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
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