Nandita To Nandini
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We were both in the presence of a dom gentleman. You were dressed all sissy and in maid's uniform. Me dressed more 'slutty CD' with very short skirt, stockings, heels.
Naturally, we were both locked in our chastity cages. Our keys were not with us. We were not getting out.
First, our dom told us to 'say hello' to each other. We were a little confused. Oh. He wanted a 'show'. So we gently, cautiously started.... little butterfly kisses. Hands roaming softly. Standing so close, face-to-face, my arms were around you. You could feel my cage against your thigh. My hands on your bottom, gently squeezing your cheeks. My lips softly brushing yours. And then more intense. Kissing. Arms around each other. Like two teenage girly girls practising kissing games. Lips parted, tongues entering each other's mouths now, tongues thrusting, entangling. Hands all over our bodies.
Oh my! My cage filling up. Hurting so much .
After a few minutes of this we were ordered to stop. Breathing so hard, trembling a little, out lipstick-painted lips parted, looking in each other's eyes, both so obviously turned on, both trying to expand in our cruel cages. Both hoping that the lascivious exhibition turned on our master.
Two chairs were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the room. Our dom made us stand behind them, hands on the chair back, spread our legs, and stick out our bottoms.
"You filthy sluts," out master said. "This is a taste of what is to come."
He moved behind me, and lifted up my tight red skirt, exposing my bottom, showing off the tiny g-string panties I was wearing, the thin fabric running up the length of my crack. I glanced across to you, standing beside me in a similar position. And then.... swish... crack! Yow! I was struck across my bottom with a riding crop. And not softly, either! It really stung.
Master then moved to you. I could see you trembling a little as he lifted the hem of your maid's skirt, exposing your bottom. I reached out a hand from the chair and placed it over your hand. Crack! You were struck like I was. You yelped a little. I held your hand firmly.
"Sluts, you will each receive two more strokes. Just so you know what awaits."
Our dom then moved back to me. You looked at me with compassion, but also a lust in your eyes. Crack! Yow!!! Crack - again! I hopped about, foot-to-foot, almost losing balance in my heels. My hand went to my bottom, and rubbed where I had been spanked.
Your next two strikes were next. I smile at you as they striped across your tender cheeks. My arse was on fire. I assumed yours felt likewise.
"Whores. Wait." We were commanded. And stood there as Master rummaged through a bag. He returned soon with two large dildos. They were the suction cup type, about ten inches long, thick, way bigger than any human cock I'd ever seen.
He placed one on each chair, tossed us a tube of lube, and told us to sit down.
It wasn't easy. At least for me it wasn't. This was at about the limit I had ever had anything inserted into my pussy. I used lots of the lube, slowly easing the monster into me. Up and down, in and out, bit-by-bit. Finally I managed to ease it inside me fully, and I gingerly placed my weight on it by sitting. I felt totally stuffed, completely filled, as if it was going up to my throat! Of course, my pathetic little clitty was betraying how much I was turned on; it was dripping constantly in its cage, the cold drips smearing over my hand and the chair seat as I worked.
You did not appear to have quite as much difficulty as I did. You were soon sitting quietly, your own monster cock buried deep within you.
"This is how it's going to go, sluts," Master announced. "I'm going to perform a series of tests on each of you. Whoever I decide the winner will escape the worst of the punishment. But the loser..." and he chuckled. "The loser of the first test will receive five with the crop. You tarts know how that feels already. And that's why I gave you the sample."
"And the loser of the second test will receive ten strokes."
"But the loser of the third test... you will receive five strokes with this...." And he showed us the instrument: a thin bamboo cane. Like a garden stake. I knew that however much the crop caused pain, this thing would be immeasurably worse.
I gulped, and looked across at you. I did not want you to have to suffer. You were a sweet girl, and I really enjoyed being with you, touching you, kissing you. I think I really would enjoy making love to you, girl-to-girl, and the idea that you might be so cruelly punished was a terrible thought.
But then I selfishly thought of myself, and the infliction of that terrible pain from the crop and the cane. I was conflicted and confused. Should I take more on myself, thus sparing you? I don't know. And what were Master's rules anyway? What would be a 'win', what would be 'better'? I might just stuff it up anyway
My thoughts were interrupted however. Our dom brought over a small plate, and an extension electrical cord. He went to you first, and lifted up your cage, with its tiny trapped clitty, and placed the plate underneath it. He then plugged an Hitachi vibrator into the extension cord, and handed it to you. I think we were both surprised.
"Bitches, you really are stupid. I'm starting with the last, and toughest test. That way the loser can contemplate their fate while the other tests take place. Ha ha ha."
"It's simple, whores, you are going to use the vibrator on your cage. I will time you. The winner is the one who spurts their pathetic juices first. That means, obviously, for you dumb cunts, that the loser gets the cane. Hahahaha."
I did not have a good feeling about this. I have taken ages in the past sometimes to spurt while in my cage. I wondered about you.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he commanded, and you turned on the vibe and held it against your cage. After thirty seconds or so you upped the speed. You appeared desperate, frantic, but also massively turned on. Your eyes were unfocussed, your breath was rapid, you moaned and groaned along with the buzzing of the vibrator.
After a time, I'm not sure how long, you gasped and sighed loudly... arghhh... arghhh... arghhh... I could not quite see, but you turned off the vibe and slumped somewhat.
"Fuck, that was useless," Master said, and fiddled about with your cage and the plate, getting more drips from your cage. He handed the plate to me, "Lick this clean, bitch."
As I licked your juices off the plate, and enjoyed doing so, I saw you were struggling with the huge cock you were sitting on deep inside you. Once the horniness goes, things like that are horrible.
I cleaned up the plate and Master put it underneath my cage, and handed me the vibe. he did not seem to be timing us, with a phone or watch or anything; I guess he was just using his judgement.
I started with the vibe. I held it on the top of the cage, and then on the tube itself. I turned up the speed, and turned it down. I don't know how long it was taking. It seemed forever. I just *knew* that I would be longer than you. I just *knew* that it was me who was going to be punished most severely.
I started rising up and down on the dildo inside me, fucking myself, hoping this would speed up my eventual spurting. It was incredibly horny, to be honest. Fucking myself on the giant cock, holding the vibrator right on my tube.. Finally, I could take no more as I exploded. Well, not really exploded. More like, oozed... two or three hopeless little spurts, and some fluid oozed out my my trapped clit, and onto the plate. I slumped back, still impaled, exhausted.
Master squeezed around my cage a little, tapped it on the plate, and handed it to you. You knew what you had to do, but it was clearly not so much fun *after* you had cum. But, being a good little sissy, you performed your duty, and licked my juices off the plate. I hoped I tasted as nice to you, as yours did to me.
"So, who won," Master stated. "Hmmm... I'll tell you later. Ha ha ha."
"Right, so these next two tests are to see how much of a slut you really are. To see how enthusiastic and keen you can be after having your sissy juices taken out of you. I'll grade you from zero to ten on the job you do. And we know what happens to the loser, don't we?"
Master produced two blindfolds, and placed them over our eyes. We must have looked so pathetic, just awaiting our fate.
"First, blow job skills. You have two minutes."
He must have gone first to you, because I heard the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked. I heard slurping and spluttering, gasping, moaning, choking. it sounded like you were giving the world's best blow job, and I was worried. I've never been able to deep throat, and I feared this would go against me when it was my turn.
After what I supposed was two minutes, the sounds subsided, although your gasping and heavy breathing continued for a time.
"Pretty average, slut. I've had better Fleshlights. That's a...... four." I heard you utter a little 'Ohhh', and my own hopes raised.
And then the cock was at my mouth. And, despite being completely un-horny, and being filled uncomfortably with a huge dildo, I immediately gobbled at the proffered item. I was cold-ish, and slick and wet... oh... that was *your* saliva all over it. I admit, this almost started to turn me on a little bit.
But it was serious work I was after now. I licked, and I nibbled, I cupped Master's balls, I grasped his big cock. I licked around the knob, and I took it in my mouth. I worked for a time just on that, and then went deeper. In and out, holding the cock hard in my hand, and then relaxing pressure. I took it as deep as I could, choking, spluttering, coming off for air, but instantly diving back down for more. I tried all I could to extract his juices.
And then I was pushed away. Time had expired. Like you, I fell back, gasping, recovering.
"You are the two worst cock suckers for sluts I've ever had. You, you old whore, just scape a five." I had won! Well, this test at least. I would not be receiving ten strokes from the crop. But you would.
Without any delay, Master said, "Last test. Rimming. And yes, I *am* clean, lucky for you whores. One minute."
And at that, I felt Master's bottom pressed against my face. Oh, he was starting with me this time.
Well, this was pretty disgusting and degrading, but I took him at his word that he was clean. I grabbed his thighs to orient myself and started. I licked from the top of his crack to his balls. He must have been bent over in front of me. I spread his cheeks with my hands, and started at his tight hole in earnest, licking all around, licking across it. With one finger I gently probed at him, and followed the finger with my tongue. My tongue isn't very long, and I could not really enter him very far. But I did my best. I know such treatment of myself is *extremely* intense, almost beyond pleasure to not-pain, but shivering discomfort/pleasure. I dunno. I hoped to give him some of that feeling.
He pulled away. Time had expired. "Have you *ever* satisfied anyone, ever, you useless old cunt? That was woeful. Is that even a real tongue? Maybe we should do some stretching exercises?" I felt utterly humiliated. To be so berated. At least I was blindfolded still. "Three points and you're lucky."
I heard you go about your task. There were a could of small moans, no sure if from you or Master.
"Fuck. Hopeless. Two points." Oh my! That meant I would not be getting the five crop strokes from this event. But you would.
"So, I guess you're wondering who won the cum contest? Ha ha ha. As if it could be called that. More like 'the hopeless dribble by useless sissy sluts contest'."
I felt him reach behind me and remove my blindfold. He did likewise to you.
We blinked, looked at each other, sort-of smiled, and looked up at him.
"It wasn't even very close. The young sissy by a mile. Well, by a minute. Hahaha."
"I know you are both loving it, but get yourselves up off those giant cocks." Oh my, it was such a relief to get that monster out of me. To have that inside, when no longer horny, and then being made to suck cock and perform rimming with it inside, was so disgusting and so low.
"So, it's fifteen for her with the crop, and five for you with the cane," Master said, smirking. "Honestly, you were both such *losers* maybe you should both get the same punishment anyway." No, no, you were shaking your head.
Master arranged us, you bent over a chair, hands on the chair back, me facing you behind the chair.
"So, girls, because you are both so hopeless, we will split the punishment. You, sissy maid, you will only get nine with the crop, not fifteen. But you will get two with the cane. Hahaha. And, you, you old slut, you will get six with the crop nad three with the cane." I was not sure if this was better. I suppose it was. Either way, I'm sure there would be some substantial red stripes across my bottom, and sitting down for some days may be difficult.
"Girls, you will kiss as I dispense this judgement. If you break the kiss at any time, to moan, scream, squeal or whatever, I will start again. Understood?" We both nodded. But what if you broke the kiss? And it wasn't my fault, I thought.
Our dom bent you over further, spreading your legs wider. You balanced precariously on your heels. Facing you, I took your hands in mine, and I leaned in closer to kiss you.
You surprised me somewhat with a quite passionate kiss, your lips locking onto me eagerly. Hmmm... perhaps, being so much younger than I was, your horniness was returning quicker?
I then head the swish of the crop and it landed across your sensitive buttocks. Crack! One. You kept the kiss. This was good. I tried to relax for you, but gripped your hands so tightly. Two! You moaned into my mouth. Yow! But kept the lip-lock.
Crack!!! Three... Owwwww... You involuntarily screamed. Our mouths parted. Oh no. I kept a firm hold of you hands, but your body danced about.
"Oh dear," Master said gravely. "Have to start again."
Crack. One. Crack. Two. Crack. Three. At least this time you made it this far. In fact, you seems so keen and eager it was amazing. Your kiss had such... demand... you tongue was probing my mouth as another crack and another, and another. By now I thought z I should give you more, and I started pressing my tongue into you. Wow! Your hands grasped me harder, you pressed back! You pressed back against the next stroke. You moaned around my tongue, our tongues tangled and battled. Crack! Crack!
The nine were completed. We pulled apart, looked into each other's eyes. We smiled a little shyly. Before we could enjoy the moment too much however, Master repositioned us; it was my turn.
You held my hands this time, you leaned forward to kiss me. And Master fired the first across my bottom. Yowwww! I almost screamed, broke the kiss. Damn. I know what that meant.
Crop. Crop. Ahhhh... I wiggled on my heels, I twisted my bottom around. Youch. That was severe. But I didn't break the kiss. To be honest, it was a thing of joy to be so linked, so joined in adversity. To have another person sharing *exactly* the same experience. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Yes, the pain was significant, but having you there, sharing this, lips joined to mine, made it tolerable. Well, slightly less intolerable.
Crack. The last of my six. We broke apart. And again looked deep in each other's eyes.
We switched positions again. Neither of us knew what to expect from the cane. The crop was intense, painful, but this was unknown territory.
Again, I held you tight by the Hands. I leaned close, and did a gentle, playful nibbling kiss, smiling as I did so. You smiled back, and we joined lips. And tongues.
I heard Master's practice swing. The whipping swoosh of the cane sounded terrifying. Then.... crack... across your cheeks. You jolted into the air, broke the kiss, and screamed. You danced, bouncing up and down. "No, no, no, I can't take this. Noooo." You wailed. Oh my. It must have been agonising!
I held your hands, Master just waited. "Get back in position," he demanded. This was it. This was the moment. For you, at least. This was the ultimate submission. After all we had done, and had done to us, if you acquiesced and went back into position, you admitted it, you were utterly submissive. You could use the safeword and stop this at any time. But if you didn't this was a huge admission - more to yourself than to the new recent Master - that you really were a total sub slut.
You spread your legs wide, you leaned forward, I could see tears in your eyes. I took your hands, I moved forward and kissed you gently and tenderly.
Whoosh! Crack! Yow! Number one, repeated. But you kept the kiss, our lips never parted.
Crack! Number two. You exhaled into my mouth, you moaned into my mouth, I think you screamed into my mouth, but you kept the kiss again. Well done!
Released, you rubbed your bottom furiously. I gulped. It was my turn.
I spread. I bent. You took my hands. You leaned to kiss me.
I head the practice swing. And then.... white hot fire!!! Across my two cheeks. In the middle. I could not think straight. I screamed into your mouth. But you held me. I lost balance, my heels almost toppling me. But I moved back into position.
Crack! The second was... I don't know. It was lower on my cheeks. I was white-hot fire again. I don't think I screamed. But I sucked on your tongue like it was a life raft.
Whoosh! Crack! The final strike. More of the same. I'm sure I was blubbering, my mascara running. But I kept your kiss. And we eased apart.
Wow! Had we done that? Had we come through that trial? Together? I think we deserved some rest. Maybe lie on the bed in each other's arms for a while. Maybe apply some soothing lotion to our cruelly striped bottom cheeks. But no.
Master still had more in mind.
You were placed on the bed on your back, your bottom right at the edge, and told to hold onto your legs, high in the air. it was a good position for being fucked, and I assumed Master would do so. But not yet.
I was then placed on top of you, facing you, face-to-face. Our cages clashed. We giggled, and smiled at each other. To Master, who was off the end of the bed, we would have presented as two holes to fuck, each facing a different direction. I felt a finger at my hole, coldness. Ahhh... he was lubing me. I assumed he did likewise to you. I head a condom wrapper - he was a nice and decent Master - and then you moaned. he took his time, slowly entering you. We have both been plenty loosened up by our extended period on the large dildo, but he still was careful and gentle.
I leaned down a little and kissed you. It must have coincided with him entering you fully. You kissed me with ferocity! Sucked my tongue almost out by the root. You moaned and gasped in time with Master's thrusting inside you. Our cages kept clashing, banging, only emphasising how pathetic our clitties were. Fuck! You should not be enjoying this. Only a short time ago you had been forced to cum, and then savagely whipped and caned. But you were clearly in bliss here.
The thrusting stopped. You let out a slightly disappointed little moan. I immediately felt pressure at my hole. Oh. But Master was careful and slow. His cock was lubed and slick. I realised it had just been inside you, and this thrilled me a little. He started a slow rhythm, in and out, not fully, and not fast. Just enough for me to come to terms with it. And then I pushed back a little, trying to get him deeper. It wasn't pleasure exactly, that I was feeling. I don't know what it was. It *was* intense. Like when I am rimmed. Almost beyond pleasure in a slightly-painful way.
But Master continued. I leaned down and kissed you deeply. Oh yes. And *now* I was starting to get horny again. I could barely believe, I felt a swelling in my cage. Oh yes. "Fuck me," I moaned aloud. And as I kissed you, as our tongues tangled, our juices mingling, Master increased his tempo, plunging deep, and then shallow. Finally, he grabbed me tightly, let out a loud groan, and grunted several times as he came. I could almost feel him filling the condom!
He pulled back, and you and I separated, lying side-by-side on the bed. Master removed the condom, and came over to us. He tipped the condom upside down, and emptied the contents, first across your lips, and then across mine. "Fucking whores," he said, and headed for the bathroom. I turned to look at you. I was so sore. Everywhere. My bottom, from the whipping, my pussy, from the fucking. my mouth, from all the kissing, sucking. But I looked at you, and saw Master's juices across your lovely lips, and I leaned across and kissed you, making sure I licked as much of his seed as I could. You did likewise to me, and we lay there making out, savouring his taste.
Naturally, we were both locked in our chastity cages. Our keys were not with us. We were not getting out.
First, our dom told us to 'say hello' to each other. We were a little confused. Oh. He wanted a 'show'. So we gently, cautiously started.... little butterfly kisses. Hands roaming softly. Standing so close, face-to-face, my arms were around you. You could feel my cage against your thigh. My hands on your bottom, gently squeezing your cheeks. My lips softly brushing yours. And then more intense. Kissing. Arms around each other. Like two teenage girly girls practising kissing games. Lips parted, tongues entering each other's mouths now, tongues thrusting, entangling. Hands all over our bodies.
Oh my! My cage filling up. Hurting so much .
After a few minutes of this we were ordered to stop. Breathing so hard, trembling a little, out lipstick-painted lips parted, looking in each other's eyes, both so obviously turned on, both trying to expand in our cruel cages. Both hoping that the lascivious exhibition turned on our master.
Two chairs were sitting side-by-side in the middle of the room. Our dom made us stand behind them, hands on the chair back, spread our legs, and stick out our bottoms.
"You filthy sluts," out master said. "This is a taste of what is to come."
He moved behind me, and lifted up my tight red skirt, exposing my bottom, showing off the tiny g-string panties I was wearing, the thin fabric running up the length of my crack. I glanced across to you, standing beside me in a similar position. And then.... swish... crack! Yow! I was struck across my bottom with a riding crop. And not softly, either! It really stung.
Master then moved to you. I could see you trembling a little as he lifted the hem of your maid's skirt, exposing your bottom. I reached out a hand from the chair and placed it over your hand. Crack! You were struck like I was. You yelped a little. I held your hand firmly.
"Sluts, you will each receive two more strokes. Just so you know what awaits."
Our dom then moved back to me. You looked at me with compassion, but also a lust in your eyes. Crack! Yow!!! Crack - again! I hopped about, foot-to-foot, almost losing balance in my heels. My hand went to my bottom, and rubbed where I had been spanked.
Your next two strikes were next. I smile at you as they striped across your tender cheeks. My arse was on fire. I assumed yours felt likewise.
"Whores. Wait." We were commanded. And stood there as Master rummaged through a bag. He returned soon with two large dildos. They were the suction cup type, about ten inches long, thick, way bigger than any human cock I'd ever seen.
He placed one on each chair, tossed us a tube of lube, and told us to sit down.
It wasn't easy. At least for me it wasn't. This was at about the limit I had ever had anything inserted into my pussy. I used lots of the lube, slowly easing the monster into me. Up and down, in and out, bit-by-bit. Finally I managed to ease it inside me fully, and I gingerly placed my weight on it by sitting. I felt totally stuffed, completely filled, as if it was going up to my throat! Of course, my pathetic little clitty was betraying how much I was turned on; it was dripping constantly in its cage, the cold drips smearing over my hand and the chair seat as I worked.
You did not appear to have quite as much difficulty as I did. You were soon sitting quietly, your own monster cock buried deep within you.
"This is how it's going to go, sluts," Master announced. "I'm going to perform a series of tests on each of you. Whoever I decide the winner will escape the worst of the punishment. But the loser..." and he chuckled. "The loser of the first test will receive five with the crop. You tarts know how that feels already. And that's why I gave you the sample."
"And the loser of the second test will receive ten strokes."
"But the loser of the third test... you will receive five strokes with this...." And he showed us the instrument: a thin bamboo cane. Like a garden stake. I knew that however much the crop caused pain, this thing would be immeasurably worse.
I gulped, and looked across at you. I did not want you to have to suffer. You were a sweet girl, and I really enjoyed being with you, touching you, kissing you. I think I really would enjoy making love to you, girl-to-girl, and the idea that you might be so cruelly punished was a terrible thought.
But then I selfishly thought of myself, and the infliction of that terrible pain from the crop and the cane. I was conflicted and confused. Should I take more on myself, thus sparing you? I don't know. And what were Master's rules anyway? What would be a 'win', what would be 'better'? I might just stuff it up anyway
My thoughts were interrupted however. Our dom brought over a small plate, and an extension electrical cord. He went to you first, and lifted up your cage, with its tiny trapped clitty, and placed the plate underneath it. He then plugged an Hitachi vibrator into the extension cord, and handed it to you. I think we were both surprised.
"Bitches, you really are stupid. I'm starting with the last, and toughest test. That way the loser can contemplate their fate while the other tests take place. Ha ha ha."
"It's simple, whores, you are going to use the vibrator on your cage. I will time you. The winner is the one who spurts their pathetic juices first. That means, obviously, for you dumb cunts, that the loser gets the cane. Hahahaha."
I did not have a good feeling about this. I have taken ages in the past sometimes to spurt while in my cage. I wondered about you.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he commanded, and you turned on the vibe and held it against your cage. After thirty seconds or so you upped the speed. You appeared desperate, frantic, but also massively turned on. Your eyes were unfocussed, your breath was rapid, you moaned and groaned along with the buzzing of the vibrator.
After a time, I'm not sure how long, you gasped and sighed loudly... arghhh... arghhh... arghhh... I could not quite see, but you turned off the vibe and slumped somewhat.
"Fuck, that was useless," Master said, and fiddled about with your cage and the plate, getting more drips from your cage. He handed the plate to me, "Lick this clean, bitch."
As I licked your juices off the plate, and enjoyed doing so, I saw you were struggling with the huge cock you were sitting on deep inside you. Once the horniness goes, things like that are horrible.
I cleaned up the plate and Master put it underneath my cage, and handed me the vibe. he did not seem to be timing us, with a phone or watch or anything; I guess he was just using his judgement.
I started with the vibe. I held it on the top of the cage, and then on the tube itself. I turned up the speed, and turned it down. I don't know how long it was taking. It seemed forever. I just *knew* that I would be longer than you. I just *knew* that it was me who was going to be punished most severely.
I started rising up and down on the dildo inside me, fucking myself, hoping this would speed up my eventual spurting. It was incredibly horny, to be honest. Fucking myself on the giant cock, holding the vibrator right on my tube.. Finally, I could take no more as I exploded. Well, not really exploded. More like, oozed... two or three hopeless little spurts, and some fluid oozed out my my trapped clit, and onto the plate. I slumped back, still impaled, exhausted.
Master squeezed around my cage a little, tapped it on the plate, and handed it to you. You knew what you had to do, but it was clearly not so much fun *after* you had cum. But, being a good little sissy, you performed your duty, and licked my juices off the plate. I hoped I tasted as nice to you, as yours did to me.
"So, who won," Master stated. "Hmmm... I'll tell you later. Ha ha ha."
"Right, so these next two tests are to see how much of a slut you really are. To see how enthusiastic and keen you can be after having your sissy juices taken out of you. I'll grade you from zero to ten on the job you do. And we know what happens to the loser, don't we?"
Master produced two blindfolds, and placed them over our eyes. We must have looked so pathetic, just awaiting our fate.
"First, blow job skills. You have two minutes."
He must have gone first to you, because I heard the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked. I heard slurping and spluttering, gasping, moaning, choking. it sounded like you were giving the world's best blow job, and I was worried. I've never been able to deep throat, and I feared this would go against me when it was my turn.
After what I supposed was two minutes, the sounds subsided, although your gasping and heavy breathing continued for a time.
"Pretty average, slut. I've had better Fleshlights. That's a...... four." I heard you utter a little 'Ohhh', and my own hopes raised.
And then the cock was at my mouth. And, despite being completely un-horny, and being filled uncomfortably with a huge dildo, I immediately gobbled at the proffered item. I was cold-ish, and slick and wet... oh... that was *your* saliva all over it. I admit, this almost started to turn me on a little bit.
But it was serious work I was after now. I licked, and I nibbled, I cupped Master's balls, I grasped his big cock. I licked around the knob, and I took it in my mouth. I worked for a time just on that, and then went deeper. In and out, holding the cock hard in my hand, and then relaxing pressure. I took it as deep as I could, choking, spluttering, coming off for air, but instantly diving back down for more. I tried all I could to extract his juices.
And then I was pushed away. Time had expired. Like you, I fell back, gasping, recovering.
"You are the two worst cock suckers for sluts I've ever had. You, you old whore, just scape a five." I had won! Well, this test at least. I would not be receiving ten strokes from the crop. But you would.
Without any delay, Master said, "Last test. Rimming. And yes, I *am* clean, lucky for you whores. One minute."
And at that, I felt Master's bottom pressed against my face. Oh, he was starting with me this time.
Well, this was pretty disgusting and degrading, but I took him at his word that he was clean. I grabbed his thighs to orient myself and started. I licked from the top of his crack to his balls. He must have been bent over in front of me. I spread his cheeks with my hands, and started at his tight hole in earnest, licking all around, licking across it. With one finger I gently probed at him, and followed the finger with my tongue. My tongue isn't very long, and I could not really enter him very far. But I did my best. I know such treatment of myself is *extremely* intense, almost beyond pleasure to not-pain, but shivering discomfort/pleasure. I dunno. I hoped to give him some of that feeling.
He pulled away. Time had expired. "Have you *ever* satisfied anyone, ever, you useless old cunt? That was woeful. Is that even a real tongue? Maybe we should do some stretching exercises?" I felt utterly humiliated. To be so berated. At least I was blindfolded still. "Three points and you're lucky."
I heard you go about your task. There were a could of small moans, no sure if from you or Master.
"Fuck. Hopeless. Two points." Oh my! That meant I would not be getting the five crop strokes from this event. But you would.
"So, I guess you're wondering who won the cum contest? Ha ha ha. As if it could be called that. More like 'the hopeless dribble by useless sissy sluts contest'."
I felt him reach behind me and remove my blindfold. He did likewise to you.
We blinked, looked at each other, sort-of smiled, and looked up at him.
"It wasn't even very close. The young sissy by a mile. Well, by a minute. Hahaha."
"I know you are both loving it, but get yourselves up off those giant cocks." Oh my, it was such a relief to get that monster out of me. To have that inside, when no longer horny, and then being made to suck cock and perform rimming with it inside, was so disgusting and so low.
"So, it's fifteen for her with the crop, and five for you with the cane," Master said, smirking. "Honestly, you were both such *losers* maybe you should both get the same punishment anyway." No, no, you were shaking your head.
Master arranged us, you bent over a chair, hands on the chair back, me facing you behind the chair.
"So, girls, because you are both so hopeless, we will split the punishment. You, sissy maid, you will only get nine with the crop, not fifteen. But you will get two with the cane. Hahaha. And, you, you old slut, you will get six with the crop nad three with the cane." I was not sure if this was better. I suppose it was. Either way, I'm sure there would be some substantial red stripes across my bottom, and sitting down for some days may be difficult.
"Girls, you will kiss as I dispense this judgement. If you break the kiss at any time, to moan, scream, squeal or whatever, I will start again. Understood?" We both nodded. But what if you broke the kiss? And it wasn't my fault, I thought.
Our dom bent you over further, spreading your legs wider. You balanced precariously on your heels. Facing you, I took your hands in mine, and I leaned in closer to kiss you.
You surprised me somewhat with a quite passionate kiss, your lips locking onto me eagerly. Hmmm... perhaps, being so much younger than I was, your horniness was returning quicker?
I then head the swish of the crop and it landed across your sensitive buttocks. Crack! One. You kept the kiss. This was good. I tried to relax for you, but gripped your hands so tightly. Two! You moaned into my mouth. Yow! But kept the lip-lock.
Crack!!! Three... Owwwww... You involuntarily screamed. Our mouths parted. Oh no. I kept a firm hold of you hands, but your body danced about.
"Oh dear," Master said gravely. "Have to start again."
Crack. One. Crack. Two. Crack. Three. At least this time you made it this far. In fact, you seems so keen and eager it was amazing. Your kiss had such... demand... you tongue was probing my mouth as another crack and another, and another. By now I thought z I should give you more, and I started pressing my tongue into you. Wow! Your hands grasped me harder, you pressed back! You pressed back against the next stroke. You moaned around my tongue, our tongues tangled and battled. Crack! Crack!
The nine were completed. We pulled apart, looked into each other's eyes. We smiled a little shyly. Before we could enjoy the moment too much however, Master repositioned us; it was my turn.
You held my hands this time, you leaned forward to kiss me. And Master fired the first across my bottom. Yowwww! I almost screamed, broke the kiss. Damn. I know what that meant.
Crop. Crop. Ahhhh... I wiggled on my heels, I twisted my bottom around. Youch. That was severe. But I didn't break the kiss. To be honest, it was a thing of joy to be so linked, so joined in adversity. To have another person sharing *exactly* the same experience. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Yes, the pain was significant, but having you there, sharing this, lips joined to mine, made it tolerable. Well, slightly less intolerable.
Crack. The last of my six. We broke apart. And again looked deep in each other's eyes.
We switched positions again. Neither of us knew what to expect from the cane. The crop was intense, painful, but this was unknown territory.
Again, I held you tight by the Hands. I leaned close, and did a gentle, playful nibbling kiss, smiling as I did so. You smiled back, and we joined lips. And tongues.
I heard Master's practice swing. The whipping swoosh of the cane sounded terrifying. Then.... crack... across your cheeks. You jolted into the air, broke the kiss, and screamed. You danced, bouncing up and down. "No, no, no, I can't take this. Noooo." You wailed. Oh my. It must have been agonising!
I held your hands, Master just waited. "Get back in position," he demanded. This was it. This was the moment. For you, at least. This was the ultimate submission. After all we had done, and had done to us, if you acquiesced and went back into position, you admitted it, you were utterly submissive. You could use the safeword and stop this at any time. But if you didn't this was a huge admission - more to yourself than to the new recent Master - that you really were a total sub slut.
You spread your legs wide, you leaned forward, I could see tears in your eyes. I took your hands, I moved forward and kissed you gently and tenderly.
Whoosh! Crack! Yow! Number one, repeated. But you kept the kiss, our lips never parted.
Crack! Number two. You exhaled into my mouth, you moaned into my mouth, I think you screamed into my mouth, but you kept the kiss again. Well done!
Released, you rubbed your bottom furiously. I gulped. It was my turn.
I spread. I bent. You took my hands. You leaned to kiss me.
I head the practice swing. And then.... white hot fire!!! Across my two cheeks. In the middle. I could not think straight. I screamed into your mouth. But you held me. I lost balance, my heels almost toppling me. But I moved back into position.
Crack! The second was... I don't know. It was lower on my cheeks. I was white-hot fire again. I don't think I screamed. But I sucked on your tongue like it was a life raft.
Whoosh! Crack! The final strike. More of the same. I'm sure I was blubbering, my mascara running. But I kept your kiss. And we eased apart.
Wow! Had we done that? Had we come through that trial? Together? I think we deserved some rest. Maybe lie on the bed in each other's arms for a while. Maybe apply some soothing lotion to our cruelly striped bottom cheeks. But no.
Master still had more in mind.
You were placed on the bed on your back, your bottom right at the edge, and told to hold onto your legs, high in the air. it was a good position for being fucked, and I assumed Master would do so. But not yet.
I was then placed on top of you, facing you, face-to-face. Our cages clashed. We giggled, and smiled at each other. To Master, who was off the end of the bed, we would have presented as two holes to fuck, each facing a different direction. I felt a finger at my hole, coldness. Ahhh... he was lubing me. I assumed he did likewise to you. I head a condom wrapper - he was a nice and decent Master - and then you moaned. he took his time, slowly entering you. We have both been plenty loosened up by our extended period on the large dildo, but he still was careful and gentle.
I leaned down a little and kissed you. It must have coincided with him entering you fully. You kissed me with ferocity! Sucked my tongue almost out by the root. You moaned and gasped in time with Master's thrusting inside you. Our cages kept clashing, banging, only emphasising how pathetic our clitties were. Fuck! You should not be enjoying this. Only a short time ago you had been forced to cum, and then savagely whipped and caned. But you were clearly in bliss here.
The thrusting stopped. You let out a slightly disappointed little moan. I immediately felt pressure at my hole. Oh. But Master was careful and slow. His cock was lubed and slick. I realised it had just been inside you, and this thrilled me a little. He started a slow rhythm, in and out, not fully, and not fast. Just enough for me to come to terms with it. And then I pushed back a little, trying to get him deeper. It wasn't pleasure exactly, that I was feeling. I don't know what it was. It *was* intense. Like when I am rimmed. Almost beyond pleasure in a slightly-painful way.
But Master continued. I leaned down and kissed you deeply. Oh yes. And *now* I was starting to get horny again. I could barely believe, I felt a swelling in my cage. Oh yes. "Fuck me," I moaned aloud. And as I kissed you, as our tongues tangled, our juices mingling, Master increased his tempo, plunging deep, and then shallow. Finally, he grabbed me tightly, let out a loud groan, and grunted several times as he came. I could almost feel him filling the condom!
He pulled back, and you and I separated, lying side-by-side on the bed. Master removed the condom, and came over to us. He tipped the condom upside down, and emptied the contents, first across your lips, and then across mine. "Fucking whores," he said, and headed for the bathroom. I turned to look at you. I was so sore. Everywhere. My bottom, from the whipping, my pussy, from the fucking. my mouth, from all the kissing, sucking. But I looked at you, and saw Master's juices across your lovely lips, and I leaned across and kissed you, making sure I licked as much of his seed as I could. You did likewise to me, and we lay there making out, savouring his taste.
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