My newly reddened ass still hurts as I lie face up on the massage table with the butt plug still in my ass. But at least the belting had stopped and my cock was free of the chastity cage. Now, however, the rest of me was restrained instead of just my cock. With my legs spread apart, my cock and balls even more vulnerable than before. I was uneasy, make that scared, but excited.
I was blindfolded and naked in front of four mistresses and a female sub and exposed to the mistresses whims. I felt hands all over me. I had no way of knowing who whose hands belonged to which mistress.
I assumed Mistress Rhona was there, and perhaps Jenny, the-unseen-by-me female sub who had used me earlier and who had just severely belted my ass. She earlier told me her name, but ordered me not to tell anyone else that she had identified herself to me.
There apparently were three other mistresses, one or two of whom I may have seen among those I met earlier downstairs, perhaps including the mistress who had so familiarly played with my then caged cock downstairs. but I didn't know for certain. Mistress Rhona was doing a good job of keeping me off balance.
Hands were running all over me. Two were stroking my cock, one occasionally slowly pumping it, and two were caressing my nipples. Two were running up and down my inner thighs sending my body down the road to serious pleasure.
One mistress held my head and kissed me deeply, her tongue penetrating my mouth and caressing my tongue and lips, sucking me and pleasuring me. She left no doubt which of the two of us was in charge of the kiss. Was this the submissive who had cum on my face and prohibited me from cleaning it? Or was it a mistress who wanted to taste her drying cum? I had no clue.
My current situation was much more pleasant than what happened when I was lying on the table with my ass being whipped. The mistresses laughed as they discussed how hard my cock was becoming and how I was responding to their ministrations.
One unknown mistress leaned close and whispered into my ear, "How does it feel knowing that we can do whatever we want to you, and you don't even know who we are? You are such a pussy."
I replied, "Yes, Mistress. I'm embarrassed, but also scared and excited. I feel out of control, which somehow feels warm and comforting. I trust Mistress Rhona to respect my limits, but she is stretching them."
"Good, slave. But you shouldn't feel too comfortable. I read your Femdom Questionnaire. You've given up a lot about yourself. You're a slut. There's so much to work with. Who knows what I might do. I might even slap your balls. That's on your list, you know."
I shuddered and involuntarily cringed. I tried to put my legs together, but couldn't because of the restraints. The unknown mistress continued, "Now, so I can get to know you better, tell me about the worst punishment you've ever received."
I hesitated briefly before deciding hesitation was not a good strategy.
I replied, "That had to be the time a mistress ignored my safe word. She had me tied down on a bed and began cropping my ass. It was hard, way too hard. And it seemed to go on forever. I later looked in a mirror and saw she not only made my ass bleed in five or six different places, but also put stripes on my back, which was on my hard no list. Needless to say, that was the last time she and I played."
"Wow. That's intense. I'm sorry she ignored your limits. That's horrible. Let me give you this much comfort tonight: Those here always honor safe words and limits. But we are free to use you any way we want within those limits. Now, another question, what is the most embarrassed you have ever been."
She was really trying to strip away my defenses,as if she didn't already know a lot from the questionnaire.
"Hmm. That would probably be the time I spent a weekend with a mistress. When I arrived she told me that I would not be allowed use the bathroom inside the house that weekend. She had a fenced back yard. She assigned me a small area in a far corner of the year to use when I needed to pee."
I paused. My cock was still being stroked and I got lost in the sensation. The mistress ordered me to continue.
"Yes, Mistress. Well, it was winter and I had to go outside naked to pee. And I had to ask permission each time before going outside. Sometimes she gave me permission, but not every time.
"She had some friends over that first night and I twice had to ask her in front of them for permission to pee. She made me strip in front of them before going out. Snow was on the ground. I asked her if I could at least leave my shoes on, but she said no. I fact, she added to my embarrassment and discomfort by instructing me to clean my cock and balls with snow before returning to the house."
I continued, "After I finished, I turned around to come back in and everyone was at the window watching me. It was the most I've ever been humiliated."
Several mistresses and perhaps even Jenny applauded my confession. One said, "That's the way it should be. You should have to pay a price to pee. If a mistress deigns to let you do something you want to do, you should do something for her."
The unknown mistress who asked me the question laughed and agreed, "That's as it should be. Slaves should do what their mistresses say. And they deserve to be humiliated and subjected to discomfort from time to time. I only wish I could have been there to laugh at you."
Mistress Rhona chimed in. "Maybe I will let you do something like that to him the next time he's here."
Applause again. Several said they wanted to watch.
Finally, as if at some silent command, everyone stopped stroking, caressing and kissing. I bucked up, seeking contact with my cock again, but there was none. After a few seconds of my humping air, Mistress Rhona spoke.
"Ladies, are we having fun yet?'
Several voices agreed.
"Pet, you surely don't us expect us to devote any more time to your pleasure, do you? Watching you fuck the air makes me so happy."
I sighed and said, "Mistress Rhona, I'm here for your pleasure, not mine."
I hated saying those words, but knew it was expected of me. In fact, I craved the pleasure again.
"Good. Your expectations are properly focused."
Another mistress spoke, "Here are the markers."
Mistress Rhona replied, "Excellent! Let's get started."
With that, I felt hands on me again, but not the pleasurable touches I felt before.
"Pet, I am going to mark you now. We have black permanent laundry markers. We are going to write on your body to brand you as our slave. They won't wash off for at least a week."
I squirmed, though wasn't able to move far since all my limbs were completely restrained. I had heard of slaves being physically branded, but I had no desire for either the pain or permanency of that. My safe word was on the tip of my tongue, but, fortunately, I didn't have to use it.
