Mistress Wynter with Miss Troy Orleans! Yikes!! - Forums powered by UBB.threads™

Yes, I know I’m a lucky bastard. Believe me, I wake up astounded every day. Not only do I serve a most wonderful Mistress, but Her love of sharing subs and playing along side Her friends has placed me in the hands of some of the finest Dommes in all of Maxville.

This past Saturday, I was beaten, brutalized, crushed and objectified by Mistress wynter and Miss Troy Orleans!

As my Owner, Mistress wynter began with me alone. Gentle caresses and soft words helped guide me into my submissive role. With my lips pressed against denim, i knew my place was beneath Her (physically and metaphorically). By the time Miss Orleans arrived I was trembling, naked and on all fours waiting to see how these two beautiful friends would have their way with me.

"Remember when I said there'd be no corporal?" Mistress wynter asked with a malicious giggle. "I’ve changed my mind!"

With that, She brought forth Her new spanking horse ... a gift from Ms. HarleQuinn. I straddle the horse, placing my knees and elbows onto the stirrup-like platforms provided. The end result is my face and my throbbing cock are pressed into the horse while my rear is left displayed and vulnerable.

Working through Her various assortment of paddles, the ladies decided to "warm" my backside. I don't think I take to paddles well, though because my moans and yelps became very frantic rather quickly! This provoked no concern, of course ... only delight and laughter. Mistress wynter continued wailing away with Her paddle while Miss Troy reached around me to pinch both my nipples with her razor-like nails.

After satisfying themselves with the general redness of my bottom, the Ladies moved on to canes and continued their gleeful, sadistic, unabated assault. I was in heaven! Satisfied that my bottom had taken as much of a beating as it was going to, Mistress wynter led me from the horse over to Her bondage bed for further torture.

Laid out on the bed, the ladies continued paying attention to my beaten flesh with their canes. Miss Troy surprised me with a technique I hadn't come across before. She positioned my legs so they were the perfect distance apart, then proceeded to whip the cane back and forth between them ... striking both inner thighs with rapid, machine-gun like strokes. My instinct was to scream out with pain and terror, but Mistress wynter interjected Herself ... forcing me to keep eye contact with Her, guiding me into a floating space where the pain became distant and calm. Miss Troy continued to hit me with glee, and caning the insides of both thighs, and up and down my cock!

After this, the Ladies took turns alternately teasing and tormenting me. Mistress wynter climbed on top of me and grasping the iron rails of her cage pulled Herself down in Her patented full-body crush. Mistress is deceptively strong and muscular and is able to cause great pain in the manner! She punctuated the crushing with a series of pinpoint precision slaps across my face … Mistress wynter’s style is like Her cane strokes; short, precise and rapid fire!

Miss Troy followed with more crushing, but unable to match Mistress wynter’s sheer strength, she opted for a more directed style; digging elbows and knees deeply into sensitive places around my body. She too, slapped my face ... but Miss Troy's style again contrasted with Mistress wynter as she came down across my face with long, sweeping slaps full of force and ferocity, both forehand and back!

Let me say ... at my own personal risk, mind you ... that I think I'm becoming very fond of face slapping.

Miss Troy also accentuated her crushing with her teeth, clamping down on my nipples, my cheeks and ears and my nose ... (my nose?!?) worse than any pair of alligator clips. The pain was exquisite and sensual and as a reward, she let drool slide from her lips in a beautiful line across my face ... which she wiped up a bit with her finger and spread across my lips.

To finish, Miss Troy crushed my head with her full weight under her denim-clad bottom while her hands (and Mistress wynter's) had their way with my more sensitive bits. My muffled screams were lost.

"Okay ... Troy" Mistress wynter instructed. "Get off my slave!"

I don't know if Mistress was worried I'd get too used to another woman's bottom (no chance there!) or was just ready to move on ... but either way, the edgier tortures were about to begin.

Mistress wynter knows how much I love breath play. It’s one of the regular features of our playtime together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love the way She covers my mouth and nose with Her hands and holds them there. She repeated these things several times for me, and even pressing upon my throat (gently but firmly). This is a major erotic thrill for me!

Mistress wynter then escalated the torment by dragging her cigarette slowly across my flesh. Talk about emotional conundrums … I hate the cigarette but love the burning. Who said it’s easy understanding oneself?

In preparation for the next event, the Ladies began with an extensive shaving. From my waist to my chest, Mistress wynter led Miss Troy in completely shaving my abdomen for some increased edge play and another first for me ... a needle corset!

Working in concert, the ladies created a pattern of piercings across my belly. Then, Mistress laced them up with cord giving me the "corset" look. It was fabulous! I was given my glasses allowed a moment to admire their work in the mirror before being led back to the table for some bloodier attention.

Mistress decided that it was time to re-engrave Her name above my cock, and She did. She then enlisted Miss Troy to carve a smaller "alpha" just above (to reflect Mistress wynter's nickname for me ever since my "alpha sub" tagline)

Finally all spent, the Ladies led me off to the bathroom. Mistress washed and sterilized my wounds with Her golden essence, even saving a bit for my mouth which She quickly filled. "Flush" She commanded and I did (but not without spilling it out across my face). Miss Troy followed and used this toilet as well, their golden essences mixing into a Feminine cocktail inside me. Part of me. Forever.

In closing, I would like to thank Miss Troy so very much for joining us, and especially I would love to thank Mistress wynter, who is much more generous and giving to me than I deserve!

--sufferboy

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