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THREE SLAVES FOR THREE
SADISTS
PART 8
The other day, Mistresses
Nadine and Jeanette left
Which means, of course, that
I have three slaves to look after, and being a sadist you would think that I’m
in my element, but I can tell you sometimes it’s hard fuckin’ work!
For starters, I have to
oversee the hour’s work-out session all on my little lonesome,
and it’s all right doing it from time to time, but every morning while the
ladies are away for four nights? Still, it’s one of the chores of being a domina, I guess.
While the girls were away, I
decided to pick one of the three and make him my “personal” slave, as it were
and that’s not too difficult. Jake, or rather “Brownie”, the dear 32-year-old
millionaire, is my favorite. While he’s the oldest of
the trio he’s also possibly the sweetest and – being a urine freak – almost
certainly the kinkiest.
Anyway, the girls had hardly
loaded the trunk of the Viper and gone down the drive, than I issued the
instructions.
“Brownie,” I told the lovely
old thing, with his hang-dog look and puppy dog brown eyes, “you are to be my
personal slave while the girls are away.
“Blackie, you’re in charge
of Blondie, and I’m taking Brownie upstairs now for some rest and relaxation,
and I don’t want to be hearing from you for a while.
“I’m
trusting you to both work out without supervision this morning, so get
into the gym, I’ll be down in 55 minutes to make the ‘announcement’,” I told
them, and they trooped off to get into their black and white rubber posing pouches.
Now how, I may hear you ask,
can I possibly make a fair announcement on whose been
the best work-out slave during the hour’s gym work-outs when I’ve not been
there to supervise?
Simple. As I told you in part 7, I make the announcement
arbitrarily, and therefore I don’t even have to be in attendance to make my
decision. And since they’re slaves and I’m their dominatrix, fairness doesn’t
enter it!
Upstairs, I stripped off my
tight-sitting black satin dress to reveal only a narrow, black leather garter
belt, which held up shiny black seamed stockings. Kicking off my Christian Louboutins, I ordered Brownie “Puff up the pillows, slut!”
and when he had done so, I lay back on the bed and pointed to my freshly-shaved
snatch.
No words were needed, of
course, and the lovely old thing was soon hard at work lapping away at my quim,
which was soon awash with sex juice as his tongue is one of those really expert
licking devices – one of the reasons I’d had an affair with him before I
recruited him as the first of our three slaves, in fact.
When he was a couple of
minutes into his oral adoration, I informed him, quite casually, as one does,
that I was feeling a slight need to urinate, and that it would probably
increase as time went by.
“So if I come before I piddle,
you will stay down there ready to drink me down, OK, piss slut?” I informed
him.
Brownie, of course, is too
well-behaved a slave to ever stop from performing cunnilingus to actually speak
to his domme while doing the act, so he merely placed
his hand up above his shoulder with a “thumbs up” signal, that way not missing
a beat in his task of bringing me to complete satisfaction.
I then checked on my watch,
and saw that Blondie and Blackie would have been exercising their trimmed, taut
bodies down in the gym for 20 minutes, which meant that Brownie would need to
bring me off within the next 25 minutes.
I then decided that it was
time I released my pent-up bladder into the 32-year-old. “Piss incoming,” I
informed him, stroking his lovely upper back, and then I sighed and allowed the
liquid to pass from my bladder to his mouth.
Brownie sucked me down
expertly, his mouth forming a seal over my labia lips on my signal and for some
25 to 30 seconds he gulped down my mid-morning treat for the piss slut.
Then, after a few moments of
worship around the labia lips to remove as much of the urine’s traces as he
could, Brownie resumed his oral attention.
Now that I was relaxed from
emptying my bladder into the millionaire’s mouth, I found that I could now
concentrate totally on cumming on his tongue and
lips, and soon he was flicking and finally, flat-tonguing on my clitoris as my
climax exploded on him.
I checked my
diamond-encrusted Rolex Oyster and found that the boys had 15 minutes to go, so
I permitted Brownie the delight of mounting me.
The naked slut soon had his
cock deep in my cunt, his pussy-stained mouth pressing on me, kissing me
slowly, expertly, as he plunged up and down in me. And no, I don’t mind that a
bit – in fact, it gives me a thrill to be able to taste the glorious traces of
my sex juices on a slave’s mouth as he performs oh-so-grateful intercourse.
As he pistoned
away inside me, I ran my fingers through his almost jet-black hair and asked:
“The boys down in the gym – who shall I choose as the poorest performer, slut
boy?”
Brownie grinned. It always
made his day when I allowed him to make a decision on such a subject,
it made him more of a partner in our little games than a subby!
“Make Blondie the worst of
the two,” he said, kissing me on the throat, then
panting: “Please, Mistress Pat, I’m dangerously close to ejaculation. Permission to withdraw, please, mistress!”
I complied with his request,
of course. No sense it getting sheets soiled with disgusting male cum, is
there? Not that the clean-up would be a problem for me, but it would for
Brownie!
“Right,” I said, “Blondie it
will be. OK, let’s go give ‘em the news.”
Downstairs, I swept into the
gym, naked but for the garter belt, stockings and high-heeled Louboutins. Brownie, of course, was totally naked, his cock
thick and high, his foreskin pulled back to his ring – I had not given him
permission to adjust it since he withdrew from my cunt, and I always insist on
slaves having to wait to make such a personal adjustment, it’s part of the domme’s control, isn’t it?
Inside the gym, we found
that Blackie and Blondie were both covered in a lovely sheen of wetness, a sure
sign that they had been working out properly and not slacking off. They
daren’t, of course, in case I make a surprise visit when they’re exercising
under supervision – keep slaves on their toes, one of the major rules in
domination, correct?
As they stood stiffly to
attention, I looked sternly at Blondie and barked: “You were fuckin’ pathetic in your so-called exercises today, slut.
Assume the position!”
Of course, I had no way of
knowing if that was the case or not, but I’d made up my mind – or, rather,
Brownie had helped me make it up – and that was all there was to it.
“Blackie, get behind his
cute little ass and give him a good reaming,” I ordered, and the quickly
erecting black man moved into position.
Then I turned to Brownie.
“OK, slut, give him a taste of my cunt!” and the
32-year-old almost ran to get into position and push his
foreskin-pulled-back-cock into the boy’s mouth.
It also would have given
Blondie a thrill, too, because I know he gets off on tasting my sex juice on a
cock after one of the other two slaves have been “servicing” me.
I let the two older boys
perform for a while, then I called out: “OK, break it up, that’s enough. Now,
Blackie and Blondie to your rooms and find me some really raunchy porn on the
internet. Ten pictures each, get ‘em printed out.
“The slave who has the best
portfolio escapes any more punishment for the day, while the loser has to
service a domme and two sluts. Now, get to it! Time limit one hour!”
And the two naked lads,
cocks erect, ran from the gym to get on with their “web porno homework”. I do
so like to set them exercises!
As they left, I turned to
Brownie. “Now, my lovely old slut, don’t think that just because the two
youngsters have enjoyed an hour of hard work that you’re going to escape!
“You can start right away,
and look how much fun it’s going to be! One on one with your domina! Won’t that me fun!”
Brownie muttered something
along the lines of “Yes, Mistress Pat” as he started to get ready for his
toe-touching, limbering up exercises while I went to fetch my single-tailed
lash hanging from a piece of gym equipment.
See what I mean about
keeping ‘em on their toes?
To be continued.
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