Mistress Rina had woken up refreshed and looking forward to training. She slipped out of bed and made a coffee, before returning to her bedroom to gaze at her pets as she sipped her drink. Wonder how much sleep they managed, not much she guessed as she put her cup down. She took off the strap and cock ring Fifi wore. and unchained his hands before tying one to his collar, unclipped his ankles, and allowed him to see as she clipped on his leash and led him to the toilet.
After she had let her pets use the toilet, she placed them in their cages, returned after checking on the progress of the other trainee slaves. She still had to feed them. Each slave told her his name, before she allowed him to lap water from the bowl she held before them.
They both hated not being allowed to drink and being forced to lap like an animal, but nothing could change that unless their Mistress decided it.
Their stress and unreleased anger kept eating inside at them. She punished for the slightest reason and both hate and resentment welled up stronger each time she reprimanded them.
With both her pets at least watered, Mistress Rina led Fifi back to the bedroom and ordered him to lay on the table. She tied his legs to the corners before securing his wrists to the top corners and removed his eye covers.
She left and returned with Gigi, removed his gag, then led him on his knees to Fifi.
Gigi knelt and followed on his knees, feeling the throbbing pain in them as she adjusted his position until she was satisfied.
"Playtime again. 'Wow!' aren't you lucky to have a Mistress who lets you play together. "
Now we include a little more training with play.
"Lick his cock," his Mistress ordered as she forced his head to Fifi's groin. He was sure he was going violently vomit as he lightly slid his tongue up and down along Fifi's cock shaft,
"Quicker, slower, just roll your tongue around and hold, don't move," she warned getting close-up film of what he was doing.
"Very slowly and featherlike lick down to Fifi's balls." She ordered, and as he moved down and unwillingly caressed Fifi's balls with his tongue she continued the close-up following him with the camera.
"Slower, it's not a race you dumb fuck" She growled at him. Fear coursed through him, would she punish him? he slowed down the motion of his tongue and continued doing what she had ordered.
Humiliated and shamed he could feel the pain of helplessness closing in on him as he miserably obeyed.
"Cock," sliding his tongue up he licked the shaft slowly up and down.
"Suck it," his mouth settled over Fifi's cock, and he could feel it as it swelled in his mouth.
He gagged and tried to rise as she roared at him furious he had moved.
"Hold," Gigi knelt across Fifi, holding his cock in his mouth, not permitted to let go as his Mistress held his head down.
"You will be punished!" Her rage was unmistakable as she made him hold Fifi"s cock with her hand stopping his head from rising.
She held him making him stay until she was happy he had learnt his lesson.
"Release," taking his mouth from Fifi, he watched as his Mistress selected a different type of cock holder, telling Gigi to stay and dropping his leash as she adjusted the fit of the cock holder to Fifi, covered his eyes and left him.
She had a pet to punish.
On his knees he was led to wall and his legs were chained. His hands were released and fastened over his head and pulled tight forcing him onto his toes and left to get Gigi's the clothes she wanted him to wear.
She returned and put his feet into black into the high-heel shoes and laced them up, forcing him to stand on tiptoes.
She put some lacy, frilled underwear on him that drove him crazy as it rubbed painfully against his cock and balls feeling uncomfortably rough. She looked at Gigi, telling him before leaving, to think about what he did wrong.
.
Returning to Fifi after she had eaten, she led him to his cell and put him away, before she removed Gigi's boots and clothes and put him into his cell.
"Sleep well my pets, because soon you will be...," she left the sentence trail as she left.
The men's fear rose as they tried to work out what she meant, but exhaustion pushed them into a fitful shallow sleep before the pain of their brands or nightmares woke them.
Later, Mistress Rina again took her two pets to her bedroom to play with them and let them play together.
Fifi stood, his hands chained above his head, his feet chained to the floor, and Gigi strapped to the table, his Mistress shaving around his cock and balls with a cut-throat razor. She chose this method as another tool to instill their fear of her, and she knew they would both understand the message.
Gigi lay still, terrified of her accidentally or purposely cutting him. His eyes darted back and forth as he prayed for her to finish.
"Done," she proudly exclaimed as she surveyed her handiwork before tying his wrists to his collar and tethering his ankle to the chain attached to her bed. She finished by replacing his eye covers.
She strapped Fifi to the same table and told him to remain still. Holding the razor, she showed it to him as she smiled at him and began to shave his groin. Sick with fear, he lay there trying not to flinch as the sharp blade scraped across his balls and around his cock.
"You will make such a good pet." Mistress Rina informed him as he lay helpless on her table enduring every scrape as she worked on him.
She fastened his hands to his collar, led him to her bed, and secured him by the ankle.
"We are now ready to play." She informed them as she ordered Gigi onto her bed. Once he was on, she fastened his collar to the bed head and spread his legs apart, tying them to the corners.
"Bed Fifi," she instructed as she manoeuvred him between Gigi's legs and told him to stay while she placed a lifter under Gigi's arse to raise it.
She untied Fifi's wrists and tied them behind his back. She then removed his gag and told him she would say exactly what she wanted done and how he was to do it. As she ordered him to begin lightly tonguing Gigi's balls, she controlled his head so he could just touch them with the tip of his tongue.
The fact she knew they disliked the contact, made it a better experience for her and she was not happy with Fifi as he tried to avoid touching Gigi.
"Fifi, you will beg to pleasure Gigi's balls," his Mistress told him sternly.
"Please may I? He screamed in pain as she hit his brand before tightly refastening the gag as she screamed at him.
"That brand marks you, slave," she ranted at him as she again touched the brand. A high-pitched whine came from behind his gag.
"Silence!" she screamed at him, touching the brand again but Fifi did not make a sound.
"Better!" she hissed at him as she touched it several more times before she stopped.
"A slave begs to please they do not get to choose!" She roared again at him.
Fifi nodded as a tight-fitting gag stifled his muffled sobs and the pain savage as it burned like it was fresh.
"Good pet good slave Fifi," Mistress Rina whispered to him as she rubbed his back and released his gag telling him to beg to tongue Gigi's balls. Then you will do it with pleasure.
"Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me tongue Gigi's balls, I will enjoy it." begged Fifi.
The stress of his situation sounded as he whimpered, not understanding the unfolding situation he found himself living.
"You begging to play with Gigi you may."
She answered sweetly, smiling at him.
"Who are you?" She suddenly snapped at him.
"Fifi," he answered her miserably.
"Who am I?" She demanded.
He felt so ashamed as he answered her. "Mistress." He replied, feeling more degraded with each question.
