"Yes, Mistress."
There was some chair scraping and shuffling and the cane was lifted off his back. He heard it swished though the air a few times. There was another swish and he was hit across the middle of his buttocks. If his arse had not been sore he would have hardly noticed it; as it was he made a grunt and jerked a bit in his bonds. Clearly Eva wasn't satisfied and stepped back for the second stroke. It was much harder but wild; the cane slashed all the way down the outside of his thigh to the knee. It hurt badly and he screamed.
"So now do you think he deserves to come?"
"Yes ok." Eva sounded breathless and very excited. His cock started to grow as soon as he heard the words and as soon he felt hands on him his cock was tight.
"So, slave," his mistress said, "Not too fast - hold on and let everyone who wants have a turn."
Blindfolded and immobilised he felt completely isolated from everything except the pain in his arse and the pleasure of the feeling of the hands on his cock. People were gathering around him. There were hands touching his marks and some more tentatively touching his cock. He felt a lubed hand begin to stroke him gently, then the hands on his cock changed but he couldn't tell who was touching him. Even now he was struggling not to come until he was allowed and just as he was about to give in he felt the hands being pulled away from his cock. He was left twitching in the air and dribbling precome.
"Messy," he heard someone say.
Finally someone took his cock and started long slow deliberate strokes that he knew he wouldn't be able to resist for long.
"Come for me," his Mistress whispered softly and almost immediately he let go in one long shuddering orgasm that went on and on as she kept on stroking him. The long wait since he last came made the sensation almost unbearable, he felt like the come was being sucked out of him, and he cried out, unable to restrain himself.
"Good slave," she said when it was over and he was limp and gasping over the horse. "Have this." He felt something held to his lips and opened his mouth. His head was pulled back and his come was tipped into him. As the last of it went into his mouth he tasted coffee and realized they had made him come into his Mistress's cup and had him eat it.
When the cup was taken away he said "Thank you, Mistress." meaning it with all his heart. She patted him again and said, "Good slave," as she closed the zip over his mouth.
"Well done Mistress," he heard the harsh voice say, "Let's go and celebrate your graduation with some champagne while he gets sorted."
There was some scattered applause and then talking as the group moved off down the hall leaving him strapped to the horse and alone. A door closed and the sound of excited chatter was cut off. He waited, lost in the glow of his pride in his Mistress, his orgasm and the pulsing, burning pain in his arse.
After a while he heard another door open and the brisk heels come down the hall into his room. He caught the smell of cigarette smoke. "Ok, let's get you off there and tidied up. You're not getting your clothes back though." The woman unfastened his wrists and ankles and helped him off the horse. He was very shaky from the beating and hood was disorientating. He almost fell as she pulled him off.
"Looks like you better crawl then," she said lowering him to the ground and taking the leash. She pulled him out of the room and he followed slowly and stiffly down the hall, away from the sound of voices of the party. At one point there was a confusing set of steps leading down to a landing then back up to the hall that she practically pulled him over by his collar, banging his knees. Finally they stopped, his leash was dropped and a door closed behind him. He knelt up.
"Hold still a moment, while I get this off," she said unlocking and unzipping his hood. It was stuck to him with a mixture of sweat and tears and she peeled it off very carefully, pushing her hands in around his face to free it. The sudden light made him blink and he found it hard to focus. He could breathe freely, released from the restriction of the hood and took several deep breaths that made him feel calmer. They were in a small dark bathroom tucked into the eaves of the house and the woman who had got him ready for his mistress earlier had taken off her skirt and was now stripped to a tight PVC corset and heels. Her body was hard and muscular-looking with surprisingly large breasts. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail and looked even more business-like than she had before.
She dropped the hood into a bucket then forced his head down to the floor while she pulled out the butt plug and dropped that in as well. With everything that had happened he had stopped noticing the plug but he felt strangely empty without it. The collar was left on. He knelt up again and she stood there looking at him with a considering expression. Suddenly making up her mind, she sat down on the bathroom stool, opened her legs and pulled him into her by his hair. "My turn. Lick!" she said and as his tongue found her clit, "Yes, yes, just there." She used him exactly like some sort of sex toy, holding him firmly by the hair and moving his tongue where she wanted with an assured proficiency. In a few minutes she had come, shuddering and hissing a little, and was pushing him into the shower.
"Wash yourself," she said turning on the water. "If I were you, I'd pay plenty of attention to your dick because from the way your Mistress has been talking to mine, this could be the last time you touch it for a while."
She left him alone in the shower. The hot water stung on his bruises but he washed himself carefully with the shower gel he found on the rack. His cock hardened, thinking about what the woman had said as he soaped his cock and balls. He still wasn't used to them being hairless. His Mistress punished him if he showed signs of excitement when he was getting waxed but he knew she expected it. His cock stiffened further as he thought about his Mistress taking complete control of it. They had talked about her plans to keep him either bound so his hands couldn't touch his cock or locked in his device at all times. The physical proof that his cock was hers he always found deeply exciting. The woman returned to find him lost in a reverie, fully erect and stroking himself.
"Good," she said putting a load of things down on the stool, "Good that you took my advice because I'm guessing it will be a long time to your next wank. Bring him over here." She opened the shower door and reached for his cock. She pulled him towards her and played with him until he was completely hard.
"Impressive that you can get hard so soon. Do you think you could come again? Let's see." She cupped her hand around his balls and started to stroke him firmly along the length of his shaft. She was surprisingly gentle and he joined her in stroking his cock. Even though he had come so recently he felt another orgasm rising. His cock was dribbling precome and he moaned a little. She stopped and held his hands away, laughing at her tease.
"Yes, yes, very impressive but we don't have permission so I better get you locked up properly before we get into trouble."
He almost said that his Mistress would never know but stopped himself just in time, thinking of the consequences if the woman reported him. He was sure that she would.
She picked up his cock cage from the pile of things she had bought with her and took hold of his erection. He had to be quite soft before the plastic one could be put on but this one could be forced on. She was obviously used to it, not bothered at all about hurting him. Soon he was locked back into his cage and his cock was aching. She held out a towel for him.
"Bend over," she said when he was dry, "Right over." She showed him a big metal butt plug and lubed it in front of his face. "This doesn't look very comfortable to me," she said, smiling, and pushed it in to him. She was right, it hurt. She saw he wouldn't be able to hold it in and made him hold it with his hands as she strapped him into a leather harness he hadn't seen before. She ran one of the straps between his buttocks, holding in the big plug so he could take his hands away, and clipped the strap to the bottom of the cock ring of his device. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands but she took them and put cuffs on his wrists and clipped them to a ring on the back of his harness.
"There," she said going over the buckles of the harness and tightening each one as hard as she could, pushing the plug deeply into him and making it impossible to breathe deeply, "Comfortable?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Good but you'll have a chance to get used to it because I think it is pretty much all you'll be wearing from now on. Come with me."
She clipped his lead on and led him out into the empty hall. They walked past the landing for the back stairs and past the open door of the room he had been beaten in. As they passed he looked into and saw a large room with a lot of gear around the walls. The chain they had hung him from was still dangling down and the horse stood near the centre of the room with a disordered group of chairs around it. Its padded top was rich dark red leather and had it strong legs that sloped away to the floor with a menacing air of strength and elegance. The woman tugged on his lead, "Come on, you'll get to have plenty more time in there I'm sure. I'm looking forward to spending some time in there with you on that horse myself. I have a very nice crop I'm going to introduce to your arse." She pulled him on down the hall, past the closed door with the sound of the party behind it and into the small bare room he had waited in before.
His clothes were gone from the chair and had been replaced by a black leather trench coat. The woman picked the blindfold his Mistress has used in the car off the coat and put it over his eyes.
