They were in Laurie's clean white playroom. The room's colours might have been non-traditional for a dungeon, but both ladies found the atmosphere the light colours promoted to be relaxing and pleasant.
Laurie poured Chardonnay into the two wine glasses on the tray. She offered one to Tracey and then relaxed into the second wingback chair. The two ladies enjoyed their first sip of wine, their eyes met and exchanged a knowing wink as the settled down to observe the scene before them.
Laurie was six feet tall; not counting her shoes, and was buxom in all the right places. She wore a simple white sundress with buttons from scooped neckline to hem. She's unbuttoned it completely so that its light fabric swept around her hips and legs as she moved. The open dress exposed her stockings and garter belt, and the bra that encased her large breasts. As she sat back in the comfortable armchair she crossed her legs, her calves were well defined by the rise of her white stilettos with their steel heels, and she dangled one shoe from her outstretched toes.
Tracey was a big, beautiful woman of medium height, with a broad smile and short dark hair. She exuded confidence in a way that Michael just knew she was Laurie's equal and, no doubt, similarly dominant. Tracey wore a loose flowing shirt over slacks and heels. She had unbuttoned her blouse when she moved to her armchair, exposing her large luscious breasts encased in a black bra. She sat back in her chair, sipping the wine Laurie offered her.
Enjoying their wine, the ladies relaxed and watched Michael in his predicament. Bound securely to the Pony, he couldn't even squirm as the feelings of the large butt plug and his genital bondage took their effect on his body. His attention was also fixed upon the video screen mounted below his head. The videos that Laurie started as they settled into their chairs showed him a constant series of large cocks spurting their hot come, alternating with images of men being fed come from fingertips and luscious mouths, and men being required to lick their come from many sexy female forms.
Laurie and Tracey exchanged pleasantries and discussed Michael's training to date. Laurie described the way he responded when she filled his tight ass with her dildos. She told Tracey how she would collect his come and feed it back to him from her own lips, or from her fingertips when it was collected in a condom such as he now wore.
Their attention was drawn to Michael's throbbing cock, which hung down exposed to their view. Tightly encased in the condom, which was held in place by two tight latex cockrings, they could see his cock bob, each time he flexed his muscles trying to push the building pre-come passed the constricting rings. The head of the condom was already showing signs of a gathering collection of his juices.
"Looks like he's enjoying himself," Tracey said.
"Yes," replied Laurie, "he's quite happy when he's strapped down and plugged tightly. He may come across in public as the big man, but we all know he's just a little slut once a lady snaps her fingers and says "Heel, boy!" to him."
"And tonight we'll push his limits past that little 8-inch dildo he likes you to use on him, right?" Tracey asked.
"Oh, yes. It's time we opened that ass a little more. You did bring the toys we discussed, didn't you?"
"I did," responded Tracey, "and he should know what's coming because he was always telling me how interested he was in feeling my toys."
"Shall we begin?," Laurie asked as she picked up the remote and, with a few clicks, replaced the view on Michael's monitor to one of the room. He could see the ladies in their chairs and himself strapped tight to the Pony in the centre of his screen. The view would allow him to watch as they played with his bound body.
"Of course," said Tracey as the Ladies clinked their glasses in a silent toast and drained their wine. The empty glasses landed on the tray simultaneously as the two women rose to their feet. Laurie shrugged the open sundress from her shoulders and placed it over the back of her chair. Tracey followed her example and did the same with her blouse.
They stepped forward to the bound man on his Pony. Laurie approached Michael's head, on hand tracing along his back and slipping down to stroke his hard nipple. She slipped the headphones from his ears with her other hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"I love you," she whispered, "and I want you to accept everything for me."
Michael groaned softly at her touch and the sound of her sensual voice. "Yes ma'am," he murmured in response.
As Laurie and Michael exchanged comments, Tracey stepped behind Michael's tied body. Her hands softly stroked across the cheeks of his ass. Her fingertips slipped along the crack to prod and push on the base of the anal plug, which held him open for their pleasure. Sitting on the stool that remained behind him, her fingers slid between his legs to caress his bound and smooth shaven scrotum. Finally, as she finished her leisurely inspection, she ran two fingers along the sides of his latex encased cock. She smiled as he groaned when her kneading fingertips pushed a large measure of pre-come from his shaft into the expanding head of the condom.
Laurie smiled at Michael's reactions as she walked to the end of the room out of his view. She returned to Tracey's side carrying a tray with a number of objects covered in a towel. They all knew what was under the towel, but that little bit of secrecy added to the anticipation they were all enjoying. Tracey squirmed with delight as she peeked under the towel and Michael would have squirmed if only he had that much freedom of movement.
