"For the last time slave, stop asking me for an orgasm," exclaimed Mistress Gail. "I don't care that they are swollen with cum, that they are sore from being spanked last night, or that you have not been allowed to cum for two months now! What do you have to say to that?"
"But Mistress it has been four months since you last allowed me a release! I endure everything you demand of me, take all the pain you dish out just for your own pleasure, deserve to cum!" whined her slave, David.
"Look at you, on your knees, naked as always except for your leather ankle and wrist cuffs and the heavy leather collar, and of course your lovely chastity cage which keeps you from coming so well. And you think I should let you have an orgasm? Orgasms are for men, and looking at you I see a chastised slave boy, not a man." explained Mistress Gail, continuing on, "but if you are so damn insistent, let's go!"
Snapping the leather leash to his collar she demanded that he crawl behind like a proper slave. But fear started to rise in his slave mind as she led him toward the front door! His mistress opened the door and casually pulled him out onto the steps, stopping to close and lock the door, seeming to be no hurry.
"Stay down on your knees, slave. And don't dawdle as the neighbors might see your pathetic ass!" chuckled his owner. She pulled him all the way to the car, opening the back door and demanded, "Get in the back seat and lay down. And keep quiet!"
With that Mistress Gail covered him with a blanket so he could not been seen. She got in the car, started it up and with nary a word to her slave drove off to places unknown to the slave. Although he couldn't hear clearly with the blanket over his head, the slave could make out his Mistress on the phone with someone, laughing that sinister laugh that always spelled trouble for him. The longer the conversation continued, the more she laughed. And the more concerned he became as to what was in store for him. He had never been taken out of the house so naked and driven to an unknown place. But he felt relief in the fact he was sure that his Mistress was going to allow him an orgasm. After all she agreed with him when she snapped the leash on his collar. But then again, maybe she was just trying to scare him and they would soon pull back into their own driveway.
Suddenly the car came to a stop, Mistress shut off the engine and quickly opened the door grabbing his leash and rather roughly pulled, ordering him to crawl out of the car and get back on all fours like the slave he knew he was. As he exited the car he realized they were not back in their own driveway and his fear started once again to manifest itself in his brain. What can she have planned for me, what will I have to endure, is anyone else going to see me, all these thoughts were racing through his slave mind.
Suddenly Mistress Gail pulls hard on the leash, all but dragging him up several steps to what he guessed to be the front door to someone's house. "Faster, slave. I don't have all day!" barked his supreme Goddess. As they reached the door it quickly swung open and out stepped a very beautiful woman who immediately embraced Mistress Gail. She warmly returned the embrace and as she tugged up on the leash, it was revealed to the slave that the two women were sharing a very passionate kiss, with their tongues probing each other's mouths.
As they finally parted, the mystery woman asked, "So this is the new slave meat that thinks it deserves to have an orgasm. What a stupid slave you are, boy!" she spat.
She spun on her heel and strode into the house with Mistress Gail right behind her, slave in tow.
"Mistress Elise, allow me to introduce you to this pathetic slave who thinks because he hasn't cum for four months that he has somehow earned the right to spew his boy goo all over!" chided Mistress Gail.
Addressing her slave, "Now boy this is Mistress Elise, a good friend of mine who has agreed to take care of your, shall we say, little problem! Mistress Elise is a very dominant lesbian who thinks the most useless thing in the world is a male's cock. She takes great sadistic joy in milking slaves. I am sure she is going to have a great time at your expense, but I don't think you will be so fond of her procedures." This caused his Mistress to once again laugh that sinister laugh that he knew all too well.
Handing the leash to Mistress Elise, she taunted him further, "I have to run some errands now. I will leave you in her most capable hands. How long do think this will take dear?"
"Oh I can't imagine I won't break him within an hour. Then a second hour just to reinforce his lesson!" laughed Mistress Elise. "But if you don't get back for three or four hours, that is fine. I will continue to abuse and torture his cock and balls. After all it has been more than a month since I have had the chance to milk a boy bone dry!"
"Well I can't thank you enough for helping me out, dear. I'll try not to be too long. You boy had better be on your best behavior. I want Mistress Elsie to enjoy herself at your expense!" And again the slave heard her laughter as she quickly departed.
"Now stand still and don't move a muscle boy", admonished Mistress Elise as she pulled his wrists behind his back and padlocked his cuffs together. Then he felt her pull his bound wrists upward until he heard her snap a short chain from his wrists to his collar. "There now you won't be causing me any trouble with those pesky hands! Now let's get started on emptying those balls out!"
Grabbing the leash she quickly pulled him down a hallway into what looked like a room designed for punishments, lots of canes, crops, and whips hanging from the wall and many types of restraints, not to mention the whipping post, a padded horse and what looked like a leather sling. The more he looked around, the more he started to get nervous that maybe this woman was really going to inflict pain on him before letting him jerk off.
"Now bend over the padded bench, boy. I am going to start out by caning your ass, hard! You will receive 12 cuts of my cane for starters!" intoned Mistress Elise. "Feel free to scream, cry, beg, or whatever you wish. It won't make a damn bit of difference as to how I treat you. In fact the more you scream and cry like a little boy, the wetter my pussy gets. Quite often I have orgasms when working over a pathetic male like you!"
"Now hold on tight boy, here it comes!" And without warning the slice was delivered with her considerable force, causing the slave to shriek loudly. He couldn't believe how it burned! "That was one, boy, only eleven more to suffer!" giggled Mistress Elise. Then she laid on six full force strokes without so much as a pause between them, causing the slave to again squeal and scream like a little boy, just as she had told him he would. With his ass on fire, he laid waiting for the rest of her vicious strokes, fearing them and wanting them all at the same time. He just wanted it to be over. Finally after letting him stew for a few minutes, Mistress sliced across his ass once more. Again it brought forth a scream of pure terror, such music to her ears! Then with little hesitation the final four cuts of the cane were delivered to that space right where the ass cheeks meet the thighs. And oh how he screamed in absolute panic as the pain seared through his body.
"Now stand up slave! And be quick about it before I decide to give you another dose of the cane!" demanded Mistress Elise.
