Matt's Tale Part 3
I awoke to the sensation of a hand moving over my tender butt cheeks. Gradually, my eyes opened, and I saw Mary kneeling beside the bed as she gently caressed my sore rear.
"Looks quite red," she observed, patting my right cheek with a firm grip. This action caused me to emit a small yelp of pain.
"Still painful?" she inquired, directing me to roll onto my back. I complied, and my morning erection became immediately visible. Gazing down at me, she grinned and ran her hand over my manhood, causing it to twitch in response.
"I'd like you to climax, slave," she stated.
"Yes, I can, Mistress," I replied, eagerly anticipating her touch.
"I enjoy being begged," she admitted, wrapping her fingers around my penis, and initiating a firm stroke that gradually sped up.
"Would you intentionally humiliate your slave?" she teased before querying, "Raise your legs as high as you can."
Reaching up with my hands, I lifted my legs and remained in this position, trying to maintain it while she continued to stroke me. Choosing to shift her body from the foot of the bed to beneath my raised legs, she now embraced my thighs with her arms, forcing my thighs to nearly touch my chest. As she resumed her masturbation efforts, I felt sensations of increased pain and pleasure from the strain my position produced.
"Will you behave like a good boy for me?" she inquired kindly. I nodded affirmatively. Satisfied, she intensified her strokes, causing my muscle tension to increase with each passing moment. Simultaneously, she requested: "Open your mouth wide and maintain that position."
Once again settling into her previous routine, she worked my member faster and faster, until finally, I climaxed and my semen coated my cheeks and tongue. She ceased after a few Ejaculations, squeezed the last few drops, and then annealed to lick it from her fingers.
"Swallow," she commanded, as I quickly obeyed.
She withdrew from the room before allowing my legs to rest, leaving a trail of cum on my face. I proceeded with showering and dressing, choosing to wear my khaki chinos from the previous day again. Upon descending to the kitchen, I found my mother and Mary cleaning up the aftermath of breakfast.
"Nice to see the new you," my mother remarked, casting a lustful gaze in my direction. I started to blush at her comment yet quickly realized Mary was waiting for me to mention her role in the style change. "Always a good choice to listen to him, Hannah." He gave my mother a coquettish wink.
Mary prompted, "Let's go, brother" as she exited my parents' presence, leaving me to sheepishly admit that it was Mary who had suggested the new outfit.
Driving to school, I became easily aroused, anticipating her possible reactions. I was startled when Mary asked me to deliver her to her school and Irma to my house.
Awestruck that she would be subjected to this ordeal, I stammered, "I'll take the both of you home."
Receiving a smack on my head, Mary scolded, "Address her properly, Slave," before admonishing me, "You'll be punished for your disrespect."
I mumbled an apology, my heart racing, as Irma entered the driver's seat and Mary stepped onto the back one. In a whirlwind of activity, she swung her legs over both sides of the seat then, without hesitating, ordered, "Drive, then."
Once she'd positioned herself comfortably, she touched my manhood once more. "How are you doing, slave," she inquired, holding my dick in full view of her friend before exclaiming, "Drive faster. And no premature ejaculation if you want to escape punishment." I accelerated nervously while Irma sat in the front seat, tactually grasping the fork of my soon-to-be sore penis.
In an abrupt turn of events, Mary uttered, "Return us to your house. And Mary should be at the front seat."
I stammered, "Yes, Mistress Irma."
Mary encouraged, "Good boy, slave."
Upon returning home, Mary suggested, "Let's enjoy alone time," a statement that had me reeling. I followed her instruction by driving to school at a precarious speed, not wanting to leave her for even a second. Feeling Irma's grip on my dick, my heart raced even faster.
Upon mishandling her order, Mary's interrogation immediately followed: "You've disobeyed, Slave. Feel free to experience discomfort." She forcefully patted the back of my head and maintained her hold on my dick.
My hesitance to acquiesce, then yielding to her instruction, had me breathe heavily, struggling to maintain my composure. Once it became clear that I was not complying, she caused some distress by shaking my head before tilting firmly into a sharp slap on the side of it. Struggling to maintain my vanishing erection, I muttered, "Sorry, Mistress Irma."
Now sitting in the driver's seat, she removed her hand from my penis and instead fingered my testicles while she drove to our destination. As she ascended, another spank ensued, and she disembarked, leaving me alone in the car. I clutched the wheel, in need of calming down before entering school. After a few long moments, I gathered the courage to stow my penis in its usual location, then headed for my first class.
We drove to our place, and I parked the car by the curb. The girls jumped out, and I knew not to try to disguise my erection when I got out. So, I walked around the car and strolled up the sidewalk to our house, following them.
Mrs. Jacobs, our neighbor, was in her front yard. As she approached us, she asked Mary, "Hey, Mary. Who's your friend?"
I guessed Mrs. Jacobs had likely seen Irma around our house before since Mary and Irma had been best friends for years and they often hung out at each other's homes.
Mary replied, "This is my best friend, Irma. She's going to spend the rest of the afternoon with us, to play." She then winked at Mrs. Jacobs.
Mrs. Jacobs said, "Nice to meet you, Irma." She extended her hand to shake Irma's, who responded with, "Nice to meet you too. We're going to have some fun today," while her eyes fixed on my bulging erection peeking out of my slacks.
Mrs. Jacobs also noticed me and said, "Nice seeing you again, Matt." She turned to the girls and said, "Go have fun now. I'm sure you'll have a good time."
We proceeded inside, and I noticed some mail sticking out of our mailbox as we approached the door. Before reaching for it, I heard Mary yell, "No, not yet, slave. Inside first."
Her voice was loud enough that Mrs. Jacobs, who was still standing nearby, must have heard it. I turned beet red.
Mary and Irma went inside, and I walked up to the door. I reached for the mail, thinking about the girl's instructions. As I turned to leave, Mrs. Jacobs stood close by, smiling and waving, and captured some photos of my state with her phone. I rushed to grab the mail quickly.
Back inside, I returned to the living room where the girls were sitting on the sofa. "Go get us a soda," Mary commanded.
"Make mine a root beer, slave," Irma ordered.
"Yes, Mistress Irma," I responded as I made the drinks and brought them back to the living room.
Mary and Irma were sitting side by side on the couch, so I lay down across them, on my stomach. "Time for your punishment," Mary said.
"Yes, Mistress Mary," I agreed as I positioned myself across their laps.
The girls' hands felt my buttocks through my flesh as they laughed. "How many does he deserve?" Mary asked Irma.
"Ten each should do it," Irma suggested, and she bent my buttocks over her knee for a spanking.
The blows hurt even more than before, as my previous punishment had left me tender. I could not help but cry out from the pain, but the spanking didn't lessen the rock hard state of my cock.
When they finished, they pushed me off their laps and onto the floor. "Stand, slave," Mary ordered.
I obliged, standing with my feet spread and my hands on my head. The girls chuckled.
Irma came over and stood beside me. Handing her phone to Mary, she said, "Take some photos and send them to my cousin. She might want to try this on her boyfriend." Irma then wrapped her fingers around my cock while Mary snapped the pictures.
Irma stepped back and studied my body. "He needs to shave. When I was a nurse's aid, we had to prepare people for surgery," she stated. She touched my chest and my groin, looking me up and down. "How about it, Mary? We should get him shaved."
Mary smiled, surveying my naked body up and down. "I think you're right," she said. "Let's figure out how we can make that happen." This only increased my color to a deep red, as Irma touched my groin more intimately.
Irma made a joyful sound in her voice over the phone and reappeared in the living room with an expression of gratification on her face. "She'll be here in ten minutes," she informed me, watching me kiss Mary's other foot tenderly.
"Give it a try, Irma," Mary urged.
Seating herself, Irma put out a foot toward me. "Serve me, slave," she demanded.
"Yes, Mistress Irma," I replied respectfully and peeled off her sneaker and sweaty sock. After massaging her foot for a few moments, making her groan with delight, I tilted my head to her sole and kissed it too.
"Lick it," she commanded. I eagerly licked her dirty foot, relishing the submission and humiliation I was experiencing. Mary took photos of the scene with her phone.
The door made a knocking sound, interrupting the moment. Mary went to answer it and returned with a heavier-set woman in her mid-thirties.
"Hello, Irma," the woman greeted her, "Thanks for calling me so soon."
With her eyes still locked on me, a completely naked man in a submissive position on the floor, Irma said, "Hi, Jean."
"Let me take a look at you," Jean addressed me while sitting.
"Stand up, slave," Irma instructed me.
I scrambled to obey, taking up my usual standing position with my legs spread and hands on my head, openly exposing my aroused penis.
Jean put her bag down and made a tour around me, inspecting me curiously. She stroked my flesh at different points on my body. A gentle hand landed on my buttocks, prompting her to comment, "Someone's in trouble here."
Laughing, Irma replied, "Yes, he required some discipline."
The ladies then moved to the bathroom upstairs while Jean instructed Irma, "I'll need a bathroom and shower."
"Follow me, slave," Mary murmured, luring me on.
Jean, Irma, and Mary joined me upstairs, Irma taking my hand and leading me into the bathroom.
As soon as Jean saw my red buttocks, she gasped, "Wow, someone's been a very naughty boy."
Irma smiled, "Oh yes, he really deserved punishment."
In the bathroom, Jean had me stand under the shower and instructed Irma, "Cover yourself and find clothes we can use."
Jean then turned her attention to her own bag, extracting rubber gloves and a tube of lotion. She handed Irma the gloves and the lotion. Jean's voice was strict as she commanded, "Now, cover him and spread his ass."
While Irma did as instructed, Jean took charge, rubbing the lotion over my chest and abdomen. She rubbed her fingers over my scrotum, my perineum, and my erect penis with a confident hand, making me respond with a hint of arousal. She then proceeded to rub my arms.
I felt an uncomfortable sensation while they put the lotion on, so I turned to Mary, "Mistress, it's burning."
Jean removed her gloves and grabbed my cock. "Don't worry, it doesn't really hurt. It's simply an intense sensation. Just keep calm, slave."
I submitted to her instruction, "Yes, Mistress Jean."
The women conversed while we waited for the ten-minute mark.
"Do you often do this?" asked Mary, curious.
"A few times a week," Jean replied. "Dominants call me to tone down their subs, and a lot of gay men enjoy letting me wax their bodies. As for household chores, I also take care of my father's body for my mother."
Mary and Irma exchanged amazed glances. "Wow," they exclaimed in unison.
"Interesting," Jean remarked. "Do you want to bring your slave over next time?"
Both Mary and Irma responded simultaneously, "Definitely."
A timer rang, making Jean declare, "Time's up, slave. Shower and cleanse yourself thoroughly. Rinse off all the lotion."
I turned on the shower and, with great relief, washed the irritating scent off. When I was done, I dried off, feeling much better about my hairless and smooth body. The ladies stood watching me until there was no more water on my body.
"Get up, slave," Mary commanded.
I rose to my feet and took my standing posture, showing them my hairless, aroused penis.
Taking her time as she examined my physique, Mary commented, "You're so silky. I really like that."
She then turned to Jean, who asked if they should rub me off before they departed.
Jean chuckled and suggested, "I'll leave that to Irma, if she wants to."
Nodding, Irma approached me and enwrapped her hand around my member, beginning to stroke it while her peers observed. I stiffened and vocalized my enjoyment.
I gazed instinctively at Mary and inquired, "May I erupt, Mistress? Permission, please."
She chuckled and acknowledged, "Go on, you've learned your lesson. And yes, you can."
As my hips thrust toward Irma's hand, which stroked me with increasing force and frequency, I emitted a cry and began expelling a torrent of semen from my organ. Irma provided me with an assist, increasing the tempo of her gripping and accelerating my ejectile emissions. Irma finally halted her masturbation, leaving me remaining drops to be retrieved. Mary accepted my offering and presented it to my lips, who gladly devoured it. Thereafter, Irma also participated, offering her fingers for me to clean, one by one.
"Let's go," instructed Jean to Irma.
Following Irma and Jean's departure, Mary lingered near me, caressing me and examining my body meticulously. "I simply adore this streamlined appearance," she stated, "We're going to keep you at this level."
"As you desire, Mistress," I responded, my semi-erect penis now growing stiffer, "With your command."
With determined ardor, she rested at my chest and appeared poised to issue my next assignment. "I believe you're a masochist, and I aim to uncover this."
My breathing quickened, and I merely said, "Yes, Mistress."
In my room, before putting on gym shorts and a T-shirt, I gazed at my mirror-reflected image, appearing cleaner, smoother, and hairless.
After dressing, I ventured downstairs, noting a slight bulge in my shorts. Mother arrived a short while later, scrutinizing me intently. "Dear, what differentiates you? There's something amiss," she remarked.
"Nothing, Mom," I replied, flustered. "I've possibly been engaging in some physical activities."
We at our dinner, Mary keeping her seat opposite mine. Note that Mary's toe was surreptitiously near my genitalia. Suddenly, Mother dropped her utensil in reach of Mary, who had the opportunity to observe up close. Yet, Mother made no comments once returning to her seat.
Upon completing the meal, Mary encouraged me, in reality, demanded, to fetch them each a glass of wine. I complied by preparing a glass for Mary and Mother, trekked back to the living area, and joined both. Granted a glass, Mother urged me to sit adjacent to her and inaugurated a family discussion. I obliged, realizing what was to follow. For Mary's benefit, I sat with my legs splayed widely, allowing her convenient access.
(To be continued)
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