Mistress Chloe called for a cab to pick us up. She wouldn't tell me where she was taking me, but she seemed excited. As we drove into the downtown area, she rested her hand in my lap. She knew it was driving me crazy making the harness dig into her cock.
I felt her loving eyes on me, and it made me happy to know that the thing between us was real and growing despite the constraints that were so much more complex than just some leather straps binding her cock and balls. That was confusing the hell out of me. Which "her" owned the cock and balls bound between my legs? Maybe more important, which one owned my heart. I didn't even really need to choose; they both knew everything about the whole situation. Was it fucked up, or was it beautiful?
The Lovin Spoonful recorded a song that fit this situation perfectly, "Did You Ever Have to Make up Your Mind." But the thing was, I didn't want to or have to. I loved both of them and after all, what choice does a slave really have?
The cab pulled to a stop in front of the clothing boutique where Mistress Barbara and I had shopped the day before. Mistress Cloe led me inside to the lingerie section. Across the store I spotted Leslie showing some dresses to a woman.
Mistress Chloe was examining various items of sexy lingerie. Several pairs of panties, all cut differently, in various colors. She also checked out some garter belts in the same colors as the panties. I realized what she was up to when she held a pair of the panties up in front of me and then one of the garter belts.
"You're so pretty when you blush like that."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Then she led me to the stockings. She focused on seamed and fishnet ones. occasionally selecting a pair to offer for my perusal. Since I was pretty sure what she had in mind for these garments I tried to react favorably to the ones that looked the most comfortable.
"Could I be of any help, Miss?" I hadn't noticed Leslie slip up behind us. Apparently, she had finished helping the woman dress shopping. She looked at me curiously.
"Oh, hello. I didn't notice you." Now I had company blushing.
Mistress looked from one of us to the other with a dawning expression of amusement.
"I heard about you."
Leslie looked down, her blush deepening. That explained more about our trip to the boutique.
"Mistress Barbara briefed you." Mistress Chloe's mischievous smile spoke for her.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Erik's Mistress has put him in my care while she's away. I'm Chloe."
"Um... Leslie, so, the woman you were here with before, Barbara is your Mistress? What does that mean?"
"She owns me."
"Then why do you call her Mistress?" Confusion colored her gesture toward Mistress Chloe.
"Mistress had to go away for a few days, and she took that opportunity to begin training Chloe as a Domme."
"A Domme?"
"Female sexual dominant."
"Okay." It was clear Leslie was still confused but we all let it alone when she dropped her line of inquiry to change the subject.
She pointed to the lingerie Mistress had accumulated.
"Those are too large for you."
This brought a lovely smile to Mistress' face.
"That's okay, they're not for me. Could we try them on?"
"Oh. well underwear isn't supposed to be..."
"Why don't you come with us to the changing room."
"Uh.. I'm not sure we should do this."
"Last time was fun back there, wasn't it?" I accompanied this with my sexiest smile.
Leslie sighed in surrender and led us to the changing rooms.
Mistress swatted my ass, "Pants off, fucktoy."
That startled Leslie. but when I pulled my sweatpants down, startled turned to shocked. She stared at Mistress' harnessed genitals incredulously and pointed.
"What is that?"
"I don't see the point in him trying on sexy panties with a stiff cock ruining the line, do you?"
Leslie sputtered in response. Her eyes were riveted to my equipment.
"Would you like to touch him? Go ahead, he won't bite."
Leslie hesitated, but her curiosity eventually won out and she reached out hesitantly. At first, she barely touched the leather, but quickly became bolder and handled me aggressively. As her caresses prompted an attempted erection, I cried out as the spikes did their job.
"Wow, how does that work?"
Mistress Chloe stepped close, took hold of the cock strap and opened it. flipped the spike side up and grinned wickedly at Leslie.
"When you pull the strap down nice and snug on his cock the spikes dig in a little. It's very uncomfortable. At least that's what he tells me. But if he starts to get hard it becomes excruciating."
"Wicked."
"That it is, and it works on many levels. Keeps my cock soft when I want it that way, reinforces his position as property, humiliates, emasculates, and more. Plus, it's a reward for good behavior when you take it off."
Of course, as soon as Mistress loosened the cock strap I began erecting. Leslie grabbed me and worked Mistress cock to full hardness.
"Would you like to use him?"
"I've been thinking I owed him."
"What for?"
"The woman he was here with, Barbara, had him take care of me. I felt bad leaving him hanging."
"He's very skilled. "
