Mistress of Pain and Pleasure

“I’m ready, mistress,” I said, trying to sound confident. But my voice trembled as I stood in front of her, my eyes fixed on the floor.

“Good,” she said, her voice firm but with a hint of excitement. “Today, we’re going to try something new. You’re going to wear this.”

She held up a black leather corset, adorned with silver buckles and laces. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she approached me, the corset held out like an offering.

“Put it on,” she ordered, her eyes glinting with amusement.

I took the corset from her and began to put it on, feeling the cool leather against my skin. Mistress helped me lace it up tight, pulling the strings until I could feel my ribs constricting.

“Perfect,” she said, stepping back to admire me. “Now, let’s add the finishing touches.”

She produced a pair of high heels and handed them to me. I took them hesitantly, feeling like a fool as I put them on.

“You look stunning,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now, let’s get started.”

She led me to a large wooden bench in the center of the room and gestured for me to lie down on it. I did so nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable in my corset and heels.

Mistress began to tie me down with ropes and straps which were attached under the bench where no one could see then started slapping my breasts while another woman watched us from the corner who had been sitting there quietly since the beginning.

“Oh yes that’s perfect Joyce doesn’t agree?”

Two women watching me being spanked while tied, everything getting intense, my hard nipples poking through gaps.

As I lay on the wooden bench, I could feel the cool wood beneath me, and the ropes and straps digging into my skin as Mistress tightened them. The corset was constricting, making it hard to breathe, but in a good way. I felt like I was being squeezed and restrained, unable to move or escape.

Mistress started slapping my breasts, her hands coming down with a loud crack each time she hit me. I felt a surge of pain and pleasure with each slap, my nipples growing harder and more sensitive with each strike. The slaps were evenly spaced, first one breast and then the other, and I found myself anticipating the next one, my body tensing up in anticipation.

As she slapped me, Mistress was talking to Joyce, who was sitting in the corner of the room watching us. “Don’t you think he looks beautiful like this?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. “So helpless and vulnerable.”

Joyce didn’t respond, but I could sense her eyes on me, watching me as I lay there being spanked. It added an extra layer of excitement to the experience, knowing that someone else was watching me be dominated and restrained.

The slapping continued for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a few minutes. My breasts were sore and throbbing by the time Mistress stopped, but I felt exhilarated and excited. The pain had been intense, but it had also been pleasurable in a strange way.

As Mistress untied me from the bench, I felt a sense of disappointment wash over me. I had been enjoying the sensation of being restrained and spanked, and I didn’t want it to end. But Mistress just smiled at me and said “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”

She led me over to a nearby chair and sat down in it herself. Then she pulled me over her lap again so that my cock pressed against my leg while Joyce came closer.

Mistress started spanking my arse cheeks, alternating between them. My balls were hanging through gap feeling weightless while swinging back and forth.

“Oh look Joyce isn’t that nice,” she said as Joyce reached out to touch balls which swung freely due gap between corset & high heel shoes.

I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as Joyce’s fingers brushed against my balls. It sent shivers down spine & intensified pleasure even further.

As I lay over Mistress’s lap, I could feel her warm thighs beneath me, and her hands coming down to spank my arse cheeks. The slaps were firm and stinging, but they were also pleasurable in a way that I couldn’t quite explain. It was as if the pain was triggering a release of endorphins or something because I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me with each slap.

Joyce’s touch on my balls was like a spark of electricity, sending shivers down my spine and making my cock twitch with excitement. I could feel her fingers brushing against me, gently at first, but then with increasing pressure and intensity. It was as if she was trying to gauge my reaction, to see how much pleasure or pain I could handle.

Mistress seemed to sense my excitement because she started spanking me harder and faster, her hands coming down in a rhythmic pattern that had me moaning and gasping with pleasure. Joyce’s touch on my balls grew more insistent, her fingers wrapping around them and squeezing gently.

I felt like I was being pulled apart by two different sensations – the pain of the spanking, and the pleasure of Joyce’s touch on my balls. It was as if my body was being torn between two conflicting desires – the desire to escape the pain, and the desire to surrender to it.

As the spanking continued, I started to feel a sense of release building up inside me. It was as if all the tension and excitement were coalescing into a single point, waiting to be unleashed in a burst of pleasure or pain. I didn’t know what would happen next – whether I would come or not – but I knew that it would be intense.

Suddenly, Mistress stopped spanking me and pulled me up off her lap. “Stand up,” she said firmly, her eyes glinting with amusement.

I stumbled to my feet, feeling dazed and disoriented from the intensity of what had just happened. Joyce stepped forward then, cupped face & kissed.

The kiss sent shockwaves through my entire body which intensified when Mistress joined us both pressing lips against mine.