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.
“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
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