Robin and Tommy

Lisa was glorying in her new duty to train me as a urinal. She squatted over me as I lay on the shower floor with my mouth open to serve as her target. She stroked my cheek and smiled down at me.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Are you thirsty for my piss?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She reached down to stroke my rigid cock.

"I guess i didn't need to ask, did I slave?"

"I can't seem to help it. My body knows what I crave."

She slid her hand down my cock to cup my balls and roll them in her hand, squeezing but not too hard, yet.

"You know how much I enjoy handling your balls and that magnificent cock. I love the way Mistress understands both of us and our relationship. Your beautiful submission is a pure pleasure for both of us, you know?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I do love serving both of you. Of course, I love Domming you too and I yearn for that more when you're using me like this."

"Do you now?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, right now you're my toilet, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And that makes your beautiful cock hard, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What are you thinking about doing to me, slut."

"I'm thinking about fucking your ass, Ma'am."

"Mm hmm, anything else?"

"Clamping you and beating you with a flogger, Ma'am."

"Such a naughty slave boy. But for right now your balls are in my hands and your mouth is my latrine,"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Drink up."

And she let go with a powerful jet of hot, bitter piss that scalded my tongue and made me gag. Some of her pee spurted out of my mouth and onto her thighs and pubis. She squeezed my balls harshly and hissed.

"Look what you've done. I'm covered with pee."

She slapped my balls hard and pulled them forcefully. I tried to resist increasing the mess by not losing any of her piss despite reacting to the pain she inflicted on my balls and managed to continue swallowing most of her offering.

"You need to do better. Mistress has no interest in piss all over her pussy and thighs. I can take her piss without making a mess, you need to learn. Now, no more spilling."

She administered another hard squeeze making me battle the urge to scream and let loose with more piss for me to drink.

When her trickle abated at last, I licked her clean and she urged me to attend to her pleasure, riding my mouth until I built her arousal to the threshold of an explosive orgasm. The fluids she gave me then were much tastier than her piss had been. My balls remained in her hand under pressure throughout.

"Do you think you deserve punishment for spilling my piss all over me?"

"Yes, Ma'am, it was inexcusable."

"How should I punish you?"

"That's up to you, Ma'am."

She dismounted and stood over me.

"Fetch the flogger."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I sprang to my feet and hurried into the dungeon where I had last seen the flogger hanging next to the ball stock. It was still there, hanging where she'd left it after working over my balls earlier. I hoped she wasn't planning to flog them more now as punishment for spraying her with piss. I didn't hold out a lot of hope, Lisa's punishments usually focused on abusing my balls.

When I returned, she was tapping a large butt plug against her palm. She held that hand out and accepted the flogger when I offered it.

"Bend over and spread."

I did as instructed, bending at the waist, reaching behind myself, and spreading my crack to offer my anus. She spread conditioner from the wall rack bearing ablution supplies on the fat black plug. Once she had it lubed, for which I was very grateful she pressed the business end to my opening until it opened me, before she pushed the entirety of the beast inside me. When the fattest part popped past my sphincter I yelped.

She reached between my legs to gain a tight grip on my balls, pulled them and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"When we get together with your blonde, I think we should invite her to piss in your mouth. Do you think she would enjoy that? Or perhaps she would prefer Mistress or me pissing in hers. It will be great fun exploring her limits and her perverse desires, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Lisa continued manipulating my balls roughly and reached around to grasp my cock with her other hand.

"I bet she'd like to finger fuck your cock too. She loves that big dick of yours, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Ma'am, she seems to."

"Maybe she'd like to drink your piss, that would be fun to watch. Would you like to piss in her mouth?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I guess so."

"God, I know I'd love to, piss all over her, soak her in it then make her drink, then eat my pussy and get that tongue deep in my asshole. Speaking of which, my ass needs your attention, bitch."

She pushed me forcefully to the tiles even as I tried to comply, changed her angle of attack and squatted over me again, bringing her puckered starfish to my lips.

"You like worshipping my ass, don't you slut?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"As much as you enjoy eating my pussy?"

"I prefer your sweet pussy, but I love how submissive I feel when you feed me your asshole. Ma'am."

"I know you love being my filthy slut."

"I do Ma'am."

She squeezed my nuts and pulled them up, lifting my ass off the tile floor and drawing a scream as she ground her ass onto my mouth making me scream into her anus.

"Get that tongue deep in my ass."

I tried to press my tongue deeper into her funky, bitter hole as she worked my balls painfully.

"Deeper."

I tried but battling the pain she was inflicting on my balls was making it hard to focus on penetrating her ass. She swung the flogger with her other hand as she stretched my nuts up to offer them to the lash. I screamed into her ass. She laughed. She delivered a series of flogger strokes to my aching testes, and continued laughing at my plight.

"I bet you're dreaming of inflicting pain on me right now, aren't you?"

"I am, Ma'am. Payback will be a bitch."

She laughed harder at that.

"That's the beauty of our relationship. We both love the give and take."

"It is. We are sick puppies, and I love you for it."

"And I love you."

"I agree, you are two deliciously sick puppies."

Neither of us had noticed Mistress standing in the doorway observing the action. We spoke in unison, responding to her.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Shower off and meet me in the dungeon, slaves."

She turned away and left us to our ablutions.

I think Lisa enjoys washing me as much as I enjoy washing her. Her fascination with my cock and balls made the exercise pure pleasure for me. when washing me for use was the object she handled me gently, seductively.

We dried each other off and made our way to the dungeon where we assumed presentation position. Mistress was seated in her chair and calmly surveyed us. She allowed the tension to build as we tried not to anticipate or show impatience.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"Lisa, stand in front of the cross. Tommy, attach her to it."

I was happy to oblige, buckling her wrists into the upper cuffs, then kneeling to cinch the ankle cuffs in place, securing her, spread and available for any use Mistress had in mind. Lisa's expression showed fear and excitation battling for supremacy, for control of her emotions.

Once she was firmly secured, I stepped back, faced Mistress, and presented.

"Show me how you'd like to use her, Tommy. Any of the toys are at your disposal, as is she. She's not in the right position for ass fucking, but you mentioned clamping and flogging, anything else? Do what you will is the whole of the law."

She reached her hand out. A pair chrome clover clamps connected by a chain dangled from her fingers. She strained to contain a predatory grin possessing her flashing eyes that appeared aquamarine in the lighting.

"These are delightfully painful as I'm sure you know well."

"Yes, Mistress, I'm familiar with them. Nipples or labia?'

"Your choice."

I opted for nipples and leaned close to seize her right nipple in my mouth, sucking and tongue teasing at first, delighting at the sensation of her flesh swelling under my tongue. She moaned and pressed her breast into my mouth until suddenly I clamped my teeth down, seizing her swollen nipple between my incisors. She cried out. I shook my head like a dog might. Her cry turned into a scream.

When I released her nipple from its cruel entrapment, she gasped, gulping breaths and curling her torso in a futile effort to protect herself. I cupped her tit and pinched her nipple to make it jut out with my left hand and brought a clover with the jaws open near to surround the swollen nipple.

I stared into Lisa's eyes and abruptly allowed the clamp to snap shut biting cruelly onto the angry redness of the abused flesh. Lisa shrieked at this insult and fruitlessly struggled to pull away. I maintained a grip on the body of the clamp and rolled it over eliciting an even stronger reaction, making her voice seem to climb an octave as the shriek's volume reached a crescendo.

I stroked her hair softly and kissed her forehead.

The clover remained clamped tightly on her nipple and I cupped her pussy, gently caressing her and letting the arousal contrast with the pain. She calmed into the sensations, catching her breath gradually.

Mistress studied her reactions, fascinated by the interplay and our dynamic. This was the first time she had ever witnessed me working Lisa as my slave and I found the hunger in her gaze to be exciting and informative.

I took her other tit in hand and pinched the nipple out, ready to receive its own clamp. Lisa's eyes widened anticipating a new onslaught of pain, showing her fear eloquently.

"I think we need to balance the pain, don't you, slave?"

"No, Master, please. It hurts so much."

"Courage, baby, you can take it for me, can't you?"

She took a series of deep breaths and squared her jaw before responding with a determined clenching of her jaw.

"I guess so, Master."

"You guess?"

I stared into her eyes, waiting for the response I sought.

She finally nodded weakly, unsure but screwing up her courage. I continued waiting. She nodded again with greater conviction this time. I rewarded her with a finger slipping between her folds to find her swollen fuck button.

"Your body is betraying your need for the pain is making you wet slave."

She moaned at the pressure on her clit when my finger caressed her in a soft circular motion. Her juices were flowing extravagantly, and she moved to greedily accentuate her pleasure from my caress.

She whimpered when I withdrew my hand to grasp her breast and pinch the nipple out as I brought the other clamp, wide open, up to surround it. I stared into her eyes intently devouring the mixture of fear and need before allowing the implement to snap shut, ripping another scream from her throat.

Mistress moaned in response to Lisa's anguish as her hand busily worked between her legs. My cock was at rigid attention and Lisa's pussy oozed juices that flowed down her inner thighs. Her thighs were clenching, and she panted, all signals that an orgasm was possible. It wouldn't be the first time she would cum from a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had seen them blend into a whole with her before.

Mistress seemed to be approaching her own climax from auto stimulation and a symbiotic connection with Lisa's arousal, in fact she reached out with the hand not occupied between her legs to grasp my cock.

The room crackled with erotic energy. Each of us was immersed in the mutual connection. Lisa was close to cumming, and Mistress began to climax from her self-manipulation. Her hand began working me insistently. Her thumb was stroking my glans, lubricated with a drop of precum she had milked from my slit. She cried out ecstatically and clutched me forcefully. I continued working Lisa, making her tremble as pleasure began overtaking pain for her. She moaned and begged for permission to cum which I granted.

Her orgasm blended with her sliding into near sub space for all appearances. Her head drooped and she began speaking non words, guttural and lost in her groans. Her eyes had rolled back in her head. Mistress released my cock and secured a single clover clamp from a basket of clamps. I knelt between her legs, gave her clit a quick lick and spread her curtains wide to fully expose her little boatman. It was swollen and red, fully engorged and proudly poking out from under its hood.

Lisa moaned mixed with a whimper I recognized as her neediness vocalizing. I rubbed the edge of the clamp against her clit. She squirmed against her bonds and her pussy glistened with sweet secretions, further evidence of her need for what we were doing. It had been several days since I had used her, and she was ready.

"She wants it, Tommy."

"She does, don't you my little slut?"

"God yes, Master, it's been too long."

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I need pain, Master, please hurt me."

"Where do you want me to hurt you?"

"Please hurt my clit."

"Will you cum again for me?"

"I'll do my best."

I spread the jaws of the cruel tool and surrounded her clitoris with them.

"Snap it or easy?"

"Please snap it, Master."

I let my thumb slip of the handle and the jaws snapped together imprisoning Lisa's clit with fierce suddenness. She screamed and recoiled at the pain tearing into her sex. I gave her a moment to adjust to the searing pain before proceeding. When her breathing returned to normal, I took hold of the clamp and began to move it.

With my left hand I reached up to grip the chain connecting her nipple clamps and pulled down with a steady pressure that elicited murmurs of pain from her lips, little high pitched whimpering noises like a puppy might make. When she had settled in with that, I took hold of the clover securing her fuck button and began to move it. First, I rotated it back and forth like turning a key.

She began tear up, freely weeping at that insult to her pleasure center. I leaned close to kiss her tasting the tears that rolled down onto her lips.

"You want this don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Master, I need to suffer for you, please hurt me, make me cum for you."

"Do I own you?"

"Yes, Master."

"How long have I owned you?"

"You were my first crush, my first wet dream lover. I learned to masturbate looking at your poster on my bedroom wall, imagining you taking me, using me for your pleasure."

"You'd rather I hurt you than fuck you?"

"I want everything, but right now I really need you to work my clit and make me cum, please Master."

I grasped the body of the clover attached to her clit and tipped it up to vertical. She whimpered. I rolled it over and pulled up, making her scream. I quickly reversed, pulling down sharply and her scream intensified, becoming ragged and harsh.

The begging look in her eyes convinced me that despite her screams she needed this, wanted to suffer for the pleasure I knew she could take from this intimate torture.

I leaned close, bringing my lips to hers and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue as I shook the clamp. She moaned and trembled, returning my kiss, fencing her tongue with mine. When I broke the kiss, she cried out.

"God, Master, I love you so much, please let me cum for you."

I began moving the clamp in broad circles, stretching her clit brutally. Her breathing deepened and I knew she was about to cum.

"May I cum please, Master."

"Yes, baby, cum for me."

Her cry that followed was a blend of pain and passion, guttural and beautiful. Her eyes rolled back. and her head lolled, telling me that deep sub space was taking her to her special place.

Mistress stepped close to peer at her face.

"That is so beautiful when she goes away like that. It scared me the first time Eric did it with me, but I know how much they love it. Have you ever spaced with me?"

"Not yet, Mistress."

"I would like to get you there with me."

"I would love that, Mistress."

"Have you come close with me?"

"Not really, Mistress."

"Have you with anyone?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She stroked my cheek and gave me a simple kiss on the lips.

"She'll need some after care I expect."

"Yes, Mistress."

As I began releasing her wrists Lisa slowly began drifting back from her endorphin delirium and mumbled. Mistress released her ankles, and I cradled her, lowered to the bed and held her tenderly in my arms. I kissed her softly and caressed her gently as she nuzzled into me then offered her lips to mine and we kissed without hot intensity but comfortably with our tongues caressing each other's. Her hand reached down to take hold of my cock and began stroking it calmy, but with purpose. She whispered in a hoarse voice.

"You said you were wanting to fuck my ass earlier."

"I did."

"Do you still want that?"

"Yes, baby, very much."

"Get the lube please, Master."

I didn't need a second invitation and jumped up from the bed to secure the lube bottle and return. She was on her hands and knees, already in position with her tight ass raised and her hips swaying slightly in invitation. I lubed her crack then pressed as much inside her wonderful tight anal passage as I could cram into her.

She'd always enjoyed having her ass played with and had surprised me when she first took my full length, so I took time to give her pleasure from this process, using it as foreplay.

"Let me lube your beautiful cock, Master."

She turned back toward me, took the container and filled her palm with the viscous lube beginning to stroke it onto my before squirting an extra dollop onto my tip. She spun back onto her hands and knees and gave me an inviting twerk.

Just as I was about to position myself for entry, the doorbell rang. Mistress checked her tablet and raised her hand.

"Hold that thought you two. We have a very interesting guest who's arrived with impeccable timing. It's your girlfriend, Tommy."

I slumped back and Lisa showed her discontent at the interruption with a sigh and slumped shoulders. I gave her a soft stroke of her hip but thought that the timing was indeed perfect. Showing Katje how Lisa could actually take my cock anally might inspire her desire to accommodate me in the same manner, and generally involving her more deeply in Mistress' family was definitely desirable. Also, I knew Lisa's excitement at the prospect of getting her hands and mouth on Katje was intense.

"Master."

Lisa's tone was imbued with her disappointment at our coitus interruptus and although it was unlike her to be pouty, I took as a compliment but needed to show her that it was a failing which wouldn't be tolerated in future.

"That's not a good look on you, baby. Mistress wants us to wait, so we wait. Period."

"Yes, Master, I was just so ready for your cock deep inside me."

"I know but think how much fun it will be to show her what an exceptional slave you really are, showcasing your ability to serve."

"Will I get to use her?"

"We'll see, but I get the feeling she is at least switch herself, if not downright submissive. And if this is to be our first time with her, you'll get many opportunities to use her to your hearts content."

"I'd really like to work her."

"You're jealous of her."

"Why would I be jealous of that Barbie doll?"

I endeavored not to show my amusement at her statement, and knowing full well how cruel Lisa could be, felt sorry for Katje when Lisa eventually did get her hands on her.

Later reports from both participants gave me insight into the meeting between Mistress and Katje at the doorway that went something like this:

"Oh, hello, you're Miss Robin, aren't you? I'm Claudia's driver Katje and I have the day free. I was hoping Tommy might be available for some surfing."

"I know who you are, Katje. I saw you at the mixer Desiree threw at her shop. I also know Claudia included you in her date with Tommy last week. Won't you come in? Tommy is a bit busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you. I certainly am."