Searching for the Limit · Part 1 (1/2)
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Tim was sitting at his desk. Annoyed. He was trying to wrap up a call that just wouldn’t end and this had been a pretty long day at the office. Active avoidance wasn’t paying off. “Yea, and I’ll call you when…” nope. “Oke, so next time..”.. One final effort went into “If that’s all for today I’d like to sign off”..
As the voice on the other line twittered on his thoughts slowly drifted away to his remaining tasks of the week. Luckily there were few, this being Thursday. That being said, Cassandra and Amy did most of the work these days. When he had started the company he had pretty much lucked into a great business model that was quickly adopted as a business standard mostly because none of the major companies wanted to support a business standard proposed by one of their competitors.
So their business lay in selling the intellectual property to the model and monitoring any implementation that took place worldwide. This really was the field of Cassandra and Amy, both educated Business Analysts and Economic lawyers. Tim readily assumed he was only kept in a CEO position to have a white male ready to address concerned clients and in more grumpy moods Tim assumed he was still there as a sort of schadenfreude museum of over-enthusiastic startups.
Anyways that was what made up their household these days. Cassandra, Amy and him working in the same estate and trying to run the business model they had ownership off to the best of their abilities. The current problem, and the reason why he was on the phone with someone who’s connection to the company he didn’t even understand, was that Cassandra was kneeling beside his desk having almost zero use of her faculties.
Cassandra was in her Time-Out mode. It used to be that at any time one of the two, Cassandra or Amy, was in Time-Out or Slut mode. While one was in Time-out mode the other one would be the girlfriend and also the executive officer of the company. In time this practice slackened. These days they were more likely to spend the weekend doing stuff together all three of them, or lounging in the living room. They didn’t seem to mind but Tim was getting progressively insecure about it until they had a talk. The girls understood that there wouldn’t be constant BDSM anymore; they even liked the relaxed schedule. Their libido was unrelenting though.. So Tim was still worried they would get bored eventually.
In the olden days they would have simply changed roles from Slut, encased in heavy latex and being reduced to only holes to fuck, to Pet, walking around being cute and above all being very receptive to any and all command. But these days they were often both just walking around, technically in their Pet phase which he now thought of as their Girlfriend phase. It was just that Cassandra had pissed him off. In the old days he usually had to think up reasons to punish his girls, these days they were so obedient he had just given up on punishment altogether. But now Cassandra had actually pulled away from licking his dick clean after fucking Amy’s ass. It was only a second of hesitation but it was enough, he had made it clear to both of them that he expected them to clean anything he wanted. Hell, he had had them clean the floor after a party using only their tongues often enough.
He had Cassandra kneeling on the floor wearing heavy latex. Cassandra hated being still like that which is why it was her punishment. Amy actually loved being used like a doll, but wouldn’t ever be able to stay still long enough from the excitement. Cassandra was dressed head to toe in tight latex, a tight corset stringing her waist to tiny sizes. Her head was covered in a heavy hood that included a posture collar that only let her watch straight ahead. Her entire head was covered except where small tubes went into her nose to enable her to breathe and the o gag in her mouth covered by her lips carefully painted with lipstick by Amy.
Her suit was completely black except for the visible piercings she had. Amy and her had the same piercings done when they agreed to be full time slaves. Her full breasts poked out of the uniform, being compressed by the suit itself they bulged out a bit beyond the suit. The nipples themselves were covered in latex too but what extruded were the heavy golden rings piercing the nipples hanging down while the breasts themselves pertly pointed up.
The other piercings on Cassandra were pretty plain to see, as they were supposed to be. She was sitting with her legs spread so the ring in her clit was clearly visible and coming through the suit. Also visible and most eye catching of them all was the ring in her septum. Her septum had not only been pierced but enforced. The hole punched in her septum had been lined with metal and attached to her skull. Her nose had been pierced far back enough that when she wasn’t wearing anything in it no one would notice the hole. Now it was sporting a heavy metal ring resting on her upper lips.
As he was watching she let out her studded tongue to feel out the ring resting on her lips. He had studded their tongues for his pleasure almost the first thing he did. Amy and Cassandra had the same piercings. They each had a single barbell on the tip of their tongue and 2 bars on the sides.
Her hands were tied behind her but mostly she knew she would be punished extremely for moving. Tim knew he had a pretty frightful fetish for living furniture and Cassandra knew this, she couldn’t hold this for long so he was only planning on letting her like this for a few more hours.
His phone call ended and he happily buzzed Amy to see if he could stop for the day. He saw Cassandra tighten her bonds because buzzing Amy meant buzzing both of their anal plugs.
While waiting for Amy to show Tim really thought about his promise to both of them, and his insecurity about lately letting things slip BDSM wise. They said they understood and wanted things like they were but did they really? Or would he lose them to someone who was more BDSM focused. He felt pretty guilty about the lack of extensive bondage and bdsm lately…
Amy walked in and she was a vision of beauty. At 5’10 with a D cup and weighing at 130 pounds she was a knock out even if she wasn’t wearing a pretty strict corset and high heel boots. Tim, Amy and Cassandra had soon decided that the girl not being the slut would wear an outfit just slutty enough. Or almost at the edge of slutty. Amy was wearing a tight pencil skirt and shirt over high heeled boots and black hold ups with a clear seam in the back. Generally you wouldn’t see that they were hold ups except that she was wearing a skirt with a split and just short enough that anytime she bent over a little one could see the tops of the hold ups.
Her corset was pushing her breasts up in her shirt in something that wasn’t altogether proper but couldn’t actually be faulted as trampy either. The piercings in her nose were invisible and of course she didn’t wear any ring in her septum when working. When she was walking one could hardly see the plug in her asshole that had called her into the office.
What Tim could see though was the look in her eyes as she dropped the files of today’s cases and bent over to straighten up my desk. The hold ups and her short dress gave him a straight view at her tight pussy were it not for the piercings there. Both of his girls had a small shield pierced over their clitoris and 6 piercings in their labia. The piercings in their labia excluded any entry while the shield prohibited any manual contact with the clitoris.
The anus however was filled with a little gem plug that Tim swiftly pulled out and presented to Amy’s mouth. She enthusiastically took it in her mouth probably forgetting that Tim’s dick would be the next to be lubricated. He took the plug from her mouth as he guided her head to his dick. She tried to lubricate his dick as well as she did the plug but failed before he shoved her head down to the desk and the plug back into her mouth.
Then he positioned his thick dick at her anal entrance and got himself a tight rein on her hair before entering her hard. Amy squealed in pain but after the day he had had he didn’t care a fig about her pain right now. He roughly fucked her ass while gripping the hairs on her neck right at the base, pulling back her head pushing her breasts forward where he could see them better in the large mirror that was there mostly with that goal in mind.
It didn’t take long for him to finish and as he pushed himself all the way inside her he could feel his load spurting into her. Somewhere along the line of fucking her Amy had stopped her crying and had gotten into it. Of course she couldn’t finish herself off because the shield piercing was in place over her clit. Almost glowing with sexual frustration she did remember to thank him for fucking her and quickly drop down to her knees to clean him off.
Instead he looked at Cassandra, remembering why she was there and he gently pulled Amy back up and bent her back over the desk. Grabbing Cassandra’s nose ring he pulled her mouth to his dick so she could clean it with her tongue. The sight of Amy’s slightly gaping asshole was a satisfying sight as Cassandra dutifully licked the shit and sperm of his dick. Starting low as she was taught she methodically cleaned his dick, ending by softly licking his urethra to get the last of the sperm out. She hadn’t hesitated even a little and Tim was satisfied she had learned her lesson right up till the moment where he pushed her head to Cassandra’s ass to lick it clean and lick out the sperm dripping from it. That’s when she repulsed a bit before correcting herself and doing her job.
He guessed she would have to be punished more. In fact he had expected this and had somewhat prepared for it. As Amy straightened out her clothes he thought out his plan for Cassandra’s further punishment but first things first. He pointed Amy towards the floor where she took her place at his feet and then he pulled Cassandra down to the floor by her nose ring. As she was trained to do she assumed her position offering up her pussy and ass. Her gloved hands were out in front of her with her nose to the floor like she was worshipping. He put his foot on the back of her head grinding her face harder into the floor while he grabbed his punishment cane from the drawer in his desk. Amy showed some initiative and was softly licking his still hard dick while he fired off 15 harsh strokes on Cassandra’s latex clad ass.
The girls were instructed to always count their strokes, it was a way of keeping them conscious on their punishment so removing his shoe from the back of her head he asked the girl if those were the allotted 15 punishment strokes. This was Tim being evil because he knew that with things going so fast she would have a lot of trouble not drifting off far away into subspace and indeed the girl could only babble that she didn’t know, adding a belated whimpering ‘master’. Tim didn’t really like being called master, he required them to call him Sir, and if it happened it usually meant the girls were pretty far gone.
So he allowed her to lick clean his black leather shoes, a task she loved and found very relaxing, while he slowly gave her another 15 lighter and slower strokes with the cane.
Meanwhile Amy was getting herself lost in her sexual frustration a bit, moaning at every taste of pre-cum she could tease out of his re-hardening dick. He fondly played with her hair while softly talking to her. He had also realized that until this point he had hardly said a word to the two beauties sitting on the floor.
“Are you enjoying yourself down there?” He teasingly asked Amy who beamed up at him pushing out her breasts and coyly watching him from beneath her eyelashes.
“Show off” Tim grinned while caressing her more. “You think you’re going to get sex out of this but not yet. Although you are waging a mighty battle against my reactionary period.” His only response was her moaning at the word sex and redoubling her efforts.
“What do you think about our girlfriend down there happily licking my shoes clean? Think she’s learned her lesson?”
“I couldn’t see sir… Was she not a good slut?”
“Aah no you wouldn’t have seen her hesitate licking the cum out of your ass now would you. But she did, she recoiled just the tiniest little bit there. You know I like my slaves filthy.”
By now I saw that Cassandra’s movements had become a bit more awake and I pulled her up with her collar and undid her O gag.
I looked into her eyes deeply where I saw equal measures of defiance and meekness.
“Are you my dirty little whore?” I asked. “Well?”
“Yes sir…” She replied quietly.
I kept looking at her until she averted her eyes and spoke softly: “I’m sorry sir. I wanna be a better slave for you… I’ll do better”. Tim grinned to himself. Only this afternoon he’d been worried about the slackening of discipline, the infrequency of BDSM play and about if the girls were still even interested. And now one of them was rubbing herself on the carpet out of horniness after having her ass fucked until it bled and the other one was admitting to a mistake and pretty much requesting more training.
“So… I guess that means I have to break you a bit more to really reaffirm the training then? Are you sure?” Tim gently pushed Amy away for a second while he crouched down and gently tried to catch Cassandra’s eye. He wasn’t going to get her to agree to things while she was still in subspace after all.
After a while she slowly raised her eyes to his and said “Yes sir. Please.”
Now outwardly smiling warmly Tim gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Now you two, play nice together. I have some preparations to do. Amy, be sweet to our girlfriend for a bit, she’s in for a rough ride. Cass, keep Amy riled up for me please. I plan on finally giving her an orgasm once you’re installed and I don’t want her bored. And think about if you really think you deserve your punishment.”
Having said that and leaving the girls to frolic on the floor he headed out towards the storage area where he kept the larger BDSM equipment. He had already planned much of her punishment but hadn’t really wanted to put the big device in the office already, didn’t really send a signal that he was counting on her to succeed after all…
The house the office was in was in a large country estate. They needed the space to give the seminars and trainings they needed to give and decided that living there was just as easy and more importantly, cheap. So they had a large white stoned lobby leading to his first floor office, a stairs that led up to the large meeting areas above and another back door to the wing where they lived. The estate had a whole other wing that stood empty most of the time and some stabling in the land out back. It was their dream to utilize it one day when they had less work to do.
Guiltily he guessed that he actually didn’t have that much work to do…He rolled in the large black metal and leather device and saw the girls kissing while Amy was obviously squirming while straddling Cassandra’s knees. Only of course the girl still had in the piercings keeping her pussy closed and her clit inaccessible so it wasn’t getting her anywhere fast.
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