"Holy shit, Cathy. Did you see that," Lisa whispered to Cathy so Jerry wouldn't hear them as they approached the couch. "I've always wanted to fuck somebody's throat that hard, but they always quit. I wanted to go at him several more times, but it was so hot knowing he was doing it and hating it, that I couldn't hold back. That's what she sees in him, absolute devotion, within like, a day." They both looked back over at Sandy and Jerry as Lisa started to get dressed.
It was the first time Cathy had ever seen that look on Sandy's face. Sandy was an absolute master of the haughty and condescending attitude, but right now, she looked at Jerry the way a child looks at a shiny new toy. Cathy understood Sandy's game, she'd watched her play it many times over, with different subs at the club, vying for her attention. Most couldn't play Sandy's games and would quit, but some would endure, and those that did, received Sandy's version of affection. She would be just kind enough to keep them coming back for more, and there was always more. Cathy knew Jerry was about to get exactly that treatment, and she smiled. He was so fucked.
"She's been talking about having a full-time gimp since I've known her, I think she might believe he's it," Cathy whispered back to Lisa.
"Well, that shit was crazy hot," Lisa said as she got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around Cathy's waist, pulling her close, kissing her chest and pressing the side of her face into her as she held her in a tight and loving embrace. "Wanna go home and play, goddess," she asked.
Cathy returned Lisa's embrace and kissed her on top of the head. "Fuck yeah, bitch. Get your shit on and let's go," Lisa released her and stood up to return to dressing as Cathy turned and walked back over to Sandy and Jerry.
Cathy and Sandys eyes met and Cathy returned Sandy's stare with a knowing smile as she began untying Jerry's legs. Sandy looked back down at Jerry and rolled over in the wheeled office chair close to Jerry's side and undid the spring clip holding his wrists together. She then kicked the couch cushion out of the way and rolled her chair in front of Jerry, placing her shiny latex boot clad feet before him.
"Good job, little man," she congratulated him as Cathy finished removing the rope around his hips, granting him some freedom, as she moved to the rope around his calves. With his hands and hips free, he was able to reach her boots with his mouth, which he immediately did, kissing the tops of her boots profusely. She didn't even have to give a command, simply be close enough and he would kiss and beg. She couldn't help but let out a little laugh. She knew he thought this was the end, as if he had succeeded in doing anything other than letting her know how harsh her long-term games could be. She was almost giddy at the prospect of using him to live out some of her own fantasies. Jerry didn't have a safe word, he didn't have a list of limits he wouldn't cross, he would go until he couldn't, and she would find out how far that is.
Cathy finished removing the ropes from his calves and ankles and moved beside Jerry as he groveled before his Goddess. "We're gonna go. I'm starving and I want something hot. Have fun with the new pet," she said cheerily.
Sandy stood up and pushed Jerry away with her foot and he backed away from the two women. "Thanks for coming, hope you had fun," Sandy replied.
"Fuck yeah we did." Cathy looked down at Jerry. "We'd be happy to come help with training anytime." Jerry looked visibly worried by the comment and Cathy gave a little laugh. They hugged and gave air kisses before Cathy turned and walked to the stairs where Lisa was waiting for her. Cathy ascended the stairs and Lisa followed, giving Sandy a smile and a little wave before disappearing up the stairs.
Sandy turned to Jerry after they left. She looked down at her new pet, who had already obediently assumed his proper position on his knees. She looked him up and down and thought how physically unattractive she found him, and how that made her want to abuse him, as if being an unattractive man made him deserving of such treatment. What she did find attractive was his willingness to endure the torments she inflicted on him and come back for more, beg for it even, and for what, maybe a hand job, maybe. she wondered how long he would continue to subject himself to such treatment. She was betting a very long time and smiled.
"Go wash all that shit off your face, get that ball stretcher I had on you when you pulled me in the chair, and then meet me upstairs in the bedroom." She turned and headed upstairs.
Jerry trotted over to the sink and washed his face, neck and chest of all the goop from his throatfucking. He then gathered the ball stretcher and went upstairs to find Sandy sitting on the foot of the king bed in the master bedroom. He knelt down in front of her and held the ball stretcher before him. She was sitting cross legged, leaning back on her straight arms and slumping just a bit.
"Put it on," she smiled at him and he complied, gathering his balls in one hand and wrapping the small leather collar around his balls before fiddling around and finally getting the end through the buckle and securing the device. "Now get on your hands and knees and turn around," she commanded with the kindest smile and sweetest voice. He did as she asked and she reached down and picked up the leash so that it pulled his balls behind him when taught. She stood up and walked around to stand in front of him so that he was looking at the tops of her boots. "Look at all the shit you smeared on my boots, little man. I can't put them away like that."
Jerry looked at the boots and noticed that they were indeed smeared with the goop that was on his face after the throatfucking. He also knew he was about to lick it off her boots. He wanted to wretch at the thought, but didn't, at all, and it surprised him. He thought about how much of that had already been in his mouth, down his throat, and now resided on his stomach. What difference would a little more matter. He began to bend down and lick.
"Stop," she demanded as she gave the leash a tug. "Are you just going to touch me without permission?"
He froze.
"And you were doing so well." She walked back to the bed and got her cane out of one of the bags he had carried in earlier and sat on the bed. She then stepped behind him, pulled the leash taught with her left hand and brought the cane down hard on the outside on his right thigh, where Cathy had already left several purple stripes. He yelped, and she watched him jerk and then tremble for a second. "What do you do before you touch me, little man?"
"I ask permission, Goddess." His reply was met with another stroke of the cane in the same stop. He yelped and twitched again, his breathing suddenly becoming shallow and fast.