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.
It meant that the younger man had twenty points on the chart to the person B's zero. He smiled smugly at the older man's chagrin, though, it was interesting to notice, the two men still refused to look down at each other's cock.
The two men looked exhausted after their efforts and she felt some sympathy for that. She herself had never been physically exhausted in such a fashion and the sensible part of her could tell that they needed hydration. That would have to wait for a moment though, despite the jug of fresh water on the conference table and the group of clean glasses ready for use.
It helped her decision making process to pretend she needed to check her emails on her phone. She needed to pause to think, the formulation of a much worse task for them building in her mind and the need to think it through first.
She sashayed to her chair and seated herself, allowing her skirt to ride up and showing the men her state of dress and arousal.
"Heel!" Her free hand clicked her fingers at the men, who towered over her whilst she was seated.
Uncertainly, with a quick glance at each other they both stepped forward to her feet and slowly sat on the ground, initially cross legged but opening their ankles apart at persuasion from the whip.
"Sit closer," she instructed and watched them both shuffle closer so that she could put a foot in each lap. With a little pang of pure evil, bearing in mind that she knew that both these men had wanted to abuse her body for the entire workday if they had got their way, she pushed her toes into their stomachs with no care that her stiletto heels were now resting on each of their ball sacks.
A raised eyebrow at the one man who tried to shift himself around it and he desisted, allowing his slowly shrinking cock to be contorted by the pressure of her foot. The other merely grimaced and leaned forward to alleviate some of the pressure on his more sensitive bits.
This was fun, but she resisted smiling, though she was very close to tapping her feet to see the effect on each man. Fully aware that it had been the men in pain from the Goddess pose, and wanting to rub a little salt into that particular wound, she told them, "My legs need a massage. Get to it," and leaned back in the chair to look at her phone and pretend to totally ignore them.
She knew that their heads were barely twelve inches from her open legs and that she was positive her lips had gaped with her parted legs but thought the view might spur them on. She felt so fucking wet now and as much as it was limited, she felt the resistance once more through her shoes of the men's genitals. The fact that they were being complicit, though technically manipulated, in their own extreme discomfort, was very arousing.
As the men's hands found her thighs and started to rub, she dropped her left hand to herself and started to tease her lips further apart, easing a finger inside to slowly circle and find the well of miniature.
The older man's bigger hands were really relaxing, so he got the first taste, the finger held just slightly out of reach so as he had to lean forward to suck it, creating a little more pressure on his ball sack. He groaned but accepted the pain until she replaced her finger back inside herself and he could return to his original angle.
A quick look at the clock. She had another thirty minutes before work had to commence, so she had time to enjoy her massage for the moment.
