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On the other side
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On the other side  The house was dark when I pulled up, which only heightened the sense of foreboding I already felt. More than likely, Samantha did this on purpose, just to put me into the proper mood. I parked my car and made my way to the front door, the butterflies churning in my stomach in anticipation of what I had agreed to several days earlier over some drinks at the local bar. I thought back to that conversation at this moment and was once again amazed that I had actually agreed to taking on the role of a Sub for my pretty mistress. During our entire relationship, I had always played the Dom and really, during that entire period, I had no idea that she secretly harbored a desire to dominate me! That evening after a few drinks, dancing and laughs, she loosened up enough to finally admit her life-long desire to me. She wanted to try and be a Dom for a change and she asked me if I would be willing to submit to her totally. How could I refuse? We talked about it some more and I could see that she was getting VERY turned on just at the prospect of being my Mistress. She also suggested that we include a friend of hers, Karla in on the fun. I’d met Karla a few times socially and remembered her as being a very petite, lovely red-head who in the few times I’d actually talked with her, seemed to be a rather shy, demure but intelligent girl. I had no problem with Sam including her in our little ‘fun time’. All these thoughts ran through my brain in a flash as I rang the doorbell. The sound echoed into the chill night air serving to only further my sense of dread and anticipation. For a moment the thought crossed my mind to run, to be safe but I stood there as a mixture of fear, anticipation and curiosity all mixed into one giant knot in the pit of my stomach. The door opened slowly and there stood Sam clad in a leather corset. Her long brown hair flowed gently across her shoulders and enticingly across the ample cleavage pushed up by the tightly bound corset. She had a small leather mini-skirt wrapped around her hips and a pair of black fish net stockings which my eyes followed down to a pair of sky high black stiletto heels. The only color on her was that of her intensely red lips and of course, her gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. She beckoned me forth and closed and locked the door behind me as I made my way out of the foyer and into the great room. Karla was sitting on the couch dressed in nothing but a frilly white teddy which actually accentuated the redness of her short hair and fair skin. She crossed and uncrossed her VERY lovely legs and at the same time, she seemed to squirm in her seat as if she was already getting wet and turned on. I was SURE that she and Sam had just been ‘necking’ on the couch before I arrived, I could just feel it in the air. Sam passed me and sat down on the couch right next to Karla and made some simple introductions. I stood there for a second and then started to move towards the chair when Sam said “No SLAVE! Stand right where you are!” I stopped immediately and stood there feeling a bit sheepish and wondering again if I had made the right decision. Sam reached over and kissed Karla deeply for a few moments, her hand ran up Karla’s belly and cupped one of her lovely little champagne- glass shaped breasts. Karla responded with a slight little moan and the two of them kissed even more passionately. All the while I stood there motionless watching them. Quite frankly I was getting a bit turned on by the sight of these two lovely women embracing each other with such fervor. My cock had noticed this as well and was starting to rise in my pants when Sam stopped kissing Karla turned to me and commanded: “Strip Slave”! The command surprised me, both in content and tone. I stood there for a second somewhat dumbfounded and then started to undo my shoes. I slipped them and my socks off and placed them by the table then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair next to me. I stood for a second and then unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and zipper and stepped out of my pants which I also folded neatly and put on the chair HOPING that this added touch would impress my mistress. I stood in front of these two women still wearing my underwear and feeling both exhilarated and a bit self-conscious at the same time. Mistress Sam gave me a look of both dark foreboding and impatience two things I’d NEVER seen cross her face before. I slipped out of my underwear, folded it neatly and placed them neatly on top of my pants. Turning back around, I stood before them totally naked and vulnerable. While I’ve never been shy or self-conscious about myself, both of those emotions welled up inside me as I watched both girls take in the ‘spectacle’ in front of them. To say that Mr. Drippy had gone and hidden himself is to put it mildly. Fucker! Just when I needed him most, he decided to pull a total ‘turtle’ on me. Bastard! Karla giggled and whispered over to Sam, ‘It’s all wrinkly” to which Sam responded, don’t worry, we’ll fix that soon enough. With that, Sam stood up and walked around behind me. I could hear a drawer open and close and the unmistakable sound of a metal chain or chains tinkling as she walked back to me. “Put your arms behind your back slave” I did as instructed and immediately felt her wrap a leather cuff around first one wrist then the other, tightening each one then clipping them together so that my arms where completely immobilized behind my back. She came around in front of me and said “There, he won’t cause any trouble now” and moved down to her knees in front of my shrunken Mr. Drippy who was STILL hiding. She pulled out what looked like a leather collar and before I knew what was happening, she wrapped it around my balls and cinched it up TIGHT! At this point she also produced one of those automatic extension leashes and clicked it to the metal hook on the collar. I was totally under her control. She moved back to the couch, leash in hand and sat back down with Karla who was watching my every move and staring at my balls and cock with an almost childlike glee in her eye. Mistress Sam pulled on the leash and of course, having it attached directly to my balls, I had no choice but to follow. She drew me up close, right in front of them and handed the leash to Karla. She then reached up and pinched the head of my cock HARD! Mr. Drippy had no choice at this point and sprang to attention which only served to heighten my feeling of helplessness. Karla continued to squirm and giggle a bit as Sam started to describe and show her all of the ‘finer points’ of the male penis. I didn’t know it at the time but Karla had only been with two other guys her entire life. Both ‘encounters’ went very badly for her and ever since then she had been having sex with only women. To say that her experience with the male appendages was negligible is to put it mildly. I found out later that Sam and promised to teach her how to give a good blowjob and to show her some of her other little ‘tricks of the trade’ so to speak. I had NO idea that I was going to be a teaching aide. LOL Sam showed her the ‘highlights’ and sensitive parts of Mr. Drippy including the frenum. Showed her how to stroke my cock without wearing a hole in the side, talked about my balls and how they were actually a bit bigger than most and moved Mr. Drippy to and fro as she gave Karla a pretty good anatomy lesson in general... As she was stroking Mr. Drippy a little dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip and Sam leaned over and licked it off. She looked at Karla and said “hmmm that’s SO sweet. Here, you try it” at which point she stroked my cock again, producing yet another drop of pre-cum. Sam pointed my dick at Karla who slowly leaned over and in a MOST tentative/shy way, licked the drop off the tip of my dick. She turned and smiled at Sam and said WOW that IS sweet!! I was DYING! Sam good see the effect this was having on me and she ordered me in no uncertain terms to NOT cum or ELSE! At this point Sam leaned over again and placed her lips around my ‘mushroom cap’ at the same time, licking the underside/frenum area and looking at Karla who was watching intently. She then pulled my cock out of her mouth and said here, you try it. Karla leaned over and wrapped her lips around my cock in just the same way, also using her tongue along the underside which as you would expect, caused Mr. Drippy to throb even more and drip a bit more pre-cum which she licked off without any prodding from Sam. The two of them went on and on like this for what seemed like an hour, Sam showing her the finer points of cocksucking and giving a good handjob, Karla doing her best to follow her ‘teachers’ instructions and me standing there trying with all my might NOT to cum. It wasn’t easy my friends. Luckily the tight strap around my balls seemed to help just a bit but I spent the better part of this time totally on the verge, Mr. Drippy pumping more and more pre-cum out by the minute as my legs quivered and I fought back the urge to grab one of these girls and sink my dick in ANYWHERE and cum. Of course with my hands cuffed tightly behind my back, there was NOTHING I could do. It was TORTURE! Sam continued to ‘teach’ Karla on the finer points of sucking on a cock including deepthroating which she has ALWAYS been very good at. Karla on the other hand had a very difficult time taking even half of Mr. Drippy in her mouth. Sam was patient with her and attempted to show her out to repress the gag-reflex but it didn’t help. No matter what she tried, Karla kept gagging up a storm whenever more than half of my cock slid into her mouth. Sam finally decided enough of this and sat back on the couch. She looked over to Karla and said: “You know our slave-boy is a MAJOR foot fetish?” Karla nodded her head to say yes which surprised me a bit. I didn’t know her that well so I could only surmise that Sam had clued her into my little fetish beforehand. At this point Sam raised one of her glorious legs and pointed her black stiletto shoe right at my face. She commanded me to “lick it”. I hesitated for a second and I felt a sharp tug at my balls as Sam yanked on the leash, which served to drive home the point that I was hers to control. The smooth, glossy surface was cool to my tongue and it smelled of leather and her lovely feet. She then commanded me to lick on the 5” heel and raised it to my mouth. As the dutiful slave-boy, I did as instructed. She then ordered me to suck on it. Once again I hesitated just a moment too long and my mistress gave another sharp pull on the leash attached to my balls. I wrapped my lips around the end of the sharp heel and started to suck on it like it was a slim little cock. All of this seemed to get Karla REALLY going because in the next second she raised her pretty little feet to my face and ordered me to suck on her toes. My mistress pulled her heel from my mouth and ordered me to worship Karla’s feet which I had NO problems doing. They were lovely. Sexy little toes each tipped with a pretty little red toenail all perfectly manicured and luscious. I slurped on one toe after the other as she pressed her feet against may face and lips. My tongue found its way in between each toe and then down along her soles as she slid her soft little foot along my face. At this point Mistress Sam commanded me to get on my knees in front of them so that I could “properly” worship their feet and legs, a command I obeyed immediately without a bit of hesitation. (I was really getting the hang of this eh?) Once there, with Sam now using my back as an ottoman I continued to lavish my oral attention on Karla’s gorgeous tootsies and ankles. Every once and a while I’d steal a glance up and see my Mistress kissing Karla or licking and sucking on one of her cherry red nipples. The effect on my dick was incredible. With no one paying him any attention other than having a collar tightly cinching up my balls and a leash attached to that, he throbbed and ached for release, more and more pre-cum leaking out and now landing on the floor. This went on for quite some time before my Mistress finally said, let’s head do the ‘dungeon’… Stay tuned for part II my friends… It only gets better from here. -tm |
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Ok, I will DEFINITELY do a Part II... Just for you guys. Stay tuned. Ol Tazzerman and Mr. Drippy are going to be in for a MAJOR wicked time  -tm
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Ok I WILL do a Part II! I have such WICKED ideas.. Stay tuned!  -tm
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guess I didnt, it is kinda long now you know i do my best to come and read these whne i have the time to really enjoy them  which will probably be tomorrow. 
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awwwww...you know i wanna taste the precum dripping from mr drippy...lol...mmmm....sweeeeetttt!!!! can't wait for the next part...awww
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