Her Turn

Tim smiled broadly as the door opened, while Peggy smiled just as broadly back at him. They embraced. “Mmmmmm it feels so good to be in your arms,” she cooed. The chemistry between them was unmistakable. He kissed her tenderly on the lips and looked into her pretty brown eyes.

“It’s always good to see you Peggy.” “We better stop or we’ll forget why you are here,” she replied with a naughty laugh. “That wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” the tall, dark-haired man dressed in black leather said as he pressed her ample bosom to his chest. She grinned. “You’re right, but I have something special plans for you this evening big man.” “Oh, and what would that be?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

She answered by taking him by the hand and leading him toward the leather sofa in the living room. “Would you like a drink?” she asked politely once he was seated. “Do you have any Jack?” “But of course,” the lady who was dressed similarly as Tim replied with a wave of her hand. “Add some ginger ale to it and I’ll be a happy man.” When she returned with the refreshments, she sat in a chair across the room, facing him.

“By the way,” she said with her own eyebrows raised. “That was a fabulous session last week. You really put me through my paces.”

“I consider that a supreme compliment coming from such an esteemed dominatrix as you Peggy,” he replied with a knowing smile. “And you truly deserve to be called ‘Master.’ She said with a leer.

Tim looked across the room with great respect. “And you truly deserve to be called ‘Mistress’, he said as he raised his glass in a toast. “Well sir, since we have this mutual admiration society, we might as well continue our sessions together.”

Tim nodded in agreement at the long haired red head. Then she smiled lasciviously at him. “Since it’s my turn to be Domme tonight, we might as well get started. Are you ready?” “As soon as I drain the rest of this drink,” he replied evenly as he raised the glass to his lips. “What’s the surprise?” He asked as he set the empty glass down.

“Well do you remember that fantasy you told me about that has never come true?” He chuckled nervously and cleared his throat. “Yeah.” “This is your lucky night Tim!”

“I’m intrigued.”

Then she pointed to a spot on the rug that was equidistant between them. “On your knees now slave! Without hesitation the handsome man rose from his seat, moved to the spot and knelt obediently. “That’s a good slave,” she said as she rose from her seat  with blindfold in hand.

Deprived of sight he remained still allowing this lady whom he trusted to do whatever she wanted. Their mutual trust had been established long ago. There was utter silence in the room and he did wonder what was next. Then a loud clap from Mistress Peggy obviously sent a signal. There was movement in other parts of her condominium. Footsteps were detected. Then he heard the leader’s voice.

“Get him ladies!”

Suddenly Tim felt hands on him, pushing him, belly down, to the floor by a group of women who were hooting and hollering. Sitting on his back the ladies, despite Tim’s efforts to free himself, pinned him down. Overpowered by sheer numbers, he then heard Mistress Peggy again.

“Strip him!”

Roughly he was forced onto his back and they began unbuttoning his leather vest. His protests were answered by slaps to the face. When he was bare from the waste up, both wrists were forced out wide and tied down. “Ooh look at this hairy chest,” he heard one utter loudly. He felt hands all over him, pulling his chest hair and pinching and pulling on his nipples. The defenseless big man groaned aloud as they tortured him.

Mistress Peggy then gave another order. “

Off with his pants!”

Again there was nothing the man could do to keep the ladies from unbuttoning the button, unzipping him and lifting his legs in the air. He felt himself being shaken right out of his leather pants. It was most humiliating for this macho man to be helplessly stripped by a group of females, and when his bare legs flopped back down, his lower extremities were tied down wide.

“Ooh look at his black undies!” one said with a sarcastic laugh. “And they’re bikini briefs!” Another boasted.

“Yes but what’s this growing under here? “One said as he felt hands feeling his hard cock though the thin material. They squeezed it, poked it and prodded it. Then he felt something hard pushing downward. It was Mistress Peggy’s spiked heel mashing his cock to the floor. Grimacing in utter pain, the spread out man pleaded for her to stop.

“Isn’t this fun? We’ve just started,” she taunted as she let up on the pressure.

“Yes but I want to see the dick; I want him bare assed naked!”  Another said excitedly!

Without a word, Mistress Peggy whipped out a switch blade. “Let’s do this the easy way. Now hold still slave timmy, I wouldn’t want to cut anything vital,” she said with a laugh. Then slowly she eased the blade under the left leg of the briefs. One upward slice and his undies were now rags.

“Look at that dick,” another declared. “I might let him fuck me with that!” “Best one I’ve seen on a man in a while.” Another chimed in.

The helpless man felt hands all over his cock and balls. They poked, prodded and twisted them while he writhed in protest. Then he felt Mistress Peggy’s heel again.  His bare cock-head was pressed painfully to the floor. “Master Tim is not such a macho man now, is he, “ One mocked as he cried out.

At that point someone balled up his carved up undies and stuffed them in his mouth. “We don’t want anyone calling the police, do we ladies?”

Finally removing her heel from the head of the pleading man’s aching cock, Mistress Peggy announced that she had other plans for ‘slave timmy’. She then tied a long rope around his balls and held the ends taut. The other ladies freed his wrists and ankles as she ordered their prey to his knees. After his wrists were tied behind him, the leader ordered him to follow her. The ladies laughed derisively as he was forced to follow her while being led by his balls.

Mistress Peggy then forced him to stand and told him to bend over. Not seeing anything he really had to trust her. Soon he found himself bent over the arm of the couch with his butt high.

“Perfect height for a spanking, don’t you think ladies?” “Give me that paddle,” one of them said eagerly.

The next thing Tim felt was a hard smack dead center of his upturned buttocks; then another and another! The steady spanks continued until the spanker’s arm got tired. Then another lady took her place until her arm got tired. Another one gripped the paddle and let him have it with steady swats. Then a fourth one took over. By now Tim’s ass cheeks had turned a pretty crimson as he writhed in discomfort.

The ladies weren’t done with their slave-boy. Mistress Peggy led him by the ball-rope into another room. His arms were raised and cuffed over his head. A spreader bar was attached between his ankles forcing his legs wide. Having no idea if what was coming, he didn’t have to wait long. Each of the ladies was holding a whip. The slave’s back, ass, chest and thighs were continuously whipped. The lashes marched all over his suspended body. Then Mistress Peggy took a riding crop and used it to whip his dangling cock, up and down. Then one last shot to his balls left the big man hanging limply by his wrists.

When they finally let him down, he crumpled to the floor in a heap. Totally whipped into submission he was rolled onto his back and each lady forced him to suck their pussies. When he was done they left him tied in a fetal position on the floor.

Mistress Peggy thanked the other four ladies for their help as she saw them to the door. She then went back to the tied up slave and removed his gag. She grinned down at him. “Well how did you like that?” “Mistress that was perfect,” he gasped. “You deserve a reward, Tim.” She untied him, let him lie on his back, knelt between his wide legs and bent her head toward his cock.

“Yes!