It was time for her and Jay to give their brand “spanking” new dungeon a proper christening.
Joining the couple for this eagerly awaited event were Chloe and Mark, and Carol and Paul. Jay and the other two slaves, all entirely naked, were kneeling in a row against one of the dungeon walls. They were all sporting impressive erections, their cocks rock hard and throbbing, in anticipation of what was in store for them – whatever that might prove to be.
Their respective mistresses stood together nearby. Carol, her short ash-blonde hair brushed back from a face that was agelessly beautiful, was naked but for a tight corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up enticingly, and knee-length boots with sharp stiletto heels. Both the corset and the boots were of dark red leather. Chloe and Kate were also virtually naked and both looked as seductive as Carol. Chloe was wearing only a black leather bra that left her shapely breasts exposed, merely framing them; and very high heeled shoes. Kate wore a black leather waistcoat, which she had left undone, and knee-length boots, which were also of black leather and were polished like black ice.
Kate was holding two objects, one in each hand. In her left she held a leather flogger that was the same dark shade of red as Carol’s minimal outfit, and in her right, of all things, a cheap plastic battery-operated clock. It was black in colour and carried out its function of ticking the present into the past with noisy insistence. She strode over, her high heeled boots clicking decisively against the dungeon floor, and placed this last eccentric item on top of the whipping bench. Kate performed this act with exaggerated ceremony, as if it were the crown jewels themselves she was handling.
‘What have we here?’ Chloe asked, her emerald green eyes narrowing with amusement.
‘I’ve had an idea for a game we can play to christen this new dungeon,’ Kate said. ‘I’ve called it “Last slave standing”.’
‘Tell us more,’ Carol said, running a hand through her short blonde hair.
‘The idea is that we three dommes all swap subs and then, each in turn, do our damndest to make our assigned slave climax, using a devilish mixture of pain and pleasure,’ Kate replied. ‘The slaves must do their best to resist and the one who manages to retain his erection the longest, as timed on that clock over there, will be the winner. What do you think?’
‘I like it,’ Carol said.
‘Me too,’ Chloe added, a crooked gleam in her eye. ‘I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more diabolical myself if I’d tried. Are there any particular ground rules?’
‘No gags or blindfolds allowed,’ Kate replied. ‘And we all start our turn in the same place – with our slave’s up-stretched arms attached by the wrists to the cuffs at the end of those two ceiling chains.’ She pointed to the centre of the dungeon where two adjacent chains with leather cuff attachments were hanging, approximately two feet apart. ‘Also, the only disciplinary implement we can use is this one.’ She held up the dark red whip. ‘Beyond that, anything goes. We’ll determine who gets which slave and so on with a quick game of dice.’
The first roll of the dice gave Chloe her choice of slave. She chose Jay, leaving Carol with Mark, and Kate with Paul. Another roll of the dice made Kate the clock watcher except when it was her turn to torment Paul, and a final couple of shakes of the dice determined that Carol and Mark would go first, then Kate and Paul, and last but not least, Chloe and Jay.
Only at this point did it occur to Kate – too late to do anything about it – that she might unwittingly have set Jay up to fail in this game, and she regretted that. It was true that she and he had been on the local fetish scene for about four years by then and were thus by no means novices. The other two couples, however, had been on that scene well before they’d arrived and were arguably its most experienced players. Added to that, both couples were in 24/7 fem dom relationships whereas Kate and Jay were “part-timers”.
There were other problems for Jay too: that final roll of the dice had determined he’d be the last of the slaves to be tormented, which psychologically was the worst place to be in this particular game because he would know what time he had to exceed in order to win. Also, Chloe was notoriously relentless when tormenting a sub and Jay was the least experienced of the three slaves. Things didn’t look good for him, Kate thought. He was between a rock and a hard place, you might say. Correction, he was between his cock and a hard place. But, hell, it was only a game, wasn’t it?
Anyway, while it was certainly the case that Jay was deeply masochistic and submissive, that didn’t make him a weakling; far from it. There was a strain of dogged determination in his character that Kate had always found admirable and which had already paid major dividends in his career. She thought it could perhaps work to his advantage on this occasion too. So, on reflection, she told herself, there was still everything to play for, as far as Jay was concerned, in this sadistic game of her own devising.
Kate watched Carol stride with measured steps over to Mark and take him to the centre of the dungeon. She was struck anew by Carol’s great beauty, her lovely face pale and luminous in the half light of the dungeon. She was similarly struck by what a fantastic body she had, with her full, firm breasts tipped with dark nipples that seemed always to be aroused, her shapely thighs and her prominent, hairless mound. Kate had developed a real liking for giving and receiving cunnilingus ever since Chloe and she had started having regular sex together. And she’d become especially partial to Carol’s delicious pussy as soon as she and Paul had begun joining them regularly in Chloe’s dungeon for their outrageously full-on BDSM sex sessions.
Kate greatly respected Carol as a dominatrix too, because of her exceptionally practiced skills. There was also a real aura she carried with her, a sadistic sensuality, which she communicated with her big piercing blue eyes that managed to be both sultry and cruel. She was a force to be reckoned with, there was no doubt about that.
Mark put his arms above his head and Carol attached his wrists to the cuffs on the ends of the two ceiling chains. She stood to his front and masturbated him for a while, her fingers expertly playing the length of his pulsing shaft, before suddenly moving her hands to his chest. She squeezed both of his nipples at the same time, tightening fingers and thumbs over them so hard that it made his handsome face grimace with pain.
Carol then walked round to position herself behind Mark, her unbound breasts jiggling above her tight corset and her shapely thighs rubbing together as she moved. She told him to bend forward as far as the chains would allow. ‘Time for a spanking,’ she said gleefully before raising her hand high and bringing it down with a hard slap on his taut, curved backside. She raised it again and brought it down a second time as swiftly and as hard as the first stroke and then kept on spanking him. Each of Carol’s smacks landed like an explosion and smarted vividly. They steadily accumulated, becoming an angry red heat that suffused Mark’s backside.