My Rich Fiancée’s Slave 2 - BDSM lessons

I was so turned on by being—*their* slave\*, that’s what you are!\*—I started taking Ed down my throat and pushing my ass back to meet Bea’s thrusts. There was such erotic liberation in letting go, I whimpered from my impending orgasm.

“She sounds ready to go, baby,” Ed laughed. “Let that clitty alone for a minute and get Lucian. He should be ready by now. Oh, our new girl is in for a *big* treat.”

A minute later, my fiancée led back the big, buff butler, clad in a leather harness and his big, black cock—*Fuck! That must be* fifteen *inches!*—was throbbing-hard and dripping precum. I felt all swimmy inside when I realized they expected me to take this monster up my ass… not that the thick, twelve inches of silicone that Bea humped me with was small by any standard.

“Oh boy, our Michelle got a look at what’s coming,” Brittany giggled.

“Make her cum, darling,” Bea said to her daughter. “I’ll give her a good P-gasm!”

With my fiancée jacking me off with gloved hands and her mom angling the dildo to stimulate my prostate, it took less than a minute for the small explosion to gather in my balls. As I whimpered of my imminent orgasm, Brittany cupped her free hand and teased the most sensitive spot of my cock head with the other. I gasped, my knees bucking as I shot my wad in her hand.

“She’s falling. Grab her, Lucian!”

The huge, hunky man caught me easily and took me in his arms. They felt so strong and firm, his brown eyes so kind as they were lusty. I decided I wanted him to kiss me, to let me suck his dick, to fuck me like a Tijuana whore all night long. I was already thinking like a girl—a very slutty one.

“See how she looks at me, Mr. Edward,” he rumbled jovially. “This one was just waiting for this to happen to her and didn’t know it until now.”

“How are you, Michelle?” Bea asked as she regarded me in Lucian’s arms.

“I feel sooo good, Mommy! A little weak but good!”

“She forgot something,” Brittany said, holding the pool of cum under my mouth.

Without being told, I hungrily licked it all up.

“I know just the furniture for her. Take her to the game room, Lucian,” Ed said.

Cradling me like a young girl, the powerful black butler carried me upstairs to a distant wing of the mansion. I recall one night when Brittany and I were early in dating—six weeks ago—and her saying these were guest bedrooms down here. Plus a “special” room I’d be lucky to see someday.

“Someday” had arrived. Brittany eagerly scooted ahead to open the door for Lucian to carry me in.

“Oh my god!” I gasped.

“Welcome to heaven and hell,” Bea said, following us in with Ed and my fiancée close behind.

It was larger than even a master bedroom, at least 800 square feet, and it was set up like a dominatrix dungeon I’d seen in porn and fetish videos, six or seven pieces of padded leather furniture for tying people upright, flat, suspended in air or bent over. From racks and shelves on the wall was a galaxy of toys meant to inflict pleasure or pain. An open closet was stuffed with sexy and fetish wear.

Lucian draped me lengthwise over something that looked like a sawhorse, but was taller and adjustable. The top rail was a foot wide of upholstered leather. My arms and legs draped naturally down the four legs, where fur-lined leather cuffs secured me so I couldn’t budge. A tiny shelf with a pillow let me rest my chin. I immediately understood this was a device for beating or fucking somebody.

My cock grew hard, trapped between my tummy and the padded leather top, as Bea, Lucian, Brittany and Ed swept their hands over my naked body for a minute. My girlfriend then shoved her butthole in my face and commanded I lick it, while I watched Bea give Lucian a blowjob to get his cock slippery. Soon after, that massive hunk of black meat was pushing deep up my asshole, and Ed’s dick filled my mouth.

 The feeling of abandon I felt downstairs was even greater now: I was filled with two big, strong men’s dicks and I loved them in my ass and going into my throat. There was no need to tie me down, but I even loved the sensation of bondage. Bea leaned in with a riding crop to swat my exposed ass—the spots of fire burned so good on my flesh. Lucian’s dick pressed against my prostate, sending electric shocks of ecstasy into my cock and balls as I gushed small jets of P-juice and moaned like a whore.

“Finish her off, Lucian,” my boss said. “She has much to do tonight.”

“I’m cumming a fat one, Mister Edward,” the butler grunted.

Moments later Ed filled my mouth with his semen while the black servant pumped at least an ounce deep up my sissy ass. That’s what I was: a sissy who loved sucking cock and being fucked. My new name fit me perfectly. I lay there in the afterglow of multiple P-gasms and feeling Lucian’s load leaking out of my asshole and dribbling down my legs. Then I realized my arms and legs were freed.

“Cum over here, Michelle,” Brittany ordered.

The girl I fell in love with sat on a heady, padded leather armless chair. Her legs were slightly spread and I saw that kink teddy’s crotch had a zipper, which was open to expose her parted labia.

“Lie across her lap, Michelle,” Bea said. “I’m going to teach her how to give a proper dominatrix spanking and you’re going to help with that.”

“Mommy’s training me to be a dominatrix like her,” my girl gushed. “I’m so glad you’re here to learn on!”

“That’s what slaves are for,” Bea said primly. “Making life better for their owners.”

“I think she’s missing something, now that Lucian has made her a full sissy,” my boss chuckled.

“Of course!” Bea exclaimed. “I even had them all set out.”

She went to a chest of drawers and retrieved a small pile of items: a pick lacy bra and matching panties and pink leather high heels. Burning with humiliation I put them on in front of everyone. To my horror, my cock grew rock hard in my new panties. My fiancée and her parent laughed heartily, saying they knew it all along and things like that.

“She we lock her in chastity?” Brittany said.

“Later, after she’s had a chance to serve you in your instructions. Now assume the position, Michelle.”

My boner ground against her twenty-three-year-old thighs as she hooked and arm around my slender waist, as her mom instructed. Then Bea took her though various stages of sparking, starting with a gentle massage that turned into firmer and firmer swats of one cheek then the other. She taught her how to use the parts of hand, different ways to cup the hand, extending the blows beyond the ass, and how to really lay it on without hurting her hand.

I was crying like a little girl by the time Brittany finished spanking me. Her mother and father praised her technique and promised she’d start on the variety of whips next. But first was a vital new technique for her to learn, something all good dominants need to know: cock & ball torture. Just the phrase made my balls shrink and hairs stand up all over my body.

Under her mother’s direction, Brittany pulled my new panties under my balls so all my junk hung out. She put clothespins all around my ball sack in a circle. They hurt a little bit but then they just looked kind of sexy—until she started hit them lightly with the riding crop, which she also whipped my cock with.  The real pain started when she used the crop to whip the clothespins off, one-by-one. Bea did the first two to demonstrate, then Brittany knocked off the next.

Then Mom talked her daughter through tying a tight leather cord around my scrotum, between my balls and the base of my dick. They hung a few one-pound weights from the cord, making my sack stretch painfully when she cropped my dick some more. Finally they released the weights and the cord. My poor little dick was so shriveled, they easily locked it in a small chastity cage and pulled my panties back in place. Beatrice praise my fiancée for being such a quick study.

“There’s even more we can do: hot wax, electricity, urethral sounds, ball-busting, but we’ll get to those another time. Let’s see how you’re doing with those balanced floggers. I’m hoping you can keep up a graceful, even Florentine pattern on your new toy.”

They led me to an X-shaped, leather-padded cross that was inclined slightly forward and cuffed me firmly to it and both my wrists and ankles. From this device I could be whipped, paddled or fucked standing up. Bea handed identical floggers—two whips with dozens of half-inch-wide, eighteen-inch strips of leather fixed into wooden handles with swivels.

From the mirror on the wall in front of the cross, I saw myself wearing only a pink bra and panties, with a lump from the cock cage. Fortunately I was too nervous to get a hard-on. My fiancée wore only that explicit teddy and patent leather high heels, each hand gripping a flogger. She set the two in motion in a graceful figure-eight pattern, then stepped in and the leather falls began landing lightly on my back and bottom. At first it was delightful, as soothing as a massage, but then she put more power into it.

Ten minutes later I was sagging in the cuffs and sobbing from the pain. Brittany released me and helped me to my knees in the soft, thick carpet and delicately ran her hands all over my body, soothing away the pain while she kissed away my tears and told me she loved me right now more than she ever had. As my discomfort subsided, she said something to her mom. A moment later my fiancée locked a dog collar around my neck, seized the lease ring in her finger, and pulled my face to hers. She raped my mouth with her tongue, and I couldn’t help kissing her back.

“Time to make you fully mine,” she said.

Ed and Lucian helped me into a leather sling suspended by chains connected to adjustable steel cables from the ceiling. It put me on my back, with my knees suspended wide open through leather hoops attached to the bottom chains. My wrists were cuffed to chains on the upper part of the sling. I was essentially sitting suspended in the air with my ass a waist level…

*Or fisting level*…

I’d once seen a lesbian pussy-fisting video and it was set up just like this. I told myself that Brittany just wanted to peg my ass like her mother did, but then I saw Bea coating her daughter’s hand and forearm with thick, heavy lubricant. The woman getting fisted in the video went through intense changes, making sounds at first like it hurt a lot. But later when her lover’s arm started plunging deep into her…

*She’d cum so hard, so many times! But can I take that kind of pain? Can I*—

My fiancée stood in front of me, the nipples of her protruding breasts hard, her major labia swollen in her unzipped crotch, her eyes shining with excitement. She easily slid one greasy finger into me, making me whimper with pleasure. “You will address me as ‘Mistress’ from now on, unless instructed otherwise. Is that clear, Michelle?” She slipped in a second finger.

“Oh god, yes! Yes, Mistress!” I gasped.

“And you agree that you are my slave and will do anything I tell you to do?”

The crazy reality of my helplessness made my dick start to get hard in the cock cage. “Yes, Mistress! I… Oh, fuck, it hurts, Mistress!”

“Is your clitty getting hard from being my slave?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Well then I better help you out!”

She added her ring and pinkie fingers, stretching my asshole enough to hurt and calming my boner. Her hot breath got in my ear and told me to relax and remember the tricks I’d just learned, especially about pushing out with my rectal muscles as something pushed in. Her mother joined her and coached her on how to fist me, how to shape the fingers. Then I felt her thumb join the digits working past my sphincter.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I whined.

“Push out, Michelle!” she whispered and chewed on my earlobe.

With a girly sigh I followed her order and felt my asshole open up and her hand slide all the into me, eliciting a load groan of pleasure. Her whole hand was inside me. The fullness was so intense my cock shriveled, and a deep ache filled my groin. Mommy told my Mistress to let her hand rest for a minute while she removed my cock cage.

“We want her to get hard and cum from this,” Bea explained. “It will make her truly yours.”

Giddy goosebumps filled me as Mommy removed the chastity device and encircled my dick in her warm hand. Despite the exquisite pressure of her daughter’s hand in my rectum, I sprang an instant boner.  She teased the head until I began moaning and then backed off.

“Take her clitty in your other hand and work both erogenous zones against each other. As your hand goes deeper up her ass, take note of stress in her eyes, her mouth, neck and shoulders. As the pain increases, use her clitty to morph the pain into ecstasy. Ride her down the boundary between pain and pleasure, right on the edge of climax. And don’t let her cum until you think she’s suffered enough. You’ll see it and hear it. When you’ve owned her long enough, you’ll *feel* it.”

My fiancée, love of my life, my new Mistress, slowly pushed her hand deeper into my anal meat. It had seemed impossible to feel more achingly full. The dull pain increased in my groin and sank into my balls, making whine with pain and tear up. Brittany tenderly stroked my cock, siphoning off the worst intensity of the anal agony. The worst part was my poor, tiny butthole stretching wide around her thickening arm as it pushed up higher. The friction was as delicious as it was stingy.

My whimpers started to turn into tiny sobs even though Mistress was beating me off steadily. Somehow my cock stayed hard through the pain. Mommy told her daughter that was far enough, then told me to look down. My asshole was clamped around her arm only a few inches from her elbow. I laughed and cried at the same time. Then I groaned as Brittany slowly pulled out. Halfway there she gently thrust in and out while her mouth engulfed my sissytool.

I came so hard I literally passed out.