Antionio's BDSM... Part 2!

** This is part 2 of the story by @AntonioAngelo21 :D ENJOY! ( I should mention that any likeness to me in this story is PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I'm a sweetheart. Really. **

“Fuck you, and this shit begins now.”

“Im not sure I have all the rules down yet.”

“Pet could you bring the ball gag?”

He took a long pull from a bottled water Tiffany had mercifully brought for him, for he wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could drink again, his next beverage came sooner than he expected as he was drug to the kitchen, not literally, but lead by the leash, A bottle of Jose Courvo sat on the table next to a long leather strip with a red ball and a rather intricate buckle system, his suit coat was stripped from him by Tiffany who hung it on a hanger after showing Mistress the label and confirming that it was in fact Armani and then she slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, pausing briefly at the bottom button before moving on to his pants with a nod from the Mistress.

Pet had great hands, and she went out of her way to rub them against his belly as she solved the belt buckle and then having opened it she noticed the perfect fit of the pants, they did not dip at all even while supporting the weight of the belt. Her fingers dug down further than necessary but more than welcome as the button came free with the push of a thumb and a slight tug. Pet started at the bottom of the zipper and smiled as she felt him through the pants, her finger ran up the zipper pushing against his cock that pushed back a little more with each second of her touch. She ran the length of the zipper slowly then clicked her finger nail back down it. This time her fingers spread out, surrounding his swelling girth and again her middle finger traveled up the zipper. He twitched a little as his bulge felt the fingers squeezing him as they worked back up the zipper. Pet gripped the metal tab and rubbed it between her fingers, his pants no longer buttoned were in danger of falling away, but they hung there slowly losing their grip on his hips as the zipper released one link at a time under the slow pull of Pet. She blew gently between the opening of his boxers As his pants fell away to his ankles. Pet breathed in his scent until the Mistress barked out orders to remove his shirt. Pet’s hands ran up over the ridges of his abs under the open flaps of his shirt and she spread them across his bare chest pulling the shirt apart. She tugged until the shirt was down around his forearms. Her lips gently nibbled his chest before a snap brought Pet to attention.

The snap had come from a cat o nine tails previously unseen by him, but it would be a while before it lost his attention. Mistress circled running the leather tassle over his flesh pet followed it with her tongue. Every once in a while she would take a quick bite that would always be met with a swift swat on her buttocks by the cat o nine tails.

“He is not drunk enough Pet. Quickly prepare him for a drink.” Pets hands pulled away the shirt as she circled behind. His bare back felt a moist sensation right in the center of his spine. ‘Had she licked him?’ went through his mind. Her hands traveled down his body and she gently guided him to step free of his pants. Once they were clear Tiffany hung them neatly with the coat and shirt sniffing his clothes before hanging them up. He stood motionless unrestrained yet felt it improper for him to move. The cat oh nine was tugging on the back of his boxers, and pet approached him from the front. She peeled his boxers down just a bit exposing the top of his ass to the air. Pet knelt down her face against his boxers, against his manhood, and then there was another snap, this one had come from behind but it had not stung.

Pet had her hand on his ass and had absorbed the blow, she writhed in pain, and he looked down into her eyes. Her fingers gripped him tightly and he swung his head as if to tell her not to do that but the crack once again met her hand. And she once again writhed. He instinctively reached down and pushed her hand down; this moved his boxers further down and exposed most of his ass cheek. A cheek that was now in serious danger. He heard the clicking of boots upon the hard floor and saw the cruel mistress out of the corner of his eye, she was in motion and the snap sent a signal to his brain it hadn’t received in years. A sting rose up and through his body emerging from his mouth as a yelp. Not a manly yelp, no this was the yelp of someone surprised someone exposed to unexpected pain, the game had just moved up a notch and he appeared to be losing.

More orders were barked and he found his hands bound behind his back, the tequila bottle and a rag were in the hands of Tiffany. He was ordered to his knees and had a hard time not falling with his arms as they were. A whistle was between tiffanies lips and a moment later he would know why. The tequila bottle had a rubber pour in it or it probably would have broken a tooth, the bottle was heavy and being tilted back, golden fire rushed down his throat and the rag covered his face as the bottle was pulled away the whistle blew through his ears as his head was shook madly back and forth. When he emerged he saw a lime between Pets lips and he took it instinctively with his mouth. He sucked the lime as he inhaled after the long pull of tequila. Salt was poured upon Pets neck and breast and as soon as he licked, the process was begun again. More fiery liquid, blaring whistles, his head whipped wildly around by feminine fingers, a lime this time held in the crevice at the top of Pets ass. His tongue dipped into the fleshy crevice as he took the lime from its perch. This time the salt was on a nipple and he drunkenly attacked it with abandon the whirling whistling washing of whatever went down once again and the party had begun.

Pet took salt from his navel, and lime from his mouth, then salt from his inner thigh, and sucked the lime right through his cotton boxers. Two rounds was more than enough for her and when she and he offered various parts up for the Mistress to partake she politely declined, electing to sip from a martini that never seemed to end.

Pet looked so beautiful he thought, her black hair, sexy diminutive body curved as a woman should be. The way she danced with every step like a woman child pretending to be a fairy goddess. Yes, she is a goddess he thought as the ball gag went into his slightly libated (is that the word?) mouth.

Somewhere along the journey he had lost whatever it was that was restraining his hands and that was probably a good thing. For balance was not something he had a grasp of at the moment. The hot tall chick with the legs that went up to her eyeballs was tugging his leash again and since everything had gone so well so far he followed as best he could. There had been a hallway maybe a door way. Looked like an adorable grandmother picture on the wall, he remembered the grandma picture. But now things were dark and he was sitting well laying well somehow he was propped up, it could be the shackles sustaining his unusual position they were soft and fuzzy and well they were holding him up against a wall which was ok.

Pet and Mistress, Or should he think Mistress and pet probably Mistress and pet that would be proper. Anyhow the two girls were kissing, not kissing like a couple of sorority girls in a bar no these two were going to town. I’m talking tongues and skin, nipples and lips, a full body kind of kissing where clothes fell away and things got wet.

They kissed to the point where old Armani thought maybe they had forgotten about him, but no sooner had his erection began to ebb, than he saw Mistress eyeing him as she suckled Pets neck. She began to whisper something to pet, something that made pet move in a way that brought the erection back. Soon pet had rolled over nearly naked now except for a thong and some fishnets. Mistress walked behind as Pet crawled her way to the man captive against the wall.

Armani had been with women before, many women and few would complain about his girth or size or stamina, for he was built as a man should be built and he fucked like a man should fuck but this experience was a little different for him. Here he was hanging against a wall, no control no woman to hold down and make cum, this wasn’t a blow job in the back of a car. No he was this woman’s prisoner and she had just taken his boxers, his cock now hard and soft at least three times since this whole evening started was more than primed. Pet’s lips would make any man cum under the circumstances but when Mistress commanded that she make him cum for her, standing behind stroking Pets clitoris, hand sopping wet, pet pushing back against her gasping as she took the cock in her mouth Armani had no chance. It was too perfect as Pet purred from her own orgasm traveling from the fingertips of Mistress her belly contracted three times in succession and Armani lost all sense of control. His cock bubbled over with cum shooting into Pets mouth catching her by surprise her being mid orgasm herself she gripped his shaft and pumped, her teeth bit down on the shaft as her tonsils and tongue contracted around his now erupting head and she had no choice but to cough it up. The wet cock was loose and fluid was still alternating between spurting and bubbling out the end and as Pet caught another wave of her own orgasm on the Mistresses firm gyrating grip.

“Clean that up” shouted Mistress, “cleans it now!” She sang while withdrawing her moistened hand from the still convulsing Pet.

Pet licked and slurped searching flesh and floor for every drop as the Mistress paced. “Why can no one make me feel like that, I want to cum like that, can you not make me cum like that?” She said in a rage that Armani didn’t think she had feigned. As pet licked up Armani’s chest she whispered, she has a real hard time cumming please make her cum. “You fucking cum from a finger, and hot shot Armani there came as soon as your lips touched that cock of his.”

The Ball Gag hadn’t really been an impediment up to this point but how could Armani make love to a woman when he was chained to a wall with a gag in his mouth.

“You must please me!!!!” Mistress shouted, the cat oh nine reverberating off the part of Armani’s leg that was going to have one nasty red mark on it tomorrow.

Mistress then took hold of his cock and massaged it between her fingers.

“How long will it take to recharge there, are you the energizer bunny, I am so sick of fucking batteries, I’m going to be honest, I want a cock, your cock will do fine. I don’t want to suck it, or hold it in my hand. I want to fuck it, I want to ride it, I want it to reach inside and find that magical button that makes me glad I fuck. And I want it to push that button so far back inside of me it gets stuck in the on position. Is that so fucking hard? God I wish I had a cunt like glitter tits here, you fucking whisper in her ear and she cums.”

“I do sometimes” said pet before being glared down.

Pet tried to curry favor by rubbing her face on the Mistresses body which still remained mostly clothed.

“Stand up slave!”

Armani struggled to his feet using the shackles to pull himself up but finding his arms in a pretty uncomfortable position once he reached his feet.

“Release him!”

The shackles fell away and Armani stood naked and still gagged. Pet was covering him with her body.

“She likes to watch.” Whispered Pet

Armani motioned toward the ball gag, but the mistress shook her head no. He scooped Pet up in his arms and began to wonder if this was a mistake as the ball gag made breathing far more difficult during exertion than he thought it would. But he carried her across the room as Mistress admired the strength in his back and legs or at least that is what he was hoping. The crack to his backside was not completely unexpected though it still sent a panic through his nervous system and he was glad not to drop Pet.

Pet bounced to the bed with a giggle which also earned her a crack from the whip from the now seemingly everywhere Mistress. Armani made another pantomime plea to remove the gag but was denied. Perhaps she wanted him to grovel? He fell to his knees before her and the whip landed on his shoulder, not viciously but it stung. He looked up and made a motion like he wanted to kiss her feet but made sure she could see what a handicap the ball gag was for kissing. Mistress sat on the bed next to Pet who instantly dropped to the floor.

“Show me what you would do, if I gave you back the use of your mouth.” Said a somewhat annoyed Mistress.

At first this confused Armani but then he got it. He crawled towards the Mistress and unzipped her right boot checking for her approval and getting a nod. He put his face close to the inseam and followed the zipper kissing as best he could with the ball gag. Pet copied him exactly on her left foot at the bottom of the boot he tugged it away as did Pet. His strong hands massaged the soft foot as he took in the Mistresses pleasant scent. Mistress must have approved because she had him and Pet switch feet after a few minutes. He massaged up her calve and behind her knee moved to her thigh and let his thumbs roll over her mound still safely tucked away behind the pants. Mistress seemed ok with that and so he worked his way up and didn’t feel the crack of the whip until he took the top of her pants and began to pull. Reeling he backed up and gently bumped his still gagged mouth against her leg as if he was kissing his way back down to her feet.

Pet rubbed his shoulders as he massaged Mistresses legs. Then he felt the ball gag go loose Pet was finally freeing him. There must have been a signal but he missed it so enthralled he was with the muscle structure of this beautiful leg. Armani stretched his jaw and Pet brought the mistress a bottled water from which she offered a few splashes of refreshment from her mouth to Armani’s and then to Pets.

“Show me on this pathetic creature, how you would make love to me, slave.”

Armani began to motion as if he and Pet were going to get on the bed but Pet’s look told him that wasn’t ok and the whip across his back confirmed it.

“Make love to her on the floor like the animal you are.”

On the floor there was a faux bear skin rug or maybe it was a yeti, something big and white and fluffy, spending so much time around Mistresses feet had Armani longing for a taste, and so that is where he began on Pet. The fishnet stockings left plenty of room for a tongue to get through and the taste of flesh brought moisture to his mouth. Small tastes from gentle pecks grew into deeper tastes as his tongue worked past her knee to her inner thigh, he caught a trail of her juices that must have run down her leg during the blow job and it made his tongue dance. He inhaled deeply as he followed the trail to its origin but a crack of the whip kept his tongue from penetrating where it really wanted to go.

“You do not just please a slave; you must apply a little discipline first.”

He looked up at the wielder of the whip and Pet removed the fishnets and rolled over, her ass was now wiggling back and forth, and Armani correctly assumed this meant he was to apply a swat to it. The first one was rather mild and earned him a crack of his own from the Mistresses whip. The second one had quite a stinging ring to it and he briefly worried he may have swung to hard, but the reaction from Pet told him otherwise. This time her cute little ass rose and he could see the beginnings of a welt. Pet seemed rather excited by the tingling and so he slowly moved his hand between her legs stroking her gently before remembering the Mistress was watching. He pulled his hand back and allowed a mighty blow to echo across the tiny room, this time he had hit home, his own hand ached with the impact and he reached in with much greater force this time, pushing on her swollen clit and then entering her letting his hand move freely to where her body guided and then without warning he bit down hard on the welt his hand had left only moments ago, this unexpected jolt sent Pet over the edge into ecstasy and she buried her face into the rug as she pushed her self into the hand that was fucking her and the teeth that were biting her. The cumming rolled through her like waves crashing the shore they built and grew and spread then rushed up into her body and as they pulled back left her wet and refreshed exhausted yet cleansed, even after he stopped biting and she went down flat on the rug she still rubbed against his hand and gasped the familiar ah ah ah of a woman enjoying the gifts the Gods granted her in abundance.

After she was through cumming he kissed up the back of her leg, over her bottom, and up her back until he found a spot behind her ear that had her giggling happily. The crack of the whip across his back let him know he had more work to do. He grabbed both of Pets hips and pulled her back up onto all fours, his hand clapped off the side of her hip with a loud pop and his erect cock found the wonderful wet hole that his fingers had found so inviting, as he slid into her his cock found resistance but soon everything was moving properly as he took hold of her pony tail and yanked. Her moan was not from having the pony tail pulled as his hips slammed into her ass and she squeezed the cock now so deep inside her. He looked down upon her perfect ass and then the way her head tilted back in unfettered joy as he fucked her with her pony tail tightly wrapped around his fingers.

The mistress saw it too, her hand was in her pants and she rubbed almost subconsciously watching Tiffanies body roll with the passion of a deep satisfying fuck. The Mistress struggled with her other hand to get off her own bra but it eventually came free and Armani watched as her fingers squeezed an erect nipple. She needed it so bad, she wanted it so bad and he knew he could give it to her, he knew he could find the way to make her feel it. He knew she would cum for him if only she gave herself to him, but she wouldn’t do that, she was the mistress he would have to give himself to her.

“Slave! Fuck me!”

Pet had cum tonight, she had cum multiple times at the hands of two lovers, she wanted to cum one more time on this cock and she was so close but her mistress needed this more, cumming was rarer for the mistress and that made it something special. She had to let this cock go and do for the mistress what the mistress needed done. Tiffany leaned back all the way up until she was on two knees and no hands evicting the cock from her oh so wanting pussy. The cock was wet with her but it belonged to the mistress and the mistress deserved it.

Armani fell back what was this crazy girl doing raring up like a wild mare mid fuck. He reached back to keep his balance but she kept coming back all the way back until he was out of her, out of her and on his back swollen cock pointed straight up. Pet was now standing above him telling him that the mistress needed his cock while it was still good and hard. He looked and saw the mistress, lying on the bed her pants had now come down some, her hand and finger was moving rapidly back and forth across her mound, this woman was going to cum tonight of that there was no doubt and he was going to make that happen.

He made his way onto the bed his hand found hers and he cupped her intentionally blocking her finger, she writhed in desire and two of his fingers went to work, her body quickly joined in rhythm with his hand she moved up and back with each stroke her breathing became quick she gripped his strong wrist as if to say just a little more. And that is when he decided it was time, he took her wrist and pinned it above her head with the hand that had just been inside her, then he climbed on top and his cock lay across her belly its stiffness trapped between two bodies that just couldn’t help but move. He kissed her deeply and then she felt the cock sliding down through her slit and then, there it was, going deep all of her wanted to squeeze this cock now pushing in, the strokes were long and slow at first but now he thrust into her with his whole body, and she responded in kind. She was no longer the master and he was no longer the slave they were one in passions desire. He leaned up taking his body weight off and holding her legs he thrust as she put her hands above her pushing back into him.

She was so very close he wanted nothing more than to kiss her one more time, her teeth biting her bottom lip drew him back down their lips touched and her tongue entered his mouth. He suckled as she moved suddenly she jerked back.

“Don’t you fucking cum” she yelled

He was close he knew it, there was only one way to stop. She slapped his face really hard.

“Don’t you fucking cum, you bastard.” Again she slapped his face she was almost crying.

He slid his cock out of her and bit down on her shoulder just to regain his control. She moved fiercely as if she wanted to escape his grasp. He began kissing down her body, over her nipple. Past her belly his thumb rubbed her clit before moving down her slit and sliding into her. He tried to regain her rhythm with his thumb while his lips found her clit, She tasted incredible as his card cock pushed into the sheets her body moved with his. Soon his tongue was washing over her in perfect time and she began to climb, his thumb followed her up the invisible ladder of the orgasm as she reached it his finger penetrated her ass not deep just enough that she knew he was there and that he could feel her heart beat as her ass contracted in unison with the orgasm a tiny wall of flesh away, her fingers tangled his hair as she thrust up into his face joyous sounds emanating from her lungs. Pet had come over and made herself into a human pillow stroking her mistresses hair as all the wonders of the universe played out in a biological symphony.

When he was absolutely sure the swirling seas of orgasm had passed from the mistress Armani began to climb her body he was about to enter her when she put her hand on his shoulder.

“I am the Mistress; I am not here for your pleasure.” And she pushed him back so that he fell flat on his back.

“What about her?” he said in a rather pathetic plea.

“She is my pillow, if you are to cum it is going to be purely for my pleasure. Pet would you like to watch him cum?”

“I would mistress.”

“So would I” said the Mistress.

“You just want me to lie here and cum? “

“Do you think you can do it?”

“I suppose so.”

“Well then your mistress commands it.”

“You really want to see this?”

“I commanded it didn’t I”

“Ok’

And then he lay there smelling of two women, having just had the greatest sex of his life, his cock in hand he began to fall back into the same rhythm that had found the orgasm in Pet, and then wandered into the rhythm that had finally brought Mistress over into her first orgasm of the evening, he thought of control and finally letting it go, maybe this is how he should heal, maybe this is how he would finally get over, maybe oh God yes he was coming now and two women were giggling and everything in the universe seemed just about right.