Miss Pamela Ch. 20
It will behoove anyone reading this to read the brief Miss Pamela 19 and Mistress Barbara 38 in that order first.
Miss Pamela tasked Lisa and me to help Desi attend to the preparations for the mixer. Miss Barbara sent her newest arrivals to lend a hand. Grace had the most amazing body I've ever seen and a beautiful face as well. Miss Robin was also a great beauty and possessed of a dominant aura to rival either of the mistresses.
We had the pleasure of meeting them at Mistress Barbara's on our way to Desiree's Dungeon. Miss Robin took an immediate interest in me, taking hold of my cock at first sight and stroking it to full size.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun with that big boy."
Mistress Barbara took charge of the moment though.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, Robin. I'm sure his Mistress will happily share him with you in a more opportune setting and time."
She gave my cock a last squeeze and smacked my balls hard enough to smart, but without real pain.
"Clothes on slaves, it's time to do some real work."
We headed for the SUV and Desiree drove us to her shop after a detour to the supermarket for treats to serve the guests at the mixer. We purchased cheese, meats, chips, dips, wine, beer, small cakes and even tins of caviar.
Several times while shopping Miss Robin found opportunities to fondle me. Desiree took liberties with little Chloe as well. I even caught Lisa copping a feel of Erik. Alexandra was enjoying Grace's attention as she couldn't keep her hands off the cock that was tenting her dainty sun dress.
When we arrived at Desiree's Dungeon, we stripped before setting up a table for all of the goodies and fetched chairs from the storage room which we arranged around the main space on the ground floor. Once that was accomplished, Desi had us go down to the actual dungeon a level below and clean up the equipment, not that it seemed to need cleaning.
She also had us lay out the toys that were stored there in an inviting manner close to the places where they might most likely be employed.
"I think it might be a good idea to see that everything is in good order. Let's try them out a bit. Erik, join me over here at the queening chair. And Robin, you might find Tommy to be just the right size for the St Andrew's cross, don't you think?"
Lisa and Chloe curled up on a bed where they quickly fell into a sixty-nine position. Alexandra was flogging and raising bright red welts on Grace's magnificent ass with her bent over a whipping bench. Her gargantuan cock swayed seductively as she swung the tool. Grace twerked invitingly under the lash and reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. After about twenty strokes of the flogger Alexandra lay it down, stepped close to Grace, grabbed her by the hips and thrust her cock into the girl's sopping pussy. She buried her entire length in one mighty thrust. Grace cried out happily at the invasion.
"God, yes Ali, fuck me hard."
It appeared that Alexandra took her seriously and she began pounding Grace powerfully. She reached under to grab the amazing tits that swung enticingly from the intense fucking.
I stared at Desiree with her pussy and ass poised above Erik's greedy mouth, wondering if she was going to pee. She did enjoy relieving herself into slaves' mouths and had taken glee in beginning to train me in light latrine duty at Miss Pamela's behest. I had no idea if Erik was accustomed to that.
With everyone thus employed we began to enjoy the freedom we had alone in the toy store. Robin's fascination with my junk was certainly okay with me so far. I had no idea how cruel she could be, so I maintained my stoical patience. When she cuffed my wrists to the cross, then attached my ankles, leaving me splayed, open and vulnerable for anything she had in mind.
"Your cock is amazing. The crown is perfectly shaped and so full."
She held my shaft in one hand while she stroked my glans with the other. She used her nails to investigate my slit, slipping her index fingernail into the opening, then working it in deeper, rotating it, gradually stretching my opening. It didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable and intrusive and definitely pushed my submissive buttons.
She gave that endeavor a rest and grabbed a length of thin rope. She looped the center of it under my balls, then lifted up, raising my balls up to flank my cock tightly. She crossed it snugly above my shaft and brought the ends down so she could encircle each ball and isolate them before repeating that process three times for each nut.
The effect was highly erotic for me and I'm sure visually for her and would have been for any audience if we'd had one. I did catch Desiree admiring the package Robin had made of me while she enjoyed Erik's mouth adoring her holes. Erik seemed to be enjoying his duty, a sentiment I could appreciate having had the pleasure myself many times.
The girls on the bed seemed to be having a wonderful time devouring each other's snatches too. I think they were each working on their second orgasms.
Alexandra's massive meat was bringing Grace to her third orgasm if I'd been keeping an accurate count, while being more attentive to the creative work Robin was doing on my package.
Miss Robin's nails raked my scrotum, and she dug the ones on her other hand around my glans and into the tender flesh just below the coronal ridge like a crown of thorns. She flexed them rhythmically, digging in, then releasing. Each cycle built the pain she inflicted geometrically, driving me crazy with lust for the beautiful redhead who was manhandling my manhood.
A stream of precum rolled down my cock in response to the attention she was giving my glans. She rolled it up with her thumb and began sliding it over my spongy purple crown, then dipped her little fingertip into the precum and used it as lube to insert the smaller digit into my slit. The slimmer finger was easier for me to accept and soon she had worked inside my urethra to the first knuckle.
Desiree had used sounds on my urethra once, so this sensation wasn't totally alien, but the thicker probe of her finger was a much more invasive and consequently more intense sensation. The look in her eyes accentuated the beauty of her aquamarine irises and made her exquisite.
In that moment her gorgeous, dominant presence stole my heart. I felt love for Lisa, but this was different. It felt like being punched in the gut and I knew I'd never be quite the same. Our eyes locked and an electric shock passed between us like I'd grabbed a live wire and the look she returned told me she had experienced something similar.
She leaned toward me and her perfectly curved lips met mine. Her tongue darted out and parted my lips dipping into my mouth and teasing mine. I responded in kind and our tongues joined in the dance as old as time that men and women have explored their burgeoning lust with again and again. She wrapped her arms around my neck as the passion built
I strained to respond and embrace her, but with my wrists constrained by the cuffs, I was unable to show my full response. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was doing all the work. The kiss went on for several minutes before she finally broke it.
She stepped back and breathlessly looked into my eyes with puzzlement, flashing an emotion that looked like anger, but gradually morphed to something else. I could tell she was formulating a thought and hesitating before speaking. The dynamic between us held my tongue captive as I waited for her to make the next move.
"That was something..."
"Yes...it was."
"What the hell?"
I shook my head slightly, mystified by the emotions I was feeling for this amazing, gorgeous woman who until moments before had been torturing my genitals in a fun and rather impersonal manner. It was hot, fun, but just a scene.
Suddenly it had become something else. In that one electric moment we had become something else to each other. The connection became emotional, personal, and felt like romantic passion.
"What do we do now?"
I felt incredibly vulnerable. Moreso than I had in any submissive scene I'd ever been in, offering my body to the wicked intentions of any of the dominant women I'd ever been used by. The emotional vulnerability was so much more intense than the physical vulnerability had ever felt. There was no safe word for this.
"Does it feel like this for you?"
"I don't know."
She looked down, hesitant to meet my eyes.
"I want you."
"How?"
"Huh?"
"How do you want me?"
"It felt like I just fell in love with you. Like a bomb went off or something."
She nodded, torn, a bit ambivalent, but...
"Yes, in my heart."
"Exactly. I don't know, but I'd like to be yours. I've learned that I'm truly submissive and I want to be sub with you more than anyone I've ever known."
"Miss Pamela is your Mistress?"
"Yes."
"And you and Lisa are switch together?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Would you petition Miss Pamela for release?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And what about Lisa?"
"I do love her, but it doesn't seem the same now."
"If we're going to do anything about what just happened you need to figure that out."
"You're a Domme. If we become a thing, you'd want me to be your sub, right?"
"I want to own you, to take you as my slave."
"Be still my heart."
She broke into a smile accompanied by a little chuckle.
"So, would you want to be my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"The question of Lisa remains."
"Do you ever enjoy female subs?"
"I do actually have a strong attraction to women."
"Does Lisa appeal to you?"
She looked across the dungeon to the bed where Lisa and Chloe were busy pleasuring one another.
"Absolutely."
"Perhaps she might be interested in joining us."
"As my other slave? I thought you two were switch."
"I think my submissiveness teased that out of her. She was very submissive at first. I think that's her true nature."
"Hmm. We'll see when she gets done with Chloe."
"Should I petition Miss Pamela for release?"
"Does that mean you'll accept my collar?"
"I would be honored to be your slave, Mistress Robin."
"Regardless of Lisa's decision?"
"I can't imagine never feeling this way again, with you, Mistress."
"Neither can I, slave."
She scoffed and shook her head with a wry smile.
She leaned back in to kiss me again. The passion was still there, not quite as intensely electric as before but still there, filling me with warmth. Her mouth tasted amazing, like fresh cherries. Knowing that I was kissing my new Mistress made it feel incredible, like we were sealing the bargain, and my heart was flying with hers into a heavenly embrace.
Miss Robin released me from the cuffs, and I dropped to my knees at her feet. Desiree shot a curious look my way, which barely interrupted the orgasm she was building up to, actually more like a minor delay really.
I think I noticed what appeared to be a little pee escaping from Erik's lips and I saw a few drops trickling down his cheeks. His throat appeared to be working a swallowing motion. Desi sighed contentedly.
Our duty preparing for the mixer seemed to have been very eventful indeed.
In the midst of the preparations at Desiree's Dungeon, Miss Robin showed a keen interest in the protagonist, taking hold of his erect penis and commenting on its size. She expressed her intention to have fun with it later, but Mistress Barbara intervened, suggesting a more opportune setting and time for such activities.
As the group explored the toys in the dungeon, Miss Robin demonstrated her fascination with the protagonist's genitals, cuffing his wrists to the St Andrew's cross, encircling each ball of his testicles with rope, and exploring his urethra with her finger. This intimate session was interrupted by the sound of Alexandra and Grace's passionate cries of pleasure in the main space.
In the aftermath of this intense encounter, the protagonist felt a profound change in his feelings towards Miss Robin, experiencing a sense of love that was unlike anything he had felt before. This emotional connection was not lost on Miss Robin, who leaned in for another passionate kiss, sealing their newfound bond with a tender kiss that left both of them breathless.