Two female dominants, one male submissive

“I didn’t know we were expecting snow,” Tina announced, putting down her wine glass & looking out the window.

“We aren’t” answered Dee, looking out the window herself.

“What shall we play next?” asked Ted, ignoring the weather talk, opening another beer, and looking over the board game selection. “I think this crowd is a Trivial Pursuit crowd.”

“You’d be right,” said Randy, but the babysitter just texted that it’s really coming down at our house. “Ellen, we probably want to look at heading out.”

And with the first to leave, the group started to dwindle, quickly. The twelve game players were ten. Then nine. Seven. Then three. Ted started to gather his coat when Emily stopped him. “Have you looked at the weather alerts?” she asked, handing him her phone.

“Holy shit,” he responded. “I didn’t even know there was the possibility of snow!”

“Well, I don’t think you’re getting over the mountain if they’ve closed the road, bucco,” Dee chimed in. “This is why I have a guest room.”

“But this means we can play more games!” Emily exclaimed, giving an excited clap. “I think,” she said, giving a wicked smile to Dee, “we should raise the stakes.”

“Wait, we’ve been betting?” asked Ted, confusedly, as he browsed through Trivial Pursuit question cards.

Dee finished her friend’s thought, “Of course not, silly. But, with such an intimate gathering – perhaps we can put something fun on the line.”

“And what sort of something?” asked the lone male.

“Are you just being dense, or do you really not get it?” Emily asked in response. “Favors. Sexual favors.”

“Poker.” Dee chimed in, pulling out a deck of cards. “Like strip poker – only the first one out — they’re a slave until the snow stops. Em, why don’t you divide the M&M’s from the candy bowl evenly.”

And so the last game began. It wasn’t long before Ted went all in but fell a heart short of a flush. “Three, seven, eight, ten, jack, unsuited. Wow man, monster hand” noted the host. “First, I want a massage. So, take off your clothes there, head to the room at the end of the hall, and under the bed, you’ll find a folded up table. Bring it out here.”

“You know, if you wanted me naked,” Ted responded, taking off his clothing. “You could have just asked.”

“Oh, there was no way you were winning,” Emily interjected, “Dee and I perfected the subtle art of letting each other know what we’re holding back in college. Even the most serious poker playing boys never catch on when boobs are part of the communication.”

“This way it was more fun,” Dee added. “Now, strip.”

And so Ted removed his jeans while the women cat-called. “Oh, I see someone is already aroused!” Emily noted as Ted’s removed his underwear.

“That’s what the flashes of cleavage were doing! I thought you were just trying to distract me.”

“We’ll say tease you,” Dee responded.

“That’s what they ALL think!” added Emily. “‘Oh, she’s showing off her tits in order to distract me,’ when I’m telling Dee just what kind of hand I have.”

“We’re a bit out of practice,” added Dee. “But it still worked like a charm. Now, chop chop, massage table!”

And so Ted walked to the bedroom & came back with a folded table. “I’m guessing this is it?”

“Good boy!,” Dee said, taking off her shirt. “Be a dear & unfasten my bra before setting things up?” she asked, turning her back to him. He did so and the undergarment fell to the floor as she massaged her breasts. “You guys have no idea how good it feels to lose that after wearing it all day.”

Emily came back with two towels & a bottle filled with some pinkish liquid as Dee took of the last of her clothing and Ted unfolded and set up the massage table.

Dee took one of the towels, placed it over the table, and laid down, face down. Emily handed him the bottle, said “this is pretty good massage oil.” And as Ted worked out the knots about Dee’s back, Emily began to disrobe.

As Ted massaged Dee from her shoulders to the base of her spine, Emily rummaged through the kitchen. With a shrimp deveiner in her hands, she sat under the table and pulled Ted’s erect penis toward her. Long strokes with the wicked implement forced him to gasp and falter.

“I thought we were massaging,” Dee stated as Ted attempted to simply keep from doubling over from overstimulation and Emily traced and prodded the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. He placed both hands on the table and sighed, deeply, as Emily played with inserting the pointy-but-not-sharp device into his dickhole.

“Oooooh, I love that hot breath on my back. Now, get back to work.”

And he moved his focus back to her shoulders. Ted kneaded. Emily toyed with him. Dee enjoyed the massage. When he moved toward the base of her spine, Emily stood and started tracing his nipples with her wicked little toy.

He massaged Dee’s ass and Dee responded by spreading her legs. Emily traced down his ribs and Ted stopped once again, catching his breath.

“My turn,” Emily rang in!

“But it was just about to get good!” Dee responded.

“Oh, we have plenty of time for that — look at this damn snow!”

And with that, the women swapped their positions, Emily lying down on the table. Ted massaged. Dee slipped the head of Ted’s cock into her mouth, and proceeded to play “just the tip” until Ted was unleashing an involuntary growl.

When Emily spread her legs, Teds hands found themselves on her ass and thigh. And Ted felt a sting on his ass. “Watch those hands, mister!” Dee chimed in, a riding crop in her hand.

“Em, I wanna play!,” she said, and Emily rose from the table.

“Shall we take him to your closet?”

“Ooooooh, yes! You see, Ted, when you live alone, you don’t have to hide the fun stuff,” and the two women, each holding one of his hands, lead him into the bedroom. As Dee opened the closet door, Ted anticipated finding a collection of women’s fashion.

“You know, cross dressing might not be my thing,” he started to say but then he saw, instead of rows of clothing, a large, padded St Andrew’s cross. With his back to the cross, they bound his wrists above his head, and his ankles with his feet spread.

Emily excused herself saying “I gotta find a new toy.”

Dee placed the end of the riding crop against the head of his penis. “May I?” she asked.

“You won the game,” he responded.

And she smacked his genitals. He let out an “oof” in pain, and tried to bring his knees together, but couldn’t with the way he was bound, so he writhed while Dee would place the crop against his sex, wait for him to hold still, and smack – restarting the entire cycle.

Emily returned with what looked like a set of Wolverine’s claws. “These are supposed to be for shredding pork,” she said. “But I think we can find better uses.”

And, walking behind the cross, Emily scratched her way down his back, over his ribs. Dee pinched the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and place an unusually brutal smack from the crop on the stop side of his shaft.

He writhed. He’d have fallen to the ground if not bound to the cross, causing the claws Emily had against his back to cut in, even deeper, leaving angry lines.

The two of them knelt in front of him and started to kiss up the insides of his thighs. “Tell me – what is it like to be hard for this long?” Dee asked, licking a drop of precum from the head of his cock.

“Honestly, it starts to feel like you’re drowning in lust. Every little thing that gives the slightest pleasure is amplified,” and then sighed, as Emily started to stroke his cock. “But my balls – my balls feel like they’re simply going to fall off.”

“Em? Can you go check on the weather?” And Dee’s friend stood to leave the room as just as Dee bit Ted’s scrotum, eliciting fresh grunt. “Oh, that’s just a little nibble!”

“It’s coming down even harder!”

“Joy joy!” Dee said, unbinding his wrists.

“You should get on your hands and knees,” Emily said, rooting through assorted implements hanging on the back-side of the cross.

Once he was on his hands & knees, Emily came to him with what appeared to be a curved slat of wood, painted black, with a whole in the middle. After messing screws on the far sides of the slat, the two sides came apart.

“Pull his balls back, Dee, please” and her friend grabbed his testicles and began to pull as if she was playing a game of tug-of-war. Emily, placed one half of the contraption under his protracted balls, the other on the stop side, and immediately reinserting the screws and fastening the humbler as her friend let go of his sac.

“I think Dee needs some oral attention,” Emily declared. Dee positioned herself right in front of Ted and spread her legs. Ted began to lick and suck while Emily grabbed her trusty deveiner, tracing the head of his cock. When she felt like it, she’d simply flick a fingernail against his balls, relishing in the way it made him jump.

“Ok, ok, red light,” Dee exclaimed. “I’m not sure I have any more orgasms in me tonight.”

“Oh, Dee – give it some time,” Emily exclaimed as she left to head into the bedroom, just as one of the lights in the ceiling fan went out.

“Oh, this aught to be fun. Oh, slave boy – I need you to change the light,” Dee called in a singsong voice, rummaging through a closet and pulling out a lightbulb.

And the two friends watched as he forced himself to a standing position, grunting as he did so, his balls being pulled back harder and harder. With great effort, he was able to stand enough to unfasten the lightbulb, but could not keep himself standing for long enough.

“Is there any popcorn?” Emily asked. “This is a great entertainment.”

And as Ted managed to force himself standing, yet again, the two ladies moved as one and started kissing his his hips. Dee took his cock in her mouth and started performing fellatio in earnest. Ted growled, and for what was likely the first time in his life, attempted to ignore having oral sex performed open him as he screwed the new lightbulb in.

Once the light lit, he dropped to the floor, growling. The ladies giggled.

“Let’s get you out of this now, I want to play some more,” Emily explained as she started to unfasten the screws about the humbler. Ted let out an audible sigh at having his balls freed.

Dee noted “well, maybe you might now understand the act of taking off a bra. Huh.”

“Crawl back to the massage table, slave boy,” Emily stated, and as he did, she followed up with riding crop blows to his ass. “Earlier, you were jumping with every smack,” she explained. “Maybe I need to strike harder?”

“No, I think we just need to focus on his penis,” Dee interjected, “that seems to make the the fun noises” and with that, she kicked between his legs and he yelped, almost doing a handstand.

“Oooooh, that was fun!”

“Your turn on the massage table. On your back,” Dee explained. As soon as he laid down, she pulled out two sets of handcuffs and secured each of his wrists to legs at the center of the massage table.

Emily grabbed his scrotum with both hands, squeezing each of his balls. “I can swear, I can feel how full these are!”

“Oh, I have something to do that for us!” Dee explained and ran back to the room, returning with appeared to be a small sheet of clear plexiglass with a hole in the middle and large black screw in each corner. Like the humbler, this was actually two pieces held together.

Together, the friends unfastened the four screws. Dee placed one of the plates over his erection and placed it upon his stomach before finagling each of his testicles through the hole. Emily did the same with the other plate – but kept his balls between the plexiglass plates. Slowly, they attached one screw, loosely. Then they attached the one on the diagonal corner. Then the other two, so that all four screws were attached – but just barely.

Then they started turning each screw a corner turn. “How do we know it’s too much? Wait for him to beg out?”

“I fear he mightn’t be much use if he loses that erection. I mean, look at the precum still coming out! And he seems opposed to giving feedback that isn’t a grunt or a growl.”

“But he can take more than this, right?”

“Oh, of course, ” and the ladies continued to turn each screw, little bits each time, until he was letting out a consistent whimper. He writhed in his bindings, with his balls looking like meatballs used to make sliders.

“That’s . . . that’s a lovely sight,” Dee noted, massaging the head of his erect cock with her fingertips.

Emily turned a screw another quarter turn. Ted gasped.

“You know, you got your fun,” Emily explained. “I want my turn with his mouth!”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to stop you. Besides, I want to play” Dee said, heading back to the bedroom.

Emily climbed upon the massage table, her knees pressing against the pits of his shoulders, and lowered her sex toward his mouth. He reached up with his head to meet her.

“Oh, I think I might need to reposition,” Emily explained, though, as Dee re-entered the room. “Stop it, slave boy.” And Emily hopped off the bed, turned around, and hopped back on the bed, this time straddling his head as she faced his feet. Her legs pressed against the sides of his head, holding his head in place.

Compliantly, he worked her clitoris with all the fervor he could muster.

Dee pulled out a long, steel wand and a bottle of lube. First, she squeezed a dollop of lube into her hand and then all over the wand.

Slowly, carefully, she started to insert the wand into the hold of his dick.

Emily let out a squeal of delight with an orgasm.

Ted remained as still as possible, not sure what too much movement might mean. When Dee decided the sound was as far as she wanted it to be, her hand slippery with lube, she proceeded to stroke his cock. Ted moaned and growled in responses.

Emily enjoyed another orgasm.

“I am NOT done” yet, Email explained, “but this looks like too much fun.”

Dee grabbed the shrimp deveiner, Emily grabbed those Wolverine claws, and they went back and forth teasing the erect member. “I really like how it jumps when you trace the head with this,” Dee exclaimed.

“I like this sound,” Emily said stroking his cock, making him growl, once again.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Emily stated, “but it looks like the snow is ceasing.”

“What does that matter?” Dee said, intent as she drew invisible designs with her wicked little implement.

“We did say until the snow stopped,” Emily noted.

“I don’t think he’s about to going to ask us to stop.”

“No, ma’am.” he said in response.

“Well, I NEED DICK” Emily pouted. “Take that thing out of him. Let me ride.”

And with that, the friends took the sound from the depths of his shaft. Emily dropped the wand it in the bathroom sink as Emily straddled his hips, grabbed his cock, and lowered herself onto it.

She hugged him close and whispered “not yet,” before pushing her hips up and down. He stayed as still as possible, trying to serve as a living dildo for her.

Dee came and started kissing the nape of Ted’s neck. The two friends began kissing each other. Then three mouths were attempting to meet, all the while Emily rode the beaten and bound cock.

Ted let out a scream of fresh pain as his balls bounced with Emily taking a new fervor as an orgasm overcame her.

He came seconds later.

“Now Ted, in this house, we clean up our messes,” Dee explained, unfastening his right wrist. Emily climbed off of him and unfastened his left wrist.

“Emily, lie down, Ted clean things up. I’ll see about taking this off of you while you work.” And with that, Emily laid herself down, Ted positioned his head between her legs, and started to eat her out.

Dee spanked him with her bare hand. “I said clean up your mess, not enjoy your dessert! Suck it up, all of it!” and spanked him again.

Ted inserted his tongue deep into Emily’s vagina and slurped up everything he could. He started to feel the pressure against his testicles lessening has he “ate his dessert.”

To signal she had enough, Emily ran her fingers through his hair and pulled up. “Kiss me, slave boy.”

“Tell you what – I’m going to start some coffee,” Dee stated, “go clear things outside and it’ll be ready by the time you’re back.”

And as Ted left the house to brave the remnants from the storm, the friends looked at one another and laughed. “Best game night ever” they said in unison.