Once again, he found himself kneeling in a nondescript hotel room. Like the last time, he was naked and kneeling with his legs spread, rigid cock facing the door. Unlike the last time, he was already wearing a dog collar. His hands were clasped behind his head and he was waiting for his Her. His Beloved Mistress.
When the door opened, he was almost relieved, because his back was starting to ache with the strain. He stole a glance upward at his Beautiful Mistress. She was wearing a black tights and a form-fitting top that clearly showed off Her slim body and pert breasts. But, She was clothed and he was not.
"Hello there, slut," She called out, patting him on his cheek as She passed into the room. "Open your mouth and let's see if you've been a good boy."
Obediently he opened his mouth for Her inspection. Her instructions had been for him to masturbate and hold his cum in his mouth till She got there.
"Wider, slut!" She snapped, giving him a tight slap across the face. He quickly opened his mouth wider. Luckily none of the cum had flown out when She so rightfully hit him. He knew he deserved it. He stuck his tongue out and his cum, quite clear by now, was there. On his tongue. For Her inspection. His Beloved Mistress.
"You sick, disgusting slut," She said gently, caressing his cheek. "You may swallow it now."
He did so, tasting himself again, although the taste and smell of his own cum had been sitting in his mouth for almost 20 minutes now.
SMACK! Her slap, from nowhere as usual, sent his face reeling. SMACK!
"Where are your manners, you slut?" She questioned him.
"Sorry Mistress," he stammered. "Thank you for letting me swallow my cum. May I please kiss your boots now? Please Mistress?"
Mollified, she beckoned him to go on all fours so that She could sit on his back. While She used him as a chair, he went to work kissing Her boots, inhaling the heady aroma of leather.
"I like using you as a chair. Did you know that, my little cock slut?"
"Mmmfff, yes Mistress," he mumbled, from his place beneath Her lovely ass.
"You're such a comfortable little chair. At least you're good for something, not like that useless little excuse for a cock." His humiliation grew at Her words, but he couldn't deny the stirring in his loins as he continued paying lip service to Her boots. The boots of his Most Beloved Mistress.
Suddenly, he heard something he did not expect: the door opening.
"Hello my dears," he heard His Mistress call out. "Come on in."
Oh no! He panicked. He didn't expect to be seen by anyone but His Mistress. He was naked and collared, for goodness' sake! Who were these people?! He didn't have long to wait and see.
"Sit up, My pet," His Mistress said, standing up and slapping him on his bare ass playfully. "Let's meet My guests today."
Slowly he rose to his knees, keeping them spread. He clasped his hands behind his upright head and kept his eyes downcast.
SMACK! She slapped him hard across the face.
"Where are your manners, you rude little slut?" She snapped, punctuating each word with a slap across his face. His cheeks burned, both from Her punishment, as well as knowing that he was being degraded while naked in front of total strangers.
In order to greet them, he was forced to raise his eyes. To see the people who were obviously enjoying the spectacle of a naked male slut on his knes before them.
There were two of them. Two young women, probably about twelve years younger than himself, like His Lovely Mistress. Like Her, they were slim and very attractive. His nipples hardened with the cold air and knowledge that he was so exposed before such beauty.
"Good afternoon Mistresses," he said, then lowered his eyes once more.
"Good pet," His Mistress said, patting him on his head. "I invited my friends over because I thought they needed to enjoy themselves and I felt like sharing you. Mistress C," she gestured at the slimmer one, "just broke up last week and needs to vent some frustration. Mistress J," she gestured at the one with longer hair, "hasn't broken up for ages. Mainly because she hasn't been attached. To guys that is. She detests cocks."
"Make him dance, V", said Mistress C. "I want to see him make his fucking cock dance for us."
"You heard her, my slut, dance for us."
"Yes, Mistress."
He got to his feet and started to dance. His hands behind his head, he jiggled his buttocks and made circles in the air with his cock.
"Doesn't he look stupid?" Mistress C pointed at him, laughing.
"He looks like a pathetic little slut," Mistress J laughed too.
"Yes, he's so disgusting. And he likes dancing for us, don't you, you fucking slut?" his Mistress asked.
"Yes Mistress. I am stupid and pathetic. And I like dancing naked for you," he said.
After a minute or two, they made him stop. "We're going to punish you now, my pet," said his Mistress, his Oh-So-Gorgeous Mistress. "You're going to feel pain. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," he stammered.
"Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes Mistress," he replied, hoping that he would not disappoint Her by having to use it.
"Okay, now kneel down and wank off. Play with your nipples and balls and make sure your cock is as hard as can be. But don't you dare cum, understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
They sat down on the bed in a row and watched him as he wanked himself. While they watched, they made fun of him, while he continued to grow even more red in the face. This was so humiliating, having to masturbate in front of three beautiful Mistresses who were all years younger than himself. The fact that he was kneeling nude before them made it worse, since they all still wore their clothes and shoes.
"He's so shameless, wanking off in front of us!"
"He's a slut, V! I'm so glad you invited us."
"Look at his cock! It's so hard. He likes being made fun of!"
"I'm going to enjoy smacking that fucking cock!"
