Glancing at my watch as I approached the table, I was pleased to see that I had
made it under the deadline. But my pleasure vanished when I saw Lady Anne's
face: a study in disgust and disapproval. "You are making a spectacle of
yourself with your adolescent hormones," she spat out. "Look at the mess you
have made of your pants!" And sure enough, another supply of pre-cum had
produced a wonderful dark spot at the apex of my "tent."
I hung my head in shame. "Forgive me, my Lady," I cowered.
"Forgiveness must be earned," she hissed. "I am leaving. When you can comport
yourself appropriately, you may come to my room and try to earn that which you
may never deserve. 1717." And she left, Mary in close pursuit.
I collapsed, mortified, in the chair. Soon, I knew, I would have to go and face
the music. But first I would have to change my pants.
Gathering my courage, I left the restaurant as quickly as I could, conscious of
all the eyes upon me. Hurrying up to my room, I formed a plan as to how I could
get back to Lady Anne's room without another "spot." Once inside my room, I tore
off my clothes, got out a different outfit (I knew it wouldn't be good to arrive
in unmatched clothes), and slipped a condom over my cock. Unlubricated, of
course - that ought to deal with the stains. Then, after a quick glance in the
mirror, I headed up to room 1717. All in all, it had taken less than ten
minutes.
When I arrived outside her door, I knocked gently. "My Lady Anne, your miserable
servant is here, and begs your permission to pay his penance." God, I hope
nobody hears me now! "Wait" was the only reply. Which I did.
The cynical part of my brain figured she was hoping for another spot to form.
While I was still quite hard, I figured I had that one licked, so to speak.
After a seemingly interminable wait, I heard her voice again. "You may come in
now," she said, "but leave your clothes outside. Except the cock cage."
My face must have turned beet red - it certainly felt hot enough! But this was
too far gone by now to quit. Furtively glancing up and down the hall, I got out
of my clothes as quickly as I could, dumping them into a small, if untidy, pile.
Just as I was about to go in, I glanced down at the rubber. Better lose it too,
I
thought, and quickly disposed of it. Then I entered the room.
The room turned out to be a suite, occupied by Lady Anne, Miss Mary, and a
severe
woman sitting deep in an overstuffed chair. Lady Anne was replete with leather:
long gloves, high boots, choker, and (the only time I have ever seen this) a
leather pushier. This last was a piece of art. It ended just above her crotch,
where her thick fuzz began, seeming at first glance to be attached lace. Above,
her breasts were raised up, her nipples just peeking over the top edge. In her
hand she held a riding crop; her eyes were fiery. My cock twitched at the sight.
Miss Mary was in stark contrast to Lady Anne. Dressed in a soft, billowy
peasant's dress, her shoulder length hair held in place with a cloth head band,
her head bowed ever so slightly in a fashion which transmitted submission. And
the enigma in the corner: her black, straight, hair pulled back into a bun.
Dark grey suit, or so it seemed in the dim corner. Straight out of some kinky
Alice in Wonderland.
"Don't stand there gaping, you insolent twerp! Don't you have something to say?"
Jarred back to the moment, I immediately dropped to the floor. "Please forgive
me
for the weakness of my body before, Lady Anne. It was thoughtless of me to
subject you to such a public disgrace. I am resolved to earn your forgiveness;
give me my penance, and I will execute it faithfully!" I kept my head bowed,
and waited for her response.
"You have not yet earned the right to perform your penance. First, you must tend
to my faithful servant; then, if you satisfy her, I will consider your request.
Miss Mary, he is yours." And with that Lady Anne took a seat on a simple wooden
chair to watch.
Mary came over to me and said, quietly, "I want to explore. Please don't come."
To which Lady Anne replied, "Show more spunk, girl!" But clearly it was out of
Mary's nature. She pointed to a mat which was laid out next to the bed and said,
a bit more loudly, "Down on all fours, and don't move!" I dashed over, got on
all fours, facing the two seated women, my cock dripping with pre-cum. After a
brief glance into their eyes, I thought better of it and lowered my head.
For the next half hour, Mary did as thorough a cataloging of my body as I
imagine
is possible. She caressed, licked, and nibbled every part of me, beginning with
my hair, and moving slowly down my torso to my sensitive feet. Her tongue
pressed on to and into everything: tasting my ears, pressing against my closed
eyes, running across my lips, down my spine, probing briefly at my asshole,
circling my balls, running down the backs of my legs, exploring between my toes.
Her hands stroked every surface: the lines between my chin and neck, the ridges
on the back of my ear, the soft hair on my chest, the quivering of my arms as
they remained steady, holding me up, the ridges of my spine, the little
depression just at its base, the Goosebumps on my thighs, the narrowness of my
calves, the boniness of my ankles and feet. Then she turned to Lady Anne. "I'd
like the toys now, My Lady!" Lady Anne went over behind the bar and retrieved
something; I dared not lift my head to look. Another rustle of fabric as Mary
returned. "I've always wanted to try this," she said, mostly to herself.
I watched with some trepidation as she took a nipple clamp and placed it on my
left nipple. I could not keep from flinching as it grabbed hold; all the while,
Mary was watching my face intently. I reacted a bit less to the second clamp,
but my eyes must have widened a great deal when I saw her move back and prepare
to clamp my balls, already aching from their continued confinement in the cock
cage. I hissed inward to control the pain as each clamp was applied, but
otherwise maintained my composure. Then Mary took for weights, and hung one from
each clamp. I was in agony now, and my body started to shake. "Control
yourself!" Lady Anne barked, and with an effort of will I quieted my body. Then
Mary continued with her explorations.
After gently batting the weights back and forth on my nipples, she moved next to
my ass. Reaching around, she gathered up some of my pre-cum from my cock - I was
like a leaky faucet, now - and slathered up my asshole. Then, slowly,
deliberately, she started working something into my ass; a dildo, by the feel of
it. Further and further in it went, twisting, probing, and then withdrawing.
Soon she started fucking me with it, and I prayed that she wouldn't touch my
cock, otherwise I would surely cum. Finally, just before I felt certain I would
shoot my load, she stopped, withdrawing it, and caressed my asshole with her
finger- tips.
Then she moved to my cock. It was hard, wet, and throbbing. Anyone could tell I
was on the verge of coming. Would she spare me Lady Anne's wrath, or not? With
a firm grip, she reached down and grabbed a hold of me. "Stand up," she
declared, "I wish to taste your juices. But don't cum!" With that, she pulled
me upright, as I stumbled a bit from being on my hands and knees for so long.
The weights bounced around viciously as I got up, and the pain helped hold back
my orgasm. Then, as I stood motionless before them, she got down on her knees
and licked my cock clean. She smiled as she did so, never taking me into her
mouth. I had been spared.
When Mary was done, she turned to Lady Anne and said, "Thank you, My Lady. He is
an interesting creature," and stepped back.
"Are you sure you're satisfied, Miss Mary? Has he serviced your needs
sufficiently?"
Mary's head bowed, her face reddened. "May I have him..."
"Of course!"
"And would you hold me, My Lady?"
"Certainly, my dear."
With that began the scene I never expected to witness. Lady Anne got on the bed,
sitting with her back to the wall, cushioned by the massive pillows, legs spread
wide. Then Miss Mary climbed on the bed, laying down with her head in Lady
Anne's crotch, her legs and arms outstretched. Lady Anne reached down and held
Mary securely by her shoulders and arm pits. Then she said, "Jacques, come here
and lift Miss Mary's dress. Then you may kneel before her and bring her to
orgasm with your mouth and tongue."
Gently I raised Mary's dress above her waist, revealing her slender legs, her
lush bush, and her inflamed, moist pussy lips. Not wasting a moment, I settled
in
to providing Mary with the most exquisite pussy licking I knew how to give. I
was a little sorry not to be able to use my fingers as well, but I knew I could
put my nose to good use without raising any objections. I started by lightly
tracing the outside of her labia with my tongue, then licking more broadly and
firmly across her clit. As I snuggled down into her fragrant snatch to suck at
her opening, I used my nose to press and manipulate her clit. Then the long,
slow licks which started inside her, gradually withdrew, coursed up to her bush,
and stopped. She was not long in responding; soon she had her knees bent so she
could thrust her pelvis against me. I kept the pace slow, but began sucking and
toying with her clit more. Soon she was moaning, and writhing exquisitely.
I looked up briefly as I completed one of my long licks, and saw a delicious
sight. There was Mary's head, pressed firmly against Lady Anne's twat, twisting
and grinding away. Lady Anne was clearly enjoying it: her eyes were closed and
a soft, ecstatic smile was on her lips. Not daring to tarry too long on the
view, I returned to my efforts. Soon a second set of sighs began; Lady Anne was
getting off. Mary was struggling against her grip, and I was doing everything I
can to prolong the experience. I knew it would be worth my while to have Lady
Anne cum as well. So as Mary seemed close to coming - her pussy walls would
start to throb - I would withdraw my mouth, kiss her thighs, anything to help
her
back off. Then, when I felt it was safe, I would renew my ministrations.
The final moments seemed to be upon me when I heard a third moan join the
chorus;
this time from the austere woman behind me. I desperately wanted to see what she
was doing, how she was managing to pleasure herself, but I knew that would be
fatal. So I pressed onward, nibbling, sucking, and licking, now determined to
bring Mary as quickly as I could.
It didn't take much. Suddenly her hips raised off the bed, and my head was
locked between her thighs. I could feel the whole bed shake as Mary and Lady
Anne let loose with their orgasms; I hoped the mystery woman was too, although I
could hear very little. When I was about to despair of ever being able to
breathe again, Mary abruptly released me, and collapsed. Looking up, I saw that
Lady Anne had cum as well; she was listing to one side, her hands now idly
caressing Mary's breasts through the dress. Still, I dared not turn around, but
merely waited patiently for my next instruction.
Eventually, Lady Anne got up off the bed, leaving Mary to lie in peace. "You
have earned your right to penance," she said. "Get back on the mat on all
fours." I scrambled off the bed and resumed my earlier position. A blindfold
was placed over my eyes, the weights clamped to my nipples and balls were swung
for good measure, and then Lady Anne spoke again.
"If you successfully endure this punishment, I will consider taking you on as a
student. I will also be reporting your performance to Ellen. Any questions?"
I shook my head no. "Very good. I want you to endure the punishment for as long
as you can. You will signal that you are through by achieving orgasm. Oh yes,
please stay as silent as you can."
There was an awful pause. Then the dildo was suddenly at my asshole, demanding
entry. I relaxed my muscles as much as I could, and allowed it in. After a few
moments of fucking, it was withdrawn, and replaced by a larger butt plug. I
gasped as it was inserted deep inside me, and fastened with some kind of strap.
I heard Lady Anne's voice, "Yes, place the receptacle underneath him. Good.
Now, let us begin."
With that, I felt two things simultaneously: someone grabbed hold of my cock,
and I was stropped across my ass. I recoiled from the pain, but quickly regained
my position. Another blow, and the hand began pumping. There was an odd
syncopation to the two sensations; the strokes bringing me closer to orgasm, the
blows initially pushing me further away. I knew I would not be able to endure
this for long, and was glad that I had not been ordered to refrain from coming.
Soon, that low growl started to emerge from my throat, and I knew that orgasm
was
imminent. The blows and strokes continued until my first glob of cum streaked
out; then the blows stopped. My body was wracked with shudders as spurt followed
spurt. The weights were flying back and forth, pulling mercilessly at my
nipples. I heard a voice say, "Milk him dry." The strokes continued, squeezing
every last bit of fluid out from me, until I was in pain from trying to produce
more. Finally whoever was milking me stopped, and I heard some- thing removed
from beneath me. I struggled to keep from collapsing on the mat.
"Stand up," were Lady Anne's next words. I did so, the cock cage started to
slowly slide off my now withering cock. Hands reached round to unsnap and remove
it; otherwise, everything kept quite still. Finally, the blindfold was removed,
and everyone was back as I had seen them; Lady Anne imperiously presiding over
every- one, Miss Mary standing demurely to one side, and the mystery lady sunken
into the chair. "Your penance is now complete. Leave us now." And with that,
she turned her back on me.
Staggered by the bluntness of my dismissal, I stumbled through the door. A quick
glance back drew a hiss of disapproval; momentarily mindless of my naked state,
I bolted into the hall. There were two women, not more than a yard from me,
heading toward the elevator. As they shrieked, I grabbed my clothes and ran into
the men's room. After dressing as fast as I could, I poked my head out of the
door, and satisfied that the coast was clear, I headed toward my room.
Once back, I took a long, hot bath and tried to understand what I had done.
Already, it seemed like a bizarre dream.
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