Mistress left Alexandra and me in Miss Lucy's care while she went away for a few days. I think Miss Lucy knew what she was up to, but we slaves were only assured that she would return with good news. I, for one, felt a bit like a kid anticipating Christmas.
Miss Lucy occupied us with wicked torments of her own device. The night Mistress was due to return, her sadistic imagination scaled new heights. Alexandra and I were arranged facing each other. A pair of steel handcuffs forced us together. Each of us wore one of the cuffs tightly encircling our cocks and balls. She fondled each of us to full erection, so our stiff cocks assumed an En Garde posture. They gradually began lubricating themselves as precum oozed and trickled down our shafts.
Our nipples were connected by two shared sets of clover clamps sporting fishing weights to increase the pressure agonizingly. A short chain was attached to each of our collars. This brought our lips mere inches apart and Miss Lucy pushed us gently together, compelling us to kiss. Our eyes met for a moment as our mouths opened and our tongues met. We lost ourselves in the passion that had been building between us for weeks, Miss Lucy circled us snapping pictures with her camera.
Our hands, still free, had found their ways to each other's rigid cocks. I stroked Alexandra's majestic organ as she caressed my smaller rod, sliding her thumb over my glans, spreading the silky precum that oozed forth. Her caress was driving me quickly toward orgasm. Miss Lucy chuckled as she reached between us and pulled our hands away.
"That will be enough of that, you naughty sluts."
She connected our wrist cuffs to each other's with double dog clips, then raised them above our heads where she joined them all together with a plastic wire tie. In frustration at losing manual access to our eager cocks we wriggled our hips to rub them together.
Still chuckling at our desperation to maintain contact between our rigid organs she spread a generous dollop of Ben-Gay on her palms, stepped close and began caressing our balls. As she slathered our scrotums with the ointment, the strong odor of menthol assaulted our nostrils and we gasped almost simultaneously into each other's mouth. The fiery burn of the liniment on our tender flesh built, and boosted our gasps into moans, then into whimpers.
"Lovely. Almost done, sluts. Are you enjoying this?"
Alexandra moaned as Miss Lucy squeezed her balls hard. I managed a half-hearted, "Yes, Miss."
Unsurprisingly, she her wickedness wasn't quite done, and she produced two spreader bars which she affixed in the same manner as the rest of the hardware. Each bar was attached to one of our ankles, so they formed and x on the floor between us. A connecting bit of hardware that she added to adjust the angle of the spreaders had the effect of separating our genitals to the maximum that the handcuffs allowed. An excruciating lagniappe to the smorgasbord of agony.
Of course, there was still more to come. When I saw her pick up the Ben-Gay again I groaned plaintively. Her slick finger slipped into my anal crack spreading the greasy fire and then probed inside me. It soon felt like she had set my ass on fire. Alexandria soon joined me in wailing at the new assault on our senses. A horrible harmony of suffering.
Miss Lucy left us like that, cocks, balls, and asses burning horribly. The brief respite allowed us to whisper soft consolations and encouragement to each other, and when we heard her return, we kissed briefly in a gesture of solidarity.
She brought a bucket with her. We both knew the purpose of the implement from previous weightlifting sessions we had endured for her entertainment. She attached the handle to our conjoined junk with another zip tie. From the bucket she extracted two large butt plugs which she slathered with lubricant.
"Take note of my kindness, sluts. No additional Ben-Gay."
She inserted mine first, working the tip in gently before increasing the pressure steadily as she forced the fat part past my burning sphincter. I yelped at the intrusion and breathed deeply to manage the new agony. When she had finished the same procedure on Alexandra, she stepped back to admire her work and lovingly stroked us.
'You look very hot."
My vision was clouding as I felt myself slipping into subspace. Alexandra's head was drooping too, and I could tell space was coming on forcefully for her also. Depending upon the torments that bring me to sub space the experience has a different color. The deep black velvet is how it always begins, but subsequently a color begins to imbue itself. This time it was clearly going red, what I consider angry space. Each color corresponds to an emotion for me. I lost context and soared with the sensation that the pain induced endorphins led me to float away.
As my head finally began to clear, I was amazed to Find Mistress Barbara stroking my cheek with a gentle, almost delicate touch. When she realized I had emerged from my reverie and looked at her with returning comprehension she kissed me softly.
"My beautiful fucktoy. I'm so glad to be back with you. Red has used you hard and well I see."
"Yes, Mistress, she has."
She turned to kiss Miss Lucy, and they locked in a passionate embrace. The fierce lust between them was palpable and Alexandra and I exchanged a look echoing their heat. When at last they separated she touched both Alexandra and me. "I missed you two terribly. I love what you've done with the place, Red." She stroked our conjoined cocks and smiled at Lucy.
"I thought they would make a nice welcome home for you."
"Fantastic human sculpture with our lovely slaves. Have you taken pictures?"
"Of course."
"I need a shower after my trip. Would you mind disentangling them and meet me in my bed?"
"We'll be there."
Mistress headed for the bathroom as Miss Lucy began removing the hardware from our bodies. Both of us screamed loudly when she removed the clovers from our nipples and the blood rushed back into the tortured flesh.
Before she unlocked the handcuffs from our cocks and balls, she took a flogger with fine thong tresses and gave us ten lashes with it. We cried out in unison, gasping into each other's mouth as the leather bit into our already aching balls.
After what seemed like an hour all of the connections had been released. Miss Lucy grabbed a handful of Alexandra's long blonde sweat dampened curls, "What do you have to say for yourself, slut?"
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Come." Miss Lucy commanded, and grabbing me excruciatingly by the balls, she dragged us into Mistress' bedroom.
Mistress emerged from the bath in less than a minute clad in her fluffy robe and toweling her hair. She looked toward her bed where Miss Lucy lounge against the headboard. Alexandra and I knelt up at the foot of the bed.
Mistress turbaned the towel around her hair, let the robe drop to the floor and lay on the bed. Miss Lucy slid down from the headboard and embraced her. Again, they kissed with blistering passion as their slaves looked on enviously. Their passion communicated to us, and our cocks rose in unison as we fondled each other.
