Journey Into Chastity, Book Two: The Ecstasy of Denial by Stanley Jeffries
Author of Journey Into Chastity, Book One
Dominant Femmes and Lesbian lovers, Laura and Christine return in Book Two of Journey Into Chastity, with their submissive John and more hot Femdom action. As this kinky ménage a trois continues, John finds a new sense of direction in his life. However, rather than just seeing his saucy Dommes on the weekend, he spends a long Easter vacation living with the girls, and their intense affair heats up fast. As a birthday treat, Laura finally allows John to make love to her, and he enjoys the only proper orgasm he’s had since the three-way relationship began. However, despite John’s strong affection for Laura, he’s falling in love with Christine, and she with him. She’s the kind of girl that can make a man scream!
While the couple’s furtive passions simmer, Laura and Christine continue humiliating their slave. They demand John earn the highest grades before he’s allowed another orgasm, yet for all he does to earn their favor, the promised orgasm remains elusive. To humiliate him further, they invite their gay friend, Brian for an evening of Dom/sub play. Though rather than being humiliated, John actually enjoys giving the blowjob and the sodomy that follows, even though he’s denied any relief of his own.
Although John willingly takes everything these two females throw at him, Christine is increasingly uncomfortable with what she is doing, especially sharing John with Laura. But when she asks Laura if she can ‘have him for the night,’ her well-laid plans suddenly go awry when Laura refuses and the girls come to blows! Laura isn’t about to give him up so easily.
Again and again, John sees chances for his much desired release vanish before his eyes.
Can this sexy threesome survive? Will John and Christine see their love flower? Perhaps most important to John, will Laura ever give up the key and release him from his chaste existence.
As I stripped off my clothes, so did she. She stripped down to her underwear – which was rather nice I thought: black silky bra, panties and suspender belt, with sheer black stockings. She actually apologized for not having her thigh boots with her, but her new party dress had taken up too much room in her bag. She slipped on her black court shoes, which had a sexy four inch heel. I was allowed to worship them while she inspected my back.
“Gosh, I can still see some of the heel scratches,” she said, sounding surprised. I wasn’t – I’d felt how hard she and Christine had been pressing into me.
“Would you like me to give you some more?” she asked.
“I’m your slave, Mistress. Please treat me as you wish.”
Laura laughed softly, and drew her right heel across my back. I winced as I felt the heel dig in.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I cleaned the heels with antiseptic spray this morning. Don’t want you getting infected, do we, sweetie?”
“No Mistress!” I gasped.
“That might be tricky to explain in the emergency room!” she laughed again and drew another deep line across my skin.
Inspection of my backside followed. All the redness was now gone. Truth be told, it had faded to nothing after three days. There was still some bruising there, but it was fading too. Laura had proudly showed me her pert bottom too. There were no signs of last weekend’s punishment. I wasn’t allowed to touch it, unfortunately.
“The marks were pretty well gone by Wednesday,” she said proudly. “Christine says I must heal quickly. She’d like me to take something a bit more severe next time she said. Maybe she’ll let you watch? Would you like to see her beating me? You couldn’t actually see it last time.”
She was standing over me – I was in my normal kneeling position, hands on head. Her pussy was level with my face.
“Yes Mistress. That would be nice.”
“You mean it would be nice to see your girlfriend being spanked or worse by another girl? Is that what you mean?” She pressed her groin into my face. I caught the scent of her and my dick started to strain against the CB3000.
Laura checked her watch and then walked over to the table and picked up her mobile phone. She pushed a few buttons and put the phone to her ear.
“Hi, it’s me. Yes, fine. Just called to say he’s ready for his milking. OK. Sure. Bye.”
She turned to me. “Crank up your laptop and get ready to Skype with Christine. She’ll be supervising your milking.”
I groaned. The idea of Christine having this on a camera made me worried. She could record it and have it all over YouTube in a few minutes. I opened the PC and waited for Windows to do its thing. Skype came up and I saw Christine’s status go green. Almost right away there was an incoming call from her, and of course, Skype was already configured to automatically answer it. This time the video was enabled at her end also; she was wearing a simple white blouse and I noticed she had on a headset.
“Greetings, slave!” she said in a subdued voice. “And how are we today?”
“I’m fine, thank you, Mistress Christine. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you. I’m up in Yorkshire this weekend visiting my family. And it’s raining cats and dogs here. How about there?”
Now I realized why she was wearing the headset and speaking quietly; she didn’t want her family to overhear her.
“Yes, it’s the same, Mistress.”
“OK, time for milking. Assume the position,” Christine said.
I quickly took my place on the bed and Laura adjusted the webcam so that Christine could get a good view.
“I’m going to take you up the arse now, slave. Do you think you’re going to come in that thing again?” she asked.
“I don’t think so, Mistress, it’s not the same this time,” I said. Indeed it wasn’t. Last weekend I’d been deprived for three weeks, and the girls had been teasing me almost constantly for a day and a half.
“I hope not. If you do come then believe me we’ll find a way to make you pay, and you won’t like it!”
“No, Mistress Laura.”
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