Made To Watch
I did not receive the usual welcome from my mistress. Instead of a smile and a chat, she gave me a cold stare, and told me to go straight into the dungeon. She followed me in and locked the door behind her. I was astonished to see that we were not alone.
There were two other women in the room. One was also blonde, but taller than my mistress, and spoke with a soft, beautiful Czech accent. She wore a simple red rubber dress which contrasted nicely with my mistress’s black leather. The other’s head was hidden in a leather hood. She knelt silently on the floor, her wrists and ankles chained
together, with chains also running from clips attached to her nipples and labia.
Mistress hissed: “Now, slave – get undressed. And lets see if you can please us as well as our female slave can.”
My heart thumping, I slowly removed my clothes, feeling their stares burning into me. The sense of humiliation was intense. Eventually I had nothing left but my shorts, with my cock straining to be unleashed, a damp patch embarrassingly evident from my dribbling spunk. I dared not look at them. Finally I pulled off my shorts and stood naked before them. Neither spoke. They just stared blankly at me, looking me up and down, and as they did so to my shame my cock began to lose it’s stiffness.
The two mistresses walked slowly around me, occasionally prodding and pinching my body. Finally my mistress stood in front of me and held my cock gently in my hand.
“What a pathetic specimen you are. Aren’t you?”
I nodded feebly and whispered “Yes, Mistress.”
“And what do you call this?” she snarled
“My cock, Mistress,” I croaked.
She said nothing but simply stared at me. Behind me, the other mistress said: “Any smaller and it would be a clit.”
I almost smiled but just remembered my place in time. Mistress let go of me and sighed, “Well, no-one’s going to have much fun with that, are they. I doubt even you have any fun with it, do you, slave?”
“No, Mistress,” I answered, dutifully.
The Czech mistress spoke next. “We were going to give you a little treat today, Mark. We were going to watch you fuck this female slave. And afterwards we were going to make you lick her cunt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she smiled. “You like fucking girlies and then licking their cunts, don’t you?”
All I could do was nod.
“But what’s the point?” she continued. “Your cock’s not even good enough for a slut like her. You couldn’t satisfy her with a miserable little dick like that, could you?”
Before I could answer, my mistress reappeared in my view. In her hand she held a giant strap-on.
“This is what we call a cock, you asshole, ” she said. “A bit bigger than you can manage, isn’t it? But it’s what my slave girl likes – and needs…..”
And so I had to watch as she buckled on the dildo and positioned herself behind the kneeling slave-girl, pulling on the chains to open her cunt before plunging the huge black rubber dong deep inside her. She rode her like a horse, fucking her ever harder, and as she did so the other domme unzipped the mouth on her hood, lifted her rubber dress and made the slut lick her own cunt. Soon both mistresses were writhing in ecstasy at the expense of the slave girl, who knelt silently satisfying these two beautiful dominatrices.
Finally they finished. Mistress looked at me and said one word:
I did so. My cock had regained it’s hardness as I had watched them dominating the other girl. They unzipped the hood further so that she too could watch me, which added to my humiliation. I pumped my cock, and all the while the three women stared dispassionately at me, unimpressed at my efforts.
“Harder!” barked my mistress. “Come on, we’ve had enough of you.”
I climaxed. My spunk jetted out, landing in pools on the floor the slave girl. No-one spoke. Finally mistress broke the silence.
“Lick it up.” I did so, down on my hands and knees, lapping my salty
spunk. When I had licked up every last drop I knelt before them,
mentally and physically shattered.
“Get dressed, ” she ordered. I obeyed, still under the glare of their eyes.
I left, a broken slave. As I closed the door behind me I heard their laughter, which is still ringing in my head.
by slave mark