the cage, I saw that it had on the interior 4 sharp spikes on each ring with another 4 at the tip. They looked needle sharp like a large nail or spike. "Oh fuck, that's going to kill me." Later, I found out that it was 1.3" in diameter and 5.1 inches in length and weighed almost one half pound.

Betty then bent over and slid my soft cock into the cage, which filled the cage except for the last half-inch or so. The spikes pulled at my skin, causing a groan to leave me, but they did not scratch or cause my cock to bleed but I knew that with a hard erection, the spikes would easily break the skin. Quickly, she closed a locking ring that looked like a miniature handcuff around the base of my cock and balls squeezing it hard and tight until there was a loud snap. Then she reached again into the bag and brought out a small padlock that she used to lock the ring together to ensure that there would be no chance of removal. The lock sat at the top of ring and as I looked down at it, I knew that it would be easy to pick it.

'God it's cold... and heavy. I can't wear this until Saturday's training session.' I thought. There was no way that I would be able to have an erection wearing this cage and if I did, what would those spikes do to me?

'Lie on the bed on your back with your arms behind you!" she commanded in a serious tone.

I obeyed and watched as she took a small black candle and lighter from the bag. She then lit the candle bending over, took hold of the padlock, turned the bottom of it up just as the first drop of wax left the candle. The wax landed on the keyhole and Betty wiped it even with the bottom of the padlock. Then, with an evil look on her face, she let go of the lock and let 2 drops of wax fall onto my penis between the metal bars of the cock cage; one close to the tip and one halfway to the base. I screamed as the first drop hit and with the second one, arched my back so that the caged cock was high in the air trying to escape from my torturer.

"There, that should keep you and your slut wife from trying to pick the lock. If we see that you have made an attempt to do so, you will receive much more pain than a few drops of wax on your prick. Do you understand william?" Betty stated in a calm voice.

"It's made of stainless steel so there is no problem or excuse for not showering daily. You will have to sit or kneel over the toilet to pee but you will probably like that. Won't you boy?"

"Yes Ma'am," I replied

"Now get on your stomach in a spread-eagle position!"

I rolled onto my stomach as I tried to catch my breath from the shock of the wax treatment I had just received and from the jabs on my cock from the sharp spikes. I had to adjust my cage by hand to find a less uncomfortable position to lie on it. Then as instructed, I spread out my arms and legs and trying to please the Dominant, gave a second effort and spread them as wide and far out as possible.

Betty let out a small chuckle again, "That's excellent slut. You do learn quickly. Now let's see, you are to receive an additional 15 strokes as punishment for your actions during the first meeting with Mistress and for your stupidity at the party. You will count them out after each stroke and you will thank me for each one. If you make an error boy, we will start all over again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, I understand."

No sooner had those words left my mouth that I received 3 quick blows on my left upper leg, 2 across my ass cheeks and 1 across my upper back. I screamed and then realized that I must count out the strokes. What I came up with was, "1, thank you Ma'am, 2,3,4, thank you Ma'am, 5 thank you Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am, I lost count." I lay there gritting my teeth as I waited for the pain to subside knowing that I would receive an additional 15 strokes.

"You are a poor excuse for a slave, william. A slave must be prepared at all times and must concentrate on the situation at hand. Do not pay attention to your pain but rather to what your Mistress is saying. You will learn boy! That is just another lesson to thank me for. We will start over at a slower speed this time."

"Thank you Ma'am." And then the blows came across my ass, back and upper legs for which thanked her after each as I counted them out. When she finished, she let me lie there as I caught my breath and relaxed as it felt as if I had tried to push my body into the bed.

"Slave position, william. NOW! On the floor!" she commanded.

I jumped up and fell to the floor as quickly as I could, ignoring the pain from the blows I had just received. On my knees, legs wide apart, head down with my hands resting on my knees and my palms up.

"Very good slut," she commented, "This is referred to as 'slave position standard' or just 'standard.' Do you understand that and can you remember that?"

"Yes Ma'am, I understand and I will remember."

" Good. Now let's try another shall we. 'Slave position tongue,' now boy!

"I don't know what that is Ma'am," I replied.

Again, she just laughed. "Slut, it's kneeling as you are now with your hands behind your back, head up and tongue out. The command is 'slave position tongue' or just 'tongue.' Now, assume the position, 'tongue,' she barked.

I did as ordered and then watched as she walk up between my legs and lifted the bottom of that short black dress to reveal a shaved pussy... a perfect camel toe. I could smell her womanhood even before she grabbed my head and drew it to her pussy. I knew that she was excited and wet even before her command.

"Lick it you fucking slut," she barked, "lick it for all that you are worth boy."

She pushed my face into her beautiful cunt as my tongue sought out her crack and then her clit. She was hot...she was wet...she tasted divine and she smelled not just of sex but sex with a hint of a fantastic perfume. As I licked and stuck my tongue into her, she began to grind her hips into my face. I was caught up in the excitement and could not contain my cock from growing. It started to ache severely from the cage and the spikes that contained it. I moved my mouth to the left and took hold of that lip and started to suck on it just as I usually did with Michelle who loved that move.

Suddenly, my head was snapped back away from Betty, and a sharp, hard blow landed across my left cheek.

Slap!

"Did I give you permission to suck me slut?"

"No Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," I sheepishly replied. And then I saw her right hand coming at me.

"YOU" slap! "WILL" slap! "LEARN" slap! "TO" slap! "OBEY" slap! "DO YOU UNDERSTAND" slap! slap!slap!

"Yes Ma'am, I understand," I replied with my left cheek feeling as if it were on fire. I felt so fucking good that I almost wanted to suck on her again but my need to please her took over thankfully because my excitement was causing pain to my cock from the spikes in the cage.

"Good, now get back at it and lick. Do not stick your tongue in my hole and do not only lick my clit until you are ordered to do so. Do not suck on my lips or lick elsewhere. Not all women are the same." She barked out at me as shoved my face into her again. "Fuck, we're almost out of time."

I went back to my work; enjoying every little lick as she ground her hips into my face, and as she moaned louder and louder until...

"Now! Lick my clit only...faster slut... faster...ahhhhhhhhhh," she screamed softly as she held my face to her. " Stop slut! Do not move!" She pushed and rubbed her pussy into my face.

I obeyed and then hoped that she would want me to fuck her as Michelle always wanted when I had brought her to orgasm orally but I then realized that it would not happen because of that damn cage that she had put on me. Not only was I being spiked but also I was being denied an orgasm, which would become extremely painful I was to find out over the next 36 hours.

Once her orgasm had run it's course, she pushed my head back, pulled down the hem of her skirt and let go of my hair that she had grabbed in her excitement.

"Slave position, quickly boy."

I obeyed and knelt there with legs apart, head down and palms up while they rested on my knees.

There was a sudden knock on the door and I looked up at it only to receive a hard slap across the top of my head.

"You are in slave position boy. Keep your fucking head down," Betty ordered. "Enter!"

Michelle came into the room alone as I recognized her feet but that was all I could see of her and no one else entered. She let out a gasp when she saw the cage between my legs and whispered as if to herself, 'Oh my God.'

"Come here slut. Is Victoria waiting for me? GET over here. Now!"

"Yes Ma'am. She told me to tell you that she is ready to leave and that I was to give you this bag." Michelle replied and must have then been pulled to Betty from what I saw of their legs. Moans left both their lips and I knew that they were locked in an embrace, which must have seemed as if their bodies were one.

"Slave position beside your slut husband!" Betty suddenly commanded and Michelle knelt down beside me.

"In this bag, that you brought up Michelle, are your uniforms for this Saturday's training session. Nothing else is to be worn with the exception of sneakers or running shoes. No jewellery, watches, or any other personnel items, except your house and car keys, and wallets and identification. There are instructions in the bag as to where you are to park and william here has the time that you are to report in. The bag is locked with a numbered disposable plastic lock, which you must cut to open. You will open the bag when I Skype you, Michelle, on Saturday morning at which time you will show the bag to me so that I may see that it has remained locked and I must see the lock's numbers. Got it? Do not be late for your session! You will now remain in slave position until you hear us leave by ringing the doorbell. If we hear either of you even utter a moan, I will make it extremely difficult for both of you. Saturday's training will be hard enough and you both should be well rested for it. You have learned new slave positions today and you must teach them to each other, as you will be tested on them this Saturday." Betty then turned and left the bedroom, leaving the door wide open.