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Chapter 6

When Jenny and Marion came back down from dressing they were both taking short steps in their high heeled boots.

They both wore knee-length dresses of a flowing satin material. Jenny's blue dress had lace accents at the hem and low neckline. The deep red dress Marion wore was more conservative, very elegant.

They looked ravishing.

"This thing of yours!" Jenny shook her head. "I get the shivers. If it annoys me I'll be rid of it."

"And so will I. All I wanted was a good meal." Marion seemed less comfortable than Jenny.

Rob shrugged. "You made clear you had plans to tease me in the restaurant, but you don't like it if I reciprocate. Is everything going to be just one way?"

Marion didn't agree. "There is no connection between dinner tonight and - the rest."

"I must point out the obvious: everything so far has been about me. No, not about me, required of me. How I shall serve, how I'm to be spanked and so on, how I'll be humiliated and whatever else you have in mind. I am the only one who must undergo things."

Marion's smile was icy. "True. I am the one who must plan it, administer it. I must find out what you like or not, how far I can go with you, what you can tolerate. If I exercise you with my whip, it's to get proper results, not to make you suffer. This thing of ours does go both ways. In time, you will rely entirely on my judgment, I shall decide how far you can be taken each session.

"You like to dress in woman clothes and wear pretty lingerie; I'm offering a way for it to happen without being annoying."

It was not a long drive to the restaurant on the outskirts of Milton Keynes. In the car park, Rob stepped out to open the rear door with a bow. "We have arrived ladies." He extended his hand to help Jenny, then Marion out of the car. They walked ahead of him to the entrance, giving him a moment to enjoy a view of their legs from behind, lovely in seamed stockings.

Marion had reserved a quiet, corner table near the back of the restaurant. Marion directed Rob to sit with his back to the wall. Marion and Jenny took seats on either side of him. It was obvious this arrangement had a purpose. He knew he could expect some play with pretty feet in his lap, Jenny had done that before, he thought it an exciting idea.

They ordered wine, looked over the menus and ordered their meal.

"Marion, I've given thought to what you were saying. You're right: of course you, Jenny too, have your parts. It is, indeed, give and take, both sides. My problem is I am always the one who will suffer, one way or another. As a result, it seems I must give a great deal, but the part about take is less clear, the compensation I'm to receive."

Marion repeated her cruel smile. "We can make that a good situation. When you aren't in the mood you'll be recalcitrant, a reason to punish you. You seem to forget one thing: men will do anything we ask when they're horny. So as long we can get you into an aroused state, you will go along. It's a central point of all this: you are horny so you let us do things with you. Jenny and I get horny by doing things to you. The relief that follows is we have wild sex after, intense for us all. You'll quickly forget any hardship. I daresay you will come to wish for it, to get to the wild sex."

Here we go again, he was thinking, she has not learned a thing. "I have a small warning for you: my mind rules and if I don't want to; then I really won't. You must understand I won't be in the mood for your games every minute, you can ask Jenny."

"I'm listening." Marion's voice was even, but her eyes were challenging him.

"I just want to say, if I don't want to play then I really don't want to. I must see you respect my decision."

"I shall think on it. That's not how it usually goes, I'm the dominant and you, the submissive, must do as I wish. Giving you the option would undermine the mistress-slave relationship. I won't answer yet. As we practice we'll find out what to do, without disturbing our promises to each other. After all, I opened my house to you. So far I've asked nothing in return."

Rob managed to not say she had already asked for a great deal from him, it would come up soon enough in any event. "Marion, I'm a bit insecure. I am fond of you and Jenny. But frankly, you use the word punishment too freely and just now you referred to me as a slave. It's supposed to be play-time once in a while, twice a month as you described.

"I think what I really want to say is this. In the game I'll play at being a sub, but when not in a game I am myself, capable and confident, no slave. If the game calls for humiliation, I can let it happen during the game, but in real life I am much less tolerant of such things."

"I understand, Rob. In a session, though, this could be precisely why I might do what you dislike. Out of love for us, you endure the things we choose to do. But we do such things out of love for you. You give us the gift of enduring a few discomforts, that makes both the dominant and the sub quite randy. I can feel myself hot and wet right now, as we talk. How about you, Jenny?"

"Forget dinner, let's go home now. I want to go home, put on my mistress outfit and order Rob to fuck me thoroughly." Jenny grinned. "At the same time you, Marion, will take me from behind. I want to be taken in a sandwich tonight." She reach out to take Rob's hand. "I have waited so long for you, dear. I just can't wait much longer."

At some point, Marion had gotten her foot out of her boot without Rob noticing. She put her stocking-covered leg onto Rob's lap and wiggled her toes over his his crotch. "Come on Rob, take it out, no one can see."

This was more than Rob was expecting. He glanced around, no one was taking notice of them. The nearest diners were at a distance of twenty feet at least, deep in conversation. So he unzipped his fly and pulled out his growing dick. Immediately he felt another foot on his lap, now Jenny and Marion were caressing his dick with their feet.

"The meal is coming." Rob was alarmed, but the women didn't stop teasing him. He moved his napkin to conceal what the women were doing with their feet and his response. He decided it was time for a little revenge. The moment the waiter finished placing their plates on the table, he pushed the buttons on the remote controls. Marion and Jenny each made a barely-suppressed shriek.

"Is all well, ladies?" The waiter's face showed a mix of curiosity and concern. Other diners were looking in their direction.

Jenny couldn't speak, but Marion managed to respond. "Yes, fine, thank you."

As soon as the waiter left, Marion turned to Rob. "Turn it off, I can't take much more. You're an animal, please stop."

He reached into his pocket and turned off their vibrators. Jenny, eyes a little glazed, moaned. "I think I came. Oh, you planned this."

"Turnabout is fair play, isn't it? Come, our meals have been served, let's eat, then leave. I, too, want to play."

"Sounds nice. And what an experience I just had. I didn't know where to look when the waiter stood watching. Nice moment." Jenny seemed to be recovering.

"Maybe I can buy a few extra of those and we pass them out to all of the women at our party Saturday." Marion laughed. "Could be fun to watch their faces."

Chapter 7

Immediately upon arriving back at her house, Marion began issuing commands. "You had your fun with the device Roberta, but now your weekend has begun. Get out of those silly men's clothes; I want to see you in the shortest skirt you have. Upstairs with you and don't come back until you are dressed properly. By that I mean seams straight, high heels and so on. Maybe a shave also, not just legs, your pubic hair also, I want you smooth as a baby!"

As Rob left to go upstairs, he heard her words to Jenny. "Let's change as well. I have everything ready."

Rob came down as soon as he was ready, following the sound of their quiet conversation to the lounge. He stepped before them and stopped, head down. The mistresses inspected him: he wore his highest heels, black seamed stockings, a black satin skirt and a white blouse with a ruffle down the placket, at the cuffs and around the high collar. Under the blouse his black corset was obvious.

Jenny tapped her finger to her cheek. "Something seems missing."

"And I know what it is." Marion gestured to Rob's head. "She's hardly presentable without a wig. Roberta, why aren't you wearing a wig?"

"Mistress I only have one old wig at home, it makes me look dreadful."

Jenny nodded in agreement. "It's true, we didn't pay much attention to that part of the game."

"We shall go out tomorrow to find you a suitable wig, even a few, depending on the situation," Marion announced. "I know just the place.

"Roberta, you are permitted to take a seat, we must instruct you about the party Saturday." Marion held up a commanding hand. "Before you sit, get us all a glass of whiskey first, I'll take mine neat."

Marion began her instructions even as Rob poured and served. "I invited several women, dear friends. We must be sure everything goes well. Rob, you cannot suddenly disappear if you disagree with something. I want your word on this after I tell you what the menu and entertainment is to be. Will you give me your promise?"

"Marion, perhaps you would tell me about the menu and entertainment before asking me to agree."

"The women will all arrive around midday. You shall take them to the room next to yours, where they can change their clothing if they wish. We all will be dressed in style, a pleasant little treat for you, well, a treat for all of us.

"Over the course of the afternoon you will serve the needs of each of them, I think you can imagine what I mean. Do anything they request, leaving no one disappointed. I won't let you offend a friend by declining a small service. I warn you, if you fail this I'll kick you out and never speak to you again. They're all my friends, healthy, without a reliable partner. Some haven't had sex for while, I promised them all at least one orgasm courtesy of our new slave. You will have ample time to do a proper job of it, we've the entire afternoon and evening.

"If your tongue isn't sufficient, I shall supply a dildo, but you will pleasure them. Is that fair?"

It was easy for Rob to agree, nothing unpleasant here. "You needn't worry about this. No lady will be disappointed, certainly not offended."

"Jenny told me you have a preference for oral service. You are also kind toward women. I expected this would suit you.

"I won't ask you to serve the refreshments alone; I'll ask one of my guests to assist you with drinks and snacks once the party is underway. Jenny and I are the hostess and mistress, but we'll keep an eye on you and quietly help you out as needed.

"Late in the afternoon we shall dine together. In your role as the maid, you'll serve the meal. I've arranged the entire meal from a caterer. After serving you will be permitted to sit with us to eat. After we've dined, well." She gave him her cold smile. "I told the ladies we'll give a demonstration in the dungeon. You shall enter naked, taking all your clothing off in the examination room and waiting there until I call you down. Don't you forget this, it's important to create the right atmosphere, for you as well as for your mistresses and our guests.

"I shall be the mistress for the entire session; Jenny will assist me in a few things. You will have a session with me Friday, primarily to determine what we can use on you, how much. As we try various whips and floggers you tell me yes or no to each one. I will use the cane again, because I think you can take it, at least enough to give a suitable impression to the ladies. I generally apply the cane lightly and not too often, but this time I think you must endure it for the occasion. Mmm, I'm making myself wet just at the thought of it.

"There will be another surprise for you. I won't say how, when or where it will happen, but you have no choice but to undergo it. Only your pride will be injured, but think of me and Jenny when it happens, how we love you, how you love us. Your highest desire is to serve us well. Think of how we will make love together. It isn't we mean to humiliate you, it's just part of the game. Outside any session, you always will be husband, lover and friend. Will you remember these words Rob?"

Marion continued without giving Rob the opportunity to respond. "I know you can have a short fuse, but think of it as your surrender to your loving wife and to me, your other wife. Jenny, if I may use such a term for myself?"

"Yes of course love, we spoke about this." Jenny turned to Rob. "You must consider Marion as your wife. We tell each other our deepest thoughts, we share everything. You're a lucky man, Rob, instead of one wife you can have two."

"Let me repeat this, Rob: whatever happens, your foremost thought must be you endure these things to please Jenny and I." Marion's sharp voice giving instructions contrasted with Jenny's sweeter tone. "You shall enjoy a full submissive experience, this I promise you, but afterwards we will love you more and you'll feel our love. When this surprise takes place, you will understand it's the final part of the sessions. I expect you may even enjoy it; many men do."

Rob was caught up in the notion of two wives. "It's a warm feeling to hear you both speak to me like this. I have visions of lying in bed with two pretty women who are wearing only stockings, one sitting on my face and the other riding my dick. I'm getting stiff just thinking about it."

"Let's see!" Marion lifted his skirt. "Naughty aren't we, no panties, but indeed, you do look nicely firm." She reached over and brushed her fingertips across his hardening penis.

Jenny gave her a big smile. "I thought you'd like it. It's yours to make use of in future, all you wish, but remember, I need my share as well."

Rob smiled to each of them. "It will be hard work for me to satisfy you both, but I expect to enjoy the challenge."

"We shall have each other as well. Once in a while you can just sit and relax, watch as we show you what women do with each other." Marion took Jenny's hand and kissed her fingers.

Marion grew more serious. "One important detail, Rob. You must do everything you can to avoid an orgasm. I'll warn the ladies not to tease you too much, not to take you too far. Only after the dungeon exercise has concluded will we go upstairs. An orgy could result, we might break up into groups, I have no idea what to expect. I know at least three of the ladies attending are bisexual. Rob, you will be in an enviable position, right in the middle, the only one with a cock."

Marion was suddenly stern. "So you're wearing no panties, girlie? I'll bet you looked under my dress to see if I also wasn't wearing panties. You are a bad girl! I want you on your knees right now, slave. I shall saddle and ride you. Come, be quick about it."

Rob got down on his hands and knees, crawled towards Marion and waited at her feet. He glanced up and saw she wore no knickers either.

Jenny was taking pony headgear from a drawer. Rob thought it unlikely Marion kept such things all over the house. He imagined it more likely she'd placed it there for use this evening. Jenny fit the bridle over Rob's head. "Open your mouth!" When he did, she put the hard rubber bit between his teeth, then buckled the bridge behind his head. A small saddle went over his hips, cinched in place by a belt around his waist.

Marion seated herself on the saddle and took the reins. She tapped his bum with her riding crop. "Okay little horse. Walk on." He discovered she wore spurs as they gently tapped his legs. Rob started crawling on hands and knees. They made a thorough tour of the ground floor, Rob grateful the floors were nearly all carpeted. He saw Jenny standing in the lounge doorway, excited smile on her face. He was a bit surprised she wasn't snapping a picture, this was the kind of time she liked to collect a little souvenir. Rob got a good look at the seamed stockings Jenny wore and felt Marion's stocking-covered legs rubbing against his ribs. Everything about this evening was getting him hard.

Saying it was to keep him from tiring, Marion dismounted a few times, walking beside him still holding the reins. He soon learned she used her riding crop more when she wasn't in the saddle, in more places too.

Chapter 8

It was a bit more challenging to carry Marion up the stair. Rob improvised by rising onto his feet with his hands on the treads, keeping his back reasonably level for Marion. In no time he was crawling through the door to Marion's large bedroom. In the middle was a king-sized bed, of a size one might find the luxury suite of a hotel. The posts on the corners had ropes and leather cuffs already attached to them.

Jenny took off the headgear and saddle, Marion went to her large, en-suite bath. Rob took off his blouse, skirt and shoes and sat on one side of the large bed.

Jenny quickly shed her clothes and beckoned. "Come here, Sweet."

She pushed him back and straddled over his face. Rob recognized the signs she was already aroused. He licked her lips with enthusiasm. "Darling, you taste so good, as usual. You know I how much I love to lick up your woman juices."

After a few minutes, Jenny reluctantly eased off Rob's face. "Move here, to the middle of the bed." She guided him further toward the foot of the bed. "Now spread your legs for me."

Jenny secured his ankles in leather cuffs and started pulling at the ropes. Rob watched with interest as his feet went up, spreading as the ropes to the posts pulled them apart as well as upward. Part-way up Jenny required him to help her move his hips the rest of the way down so he was hanging just off the foot of the bed. She returned to pulling the ropes. Rob lay with his back on the bed, his legs up and spread and his bum exposed. Jenny fastened his hands to the cuffs from the head of the bed and pulled those ropes, spreading his arms until Rob was immobilized in quite a vulnerable position.

Marion had softly entered the room and undressed herself, now wearing only wore a basque with attached stockings and a strap-on. When Rob saw her he became hornier than he already was; two sexy loving women doing all these wonderful things just for his pleasure.

"Do you like what you see?" Marion's tone was friendly and sexy. She had abandoned the commanding tone of the mistress. "You should, we chose these outfits just to please you. We have more like this. You think you're the one who has to suffer? We, too, suffer, dressing this way only for your benefit."

The grin she gave him might have been intended to be evil. Rob saw it as playful, mock-dangerous. She stroked her strap-on. "Now, finally, I can finally rape you. By the way, I also get anal treatment, this strap-on has three branches: you can see the one standing proud, for your arse, but also one already in my arse and one in my pussy. So, maid, it's time to play."

She took a bottle of lube from her make-up table and covered her fingers. She penetrated him with first one finger, then two, taking care to fully spread the lubrication. She made a point of letting Rob see her stroking lubrication onto the dildo, up and down as though it was her own penis.

She stepped between his legs and pressed the head of the dildo against his perineum. She rubbed the head slowly up and down, both for sensuous effect and to seek the right spot. Slipping downward to his opening, she gently, slowly increased the pressure, penetrating him by fractions of an inch with subtle motions of her hips. Looking at her face, Rob could see Marion, too, was taking her pleasure. One step in, a half-step back, she proceeded. Rob was moaning from a mix of pain and pleasure.

"To grow up and become women, girls must bear a little pain. Later, it's all pleasure, the pain well worth it. We are taking you on a step toward womanhood." Marion pushed the dildo into him, a step at a time, until he could feel it was as far into him as it would go. She pulled back a bit, then pushed. Slowly she increased the distance she traveled until she was fully stroking her dildo up his arse.