Mistress' excitement about our impending party was infectious. The thought of preparing for our beautiful, sexy guest had me bustling about the apartment arranging things with an erection that wouldn't quit. I would never have thought that making a bed could be so sexually exciting, but the expectation that Mistress and I might soon be sharing it with Miss Lucy had my mind swirling with fantasies. There was no doubt that there would be much discomfort, probably pain in store for me, but that was immaterial. The thought of suffering for Mistress and her sexy friend excited me tremendously.
When the delivery of goodies from the Chinese restaurant arrived, Mistress allowed me to put on a pair of satin shorts that did nothing to hide the fact of my rock-hard erection. Still, I thought it was very kind of her to at least allow me to cover it in front of the delivery guy.
I removed the shorts, set the oven to 175 to keep the food warm, and reported to Mistress for further assignments.
She grabbed me by the balls and led me to the bathroom. A full enema bag hung above the toilet. She motioned for me to sit, lubed the nozzle, and inserted it in my ass. When she released the valve, warm soapy water flooded my bowels, and I felt myself distend.
"I want you clean and ready for any possible use tonight, fucktoy. Lucy is very creative, and I imagine she will bring some wicked toys. From the looks of your cock it seems you're looking forward to the festivities."
"Yes, Mistress. I hope I can please you and your guest in any way you wish."
"Do you find Miss Lucy attractive?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. She's gorgeous."
"More beautiful than me?"
"No, Mistress. Your beauty is unparalleled. She's beautiful, but your beauty has captivated me from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I adore you, Mistress."
"Good boy."
I grinned appreciatively at her praise and reveled in the soft stroke she bestowed on my cheek.
"Since you haven't asked, I will tell you something. Lucy and I have a long history. I generally prefer men, but with her, I made an exception. She isn't the only woman I've ever been with, but she is the only one I've ever loved. You will not be the first slave we have ever shared, but I'm confident you will be the best."
"I'll try as hard as I can to please both of you in any way either of you desires."
She stroked my cheek softly again, looked deep into my eyes, and gave me a tender kiss.
"There may well be pain involved. Lucy can be cruel in her affections."
"Yes, Mistress. I hope to do you proud."
"I'm sure you will. Now, hold your enema for ten minutes, and then we'll finish preparing you."
"Yes, Mistress."
She left me sitting on the toilet for ten minutes that seemed more like an hour. When she returned and permitted me to release, I did with pleasure that almost balanced the earlier discomfort.
She wore a bathrobe of fluffy white terrycloth that made her look fabulous, perfectly setting off her beautiful black hair. She led me into the shower and supervised as I shampooed and scrubbed myself. She took charge of washing her cock and balls thoroughly, which of course, brought me to steely rigidity.
"No cumming, fucktoy."
"Yes, Mistress." This was easy to say, but I felt incredibly close. I think she saw that in my eyes and flicked her glans hard several times until the erection wilted.
I knelt on the bathmat as she showered, forcing myself not to look at her perfect body in a futile effort to forestall another boner. She had me dry her, which I'm sure was intended as torture. When her cock hardened, she scrubbed it painfully with her back brush. As planned, that treatment again momentarily deflated her cock.
Once back in her fluffy robe, she had me bend over and rest my forehead on my folded arms atop the toilet cistern. Using the back of the brush, she spanked me. She only administered ten strokes, but they were forceful and stung like crazy.
"Good boy. Lucy should be arriving soon. Come help me dress."
Mistress selected an incredibly sexy red dress and a pair of evil-looking, strappy black sandals with four-inch heels that brought us eyeball to eyeball. She chose a black garter belt and seamed stockings with no panties or bra. I nearly came without any contact as I helped her dress. Smoothing her stockings, attaching the clips, and then helping her slip into and close the snaps on her shoes was the sequence that nearly made me lose it. The aroma of her magnificent sex nearby was intoxicating and, combined with touching her lithe legs and her petite feet, made my head swim.
Of course, I was naked except for my collar and cuffs. Mistress instructed me to await Miss Lucy by the door.
"Present." She instructed.
I adopted the position she taught me to assume at that command. Feet spread to shoulder width, hands behind my head, fingers interlaced, chin up with mouth slightly open in invitation, genitals thrust forward offered and awaiting inspection. Deep breaths and meditation were not enough to calm my pounding heart as my dreams of what was to come roiled my fevered emotions.
Fortunately, it was only a few minutes until a knock came at the door.
Mistress opened the door to reveal Miss Lucy looking even more stunning than she had in her shop. She wore a black leather dress, slit up the side, revealing the thigh-high boots that mesmerized me earlier. Her spectacular red hair curled down over her shoulders and rested on her breasts outlined under the supple leather.
She dropped a leather bag inside the door and embraced Mistress immediately, locking her in a passionate kiss. The spectacle of these two gorgeous women drinking each other in, caressing each other, weakened my knees.
At last, they broke the kiss, and Miss Lucy stepped inside as Mistress closed the door. Miss Lucy looked me up and down, smiled wickedly, and began inspecting me. She slipped three fingers with red lacquered nails into my mouth. I needed no prompting to suckle them lovingly, which broadened her smile. She withdrew them and trailed them down to a nipple. She teased the nipple, flicking it with her nails while her other hand cupped Mistress' cum swollen balls. Instead of the harsh squeeze I expected, she cupped them softly and trailed her fingernails up the rigid organ towering above them.
I gasped, and she laughed mirthfully as she and Mistress walked to the couch holding hands. They sat close together, gazing at each other lovingly.
