I suppose that I should have known right away, and if I'd seen Tiffany on any of the daytime talk shows, I probably would have known immediately. I dunno. They say that hindsight is 20/20. The fact is, I didn't know right away.
My wife, Nina, a beautiful lady with long silky black hair, deep ebony eyes, lush pouty red lips, and long curvaceous legs, took Tiffany home to meet me one evening last month.
I'd been begging Nina for weeks, ever since we rented a spanking video, to dominate me. I even bought her a sexy black leather outfit; a corset, with half bra-cups, and mini-skirt, with thigh-high spiked-heeled boots, and gloves that went up past her elbows. And I went all out, buying floggers, whips, paddles, shackles, chains, spreader-bars, and other implements of delicious torture. Nina is very open to sexual exploration (having tried threesomes and even going down on the other women at my request, on several occasions), so while pleased, I was not surprised that she agreed to indulge me in this fantasy as well.
Trying on the outfit, Nina looked like a real Bitch-Goddess, and I was ready to worship! Her lovely round 38D breasts heaving, erect nipples visible over the corset, and holding a long bullwhip, she was a sight to behold. Kneeling before her I begged her not to whip me, all the while hoping that she would. She gave it her best shot, but neither of us knew what we were doing that first time, and it ended badly. Suffice to say, in the wrong hands, these items are weapons, and in our case, we found out, they were in the wrong hands. We locked everything in a trunk, and didn't talk about domination or submission again.
That is, until Nina came home with Tiffany. Tiffany was elegant, and sexy, with long wavy blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Taller than my six feet by at least 2 inches, she towered over me in her six inch pumps. Her breasts were large and full and round, rivaling Nina's, and she had a severe, yet pretty face. She was dressed in a leather busier, which laced up in front, a black silk scarf tied around her neck, and a floor-length gauzy black skirt, and I could see garters and fishnet stockings beneath. Nina was also dressed to kill, in the outfit that I'd bought for her. And seeing them standing there together, my beautiful wife, and her sexy friend, I became instantly, almost painfully, erect!
Nina explained, as I kissed her guest's hand in greeting, that she'd met Tiffany through an alternative-lifestyles personals network on the Internet. She'd told Tiffany about our first mishap with BDSM, and eventually they agreed that Tiffany would help train us both (me in submission and Nina in Domination).
The first thing that Mistress Tiffany (as she told me to call her, in a sexy, husky voice) did, was give me a "safeword". If I got too freaked out by anything Mistress Tiffany or Mistress Nina did, then I was supposed to say "buttercup", and we'd stop what we were doing, at least long enough to find out what was wrong, and then we'd decide whether to continue, or quit altogether. Not having a safeword was the first of many mistakes Nina and I had made that first time out.
The second mistake we'd made was not getting familiar with our toys before playing. Tiffany carefully inspected each item in our trunk, one by one, testing out the torture devices on pillows, and on her own flesh, and encouraged Nina to do the same, so that she'd know exactly how each item felt before inflicting it upon her poor slave. When she picked up the bullwhip, Mistress Tiffany said, "you two are definitely not ready for this, Honey!" She put it back in the trunk. "I've been in the lifestyle for almost ten years now, and I'm still learning how to use a single-strand whip. We'll stick to floggers, crops, and paddles for now, Loves."
"Kneel," commanded Mistress Tiffany as if she was used to being obeyed. I wasn't about to disappoint her, and I got to my knees immediately. God, I was going to enjoy this! "Now, slave, I will give you three rules, and you will obey them without question. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Tiffany," I said.
"One; if Mistress Nina or I touch anything to your lips, you will kiss it. Two; you do nothing else without our permission. That includes, but is not limited to, eating, drinking, excusing yourself for washroom breaks, or cumming. Three; you are under our control and protection from now, until we release you, or you use your safeword, and you will not test our authority. Do you accept these conditions, and agree to be our abject slave?"
"Oh, yes Mistress Tiffany!" I answered enthusiastically. "It will be an honor to serve you both!"
"Good," she said, moving towards me. "Show us your gratitude for allowing you to serve."
I wasn't sure exactly how to proceed, until I noticed Tiffany's impatient foot tapping the floor. I bent down low, and kissed the tip of her shoe. Nina placed her foot beside Tiffany's, and I kissed it, moving back and forth between both ladies' feet. Turning around and pressing her lovely round ass in my face, she forced me to kiss it, too. Pressing my lips against her leather-clad buttocks, I kissed them reverently, until she moved away from me, and ordered me to strip.
Wasting no time at all, I ripped off my clothes, and tossed them into a corner of the room, and stood, stark naked, before my two Mistresses. Nina glared at me. "Don't you know better than to throw your clothes on the floor? Put them away! Now Slut!"
Oops! Five minutes as a slave, and I'd already upset my Mistress. I hastily gathered up all my clothes, and rushed to throw them in the hamper. Wanting to make up for my faux pas, I knelt before my Ladies, and kissed their feet with deep devotion. They suffered my kisses, and then ordered me to stop, and put my head to the floor. Pushing my thighs apart, making them ache just a little, Tiffany attached a spreader bar to my ankles, and shackled my wrists behind my back with wide padded metal cuffs. Each of them getting a toy from our collection (Nina a riding crop, and Tiffany a heavy leather flogger), they began beating my ass. Under Tiffany's patient tutelage, Nina quickly got the knack for using her crop; she now knew the proper stance, how far to extend her arm, and to keep from striking the same spot twice in a row, unless she wanted the extra sting. And Tiffany obviously knew how to use the cat-o-nine tails! Between the two of them, they had my ass burning, even so my back, and thighs, in no time. Mistress Tiffany paused long enough to rub my cock with her foot. "Ooo, our little boy is enjoying this!" she said. "His cock is as hard as a rock. Come see."
"Mmmm, you're right, Tiffany. I think he'd like more."
And they were kind enough to give me more! They traded tools, Tiffany instructing Nina on the proper use of the flogger, and soon, she was criss-crossing my ass with the whip, varying the speed and intensity of my beating with the flick of the wrist. My buttocks must have been bright red by this time! I was in Heaven! Never in my life had I felt anything like this, and it was only the beginning.
