Subject: New Story-Date Night4
Date: 06 Mar 2000 19:05:07 EST
From: 4play <4playd@comcast.net


This is a story that I wrote for the enjoyment of adults. Hope you enjoy
it if you're 21 or more.  Any feedback or comments can be sent to me at
4playd@comcast.net

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                            Date Night 4

                          Written by 4play

     It had been two weeks since our wild weekend with Rachel and
Jerry. They and my wife Chris had turned me into a total sex slave,
using me for their sexual pleasure. I was made to dress like a
woman and sexually used as a woman. My ass had been dildo raped by
both women as well as Jerry's actual rape. They made me lick pussy
for hours, often while filled with semen. I lost track of how many
times I'd been forced to suck Jerry's cock; sometimes until he came
in my mouth, other times just to get him hard for the ladies
pleasure. One way or another, I'd been coerced into swallowing
every drop of semen expended that weekend, even my own.

     All My life "cocksucker" had been a terrible insult; now I was
one! The girls were referred to as Mistress Chris and Mistress
Rachel the entire weekend. Jerry had been called 'Slave ', while
they had given me a slave name of 'Slut'.  They had used me as a
slave with no regard for my pleasure, being forced to satisfy their
every whim. While serving two Mistresses had been one of my
fantasies, things had gone way past my vision of such a scene. Even
Slave had used me as his sex toy! I had certainly been made to live
up to the name of Slut!

     At the end of my degrading ordeal, Mistress Rachel had invited
us to a party at their house in two weeks.  Chris had accepted
without consulting me, considering that a frivolous act for a
Mistress. I had wished she had consulted me; I would have declined
that invitation. One weekend of total humiliation was quite enough!
While it been a total turn-on for Chris being a powerful Mistress
served by two slaves, I had experienced only pain and degradation.
I was hoping to never see Rachel and Jerry again. They had been
instrumental in my degradation causing me to fear having to repeat
what had been a miserable experience. Besides, I was ashamed to
face them after what they'd seen me do.

     Several years ago I had promised Chris that I would be her
slave twice a month. Since I had some submissive fantasies I wanted
to explore, it was an easy enough thing to pledge. I had eagerly
awaited our Date Nights, when we would play our kinky sex games.
Chris had been a very reluctant participant at first, but had found
that she loved having a slave to use for household chores and as
her personal sex toy. Now she looked forward to Date Nights and I
had come to dread them. There was no way she would let me weasel
out of my rash vow. On Date Night I was her slave, the rest of the
time our relationship was normal. A weird arrangement, but I was
stuck with it!

     Chris and I hadn't spoken a word about our wild weekend since
it happened. Our lives returned to normal on the surface, but I was
having a hard time dealing with my feelings. The bisexual aspects
bothered me a lot since I had always been straight. Only the fact
that I had been forced into acts personally repugnant to me, made
my memories somewhat bearable. Since Chris had enjoyed herself so
much, I knew I'd need to work on adopting a slave's accepting
attitude to survive any future games. There certainly were more to
come in my future.

     Any faint hopes that Chris had forgotten about the party
disappeared when she phoned me from work saying,"I'll be leaving
work shortly; You'd better get ready. Remember we have a party to
go to tonight." The sweetness in her voice was meant for anyone in
her office who might overhear her side of the conversation.
Realizing she was unable to speak freely, I asked,"Do you mean for
me to get ready as Slut?" She replied sweetly,"Yes Dear, that's
what I mean; see you soon." and hung up on me.

     Damn, I'd really need to hustle to get ready before she came
home! I stripped off my regular clothes and got into the shower to
begin shaving my body. Slut was required to be completely hairless
from the neck down. Chris felt it kept me feeling submissive, and
she was right. Anybody seeing my body would immediately know that
I was owned by some Mistress, as a man would normally be hirsute.
Fortunately the shaving went quickly as I had completely shaved
only two weeks before, and I normally wasn't very hairy to begin
with.

     After washing carefully and toweling myself dry, I rubbed the
sweet smelling lotion all over my skin. Chris had told me that a
lady should have nice soft skin, and insisted that Slut use this
particular lotion. Normally I don't even put on suntan lotion as I
despise the oily feel of it, but orders are orders so I rubbed the
lotion into my skin.

     I painted my toenails with the garish red polish Chris had
selected for me and while they dried applied my makeup. The long
fake eyelashes were glued in place and a heavy coat of mascara used
to enhance their appearance. The eyeliner, and blue eyeshadow went
on much easier these days. At first I could hardly manage to get it
on as I am very sensitive around my eyes, but over the many months
of doing this twice a month, I was getting quite good at it! The
eyebrow pencil was used to darken and lengthen my eyebrows.

     Once the eyes were done I put on a base coat and then some
rouge to emphasize my cheekbones. Red lipstick was put on my lips
in a heavy coat. Chris had chosen my makeup to stress the
sluttiness of my appearance, and it surely did that. When I was
fully made up I looked like some cheap hooker!  She'd told me,"
Since you are going to be used as my slutty bitch, You might as
well look the part." While I disliked looking like this, it did
help me get into my Slut role and Mistress had ordered it.

     Using strips of duct tape I formed my chest meat into those
petite feminine breasts that Chris loved to play with. They had
grown over the years of her sucking on them and pulling on my
nipples. I had grown to love her doing that so much that now I was
unable to climax without that added stimulation! I was totally
dependant on her for my sexual release. With such complete control
so easily gained by using my nipples, Chris seldom needed to use
the ropes or chains anymore.

     I got out my frilly white nippleless bra and put it on
concealing the tape, but leaving my nipples exposed. They were
already erect and protruded sexily through the holes in the fabric.
The matching Panties and garter belt went on next. I opened a new
pair of white mesh stockings and carefully rolled each one up my
smooth legs, and hooked them to the garter belt. After stepping
into my black, toeless, 4" high-heeled shoes, I looked at myself in
the full length mirror. I did have nice legs and a cute ass!

     Taking my long wig from it's form, I put it on and brushed it
a bit. Smiling I thought," It wouldn't be too much longer and I
won't need to wear this hot wig." The girls had decided that my
hair should be allowed to grow long enough to be styled in a
feminine fashion. The very idea of both Mistresses giving me a
permanent sent a wave of submissive pleasure over me.

     My frilly French Maid dress was the next thing I donned. It
was very short and barely covered my buns. Any time I bent over my
panties would show. I put on a dainty pair of earrings and the
black velvet choker necklace with the white bow. The little French
maid cap completed my Slut outfit. I had been transformed from a
normal man into the sissy sex slave Slut!

     The final step was to put on the long fake fingernails. I
always saved them for last, since wearing them made the rest of the
transformation process too difficult. My own fingernails were long
enough to polish, but Chris insisted that I wear these extra long
fake ones to increase my helplessness. They made even simple tasks
more difficult. Besides she liked the way they looked on me. Once
they were glued on, I painted them to match my toenails and I was
ready. Mistress would be pleased!

     Just then I heard Chris walk into the house from the garage.
Damn, if I'd only had a few more minutes more I could have greeted
her at the door presenting her a glass of wine. Mistress always
loved that demonstration of servitude so much, and I knew she was
displeased when it wasn't there. It wasn't my fault, she should
have given me more time. The transformation to Slut took quite a
bit of time and she should know that.

     Chris was carrying some bags which I took from her and set
them on the counter. She smiled at me and said,"You look very
pretty Slut, good job." I helped her off with her coat and hung it
up before serving her a glass of wine. She took it and told me, "
take my bags into the bedroom, but don't look in them...I have a
surprise for you." "Yes Mistress." I replied and started to obey
when she added," Stay in there until I get through with my call to
Mistress Rachel." I muttered another,"Yes Mistress.", picked up the
sacks and carried them to the bedroom. It wasn't fair to be treated
like a child, after all the trouble I'd gone through getting ready,
but as her slave I wasn't entitled to fairness.

     After about a half an hour of conversation, Chris finally came
to the bedroom and asked,"Did You douche Slut?" I was puzzled by
her question, but replied," No Mistress, I never douche." She
looked at me in a condescending manner asking," Oh Slut, do I have
to show you everything a girl should know?" She reached into one of
her sacks and pulled out an enema bag. Ordering, "Take off your
panties dearie; your Mistress will show you this time." she went to
fill the bag. THIS TIME? That meant that she was planning to add
another chore to the "get ready" process. I pulled down my panties
and stepped out of them.

     Chris returned holding the full enema bag and told me," Bend
over and grab your ankles slave, you do want to be clean for
tonight's party, don't you?" I muttered," Yes Mistress." and
complied. She inserted the nozzle in my anus and released the clip
flooding my insides with warm soapy water. I felt an instant need
for relief, but she kept me standing there for at least five
minutes before allowing me to hobble into the bathroom.

     The embarrassing noises made as my burden was released, caused
Chris to laugh at my discomfort which only increased my
humiliation. The cramps soon subsided, but it seemed to take
forever before there was nothing left to expel. I washed my bottom
and returned to the bedroom to find Mistress already dressed.

     Mistress Chris was wearing a black leather halter top which
pushed her magnificent breasts up very alluringly. Her black
leather skirt came to mid-thigh. She had high black leather spike-
heeled boots that went up beneath her skirt. I was stunned by her
beauty! She looked every bit the dominatrix I wanted to serve. I
was so lucky to have such a wonderful mistress! For years I had
wanted her to buy such garments, but she always thought spending
money on clothes she couldn't wear to work a foolish waste. After
one weekend with Mistress Rachel, she had thrown caution to the
winds and bought this wonderful outfit.

     She motioned for me to kneel in front of her and lifted her
skirt. She wore no panties! I kissed her wonderful pussy and
Mistress Chris was pleased by this sign of my submission. " You are
such a good slave Slut, I have a present for you." She said
reaching into her bag. She pulled out a lace-up corset ordering
me," Take off your dress and I'll help you into this." I quickly
obeyed and soon was laced very tightly into the corset. Breathing
was difficult and I wondered how I would be able to move while
wearing it. Mistress Chris praised," Darling, it does wonders for
your figure!" I looked in the full length mirror and saw that she
was right. It did improve my figure, and if it pleased Mistress I
would manage somehow. I put my dress back on.
     Mistress now handed me a butt plug and a jar of KY jelly
saying," Put this in your cunt Slut; it'll loosen you up for
later." I greased up the plug and forced it inside me embarrassed
that she was watching this process. She smiled pleasantly saying,"
Isn't it nice of me to be so considerate that I allow you to prepare
yourself and thereby avoid some of the pain associated with anal
rape?" I replied," Yes Mistress, that's very kind of you." and
meant it. If my ass was going to be raped, it would help to have it
prelubricated and loosened.

     As I reached for my panties, Mistress commanded,"Leave them
off tonight, I want to have your cute slave ass totally accessible
to me and my friends." I shuddered to think of countless hands
fondling my bare bottom, and worse; but merely dropped the panties
on the bed. Mistress motioned for me to follow her, so of course,
I did.

     We went to the hall closet where Mistress donned her long
leather coat and handed me a short cape to wear. She looked
wonderful, I looked very skimpily clad. Indeed I was! With my bare
bottom barely covered, I knew that every little breeze would
immediately be felt. I prayed that we wouldn't have to walk very
far from where we parked to get to the party. Bad enough to be
dressed like this without freezing or having to meet strangers on
the street.

     Mistress pointed to the overnight bag on the floor of the
closet and ordered," Bring that slave. Mistress Rachel told me a
Mistress always has a few toys along with her, so I packed a few
things." I picked up the bag and followed her into the garage.
Naturally she was going to drive, so I got in on the passenger
side. The seat was cold on my bare bottom, but my shivers were
mostly due to nervous apprehension of what lie ahead. I didn't know
what would happen, but was sure that it would not be pleasant for
me.

     Mistress drove expertly the few miles to the party, following
Mistress Rachel's directions like a born navigator. I was very
nervous about being outside our house for the first time dressed as
Slut. What if we got into an accident, or had a flat tire, or any
number of unforseen things which would expose my humiliating
condition?

     Mistress fondled my genitals with one hand as she drove
asking," You are going to be a good slave tonight, aren't you
Slut?"  I answered, "Yes Mistress." She continued." I want you to
obey without question any order you are given. Don't embarrass me
in front of the other Mistresses or Masters who will be there or
you will be very severely punished." This threat surprised me, as
our game didn't include a lot of pain. Some of Mistress Rachel's
ways were clearly rubbing off on her. I pledged," Mistress I will
be very obedient. You will be proud to show off how well trained
your slave is." And I meant it! My Mistress would not look foolish
in front of the others by having an errant slave. I would do my
best to make her proud!

     We arrived at the party location without incident, and found
a place to park only a few doors down the block. Mistress told me,
"Bring the bag slave, it's party time." I grabbed the bag and
followed her closely up to the house, where Mistress rang the bell.
Jerry answered the door and ushered us in. He was dressed in an
outfit almost the twin to mine, and obviously in his Slave role.
He curtsied to Mistress saying," Welcome to Mistress Rachel's
domain Mistress Chris." He helped her off with her coat and hung it
in the closet as Mistress Rachel appeared. She immediately gave
Chris a big hug and kissed her warmly.

     After a few minutes of caressing and greeting they parted and
Mistress Rachel told Slave," Take Slut's cape and hang it up." He
stepped behind me and removed my cape, taking the liberty of
reaching one hand under my dress to fondle my bare buns before
hanging it up. It was apparent that he still thought I was his
"girlfriend" and open to his full use. I had been hoping that was
a one time thing.

     Mistress Rachel looked at me critically for a few moments
before saying, " It's nice to see you again Slut, Mistress Chris
has done a good job of making such a worthless slave look
presentable." Mistress Chris indeed; I had gotten ready all by
myself and it angered me not to get credit for it. I didn't show my
anger, but merely said," Yes Mistress Rachel." I noticed Mistress
Chris smile discretely, and knew she was pleased with my answer.
Mistress Rachel took Chris's hand in hers and led her into the
living room while Slave and I followed obediently.

     The living room was one of those large rooms associated with
mansions of the late nineteenth century. Sitting on the couches and
fine leather chairs were two Masters and two more Mistresses. Their
status was instantly apparent since they were all dressed in black
leather outfits and comfortably seated. Their slaves either knelt
at their feet or stood respectfully behind them. The slaves wore
mostly frilly, skimpy outfits except for one girl who was naked
wearing only painful looking nipple clamps. Her pussy was shaved
adding to her naked, helpless appearance; and her petite body had
several welts as evidence of her Master's displeasure.

     Mistress Rachel started the introductions saying," Let me
present Mistress Chris to you Masters and my fellow Mistresses, she
has only one incompletely trained slave, but she has great
potential and is a fantastic partner in bed!" Mistress Chris
announced," This is Slut, it is a pretty good slave and I hereby
give my permission for you to use it for any purpose you might
desire." I cringed inwardly since I had trusted Mistress to protect
me from the others possible excessive mistreatment and she had so
nonchalantly given me over to them. As previously instructed by
slave, I smiled sweetly and gave a little curtsy to the Dominant
ones.

     Master Jack arose, kissed Chris's hand gallantly and said,"
Pleased to meet you Chris, I'm sure we'll get to be very good
friends." He was a big man and with his imposing presence augmented
by his leather outfit seemed to personify the title Master. He gave
a quick wave to the naked girl and she moved to kneel before Chris
kissing her feet. Master Jack told Chris," This is slave M, and she
is of course at your service. You may beat her, or order her to do
anything you choose."  Chris said," Thank you Jack, that's very
nice of you." and kissed him warmly on the mouth.

     Sir William was next to greet Chris. He was no bigger than I,
but exuded that quiet confidence of someone who knew that any
commands he gave would be obeyed. Standing in my Slut outfit, I
envied this man who took what ever he wanted from any slave. He
presented his slave "Cunt" to Chris. "This is slave Cunt, Chris and
I offer her for your use any way you see fit." he said and followed
that with," She is quite well trained and has served me well; I'm
sure that you will be pleased with her performance." Slave Cunt was
a larger woman, a bit on the heavy side. She wore a very short
skirt, that didn't even cover her shaved pussy, and a push-up bra
that left her pierced nipples exposed. She also knelt and kissed
Chris's feet to demonstrate her submission to a Mistress. Chris
thanked Sir William and kissed him as a sign of solidarity amongst
Dominants.

     Mistress Goddess now came up to embrace and kiss Chris as a
warm welcome to their group. She said," Rachel has raved about how
wonderful you are, we'll have to get together a little later." She
then presented her slave Twink. He was a middle-aged man, with a
bit of a paunch, dressed as a harem slave wearing baggy red silk
pants, a matching vest with no shirt underneath, and purple
slippers that curled up at the toes. Like all of us slaves; he
looked ridiculous. It must have been some understanding among the
Dominants that a slave be dressed in such a degrading fashion to
keep them subservient. Along with the slave name it seemed to be
very effective; I know how submissive I felt in my role as Slut!
As Twink knelt to kiss Chris's feet, his vest opened and I noticed
that his nipples were also pierced with rings in them.

     The final Mistress to welcome Chris was Mistress Zelda, a very
tall, large framed, well built woman. She must be a weight lifter,
I decided by looking at her muscles. I knew that I would have been
no match for her in a struggle, she could have easily overpowered
me. She had a cruel look about her, and the whip she carried coiled
over her shoulder made me fear her all the more. If this powerful
woman ever unleashed her fury the consequences would be severe
indeed! I vowed not to displease her.

     Zelda hugged Chris and presented her slave Becky for Chris's
use. Becky was a short young man, made to look like a girl. He wore
a ballerina's tutu with no panties. Like me, his body was totally
shaved; a status that seemed to be the norm for slaves. when he
knelt to kiss Chris's feet, I was startled to see tattooed on his
bare bottom; "Zelda's Slave." ! These people weren't playing a
game, they were very serious about their lifestyle! I had gotten
myself into a situation where my fantasies seemed very tame by
comparison to what was likely to occur. Every instinct cried out
for me to run, but I realized the folly of that course of action.
They could have easily caught me and administered severe
punishment. Besides, where would I go dressed like this? With no
money or car keys in a bad neighborhood; I was probably better off
staying here and hoping for the best.

     With the introductions complete, Mistress Rachel announced
that supper was nearly ready and that the Dominants, could go into
the dining room to be served. She said Slave and slave M have been
working all day to prepare a feast worthy of them. She asked," Jack and
Zelda would you mind taking Slut to the Playroom so she will be
ready for her initiation ceremony?" They replied in unison," We'd
be glad to Rachel, we'll be right back up to eat."

     Master Jack and Mistress Zelda moved to either side of me and
escorted me down the basement to the Playroom. I should have known,
the Playroom was a fully equipped dungeon! Mistress Zelda told
me,"Take off your pretty dress Slut and hang it up over there on
one of those hooks." With both of those large menacing Doms glaring
at me I didn't hesitate to obey. When I had hung my dress up I
quickly returned to their sides. They took me by the hands and led
me to a table with bright lights overhead, where I was made to lie
down on my back. They efficiently strapped my hands with leather
straps affixed to the base of the table. Several leather straps
secured my body to the table. My feet were placed in stirrups like
those in a doctors office and strapped in place. A leather hood was
pulled over my head and strapped firmly in place. Master Jack said,
"Make yourself comfortable Slut, your initiation will begin after
we have eaten. This hood will keep the bright lights from bothering
your eyes." Mistress Zelda whispered huskily in my ear," I'll be
back to see you later Slut; this is going to be a night you will
never forget." With these remarks they left me in helpless bondage
and went off to enjoy their meal.

     I had thought myself ready for anything after the weekend with
Rachel and Jerry, but now seriously worried what kind of things my
initiation would involve that would require such strict bondage. I
could faintly hear their cheerful voices coming from their feast,
they seemed to be having a good time up there. My fears magnified
during the two hours or so that I lay helplessly awaiting my fate,
until I was in a near panic by the time I heard someone enter the
room.

     Wordlessly someone straddled my face and forced me to lick her
pussy. It had to be Mistress Goddess, I reasoned; there was pubic
hair, so it couldn't be either of the slave girls. I already knew
the taste of Mistress Chris and Mistress Rachel, and it was neither
of them. The person wasn't large enough to be Mistress Zelda;
leaving Mistress Goddess to be the owner of the pussy I was
slurping. My freedom might be gone, but I could still think!

     While I was so engaged, I felt some hands remove my butt plug
which I was thankful for; until it was replaced with a real cock.
Suddenly I realized my initiation would be to service every one of
the Doms. Well I would show them that I could handle that! After
the way I had been used two weeks before, I knew I could.  The
thrusting strokes of the cock in my ass were matched by the hip
thrusts of Mistress Goddess riding my face, so I adjusted my
tongue's tempo accordingly. The two Dominants reached orgasm
simultaneously; a clear demonstration that they had practiced this
routine on other occasions.

     The pussy lifted from my face and was shortly replaced with a
slimy cock put to my lips for cleaning. I dutifully licked it
clean, thankful now for the enema that had cleaned me out. At least
there was no shit on it this time! Mistress had been right to
administer it!

     Even before I had finished cleaning one cock, I felt the
intrusion of another entering my ass. Strapped immobile as I was,
I could do nothing to avoid being ravished again. Another pussy was
soon astride my face, Mistress Rachel. I recognized the taste of
her pussy when it was filled with Slave's semen, as it was now. She
must have been serviced by him already. Once more my mouth and ass
were both engaged to make me an unwilling middleman in a perverse
three way encounter.

     The rampaging cock now raping my ass was significantly larger
than the previous one, so I assumed it belonged to Master Jack.
Despite the larger size it moved inside my well lubricated ass
fairly easily. Although this dual ravishment, following so soon
after the other, was stretching my endurance to the limit; I kept
thinking that this was four down and only two left to go. One to go
really, since I figured that Mistress Chris would be gentle with
me. At last they were finished with their tandem ride and after the
usual cleanup they left. I lay there still secured to the table, a
horrible taste in my mouth, my ass sore and oozing slime, exhausted
but happy that my initiation was nearly completed.

     My sense of time had deserted me, but it seemed like a long
time until I again heard a sound. In my weariness, I had nearly
drifted off to sleep when I heard Mistress Zelda's Husky voice
saying,"Well Slut, you sure are a mess!" Someone removed My
blindfold and I blinked under the bright lights. I had been hooded
for some hours by now and it took me a while to get used to the
light once more. When my eyes adjusted, I saw Mistress Zelda was
accompanied by slaves M, Cunt, and Twink. "Clean this bitch up,
she's not fit for my use in this condition." Mistress Zelda
ordered. The slaves scurried to do her bidding and were soon
washing my sweaty body and come oozing ass with nice warm water. It
felt wonderfully soothing to be so pampered as they softly wiped me
dry with luxurious towels. I said," Thank you Mistress Zelda." ;
thinking that perhaps I had misjudged her.

     She snorted scornfully," I'm not doing this for you, I don't
give a shit for your feelings slave! I just refuse to work with a
filthy slave." When she took the whip from her shoulder, I trembled
in fear, but relaxed a bit as she handed it to Cunt. "M sit on
Slut's mouth to keep her quiet." Mistress Zelda ordered. Without
the hood now I could watch as the smooth hairless pussy was lowered
onto my face. It was a very attractive sight, which seemed
remarkable considering I had been forced to pleasure two pussies
already this evening.

     "Twink suck that pitiful clit of Slut's." was Mistress's next
command. My cock was quickly sucked into Twink's nice warm mouth.
Was I to get some pleasure and relief at last? "Cunt strap on the
black dildo and fuck Slut." Mistress ordered, and soon I felt my
weary ass being filled to bursting once more. At least this time I
hoped to have an orgasm myself! This prospect overcame my disgust
at having to service other slaves.

     While I was fully involved with three slaves working on me,
Mistress Zelda pulled one of my nipples very hard with what felt
like a pair of pliers. My shock at this was almost immediately
replaced with searing pain as a large needle was shoved through my
nipple! My scream was muffled by M's Pussy covering my face. In
horror, I realized that my nipples were being pierced! Of course,
all the slaves had their nipples pierced! Why had I thought I would
be treated differently?

     The dildo thrusting continued unchanging in tempo as if
nothing had happened. The sucking on my cock and the grinding of
the pussy on my face also went on unabated. The large needle passed
completely through the nipple and was quickly followed by a ring
being installed in the resulting hole. My other nipple was even
worse, since I knew it was coming. Just at the moment the needle
was shoved through my second nipple, I came in Twink's mouth! The
relief of orgasm somewhat abated the intense pain form my violated
nipple. My second nipple ring was now in place. All activity now
ceased. They had not been after sexual pleasure, it had all been to
divert my attention while Mistress Zelda accomplished her fiendish
designs.

     Slave M lifted off my face allowing me to look at my new
jewelry. One gold ring was now permanently installed in each
nipple. My poor nipples throbbed from their painful desecration.
The rings looked strangely pretty on my chest, but I could imagine
the new levels of control Chris would be able to achieve using
them. Twink came to my face and kissed me transferring his mouthful
of come to me. I swallowed it easily; my own come being now very
familiar. Mistress Zelda laughed at the tears running down my
cheeks saying," Poor baby, the pain from that is nothing compared
to what I could inflict with my whip, or by branding." Turning to
the other slaves she ordered," Release the bitch, get her cleaned
up and bring her upstairs." , and abruptly left the room.

     The straps were released and they helped me to stand. While
Cunt washed me, Twink freshened my makeup and M wiped my bleeding
nipples gently with alcohol. M instructed me in the precautions
needed to prevent infection and facilitate the healing of my
wounded nipples. They all seemed to be genuinely concerned for my
welfare; having been through a very similar ordeal themselves at
one time or another. I would have been content to stay here with
them, but as soon as they had me presentable we all went upstairs.
The rings jiggled with each step I took; making me acutely aware of
my throbbing nipples. I wondered if it would always be this way
from now on.

     Walking back into the living room I felt very self-conscious
with my naked bottom no longer even covered with my maid dress. My
shaved cock felt even more exposed than usual and my nipple rings
dangled outside my bra. Mistress Rachel called me over to where she
was chatting with Sir William and Mistress Goddess. Slave Becky was
on her knees sucking on Sir William's cock.  She said," Your new
jewelry looks very pretty Slut." , and kissed each of my nipples.
I murmured, " Thank you Mistress." bowing in submission.

     Mistress Goddess caressed my bare bottom and gave my cock a
few strokes bringing it to erection. " Look at how cute her little
thing stands up; I think Slut wants to come again." she said. " Do
you want to come Slut?" , she asked sweetly. With the stroking
arousing me even in my battered condition, I answered, " Yes
Mistress Goddess." She released my cock and ordered, " Go ahead
then, jack yourself off for us." In complete humiliation I began
stroking myself. As my orgasm approached she told M to kneel in
front of me and take my load in her mouth. With no outward sign of
surprise M knelt and opened her mouth. I shot my come into her
mouth, nearly collapsing from a combination of exhaustion and
sexual relief. " That's a good girl Slut, now kiss M to thank her."
Mistress demanded. I kissed M on the mouth tasting my unswallowed
come still there.

     Sir William nodded his approval of my obedience, then said, "
Slut, you'd better see if Mistress Chris desires your services.
You'll find her in the large bedroom at the end of the hall."  I
replied, " Yes, Sir William." and went down the hall. I hadn't seen
Chris since our arrival and badly needed her company after all I
had endured for her!

     The bedroom door was open and as I entered, I saw Chris on the
bed with the others. She was on her back being fucked by Master
Jack while Mistress Zelda was kissing her and caressing her
breasts. Slave stood by the bed, holding their clothes. Mistress
Zelda was wearing a strap-on dildo. I stood quietly watching Chris
having orgasm after orgasm until Jack finally came. How had it come
to this? I was pitifully watching somebody else fuck my wife while
I merely stood there waiting to display my new nipple rings.

     When they had recovered from the throes of orgasm, Jack
motioned to Slave to clean his cock. Chris looked up to see me
standing there and waved me over to her. " Oh Slut, they look so
nice on you and they truly mark you as my slave."  She hooked a
finger in each ring and gave a slight tug causing me to lurch
forward to avoid the pain. " These will be very useful as well as
decorative." she remarked. She could envision the added power so
easily gained by the mere manipulation of these rings. She smiled
and kissed me lightly on the cheek as she would a child.

     Mistress Zelda asked, " Chris may I borrow Slut for a bit?"
Chris had spread her legs for Slave to clean her bottom and
casually answered," Of course Zelda, just bring it back to me when
you're finished."  How could she be so callous about turning me
over to this Amazon after all I had been through? I felt betrayed,
but when Mistress Zelda grabbed me by the balls I followed her into
another bedroom.

     Upon entering the room Mistress Zelda ordered me to kneel on
the bed with my ass in the air and said," Slut you've been a good
slave tonight, so I'm not going to punish you." I felt a surge of
relief; her whip still terrified me. Then she added," But, I am
going to give you three strokes on each cheek with my whip just to
leave my mark on you." She swung the whip and it landed with a loud
crack on my ass. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but I didn't
dare move. Two more strokes quickly landed on my left cheek and
were followed by three more on my right cheek. I was sobbing openly
now with tears streaming down my cheeks. Mistress Zelda had me look
at my ass in the mirror; the welts formed a perfect Z on each
cheek!  The woman was better than Zorro!

    Mistress Zelda removed her top and nestled my head to her bosom
consoling me with, " If I were punishing you, it would have been
fifty strokes. I wanted you to wear my mark for a few days and you
are willing to endure a little pain for me, aren't you Slut?" I
sobbed out, " Yes Mistress." as she gently laid me on the bed. For
a woman so big and strong she was surprisingly gentle as she had me
suckle her nipples. I felt almost like a child nursing, with her
strong arms holding me close. When she guided my face to her
crotch, it was done almost lovingly and I willingly licked her
pussy. It was the first time tonight that it didn't feel as if I
was forced to perform this task. Even when she put the strap-on
dildo back on and fucked my ass, it was more like lovemaking than
rape. I felt loved and in returned knew that I would gladly serve
this Mistress, even though it took my receiving pain to excite her.
When she was satisfied, we fell asleep with me wrapped in her arms,
feeling protected and secure.

    I was awakened to find full daylight when Mistress Zelda got
out of bed. Slave Becky was helping her dress and I lay quietly
watching her prepare to resume her stern Mistress role. When she
was fully dressed with her makeup applied she turned to me and
snapped," Get your lazy  ass out of bed Slut, get dressed and
report back to Mistress Chris!" I hastened to obey, both from fear
of punishment and a genuine desire to see my own Mistress. As I
moved both the welts on my ass and the pain in my nipples reminded
me of all that had transpired last night. I put my high-heeled
shoes back on and went down to the Playroom to retrieve my dress.

     Even empty this dungeon was a sinister place. All of the
instruments of pain were neatly arrayed, either hanging from pegs
or laying on shelves. The shackles, chains and straps hung empty
now, but ominously available for use. I quickly found my dress, put
it on gingerly trying to avoid snagging my nipple rings; and
hurried from this place of pain.

     Walking up the stairs, I met M on her way down. She took my
hand and said," Come with me honey, you look a mess."  Leading me
to a bathroom, she redid my makeup, brushed my wig, and sprayed
squirts of perfume on me. She warned me of the folly of appearing
before the Doms in disarray. " They feel insulted if you look
unkempt and they WILL punish you." When she felt I looked ready,
she kissed me and led the way to Mistress Chris. Following her I
noticed a Z on each of her ass cheeks also. Mistress Zelda had used
her too.

     The Masters and Mistresses were in the dining room finishing
their breakfasts. Slave and Cunt wearing only lacy aprons were
serving them as waiters. Twink and Becky were on all fours eating
from dog dishes without using their hands. They also sported fresh
Z's on their behinds. Quite a contrast, emphasizing the gap between
Master and slave. The Masters and Mistresses ate in luxury while
the slaves endured humiliation.

     When I went to Mistress Chris to report in, she gave me a pat
on my ass, causing me to wince in pain. She noticed this reaction
and had me lift my dress. Seeing the welts she broke out laughing
and said," Zelda baby, You are a trip! You got them all!" All of
the Doms laughed at this except Zelda, who modestly nodded her head
accepting this praise. Their glee was not shared by the slaves
who's pain had paid for this enjoyment.

     Mistress announced, " Well thank you Rachel for a wonderful
party. I enjoyed meeting your friends and had a WONDERFUL time!"
She was grinning from ear to ear. She really had enjoyed herself.
"Fetch my coat Slut, we have to go now." She commanded. Mistress
Rachel asked her,"Do you have to leave so soon? Slut hasn't eaten
yet and Slave can easily fix her up a bowl in a minute." I was
impressed that Mistress Rachel had even bothered to remember that
I hadn't eaten. Mistress Chris replied, " No thanks Rachel, Slut
still has a lot of work to do when I get her home; besides I didn't
get a bit of sleep last night. I need a nap." Eager to leave this
place of torment, I rapidly retrieved our wraps.

     Returning with Mistress Chris's coat, wearing my cape I
watched Mistress embrace and caresses each of the other Doms
goodbye. It was obvious that she had been intimate with each of
them at some time last night. She was really getting into the bi
stuff it seemed. She always had loved men. I was forced to go to
each Dom and demonstrate my submission by kissing their feet. A
small matter I thought, since I had already kissed much worse
places on each of them.

     Once our goodbyes were completed, we left and went to our car.
It seemed that a lifetime had passed since we had been in the car
instead of only eighteen hours. In the familiar environment of our
car, the previous experience became more like a bad dream than
reality. I wished it had all been merely a nightmare, but my sore
ass and new nipple rings would not allow me the mercy of such
pretense. The welts would fade in a few days or weeks, but those
rings were now a permanent reminder of my slave status.

     Mistress Chris drove home babbling like a happy child about
all the fun she'd had with each of the Doms and describing in
detail what she'd done with each of them. I rode silently,
listening with dismay as she boasted of the humiliations she'd
heaped on the other slaves. Under the guidance of the Masters and
Mistresses she had gone far beyond anything she would have thought
of on her own. All the worse for me, she had loved it! The
excitement in her voice as she related her exploits, left little
doubt in my mind that she was ready to push even further. There was
no turning back now!

     Home never looked so good to me as we walked into our house,
I was anxious to return to our normal relationship. Chris hugged
and kissed me and told me," I'm so proud of you Slut. You behaved
like a perfect slave last night!" She fondled my bare privates
saying," I love you so much, and know that you must love me very
much to endure all you have, just to please me." Just as my cock got
fully hard, she whirled around and headed for the bedroom. Thinking
I was going to be allowed to fuck her at last I started to follow
her. She turned back to me and said," Not now slave, get out of that
outfit and get cleaned up. Don't forget to tend to your nipple ring
rotation and cleaning." With that she went to take a nap, leaving
me standing there with an unsatisfied erection added to my other
discomforts.

     Later, as I soaked in a warm bath tending to my aching body,
I realized that my life had been forever changed. Even if we
continued having Date Night only twice a month, which now seemed
dubious, I would be reminded constantly by my rings of how easily Chris
could turn me over to anybody else's abuse. She had always loved
me, but now I felt she loved Slut even more. It was a problem with
no ready solution. I knew that I couldn't live without her, but was
afraid of what life with her would become. While idly toying with
my rings, I decided to continue on. At least for a while....











      






