For several years, I was the submissive of Mistress Jacqui, a beautiful, devious, bisexual woman. Mistress Jacqui loved playing with slaves of both sexes, usually at the same time. Many times she'd allow me to join her while she reduced a slave girl to a quivering mess by using a technique she called "cum torture."
One afternoon, Mistress Jacqui called me at work. Her husky, sensual voice caused my cock to stir when I picked up the phone. "What are you doing tonight, pet?' she asked, and I could envision the evil smile on her face.
"I didn't have any plans."
"Be at my home for 7. I've got a surprise. We'll have some fun," she hung up, laughing.
At 7, I was pulling into her driveway. Her job as an advertising executive allowed her to build a large home in the suburbs, set on over four acres of land, backed up to a state forest. She had built the house towards the back of the property, leaving a long driveway. She said she loved the location. There were no nosy neighbors to ask what all the screaming was about. I noticed another car parked in the driveway, and wondered whose it was. I would soon find out.
I made my way out of the car and to the door. Mistress Jacqui's entry door was an "airlock". There was the exterior door, a small foyer, and then an ornate, heavy wooden door that was the actual door into her home. I opened the exterior door, and stood in the foyer. Mistress Jacqui required her submissives to remove their "vanilla" clothes before entering. Often, she would leave other clothes in the foyer that she wished her subs to wear. Once she had left a complete French Maid's outfit for me, including 6" stiletto heels which I had teetered around on for most of a day.
Tonight, there was nothing, except my black leather collar, sitting on a small circular table. I quickly stripped out of all my clothes, folding them neatly on the floor underneath the table. My cock was already rock hard, and my breathing quickened as I placed the collar, the symbol of her ownership, around my neck. I then pressed the door bell, and kneeled on the floor, eyes cast down, before the door, awaiting her.
In short order, I could hear the clicking of approaching footsteps on the other side of the door. The door swung open and Mistress Jacqui's feet, encased in high heeled boots came into my vision. "I'm here to serve you, Mistress," I said reverently, and I lowered my head and kissed the toes of her boots.
She reached down and ran her hand through my hair, "I'm so glad you're here, pet," she said, running her hand along the side of my face, and under my chin, raising my face so I could gaze upon her.
Mistress was 40, but she looked at least ten years younger. At 5'10", she towered over me, even without heels. Shoulder length, coppery, red hair framed a face with high cheekbones, emerald green eyes and a small mouth with full lips. Most of her 36D breasts were exposed, spilling over the cups of a black lace corset. Her legs were hidden underneath black, thigh high leather boots. She smiled as she attached a leash to my collar. "C'mon, let me show you your surprise." She turned, and I was able to gaze at the thong disappearing between the globes of her creamy white ass cheeks as I crawled behind her on my hands and knees.
We headed down the hall toward the guest bedroom. Mistress Jacqui stopped before the closed door, and turned back, looking down into my eyes. She smiled a devilish, wicked smile, "You're going to love this," she cooed, before throwing open the door.
Mistress had converted this particular bedroom into a playroom. The room was about 15 x 17. The walls were covered with pegboard and hooks from which hung various whips, crops, floggers, paddles, cuffs, collars, blindfold, gags and other implements. Against the center of one wall was a queen-sized bed, flanked by side tables. Against the wall opposite was a large dresser, within which Mistress Jacqui kept dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, her electrical toys and other small items. There was a padded sawhorse, and against one wall, a St. Andrew's cross. The closet was filled with women's clothes in leather, latex and lace, as well as many pairs of shoes and boots. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and rings secured at various locations on the floor and walls.
As I entered, I saw a young woman; naked, standing and secured spread-eagled in the middle of the room. She looked to be in her middle 20's, with deeply tanned skin and blond hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was blindfolded, and had what I recognized to be one of Mistress Jacqui's cock gags secured in her mouth. She was shorter than I, probably around 5'4", and had a very tight, toned body. Her breasts were full and round, with large aureoles and nipples that were already hard. Her pussy was shaved, and I could already see wetness around her labia.
"David, meet Katherine," Mistress said, walking towards the girl. "Kneel," she ordered, pointing at a spot several feet away from Katherine. Mistress continued, moving close to her, and beginning to run her hands over the girl's body. "She's my newest slave. I've only been training her for a couple of weeks. She's such a slut." Katherine let out a long, loud groan as Mistress brought her open hand down hard and spanked her on the ass. Mistress then looked over at me, "Go over and get a set of wrist and ankle cuffs for yourself."
As I walked to the far wall and retrieved the cuffs, Mistress Jacqui removed Katherine's blindfold. "Do you like what you see, my little slut? He's got a cute ass, doesn't he?" Mistress asked her. Katherine just moaned into her gag, but it sounded to me like an affirmative moan. "I like fucking his ass with my strap-on, just like I fuck yours."
I returned and Mistress Jacqui quickly secured the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. Then she placed me in a spread eagle position, using the same chains and floor rings that Katherine was attached to. We were touching each other. He skin was hot and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into me. I'm sure she could feel the wetness of my leaking cock and its hardness pressing into her belly. I was looking straight ahead, but Katherine's eyes were downcast, and she looked to be embarrassed. Mistress Jacqui grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled, bringing her head back up. "I want you both looking into each others' eyes. She's got beautiful blue eyes, doesn't she David?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied. Katherine's eyes held a bit a fear, but also smoldered with barely contained longing and sexuality. I could tell she was frightened about what might happen, but that she wanted it...needed it.
Mistress Jacqui had picked several implements off the wall, and returned to the two of us. First, she attached a pair of nipple clamps to each of us. A short, thin chain ran between each pair, connecting Katherine and I together, with very little slack. If either of us moved, it would pull the clamps on the other slave's tits. Next, Jacqui kneeled down, and attached Y-clamps to us. Usually she used these on me to clamp both my nipples to my cock or balls. Tonight, she attached one clamp to my balls, and the other two clamps to Katherine's pussy lips, the chain running between them.
