The Pleasure Giver Chronicles

Author's Note

: A little background for those who are new to this series: Soma has been gently blackmailed into becoming a part-time Pleasure Giver at a motel run by Mr. and Mrs. King, as told in The Apotheosis of Soma. While he's not being paid, he has, for the most part, enjoyed the experiences, and he's learning more about himself than he expected. This particular tale, a followup to chapter 5, is more emotionally intense than the previous stories

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I arrived at my room to find Mrs. King waiting for me.

"Soma, I have good news for you. Today, you're going to be in a threesome...with two women."

"Are you kidding me, Ma'am? Two women? What's the catch?" I had noticed her smile seemed forced.

"Catch? You're the Pleasure Giver. You're going to give these two ladies pleasure: that's your job, isn't it?"

"Of course, Ma'am. But so far, I've been giving pleasure only to men. The only woman I met was the Bitch Domme from Hell...no offense intended, Ma'am."

"None taken," she laughed. "That was quite an intense session you had with her. But she was pleased with the information you provided."

"You mean the burn I felt for days from that ginger cream she tested on me?"

"It was, indeed, a most potent cream," she added, with a shudder that confirmed what I suspected: she had experienced it herself.

"May I ask a question, Ma'am? Are you her sub?"

She looked intently at me. "Let's just say I have a...contractual relationship with her. You may be familiar with those. And, for the record, you will refer to her as Mistress Juliette."

I laughed. Of course, I knew about contractual relationships, especially the one I had signed with Mr. King, giving myself to him to be used as Pleasure Giver as he chose, with whom he chose. That was why I was here today: it was my day to serve at the motel.

"But enough about her," Mrs. King said. "For your special assignment today, I want to be sure you're ready to provide the satisfaction they desire. Who knows? Men aren't the only ones who want a quick, no strings hour focused on their own pleasure.

"I want you to look your best for them, Soma. There's a fresh razor in the bathroom. After your enema and shower, I want you to shave extra close. I don't want to feel any stubble on your crotch or your ass. Whatever they choose to do with you, I want you ready to go. Speaking of which..."

She handed me a blue pill and a bottle of water.

"This is a Viagra. Take it and finish off the water. I want no performance issues today, do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Achieving an erection has never been a problem for me. But, if you're concerned..." I swallowed the pill and chugged the water. This sounded like my lucky day, indeed. After dealing with an exclusively male clientele, getting to taste a pussy or two, or pleasing them even more directly, was something greatly to be desired. I starting thinking about all the frustrated housewives who deserved their pleasure, and I was, after all, the Pleasure Giver...

"Stop dreaming, Mr. Stud Muffin, and start cleaning," Mrs. King broke my reverie. "I have some things to take care of. Your guests will be here in an hour. I'll be back shortly. Put your clothes in the drawer...you know the drill."

While waiting for the enema to do its job, I brushed my teeth (nothing like multitasking to get to the pleasure sooner...clearly, it had been a while since I let my small head do the thinking. I had forgotten a few lessons about making that mistake.).

Though it wasn't part of my usual ritual, I shaved in the shower. I figured the hot water would soften the hairs and make them easier to remove. As I went over my scrotum a second time, I wished they had chosen something other than the menthol shave cream. The second pass of the razor made my skin more sensitive to the sting of the menthol. I was looking forward to applying moisturizer after I dried off...

...except that the usual minibottle of skin moisturizer was missing. I dried off and gingerly checked my front and back for any stray hairs. I didn't find any, but I discovered how sensitive my skin was to the salt in my fingertips. The room air conditioner blew over my skin, and my pharmaceutically enhanced cock responded. I was fully erect and ready for action. I lay back on the bed, with my legs spread, knees bent and feet on the bed, imagining the joys to come.

I heard the door open and Mrs. King walked in. She looked at the bed and shook her head, laughing at my posing.

"I see the Viagra has taken effect," she said, "We can't have you walking around with that sticking out. Get a robe and slippers from the closet."

I went to the closet and took the thin blue robe and blue slippers hanging there. As I tied the sash around my waist, trapping my cock head to keep it flat, I paused.

"Mrs. King, aren't the ladies coming here?"

"No, Soma. This is a special occasion and deserves a special room. Come with me."

We walked out into the sunshine and heat. She took my hand, led me up the stairs to the third floor and took me toward the far end of the building. We stopped at room 315. I stopped, memories of pain and tears flooding me.

"Mrs. King, why are we here?"

She opened the door and, placing her hand in the small of my back, gently pushed me in. The room was as I remembered it: the typical business suite, with some notable modifications. The cameras that monitored the room were more obvious. The air conditioning was off and the room was noticeably warm. The king bed was stripped down. Gone were the blankets and comforter. Instead, there was a sheet of what looked like plastic or vinyl. On each corner of the mattress was a leather cuff, with a chain running under the bed to the other cuff. The cuffs were attached to the chain with a latch; the links could be adjusted as needed. The two pillows were encased in plastic.

I turned to her in disbelief. She had never lied to me before about a session, no matter how unpleasant.

"You told me this was going to be a threesome, Ma'am!"

"And so it is, Soma. One of the ladies is going to join you on the bed. And the other...I believe you already know her."

I started for the door. "I didn't sign up to be tortured by a psycho bitch..."

My cheek stung with the force of her slap. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked at her with amazement, rubbing my face where she had struck me. She pulled on the sash and pulled my robe off. Her voice took on a harshness I hadn't heard from her.

"You will call her Mistress Juliette! On your knees, Pleasure Giver...NOW!" Reflexively, I went to my knees and assumed the presentation position, my knees open wide and my hands on my thighs. My cock twitched and I could see a drop of precum mocking my panic.

"Listen to me very carefully. You signed up to be used in whatever manner we choose, with whomever we choose. The only stipulation is that your health and safety won't be threatened. We've honored that and will continue to honor that commitment. I thought you were enjoying your role and that you respected both us and your word. Has that changed?"

"No, Ma'am," I sighed, my head downcast. "I apologize for my outburst. But why did you have to slap me? You've never mistreated me like that before."

"You disrespected a client and my Mistress. I expect better behavior from you. Keep in mind who you are: a Giver of Pleasure. You exist to serve your clients, and us...hopefully with joy, but always with respect."

Her voice softened. "And, today, I need you to be strong for your bedmate. She does not have your strength and this is going to be a severe trial for her. I can't go into detail, but you are both going to endure much pain today. You are used to this kind of suffering. I fear she is in for an unpleasant surprise. She needs someone who can be strong for her, not someone whimpering and wallowing in self-pity. Is that you, Soma?"

"You know how to push my buttons, Ma'am. You're expecting my Galahad complex to kick in, aren't you?"

"Hasn't it?"

I sighed. "You know I can't resist a damsel in distress. What can you tell me about her?"

"Very little at the moment. Mistress Juliette wants you two to know little to nothing about each other. She'll explain why. What I can tell you is that she is entering into this voluntarily, just as you are."

I snickered at that. Mrs. King gave me a look that told me to tread carefully.

"As I was saying, she's entering into this voluntarily. She's...curious about this and wants to experience as much as she can. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what happens with that sort of attitude."

"She's about to learn to be careful what she wishes for," I smirked, knowing how dear that lesson can be.

"She's an interesting and complex person, Soma. I think you and she will have much to discuss afterward. But now it's time to get you ready. Do you need to urinate? This will be your last chance for a while."

I took her advice, though it was a bit of a struggle forcing the urine out through my erection. With some effort, I emptied my bladder and, after washing my hands, lay on my back on the bed. Mrs. King wrapped the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My head was once again well below the headboard. She tightened a leather blindfold over my eyes.

"I'm going to bring in your companion for this afternoon's festivities. Before I do, I want to relay Mistress Juliette's strict instructions that neither of you are to talk, except to answer questions she puts to you directly. While you'll be welcome to cry out in pain and to sob in agony, any verbal outbursts may result in your being ball gagged. I shall be present and monitoring the scene. If it's necessary to safeword, I shall do it for you both. In addition, Mr. King is monitoring this and recording it for added safety. If that is disagreeable to you, tell me and I'll release you. But, regardless, your companion will be here; if you leave, Mistress Juliette will not be happy and will have no one to take it out on but her. Do you understand?"

I was well and truly trapped. She knew I wouldn't leave anyone to suffer at the hands of the Domme Bitch...pardon me, Mistress Juliette. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, my stupid cock was drooling at those words. When will it stop getting me in so much trouble?

"I understand, Ma'am. Go and fetch her. I won't let her down...or you."

She leaned over me and kissed my forehead gently, whispering, "I am truly sorry for what is about to happen to you." Then the door opened and closed, leaving me alone in the dark with my thoughts and my breathing exercises, my body already beginning to sweat with the heat of the room and the memories of my first encounter with Mistress Juliette.

Several minutes passed before I heard the door open and close. A rustle of cloth and a bump at the bottom of the bed. I felt small hands land heavily on my thighs as someone crawled onto the bed between my legs. The obviously female legs moved between mine and her shins moved against my inner thighs. I could feel her knees pushing against the sides of my crotch, then leather straps joining our legs. From above me, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing. I resisted the urge to tell her to relax, but squeezed my thighs against her legs in what I hoped she would interpret as a comforing gesture. Mrs. King noticed, as the sharp sting on my thigh let me know.

"No games. Place your hands behind your head...that's good. Interlace your fingers and straighten your back."

"Yes," came another voice, that sent chills down me. "Be proud of the role you're going to play in the advancement of my research. But I forget: lab rats don't care about science or progress. They're just lab rats. Have you prepared the test subjects?"

"Yes, Mistress Juliette. They've been prepped and are ready."

"Very good. Now, before we proceed further, I need to explain what's going to happen today. This is what is called a double blind experiement. In this case, it's the two of you who are the blinds. You don't know each other and you can't see each other. Only I and my assistant will know what is happening to you.

"As you already know, Lab Rat, I've been working on an alternative to figging that will provide very special sensations for my subs. I distilled the essence of the ginger root and mixed it with some other fun ingredients to create a paste, rather like cold cream in consistency, but oh so much more fun to use. You remember how effective it was. Yes, I can see by the way you twitched that it was a memorable experience for you.

"You'll be pleased to know that, based on your responses, I've been able to refine it even further to make it more potent, making it even more painful while still minimizing tissue damage. At this point, I'm almost ready to use it with my own subs, but, before risking them, I need to ensure it has the same effect on women as on men. Mrs. King was kind enough to recruit a suitable test subject. If there are any unpleasant side effects, better a lab rat than one of my subs."

I heard a groan from above me, as Mistress Juliette's words began to sink in and she realized just how screwed she was.

"You may be wondering, Lab Rat, why I'm bothering with you, since your kind will never be subject to my tender mercies. You are the control group. I've recorded your responses to the first formulation. Now that I've refined it, I'm curious to see how men respond to it compared to women. Not being able to find a man, I had to settle for you.

"Each of you will be subject to the same level of treatment. I'll be measuring your responses and noting any physical side effects that may remain. Afterward, I'll examine my test subject carefully for internal and external impacts. As for Lab Rat, Mrs. King will dispose of him as she sees fit. And, of course, I shall enjoy watching you both suffer. I trust you won't disappoint."

Was that part of her scene? Or was she an actual psychopath? I trusted the Kings enough to know that no lasting harm would come to us, but what bothered me more than her words was the flat, objective tone of voice she was employing. I knew she was getting off on this, but now I also knew she only viewed women as suitable submissives for her. That meant the usual Domme/sub dynamic wouldn't apply to me. I hoped her misandry wasn't pathological.

"Did you give Lab Rat a Viagra?"

"Yes, Mistress. He shouldn't have a problem with erections."

"Well, he seems to be having one now. Did I scare you, Lab Rat? It's important for the experiment that you keep your penis tumescent. Test Subject, get his erection back."

I felt her hands groping in my crotch and finding my shrinking cock. She began a gentle up and down movement with one hand, the other feathering my balls. Her thumb circled my frenulum, bringing me back to my full glory quickly. I didn't know who she was, but she knew how to make a man happy.

"That's enough. Hands back behind your head." I felt a strap wrapping tightly around the base of my cock, capturing it and my scrotum. I sucked in my breath as she tightened the loops.

"That should keep you erect throughout the procedure. Binding of Lab Rat's genitals to maintain erection applied at 1506. Now starting a 30 minute timer to prevent tissue damage to the Lab Rat's penis."

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that, whatever else, she was professional enough to keep my health in mind. I was starting to relax when I heard the snap of rubber gloves and caught the smell of ginger and mint. I knew our ordeal was about to begin.

"Initial application of cream to subjects' nipples at 1507."

My nipples started to heat up, but the sensation was more pleasant than painful. From the mewling sounds my companion was making, I could tell the impact wasn't nearly as good for her.

"Subjects are responding with increased blood flow to the affected tissues. Male subject appears relatively unaffected. Female subject is displaying signs of discomfort. Proceeding to primary genitalia."

I felt her slick gloved hand rubbing my scrotum, which immediately caught fire. I tried to choke back my cry of shock and pain and managed to grit my teeth. The cream was bad enough, but the close shave had chafed my skin, making the pain even more intense. I could feel tears welling up as I realized how thorough she was, even down to ordering my close shave. I had unwittingly increased the pain my scrotum was experiencing. Then I heard a scream from above.

"God, I can't take it! Please stop! It hurts so mmmmmmf."

"Cream applied to male subject's scrotum and female subject's vulva and clitoral hood at 1509. Female subject required a ball gag to control speech. Male subject exhibiting extra redness on his scrotal sac and surrounding crotch area. Preparing for internal application."

"Lab Rat, listen up. I'm about to apply the test cream to her vagina. Your penis will be the applicator. I'm going to coat your penis with a liberal amount of the cream. The Test Subject will position herself over your penis and lower herself onto you. To make the test results as realistic as possible, neither of you will use protection. Both of you have been tested for the full range of STDs and found to be clean. Mrs. King will confirm that."

Between my groans of pain and desperate efforts to avoid crying out and the muffled screams coming from my poor companion, Mrs. King had to lean in and speak loudly. My mind was starting to wander: as she spoke, I could smell the curry she must have had for lunch.

"Both of you have had blood drawn recently and tested, as we regularly do."

Wait a minute...I knew I had regular testing done by the motel as part of my contractual obligation. Did that mean my partner in pain was also an "employee" of the motel? I knew there were other Pleasure Givers working for Mr. King, but I didn't think any of them were women. What was I missing here? And...OH MY GOD! MY COCK!

Whatever she had done to the formula since my first experience with it had turned it from excrutiating pain to the fires of Hell. Her hand was stroking my shaft surprisingly gently, but there was no tenderness involved. She was saturating the skin to ensure a thick layer, including an extra dollop on my inflamed cock head.

"Test Subject, lean over and put your hands on either side of Lab Rat. Bend down and slide your body to position your vulva over Lab Rat's penis. Stop blubbering and get moving."

Through the haze of pain, I could feel her legs shaking as she tried to comply. I felt her hands squeeze my upper arms as she tried to leverage herself into position. I grimaced at the strength with which she was holding onto me as she positioned herself over my cock. She held her position there for a moment, trembling. Was she steeling herself for the ordeal to come? I couldn't tell, but I could feel her tears falling on my chest from under her blindfold. My own were flowing as the cold heat of the pain grew. Then, with a pitiful scream, she dropped herself onto me...

...and erupted into an even louder scream of pure agony as my cream laden cock coated her vaginal walls with the liquid fire.

"Internal application of cream to subject's vagina initiated at 1512. Removing subject's gag to capture full impact of the sensations."

Her screams were unleashed now. I was sure the police would be here any minute, but Mrs. King reassured us all.

"This will be a good test of the new soundproofing we've applied to this room. Just a moment, while I call my husband. Hello? Have any of the staff or guests complained about the noise levels? Well, let me know if they do.

"You may record their sounds without worrying, Mistress. The room's soundproofing appears to be adequate," she shouted over our combined cries of pain.

I heard a slap and a cry. "Don't just sit there, Test Subject. I need you to apply the cream evenly and completely in your vagina. Start riding him like the slut you are."