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(Miranda Birch)

The girls at once had him kneeling naked and submissive before them. Pete looked very nervous but most respectful. Claire looked down at him haughtily. "You get much entertainment out of this one, then?" she asked her friend. "Naturally. One of the functions of a slave is to provide amusement for his Mistress. Agreed Pete?" "Yes, Miss," replied Pete humbly. "What do you think of Miss Claire then, Pete?" Pete gulped. She was an attractive blonde with a fulsome figure. To say that Pete was impressed with her would have been an understatement. "She is very beautiful, Miss..." It was an exaggeration -- but in the right direction! And, like her friend, she was definitely Pete's 'type'. "Oh, is she now?" simpered Claire with a moue and fake show of jealousy. "Prettier than me?" "Oh, no, Miss... er,..um.... you're both very beautiful." "Quite the little diplomat, isn't he?" said Claire. "But what about his cock, that any use?" 



"Yes," nodded Julie, "not bad. Want a demo?" 



"Yeah, go on then!" 



Claire smirked and settled back in her armchair to watch. She loved this! 



"I want you to show Miss Claire how big your cock can get," said Julie to Pete. "So you will start wanking, but stop immediately I give the order. Understood?" 



"Yes, Miss," said Pete humbly. 



Then, still kneeling on the floor before the two young ladies, Pete took hold of his flaccid cock and began to manipulate it. It was quite a while before there was any result. He was obviously very apprehensive under the gaze of his new Mistress. However, after a while he was swelling and stiffening. Then he became bone hard and his hand moved more slowly. 



"Faster," ordered Julie, "but don't you dare lose control!" 



"No, Miss." 



Julie loved this sort of thing as much as Claire: bringing a man to the brink and then denying him. 



Pete was beginning to look agitated. He hadn't had come for several days -- his Mistress had seemed uninterested in using him sexually lately -- and he didn't think he could hold out very long. 



"Stop!" 



Julie had stopped him right on the brink of ejaculation. She was an expert at that. Pete knelt, his hard cock quivering and jerking. He was biting his lips at the effort of restraint and in frustration. How often his Mistress did this to him! It was cruel. But at least there was pleasure after the cruelty, usually -- though lately... Slowly his rigid member subsided a little. 



"Start wanking again," ordered Julie sharply. "Keep it up!" 



She was enjoying demonstrating the control she had over Pete to her friend. With a little moan of resignation, Pete put his hand to work again. How long was he going to be tormented?