Chapter 3 - Michelle's Punishment
When I finished my call, I looked back at the bed, and was surprised to see both girls fast asleep.
Looking out of the window onto the drab concrete grey of the apartment block, I noticed it was beginning to get light. Checking my watch, I saw it was just before four in the morning.
Even though the sight of the naked girls asleep in each other's arms was stimulating, the long night and recent orgasm started to take it's toll, my desire abated and I lay down next to them, covered us with a sheet and soon, fell into a heavy sleep.
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Too soon, I found myself awaking to the wonderful sensation of a warm and wet mouth engulfing my penis, making it stiffen and grow. The room was much lighter now, and I guessed it was mid-morning. Shaking the sleep from my eyes and my head, I noticed that my pleasurer was, once again, the adept Michelle. There was more to this girl than met the eye. Seeing me stir in more than one sense, she looked up from her ministrations, immediately replacing her mouth with her hand.
"My mistress is taking a shower, I 'ave got to get you ready," she said softly.
"I guess I should shower too," I replied.
"You don't 'ave to. I like your smell," she said and without waiting for a response, slowly started licking me. Like a cat cleaning itself, she started with my testicles, before returning for a short while to my cock, deep throating with wet slurping noises, simultaneously pumping the shaft with her hand, as her head moved up and down.
Almost reluctantly, she started up my hairy chest. I knew what would come next, and lifted my arms, as she greedily licked my fetid armpits.
"Very good, slave," said Becky's now familiar voice of command from the bathroom door. She had showered, but not changed. She was naked except for her stilettos and her ankle chain. Her hair was still piled up, showing her huge gold hoops. One hand was on her hips, but in the other, to my shock and awe, was a huge black whip. Instead of one length of rope, it had multiple leather thongs, and a long leather handle, shaped like a phallus. This was no ordinary Ann Summers toy.
I was spellbound at the sight of the tiny dominatrix. She had just trumped me in our battle of wills, and momentarily I desired to be at the end of her flogging.
Michelle looked up at her mistresses voice, and shuddered involuntarily at the sight of the whip. Becky slowly advanced, turned the whip round in her hand and brutally thrust the phallic handle into Michelle's vagina. Becky yelped in surprise.
"Now then, slave whore, get changed into our favourite outfit. And hurry," commanded Becky.
Michelle swiftly departed.
"Has my slave been good to you?" Becky asked me, as she straddled me, pushing my cock into her vagina, and then slowly moving up and down.
"You have trained her well."
"Call me 'Mistress'," she suggested.
"How about I call you 'Chav cunt'," I replied.
She slapped me hard on the face. I slapped her back. She drove down hard on my cock. I bucked up hard, and we succeeded in hurting each other. While she continued to fuck me, she put both hands on my throat, and I responded by mauling her tits and nipples. Our passion eased our anger, and we began to fuck passionately. I had never been so eroticised by such simple sex. Her cunt was small and tight. It fitted me like a glove. She bent forward and kissed me, deeply, like long time lovers. It was clear she was not totally in command here. But then, neither was I. I increased the pace of my thrusts, and she slowed hers down.
