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Chapter 24

It was getting dark when the doorbell rang. There was no money at the table by the door, but Rob opened the door without concern. There, to his surprise, stood Cathy. Quickly Rob swung the door open to admit her. He gave a curtsy as she stepped past him, causing her to stop and give him a quick kiss. "It's good to see you're having fun with this."

Rob was getting Cathy settled in her guest room when the doorbell rang again. By the time he got to the top of the stair, Iris, fully dressed, was opening the door. She took the dinner and paid the delivery man. It was Chinese this time. Cathy and Rob descended the stair and helped bring the containers into the dining room. Michelle joined them, coming from her library.

Dinner was a merry affair as the four of them ate, drinking tea and wine. Iris showed Cathy the photos she'd taken of Rob and described with glee taking him outside.

Cathy gave Rob a wink. "My, Rob, we shall do this on my doorstep one day."

Rob gave her a smile and said, "You don't worry me. If it weren't for the privacy Michelle has, I'd have not gone out the door."

Michelle agreed. "If it weren't for the privacy I'd not allow such a thing. I live with these neighbors."

They stayed at the table, chatting, for quite some time after they finished eating. Rob cleared away the dishes and made another pot of tea. The casual attitude of the ladies made him think there might be nothing more this evening. The ladies rose and left on occasion, Rob thought nothing of it. At some point Michelle didn't reappear.

Cathy said, "so what about something sweet to end the evening?"

"Shall we go to the playroom?' Iris crooked an eyebrow to Rob in invitation.

He put down his teacup and put his napkin on the table. "What is your will, Mistress?"

Iris and Cathy laughed. They were being deliberately informal this week, making his more formal response amusing.

"I've heard you don't like calling Helena's room a dungeon, you prefer to call it a playroom. In the spirit of the fun we're to have tonight, I agree with you," Iris said. She rose from her seat, dropping her napkin. "Shall we go to the playroom together, dears?"

Cathy, Iris and Rob all went together down the stair to Michelle's basement. He gave no thought to Michelle's absence, the ladies had frequently changed who would play with him. Iris led all of them into the playroom through the red door, ignoring the formalities Rob had previously experienced. Rob was surprised how much space was available in the Mistress' changing room and how many wardrobes and drawers were there. She must have a lot of gear, Rob thought. But they swept through without slowing.

Once in the playroom, Rob discovered Michelle was going to participate. She sat on her throne, the platform and chair he had knelt before during his first session. She was dressed as a domina, wearing an open-cup bra, a waist-cincher with garters holding up stockings, all in black. Her eye makeup was dark, her lips dark red. Rob, out of the habit of controlling his erection, began to harden at the sight over her. Cathy smiled as she his dick in hand, using it to lead him to stand before Michelle, with Iris on one side and Cathy on the other.

Michelle rose and stood before him, her feet apart. Rob saw she was also wearing no panties, her lips were prominent. He continued to harden in response to what he saw. Iris glanced down, saw what his dick was doing and reached down hold it in her hand.

Michelle spoke formally. "So, slave, it appears it does turn you on to be dominated."

"Yes, true Mistress, in some situations. It's not true just any day, it isn't true under every circumstance."

Iris gave him a squeeze in response. Rob was unsure whether it was approval or reprimand.

"Tonight you shall take your rightful place as my devoted slave. You shall be collared and swear your devotion to me."

She paused, waiting for Rob to reply, but he had nothing to say. He continued to look Michelle in the eye and waited calmly to find out what this all meant.

Her eyes looked amused, but her face retained its severe expression. "What are you waiting for, slave?"

"I am waiting to see how you intend to play this evening, Michelle."

Now Michelle's face had a genuine smile. "Okay, Rob, let's play."

She reached to the table at her left hand and picked up a collar. She held it up for him to see. It was dark blue leather, nearly two inches wide. There was an ornate "M" embossed into the leather at the front with metal studs in an arc on either side of the letter. He could also see a padlock dangling from the buckle; it could be locked in place. "Rob, Do you accept my collar to wear?"

Without hesitation, he answered. "Yes, Michelle, I will wear your collar, for this weekend."

Cathy questioned his confidence. "You can see it can be locked on, it will only come off when she wishes?"

"I agree to have it locked on, for this weekend." He was calm, his eyes still on Michelle.

Iris asked, "what will you do if it isn't taken off at the end of the weekend?"

"I'd question what it means."

"It would mean I am keeping you." Michelle's face was serious again.

"Michelle, I freely consent to wearing your collar for this weekend. You know I cannot consent to more than this weekend, just as you know you cannot keep me. I doubt I'll be the worst reason you'll find little pleasure in keeping me, but you can expect me to contribute to your woes." Rob was surprised how easy it was to remain calm and respond reasonably to her implied threat.

Michelle smiled again. She removed the padlock from the collar, opened her fingers and let the lock drop to the platform with a clunk. "You shall wear my collar for the weekend." She stepped down to him and placed it over his neck. Iris and Cathy took the ends and put it around his neck.

"A collar is not a symbol of submission." Michelle spoke as the two others secured the collar around his neck. "It is a symbol of an intimate connection between two people. It's a symbol of each of the two people giving a gift to the other. It's a symbol of devotion, each to the other. A mistress can have many submissive clients, but few wear the collar."

Michelle picked up small box from the table. "You might know it's customary for the slave to receive a necklace to wear on those occasions when a collar isn't appropriate. In most cases, the necklace, male or female, is a heavy chain of silver or stainless steel. The weight is intended to remind the wearer the collar should be there." Opening the box, she showed to Rob a fine, gold necklace with two charms, a filigree heart and a key. "We thought in your case something more feminine would be appropriate. Rob, I give you this gift to wear instead of the collar, when the occasion dictates discretion. After you no longer wear my collar, I trust you will still wear the necklace, simply to show you value your memories of our time together."

She stepped down from her platform, put her arms around him, kissed him on each cheek, then kissed him on the lips. She gave him the box.

"Thank you, Michelle. I will happily wear this necklace." He surprised her by returning her kisses. "This is very sweet of you, all three of you, I appreciate your thoughtful gift very much."

Cathy and Iris stepped forward as well, crowded together in something of a group hug. Rob's dick had softened a bit during the discussion, but more than one hand reached to grip it as they stood in a convivial cluster.

Michelle looked around. "Right. We came to the playroom, let's play."

Michelle led them to the her X-cross. She stood beside it and said, "Rob, no flogging, no clamps, no pain tonight. I think we're all going to enjoy this equally." Iris and Cathy helped him out of his dress and petticoats, then Michelle guided him to step up onto footrests on the cross, facing outward instead of inward. She secured his wrists, then his ankles, then wrapped a wide leather belt around his waist and the cross. She disappeared from his view and began working right behind his head. Soon her hand touched his forehead, tilting his head backward. Since she had told him there would be no pain, he was far less apprehensive, far more relaxed as he complied with her guidance. He found she had added a headrest. She adjusted the height so his head landed in a comfortable spot. Rob noticed she added the head support but didn't secure him to it, leaving him free to move his head.

Giving him a smile she said, "ready?"

Rob nodded to indicate he was ready.

The X began to tilt, moving Rob backward, all the way to flat on his back. Iris stepped up to him, looked down, then stepped away. The other two moved something on the floor below him. He realized it was a platform of some kind when Iris took a step up and was well above him. He saw she reached out to tug on ropes hanging from the overhead on either side of his head. Pulling up her skirts, she showed Rob a reminder the women had agreed to wear no panties this entire time as well. She stepped over him and let her dress fall over his head, enclosing him in a tent, just his face and her lips, already starting to swell from arousal.

He could reach up to kiss her by craning his neck, but he knew he wouldn't be able to reach up there for long. Just when he was about to say something, there was a soft click and his face was swung up to meet Iris. His mouth opened as he reached her and he immediately began to lick her in earnest. This was domination he could enjoy.

As soon as he began licking, a hand wrapped around his hardening dick and began to slowly squeeze. Instantly, Rob felt the arousal of the teasing he had already endured. He almost stopped licking to enjoy the attention, but he knew he wasn't destined to orgasm for at least another day and continued to play his part.

Over the first two minutes there were subtle changes in how hard his mouth was pressed against Iris, then it seemed to stay at amount of force. Iris was responding, moving her hips and definitely getting wetter. He thought he could make her come pretty quickly, but she didn't let him concentrate on any one spot to have what he wanted to give her. She was moving forward and back, directing his licking and sucking mouth where she wished. He could tell by the range of motion she was working her way to have him lick her arse. He tried to tell her to go right ahead, but he quickly realized he wasn't in charge, someone else was deciding what his mouth should do. He just kept licking.

When she finally got his mouth to her arse, he didn't hesitate. He licked eagerly, even trying to penetrate her with his tongue. Iris was clearly enjoying what he was doing. She gasped and bore down on him, only to have him move to maintain the force set by some mechanism. After enjoying his mouth in her arse she moved back to present her cunt, this time letting him give more attention to her swollen clit. The hand on his dick was supplemented by a tongue circling just the head. Rob could tell this was all intended to tease, he wasn't going to move much close to an orgasm under the expert care of - whoever was doing it. He tried to simply ignore it and focus on what he could do.

Suddenly Iris pushed herself down on him and began to come. Rob felt himself moving down slightly as the cross he was strapped to rotated as Iris pushed down. Throughout and after her orgasm, Rob continued to lick whatever he could reach.

The curtain of Iris' dress lifted from around him, Rob had a quick view of Cathy over his dick and Michelle stepping to his head. Soon it was Michelle's dress covering his view and Michelle's cunt requiring his attention. The hand on his dick left, then after a short pause a hand returned, from a different angle.

Michelle was much quicker to move to where Rob could lick her arse. She had done it before with him and he had responded well when Iris required it of him. She took her time, giving Rob just enough access to give soft licks to her nether hole for quite some time before bearing down and giving him the chance to truly ream her with his tongue. She shifted to have him lick her cunt but gave him little access to her clit, then shifted back to her arse, this time bearing down firmly from the beginning. Michelle seemed to have a way to push down harder without the mechanism compensating. As she bore down, his nose was held between her cunt lips, making him feel a little breathless. She never held him in the position too long so he made no effort to protest. When she returned his oral attention to her cunt, she finally gave him the chance to lick her clit and soon she was having her orgasm.

When Michelle stepped off from over Rob's face, Cathy immediately took her place. "I can't believe you just go along with rimming. What a treat." Soon she had Rob's tongue working on her arse. She wasn't at all unpleasant, but the experience to his mouth and nose was muskier than it had been with Michelle or Iris. She shifted to guide his mouth and tongue to her cunt. Soon enough she too was coming.

Rob imagined, after the third woman had an orgasm, the session might end or at least move on. He was kept on the cross. The three ladies gathered around him, Iris now without her dress and wearing a black, leather corset with her breasts exposed. His mouth opened eagerly to receive her nipple when she bent over to feed him first one, then the other. As he sucked on her nipples, Iris told him what was coming next. "I love smothering. It gives such a feeling of control and power, to both of us. Tonight, I'm going to smother you. If you die, at least you'll die with the taste of my quim in your mouth."

The threat he might die was just building the dominance drama; Rob chose not to respond. It was out of the question these three women would suddenly change their stripes and do something which might really hurt him. He did nothing to respond, just continue suckling at Iris' nipple, his gaze vacant. A hand softly surrounded his hard dick and a finger began caressing, enough to keep him hard but little enough it was clear there was no orgasm for him.

Iris swung her leg over his face, facing so she could look down to see his eyes. Rob was eased up to meet her cunt with his mouth and began to lick.

"If you want to live, you'll keep licking no matter what." Iris's voice was stern. "If you stop licking, the smothering will only get worse."

Hollow threats, Rob thought to himself. The thing you say to a man who doesn't like to go down on women, not to a man who loves it.

Iris kept his tongue on her clit and quickly reached her second orgasm. Then she reached down to hold his ears, one in each hand. Tugging upward, she pressed his mouth against her cunt. Her position left his nose free and he could easily breathe. Her tugging at his ears didn't hurt very much, most of her tugging just moved him head up or down on the tilting cross.

"That's it, boy," Iris whispered. "You just keep doing that." She shifted back, so his tongue was better positioned to push into her cunt, which placed her clit just on his nose. He saw this and moved his head side to side a bit, to give her stimulation.

"Good lad. Get me a third cum or die trying." With her hand behind his neck, Iris pulled him up tight to her. He had a much more limited ability to breathe. He realized he could get the best breaths as he swung his nose to one side other the other. His nose stimulating her clit became a bit more vigorous. He pushed his tongue into her sweet, hot cunt as far as he could as he moved his face from side to side. He was getting short of breath, he felt himself panicking. Suddenly, without giving it any thought, he strained to turn his face into her thigh, his mouth wide open as he panted for breath.

"Keep licking!" Iris commanded. She took him by the ears and forced him roughly back into position. He resumed, but with less enthusiasm. Iris established a pattern of smothering him long enough to make him breathless, then letting him breathe, then repeating. Rob didn't notice as Iris smothered him for a longer time then gave him less time to recover with each repetition.

The lack of oxygen caught up with him, he began to feel a euphoria, but was also aware his heart was faster. The stimulation to his dick somehow became the only feeling he was experiencing. Licking of the cunt covering his face was almost automatic. Eventually he began to fade, his movement faltering. Immediately Iris stepped away, then tilted his head back to make sure he could breathe. He didn't quite pass out, but with his face uncovered he could feel his vision was blurry and narrow. Soon he could see the faces of all three women gathered over him. He felt a clunk, then he was tilted further, his head lower. He found himself recovering more quickly. He was tilted in the other direction, not fully upright, where they released him from the cross.

The women guided him to sit in a chair waiting for him right before the cross. Michelle stood on one side, Cathy on the other, supporting him. Iris knelt, her face close to his, watching him carefully. Rob, taking slow, deep breaths, began to recover and soon had the strength to sit upright on his own.

Iris spoke to him gently. "Tell how you feel, Rob."

"It was scary, the breath control, Iris, it gives me the shivers to remember it. But it was also fun. Toward the end I felt kind of out-of-body. One day I may be willing to repeat it." He smiled. "The fact I just said those words scares me."

Michelle wanted to make sure he didn't get overly excited. "It's only for the experts to do. I've trained, but I haven't the experience Iris has to do it so well. I wouldn't do it without another present, for safety."

Iris added a detail. "Ordinarily, we would have made you come just as you reached your limit. I've done that to men who said it was the best orgasm of their lives. You, of course, must wait a bit longer to get your reward."

Cathy extended her hand to him. "Come, Rob. The session is over for now, it's time for some proper aftercare." Taking her hand, he let Cathy lead him up to his bedroom, where she soon had him dressed in a satin nightgown and matching robe. As he dressed, Michelle came in to drop the clothing he'd left behind in her dungeon. She reached out to him, fingers traced a line on his skin, following the line of the collar he now wore. The touch to his skin reminded him - he'd quite forgotten it was there.

They all joined in the living room where Iris was serving hot coffee and brandy. Rob was seated on the couch with Cathy and Michelle seated close to him, on each side. The conversation was light, sometimes talking about the session they'd just had, other times the change of season or the new scandal among members of Parliament. Rob sat there, feeling a little sleepy, not contributing much unless he was asked a question. Eventually, it was time for bed and Rob found himself in Michelle's bed, between Michelle and Cathy. They kissed and caressed him, soon letting him fall asleep.

Chapter 25

Rob awoke Friday morning to find Michelle gone, but Cathy still in bed beside him. He tried to slip out quietly, wanting to leave her to sleep, but Cathy, suddenly alert, slid over and got out of bed right behind him.

She took his hand and led him to the shower. "You know what happens now, don't you?"

"I do know and I consent, dear." Rob gave her a kiss.

In the shower, Cathy embraced him for a sensuous kiss. "How far are you willing to go?"

Rob answered by dropping to his knees. He guided Cathy to stand over him and closed his eyes. Soon he felt a hot stream running across his face and down his chest. Cautiously, he stuck out his tongue, found the stream of urine. Keeping his tongue on her stream, he rose up only a few inches until his mouth met her. He kept his face in position, but put his tongue back in his mouth and let the hot urine stream down his chest until she had finished. He licked her clean.