It seemed as though she was still on good ground. The younger blonde man was standing tall and happy with his cock very definitely up, having enjoyed her attentions from his win in the last round.
The older, balding man looked slightly more beaten but resolute and similarly at attention without problem. She had expected a red mark on his cock where she had hit it, but nothing had appeared, contrary to his backside which was crisscrossed with red stripes from her whip.
Never in her life had she had two men at her complete sexual disposal before and she was reveling in it, building their trust and obedience with each phase and using the experience and their discomfort for her own narcissistic enjoyment.
The next task was endurance however. She explained that they were going to put their bodies into a stress position, and the winner was the one who could maintain it for as long as possible without movement. The winner would of course get pleasure and points added to the chart. "The loser would..." She left the words hanging in the air, fully aware that they knew exactly what the punishment would be by now.
The Goddess pose was a yoga position she had come across several years previously and was perfect for this stage of the game. It involved spreading the feet as wide as possible pointing to the sides, sinking the hips to knee height and usually meeting hands at the chest as though in prayer.
It burned at the calves and thighs.
She would expect the men to do this and hold their arms out straight too, without them sagging. An added complication and pain for them. The added benefit for her, as she saw it, was that both their ball sacks and genitalia would hang unimpeded below the bodies within height for some mischievous fun. After how they had made her walk from the car to the office block completely naked, she so wanted to give both those jewels a prod or kick.
'Reign it in,' she told herself. No point spoiling such a good thing, unless they were really asking for it of course.
No timer was necessary and the clear winner would be the one who hung on longer than the other.
Clarification given. Go.
It was apparent immediately that the older man was much better at this task than the younger one, a surprising turn of events considering the pain he must have been in. His arms held parallel to the floor, unmoving in their position and a smirk on his face at his companion's lack of ability. The younger man seemed to have no balance whatsoever and lasted barely fifteen seconds the first time, resulting in a whip across his buttocks and her hands on the older man's cock for the first time.
Having learned from earlier, he kept himself as still as possible as her hands lovingly caressed his cock, quickly rising to meet her lips when she bowed to please him. She tried to keep it fair and wanked him too, stopping only when the precum started to flow.
"Again!"
They resumed the Goddess pose, and the younger man lasted longer this time, losing out once more after several minutes. The older man had his cock sucked once more and she could tell that he was closer than ever to a cum when she stopped.
The third time it seemed like fear had struck the younger man and despite the fact that his muscles were obviously screaming in pain, matched the older man for duration.
Impressive.
Could she up the ante somehow?
Squatting down between them, she reached both her hands up and started to tug at both their cocks. At any other time, she would have been pleased to take one of these in each end, submissively bending for their ease of access to her, hellbent on getting them to cum at the same time and wondering how often they could switch ends to make her repeatedly taste herself.
Despite the pain they were in, the younger man's cock grew quickly in her hand. Desperately trying to put them off holding the position, she gripped, pulled, squeezed and wanked both to see what would happen.
The older man's cock slowly resumed its full erection too, and now she could see the purple veins of complete arousal down his length. It felt firm and eager for her and once more, she got the impression that he was very close to spurting into her face and over her hands.
The younger man was wavering and it certainly looked like a victory for the other when it all went wrong for the older man and his arms dropped to her hair, the excitement a little too much for him. He was only human, and she had taken him further than he had ever been without option to complete. He was obviously aching to force his cock into her and was just about prepared to control the issue, despite his current slave status.
Standing up immediately, a callous look of indifference and disgust on her face, she awarded the younger man the overall win and the points. Secretly she was pleased that her manipulation of their situation had destroyed the man's resolve, but that would never be spoken of.
Watching the older man's cock twitching pathetically with how close he had been and how desperate he had been to hold her head and ejaculate down her throat, she switched to administer a loving and sloppy blow job to the other, casting her eyes up to catch the the older man's look of disappointment and desperation.
The older man was panting and for the first time she could see some doubt in his face. He was beside himself with frustration and obviously hyperventilating to expel his annoyance.
The Mistress role had to continue though, and after standing up, she glared at him square in the face as she smacked again at his penis. This swipe was far harder than the last clout and she felt her own malicious glee at her nerve.
There was an audible groan of pain, but actually his cock was still rampant and she had caught his helmet which must have hurt a lot more than smacking whilst it hung down. Not that she cared that much, but it was interesting to know.
