Femdom stories

Femdom story - Male enslavement

Two mistresses torture and humiliate a male slave femdom story.

I hadn't really been seeing her very long, but it seemed like something that

might actually last. I don't know what it was exactly that went wrong, but we

started seeing less and less of each other as the days passed. She wasn't really

the most attractive girl I'd been out with, beauty-wise or figure-wise, but I

thought we really had something. I became increasingly suspicious as I started

noticing another vehicle parked at her house from time to time. I didn't know of

anyone that drove a green Toyota.

"Maryann?" I said as she picked up the phone. "Is there something you need to

tell me?" I had needed to make this call for a while, but for some reason I was

hesitant to confront her. As far as I knew, I was the world to her, and she

wouldn't want to do anything to give that up. But there was a strange feeling in

my gut, and I couldn't quite place what it was.

"What do you mean, Mark?" she asked, her voice sounding almost too innocent.

"Well, just that things seem really strange lately," I responded, trying to

think of how to phrase it. "Can we get together and talk about it sometime

today?" She hesitated after I said this.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, my mind still formulating possibilities.

"Well, I have a doctor's appointment today," she said, "and I really need to get

ready. How about some other time?" Something was definitely strange.

"Like when?" I asked, the impatient edge showing in my voice.

"I don't know," she said with a little sigh. "Just call me back later on, and

we'll talk about it, all right?" I agreed, because what else could I really do?

I hung up the phone.

I decided to put a plan into action. It was about time I got to the bottom of

this for sure! I drove by her house, and sure enough, there was the anonymous

green Toyota.

Call me childish, but I couldn't let it end there. I would be left wondering

forever about this, and my heart thumped faster with the thought that she could

be screwing around on me. I mean, it was true that we really hadn't been

together long at all, but still, does that make it right? I parked some distance

away, and made my way over to her house on foot.

Watching from behind one side of the house, I waited for several minutes until I

was rewarded with the opening of the front door. Maryann walked out, and there

was a guy with her. He was a bit taller than me, but really nothing special I

think. Nothing worth losing me, for sure. He had his arm around her as they

walked to the green Toyota, got in, and took off.

Now I knew for sure. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but it's

nothing a person can really get used to. No one should have to get used to it,

in fact. I ran back to my car and jumped in, giving chase but staying far enough

back that they couldn't see me. I followed them all the way to a video store,

where they entered and came back out a few minutes later with some movies. He

bumped into her from behind on their way out the door and laughed, putting her

arms around her and kissing her on the neck. I was growing more and more pissed

by the moment. I was barely able to restrain the urge to run up and ram his head

into the brick wall.

Later that day, well after all this had happened, I was at home and decided to

give her another call. The phone rang a few times, but she finally picked it up.

It was really hard to think of something to say right then, I'll tell you that.

"Hello?" Maryann's voice said. I took a deep breath.

"Listen, about that talk we need to have," I began.

"Come on over, I'm back from the doctor now," she answered. She was lying! She

was lying and I knew it! I could almost feel my blood boiling in rage.

"Whatever you say," I basically spat, and hung up the phone. I drove to her

house, and the green Toyota was gone. Instead there was a little white car which

belonged to her friend Susan. I walked up to the door decided not to knock right

away, instead listening to the muffled conversation I could make out through the

door.

"I can't believe you actually hooked up with him!" I heard Susan's voice say.

"Carl is so damn hot!" Carl. So that's his name.

"I know," Maryann's voice said. "Never met anyone like him before. It's almost

too good to be true, Susan. He's supposed to be coming back over tonight, too."

"Gonna share?" Susan asked with a laugh, and I decided I would go ahead and

knock. I knew the truth now. Maryann could lie all she wanted; I knew the truth.

"Hey baby," Maryann said as she opened the door. "Come on in!" She was smiling a

bit too much, I thought, and so was Susan. Damn them both. I couldn't believe

this. I walked on in and sat down without saying a word.

"What's wrong, Mark?" Maryann asked, a touch of concern in her voice. Susan was

still smiling, though. She was so annoying.

"Can we talk alone?" I asked, and Maryann just kept looking at me, puzzled.

"I can go," Susan suggested. "I'll give you a call later, girl!"

"Bye," Maryann said as she walked out, and turned her full attention to me.

"What is it, Mark? You're acting weird."

"Why don't you tell me?" I asked, my voice shaking because I was so damn pissed.

"You were just going to fucking lie to me the whole time?" I stood up, feeling

really inappropriate in the chair now.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, getting back. "Mark, please. Just tell

me what you mean."

"I mean Carl," I practically shouted. "Where the hell did he come into this? Why

didn't you just tell me you wanted to see someone else!?"

"Please, baby, calm down," she said, her voice breaking slightly from

nervousness.

"It's over, Maryann," I said with venom in my tone. "Over. If it's going to be

you and Carl, then it's not going to be you and me. Not anymore." I turned and

walked out the door.

"Wait, please, you don't understand," she called, but I really wasn't listening.

I jumped in my car and went home.

I couldn't believe this shit. I remained angry throughout much of the evening,

and something clicked in my mind. Maryann had mentioned to Susan that Carl was

coming back over sometime tonight. Well, maybe it was about time me and Carl had

a little talk of our own!

I drove back over to Maryann's, and sure enough, there was the green Toyota. I

parked behind him, cutting him off so he couldn't back out of the driveway. I

walked up to the door, and not even bothering to knock, flung it open. I heard

laughter inside, and made my way to the living room. Sure enough, there they

were. Sitting on the couch together, Carl with his legs spread apart and her

sitting right in between them. They were watching a movie, but I couldn't have

possibly given a fuck what they were watching at the time.

"Oh, shit!" Maryann exclaimed. Carl made his way to his feet as quickly as he

could, but I was already prepared to give him what was coming. I popped him in

the face, and he fell back to the couch. Maryann scrambled away, and I closed in

on Carl.

"It's over now, fucker," Carl said through clenched teeth, getting back to his

feet. He came toward me with surprising speed, and though I was ready to deliver

another, so was he. I took a blow and went reeling back, and Carl was on me in a

flash, hitting me again. I was dazed, but not out. In that next instant, though,

I felt something crash into my head from behind. A large glass object, like a

bottle. As I crumpled to the floor unconscious, I remembered that I had

forgotten all about Maryann. I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke,

I was in a dimly-lit room. As my eyes adjusted somewhat, I saw that I was in

Maryann's bedroom. Her bed was relatively low to the ground, as it consisted of

one mattress on top of another, and nothing more. Carl and Maryann were both

sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

For however long I was out, my emotions hadn't subsided much. I was still very

emotionally hurt, and angry, and now I was shocked out of my mind because of the

situation. My hands and arms were bound securely behind me with layers and

layers of thick duct tape, and my legs were tied. I was gagged as well, with

dirty socks filling my mouth and throat, and duct tape over my mouth, wrapped

around my head a couple of times.

I was really shocked out of my mind. My senses were reeling as I struggled not

to choke on the stinking socks that had been unceremoniously stuffed in my mouth

and shoved down my throat. Both Carl and Maryann were naked, and their clothes

were laying on the floor beside the bed, except for their socks, but I could

guess where those were.

"Tsk, tsk," Carl said to me, with a grin. I tried to struggle, but it was

useless...too much tape, and I was just too weak.

"Oh, Mark," Maryann said with a sigh, "Why did it have to come to this?" I

didn't know what the hell was going on. I'm not even sure what I was thinking at

that point.

"Watch this," Carl said to me. "Here's how a real man treats a lady!" He kissed

Maryann softly on the lips, and then followed it with a deeper kiss that lasted

several seconds. They rolled over on the bed, his tongue running lightly across

her skin, working its way downward. Oh, shit...I cannot express the anger,

frustration, and inferiority I felt at that point. All I could do is lie there

helplessly and whimper as I fought the taste of Carl's and Maryann's socks which

I was practically choking on.

"Carl," she gasped as his tongue eventually found its way between her legs. They

made sure to position themselves so that I had to watch Carl lap at her wet

pussy while she moaned. I had never seen her so wet. This was really tearing me

up inside...

Maryann breathed heavily, her eyes widening, as Carl brought his dick up to her

mouth. It was very large in its rock hardness, but Maryann managed to take the

entire length of it. And as her lips closed around the shaft of his penis, they

made certain that I was left watching as she gave him the blowjob. I guess

everything got to me about then, the anger, the humiliation, the frustration,

and the pain, because I felt tears begin to run down my face.

I laid there silently and cried as Carl removed his penis from her mouth, taking

it in his hand and sticking it into her pussy. As Carl penetrated her, she let

out another loud gasp. For a split second, she looked away and her eyes met

mine. I really couldn't read her expression, but that's because I'm sure she was

kind of preoccupied at the time. Carl rammed it into her repeatedly, as her arms

wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him close. His tongue played with

one of her nipples as he worked himself up to a climax.

"I don't wanna be stingy now," Carl laughed, and as he began spurting his load,

he withdrew and rolled over to the side of the bed, shooting it all over my

face. He laughed again when he saw that I had been crying.

"Poor baby," Maryann said with a glance at me, leaning over to kiss Carl. They

both sat there looking at me for about a minute longer, and then stood and began

putting their clothes back on. I had never felt so small and useless in all my

life.

"Where's my socks?" Maryann asked, looking around the carpeted floor. Carl's

gaze turned slowly toward me.

"Well, he's got mine too," Carl complained. "But I don't want 'em now." Maryann

walked over to where I was laying, and leaned down.

"Aww," she said, kissing me on the forehead. "Don't worry; you'll get used to

it." Used to it? Used to what?

"Well, where should we put him, baby?" Maryann asked Carl. Carl suggested the

closet, and that's where they ended up putting me. I heard the door lock into

place, and I found myself in the darkness, alone. The pile of clothes I was

lying on provided some cushioning, though, and it was better than the floor.

I found myself dwelling in my thoughts, and the vivid memory of what had just

happened haunted me like a nightmare, but I knew all too well that this was no

dream. It just didn't seem real...but it was. I had no idea what they planned to

do with me from here, but I was sure it wouldn't be good at all.

And they couldn't just let me go. Not after all this. It would just be too

risky. But after a while, someone would notice I was missing. Something would

happen, for sure. Only time could possibly reveal what.

I struggled futilely against the thick tape once again, knowing that the effort

would be wasted. As the minutes passed, his emotional turmoil subsided a bit to

make way for fatigue and exhaustion. The minutes turned into hours as he slipped

away into an uncomfortable, and somewhat troubled, slumber.

"Time to wake up, sweetie," Maryann said, interrupting my sleep sometime later

as the closet door swung open. She and Carl dragged me out of the closet and

dumped me on the floor.

"Oh my god! You really did!" Susan exclaimed, looking down at me. They had

invited her over too?

"You really were telling the truth!" came another voice. I saw that it belonged

to Lynne, who was someone I had really only met once when I had to pick Maryann

up at work. She was Maryann's boss, and was probably about six or so years

older.

"Yep," Carl said. "Got him."

"He's ours," Maryann chimed in. I just stared up as all four looked down at me,

feeling something like cheap property.

"So I'll get the raise if I let you use him too?" Maryann asked Lynne. Lynne

seemed to consider it for a moment before answering.

"Let's see what he's got first," she said. "I want to hear him say something,

also." Maryann nodded, unzipping my pants and starting to pull them down, while

Carl produced some scissors and began trying to cut the tape away from my face.

He managed to remove some of it, but ended up tearing away the remainder of it,

along with some of my hair. I almost gagged on the socks as my vision blurred

from the sharp pain.

I was all too willing to cough up the socks, and did so as Maryann exposed my

penis for Lynne to see. I had not realized just how dry my throat was until I

got rid of the socks, and it was really hard for me to say anything.

"Mark, say something," Maryann urged. I said nothing, so she squeezed my balls

with increasing pressure until I yelped from the tightness of the grip.

"Something...to drink," I managed to rasp, and everyone laughed at me. At that

point, I realized a distant hope now that the tape was away from my face.

"Someone help me!!" I tried to shout, but it came out rather weak, and just got

me some more laughs.

"Out of tape," Carl muttered.

"I can keep him quiet while Lynne does her thing," Susan offered.

"I'll run to the store and get some more tape," Carl said, leaving the room.

Susan's hands closed over my mouth tightly, keeping me silent, as Lynne took the

head of my cock in her mouth and began sucking gently. I was getting

increasingly aroused, against my will, and Maryann just looked on as my penis

stiffened considerably.

The warm wetness of Lynne's mouth over my cock slid up and down the shaft, and

it probably wouldn't be long before I orgasmed. Susan's hands were sweating

profusely, which was kind of nasty, because I could taste the salty liquid

dripping into my mouth. It wasn't quite the drink I had had in mind, but I

couldn't really do anything about it.

I felt it coming on, and suddenly I was spurting hot cum down Lynne's throat! I

would have been proud of such a nut if it had happened under different

circumstances! As I went limp, she pulled away, and looked at Maryann.

"That's it for now," she gasped. I think my intense spurt caught her a bit by

surprise! "You've got the raise, but this means I get him whenever I want now."

Maryann nodded in agreement, smiling to herself. I guess at that point everyone

was happy but me. I heard the front door slam across the house, and soon after

Carl walked back into the room.

"Here we go," he said, setting down three rolls of thick duct tape. It wasn't

long before Maryann was stuffing the socks back into my mouth, and Carl wrapped

the tape around my head again, several times. I was pushed back into the closet

and fell onto the familiar pile of clothes that had been my bed earlier.

"You're in for a long night, sweetie," Maryann said to me as she closed the

door, locking me once again in the darkness.

PART TWO

I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this. Enveloped in the darkness of

the closet that was my prison, I was dying of thirst, not to mention starving.

My body ached throughout, and I couldn't move around much. The layers of thick

duct tape that bound my arms behind me, as well as my legs, were as unrelenting

as they were hours ago. Or had it been even longer than that? I really wasn't

sure by this point. Being held captive in a closet like this distorts the sense

of time, you know, not that anything like this has happened to many people out

there. But...surely I can't be the only one. I know somewhere in some dark

corner of the world, sometime, this has happened to someone. Just a day before I

would have considered such a thing beyond belief, but sometimes a person's whole

life can change dramatically in the course of five minutes.

"Awake?" Carl's voice said to me as the closet door swung open, blinding me with

the sudden rush of light my eyes were unaccustomed to. Carl laughed in my face,

pulling me out into the bedroom and dropping me onto the floor. My head struck

the floor, and though the carpet cushioned my fall somewhat, I was still a bit

dazed by it.

"Hey sweetie," Maryann said with a laugh. "Long time no see." Carl put his arm

around her, and they kissed passionately as I laid there recovering from my

fall.

"Do we really need to keep that thing around?" Carl asked, sounding as though he

had a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. "You've got me; I'm the better man, and

the better man won. He knows he's not shit to me."

"I know that," Maryann acknowledged. "But he's ours, Carl...we do what we want,

and he does what we tell him. Don't you think it's fun keeping him around?" Carl

didn't answer.

"Well, I'll get rid of him if you really want, baby," Maryann said to Carl. Get

rid of me? Were they talking about killing me??

"I think that would be a good idea," Carl agreed, looking down at me darkly.

"Lynne wants him," Maryann thought aloud. "We can just give him to her, and I

might get a better raise than the one she was originally going to give me. It's

worth a shot!" She made the phone call, and it wasn't thirty minutes before

Lynne showed up. Lynne was several years older than Maryann, though I didn't

know by how much. She was most likely in her mid to late thirties.

"Oh, boy," Lynne said, her eyes lighting up. "Mine, all mine." She looked to

Maryann and Carl, then back to me.

"For safety reasons, I don't want you awake on the trip to my house," she added.

"No problem," I heard Carl say, and his boot connected with my head, sending me

reeling into unconsciousness.

Sometime later, I awoke in a cold bathtub, my body aching even more, if that

were possible. I was alone in here. My hands and feet were still securely tied,

and I couldn't move, but the gag was gone. I let out a sigh of relief. I still

felt like I was dying of thirst, and hunger now, as well.

I just stared up at the ceiling for now, helpless to do much more. The tiling

was white, and covered in brown speckles. Nothing extraordinary, so that made

lying in the bathtub just so much more uneventful.

"Awake finally." The voice startled me out of my uneventfulness, and I

recognized the voice as belonging to Lynne. She bent over me in the bathtub,

looking down at me.

"I've got you all to myself now," she said, rubbing my chest with both her

hands. One thing I figured, though, is that she couldn't be any worse than

Maryann and Carl. Those two had actually hated me, and had known only their

objective to desecrate me physically and emotionally.

"Something to drink," I whispered. Lynne smiled.

"Certainly, dear," she said. "Just remember...if you start shouting or yelling,

or I think you're making too much noise, I'm going to have to gag you again."

She walked over to the bathroom sink and picked up a glass, filling it with

water from the faucet. She returned a moment later to hold it to my lips, and I

drank greedily and thirstily, emptying it in no time. She refilled it three more

times for me, and finally I was satisfied. I was hungry, too, but I wasn't

pressing my luck.

"You'll need all the water you can get if you're going to give me a bath," she

said.

"Give you one?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?" She laughed when I said

this.

"You're taking up my bath space," she told me. "Since I can't take one, you're

going to have to give me one." I couldn't think of anything to really say to

this, and she stood up and began undressing herself. I watched, wide eyed, and

she showed me everything. I could feel my rod beginning to rise, but I really

couldn't help it! Damn this lady turned me on!

She turned on the water at the sink, and picked up a bar of soap, beginning to

lather her body. I watched more or less drooling on myself as she did this,

covering herself from head to toe with Irish Spring.

"Here we go," she said, walking back over to the tub slowly. She climbed in, and

bent to position me on my knees. She was just like a goddess, standing over me,

and all I could really do was stare up at her.

"Well?" Lynne prompted. I just kept staring. "A bath...with your tongue, my

newly acquired bitch. Haven't you ever seen dogs do it? Start from the bottom

up. I don't want to see any soap left when you're through, by the way."

Her gaze locked with mine, and I lost the contest easily. I bent over as best I

could with my legs and arms still tied, and began licking her feet clean. She

held each foot up so I could lick the sole thoroughly, and it took a good while

just to remove it from the bottoms of her feet. This was going to take a while.

With the less-than-appealing taste combination of soap and Lynne's feet in my

mouth, I began working on the top of each foot. I ran my tongue over the smooth

skin, removing all traces of soap, and proceeded to suck each of her toes clean.

She kept wiggling her toes around in my mouth a lot, which only made it harder,

but finally I got the job done, and it was time to move upward.

I worked my way up each of her thighs slowly, and I couldn't help but notice the

remarkable silky smoothness. At least things were getting better! Aside from the

taste of the soap, it was actually starting to get enjoyable. As I passed her

knees, I grew more excited, knowing what was ahead. My penis was pretty happy

now, and it was only bound to get even more cheerful in the next few minutes!

It was then that I came upon a great forest. Wow. And you wouldn't believe what

lived in there. I found myself sucking the soap from Lynne's bush as best I

could, and licking the soap from her pussy. I made sure to do a thorough job;

after all, this was probably harder than most of the other places, and I didn't

want to fail in my duties. Let it never be said that I don't finish anything!

Lynne let out a sigh of pleasure, but crouched down in front of me and indicated

that it was time to move on. I silently agreed by removing the soap bubbles from

her waist area, and her stomach. She giggled a bit as my tongue played over her

stomach, gathering up soap as it moved along.

I stopped for a second to think about what was going on. Was I insane? Were we

both insane? I had never done something like this before, nor been forced into

anything like this. Then again, the past few days had been really crazy, and I

would have never expected to end up like this. What could I expect for the

future?

I forgot about whatever it was I had let my mind wander to as I reached her

breasts. She wasn't huge, but she was big enough for me! I'm telling you, Irish

Spring never tasted so good. I slurped on her foamy tits for a while, moving in

circles around each nipple. Her nipples were quite hard; they even felt that way

in my mouth. I could have guessed that I wasn't the only one getting turned on

right now!

I was soon licking all the soap from her shoulders and neck. The neck reminded

me much of her legs...very smooth, and inviting. It was warm as well. It took a

while to get the soap out of her armpits, because she hadn't really shaved them.

She hadn't applied any of the soap to her face or hair, though, so I didn't have

to worry about that.

"You aren't through," Lynne said to me in a commanding tone, seeing that I had

stopped. She turned around, showing me her back and her ass, which were covered

in yet more of the soap. Her back took a long time, because it was such a large

area, but time seemed to pass relatively quickly, leaving me staring at her ass,

which was covered in soap suds.

I carefully moved my face into her ass, licking everything clean as quickly as I

could. I had never really licked anyone's ass before, and I found it repulsive,

but I wasn't sure what would happen to me if I didn't finish everything. I

hesitated once I reached her actual asshole.

"Well?" I heard her say, and this propelled me into reluctant action. My tongue

entered her anus, probing around, and removing any possible soap. It didn't

taste like there was much soap on it or in it, really, it just taste like I

would imagine shit tasting. And strangely enough, though I would never have

admitted it at the time, it was kind of a turn-on. Shit, Lynne had really made

me horny enough already, and she probably knew that.

"Ahh," she breathed, turning around. "That was nice. I'm going to enjoy keeping

you around for a long, long time." She paused then.

"I think you missed a spot," she said after a few seconds of silence. Before I

could say or ask anything, she answered my question for me. "My pussy." She

stood again, exposing it to me, and I dove right in. I don't think I recall

seeing any soap there, but I just took her word for it.

"Mmmmm, good boy," she said to me a while later, arranging me so that I was

lying down in the tub once again. Then she stood, and stepped out of the bathtub

leisurely. "I'll be back later. Don't go anywhere." I didn't really have the

opportunity to do otherwise, so I waited in the tub. Damn! My dick was still

hard, too, and really aching for the action that time forgot. I couldn't even

jerk myself off because I was tied up. I sighed, lying in the tub awaiting

Lynne's return.

After what seemed a couple of hours of lying in a bathtub, which made my back

stiff, Lynne walked back in with three other girls...two of which I recognized,

in fact. Maryann, her friend Susan, and a woman probably just a bit younger than

Lynne that I had never seen before.

"I've been hearing stories about you," Susan said to me, laughing. Lynne,

Maryann, and the other lady laughed as well.

"Allow me to introduce Mandy," Lynne introduced, indicating the person I didn't

know. "She works for me too, and I thought I would show her what Maryann gave me

today." Susan giggled a bit, though I'm not sure why.

"It's time you got out of this room," Lynne suggested, walking over to me.

Maryann, Susan, and Mandy helped her pick me up, and they carried me out of the

bathroom, down some stairs, and into what looked like the living room. They

forced me to my knees on the carpeted floor; Susan and Mandy proceeded to down

in some plush seats which near the coffee table. Lynne unzipped my pants, and

Maryann helped her pull them down to my ankles.

"What's going on?!" I protested. Neither of them answered; instead, Lynne

strapped on a dildo, and Maryann did the same shortly after. I gasped at the

size of them, and Maryann laughed as she saw my reaction.

"Please, no," I pleaded, as Lynne moved behind me, and I could feel her hot

breath on my skin.

"Or what?" she whispered in my ear. I didn't answer right away, and suddenly she

rammed her length into my anus, and my eyes watered as it stretched to make way

for her entrance.

"Suck it, baby," Maryann laughed as she entered my mouth, the dildo making its

way down my throat and causing me to gag. Maryann taunted me as she fucked my

face the whole time, and I thought she meant to choke me to death by the way she

was going about it.

"Now you know about us girls feel having to do it, don't you?" she asked, still

ramming her cock down my very throat at a steady pace. As I was forced to suck

it, I could still feel Lynne coming in from the back, probing deep into me, and

the pain had given way for a sort of numbness by now.

Mandy and Susan only watched, but I couldn't see them at this point. I struggled

to breathe through my nose, and I thought I was going to pass out at any given

moment, but I never quite did. This seemed to go on forever, but eventually they

let me slump to the floor in peace, after they had gotten themselves off.

"All right," Lynne said to Susan and Mandy. "Your turn!"

And as I watched the other two girls get ready to have their fun with me, I

realized I was in for a very long night.