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Chapter 04



So here we were, one week later, in the elevator again waiting for it to stop at our Mistresss floor to attend our first training session. It had been a wonderful week since the party as we had lived in anticipation of having Victoria pop in at any time, which she did one evening after the party and the thoughts of it were still buzzing around in my head.


We had been too tired after the party to do anything pleasurable and had spent he next day discussing our feelings about it and confirming that we had made the right decision in choosing a Mistress. Michelle and I seemed to become as horny as teenagers and in the bedroom we would almost ripped off each others clothes so that we could hold each other tight. Every night was filled with lovemaking until that Thursday night when we began what had become our nightly wild lovemaking. As soon as we were in our bedroom and had taken our clothes off, we fell onto the bed and started to make love. God, how beautiful my wife was as I looked into her eyes before entering her. Then just as my throbbing cock entered her hot, wet body, Michelle let out a scream while looking behind me.


I turned over and looked back to see a smiling Betty staring down at us.


“Well, are you enjoying yourselves sluts? I guess we got here just in time. Youve had enough for the week I think. Every night! Youre like a couple of fucking rabbits.”


Michelle instinctively tried to cover herself with a sheet while I just laid back down in disbelief. How the hell did they know how often we had sex? Was it a wild guess? I then stared at our intruder and looked her over from head to toe. Betty was wearing a short black dress and high black heels and you could tell from her hard nipples showing through the dress that it was probably all she wore.


“Get on the floor … NOW! Slut positions!” Betty barked.


What the hell was she talking about? Slut positions? I thought to myself as I looked at Michelle who just shrugged and got off the bed to fall on her knees on the floor. I followed her lead and knelt beside her.


“What the fuck? I said Slut Positions or are you both deaf?”


“We dont know what that is so give us a break,” Michelle replied.


Betty walked over to my wife, grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up slightly and then Slap, she hit Michelle hard across her left cheek. “You do not talk to your superiors like that!” Slap… “Now, do you have something to say slut michelle?”

       

“Im sorry Maam but we do not know what a Slut Position is,” Michelle spat out as she glared at Betty with an evil grin.


“Oh, thats right. You two sluts have not been trained yet well Im certain that Mistress will teach you all her slave positions at your first training session. All right, this is how it goes. Kneel and spread your knees apart…wide apart. Put your arms behind your feet, bend your body back and look at the ceiling or the wall behind you if you can. Do it quickly.”



We both obeyed realizing that in this position we were totally vulnerable to any dominants wishes. I felt my cock start to harden again as we knelt and laid there displaying our wares for anyone to see. Yes, I guess we are painsluts, I thought.


Some minutes went by as we held that position and soon both of us started to fidget our bodies trying to get comfortable.


Whap …Michelle let out a scream… then   Whap…        I screamed as I realized that we had both been kicked and I had taken it right on my balls.


No one gave you permission to move. Do you understand that sluts?”


“Yes Maam,” we both replied in unison.


Betty then went off to our en suite bathroom leaving us in the painful position. Although we couldnt see her, we could hear her opening cabinets and then we heard water running. I looked at Michelle and quietly whispered to her asking if she was all right. She replied, “This is fantastic. I love you so much,” just as Betty re-entered the bedroom.


“Did I give you permission to talk slut?” she asked Michelle.


“No Maam,” she replied through gritted teeth.


“On your feet slut michelle! Now!”


Michelle quickly got to her feet and I could not see what then happened but learned that Betty had moistened a small face cloth, which she rubbed over my wifes crotch.


“There, now you are all clean for Victoria. Oh, did I not mention that she awaits you downstairs. We are here to get you caught up on the punishment you earned at the party last night. You will tell Victoria that you have earned one additional round of punishment for talking. Do you understand slut?”


“Yes Maam, I understand,” she replied.


“Good. Now get downstairs to Victoria and remember the position you just learned. Get.”


I heard Michelle leave and I heard her bounding down the stairs. I raised my head as best I could and watched as Betty moved between my knees, her leg against my inner thigh and then a hand reached down to pull my hips higher. As she did this, my cock became hard and erect which won a chuckle from her just as she rubbed the damp face cloth over my cock and balls.


“There that cleans up the sluts love juices and whats this boy? A whole lot of pre-cum that I now need to clean up. Now get on your feet slut william,” she said as she wiped the last of the cum from the tip of my cock.


I struggled to my feet as quickly as possible and stood before Betty. In her high heels, she still was not as tall as I, but she must have been of the same Amazon family as Victoria as she was well built with short black hair and she was very attractive. Both of them had probably been Divas from the wrestling circuit at one time, I thought.


“Hands behind your head and legs apart… wider you fucking prick!” she bellowed out at me. She then came up to me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with a snap. When I opened my mouth to complain, in went the damp face cloth. Letting go of my hair, she then proceeded to stuff as much of the cloth into my mouth as possible. At first the taste was a bit of a shock being both salty and acidic at the same time but after a second I found it very enjoyable as the taste and smell of Michelle had always been heaven to me. Now mixed with my juices as well, it seemed great.


“ Move up to the bed, lean over with the front of your upper body on the bed and your arms behind your back. Now!”


Just as she barked that command, I could Victoria yell out to Michelle… Position you fucking slut! and I knew that I was not the only one to be disciplined that night.


“Move your ass back a bit! I do not want any part of your cock touching the bed.”


I obeyed immediately.


Betty had gone to the doorway of the bedroom and picked up a sports bag, which she now put beside me on the bed. Then she reached between my legs and fingered my balls and my hard cock, which I thought, would explode shortly from all the excitement.


“Whoa boy! No one told you to get hard. We will have to do something about that unless you can? No, you probably cant. I guess Ill have to take care of that.” As my head was facing her sports bag, I glimpsed her removing a brown heavy leather strap from it and knew I was to be punished with it. The strap was about 2 feet in length, 2 inches wide and about a quarter of an inch thick.


Crack! She had landed a hard one across my ass, which brought a moan from me into that facecloth, stuffed into my mouth. Oh fuck that feels great, I thought and I felt my cock getting even harder. She then took hold of my balls, squeezing them for all she was worth until I moaned in pain. Then, she pulled on my cock, jerking it down hard and I thought that she was going to pull it off.


Crack, crack, crack came sounds from downstairs followed by Michelles screams and a yell of fuck you bitch.

The bedroom door slammed shut immediately after Betty released my cock from her death grip.


“We dont need any distractions from below as I want you to concentrate on your own punishment slut. That cock of yours will not soften up as I want it to.” She said as she walked back to me.


CRACK the leather landed hard on my balls, so hard that I fell to my knees in pain. I was in tears from the blow and moaning loudly when Betty grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to a standing position. She turned me around to face her and then roughly pulled the facecloth from my mouth as I tried to compose myself from that last blow.


“Dont worry slut, your punishment is not over. Theres lots of pleasure left for you to enjoy. Ah, I see that your prick has softened up. Perfect! Now william, will you be using any airport, or entering a judicial building or any other area that does metal screening of the human body within the next month?”


“No Maam, I do not believe so,” I replied through clenched teeth.


“Excellent, youve just chosen your chastity device that you will wear until your training session on Saturday and afterwards when ordered. You are expected to be at Mistress Alexis office at 10:00 a.m. this Saturday and do not be late. Do you understand william?”


“Yes Maam, I understand.” I said with a quizzical look on my face about the device mentioned which caused a chuckle from Betty.


“Now if you had told me that you would be going through a screening device within the next month, I would have put this pretty pink plastic one on you,” she said as she reached into the bag, brought out the plastic chastity device for me to see, and tossed it back in. “ This one is more manly, I think and it will look great on you. Its called a Spiked Cage. Dont you just love it william?”


She reached into the bag and brought out a stainless steel cock cage, which she held up for me to see.  It was shiny with stainless steel ribbing and shafting. There was enough room for my cock to fit into it but just before she took it away, I noticed the spikes on the inside of the cage. The cage itself had a strip of metal that ran from the top, around the tip and then below back to its base. It held 7 rings in place that were spaced equally from the base to an inch from the tip. The tip was enclosed by another strip of metal that was perpendicular to the main shaft. When I looked closer at it especially when looking into the cage, I saw that it had on the interior 4 sharp spikes on each ring with another 4 at the tip. They looked needle sharp like a large nail or spike. “Oh fuck, thats going to kill me.” Later, I found out that it was 1.3” in diameter and 5.1 inches in length and weighed almost one half pound.


Betty then bent over and slid my soft cock into the cage, which filled the cage except for the last half-inch or so. The spikes pulled at my skin, causing a groan to leave me, but they did not scratch or cause my cock to bleed but I knew that with a hard erection, the spikes would easily break the skin. Quickly, she closed a locking ring that looked like a miniature handcuff around the base of my cock and balls squeezing it hard and tight until there was a loud snap. Then she reached again into the bag and brought out a small padlock that she used to lock the ring together to ensure that there would be no chance of removal. The lock sat at the top of ring and as I looked down at it, I knew that it would be easy to pick it.


God its cold… and heavy. I cant wear this until Saturdays training session. I thought. There was no way that I would be able to have an erection wearing this cage and if I did, what would those spikes do to me?



Lie on the bed on your back with your arms behind you!” she commanded in a serious tone.


I obeyed and watched as she took a small black candle and lighter from the bag. She then lit the candle bending over, took hold of the padlock, turned the bottom of it up just as the first drop of wax left the candle. The wax landed on the keyhole and Betty wiped it even with the bottom of the padlock. Then, with an evil look on her face, she let go of the lock and let 2 drops of wax fall onto my penis between the metal bars of the cock cage; one close to the tip and one halfway to the base. I screamed as the first drop hit and with the second one, arched my back so that the caged cock was high in the air trying to escape from my torturer.


“There, that should keep you and your slut wife from trying to pick the lock. If we see that you have made an attempt to do so, you will receive much more pain than a few drops of wax on your prick. Do you understand william?” Betty stated in a calm voice.


“Its made of stainless steel so there is no problem or excuse for not showering daily. You will have to sit or kneel over the toilet to pee but you will probably like that. Wont you boy?”


“Yes Maam,” I replied


“Now get on your stomach in a spread-eagle position!”


I rolled onto my stomach as I tried to catch my breath from the shock of the wax treatment I had just received and from the jabs on my cock from the sharp spikes. I had to adjust my cage by hand to find a less uncomfortable position to lie on it. Then as instructed, I spread out my arms and legs and trying to please the Dominant, gave a second effort and spread them as wide and far out as possible.


Betty let out a small chuckle again, “Thats excellent slut. You do learn quickly. Now lets see, you are to receive an additional 15 strokes as punishment for your actions during the first meeting with Mistress and for your stupidity at the party. You will count them out after each stroke and you will thank me for each one. If you make an error boy, we will start all over again. Do you understand?”


“Yes Maam, I understand.”


No sooner had those words left my mouth that I received 3 quick blows on my left upper leg, 2 across my ass cheeks and 1 across my upper back. I screamed and then realized that I must count out the strokes. What I came up with was, “1, thank you Maam, 2,3,4, thank you Maam, 5 thank you Maam. Sorry Maam, I lost count.” I lay there gritting my teeth as I waited for the pain to subside knowing that I would receive an additional 15 strokes.


“You are a poor excuse for a slave, william. A slave must be prepared at all times and must concentrate on the situation at hand. Do not pay attention to your pain but rather to what your Mistress is saying.  You will learn boy! That is just another lesson to thank me for. We will start over at a slower speed this time.”


“Thank you Maam.” And then the blows came across my ass, back and upper legs for which thanked her after each as I counted them out. When she finished, she let me lie there as I caught my breath and relaxed as it felt as if I had tried to push my body into the bed.

“Slave position, william. NOW! On the floor!” she commanded.


I jumped up and fell to the floor as quickly as I could, ignoring the pain from the blows I had just received. On my knees, legs wide apart, head down with my hands resting on my knees and my palms up.


“Very good slut,” she commented, “This is referred to as slave position standard or just standard. Do you understand that and can you remember that?”


“Yes Maam, I understand and I will remember.”


“ Good. Now lets try another shall we. Slave position tongue, now boy!


“I dont know what that is Maam,” I replied.


Again, she just laughed. “Slut, its kneeling as you are now with your hands behind your back, head up and tongue out. The command is slave position tongue or just tongue. Now, assume the position, tongue, she barked.


I did as ordered and then watched as she walk up between my legs and lifted the bottom of that short black dress to reveal a shaved pussy… a perfect camel toe. I could smell her womanhood even before she grabbed my head and drew it to her pussy. I knew that she was excited and wet even before her command.


“Lick it you fucking slut,” she barked, “lick it for all that you are worth boy.”


She pushed my face into her beautiful cunt as my tongue sought out her crack and then her clit. She was hot…she was wet…she tasted divine and she smelled not just of sex but sex with a hint of a fantastic perfume. As I licked and stuck my tongue into her, she began to grind her hips into my face. I was caught up in the excitement and could not contain my cock from growing. It started to ache severely from the cage and the spikes that contained it. I moved my mouth to the left and took hold of that lip and started to suck on it just as I usually did with Michelle who loved that move.


Suddenly, my head was snapped back away from Betty, and a sharp, hard blow landed across my left cheek.


Slap!


“Did I give you permission to suck me slut?”


“No Maam, sorry Maam,” I sheepishly replied. And then I saw her right hand coming at me.


“YOU” slap! “WILL” slap! “LEARN” slap! “TO” slap! “OBEY” slap! “DO YOU UNDERSTAND” slap! slap!slap!


“Yes Maam, I understand,” I replied with my left cheek feeling as if it were on fire. I felt so fucking good that I almost wanted to suck on her again but my need to please her took over thankfully because my excitement was causing pain to my cock from the spikes in the cage.


“Good, now get back at it and lick. Do not stick your tongue in my hole and do not only lick my clit until you are ordered to do so. Do not suck on my lips or lick elsewhere. Not all women are the same.” She barked out at me as shoved my face into her again. “Fuck, were almost out of time.”


I went back to my work; enjoying every little lick as she ground her hips into my face, and as she moaned louder and louder until…


“Now! Lick my clit only…faster slut… faster…ahhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed softly as she held my face to her. “ Stop slut! Do not move!” She pushed and rubbed her pussy into my face.


I obeyed and then hoped that she would want me to fuck her as Michelle always wanted when I had brought her to orgasm orally but I then realized that it would not happen because of that damn cage that she had put on me. Not only was I being spiked but also I was being denied an orgasm, which would become extremely painful I was to find out over the next 36 hours.


Once her orgasm had run its course, she pushed my head back, pulled down the hem of her skirt and let go of my hair that she had grabbed in her excitement.


“Slave position, quickly boy.”


I obeyed and knelt there with legs apart, head down and palms up while they rested on my knees.


There was a sudden knock on the door and I looked up at it only to receive a hard slap across the top of my head.


“You are in slave position boy. Keep your fucking head down,” Betty ordered. “Enter!”


Michelle came into the room alone as I recognized her feet but that was all I could see of her and no one else entered. She let out a gasp when she saw the cage between my legs and whispered as if to herself, Oh my God.


“Come here slut. Is Victoria waiting for me? GET over here. Now!”


“Yes Maam. She told me to tell you that she is ready to leave and that I was to give you this bag.” Michelle replied and must have then been pulled to Betty from what I saw of their legs.  Moans left both their lips and I knew that they were locked in an embrace, which must have seemed as if their bodies were one.


“Slave position beside your slut husband!” Betty suddenly commanded and Michelle knelt down beside me.


“In this bag, that you brought up Michelle, are your uniforms for this Saturdays training session. Nothing else is to be worn with the exception of sneakers or running shoes. No jewellery, watches, or any other personnel items, except your house and car keys, and wallets and identification. There are instructions in the bag as to where you are to park and william here has the time that you are to report in. The bag is locked with a numbered disposable plastic lock, which you must cut to open. You will open the bag when I Skype you, Michelle, on Saturday morning at which time you will show the bag to me so that I may see that it has remained locked and I must see the locks numbers. Got it? Do not be late for your session! You will now remain in slave position until you hear us leave by ringing the doorbell. If we hear either of you even utter a moan, I will make it extremely difficult for both of you. Saturdays training will be hard enough and you both should be well rested for it. You have learned new slave positions today and you must teach them to each other, as you will be tested on them this Saturday.” Betty then turned and left the bedroom, leaving the door wide open.


Neither Michelle nor I dared to move an inch as we heard Betty and Victoria talking and then finally we heard the front door slam.


“Bill, what did they do to you and what is that thing on your cock? Are you OK, Hon?” Michelle blurted out as she put her arms around me and started to kiss me tenderly on the neck.  While she was doing this, she ran her hand over the cage lifting it gently and then letting it go; all the while, I kept to slave position and did not utter a word, as I had not heard that doorbell. My cock felt as if it had been shot with a dozen arrows when Michelle lifted and then let go of the cage. “Does it hurt Hon? Why dont you look at me and tell…” and she realized her mistake just as Betty re-entered the room.


“Well done william. You are learning to obey but your stupid wife here is not. Isnt that so slut?” she asked as she marched over to Michelle, grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up so that they were looking into each others eyes. “I asked you a question bitch, do you agree?”


“Yes,” Michelle hissed back at her through clenched teeth.


“YOU” slap! “WILL” slap! “LEARN” slap! “TO” slap! “OBEY” slap! “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME slut?” slap! slap!slap!


“Yes Maam, sorry Maam,” Michelle sobbed and I then knew that Betty must have slapped her as hard as possible.


“Good, now wait until we are gone and YOU HEAR THE FUCKING DOORBELL.” And with that she turned and marched out of the room.


When we finally did hear the doorbell after a few minutes, I turned and looked at my beautiful wife. Her hair was a mess, her eyeliner was running down her cheeks and there were lipstick smears all over her face… and actually you could tell that there were two different shades.


“Are you OK Michelle?” I asked concerned that she may be upset.


“ Oh, that was fucking wonderful Bill, dont you think?” she replied and still kneeling, leaned over, put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard and fast. Then she ran her tongue down my chest and sought out my nipples kissing and sucking on my left one as ran her fingers over my right nipple and started to squeeze it.


She knows that this gets me as hot as hell and it did kick in which caused me to scam out in pain as I tried to have an erection. “Oh, fuck that hurts.” I screamed as I shoved her away from me. Tears ran down my cheeks as I hung my head down and breathing deeply tried too will my penis back to a smaller state.


“ Oh Bill…what have I done…Im so sorry. What can I do?” she softly said as she tried to comfort me.


“Its OK Hun. I just have to get used to this fucking thing between my legs. Do you think we could lay off each other until after Saturday?”


She agreed as she kissed me softly and led me to the bed. “Lets rest and get through tomorrow. Its not too long until our training session on Saturday.”


And that is exactly what we did. On Friday we found out that the only positions that we had to teach each other was the slave position tongue that I had been taught and slave position prone which also included prone crawl.


Michelle had no problem learning the tongue command and I could tell that she was eager to try it out. I on the other hand could not put the prone command into actual practice as it caused too much pain to my cock. The prone position meant my having to lie on the floor on my stomach with my hands crossed behind my back and with my legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. The prone crawl was just that…crawl to where ordered without taking your knees off the floor. I was not going to try that while wearing the cage that was certain.


On Saturday, we rose early and cleaned ourselves inside and out and then we sat there and waited for the Skype call from Betty. By the time she called, we had become worried, as it was just about the time that we had set to leave. She did not seem to be in a very good mood as we showed her the bag but had difficulty showing the numbered lock to her, as we couldnt get a clear shot of it for her on the web cam. After calling us every degrading name in the book, she seemed satisfied and gave us permission to access the bag and then quickly ended the Skype session. When we opened the bag to get the uniforms supplied by Mistress Alexis we received another surprise.  We had expected to find uniforms similar to that worn my delivery drivers but these uniforms were fucking wild, not uniforms at all but rather both were tight, shiny, black latex jumpsuits, which would surely have us stand out in a crowd as they looked sexy as hell. The latex suits had a zipper up the front from the crotch to a high collar at the neck. Also, on the left chest was our Mistress crest WR&C in bright red lettering. God, I hope we dont meet anyone we know while dressed in these slutty outfits, I thought. The cage I wore seemed to almost be visible once I had the jumpsuit on and I hoped that was only because I knew what it was and hoped that others would not. I looked at my wife after we both had dressed in the latex outfits and found my heart beating with excitement. She looked absolutely fantastic. I would have jumped her on the spot it we werent out of time and if I was not wearing that painful chastity device.


We followed the directions contained in the bag and parked where we were told, putting a parking permit found in the bag, on the dash of the car. Both of us wondered why we had to park one block away from Mistress building until realizing that she wanted to humiliate us by having us wear these jumpsuits in public for a few minutes.


“Theyre watching us Bill. I just know it. Lets get there as soon as we can so at least we dont look bad.” Michelle said as she looked up at what she thought was Mistress building.



Unable to jog with the cage on, we walked as fast as possible and after a half dozen cat whistles and a few choice remarks of disgust from passing pedestrians, we made it to the building and entered the elevator that we had used last week.


We held each others hands as we walked into the elevator and closed the doors. My cock was throbbing from the rubbing it had taken inside the cage and this elevator ride would hopefully give it time to recover.


As it started to rise, we held each other tight and we both watched as the floor indicator light showed us reaching the 2nd floor then the 3rd, 4th, 5thBANG…the elevator jerked to a stop as Michelle let out a startled scream. The lights flickered, all grew quiet and then the lights went out completely.



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