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Stories of the Week Return to Stories Of The Week Main Page Return to Pink Flamingo Home Page (If you're a regular reader of this feature, be sure to refresh these pages to view the latest stories) Sheila's boss Lynn (male) faces some tough choices when he realizes what being submissive to a woman really means. NEW 8/08/08! Not For Sale (c) 2008 by Freda Howard, all rights reserved “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Sheila Pitworth asked as she looked into her boss’s eyes with concern. She had been working for Lynn Marshall for eight years and she had never seen him as nervous and awkward as he was acting this morning. He was one of the few men in the 5th Realm and his smooth confidence typically demonstrated it. He had been waiting for her in her office when she came in that morning and her first thought had not been a good one. In her experience it wasn’t a good sign when your boss was waiting for you in your office when you came in, especially on a morning when you were twenty minutes late. The moment he had opened his mouth Sheila had known that whatever was bothering him wasn’t her lateness. His quivering, “I need help” had made that clear. An hour later they were in her house staring at their uneaten breakfast. Her mother had warned her against working for a male. Looking at her boss’s handsome but overly emotional face Sheila was beginning to wonder if her mother had been correct. “I am positive that I want this. I know it sounds crazy but serving her is all I can think about.” Lynn Marshall bowed his head in an attempt at looking like the average subservient male. It was all Sheila could do to not laugh in his face. “The only time you have seen Kendra Phillips was that time we saw her at the picnic a couple of months ago, yet you are positive you want to spend two years of your life as a slave in her house? Do you know anything at all about what it takes to serve in a woman’s house?” Sheila asked as she watched him looking furtively up to her face. He couldn’t even manage to pretend to be subservient, how in the hell did he think he was going to manage actually being subservient? “My mother had men in her house. My company trains men to serve woman.” Sheila did actually laugh out loud at that. Those things in no way would let him know what it meant to truly submit. “There is more to it than a list of standards a male should meet. For example, think about what happened when I first came in the house just now. Do you remember how all of the males ran into the room and fell to their knees. It didn’t matter what they were doing; they had to get in place in under a minute. I didn’t ask if they were busy when I said I wanted breakfast for the two of us. It didn’t matter what they were doing, how they were feeling or anything; the only thing that was relevant was that I wanted breakfast quickly. This house is run much more relaxed than Kendra Phillips house is.” “I know she is a strict mistress. I have heard all the stories, but I can handle it,” he insisted as he put a bite of the omelet in his mouth. “Do you know that if I had been Kendra Phillips I would have punished four of my six slaves this morning?” Sheila asked. “For what?” Lynn asked with confused look on his face. “It seemed as if everything was served smoothly and they all were in the room within moments of your arrival.” “My omelet does not have spinach in it even though the slave who cooked it knows I prefer spinach in my omelet. The slave who served us drinks this morning spilled water droplets from the side of the pitcher. The slave that brought you the message from the office did not enter or exit the room properly. The worst offense by far is from a slave named William. This morning before I left for work I told him he was not properly cleaned. I come back here over an hour later and he is still in that same deplorable condition.” The disgust she felt was in her voice. When she came home from work tonight she would have to ensure that he was given the proper incentive to clean himself. “What do you mean?” Lynn asked with slightly amused amazement. “Michael, get William to me this instant,” Sheila said in a commanding voice that she knew Lynn had never heard from her before. Seconds later William appeared before her dripping sweat from his large naked body. He fell to his knees near the door and crawled to her chair placing his nose on the floor beside her feet. Sheila lifted her stiletto heeled foot and pressed it down firmly on the slaves back. Just as she suspected he had still not gone directly into the shower. He had gone to work out. “Stand up and present yourself,” Sheila said forcefully not bothering to remove her heel from his back. She smiled slightly as she felt the heel of her shoe drag painfully across William’s back while he struggled to slide out from under her foot and stand up. The deep cut her heels made in the slave’s back was only a tenth of the punishment he deserved. William stood but kept his head bowed and put his arms behind his head. He spread his legs wide and tilted his groin outward by swaying his back. Sheila started to move his penis out of the way so that her boss could see the offensive hair that was growing on her slave’s balls but stopped as she noticed his sweaty condition. “Show Mr. Marshall the condition you presented yourself in this morning,” she instructed William. Sheila looked up at her boss and noted the surprised confusion that was on his face. Everyone in the office knew that their boss had never been a slave but she had not realized just how unaware he was of the workings of a typical house. Nothing in the last few minutes should have caused such a look of surprise. Sheila looked back at her slave. She picked up her knife and used it to painfully point to the patch of hair left on the slave’s balls. “I told him to get rid of that this morning, yet I come home and one of the first things I see is that huge, disgusting patch of hair.” Sheila used the knife to poke the man’s testicles hard enough to hurt him, but not hard enough to break the skin. She would save breaking his skin for tonight. “Even now he still was not taking care of that situation. Get out of my sight and if you would like to stay in this house I would advise you to take care of that situation before you do anything else.” Sheila dismissed the slave without a second glance. “He would never have made it this long in Kendra Phillips’ home. I run a very lax house. My slaves have a considerable amount of freedom. I ask very little of them and I am not very much of a sadist. I still believe that you would have a great amount of difficulty adjusting to even my level of requirements for a house slave.” Sheila finished as she looked up at her boss. Lynn knew Sheila was right. He did have a lot to learn but he was willing to learn. She didn’t understand how much he wanted to serve Kendra Phillips. She didn’t understand how many nights he had gone to bed dreaming about suffering for her. She didn’t know how many mornings he had woken up hard and aching for the touch of her hands. He had to do this even if it killed him. He wouldn’t commit to it forever, but he would dedicate two years to obtaining his goal. “You could find out if I could do it,” Lynn said tentatively. He wasn’t sure what he was saying. What would happen if he submitted to a woman who was going to have to look to him as an authority in a few days? He was her boss and he definitely did not want to do anything to jeopardize their working relationship “What exactly do you mean?” The look on Sheila’s face was worth the embarrassment that Lynn had felt at asking for her help. “You could test me out a little bit. I don’t mean train me because I only want Mistress Kendra to do that, but you could give me an example of what to expect and what I needed to work on.” “Oh no, that sounds like a really bad idea. What would happen if you decide that I hurt you a little bit too much? I would not have a job the next day,” Sheila said as she pushed her plate from her and stood up. “Be honest; do you believe I would do something like that? Do you believe I would do anything to punish you for helping me?” Lynn waited on her answer. He tried never to ask questions that he didn’t already know the answers to but this time he didn’t see that he had a choice. “Okay, I’ll admit that I trust you. I think you are an honorable man. I will also assure you that I will respect you just as much as I do now no matter what happens. When do you want to do this?” Things were pretty dead at the office so they both had some time. “Why not start right now?” For a moment Lynn thought she was going to say no, then she turned to him and said, “Strip.” He froze for a few seconds. Stupidly, he had not thought about being naked in front of her. He closed his eyes and forced himself to think. Slaves did not own their own body. This was the first and simplest test. He stood and removed his clothes as quickly as he could. He kept his back to Sheila and refused to allow himself to think about what she may be thinking of his body. Lately he had been working out some but he knew he wasn’t as physically fit as the men he had seen in her house. He folded his clothing and put it on the chair near him. Bracing himself to face Sheila he slowly turned around and looked into her face trying to figure out what she was thinking. “Keep your head down. Slaves do not meet the eyes of women.” He tucked his head at her command. “Spread your legs wide. Most women feel that slaves should always keep their groins available and completely visible.” Lynn felt extremely vulnerable as he realized Sheila was walking around his body inspecting him. “You are unfit. You have a ring of fat around your stomach and no muscle definition anywhere on your body. Kendra Phillips’ slaves are very fit and muscular. Your entire body just looks too weak. Your shoulders have a little visible muscle and so do your legs, but it’s not nearly enough. Do you at least know how to please a woman with your mouth?” Sheila asked in a voice that was sending shivers down his spine. He had never thought of Sheila in a sexual way but he would love nothing more than to show her exactly how good he was at pleasing a woman. “I am a rich free man under the age of 60. Over the last eleven years women have been trying to ensure that I knew exactly how to do that,” Lynn said with arrogance he knew a slave could not show. “It’s being rich that would keep women from telling you if you sucked. Trust me you probably need to work on that also.” She grabbed one of his nipples and pinched. “You also need to increase your pain tolerance. I hear she dishes out a lot of pain and does not allow screaming,” she commented as he let out a loud yelp. Sheila grabbed his erect penis and squeezed tightly. Lynn remained still and silent as she continued to put pressure on his penis. He was determined to not make a sound as he felt her nails sink into the flesh of his now throbbing cock. She nodded appreciatively at his continued silence then dropped her hand down to forcefully grip his balls and twist. Lynn gasped loudly as pain shot up his groin. He kept his head down with difficulty as he felt another unexpected feeling stir in his body. He groaned as a part of his sexual being that he never knew existed awoke. For a second he was actually afraid that he would cum right there with her nails digging and twisting in his heavy sacs. “You have surprised me. You might very well make it. One of the many things I have always heard about the males who have been successful in Kendra Phillips’ house is that they are all true masochists. I never would have guessed that you would have such a wonderful streak running through you,” Sheila said as she gave his balls one final tweak. “I will have to admit that I never knew myself,” Lynn said in a shaky voice and a rueful smile on his still lowered face. “Pretty amazing hah, but don’t forget most slaves can’t talk unless they are asked a question directly.” Lynn was still feeling the lust she had raised in him from squeezing his balls, though the conversation had helped him to refocus on his purpose. He straightened his back as Sheila walked around him for another look. He wanted to know exactly what he was going to have to do before he could try for a position at Mistress Kendra’s house. “Now that I know you have a chance of actually making it, I needed to take a serious look at this body of yours. You are going to need at least a year to get yourself into the proper physical condition and probably just about as long to get yourself mentally prepared.” Lynn could hear her walking away from him as she was talking. He heard her pull her chair back out and sit down to her breakfast. “Michael, take these plates away and bring me a glass of champagne. By the way, why do you think I didn’t eat my breakfast?” Lynn’s hands went automatically to cover his exposed groin. He had accepted Sheila’s eyes on him but now some man he didn’t even know was in the room. Lynn heard a loud swish and then his hands felt as if someone had sliced them with a knife. He looked at his hands in horror expecting to see blood running from them but was amazed when all he saw was a long red welt. He looked up at Sheila in amazement as he realized what had happened. She had just used a whip to tell him to move his hands. “Think about how it made you feel. That is one of the many things you are going to have to adjust to. It is not all sex,” Sheila said without even turning around to look at him. “Well Michael, why didn’t I eat my breakfast?” Sheila went right back to the slave that was now laying flat on the ground in front of her. The slave kept his face planted on the floor but answered the question. “Because I didn’t put spinach in your omelet and I used the wrong type of cheese.” “What are we going to do about that?” Lynn listened to the conversation between the slave and his mistress and tried to keep from thinking about what Sheila had said. “I will forgo my meals today so that my hunger will help me remember to serve you better and I would like to request a strong physical punishment to reinforce the lesson.” The words were spoken clearly but the slave’s voice was now trembling slightly. “You and William are going to have a long night tonight,” Sheila said, then she dismissed the prostrate man. “Now Lynn, what were you feeling and thinking when you felt my whip?” Sheila continued with the conversation seamlessly. “I don’t know,” Lynn mumbled under his breath. He had not wanted to think about what he felt, but he didn’t really need to. He knew exactly what he had felt. He had felt amazement first then as it sunk into his head why he had gotten hit, he had felt apologetic and turned on. The anger that any normal person would feel was not there. What had been there was shame that he had done something as silly as use his hands to cover himself up. He had just reminded himself that slaves did not own their own body, yet he acted as if he had not known that. “Slaves are not allowed dishonesty or prevarication of any kind. You will be kicked out of that house before you can get in if you lie or even hesitate in telling the truth.” Sheila’s voice had a hard edge to it. “I just… it makes me feel insane,” Lynn admitted finally. “What makes you feel insane; my hitting you?” Sheila asked. “No, getting hit didn’t make me feel insane. My reaction to getting hit makes me feel insane. I should have been angry,” Lynn rasped as he looked up at Sheila. “You should be happy you were not angry. If you were angry you wouldn’t have a chance at living as a slave. Tell me how you felt. I am not going to look at you any differently then I already do.” Sheila’s voice gentled to the soothing lilt that he was accustom to. “I felt sorry that I disappointed you. I wanted to apologize; to seek forgiveness.” Lynn blurted out suddenly. “That is the way most males feel. The relationship doesn’t work if your slave doesn’t give a shit.” She smiled warmly as she kept talking. “I am disappointed and hurt that William and Michael didn’t care enough about what I wanted to see to it being done. Michael felt bad for disappointing me. William didn’t. William is not cut out to be a slave or at least not my slave. He needs to find a woman that he cares about to serve.” Lynn knew that Sheila meant the words she was saying. “I have just never thought of myself like this. I always thought I was strong and independent.” Lynn said starting to accept how he felt. “I prided myself in never letting a female rule me. Now I dream of a female not just ruling me but owning and controlling every piece of me; my body, my heart and my soul. I can barely recognize myself anymore.” “So you think your intelligence and ingenuity has made you a stronger person than the males who serve and worship women everyday of their lives,” she laughed sarcastically as spoke. “I’m not saying that. I am just saying that I thought I was strong enough to not need a woman’s good opinion so much. When I was a little boy I saw this man break down into a hysterical mess because my mother sold him to someone else. I vowed then that I would never be like that weak kneed fool. I promised myself that I would always own my own soul and no matter what else I had it would keep me strong,” Lynn tried to explain what he meant. “What you mean is that wanting to please someone and giving yourself freely to them is a sign of weakness. You honestly believe that the men in your training center are weak. You think men like William are stronger than men like Michael,” Sheila stated gazing at him with an expression that looked a lot like contempt. “No, well I don’t know. I can understand why William did not shave the moment you walked out of the door. What I don’t understand is how a man could make a simple mistake and then punish himself and ask you to punish him too, like Michael did. I don’t understand how that is strength or even sanity.” “I want you to think honestly before you answer this. If you disappointed Kendra Phillips, how would you feel? Would you just go on about your business or would you do what you could to fix it as soon as possible?” Sheila asked. Lynn closed his eyes and imagined being in William’s position. If he were honest with himself, he knew that he would have immediately shaved every inch of his body. He would have been appalled at the idea of Kendra looking at him with the disgust that Sheila had looked at William with. He also knew that he would have done just about anything to earn the look that Sheila had on her face when she looked at Michael. When Lynn looked honestly at his life he knew that he had only been surviving for the last few years. He had stopped enjoying his freedom several years back. He had only been holding onto a childish vow out of fear and habit, not strength. “I guess the only way to answer that question is by asking you once again for your help. You have told me what aspects of my physical body need training now I need guidance on how to train my soul, mind and heart.” “As one of my personal slaves it is your responsibility to continuously seek ways to bring me greater pleasure and happiness. To achieve this goal you must seek ways to emphasize your humility and increase your sacrifices and pains. My desires should always supersede your needs.” Fear coalesced in Lynn Marshall’s stomach as he listened to the beautiful full figured woman speaking in cool husky tones. He could only see her delicate feet that were adorned by stiletto heeled sandals. In his mind’s eye he could see the heavy black curls that hung half way down her back and the smooth almost caramel colored skin that covered the lush curves of her petite frame. He could imagine her full breasts that tapered down to her smaller, soft waistline then back out to the gravity defying hips that he loved so much. He longed to look up into her soulful brown eyes but he knew that he was not even close to earning such a privilege yet. Kneeling beside her chair he could hear the small clink of her fork hitting the china as she ate the delicious smelling dinner on her plate. Lynn’s stomach growled in protest as another hunger cramp hit him. It had been almost twenty four hours since he had eaten anything more than a slice of stale bread and some chemical tasting warm water. His day had started this morning at 4:00am on a very empty stomach. After the bread, water and vitamins he had run outside for three hours. He came inside only to work out in a gym for another six hours then go back out for another four hours in the sun. His only break had been a shower. His body ached, he was dizzy with hunger and he was more terrified than he had ever been in his life, but he was also happier than he had ever been. He was finally Mistress Kendra’s slave. “You may now join me at the table for dinner.” Lynn wasn’t deceived by the casual sound of her offer. He knew that this was one of her tests. She had just reminded him of his duty to put her desires above his needs. She knew that his body was desperate for sustenance so she was offering it to him. The problem was that he knew that the aching weakness his hunger was causing him was bringing her pleasure. She was tempting him with a meal of steak and baked potato, his favorites, to test his commitment to serving her properly. The smile she gave after he humbly refused the food let him know he had done the right thing. Two small bowls were dropped beside Lynn’s kneeling body. One bowl was half filled with cloudy water the other with gruel. After receiving permission to eat, Lynn quickly scoffed down the insufficient, cold, bitter meal. “I am ready for my entertainment now,” Mistress Kendra said as she dropped her napkin on the table. The table was quickly moved and replaced by the kneeling bodies of Mistress Kendra’s personal quarter’s slaves. Four of the seven slaves were house slaves. The other three, him included, were sex slaves. As sex slaves they were responsible for providing any ‘entertainment’ that Mistress Kendra desired. Lynn had not yet had the honor of helping provide her entertainment, but he was looking forward to the opportunity to feel the pain and pleasure he knew it would encompass. “Lynn, Richard and Jacob, stand up and present yourselves,” Kendra said mildly. Lynn kept his head bowed as he and the other two males followed the directions. Richard was considered the most handsome with his long brown hair that hung in a straight thick sheet around his lean muscular body. He had the long sleek look of a professional swimmer who had put on a few muscles too many and the classic beauty of a Hollywood heartthrob. Even though Richard was handsome he was not Mistress Kendra’s favorite. Jacob was her favorite, but he looked more like the Hollywood villain. His huge facial features gave him a hard look that matched a body that would cause envy in any bodybuilder. There was not a trace of fat anywhere and each well developed muscle stood out distinctly. Lynn knew that he had a lot of work to get his body as carved and conditioned as the other two males. His daily exposure to the sun was giving his naturally pale skin a tanned hue that helped to emphasize the muscles he was developing. His body type was somewhere between Jacob and Richard. He wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination but his physique was long limbed; with more muscles and less fat he figured he would look like a swimmer on steroids. His baby featured face reflected his soft lifestyle as a wealthy businessman. “Step forward, Lynn,” Mistress Kendra said as she scrutinized his body. She twirled her finger to indicate how she wanted him to position himself. After several turns, bends and stretches she indicated that he could step back. “I can see small progress but I would like you to concentrate on your abdomen and legs. Tonight I will help you with that goal by allowing you to help with my entertainment.” Lynn could barely control the excitement he felt. He knew that there would be a great deal of pain involved but also a great deal of pleasure. As quietly and clearly as he could he thanked his mistress for the privilege so that she could continue the inspection. “Jacob, Mistress Lisa will be performing your inspection. She is in her quarters waiting on you,” Mistress Kendra smiled warmly as she spoke to Jacob. Lynn watched furtively as Jacob gleefully left the room. Lynn was still struggling to understand their relationship, but he knew that Mistress Lisa was important to them both. “Richard I can see little progress being made on your shoulders. Since you have only been working on them for a couple of days I will allow you to participate tonight.” “Thank you, Mistress Kendra. I have been working on developing larger muscles on my shoulders but tomorrow I will increase my efforts,” Richard said in his typically emotionless voice. Mistress Kendra quickly finished inspecting the other males and dismissed everyone not needed for her entertainment. Mistress Kendra whispered instructions in Richard’s ear and then he ran off to gather whatever implements that were requested. “In order for your leg muscles to develop correct flexibility must be maintained. Tonight we will work on that. It will also be demonstrated to you why you should develop abdominal muscles that are not just pretty but useful.” Mistress Kendra turned as Richard came back into the room and knelt in front of her. Lynn watched secretly as Mistress Kendra let the thin, gauzy robe fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Beneath the robe she was wearing a black corset that accented her large breasts. The corset met her black leather shorts which barely covered the rounded curves of her ass. With deliberate seductiveness, Mistress Kendra dropped the shorts and revealed thin red lace underwear that somehow managed to hide the smooth perfection that Lynn knew lay beneath the lace. “Attach him to the suspension bar,” Mistress Kendra said to Richard as she went back to sit down. Lynn allowed Richard to strap his wrists and palms into the metal cuffs that were being slowly lowered from the ceiling. The chains attached to the cuffs were rigged so that they could be retracted at the push of a button. Lynn felt his muscles pull as his arms were stretched. Lynn was not surprised when he saw Richard attaching several weights to his ankles increasing the already uncomfortable pull of his muscles to actual pain. “Now let’s see about getting a little flexibility to those legs.” Lynn watched anxiously as Richard pushed the weights further up on his legs and attached ankle cuffs. Richard then attached chains to the D ring that were on the ankle cuffs. Two personal slaves appeared on each side of his body taking the heavy chains from Richard. Lynn’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the men walking backwards pulling the chains with them. At first Lynn felt a pulling discomfort as the men stretched his legs. As they kept walking Lynn had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out. They didn’t stop walking until Lynn’s legs were stretched well past his limited flexibility. Mistress Kendra ran her hands lovingly over the wooden cane that Richard handed her. “I will be using this cane to loosen the tight muscles in your thighs and to test the strength of the muscles in your stomach. Having abdominal muscles that are able to withstand great punishment is essential to remaining in this house. Before I start, repeat the rules of punishment,” Mistress Kendra said in a clear cool voice. “The first rule is that pain must be welcomed in silence. Secondly, the mistress must always be thanked for the pain given. Thirdly, additional pain must always be sought to increase the slave’s tolerance and acceptance of pain.” Lynn had learned the rules of punishment his first day and had repeated them at least once a day ever since. Learning the rules had been easy, living the rules was not. As soon as the last sound left Lynn’s lips he heard the hiss of the cane rushing toward him. Fire licked his inner thigh. Another blow landed rapidly behind the first. Lynn tried to keep silent but as the third blow landed on almost the same spot as the first two he let out a soft moan. Fear of Mistress Kendra having heard his groan helped Lynn manage the pain of the next five blows, which landed in quick succession against the opposite thigh. Lynn felt tears falling slowly from his eyes as he watched his mistress stand back to admire her work. He took a deep breath to try and push out the thank you that he knew she would expect anytime she stopped for longer than a few seconds. “Thank you, Mistress.” Lynn waited fearfully to see if she was planning on responding. If she had heard him moan then there would indeed be a response. “Is there something else that you need to say to me?” Mistress Kendra asked in a voice that told Lynn nothing. He didn’t know if she was angry because she had heard him make a noise or if she was waiting for him to ask for additional pain. He knew that both things needed to be said but he had no desire to say either one. Lynn took a deep breath, for a few seconds remembering what his pain brought the woman he loved more than life, freedom and a pain free existence; pleasure. To be her sex slave was an honor that he was going to have to earn daily. “Mistress Kendra, please forgive me for disturbing your pleasure with sounds of my pain. I moaned while you were helping me loosen the muscles in my thighs. If you would like, my legs can be further stretched so that you can start again and I will do everything in my power to not disturb you again.” Lynn let his head fall to his chest as he finished speaking. His voice had started off shaky but as the pain lessened slightly his voice had steadied. “I am pleased that you have admitted your weakness. It did not disturb me, but I will however take you up on starting again.” Lynn felt the suspension rod lower slightly and his legs stretch out wider. They were now close to being parallel to the floor. Lynn closed his eyes and tried to accept the pain of his thigh muscles pulling and ripping. Five minutes later he had gotten control of himself enough to open his eyes. “Are you now able to go on?” Mistress Kendra asked. “Yes, thank you for allowing me a few minutes, Mistress.” He knew that she didn’t generally allow time for her slaves to gather their strength. It had strictly been an act of kindness. Seconds later Lynn was fighting to keep his voice silent. The force of the cane landing on already damaged skin took him to a new level of pain. He ground his teeth together as Mistress Kendra turned his inner thighs into ground meat. Lynn smiled as he proudly realized that she was stepping back to examine her work again. He had made it through without making a sound. He felt like someone had put kerosene on his thighs and set fire to them, but he was handling the pain in an acceptable manner. “Now we can concentrate on those stomach muscles; I want you to understand the benefits of strong muscles.” She walked to the side of his body and brought the cane down on his lower stomach with a loud, forceful swish. Lynn held his breath and tightened the muscles of his stomach in preparation for the blow but it had not been enough. The first blow knocked the air out of him with a breathy sigh. He looked down at his mistress wondering if that noise would be considered a moan. To his amazement he was able to keep the rush of air from happening again for the next five or so blows. After then it wasn’t a sigh that was the problem. The problem happened when she gave the cane to Richard. Richard had almost twice the height and more than twice the strength of Mistress Kendra. Each blow he landed brought out a strangled scream from Lynn’s throat. The blows did not slow with his screams of pain; they only increased in velocity and strength. He was reining blows down on Lynn’s stomach and thighs quicker than Lynn could even began to scream. Just as suddenly as Richard had started his onslaught, he stopped. It took Lynn’s agonized body a few minutes to realize that it was over. The only sound that could be heard in the room after Lynn stopped screaming was his shallow, rapid breaths. It took him ten minutes to calm down enough to thank his mistress for her attention. He began the apology and tried to think of a suitable punishment for his screaming during her entertainment. “Don’t even try to think of a punishment. I will be assigning your punishment. Your only saving grace is how beautiful your body is when it suffers.” He was more than pleased that his body had in some way pleased his mistress but he was very disappointed that he had also disgraced himself by screaming. “Richard and I will be testing your abilities over the next few days so that you can learn to provide entertainment in a more acceptable manner.” Lynn let his tears fall as he listened with a broken heart. He would gladly suffer the punishment as many times as necessary but he didn’t think he could handle disappointing her again. Lynn heard the lowering of the suspension rod but at first he had not felt the slaves putting his legs down and unbuckling his ankle weights and cuffs. The moving of the rod ignited the pain in to his body like a dirty bomb. His arms burned as they fell limply at his side when the slaves unencumbered them. Lynn lay like a puddle of overused oil on the ground. He felt completely useless as he tried to get control of his breathing and push his pain back to a more manageable level. “Come to me,” Mistress Kendra purred from where she now sat back in her huge chair. She was leaning back with her legs splayed open widely. The sultry look on her face was caused by Richard who was lying beside her on the floor licking his way up as far as he could on her leg. Lynn tried to get to his knees but he couldn’t seem to get them to stay up under him. The pain of moving his thighs was just too much. Determined to follow the command he had been given, Lynn used his hands to drag his body over to Mistress Kendra’s body. As soon as he arrived she took one of her sharp nails and pushed the red silky lace that had been covering her to the side. The sight of her smoothly shaved mons brought Lynn’s body back to attention. He could feel his penis pushing against the floor and his body in an uncomfortable bid for freedom. Lynn rolled to the side to unpin his penis and to get a better look at the slice of heaven that was now visible. She took the finger that had been holding the lace and used it to delve into her delectable folds. She worked herself slowly with her finger then pulled it out with a moist plop. “Would you like a taste?” She reached the finger toward Lynn with a smile that burned straight through all of the pain that he had been feeling. Lynn found himself pulling the sharp pointed nails and the supple fingers below them into his mouth before he could even realize he had moved. The moans were now coming from Mistress Kendra as she slowly pushed her finger in and out of Lynn’s mouth in a sensual imitation of what he was longing to do with other parts of his anatomy. Lynn came frightfully close to exploding as Mistress Kendra gestured to him to put his mouth to her neither lips. He took his time, determined to give her every ounce of pleasure that his screams had robbed her of. He held his mouth over her core letting the warmth of his breath heat her. Holding the small silk of the panties out of the way of his tongue, Lynn slowly ran his tongue along the outer edges of her. Taking a deep breath of her spicy, scent he stroked her lips with his tongue carefully keeping his tongue away from her clit until he felt her body trembling and he saw more thick honey pour from inside of her. Her moans had risen loudly and she was thrusting her hips in an effort to force his tongue to enter her body. Lynn glanced up and met his Mistress’s eyes. She was looking at him with such rampant lust that Lynn was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold off her orgasm for long. He wanted her body to absolutely ache for the feel of his tongue. “Richard, take him with your mouth. Work his body for me,” Mistress Kendra smiled coyly as she reminded Lynn that he didn’t have permission to cum. Lynn pulled back for a second as Richard pulled his penis into his lips with one smooth suck. The man deep throated him while lying on the floor without even gagging one time. Lynn had never had a male take him in his mouth before. He’d heard people say that males were better at giving blow jobs but he had always thought the idea stupid. Now he was debating on the validity of that claim. The few blow jobs he had had from women did not prepare him for this kind of expertise. Lynn brought his lips back to his Mistress and tried to keep his mind off of the unbelievable pleasure that Richard was invoking. He was determined not to allow himself to be rushed. Lynn flexed the aching muscles in his stomach and scooted his legs around to stretch the pulled muscles of his thighs. He welcomed the ensuing pain as it helped him get more control of his threatening release. The whole time he kept up the sensual assault on his mistress by slowly pushing his tongue inside of her and pulling it out with a smooth flick over her clit. He could feel her sliding closer to a climax so he moved back to licking her outer lips. “Now… oh please now,” Kendra mumbled as she continued to thrust her hips with greater abandon; her enthusiasm was pushing Lynn’s control to the edge. Lynn was moving his head as best he could to compensate for her gyrating hips but he was starting to lose control himself. Reaching the end of his stamina Lynn stiffened his tongue again and used it as expertly as he could. One more flick of his tongue over her clit was apparently all she needed. She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her as she shuddered and screamed her climax. Lynn struggled to breathe as Mistress Kendra closed her legs tightly around his head. Just as he got his first deep breath Lynn felt the swirl of Richard’s tongue on his penis and the grip of his hands on his testicles. He looked desperately down at Richard and then back up to his mistress. He knew that slaves were not allowed release without permission and he was dangerously close. That particular offense was punishable by expulsion from the house. “Mistress please, please allow release,” Lynn’s voice was barely audible as Richard pulled him in and out of his mouth with firm strokes. His request was falling on deaf ears as his mistress continued riding on the euphoria left from the wonderful orgasm she had experienced. Desperate Lynn continued to plead, “Mistress, Mistress please allow me release.” Lynn tried to cause himself more pain, but he couldn’t seem to move enough to do much damage. Suddenly Lynn felt a sharp pain as Richard grabbed each of his thighs and pulled them out suddenly. The male had splayed Lynn’s knees so wildly that he would have lost his balance if not for Richard holding him up. The pain had been intense enough to keep Lynn in control, but because Richard at no point stopped working him with his mouth he was still in danger. Finally Mistress Kendra looked down at Lynn’s strained expression. Her eyes slowly cleared as she realized the predicament her slaves were in. She smiled cruelly for a second then slowly spoke, “You can stop now, Richard. Lynn, you may find your release here in this cup. I think you may need a snack after all your hard work.”
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