Harder Slave Training: Two Dominant Mistresses (Mistress Mandy Book 2) by Miranda Birch

Author:Miranda Birch [Birch, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Birch Books
Published: 2018-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

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In complete contrast was the slavery of Oliver, some days later. He is a husky young man in his late twenties. Handsome and well-made, it is difficult to believe at first sight that he can be a masochist. Yet he certainly is. And, naturally, because Maxine and I liked his looks, it is he we most often use for our sexual satisfaction.

Many masochists, I am aware, gain a special satisfaction from being denied. Perhaps Oliver does too, but that is no concern of mine. What he wants is a matter of indifference; it is what I want that matters. So Oliver, like all the others, accepts the fact that he is treated as I wish, according to my moods.

Just for the fun of it, Maxine and I dressed up in old-fashioned clothing straight out of the nineteenth century. Lace-up boots, corsets and stockings held by suspenders, voluminous petticoats and long skirts, gowns low-cut gowns whose hems brushed the floor. We looked, I thought, rather fetching in these outfits of bygone days. Perhaps Oliver thought so as well. He was not permitted to express what he thought, however, merely to show the utmost submission and respect.

We were in the bedroom. The slave knelt naked by the bed, head bowed, while Maxine and I discussed him as if he were beast of burden rather than a man of flesh and blood.

“Do you want him first?” I asked of Maxine at length.

She shrugged.

“I don't mind,” she said. “In fact, you go ahead. I'll get the martinet out and ready, just in case he doesn't behave entirely to your satisfaction.”

Her eyes flashed menacingly on the kneeling Oliver.

“I like thrashing you, you brute, so watch it,” she added.

“Yes, Miss,” said Oliver humbly.

It was true, as well. She preferred thrashing to being served sexually, while I was a fan of both!

So I turned and made my young slave undress me. It took quite a while in view of what I was wearing but I found his clumsy efforts quite enjoyable. Even more enjoyable was the sight of his massively solid erection when he had finished. I stretched out on the bed and crooked a finger at him. Swinging the three-thonged martinet in her had, Maxine stood by the side of the bed. There was a look of sadistic amusement on her features.

Oliver came on to the bed, and soon I was sighing under the foreplay at which her was quite expert. Normally I made him go on with this for a long time but on this occasion my needs were urgent.

“Now!” I commanded.

You must understand Oliver was never permitted to make a move unless he received an order.

He entered me. Not brutally but, somehow, with devoted respect. As a slave should. My satisfaction was complete, and very soon I had my first orgasm. I lay back seeing Oliver's teeth clenched. The strain of control upon himself was great — and he dare not release until I gave the word. The martinet waited if he

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