A couple of days after Gail had introduced me into the fun to be had in disciplining her 25-year-old submissive husband, she rang me early one morning. I had been lying back in bed, fingering myself and dreaming up delightfully wicked ways to inflict pain on Rufus, the hugely cocked young body builder, when Gail rang.
"Hi, Christel here," I said, rather slowly, as I had been nearing a peak of sexual bliss while playing with myself.
"Hi Christel, it's me, Gail," came her deep, husky voice. "It's time for Rufus to do some work outs, so I was wondering whether you'd like to pop over and do some supervising with me. Two dommes are sometimes better than one."
"I'd love to," I said, my fingers moving in an instant from my snatch. Soon, I hoped, it would be the mouth of the lovely young black man working there, instead of my digital strummers.
"Pop that sexy little PVC outfit on - and the neighbours won't be suspicious of you calling in your macintosh, it's pissing down with rain."
I gulped down an orange juice and a couple of pieces of fruit on my cereal while I stepped into the open-breasted, open-crotched PVC garment, which allowed a slave easy access to my breasts and pussy for body worship. I stepped into high heels, put my raincoat on and almost ran next door to Rufus and Gail's place.
Gail welcomed me with a warm, smoochy kiss and I gazed at her lovely outfit the gorgeous black beauty was wearing in jealous admiration. Her 40-inch breasts, the nipples big and black and surrounded by very large areolae, were supported by a gleaming black leather quarter-cup bra. A leather garter belt held up black stockings which had two-inch deep PVC bands at the top. She was without panties, leaving her semi-shaved snatch available for slave adoration. Her high heels saw the 40-year-old tower a good three inches above me.
Around her throat was a black leather collar-cum-choker with the word "B I T C H" standing out in chrome lettering.
"Let's go," said Gail, "Rufus is already downstairs and ready to get started."
I followed her down to the basement and we entered the pair's work out room, which was adjacent to the torture chamber where we had punished her husband at the week-end in my introduction to female domination.
Rufus was naked and standing to attention in the centre of the gym, his hands clasped behind his head. His nine and a half inch circumcised cock was in a state of semi-erection, rubbing sensuously against his upper inner thigh, a gleaming metal engorgement ring encircling his cock and balls. I wanted him, but knew that first Gail had some form of punishment planned.
I walked up to his gleaming brown body and placed a hand on his cock, making it stiffen appreciably until it was standing out in a perfect hard-on. "Hiya, handsome," I cooed, in what I hoped was a teasingly sexy voice, "miss me?"
The brown-eyed body builder whispered "Very much, Mistress Christel" and I stepped back to allow Gail to take charge.
"Right," snapped the statuesquely-built black woman, "it's time for his weekly push ups session. Some people call 'em push ups, some call em press ups, but whatever you call 'em they both mean the same thing to Rufus. Pain and humiliation. Ain't that right, baby?" Rufus nodded, his cock swaying sweetly as he agreed with his wife.
"Up on the bench, baby and I'll explain the situation to my assistant," ordered Gail.
Rufus stepped smartly over to a long leather bench and climbed onto it. The bench was about six feet long and some two or three feet wide. Rufus placed his feet at the bottom of the bench, ankles almost touching and his hands at its head, fingers gripping around the edge of the bench. He kept his arms straight so he was in the "up" position for his work out. His cock dangled beneath him, so long it was almost grazing against the leather.
Gail then selected a rubber flogger, with many strands - far more than the traditional nine as with a cat - and handed me a single-lashed quirt with a lovely little leather handle.
"These are to signal his movements, baby," she said, as I ran the cruel tip of the quirt through my fingers. It felt sensual but I knew it would sting like hell when cracked against helpless flesh.
"Now I'm the 'down' dominatrix, so when I flog him across his shoulder blades, that's the signal for him to go into the down position. You're the 'up' dominatrix and when you give him one across his buttocks, that's the signal for him to come back to the starting position. Clear, baby?"
"Very," I told Gail.
"There's only one other thing. He stays down as long as we decide and while he's down he has to take that straw in his mouth."
It was then that I noticed a large plastic bottle of Coke had been placed on a table by the head of the work out bench, with a long straw stuck in it. Only the bottle wasn't holding Coke but some yellow liquid.
"This is quite a strenuous work out," Gail continued, "so every now and again I allow him to suck on the straw to get some refreshment. I do that by pressing this button. Watch."
Then I saw that on the table, just in front of the Coke bottle was a stand with two bulbs set into it. The first light was red, but when Gail pressed the remote controller in her non-whip carrying hand, the light next to the red came on yellow. Then the yellow went out and the red light came on again.
"So it's red for stop, yellow for suck - that's right, isn't it Rufus?"
Rufus nodded: "Yes, Mistress Gail."
"Explain to Christel why the yellow is an appropriate colour, Rufus."
I'd already guessed but I felt a flicker of excitement run through me as Rufus explained: "Because the bottle's full of your divine piss, Mistress Gail."
"Yeeeeuk," I exclaimed, though I was secretly thrilled. "Doesn't it taste fuckin' awful?"
Gail laughed. "I think so - mind, I've only had a teeny little taste, but Rufus insists it's lovely and he says he's privileged to drink my piss," she said. "Ain't that so, Rufus?"
"Yes, Mistress Gail," Rufus replied, obediently.
"Fuck," I said, "this I've got to see." Gail then moved to the opposite side of the bench so I was off to her husband's left, she to his right.
"Sure," said Gail, "so let's begin. Take your cues from me, darling."
And with that the stunningly-built black domina swept her rubber-thonged flogger down onto her husband's broad, muscular back. As the thongs caressed his brown flesh, Rufus went into a downward motion, until he was straining to hold it, his mouth clenched firmly around the tip of the straw.
I looked intently at the lights on the table, but the red stayed on. Then Gail nodded at me. I swept the quirt down across his quivering buttocks, leaving a striped, slightly red imprint on his globes. Rufus pushed himself into the upright position.
"Sorry, forgot to tell you I sometimes keep him guessing about whether he's got to suck up some piss," Gail laughed. Then she swept the flogger down over his back again.
This time, almost immediately after Rufus had got the straw in his mouth, Gail flicked her remote and the red light went out, the yellow one came on. He sucked steadily for about two or three seconds, then the red light came on again and I flashed the quirt down across his trembling backside.
"How much of your piss is there in that bottle?" I asked, looking across at my fellow dominatrix.
