Oooof...

Mother Nature seems to have taken a grip this Christmas and New Year and sent revenge via a nasty bug which has affected almost every one I love in life and I'm not talking about a token cold here! Let's say my phone has been switched off all week, a water diet has been in order and sleeping 18 hours a day. Apologies if anyone has called/texted/emailed and I haven't replied, I seriously HAVE been incapable.
Even today I had to drag myself to soak and get ready and contemplate the taste of alcohol in a very effervescent stomach... It seriously wasn't appealing but then my partner in the space of a couple of hours is struck down with the same nasty double shocker! So no night out after all. Saying that, an evening in with the Bee Gee's (and for the first time this week - chocolate), in bed was MOST enjoyable...

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-96457/Thousands-suffer-UK-swept-stomach-bug.html

So I am here, wide awake at 12.43, Sunday January 1st 2012 after wayyyyy to much sleep this last week- wishing you all a very happy new year. I 'hope' to be well enough for sessions monday only this week - but please check! :)

Also, I hope those that I had to cancel to last minute - please do accept my genuine apologies.

Happy New Year - CHEERS!

Merry Christmas And A Happy New Year....

I would like to wish you all the best for the festive season.... thank you to all those wonderful people I have met over the last few months who visit me time and time again, I love you all. You know who you are......

I shall be in Essex after Boxing Day for the week, some sessions will be available on most days although I shall be on 'holiday' the week following New Year.

Happy Christmas to you all x x

Lady Nevara And New Photos...

Even though it's a very busy time we managed to squeeze in time for a couple of new photos which we hope you like!

You will see also the very beautiful Lady Nevara - my stunning new assistant. Her name is originated from the word 'snow', do NOT be fooled into thinking that has anything to do with her purity :)

Lady Nevara is now available, with adequate notice for double sessions only. She will not switch under ANY circumstances nor will she session alone - so do NOT be so stupid as to ask!

I D I O T S.......

I have a particular idiot who likes to call me on a regular basis.

'He' claims to be a woman interested in a session which then goes into detail of well worn leather gussets, I will spare you the rest! But.... if anyone is especially bored and in need of making a pest of themselves or fancies putting this phone number in every male toilet through the uk and to revenge wasting MY precious time....

0121 706 2251 or 079476 71901 - ask for Mandy, or if anyone else answers on the landline, inform them their Dad/Husband/lodger is leading a double life on their phone bill!

Session Times.....

My session days are 'normally' - Tuesday lunch through to Thursday lunch.


I will be sessioning all day THURSDAY 1st and 8th December and FRIDAY 9th December, you lucky people..... and I still have a couple of slots available.

New Photos' Coming Soon...

I took a couple of photos whilst waiting to session last week - they will be coming soon to my gallery section so don't forget to check back soon! 

UPDATE: New photos uploaded including some of my new partner in crime, Lady Nevara. I look forward to your comments......

48 Hours...... Chapter IV - By Miss Sophie

48 Hours With Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia – Chapter IV

By Miss Sophie

I watched him as he walked back to the villa through the gardens. I couldn’t decide if I was furious or delighted with the slave for having such magical fingers…. He knew what buttons to push, how hard and at what speed. Normally other slaves had not been allowed such pleasures but hc was different, he tried so bloody hard to please that to allow him the occasional treat of being my sexual toy instead of Saskia or one of my many dildos didn’t seem unreasonable.

He would be paying on both counts though just for being so damn good! I picked up the handbell, our signal to summon the slave in service and within a few seconds hc came hurrying out. "Yes Miss?" he questioned adoringly as his knees beside me. "Wipe that ridiculous look of your face for fucks sake slave, it's like having a love sick springer spaniel not a grown man serving me! Get a grip!" I hissed. His chin sank to the ground, his eyes bowed low...."And don't bloody sulk or I will ass fuck you into next week! Now go and tell Miss Saskia to dress for the beach, you slave fetch another glass of chilled wine while I rest here, then prepare a picnic, wine…water etc I want fresh salmon, olives, king prawns, tomato and onion salad, mozzarella and those Spanish potato things I like, tortilla.... Sort it slave and fast!" He hurried off, returning immediately with my wine and set off to Miss Saskia and the kitchen.

We made the short walk to the beach, Miss Saskia in her new ridiculously high Jimmy choo's, watching her arse wiggling in the gold lame bikini I smiled to myself at how fit she looked . I knew my slave hc was so tempted by Saskia, she was a minx but she offered a different dynamic to our powerful relationship. She was sex on very, VERY long skinny legs.... They went on forever! I glanced back to hc, and laughed loudly and wickedly. He had two rattan beach bags, one pink for Saskia and my black holdall, draped over each shoulder.... Four beach towels under one arm, umbrella in hand, the other arm and hand struggling to carry the two chiller boxes of food. "Look Saskia, poor slave can barely keep up..." I stood waiting for him to catch up, picked up a flexible piece of branch. "Saskia, walk behind the slow pathetic creature and every time he breaks his stride with me, hit the lazy little shit" Saskia let out a snide giggle and dug her elbow painfully into hc's stomach as she walked by. "I saw that Saskia!" snatching the implement from her hands I skillfully lashed the branch against her ass cheek causing an instant whelt, swollen and threatening to fill with blood. "What the fuck?!?" She screeched "Don't fuck with me Sask.... Or hc. Punish him only when he  REALLY deserves it or I say so!"

Hc managed to keep in step luckily for him right until we reached the beach front when he clumsily dropped the towels as Saskia peeled off her bikini top. "Bad slave….” She growled whipping hc across his back as he carefully gathered the towels noticing several heads turn in our direction, the slave bit his lip and stood fully up to Saskia, his tall masculine frame staring down into Saskia’s blue steely eyes. “Thank you Mistress…..” he whispered, the sexual tension between the two was delightful, he stole a quick adorning glance to me, and back down to the floor. “My good slave, my loyal hc….. Come with me….” I whispered in his ear as I walked towards the beach caressing his bum cheeks gently as I sauntered by.

Slave hc set up the beds as Saskia and I took shelter from the sun under the umbrella hc placed for us.  We had walked along the coast for a while and found a secluded spot near a cove, being off the tourist trap very few people came to this area. Saskia and I applied the oil to our hands which hc had gently warmed in the sun earlier, rubbing into each other’s shoulders, down the arms, arms lifted and down into that delicious spot above the chest and down the outer ribs, our nipples hardening as we gently and silently oiled each other’s skin, getting closer and closer to our ever hardening nipples. Saskia gave in first and she fell to her knees holding her face into my breasts sucking each nipple moaning, her greased hands touching me all over…”ohhhh” she sighed as her hands ran down my hips and began to roll down my bikini bottoms “Ooooh Sophie….” She moaned over and over “Ooooh let me taste you” she begged. I opened my legs, kicked off the bottoms as her tongue lashed and sucked my clit, her fingers reaching into my pussy. I pulled Sophie onto the floor, kissed her… my tongue tasting my own sweet pussy juice, and pushed her head back down to what she knew best. I stroked her hair with my fingers and my hand followed down to her fingers probing inside me and fuck she had four deep in me, already trying to push further but I was so wet, I could hear my own juices but, wow…  this was so fucking horny, the weather and life was so horny HOW could I stop the girl!? After momentarily forgetting where I was, I glanced towards hc who was staring open mouthed at the show before him, he tried to glance away as I caught his eye… “Here slave. Kneel  behind Miss Saskia and give her your magic fingers, this is why she is being such a bitch my darling hc – because I have not allowed her your delights…. Say sorry Saskia!” Saskia looked up from my pussy to my eyes and behind to the bewildered slave. “Sorry hc” she whispered “Now get those fingers working you two!” and I relaxed back into the warm sand as Saskia worked her beautiful fingers into my pussy. Within a few minutes her attention had slackened,  I felt her hand slowly pull out and her moans and sighs become louder I looked to see Saskia face down in the sand, her ass high in the air, hc’s hand leaning over her back massaging her beautiful breasts, the other hand working her pussy, clit and g spot – and boy that man knew what he was doing! Her cries got louder as she fucked and buckled against his fingers, his other hand rubbing her back, absorbing the oil from her skin moving his hand gently to her ass. Hc glanced up towards me pausing his hand …. I nodded and smiled at him giving him the permission to enter Saskias tight unused hole. His finger moved slowly, circling her at first teasing her…. She moaned, begging… pushing back onto him, her hands gripping into the sand making tight fists of grains, circling her hips crying out as he sunk a finger gently into her. As she tried to push herself up to fight the intrusion I twisted my body up onto her arms pinning them into the sand, my cunt up to her face grabbing her by the hair and pushing her mouth into my wet pussy….hc slipped in another finger knowing Saskia was now secure, grabbing the oil I poured half the contents onto hc’s arms and hands “Fist the bitch and ass fuck her with your other hand slave…..” hc’s eyes popped out  at my statement, which made me smile  – Saskia  just screamed and I pushed her face further into my pussy and her tongue diving into my wet heaven, she was loving the attention! I watched as hc pushed his four fingers into her, releasing her hands from the sand I laid back and Saskia pushed my legs wide open and started to sink her fingers deep into me….. Saskia started to cry and moan “Oh yes… don’t you dare fucking stop…yes that’s it… fuck me slave…” hc’s fist fully banging into Saskias wide open legs “YES YES YES!” she screamed three of his fingers simultaneously pumping her tight ass, fuck this was so horny, Saskias fist pushing deep into my pussy, my fingers now down working my clit “Ohhhhh fucking YESSSSSSS!” Saskia started to buck and moan “ OOOooooh fuck me YES!!” she screamed, squirting her juices as the slave pulled his fist from her pulsating cunt, Saskia collapsing into the sand laughing and groaning with total pleasure…...

“Oh hc….” She sighed, “You REALLY do something incredible with those fingers, perhaps we should get them insured!

Now get me a fucking drink bitch….” 

TO BE CONTINUED

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48 Hours With Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia - Chapter III

48 HOURS - CHAPTER 3

By slave hc

I didn’t sleep too well at all for 2 reasons really,  One, knowing that Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia were sleeping within just a few metres of me was making me nervous.  Suppose either of them were to wake, come in to my room and whip the crap out of me just to get their dominatrix fix?  Did they do that kind of thing?  I had no idea and it was a worrisome thought!  The second reason was knowing that Miss Saskia had set me up and was going to surely make Miss Sophie believe that I had tried to have sex with her.  What an evil, sly, cunning bitch Miss Saskia could be.  She’s gorgeous and, at times, very much the quiet one – but she’s a scheming fucker when she wants to be.  There was no doubt in my mind that Miss Sophie was going to go ballistic and that Miss Saskia would be smiling all the way to her next orgasm at the thought of what she’d done to me.  Part of me hated her for doing that, but the other part, the part that just loves being at her boot heels, loved her for it.  Still, there was nothing I could do, so best to forget about it and see what happens.

My alarm woke me in early the morning – I had to get everything prepared for the Mistresses or I’d be in the shit.  I made the coffee and at exactly 9 o’oclock, I knocked on Miss Sophie’s door and waited for her to reply.  “Enter!”  What was it with this woman?  Normally, after a boozy night and a long sleep, a person has that “fuck, I’m hung over’ look about them.  Not Miss Sophie, she just looked simply amazingly gorgeous as she woke from her sleep.  She smiled at me and stretched.  “Good morning slave” she said.

“Good morning Miss Sophie, - your coffee as requested” I replied 

“I don’t request, I demand” she replied with the sexiest of coy smiles.  God I was in heaven every time I was close to this woman.

“Leave now slave, I will see for breakfast later on” and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

Next was to do the same Miss Saskia, I knocked on the door.  No response, I knocked again – nothing.  A bit worried I knocked again and went inside.  “Get the fuck out slave – wait until I say enter!”  She’s only been awake a second and already she was playing with me.

“Enter” she said.  I walked into her room to find her sitting up in her bed, her tits bare and with that evil look that she has on her face. 

‘Come here slave’, she said.  I walked to the side of her bed and put her coffee down.  She started to play with her tits, teasing me again, loving the effect she seemed to be having on the bulge in my trousers. 

“Come on slave, suck them!” I dare not move; fuck this was a bad situation.  “Suck them you fuckin’ moron – now”

“SASKIA!!!  What the fuck are doing?” screamed Miss Sophie.

Miss Sophie had clearly seen what Saskia was trying to do to me and she wasn’t happy.  “That slave belongs to me – not you.  I am his Mistress not you.  If you want a piece of him, you fucking well ask me, got it?  You are my trainee – so don’t you fucking dare try to mess with what is mine!”  Miss Sophie strode to the bed, pushing me out of her way and sat down on the quilt

“Come here you little bitch, you just can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself can you?  Well, I‘ll fucking teach you who is the alfa female in this place.  Get your ass over my knee.’  Saskia looked terrified.  She knew she’d gone too far and was in deep shit with Miss Sophie.  Saskia’s naked body was stretched over Miss Sophie’s knees.  I think she knew what was coming.  Sophie raised her hand and brought it down with such force the noise of the slap made me jump.  Sophie was really slapping Saskia’s ass really hard now.  Saskia’s gorgeous butt cheeks were red and still Miss Sophie was going for it.

“Please Sophie, no more!” cried Saskia.  Miss Sophie grabbed her hair and lifted her head.  “Sophie, please” Saskia sobbed, “Your slave asked if he could fuck me last night, he tried to get inside my knickers – you have to believe me! “

“Well slave?” Miss Sophie asked – did you?”

Dear God no Miss Sophie, never, I swear” I replied.

“The lying bastard” spat Miss Saskia.

“Slave, look into my eyes and tell me the truth.”  Miss Sophie’s gaze is like a polygraph.  She would know completely what happened and this was my turn to get that bitch Saskia back.  So I just told Miss Sophie what had happened.  I felt like a real snitch, but what was I to do?  Disobey my owner to stop some gorgeous little bitch getting me the whipping from hell?

“You aren’t getting away with that this easily Saskia – you’ve lied to me, and tried to get my slave into more shit than he’s ever been in throughout his life.  That can’t go unpunished” Miss Sophie said. 

“Slave come here. Stand in front of me, and take those ridiculous swimming shorts off!”

“Yes Miss Sophie”

“Now Saskia, suck him” Said Miss Sophie.

What?  Are you crazy!  He’s a slave!  We don’t suck slaves!” Said Miss Saskia

“You are to be punished Saskia and this is my punishment – get on with it!” said Miss Sophie.  Miss Saskia grabbed my soft cock and began to wank it into stiffness.  What the fuck do I do now, this was heaven but what would Miss Sophie think if I shot my bolt?

“Miss Sophie, what should I do?  I’m yours – what do you want me to do?” I asked

“Slave, I want you to empty your bollocks down that bitch’s throat.  I want to see it dribbling out of her mouth – I want to hear her sucking on you like the whore, bitch, cum-slut, suck thing that she is.  Go for it – I order you – fuck her mouth until you cum!”

Miss Saskia was now getting into this as much as I was, but true to form, the little bitch was biting and nibbling with her teeth whenever she thought she could away with it.  She knew exactly what she was doing, every time I got close she caught me with her teeth, putting me back to square one again Miss Sophie was way too experienced not to know what Saskia was doing and she grabbed Miss Saskia by the hair and pulled her off my cock.  She then grabbed it wanked it in a way that was designed to do just one thing, get me off – and quickly. 
“Open your fucking mouth bitch” said Miss Sophie to Miss Saskia and at that moment I exploded onto Miss Saskia’s tongue.

“Swallow it, swallow it all, bitch” said Miss Sophie as I pumped myself dry.  Miss Sophie released her grip on me and said “Good slave.”  I had done what she demanded.  I got the feeling Saskia was still in the shit. 

“Saskia” said Miss Sophie, “I’m going to lock you in your room today.  You can’t keep thinking that you can get away with doing things like that whilst you are under training. If we were at the dungeon, I’d put you in the cage for the lack of respect you have showed me today.  Slave will bring you food and drink throughout the day, but for you, girl, this day is over.”

“Slave!” snapped Miss Sophie, “Get out of this room!  You need to learn Saskia, or I will surely ditch you in favour of another piece of pussy.  One word out of you today and you’re gone for good.  Behave and I might just fuck you with my strap on tonight.  Do you understand?

“Yes Miss Sophie” whimpered Miss Saskia.  “Oh, Miss Sophie, thank you for your training, I do respect you and I do try hard, but I know I’ve got a long way to go.”

“Good girl Saskia” replied Miss Sophie.

“Miss Sophie, what are you going to do with slave today?”

“I’m going to use him for my pleasure – hurt him, make him realize how lucky he is”

“I think he knows that already Miss Sophie, I really do….”  With that, Miss Sophie stepped out of the room and locked the door.  “Not a word Saskia, not a word!”

What a start to the day!  I’d had a bitch fight on my hands, I’d now got a 24 hour house prisoner, I’d had a BJ from Miss Saskia and one of the wrist from Miss Sophie and it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet!  I had witnessed in Miss Sophie a side of her sadism that I’d never seen before.  It kind of scared me, but there was something so sublimely exquisite about her complete and total dominance of other human beings that I felt even more honoured to be her slave.  I took breakfast out to the pool and I also carried a tray to Miss Saskia’s room.  I knocked, unlocked the door and walked in, setting the tray down on the bed. 

“You will live to regret that slave, one day, I’m going to make you mine and you WILL regret what you just did” hissed Miss Saskia.

“Yes Miss Saskia,” I replied and exited the room, locking the door as Miss Sophie told me to.  Right now, Saskia was one fucking angry woman and I was the top of her shit list.  I returned to the pool where Miss Sophie was sitting in her bikini, sunglasses and stilettos.

“I want to rest for a while slave, laze in the sun and dip in and out of the pool for a few hours.  She lay down on the lounger. Stay here and serve me.”

‘Yes Miss Sophie” I replied. 

Firstly, I want this sun oil rubbing into my body.  I couldn’t believe it.  Miss Sophie wanted ME to rub oil into her body.  Oh wow!  This was a dream come true!  I ran my hands up and down her wonderful legs and enjoying every second of this incredible honour.  Next came her arms.  Toned and strong, Miss Sophie is a formidable woman.  Next it was her stomach, I stopped at her rib cage – I didn’t dare go any higher.  “Unclip my bikini top slave” she said.  Christ, this was heaven!  I undid the front clasp out spilled her magnificent, gorgeous, mind-blowing tits.  I began to rub oil into them, her breathing getting deeper and a little quicker.  I placed both hands onto her nipples and rubbed way too much oil into them.  Only half an hour since Miss Sophie had jerked me into Saskia’s mouth and I was hard again.  What fantastic nipples.  “Miss Sophie” I asked, “May I have the honour of kissing your breasts?”

“No you may not, but don’t stop rubbing” she replied.  Her nipples were rock hard now and she looked to be clearly enjoying things.  She turned and rolled over. Spreading her legs as she lay face down. 

“Go into my room and fetch your collar and my lash slave – and don’t you fucking dare get any of that on any of my clothes or I’ll whip you bare.

“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied and ran into her room.  No wonder she’d brought such a big case, it was full of her “toys.’

I handed Miss Sophie her items and she placed the collar round my neck.  Then, with the tip of her lash, she lifted up my chin and said.  “Yesterday, I said I’d need to really hurt to enjoy myself – and hurting you today is going to get me off.  So, I’m going to hurt you now slave.  You mustn’t flinch like a girl, but you must just take what I give you – be a man.

“I shall try Miss Sophie” I replied

“Turn around slave” Miss Sophie said, I did as she demanded. The lashes started, gently, almost sensuously at first, but then something changed, she was jerking my neck with the collar and lead with every lash and really seemed to be getting off on causing some agony.  “Miss Sophie, please, no more” I begged and she stood up, walked in front of me and started again., jabbing her heel into my leg whenever she felt the need.  This had become her workout and her tits were heaving.  Suddenly, she stopped and lay face down on the lounger, jerking my collar to bring my face close to hers.

“Oil my back slave” she hissed and I did as she asked.  Miss Sophie’s back is lovely, it is beautifully defined, shapely, soft to the touch but with powerful muscles under the skin.

“Now, my legs, faster, harder!”  This was it.  She was jerking my neck collar all the time but I had no idea from which direction.  I started at her feet and moved up finishing on that gorgeous ass, but I desperately wanted to use my fingers on that part of her I knew was out of bounds.  She began to moan a little as I rubbed her inner thigh.  Fuck it; go for it, what’s the worse that could happen?  I poured some oil onto right hand and slipped my fingers to the side of her bikini bottoms – and then stopped.  If she was angry, I’d know for sure.  Instead, she let out a long low moan.  I slipped 2 fingers into what was the smoothest moistest pussy in the world.  Bending my fingers down whilst moving my hand in and out, I began to see if was capable of giving Miss Sophie the one thing that I always dreamed of - an orgasm.   She was responding so I went a little deeper and harder, using 3 fingers now to have greater effect, I moved my left hand underneath her and found her clit.  I rubbed around it, never stopping my fingers and always bending them down with every push.  She was getting close so I increased my rubbing with my left hand, never moving from he clit and always, those fingers.  She was riding my right hand now, my fingers always moving down with every thrust.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s it, those fingers, yes, fuck those fingers, don’t stop, don’t stop! don’t stop! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

  She pushed down on my hand squeezing my fingers so hard.  I vibrated them just to keep her going, she thrashed around but I wasn’t going to stop those fingers until she climbed off them.  “STOP, ENOUGH! “she said.”  I slowly withdrew my fingers whilst Miss Sophie continued to shudder.  That had been a good one! 

“And yes, you can lick your fingers!” said Miss Sophie.  How did she always know what I was thinking?

“Your skin looks red slave; you should try using some suntan oil.  Get in the pool, and stand in front of me.”  I jumped in and the collar dragged me where she wanted me. 

“Don’t you ever mention that moment to anyone – it is to be our special secret slave, do you understand?” said Miss Sophie staring deep into my eyes. “If you do, you will never see me again.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Miss Sophie””

“Good, now go and get me a drink and check on Miss Saskia!”

TO BE CONTINUED

48 Hours With Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia - Chapter II

CHAPTER II


by slave hc

I went to my bedroom to shower and change, I’d got the smallest of the 3 bedrooms with a view of the dustbins, nice.  Miss Sophie and Saskia, however, had best rooms in the house – and rightly so – looking out towards the pool and the sea.  It wouldn’t have been appropriate for them to have anything less.  I was planning on taking the Mistresses into town for the evening, to walk along the harbour where all the boats, shops and bars were.  Then have a few drinks in one or two of the trendy bars, something to eat at one of the restaurants that took their fancy and finally, if the Mistresses desired, onto a club.  To be honest, I really hoped the club thing wasn’t going to happen.  I had never been out with Miss Sophie and Saskia, and I had no idea what kind of thing to expect.  There would be no doubt that they would look stunningly attractive and wildly sexy, but what should I do if a local guy, or anyone for that matter, got a bit too leery? Did I step in and defuse the situation, did I simply move us away or did I put him down because he had disrespected the Mistresses?  I sincerely hoped it would never come to that, but I was going to stay stone cold sober just in case I had to get a grip of a situation.

I waited patiently as the Mistresses showered and prepared themselves.  My thighs were still a bit sore from the lashing Miss Sophie had given them and my nipples stung like mad after Miss Saskia had tried to twist them off.  But then I thought of what they had just done to me – that countdown to cum – wow, how fantastic that was.  The pain disappeared as I day-dreamt about how lucky I was.  I heard the clatter of heels on the marble floor and I turned to look. 

“Do you like what you see then slave?” asked Miss Sophie. 

Frankly, I was speechless.  “Answer Miss Sophie, then you ignorant twat!” said Miss Saskia and she grabbed my right nipple through my shirt and twisted.  This woman knows how to hurt! 

“Err, yes Miss Sophie. I stuttered.  “In fact, not just yes, but Hell! Yes!”  Miss Sophie was in a fitted classic white blouse and deep red pencil skirt that accentuated her fantastic hourglass figure.  In particular, the extra button that was undone allowed a magnificent plunging neckline to be on show to anyone brave enough to look.  Unquestionably, Miss Sophie is all woman.  Wearing a pair of crazy high stilettos and with her hair and make-up looking just perfect, I was just dumbstruck.  Miss Saskia was wearing a mini-dress, her legs seem to never-ever end, particularly so when she wears those stilettos.  Those were the very ones she jabbed into my cock earlier – fearsome weapons!  Her hair looked great and I have to say, the Mistresses both looked they’d fallen off of the cover of Vogue magazine. 

“Come on then slave, I’m in the mood for some fun – I don’t like to be kept waiting!” said Miss Sophie as we walked to the garage.  I of course, opened the car doors for Miss Sophie first and then Miss Saskia.  The smell of their perfume was heavenly.  I got into the car and moved off.  A short 10 minute drive and we were there.  I parked the car and then, opened the door for the Mistresses to get out.  The bar across the road was beginning to get busy with a mixture of the beautiful set and pissed blokes who had clearly been enjoying themselves all afternoon.  I noticed almost man move their attention from their mates or girlfriends to soak up the visions of beauty that had just arrived.  I have never seen so many jealous stares – half from guys who wished they were with Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia, the other half from the girlfriends of the guys who wear salivating at the beauty of the Mistresses.  We walked into the bar and my worries about the drunks getting a bit too familiar came to life way too early.  One guy, who had clearly been on the piss for hours tried to pat Miss Sophie’s gorgeous ass as she walked past.  I managed to catch his hand before it made contact, twisted it, locked it and pushed.  I controlled his fall so as not make a scene, but I felt sure it was going to get ugly.  The last thing I wanted this early in the evening was to grip a few blokes so I was very relieved that, the bar’s door staff had seen what happened.  They quickly hustled pissed bloke and his mates outside and off they went to pester somebody else.  Result.  We found a table overlooking the harbour and the waitress came to take our drinks order.

“Two vodka tonics please, and a bottle of water for our slave” said Miss Sophie.  Great, now even the waitress knew I was a sub!  We stayed, drank and chatted for a while.  I felt completely at ease with the Mistresses, they didn’t ignore me or treat me like their doormat and it felt like I was out with a couple of my best friends rather than my owner and her friend.

“Let’s move on” said Miss Saskia and we made our way up the street.  All the designer stores were there and that was to be my next surprise.  I’m not what you would call rich, but I’m not exactly poor either, so the windfall that had made these 48 hours possible had the flex to buy the Mistresses something rather special that I was going to love as much as I hoped they would.  We stopped outside a shoe store – my fetish had always been for women in boots or heels, so I hoped the Mistresses would indulge me.

“Miss Sophie, Miss Saskia,” I said, “it would give me the greatest pleasure if you were to allow me to buy you a pair of either Jimmy Choo or Christian Laboutin shoes or boots?” 

“Slave hc, this isn’t necessary, you know that? Said Miss Sophie with her eyes looking deep into my soul.

“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied.  “But to be at your or Miss Saskia’s heels is my favourite place in the world – so why not?”

“Come on then Saskia, in we go!”

About one hour later, we walked out of the store, with me carrying the Mistresses purchases and them striding ahead of me.  We stopped at restaurant and went in to eat.  I had no idea what was the Mistresses preferred food, but a bottle of champagne was clearly their preferred drink!  Me?  Water - again.  To be honest, I had lost my appetite and all I wanted to do was to see the Mistresses in their purchases once more.  Miss Sophie had chosen a divine pair of Laboutin ankle boots, whilst Miss Saskia had gone for the longest pair of thigh boots I had seen courtesy of Jimmy Choo.  But we enjoyed a long and for the Mistresses, boozy dinner – I stuck with water, but what a great evening that was.

“Where now Miss Sophie?  Onto a club or back to the villa?” I asked.

“As much as like would like to see what this town has to offer, it has been a long day and this Mistress can think of nothing finer than reclining whilst her friend tongues her to an orgasm.  That sound okay to you Saskia?”

“On the condition you reciprocate!” replied Miss Saskia. 

I just didn’t have the nerve to ask if I could join in.  That would have been wrong and could well cause me a lot of pain, or – worse!  Something like that throw away line could find me struck off the list of slaves that the Mistresses allowed to serve them.  I didn’t want either of those things to happen, so I just kept quiet.

Some 15 minutes later, we were all back at the Villa, the Mistresses purchases in their respective rooms and I was wondering what was going to happen next.

“Goodnight slave” said Miss Sophie as she lead Miss Saskia into her room.

“Yes, goodnight slave – and no wanking!” added Miss Saskia.  The door to Miss Sophie’s room remained open and I could not resist watching.  She unbuttoned her blouse and placed it on a chair.  Next, she unzipped the pencil skirt and with a shake of her sexy-oh-so-gorgeous hips, it fell to the floor.  There she was, in just a matching black bra and panties with a pair of ankle boots.  Dear God, just how gorgeous can one woman be?  Miss Saskia unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, again wearing just a tiny bra and g string with her cock scratching stilettos.  Miss Sophie lay on the bed and Miss Saskia began to lick her body.  God, how I wished it was me doing that.  Miss Sophie, judging by the moans and giggles of pleasure was clearly loving it.  Suddenly she pushed up, turned round and then rolled Miss Saskia over so that it was Miss Sophie on top and Miss Saskia below.  She planted her pussy on Miss Saskia’s face.

“Lick it bitch – and let’s not forget who is THE mistress here.”

Miss Saskia knew the score – Miss Sophie owned us both, but in very different ways.  I would never be allowed to do what Miss Saskia was doing, but I would have given my everything to be given the chance.  Miss Sophie sat back and sat up, she was in complete control and Miss Saskia was working hard on getting the result she knew Miss Sophie wanted.  Miss Sophie leaned across her bed to her case, giving Miss Saskia a chance to catch her breath and pulled out a small vibrator.

“Did I tell you to stop? Hissed Miss Sophie and she positioned herself back on Miss Saskia’s protruding tongue.  She turned the buzzing toy on and began to rub her pussy with it.  This, along with Miss Saskia’s tongue was enough to get to her to where she wanted and her legs shook as came, sitting hard on Miss Saskia’s face.

“Hmmm, that was good Saskia, good girl.  Now roll over and stick your ass in the air for me” ordered Miss Sophie.  She licked two of her fingers and pushed them deep into Miss Saskia’s pussy.  Miss Saskia let out a deep moan and began to push back every time Miss Sophie pushed forward.  Miss Sophie then stopped and licked her fingers again before pushing all four of them into Miss Saskia.  Miss Saskia was gone now – really going for it as Miss Sophie brought her to the edge. 

“Go on, cum for me, cum for me, I want to feel it, cum, go on cum, cum for your Mistress”

Saskia was loving this and tossed and rolled around on the bed until her ecstasy subsided. 

“Slave, get in here, I know you’ve been watching” ordered Miss Sophie.  Oh shit, I was worried, had I done something that was out of order?  I walked in, my hands in my pockets hoping to hide my erection. 

“Get your fucking hands out of your pockets when you’re speaking to me!” barked Miss Sophie, 

“Now, kneel in front of me” she continued and then pushed the fingers of the hand that had done all the work on Miss Saskia into my mouth. 

“Lick them clean slave, taste what you’ll never have!”  I did as ordered, this was torture – and Miss Sophie knew it.  When I had licked every drop of Miss Saskia’s love juice from Miss Sophie’s fingers, I moved back and knelt with my head bowed.

“Thank you Mistresses” I said.  Miss Sophie then grabbed my face with her right hand and looked right into my eyes from no more than a couple of inches.  I could feel the warmth of her breath, the depth of her soul searching but also, the icy-cold glint in her eyes.

“And thank you for today slave hc, I have had a great day.  Let’s see what tomorrow will bring, but I warn you slave, I have the feeling that I will really have to hurt you to enjoy myself tomorrow – I feel the need to inflict some pain on you.  So think of that whilst you try to sleep tonight, think of what we are going to put you through tomorrow.  Think of your agony and my smile.  I own you; you are mine to do with however I please.  And don’t think that gifts will get you out of this slave.  Oh no.  It is going to come to you tomorrow as sure as night follows day.  Prepare yourself tonight because I want to see how far you can go – and then I’m going to push you further.  Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied.

“Good, then go to bed and enjoy the feel of crisp cotton on your skin – because sleep won’t come easily to you tomorrow.  Wake us at nine with coffee, have breakfast ready by the pool for ten and have your courage and fortitude ready for what will come next.” 

With that she pushed me away, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.  Miss Saskia followed me out of Miss Sophie’s room. 

“Slave” she said.

“Yes Miss Saskia” I replied.  She moved close to me and put her mouth against my ear, flicking it with her tongue.

“Would you like to fuck me slave, now, in my room?”

“Oh God, Miss Saskia, you know I would but…”  and before I could finish and say I was the property of Miss Sophie and so couldn’t possibly do as she asked she said in her most mischievous and sadistic way:  

“Then dream on, wanker!  I’m going to tell Miss Sophie what you just said.  She’s going to have your balls for that!  Miss Sophie’s slave asking to fuck her friend – oh dear slave, that is not going to please her you know!  You are toast – and you know what, I get to help toast you!”

“But Miss Saskia”” I started to say, but she cut me off with a slap around my face.

“Shut up slave!  Just think about how pissed Miss Sophie is going to be with you when she hears that tomorrow morning.  Sleep well!”

Oh fuck, I really was in deep shit and I hadn’t done anything – Miss Saskia can be an evil bitch at times.  But Miss Sophie owns me and I am hers.  Whatever she decided to do with me was going to have to be just fine or the other option was to lose the honour of being her number one fan, devotee and dedicated slave.  I went to bed.  Sleep wasn’t going to come easily, but I needed to rest before tomorrow if I was to withstand the torture that was coming my way…

TO BE CONTINUED

48 hrs with Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia - slave hc

This is a delightful installment from slave hc, my thanks go out to you for your emails, beautiful words and for being an utter charmer/spoiling me rotten (you know who you are) Saskia and I are looking forward to you being back in the country to carry this on... :)

48 Hours with Miss Sophie and Saskia

This was the day that I had been looking forward to for weeks.  Finally, after all the planning and organizing, today was the day when Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia were finally coming to visit.  I’d built up the courage to think that I could cope with Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia together and for a whole 48 hour session some months ago and I’d asked them to visit me at a holiday villa I had rented in Spain.  I’d been lucky enough to visit them before on several occasions and I have to say, every second with them was absolute heaven.  The exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that the 2 of them put me through was absolutely amazing.  I always left exhilarated, sore, exhausted and on an emotional high that seemed to last longer than any marks their lashes, crops or boot heels did.  So, what was to fear?  How tough could it be to at their hands for a whole 48 hours?  And not in their dungeon, but in a villa in a different country?  It was my intention to say thank you to Miss Sophie and Saskia for giving me the best experiences in my life by giving them a weekend of pampering and luxury – and if you haven’t yet been granted permission to see Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia, then you really should.  There are some things in life you should do or see or experience before you die, Ayres Rock in Australia, Grand Canyon in the US, the Eiffel Tower, the Trevie fountains in Rome -  and a visit to serve Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia!  It’s life changing!

It is always typical of Miss Sophie and Saskia to make sure expectations are met – but the amazing thing was that they seemed to fulfill those feelings in me without me ever really knowing it. It was always a two way street, however, I had to make them happy and in return, I left happier than a lottery winner.  It was only in those moments when I was sitting nursing my aches with a large glass of wine, that I really understood exactly what they had just done to me.  It was and is simply amazing.  The two of them are individually fantastically beautiful – stunning figures, incredibly pretty and always dressed in outfits that are straight out of my fantasy magazine.  What a wonderful mix, a drop-dead gorgeous brunette and an equally stunning blonde.  Women with a smile and a sense of humour that could light up a room, but with a sadistic streak that could make you wonder if the pain would ever stop.  It always did, but then I always wished I had lasted a little longer.  I always knew they were in complete control and I absolutely loved it.

I had received a small windfall, so what better thing to do than to spoil the 2 most incredible women I had ever met.  I had ordered a limo to take them from their chambers to the airport, they had business class flights and I was now waiting for them to walk through the arrivals gate.  Then, amongst the crowd, I saw them, striding purposefully towards me.  Wow, what a moment.  There was hardly a man in the hall that didn’t stop and look and them - such is their beauty and gravitas.  Dressed in chic-business-like clothes, but teetering on impossibly high heels they looked absolutely stunning.  They reached me and smiling we hugged like long lost friends.  “Don’t think that will happen every day!” said Miss Sophie.  “Hell, no!” added Miss Saskia – “So, where now?”  I took their bags and lead the way to the car.  I had placed a bottle of chilled champagne in the back of the car, along with 2 glasses and opened it as they settled into the seats, pouring each a glass to wash away the stresses of their journey.

“A good start slave, but that means you’ve set the bar high and nothing upsets me more than a lowering of standards…” said Miss Sophie.

“Miss Sophie, Miss Saskia” I said, “I hope to ensure you have a fantastic time, I want to be able to repay you for the fantastic moments you’ve given me in the past.”

“We’ll see” said Miss Sophie and at which point, I noticed that she and Miss Saskia were locked in a deep tongues down throat kiss.  I almost spun off the road!  The two of them then started running their hands over each other’s breasts.  What a start!  We pulled into the garage and their kissing and feeling stopped.  I escorted Miss Sophie and Saskia to their respective rooms.  I had placed a small gift in each – a bottle of that fabulous Pomegranate Noir perfume by Jo Malone (and you should smell that on the Mistresses when they’re getting hot!) and a small piece of jewellery.  I loved giving Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia gifts, by being with me, they were giving me the most fantastic gift imaginable – their time and their skills as dominatrixes.

“Show us round then slave, where are your manners?” said Miss Sophie and I gladly did as she asked.  The villa was lovely, private grounds and close to the nightlife, very comfortably furnished with a huge pool that I just knew was going to be getting a lot of use this next 2 days.  We walked outside to look at the pool area.

“I’m in need of a drink” said Miss Sophie and I headed to the bar to fix the drinks.  

“Perhaps Mistresses would like to relax in the sun with their drinks?”

“Good idea slave’” said Miss Sophie, “let’s go and change Saskia”

They both returned in bikinis that left little to the imagination, their figures are just simply stunning, and the look was finished by them both wearing a pair of strappy stilettos.  How good can it get?  But then I saw it – Miss Sophie was carrying a lash that looked remarkably like the one from her dungeon.

“What’s the water temperature like slave?” asked Miss Saskia

“Gorgeous Miss Saskia” I replied.

“Good.  Undress slave.” said Miss Sophie.  I did as I was instructed.

“Into the water slave.” said Miss Saskia and again, I did as instructed without any hesitation.

“Now, get out and come and stand by me.” said Miss Sophie – “and you’d better not drip any water on me.

I stood a short distance from Miss Sophie, I knew what was coming. She flicked me with lash across my thighs as Miss Saskia stood and walked up behind me.  She reached around me and twisted my nipples, hard.  I made a sharp intake of breath – fuck that hurt – and I was met with the gorgeous face of Miss Sophie smiling and looking deep into my eyes as Saskia continued to inflict pain on my nipples from behind.  Miss Sophie, meanwhile, continued to use the lash on my legs.  That lash hurt so much more when my legs were wet and of course, Miss Sophie knew that. 

“Enough for now slave, refill these glasses and then get into the pool” said Miss Sophie   Immediately I did as she directed and brought out two more drinks for the Mistresses to enjoy.  Getting back into the water, the temperature eased the stinging and my pain, which felt so good.  Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia laid back into their sun loungers and relaxed, chatting and laughing away to each other. 

“Are you staring at my tits, slave?” asked Miss Saskia –

“Err, if I am honest Miss Saskia, not just yours, but Miss Sophie’s too” I stuttered.

“I admire your honesty, but your stupidity astounds me slave!  Put your hands out on the pool edge, face down”  said Miss Sophie.  She stood and walked to me, trapping my fingers with the soles of her shoes.  Miss Saskia joined Miss Sophie and began to run the tip of her stiletto up and down the skin of my arms – the pain was bearable but I knew I had done wrong.  Miss Sophie squatted in front of me, her shoes still trapping my hands.  I couldn’t take my eyes away from the top of her thighs until she brought me back to earth with a couple of well aimed face slaps.

“Slave, understand this” said Miss Sophie lifting my chin with her lash.  “Miss Saskia and I are very happy to be here, but you are here for us, for our enjoyment and amusement, not yours.  So no more stupidity and we’ll all get on well.  If you step out of line, I will whip you so hard that your skin will stay bruised for months.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sophie.” I replied.  It was time to remember my place once more.

“I own you slave, you belong to me, that is how it is and that is how it will remain until I choose differently, clear?”

“Yes Miss Sophie.” I again replied. 

“Good” she replied.  “Now, I think that Miss Saskia and I want some fun.  Go to my room where you will find a very fetching double ended dildo in my suitcase and bring it to me – quickly!  And do not go through my clothes or you will make me angry and you wouldn’t like it if I got angry.” 

Yes Miss Sophie, right away”

“And bring the lube too” shouted Miss Saskia as I made my back to the villa.  I jumped out of the pool, grabbing a towel to dry off before dashing straight into Miss Sophie’s room and retrieving both the sex toy and the lube just as she asked.  I then headed straight back to the pool where I was greeted with a view of Miss Saskia licking Miss Sophie’s gorgeous tits.  Jesus, did I wish it was me that was doing that!  Without any doubt, Miss Sophie has the most perfectly formed gorgeous tits on any woman alive and I would have given anything to have been licking them like Miss Saskia.  I stood beside them holding the toy and lube for them to take when ready. 

“Lube the dildo slave!” Miss Saskia said, in between flicking Miss Sophie’s fantastic nipples with her tongue.  I squeezed the gel onto the double ender, but how far up do I go?  I played safe and just left a short area in the middle without any lube, the rest was a slippery mess.  Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia moved onto the same sun lounger and both sat astride it, facing each other.  Each of the Mistresses bikini bottoms were pulled to one side and Miss Sophie then teased Miss Saskia with the end.  She then pushed a little and it disappeared inside Miss Saskia’s pussy.  Miss Saskia then gasped, giggled and let out a deep moan.  “Your turn now Sophie.” said Miss Saskia and she did exactly the same thing to her friend.  As the dildo disappeared into Miss Sophie’s pussy the two of them shuffled closer, pushing the toy deeper into each other.  They began to ride it; Miss Sophie pulled of Miss Saskia’s top and tweaked one of her nipples with her hand.  Miss Saskia did the same to Miss Sophie.  What a show!  I was desperate to crank one off as I watched this amazing show, but knew that to even touch myself would end in more pain than I could endure.  So I watched, loving the moment and living the dream as Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia went for it with each other.  There was a lot of shouting and noise, both of them saying “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me! FUCK!” before they eventually collapsed back onto the sun-lounger in a juddering picture of the ultimate in femininity and gorgeousness – the double-ender still joining them together.  Wow, what a sight.  What a moment!  Miss Sophie slowly pulled the dildo out of Miss Saskia and then herself.  She held it in front of her mouth and flicked her tongue over the head. 

“Come here slave.” She said and held the toy below my nose.  “Smell that.” she said.  “Wouldn’t you love to have your cock smelling of Saskia and me right now?” 

“Oh God, yes Miss Sophie, I would – I SO would” I begged.

“Well fuckin’ dream on slave, dream on” said Sophie and with that she stood, slipped off her shoes and jumped into the pool. 

“Go and fetch us some more drinks slave” said Saskia as she stood to do the same.  “That double-ender always makes me thirsty!”

“Yes Miss Saskia.” I said as they swam and splashed about in the pool.  Surely they’d never know if I just had a crafty tug I thought whilst pouring their drinks.  “And no wanking!” shouted Miss Sophie from the pool.  How did she know that what was I was thinking?  There is something quite surreal about Miss Sophie.  Aside from her beauty, she seems to always know what I’m thinking.  It’s quite bizarre and is one of the things I love about belonging to her.  I brought out there drinks and sat them down at the edge of the pool.  How lucky was I?  I was with 2 naked Goddesses who were in a pool and clearly having fun.  I replaced their towels and made turned their loungers into the sun.  Miss Saskia got out first and I took a towel to her. “Dry me then slave, I’m not going to do that myself when I have you here am I?” she said.  I trembled as I patted he dry, her gorgeous back, her toned long, long legs, her perfectly proportioned tits and tight ass.  Wow, what an honour!  “Saskia, what are you doing to that slave of ours, look, he’s got a hard-on!”  shouted Miss Sophie.  Immediately, Miss Saskia grabbed my cock and twisted it, all the pleasure I was getting from toweling Miss Saskia’s lovely body disappeared in an instant, this was pure pain she was putting me through.  She let go and I fell to the floor clutching my groin.  Miss Saskia, grinning and laughing turned to Miss Sophie and said.  “No, I don’t see any hard-on Sophie.  Slave, you don’t have a hard-on do you?” 

“Not any more Miss Saskia” I choked.  These women, even when they are showing their humour just don’t take any prisoners!  This was part of the fun of being with them.  They don’t just stand there shouting abuse and whipping your ass, but I bet they could if the mood took them – there is an interaction that starts with Miss Sophie, goes to Miss Saskia and ends at the boot heels with me.  How fantastic can it be? 

Miss Sophie climbed out the pool saying “Towel slave!”  This was going to hurt, if I got hard-on drying down Miss Saskia I sure as hell was going to get one drying down Sophie. 

“Look at me slave” said Miss Sophie.  I own you and control you.  You are going to dry me, carefully, gently and you are not going to get stiff.  It is what I want you to do, you’re mine, I own you, and I own your cock, so you are going to prove to me that you can do what your Mistress wishes.” At which point I felt a searing stinging pain across my back.  Miss Saskia had picked up the lash and moved behind me before reminding me why these fantastic women are known as dommes.

“If you don’t do as I say,Miss Saskia will whip you raw.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sophie.”  I replied.  Fuck, Now I was worried. Saskia had once used that lash on me before at the Mistresses dungeon and she knew how to lay hurt all over a body.

“Start with my arms slave.”  I toweled Miss Sophie’s arms, thinking about anything other than the predicament I was in

“And now my back – lets see, good, no hard-on”

I wanted to get this over with quickly and so I wasn’t as gentle as Miss Sophie clearly wanted.  “Gently slave, gently” she said and arched and flexed her back.  Oh fuck, this is not going well. She turned to face me.  “Legs” she said

I started at her feet and actually closed my eyes, if I saw what was just 6 inches from my nose, I would certainly get in serious trouble!  I dried her legs and doing my best job of not looking at her pussy, I gently dried.  “That’s rather nice slave, don’t stop!” she said.  I opened my eyes and concentrated only on the towel and not what was behind it. 

“Enough, now, my tits.”  This was the moment, would I manage this?  I gently patted he boobs, they jiggled and flexed a little – God, perfect – and then Whack right a cross my shoulders.  Fuck that hurt.  I waited for the next, but it didn’t come when I expected it, oh no, Miss Saskia is way too skilled to allow me to brace for what is coming and would always catch me off guard.  Miss Sophie moved the towel away.  “You love my tits don’t you slave?” 

“Yes Miss Sophie”  I answered.  Well, if you can take another 6 of Miss Saskia’s best, I’ll let you kiss them.  Would you like that?  Would you like me to put your head in between my breasts?” 

“Oh God, yes Miss Sophie, yes!” I replied.

“Whip him Saskia” said Miss Sophie.

I had learnt to always count each punishment and then say “Thank You Miss” with each one.  Miss Saskia was really going for it and I was hurting, but I made it to number 6 and looked at Miss Sophie.  She stood in front of me, her gorgeous breasts just a fraction away from my mouth.  She grabbed my head and pushed it between her heavenly breasts for what was no more than a second and then pushed me away.  I was devastated, but Miss Sophie had kept up her end of the bargain and this was part of her fun. 

“Who owns you slave?” she asked.

“You do Miss Sophie” I replied, hoping that I would be able to replay that moment through my mind in slow motion later on…

“You’ve been good so far slave, so a little reward for good behavior is probably in order.  Put your shoes back on Saskia” said Sophie, Miss Saskia quickly strapped her stilettos on and walked around in front of me.  Miss Saskia’s legs go on for ever and in stilettos, they look sublime. 

“Would you like to cum slave?” asked Miss Sophie.

“Oh yes Miss Sophie, please I would dearly love you to allow that.” I replied.

“How much do you want to cum?” Miss Sophie teased.

“Oh Miss Sophie, Miss Saskia, please, I will anything you want, you know that, anything you ask, please, I beg you”

“Kneel at the side of the sun lounger and put your cock on the towel” Miss Sophie said.

With that, Miss Saskia started to use her heel on my cock and balls one leg straight, the other bent as her shoe played with my cock..  Meanwhile, Miss Sophie strapped her stilettos on too and began to rub my cock with her sole.  A perfect mix of pleasure of pain – it was too much for me to cope with.

“May I cum Miss Sophie?”

“No, not yet!  Don’t even think of it!  I’m going to count down from 10 and you can cum when I say and not before – I own you cock, remember?” Christ, I was in trouble, I wanted to shoot my load but that would have been the end of my cock for sure!  I thought about anything else other than the situation I was in, I closed my eyes, if I saw their naked and fantastically gorgeous bodies, I’d boil over.  Delay, delay.  Anything to stop the inevitable.

“Ten – don’t you cum slave”

“Nine – you better hadn’t cum till I tell you!”

“Eight”  Miss Sophie started to move quicker, twisting me

“Seven”

“Six “

“Five” moving much faster now – I had to hold on.

“Four –not yet slave, not yet”

“Three – almost there slave, almost there.”

“Two – nearly there, nearly there – get ready!”

“One – don’t you fucking dare, not until I tell you.”

“NOW!!!  Cum – Cum go on slave cum let it go!  I want to see all that fucking cum”  Miss Sophie moved her sole back and held it tight against me whilst Miss Saskia pushed her heel hard into the base of my cock.  I exploded.  I didn’t know it was possible to have such a strong orgasm and I fell forward onto the lounger.

Miss Sophie then dug her nails into my back and slowly, painfully, scratched my back as she drew them down.

“Thank you Miss Sophie, Miss Saskia” I said

“Okay, I think we’ll go and get ready for dinner.  Where are you taking us?” said Miss Sophie. 

“I’m sure you’ll love it, Miss Sophie, but there’s no way anyone could ever love something as much as I love what you just did to me!” I replied..

“Come on slave, get the fuck up and get a fucking move one – it’s party time!  What shall we wear Saskia?” 

TO BE CONTINUED