Chapter Six

A Punishing Weekend, Friday

Those three first weeks in chastity were…’difficult’. Christ, who am I kidding? They were torture but ultimately I was focused on the next time that I’d see Laura. She and Christine had obviously constructed a scenario for me that was based on my total abstinence. But Laura had very definitely promised me “something special” – something that I was certainly desperate to experience. I owed Christine three punishment sessions. It wasn’t clear to me what kind of punishment this would entail, but I’d also agreed, even requested, to have them introduce corporal punishment to the “game”.

Over the three weeks we were separated I’d reported my weight back regularly to the girls. They were delighted by my progress – I’d now lost about sixteen pounds and the sessions in the gym were really starting to show in my toned up muscles. My last two lab reports had scored close to full marks so I was succeeding in all the goals they’d set me.

I’d also taken to calling Joy at regular intervals, nagging her into seeing her social worker, nagging her about education courses, and nagging her to see the Army recruiting people. Eventually I realised she rather liked me nagging her. And to be honest I rather liked to be the one doing the nagging for a change! I made sure to clear the call logs on my phone just in case Laura decided to check.

During the three week period I’d also bumped into Amy a few times as we criss-crossed the campus. Once we actually passed on the same path and we stopped to say hello. She kissed me on the cheek, but it was just in a friendly way, and she seemed fine. I was so relieved. But as she walked away I felt as though somebody was stealing part of my soul.

Dave was puzzled, “What goin’ on between you two lovebirds? She’s obviously got the hots for you. Are you savin’ yourself for Laura? Bit more boot lickin’ to do?”

“It’s complicated,” I said lamely.

“It always is mate. It always is,” he sighed.

Friday finally arrived, and it was with great excitement I caught the bus to Laura’s house. I’d been in chastity for three whole weeks! The bus was delayed and by the time I arrived it was almost 7.00pm. Christine opened the door wearing a very nice “little black dress”, and as usual she was impeccably made up. I immediately noticed the key hanging on a silver chain around her neck.

“Wow!” I said. “You look gorgeous…sorry Mistress!” To my surprise she smiled and kissed me on the cheek as I came through the door and showed me into the lounge.

“And you’re late!!” she said with a grin, and waving her hands in mock panic. “Laura’s just finishing getting ready. We were going to build up to the surprise if you’d been here earlier, but there’s a taxi booked for us in about fifteen minutes, so here’s the plan. We decided we’ve been horrible to you lately and you’ve done really well adjusting to your new situation. So we’re taking you out for a nice meal as a reward. I know you’re supposed to have those punishment sessions, but they can wait until next week, or whenever. I wanted to apologize because I’ve been much too hard on you. Can you forgive me, John?” she actually kissed me on the lips this time. It was nice.

“Of…of course, Christine. Sorry Mistress Christine!” I stammered.

“Good job I’m off duty tonight, isn’t it?” she chuckled, and moved close to me conspiratorially. I suddenly breathed in her perfume and felt a little giddy.

“Listen!” she whispered. “I’m going to tell you right now that whatever you see Laura wearing; you will be amazed at what’s underneath. She bought it especially for you, and she even refused to let me see her wearing it. I’m so jealous!” she giggled. “I know we’re all dolled up, but if you want to spruce up a bit too you’ve just about got time. We can do a quick weigh-in for you too. It’s not fair to feed you up and then weigh you, is it? You might think I’m trying to make you fail, and I’m not John, honestly.”

Christine led me by the hand upstairs to the bathroom and I stripped off and got on the scales. She made a note on a chart, and did a quick sum in her head. She stroked her hands over the chastity device and I gasped at the touch.

“OK your target for the three weeks was nine pounds. And you’ve lost…wait for it…fourteen pounds!” She kissed me on the cheek, and then rubbed off the lipstick. “What a good boy! And I already know all your marks have improved. You see why we’re treating you so nicely?”

The weight loss wasn’t a surprise to me, I’d been keeping track on the gym scales. If Christine had weighed me in the morning I would have been another two or three pounds lighter. The funny thing was I was eating loads of food now – but it was a lot different from the greasy crap I usually ate. And of course I wasn’t drinking.

“Yes Mistress,” I stammered. “Thank you, Mistress Christine!”

“We’re also letting you have a little drink tonight as well, but if you’ll take my advice I would go easy. You’ll want to be in top form later on when you get her back here. Do you get my point?” She winked at me.

She scurried out of the bathroom, telling me to hurry and get changed. I was left standing there, bemused. This was amazing, I thought. And my mind began to race at the thought of what Laura might be wearing under her clothes! How sexy! We’d be having dinner in a public restaurant and yet there’d be a secret sexual aspect to it that only the three of us would share. Wow!

I tried to think if I’d brought anything decently smart to wear, and then remembered I’d left my suit here several months back when Laura and I had attended a friend’s wedding. What a stroke of luck!

I jumped into the shower and dried off as quickly as I could. Then I threw on my shirt, tie and suit. The suit was clean, but it had seen better days, and now seemed to hang on my trimmer frame like a tent. The brown shoes didn’t really go with it, but they were better than trainers.

Laura was wearing the same blue satin party dress that she had worn for the Snowball – the night we ended up sleeping together for the first time. I had very fond memories of that dress, and I was intrigued to know what she could be hiding under it! She looked gorgeous with her hair up, and her makeup applied perfectly. I was telling her how lovely she was when I noticed something.

“But…your breasts!” I said, gaping at the lovely cleavage that was protruding from the dress.

“Well I know you like them John, but please try not to drool sweetheart,” she giggled.

“There should still be marks, shouldn’t there?” I stammered. “From that caning last week. Surely they wouldn’t have faded yet, would they?”

Laura blushed and shared a look at Christine.

“Oh come now, John!” Christine told me. “You don’t think I’d punish Laura that severely, do you?”

“You did fake it?” I asked in amazement. “I thought you must have. But how? I was listening and I honestly thought you’d faked it. But then I saw the marks…there was no time for you to fake it! I don’t get it.”

Laura gave an embarrassed smile. “Right. Well we recorded the whole of the audio bit beforehand. Christine hit the cane against an orange – that seemed to produce the right sound. Then we played that recording after Christine put the hankie over the lens. That gave us loads of time to make the marks on my chest with a red felt pen. And the sweat was baby oil and a water spray. Once the recording was finished we just pulled the hankie off the lens and went live. It was clever, wasn’t it?”

I suddenly found it difficult to catch my breath. I’d been worried sick about Laura taking that beating. “But the phone call!” I gasped. “The next day…”

“She’s a wonderful actress, isn’t she, John?” Christine smirked. “I was so proud of her!”

“Oh sweetheart!” Laura said, hugging me. “I’m sorry if you were worried but we didn’t have many other ways to make you suffer. Did you really hate Christine for hurting me?”

I nodded dumbly. I didn’t know what to say, but luckily at that moment the taxi arrived. I sat in the front with the driver and the girls were in the back. During the ten minute ride to the restaurant I decided to interpret the caning incident as yet another way that Christine could fuck with my mind – even from miles away. She was really something she looked so beautiful tonight I thought I could forgive her almost anything. But what would I do if I could just get her tied down to a bed for five minutes – just five minutes with me, and a sturdy bamboo cane. That would be…

“There it is!” Laura cried. “The Blue Lagoon, at the end there driver please!” she said brightly.

The evening was brilliant! I made sure to eat and drink in moderation. An over-full stomach does nothing to enhance sexual appetite, I’ve always found. I was quite sparkling in my conversation. We arrived back at the house just after ten o’clock. Christine offered to make a round of coffees and left Laura and I alone together in the lounge. As we sat on the couch together she slid her arms around me and kissed me.

“John, I want you to know that whatever else happens this weekend I missed you like crazy,” she was staring me in the eyes and holding my hand tightly.

“I…I want to believe that so much, Laura,” I whispered. I looked down in despair.

“Is it because we tricked you?” she asked. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to,” I said again.

She reached out and took my other hand in hers. She looked me in the eyes. “John, you know how you can never lie to me?” she whispered. I nodded dumbly.

“I can look in your eyes and I always know John. I always know.”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Well look in my eyes now my darling,” she told me.

I did. I gazed into those lovely hazel brown eyes and I wished so hard that I could believe her. “I love you, John,” she told me. “These past three weeks without you here have been the most difficult time I can ever remember. I thought about you every day, sometimes many times a day. I thought of how well you’ve done losing all that weight, getting fit and so hunky. God, you look so hot! And you’re doing so well at university, I’m so proud of you, my darling! I don’t think you’re a loser anymore, John. Or at least, you’re well on the path away from that person you used to be and I think I’d die without you. Can you believe all that? Can you tell in your heart that I’m telling you the truth?”

As she spoke I felt my heart literally fluttering, this moment was so intense. “I…I…yes I do believe you, darling,” I whispered. I could feel a swell of emotion bubbling up inside me.

“Well it’s true,” she told me. “But we’re going to tease you this weekend John. We’ve got loads of things…” She didn’t have time to finish before Christine bumped the door open with the tray of coffees.

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt! But I poured three glasses of whisky for us,” she said.

“Yummy!” said Laura, lightly. “Which is the one without sugar in?” she asked.

Christine indicated the single cup in her left hand with a tilt of her head. Laura took the cup from her and offered it to me.

I took the coffee and a whisky and went to sit down again, but this time the two girls had beaten me to the sofa. They sat side by side, legs touching, and I had to sit on my own in the armchair. I took a sip of the coffee and realized it was really strong. “Wow! That’ll put hairs on my chest,” I laughed.

Christine giggled. “Sorry – I thought I should make it strong so there’s no risk of you dropping off too early, if you know what I mean!” Laura softly punched her shoulder and she also laughed.

There was plenty of milk in the coffee so it wasn’t too hot to drink fairly quickly. Although the mood was as good as I could possibly imagine, I wanted to get Laura alone upstairs and away from Christine. It would be a disaster if she threw a spanner in the works now.

“Listen love,” said Laura, “if you’ve finished your coffee why don’t you nip upstairs with your whisky and get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a few minutes when we’re finished here. Don’t worry about your cup; I’ll clear it away with ours.”

It seemed sensible to me, so I headed upstairs and got undressed, put my suit away carefully in the wardrobe, and popped into the bathroom for a quick wash and brushing of teeth. Given the circumstances I also had a quick shave – attention to detail is everything, I thought!

I slipped into bed and a couple of minutes later Laura came in – still in her party dress. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, slave!” she said in a mocking posh voice, striking a model pose.

“Oh no Mistress!” I said, eagerly getting into character.

“I brought your whisky up, but sweetheart, the first thing we really need to do is to milk you. It’s been three weeks and we need to keep those tubes clear. So just be a love and get onto all fours for me, will you?”

“But won’t I be wanking off in a minute? I bet I’ll shoot an enormous load then. That will certainly clear the pipes. And that milking – well it’s a bit humiliating. Sorry – Mistress Laura.”

Laura perched on the side of the bed and looked at me earnestly. “Of course, my love, but the humiliation of the milking is part of the game, isn’t it?” She leaned down and kissed me. I tasted her saliva flowing into my mouth and knew she was right.

I turned round and crouched on all fours the way they’d showed me before. Laura had put on the latex gloves, and this time she used a saucer to catch the fluid that soon started leaking out of my dick. She massaged my prostate for several minutes, and then called out to Christine, “Christine, could you take over here please love? My hand’s getting tired.”

Christine soon appeared and slipped on a pair of gloves. She dribbled some lubricant onto her right hand and slid two fingers into me. While Christine milked me, Laura lay down on the bed next to me – her face only inches from mine. She stroked my face with her latex gloved fingers, running them over my lips.

“There’s a lot pouring out of you sweetie. You’re probably quite backed up. Does it hurt?” she asked.

“Not really Mistress – it’s quite nice actually,” I gasped between Christine’s squeezes.

“But you’re not getting sexual pleasure, I hope?” Laura asked with a frown.

“No Mistress, it’s not like being able to come.”

“Good. That’s alright then. How are you doing back there, love?” she called to Christine.

“Not sure. There’s still liquid coming out of him but there’s a fair bit in the saucer now. I think that’ll be OK.”

Laura leaned down and picked up the saucer. “Eeeww,” she said - stirring the clear liquid with a gloved finger.

She placed the saucer under my face and without having to be told I began to lap up the sticky fluid. There actually was quite a bit of it, and it took me a couple of minutes. Christine seemed to have disappeared again.

“Right, now that we’ve cleared your tubes I’m going to tie you down to the bed and have my wicked way with you!” she chuckled. “I’ve been busy shopping.” She produced a bag from under the bed and showed me four small dog collars that she’d bought from the pet shop.

“The girl in the shop knew exactly what I was going to use these for – you should have seen the smirk she had on her face!” she said in a shocked tone. “I bet they sell more stuff for kinky sex games than for actual dogs!” As she chatted, she fastened the collars to my wrists and ankles. And then she tied a three foot length of washing line rope through each of the metal loops. She then secured the other end of each line to one of the feet of the bed. In a few minutes I was lying helpless and spread-eagled. I realised I still hadn’t had a drink of the whisky Christine had poured for me. But I could drink it later.

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” I laughed. I was still wearing the CB3000, of course, but inside my dick was thrusting against the confinement, and despite the milking it was dripping profusely.

“We certainly have,” she replied, thoughtfully. She was looking me up and down, checking that everything was as it should be. “Are you sure you can’t get out?” she asked, cautiously.

I curled up my fingers and tried to reach down to the buckle on my left wrist, but it was no good, and there was no slack at all in the ropes, she’d done an excellent job. “Blimey!” I laughed. “I think I’m completely stuck.”

“Excellent!” she said, and turned to the bedroom door.

“Christine!” she shouted. “We’re ready!”

My heart sank. “What’s going on, love?” I asked, with a horrible feeling of dread creeping into me.

“You’ll see,” Laura replied simply. She leaned over and kissed me quickly on the mouth.

“John!” she whispered urgently, “I meant every word of what I said downstairs. I’ve never loved you more than I do now. I’m so proud of how brave you’ve been taking all this from us. I know I promised you something special for everything you’ve put up with these past three weeks.” She paused, and kissed me again. “I swear to you I haven’t forgotten that! This weekend is the first part of that gift my darling. I want to see just how strong and how brave you can be. Will you be strong for me, love?” As she looked at me I really could see the emotion in her eyes. Hear it in her voice. I knew she loved me. But I felt very scared at the idea that I’d be tested – and punished.

I nodded dumbly.

Christine came into the room. She was still wearing the little black dress, but had a small bundle of items in her hand they turned to each other and kissed, giggling. Christine broke away and came over to the bed. She sat down on the edge and addressed me as though I was a naughty schoolboy. She reached out and grasped me by the jaw, forcing me to look at her as she spoke. “Did you really think I was going to let you off those punishments?” Christine asked, her voice full of irony.

I lay there speechless.

“You asked me to test you, John, so I thought I’d start with an easy one for you. I’m sure you’re incredibly wound up after three weeks of sexual abstinence. I assume you have abstained?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Y-yes Mistress Christine,” I replied sheepishly. “Not a single...” she cut me off.

“That’s enough!” she reached out and slapped me across the cheek. “Remember you say as few words as is necessary to answer my questions.” It didn’t really hurt, but the surprise of the physical act was enough to keep me quiet.

“Good then,” she continued, “so you’re sexually frustrated, and we’ve been winding you up all night for good measure. You were expecting a reward, as though you were a ten year old boy, and now you find yourself in some difficulty, is that a fair summary? You may answer.”

“Yes Mistress Christine.” My initial anger at being tricked was turning into a familiar feeling of submission and arousal.

Christine looked down at the CB3000. “And can you promise me on your word of honor that you’ve been wearing this at all possible times? You haven’t found some sneaky way out of it?”

“No Mistress Christine. I’ve had it on since Laura locked me into it,” I said firmly. “You’ve seen me wearing it on the Webcam, and you’ve had both keys for most of the time anyway.”

“And did you find the past three weeks difficult, John?” she asked gently.

“Of course I did Mistress Christine, it was agony at first,” I told her. “Every time I thought of Laura, and when we talked on the phone I tried to get erect. It was really painful.”

“Good. So why didn’t you take it off?” she asked “You had the key at first.”

“I wanted to be a good slave, Mistress Christine.”

“So when you resisted taking it off you felt good about it?”

“Yes, Mistress Christine, I believe I did.”

“And why did you send the key back?” Christine asked.

“So that I’d never be tempted, Mistress Christine,” I said.

“And now, do you feel that we’re still forcing you to wear it, or are you doing it of your own free will?”

“Well I suppose I’m doing it of my own free will, Mistress Christine,” I said slowly. “But I want to do it for you and for Mistress Laura.”

“You want to be the best slave you can for us, is that right?” She reached up and moved a lock of my hair out of my eyes.

“Yes Mistress, that’s right.”

Christine turned to Laura and they shared a long, meaningful look. “Excellent!” said Christine, turning back to me. “But now we need to turn to the matter of your punishment. Do you recognize this?” She held up a silver key.

“It’s the key to the chastity device, Mistress Christine,” I offered cautiously.

“Very good!” she said, still holding up the key. “I’m going to take the device off you now.” She slid the key into the padlock, removed it, and began to disassemble the device. She passed the tube to Laura who took it out to the bathroom where I heard running water. Presumably she was making sure it was clean.

“God, it’s a sticky mess down there,” Christine clucked. She’d stopped when she reached the base ring of the CB 3000. “Let’s take a look and make sure you’re nice and clean, shall we?” she asked me.

Christine had slipped on a fresh pair of latex gloves. She carefully slid down my foreskin and examined my penis. “OK, it looks fine,” she said after a few seconds. “I have to say slave we were planning to do this two weeks ago. It’s not a great idea to go three weeks without some kind of check but you look fine. A bit smelly, but that’s to be expected. It’s not your fault, John. I know you’re trying to keep as clean as you can.”

“I…I do try to keep clean, Mistress Christine,” I told her, “but I suppose there are bits I can’t get to.”

“I know, it’s OK, really,” she said softly.

Christine used a couple of baby wipes to clean me up. Needless to say I started to grow hard right away. Apparently it made it easier for her that way. God it felt so good to be able to get fully erect again. I’d started to worry that I’d be permanently affected somehow.

After a few minutes of careful cleaning Christine smiled. “I’m going back to being the Evil Bitch now John. But are you sure you’re OK?” she asked gently. Her gloved hand was resting on my chest, and she was teasing one of my nipples gently.

“I…well yes, I think I’m OK. Thank you, Mistress Christine,” I said, sounding quite surprised. Since she’d revealed her nasty side I don’t think I’d ever seen Christine as human as she’d been tonight.

“Good boy,” she whispered, and kissed me gently on the lips.

Laura had a full and delicious set of lips that were absolutely amazing to kiss. Christine’s mouth was pretty, but it was the confident way she kissed that made it special. As she drew away she pinched my nipple gently. She quickly looked down at the landing then bent down to whisper in my ear. “John, we’ve got about two minutes. I’ve going to jerk you off, sweetheart. I’m so sorry we kept you locked away for so long. It was really unforgiveable. Laura will be back soon, and you need to hurry! I’ll help you as much as I can.”

She grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the bedside cabinet and dribbled a generous measure over my erection. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening! The Queen Bitch Christine giving me a hand job! I groaned with pleasure as she gently began to stroke me – long, lovely strokes up my shaft. She kissed me on the lips again and then bent down to take my right nipple in her mouth. I braced myself for the searing pain of the bite, but instead I felt Christine’s tongue flicking at my nipple. It was divine.

“Gosh I’m sorry to rush you, but we do need to hurry, John!” she urged me. “I’ll catch all your come in this tissue. We daren’t leave any evidence. Tell me when you think you’re going to come!”

“I’ll try Mistress!” I assured her.

After three weeks in chastity, and another few days since I’d had my rather unsatisfying nocturnal emission, I really didn’t need too much help. I could feel my orgasm starting to build.

“I think I’m coming, Christine!” I whispered desperately.

With a wicked smile Christine took her hand from my cock and closed it around my balls. She squeezed me viciously, and I literally screamed. She kept squeezing until she saw my erection fade. I’d closed my eyes, but now I cracked them open and saw Laura peeping around the door, laughing her head off.

“Oh that was priceless, darling!” she said to Christine. “Did he manage to come?”

“There was a tiny dribble,” Christine said, sounding pleased, “but I think I got that just right, didn’t I, slave?”

I was shaking with a mixture of anger and despair. “You bitch!” I sobbed. “You’re a wicked, evil bitch, Christine! I hate you!” I just let myself cry then. I felt so helpless.

Christine was still laughing when I opened my eyes again. “I think you might regret that slave,” she told me calmly. “You’re not really in an ideal position to be calling me names, are you?” I suddenly realized my act of bravado was actually quite foolish.

“I’m s-sorry M-Mistress,” I sobbed, “B-but it hurt so m…much.”

“I’m very glad it did!” Christine told me. “You asked me to test you, have you failed already?”

I swallowed hard. “N-no Mistress,” I whispered.

“OK,” she said, “but I’m afraid that nasty name calling needs to be punished.”

She took off the gloves and put them into the bin. Then she reached into the bundle she’d put next to me on the bed.

“Do you remember this?” she asked, holding up a piece of plastic. My heart sank.

“Y-yes Mistress Christine,” I said miserably. “It’s one of the spiked pieces that was in the box. It’s for punishment.”

“That’s right, slave. There are three of these rings in the kit, and this is the middle one. The leaflet says that it can be worn for a few hours in most cases. I could have chosen the one with the biggest spikes, but because this is the first time you’ll wear one I thought I’d show some mercy.” she paused and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Of course, Mistress Christine, thank you,” I gasped. I was pulling myself together a bit now.

“If you become hard while this ring is in place, the spikes will dig into the top of your cock. The more space that your penis tries to occupy in the chastity device, the harder that pressure will become. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Christine.” My mouth was as dry as a bone now.

“And because you’re used to the device by now, you know how to stop that happening, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress Christine, I think so.”

“So it’s really your choice whether this becomes painful or not, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is, yes Mistress Christine.”

“So do you agree to have me attach this ring now?” she stared me in the eyes. “Or are you just a loser, John?”

“But Mistress – I was hoping that you might permit me some relief. It’s been three weeks, Mistress. Please – I’m so desperate. That’s why I thought that hand job might be for real.”

Christine turned to Laura, who’d come back with the cleaned up chastity tube, and they shared a chuckle. “Slave,” Christine said. “When you’re first put into chastity the recommended period before a first release is at least one month. You’ve only been in there for three weeks. I know it seems like a long time, but it’s nothing compared to how long you’ll be spending in there in the future.”

“What do you mean, Mistress? How long do I have to stay in here?”

Christine leaned down so that her lips were right next to my ear. She stroked her nose along my cheek and whispered the words in my ear. “We think you need to be in there for at least a year, slave. We’ll milk you regularly, but because your Mistress has me as a lover, there’s really no need for you to be out anymore, is there?”

I was panting after this news. A year!

“Well?” Christine pressed. “Is there?”

“I suppose not, Mistress.”

“After all,” Christine whispered, “I think you’ve secretly enjoyed the past three weeks, haven’t you?”

I closed my eyes and nodded. Actually it was true the submission to the girls’ game was amazing and my chastity was the ultimate sacrifice I’d make. I didn’t enjoy that fucking hand job though!

“Yes, of course you did,” Christine’s voice was almost hypnotic now, “and over the next year or so you’ll grow to become a truly submissive slave totally subservient to our needs. You’ll forget what it was like when you were allowed to wank over Mistress Laura’s boots. You’ll forget what it was like to be allowed to touch her body to kiss her nipples or to taste her pussy. Those memories will pass eventually.”

I turned my head to look in alarm at this idea. Surely Laura would want me to go down on her? But Christine had a devious grin on her face.

“Oh yes, your little trick with the G-spot? Well we’ve had plenty of practice these past few weeks. You’re very clever slave, but honestly, a woman will always be better than a man in that department especially when that man is you, isn’t that right?”

I looked into Christine’s eyes and I knew that I was close to breaking. I nodded miserably. The thought of never being allowed to come – never to touch Laura or Christine, this was the final submission I supposed. But Christine had other ideas.

“I’m waiting for you to beg me to put this onto you,” Christine said, knowing she’d won. “My time is valuable, slave, I’ve got a beautiful young woman to make love to. And you don’t.”

I looked at the spiked ring. “Yes Mistress. Please will you attach the punishment ring?” I asked, in a croaky voice. Christine smiled.

“You’re making really excellent progress, slave. OK then!” She turned to Laura, “Laura, my darling, would you like to watch how I do this in case you need to resort to this yourself?”

“Of course, Mistress Christine,” Laura came over and perched on the edge of the bed.

After Christine’s treatment of my balls, my erection had completely disappeared. In fact my cock had shrunk quite alarmingly. Christine had no problem adding the punishment spikes to the CB3000 assembly. The spikes were rounded, but they were still hard plastic digging into my cock and I grunted several times as she worked. With the punishment ring in place, Christine reassembled the rest of the chastity device and closed the padlock with a click. I felt the pressure of the spikes even with a flaccid dick, and I wondered what I’d let myself in for if I did become erect.

Christine wiped her hands on the flannel and turned back to me. “There! All safe again. You do understand what the consequences will be if you become too excited tonight, don’t you, slave?” she asked me again.

“Yes, Mistress Christine.”

Christine reached out and stroked my cheek gently. I saw a look of tenderness on her face I really hadn’t noticed before. She held my gaze for a few seconds, and then she stood up from the bed and glanced at Laura as if giving her a signal. Laura began her striptease, unzipping her shiny blue evening dress and letting it slide down her body. Christine moved the dress away and slipped it onto a hanger in the wardrobe.

I gasped as I saw what Laura was now wearing. It was a black satin, lace-up corset. I’d thought she looked very slim in her evening dress and that explained her bigger bosoms. She also wore black panties and stockings. As I gaped at her, she opened the wardrobe and pulled out the thigh length boots I’d bought her in Nottingham a few weeks back. She sat on the bed next to me and pulled the boots over her legs, taking her time to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Christine adores these boots, don’t you, lover?” Laura queried brightly.

Christine walked over to Laura they kissed deeply. “I certainly do,” said Christine. “It was very kind of you to buy them for us, slave. It’s a shame you won’t even be allowed to wank on them now that you’re in chastity. But I love to stroke her legs while she’s wearing them. I love to feel them around my head when I go down on Laura’s pussy.” As Christine ran her hands over Laura’s corset, and down to the area of flesh above her stocking tops. I struggled in the straps as the spikes dug into my balls again.

“Please Christine!” I cried out. “These spikes really hurt. Can you please take them off?”

Laura reached over and began to fondle the chastity device. “It’s really too noisy,” Laura said to Christine. “Should we show it the new toy?”

Christine came over and stood behind Laura, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached around the front and slid her hands into the bra cups of Laura’s corset. She gently eased out Laura’s breasts.

“Just before we do that, darling, let’s see what it thinks of your new toys,” Christine chuckled deep in her throat.

Through the tip of each of Laura’s nipples was a small, gold bar with a ball on each end. Sometime in the past three weeks she’d had them pierced and hadn’t even bothered to tell me!

“My God!” I cried. “I thought you hated the idea of nipple piercing. You didn’t even like having your ears pierced!”

Laura leaned over so that her nipples were inches from my face. I tried to take one of them in my mouth but she eased away so she was out of reach.

“Well I was happy to do it for Christine,” she told me. “She likes to feel the metal between her teeth as she sucks my nipples. And once the swelling went down it left them ultra sensitive. I actually came the first time you sucked them, didn’t I, sweetie?” Laura turned and smiled at Christine.

“You did indeed, my darling,” Christine said, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

Despite the circumstances, I began to grow hard again and immediately regretted it as the spikes bit into my cock. “Aaargh!” I cried through gritted teeth. The pain was much worse than I thought it would be. Laura continued to play with the plastic chastity device and set her face in an expression of concern.

“Time to shut it up I think!” said Christine, stepping out of the room.

Laura moved her hand from my groin and up to my nipples. She used her nails to scratch around them, and then pinched them gently. “How long did they take these to recover?” she asked coldly.

“Maybe ten days, Mistress,” I said.

“Ten days! Well you’re going to have to get them toughened up. We’ll need to abuse them much more often than that, won’t we, eh?”

“Yes Mistress. I’ll try,” I said, wincing as her fingers worked.

Christine came back into the bedroom holding a plastic shopping bag. “Laura, my love, why don’t you go and warm the bed? I’ll be along once I’ve dealt with slave.”

Laura had slipped her breasts back into the corset and she stood up and pecked Christine on the cheek. “Slave, just think about this,” Laura said to me. “In about ten minutes, while you’re lying here helpless and in pain, Christine will have her lips around my nipples, biting down onto these piercings. What do you think of that? Would you like to suck them?”

“Oh fuck yes, please Mistress!” I’d deliberately said the F-word to see if Laura would react.

“Oh my word, what language is that?” she cried. “Open your filthy mouth!”

I opened immediately and Laura leaned down and spat. “Swallow!” she ordered. I obeyed.

Christine came over and repeated the spitting. I knew inside I’d won a little victory – at least I’d been able to taste their spit! I’d actually grown to love the idea of them spitting in my face and mouth. It was so…degrading.

Laura left without another word, and Christine sat on the edge of the bed. She reached into the shopping bad and pulled out another object. It was a red, hard plastic tube with spikes sticking out of the sides. Two black leather straps were attached directly to the plastic tube on either side.

“Open your mouth!” she commanded. I was so used to this now that I immediately opened my mouth without thinking.

Christine pushed the tube in, and I started to panic. The spikes were fairly rounded, but the tube seemed a lot bigger and longer once it was inside my mouth. Surely it wouldn’t fit? Christine persisted and soon the gag was deep inside me. It was hard to relax my jaw without the spikes digging into the roof of my mouth, or my gums. She looped the straps around my head – ordering me to turn to one side as she fastened the strap. She drew the strap tight, until I grunted for her to stop.

“Don’t be a wimp!” she scolded. “In ten minutes your jaw will relax and you’ll find it too loose. I need to get this as tight as I can. There, I think that’s it.”

Luckily the gag had a hole through the middle for me to breath. I flopped back to the pillow and considered the sensation of the huge, pointed object that now filled my mouth. Christine was leaning over to make sure everything was as it should be.

“We bought this one to take your mind off anything that might give you an erection,” she said, stroking the red plastic with a perfectly manicured finger. “That’s very considerate of us, isn’t it?”

“Yssss chlugh.” I tried to say. As I tried to move my mouth the points dug in.

“Hmmm. I think this is a great improvement. Oh and here’s another present for you.” She leaned over, holding my head still with her hands, and placed her mouth above the hole in the tube. She pursed her lips and allowed a stream of saliva to drip down into the tube. It slid right into the back of my throat and I thought I might choke.

“Achhh, chrrrr,” I coughed. Christine smiled and waited for me to finish. I saw her working her jaw, and I knew she was building up another dose of spit for me. Sure enough she leaned over and drooled into the tube.

“I’m sure you must like it,” she said. “Not that you can do anything about it, of course. But I think you wanted us to spit at you earlier, didn’t you, slave?” She didn’t wait for a reply, but reached into the bundle again and brought out a brown emery board nail file. “This is something I thought up the other day,” she said quietly.

She grabbed my right nipple and pinched it between her fingers. Then she rubbed the rough side of the emery board over the skin at the tip. It was excruciating! The pain caused me to bite down on the hard plastic gag and press the points into the soft skin of my upper palette. Christine used the emery board repeatedly on both nipples until they were glowing red and hideously sore.

“There!” she said, satisfied at last. “I think that’s enough for now.” She leaned down and looked me in the eyes. “Are you regretting asking me to test you, John? Is it too much?” she whispered.

I closed my eyes, but then shook my head.

“Are you sure?” she said. “If you shake your head three times now I will release you. You’ll have failed me, but I will release you and you can go to sleep in peace. So tell me, shall I carry on testing you?”

She paused and looked in my eyes – she really did have lovely eyes. Maybe I could take a mental photograph of them to keep me going. I nodded slowly and Christine smiled.

“Good,” she whispered, and kissed the tip of my nose. She clicked back into Bitch Mode. “Gosh I’m sure Laura’s waiting for me by now. I’d love to keep thinking of ways to hurt you slave, but I don’t want to keep her waiting. Goodnight,” she said, and kissed me on both nipples – biting down hard on each one. I spasmed with the pain. “Ooooh something tells me these are really sore,” she chuckled. She was still laughing as she drew the duvet over me, turned out the lights, but left the door open as she left.

I lay there coming to terms with the various pains enveloping my body. For the moment my balls seemed to be okay, my nipples were on fire, and I was desperate to rub them, and maybe get some kind of cold flannel to cool them down. My mouth was okay, but I needed to hold my jaw in just the right way. And my arms and legs were starting to feel painful, stretched out as they were by the tight straps.

I felt wide awake – I knew now why Christine had dosed me on strong coffee. She wanted to make sure I felt every second of the punishment. And then I heard them, first the giggles and sighs, then the moans. The squeaking of the bed as they changed positions. Finally the obvious sounds of Laura’s climax that I knew so well. Then Christine. More quiet laughing, and then Laura coming once more. Again and again the images of the girls together flashed through my head. Each time I would become aroused, quickly followed by the searing pain of the spikes. This was going to be a long night.

I was disturbed twice during the night. The first time was by Laura. I think I’d finally managed to drift off into a fitful sleep when I felt something on my right nipple. The fire that Christine had started earlier had subsided to a dull throb, but now I felt a sharp pain, and recognized Laura’s perfume in the darkness. She’d bitten down on it.

“Hi there, sleepy head,” she whispered. “Are you feeling comfy? Oh, sorry of course you can’t really answer. can you? Christine is a naughty girl choosing that spiky gag for you. She had to get it delivered from America you know. I don’t think sex shops here stock anything as cruel as that. Hang on a sec.” Laura undid the buckle on my gag and eased it out of my mouth. She’d brought in a glass of water and she carefully fed me sips through a straw until the glass was empty.

“Is that enough, sweetie?” she whispered. “Would you like another glass?”

“No thank you, Mistress,” I croaked, “that was very kind of you to allow me to drink. You know I can smell Christine on your fingers.”

Laura giggled and sniffed. “Oh gosh yes!” she sniffed in deeply again.

“Here, you’ve been so good sweetheart, have a little present.” She pressed two fingers into my mouth and I sucked them gently for several seconds. As I did, Laura tweaked and twisted my right nipple with her finger and thumb. She kept it up until I thought I would have to scream through her fingers. As it was I whimpered miserably.

“I’d love to show you my new outfit, darling,” she whispered. “Christine finally left me alone – God she was insatiable tonight.” I could smell Christine on Laura’s lips as well, when she whispered to me and kissed my cheek.

“I’m just afraid it might turn you on too much what with those spikes and stuff. Gosh this must be the best punishment you ever had. I bet you love it.” She eased her fingers out of my mouth and then she licked my saliva off them.

“Are you loving it, John?” she whispered. “Gosh, I really hope you are.”

“Yes Mistress,” I whispered sleepily. “I believe I am actually. I want to do it for you because I love you. Thank you for hurting me, Mistress.”

Laura sighed. “I was just going to take my corset off so I can get to sleep,” she told me, “but I thought I’d come in and give you that drink first.” She slid the duvet back from me and straddled me at the waist. She sat down right on the chastity device and I grunted in pain as the spikes bit in.

She loomed over me in the dark, reaching down to carry on tweaking my nipples. She must have known what Christine did, I thought. They’d clearly planned everything this evening together. She must know this is agony for me. And the thought of that really turned me on. Laura was becoming as cruel as Christine yet she seemed to be able to enact the cruelty with an air of innocence. In contrast, Christine literally thrust her brutality in my face which was both frightening and incredibly erotic.

“I wish you could feel me, touch me I mean. It’s so tight this corset – I think it makes me look really sexy though and it has eight suspenders hanging from the bottom! Eight of them! Did you see them earlier?”

I moaned as she gently rocked back and forth on my crotch. I couldn’t decide which hurt more – my abused nipples or the pain of my growing erection. Laura assumed the moans were indicating pleasure.

“Do you like that? You dirty boy!” she said, increasing the pressure of the twisting as I grimaced in pain. “Dirty little boy, aren’t you? You’re loving it. Let’s toughen those nipples up, eh?”

“Yes Mistress,” I croaked.

Laura continued teasing me for what seem like ages. She kept whispering how much she loved to see me suffering, and how much pleasure I was bringing to her, and to Christine. Towards the end I simply gave in to the pain and let it wash over me like a wave. At some point she must have grown bored with it because she simply climbed off me and stood to one side.

“This corset is killing me! I’ll slip it off and maybe you can see me wearing it again some other time,” she told me.

I could vaguely make out her shape in the gloom, unclipping her stockings and undoing something at the front. She flopped the discarded corset over my face and dragged it towards her slowly. It smelled of Laura’s perfume, and the distinctive musky odours of their sex.

“There, have a feel of it, it’s really sensuous. Well, I’ve got to get to sleep Christine has worn me out.”

At least she’d remembered to replace the duvet. After a few minutes the pain in my groin started to subside, leaving me to feel my burning nipples once again. I tried to empty my mind and relax and thank goodness she’d left the gag out.

Another surprise came some time later. This time it was Christine who woke me. She did it by holding my nose and putting her hand over my mouth. I jerked away gasping for breath.

“Gosh, you can really sleep through anything, can’t you? Didn’t I tenderize those nipples enough? Would you like me to get the emery board again?”

“Please Mistress, not that!” I begged.

“No?” said Christine in surprise. “I think you’re teasing me. Actually I think we might have some sandpaper still down in the kitchen cupboard from when we were doing that painting. I think it was pretty rough stuff. Would you like me to fetch it for you?”

“Please not that either, Mistress.”

Christine chuckled and stroked my face. “Now you’re all stressed up again, aren’t you? You need to calm down a bit. Let me see, what did you like me doing earlier? I remember. You seemed to love it when I spat in your gag tube, didn’t you? In fact you were a bit of a naughty boy and you tricked us into spitting in your mouth because you like it so much.”

Actually I was fine with the spitting thing – and she was right that I actually enjoyed it. “Yes Mistress,” I admitted.

Christine picked up the gag from the bedside table.

“Open wide,” she started to say – but I was already ahead of her. “Good boy!” she said proudly. “I knew I was right. All that juicy spit trickling down into your mouth and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. I bet you love it,” she said.

I nodded again as she buckled me in. It was a much better alternative than nipple torture, or any of the other fifty horrors floating around in Christine’s sadistic mind.

“In fact when I realised you tricked us earlier, I started thinking what else I could pour down your tube – something a bit less sexy than my spit. You see it’s extremely naughty for a slave to trick his Mistress into doing something he likes. So when I was in the bathroom just now I thought of something really vile. You can find all sorts of stuff in a bathroom if you know where to scrape it up,” she whispered.

Before I realized what she was doing Christine took something else from the bedside table and poured the contents into the gag tube. At the same time she grabbed my nose and pinched it closed so I had to open my throat and swallow. There was quite a bit of it, whatever it was, and it seemed to be thick and have some kind of bits in. Because it was poured directly down my throat and missed my tongue I couldn’t really taste what it was. But some of it must have washed into the front of my mouth because I suddenly tasted a salty, bitter mixture.

Christine stopped pouring and let go of my nose. I kept swallowing until there was nothing left to go. “There!” she said brightly. “Can you guess what that was? It’s not something you’d taste every day believe me. Oh, and remind me not to kiss you for a few days. I wouldn’t want any of that getting in my mouth. OK, well I’ll leave you to ponder what it might have been. And you’ll think twice about tricking us in the future, won’t you, slave?”

I nodded miserably.

“Oh poor slave!” Christine said theatrically. “I’m so sorry! I tell you what; let me put some nice soothing cream on those nipples for you.”

She reached into her bag of horrors and pulled out a white tube of cream. I groaned inwardly when I saw the label – it was “Deep Heat”. Oh Christ, I knew how much that stuff hurt if you got it on an open cut or something. Now she was planning to rub it into the raw skin of my nipples.

“Remember John, just shake your head three times and I’ll know you’re a loser,” she whispered. “You don’t have to go through all this pain. Just give in to me. It’s easy.”

She paused for a few seconds, but I kept my head rock steady. Then she slowly unscrewed the cap and squeezed an inch or so of deep heat cream onto each nipple. She used a fingertip to rub it in. It took a few seconds for the pain to build up, but build up it did. I was really scared. It got more and more painful as the time went on, and I soon began to whimper and groan into the gag.

“See what happens when you try to resist me, John?” Christine whispered. “You see sweetheart, I’ve only just scratched the surface. This is level one and there are a lot of levels, believe me so why don’t you just give in now, and I’ll see if I can wash this cream off your nipples. What do you say? Are you going to carry on?”

By this time the Deep Heat was in full flower. I felt beads of sweat leaking out of my forehead. I barely understood Christine’s words to me, but I nodded just the same.

Before she left Christine pressed the long fingernail on her right index finger into my left nipple and twisted it. I tried to scream through the gag, but I just had nothing left. It came out as a hoarse croak.

I lay there with the fire burning on each nipple. How long was it going to last? And I wondered what the hell she’d poured down my throat? Whatever it was it seemed to taste vile. I’d gulped quite a bit of air in my panic and now I was burping it up. Every belch brought the disgusting taste of the liquid back to me. I had never felt so totally helpless in my life as when I lay there with her pouring that stuff into me. In the dark, unable to sleep, I wept quietly.