Chapter One

An Evening In

 

"Red, red, red!"

He didn't just say it once, he screamed it at the top of his voice three times.

They had only been here for an hour, tops. Even as a new boy to the scene, it was a very disappointing performance to witness from a fellow sub.

To be fair, he had looked terrified from the moment he walked in the door, with his head bowed and with his feminization outfit on. It didn't suit him. Something about the cut of his jaw and the way his angular frame moved. He could never have passed as a woman out in a restaurant or bar. His thighs were more, muscly than the rest of us and the nylon stockings didn't look good on him and he definitely couldn't walk in heels.

He normally came in chains or a leather harness to Mistress Taz's dinner events with her domme friends and their submissive slaves, one of which I had willingly become.

For tonight, he and his regular mistress, Sophia, had come as part of a deal, where they were to both succumb to a night in Mistress Taz's dungeon, where myself and Freda the Mistress's quirky, dangerous and definitely foxy maid, would assist Mistress Taz in giving them a night of subjugation.

Freda was dressed in her standard maid's attire. Despite the submissive look, she could be ferocious herself and loved switching from submissive minx, to an aggressive and powerful domme. However, in Mistress's presence she was always subordinate. If left on her own, she was fearsome.

Mistress Taz had planned from the start to take Seb beyond his limit and get him to say his safe word. It would be an indication, indeed a proclamation, that he couldn't take the sort of sexual BDSM punishment, that she was prepared to deliver.

I had to admit that he had deserved this night of pain. Last week, at one of Mistress's Saturday night fetish parties, he had been demeaning and insolent towards her, during a period when she was temporarily in switch mode as a submissive.

He had gone way too far though, bearing in mind she was the alpha-Mistress, the host and without doubt the scariest and most brutal of the four female friends, who had made up the domme scene, they all loved.

For my own part, I had become her contracted submissive just a few weeks before and perhaps borne out of pure stubbornness, I had impressed her enough, with my ability to take pain, subjugate myself without complaint, but still turn the tables and give her, her desired moments of sexual submission. I would never have considered that I could or should try and out-dominate her, at any time other than during an agreed switch scene. That had been Seb's arrogant and ill thought through mistake.

I've learnt that the scenes essential involve acting out fantasies and taking temporary control as a primary dominant, is the most obvious form of this 'role-play'. I enjoy the moments and make her feel briefly as if she is completely in my power. She has been bound in some way or other and has to respond to my desires and to take and accept some of the forms of punishment she deals out. However, it is accepted, that I will always receive more in return.

Something had subtly changed in our relationship within a very short period of time after I had signed the contract. Mistress Taz and I had developed an additional bond of friendship and trust, within the switch relationship. If I believed she had the capacity to love, I might even think she had fallen for me in that way, as the reason for the shift in our interactions.

However, I knew I mustn't get ahead of myself, not just because in the next two weeks I had two incredible challenges to deal with myself.

In exchange for her and Seb's night in Mistress Taz's dungeon, Sophia had a night to toy with me in her own dungeon, the inside of which I had not yet seen. After Seb had capitulated so readily tonight, I had little doubt, she would want to take substantial revenge on me.

I wasn't sure Sophia's dungeon would be as well stock as Mistress Taz's, in which all of its' contents I now knew intimately. Mistress Taz, would be expecting me to stand up to the challenge in her friend's dungeon and I knew she would be very disappointed if I failed and had to use the safe word, myself.

More importantly, less than a week later we had Mistress Tatyanna's ball to go to. It was a masked event, with dominatrix women and submissive males. My understanding was that pro-dommes would be there, possibly with masked males, who were mostly rich and a few even famous. I certainly didn't fit that bill.

Some of the women, would be the famous member of the partnership and would have 'submissive subjects' of their own, either 'bought' for the night, or their regular cuckold.

The games and scenes would be varied, but 'hard BDSM and orgy style sex' was the summary line. Mistress Taz had actually never been to one personally, as her previous slave had never past Mistress Tatyanna's personal audition. For reasons not clear to me, I had however done so at my first attempt.

I know in part it is because I have a pretty decent pain threshold, but as I already said I am immensely competitive and stubborn and failing without trying is not in my vocabulary. Unlike Seb's pathetic attempts tonight.

 

Chapter Two

Seb's Subjugation & Subsequent Scenes

 

To be fair to him Mistress Taz had started quite hard, but we had discussed the tactics for hours over the last couple of days. However, we were expecting him to manage at least the first couple of hours, without capitulating with the safe-word.

In retrospect, getting him straight on the swing, putting the sensory deprivation hood and letting Freda loose on his anus, with the spiked dildo, after Mistress Taz had given him three strikes with the neoprene coated steel wand was enough to deal with.

When Mistress Taz replaced the ball gag in his mouth with a long if narrow flexible dildo and slowly but persistently forced him to deep throat it, well, I'm not sure I actually could have coped with such an assault.

However, I was surprised from my watching position, where I had been fucking Sophia's arse with a cock substitute under the orders, to save my real one for a little later.

"Pathetic little shit!" Had been Sophia's pronouncement, but only after her own orgasm had racked her body for the third time.

I had learnt early in the games played during Mistress Taz's evenings, that Sophia had a particular weakness for anal stimulation and I had been going at her for some time with a standard vibrating dildo and was even being quite gentle, as I had both hoped and expected events to last for much longer.

Finally, Mistress Taz herself spoke.

She looked resplendent in a PVC outfit. It was semi opaque in the top half, with an additional collar of deep burgundy. The trousers however were shiny black and fitted her like a glove.

"How very disappointing Sophia. Your sub needs a great deal more resilience training."

I swiftly removed my strap on dildo from her bottom so she would be able to speak unhindered in response.

It took her a few seconds for her to recover from the rapid removal of the dildo and the effective sudden constriction of her anal ring.

"Do not worry Taz, he will not see the outside of the dungeon for a fortnight. I will hire a substitute for your normal dinner on Saturday."

"Good. He is not worthy. We will start his retraining. Machin, help him down and into the cage. He can listen to the pleasure, the three of us will bestow upon his Mistress all night. Freda, prepare Machin's room with a fresh PVC sheet and a Bolster. I want her face down, bottom in the air. We can take turns on her!"

"Please can I go first Mistress and can I use the triple Dildo." Freda's excitement was uncurtailed at the possibility of ruining the ass of the beauty who was normally quite cruel to the maid.

"Yes, you may, because I have a new toy, which I think might be ideal for the occasion, to use for myself."

I had spent time practicing with the controls of the swing and it wasn't long before I had Seb on his feet. He was unsteady, which his lack of practice on heels made more obvious an issue.

He tried to speak to me, blaming the swing and noise cancellation headphones for disorientating him.

I had experienced what he had suffered at the hands of Freda and the spikey dildo. She had used it on me in similar sensory deprivation. The feeling was particularly unpleasant and unnerving as it really felt like its' protuberances were sharp enough to tear the flesh apart. I had to admit that its' visual appearance looked nowhere near as frightening as it felt at first internal exposure.

Additionally, I didn't want to completely alienate Seb, as I suspected we had many Saturday nights to endure in each other's company. So, I whispered as quietly as I could my apologies and helped him with a steadying arm.

I knew from past experience, that I could take pain, but being isolated in the cramped cage, whilst listening to other peoples' sexual ecstasy, was the worst thing Mistress had done to me, since I met her. Unfortunately, she knew that fact too. As a result, she used it whenever I made her most irritated.

The fact that Seb's Mistress was going to be given a serious-few hours, of sexual excess, was going to make it worse for him. Especially knowing I would be involved as the perfunctory male.

Whilst I was helping Seb, Taz assisted Sophia and they even touched up each other's make-up. It was strangely touching to watch.

I didn't think there would be anymore flagellation for Sophia. It would be extreme pleasure to the point of going too far, which would be her experience, for the rest of the evening ahead.