After a short rest, Stephanie began playing again with my newinvoluntary reaction, ordering me hard and soft on command andoccassionally rubbing my shaft until I was ready to come, and denyingme relief. Of all the things she had learned so far, teasing andpunishment were her two favorites. Stephanie continued rubbing as Amywalked into the room. We both stared at her, and could not believewhat we saw. This woman looked nothing like Amy. She looked hard andcruel and viscious. While she stared at Amy, Stephanie forgot she wasstill rubbing my slave cock. In a sudden shudder I exploded allover her hand and my stomach. Amy walked over and looked at me indisapproval. I lowered my eyes immediately. She looked at Stephaniewho still didn't realize that I had come all over her hand, and asked ifI had been given permission to come. Stephanie looked down at me, andtold her I hadn't. Amy told her this was the perfect time to teach herthe role of the Bitch Goddess. Amy looked serious, deadly serious. Shepulled Stephanie over a ways and I could barely make out what they weresaying. From what I could gather, the Bitch Goddess was a role that allthe women learned to play. As a Bitch Goddess, Stephanie was to becruel, and unmerciful, she was not to tease or play or even enjoy herslave, but to punish him severely for whatever infraction had beencommitted. She also explained that the role was only a role, and onlyto be used for times when a slave needed serious discipline. The thingsshe would learn would guarentee that her slave would always both obeyand worship her.

The came back over to me, and I looked at Amy. She was wearingblack leather boots and leather garters and panties, and a stiff Blackleather corset. Her hands and arms were covered by skin tight blackleather gloves that went the full length of her arms. Her beautifulhair was pulled tightly back in a bun and her make up made her lookmean, dark lipstick and dull crimson blush, streaked across her cheeks.She told Stephanie that if I was to truly worship and respect her, Iwould have to have a taste of the bitch goddess in her. Amy explainedthat she would demomstrate to her what exactly that meant.

She unhooked a cat o' nine tails that was hanging from her belt andtold Stephanie to tie me so that my legs were spread and my ass wasfacing her. She told Stephanie that they would take turns whipping meuntil I had had enough. Stephanie asked when they would know when I hadenough and Amy smiled a bit and laughed, "when our arms get tired, dear,when our armms get tired." Amy told Stpehanie to watch while sheadministered the first 25 strokes. As she whipped my naked ass, sheexplained to Stephanie the power of the Bitch Goddess. She told herthat it was all just a frame of mind, and one that you must occassionalyget into. At this point, after about ten strokes I was going insanefrom the pain, and I begged for all I was worth to get Mistress Amy tostop. Stephanie rather seemed to enjoy my agony and asked Mistress Amyif She should gag me. Amy explained to her that she shouldn't, that Amyherself didn't hear a thing. She told her that the Bitch Goddess is ather most powerful when she hears her slave screaming, and continues asif she didn't. All this she told to Stephanie without missing a beat.She told her she simply didn't care what I was saying, and whatever itwas simply didn't matter. She also told Stephanie that the BitchGoddess needs to come out in her very infrequently, and when it does, itmust sevre as a reminder of the pain and suffering you can cause, aswell as your ability to be creul and viscious, without showing mercy.She handed Stephanie a bag and told her to put on the outfit. Stephanieleft and Mistress Amy continued whipping my ass and back, ignoring myscreams and pleading for mercy. The pain was excruciating, and I didn'tthink I could last much longer. Finally it stopped. I lifted my headand looked behind me. There stood Stephanie, she looked hard and creul,dressed just as Mistress Amy was. She looked stern and beautiful, Iwanted to touch her, to taste her to feel her. I called to her but shedidn't even acknowledge my presence. She looked at Mistress Amy andtold her that she looked tired from the whipping, Amy agreed and handedthe cat to her. Amy wispered something in her ear, and then told her toremember what my offense was. I cried and begged for her to be gentleand to show me mercy. She ignored me and began flailing the cat acrossmy swollen red ass cheeks. After Amy had reminded her again about mycoming without permission, the lashing stopped for a brief second. Thenext thing I felt was the tips of the cat wrapping underneath my ass andlanding on the base of my cock and balls. The pain was incredible, thenanother and another. I lost count after 10 and I looked down at mygroin, which was full of red and purple welts. After another briefpause, the lashings continued, this time the cat wrapped underneath mefurther up, so that the knotted ends of the cat were hitting the verytip of my cock and the sides of my stomach. I tried to wiggle away, butmy bonds held tight. Neither of them mentioned a word while I screamedand begged my Mistress to stop. After several more stokes I heard oneof them comment that they heard a noise somewhere. The other decided itwas just a radio on in another room, and the whip kept falling withprecision against my cock. I promised I would never come again, Ipromised that I would do anything, and I promised I would serve her forthe rest of my life. No acknowledgement, no release, just morewhipping. They traded off several times, whipping my ass, cock, balls,thighs, back and stomach. By the end, I was covered by hundreds of redand purple welts. I was about to lose consciousness when it finallyended. I could barely move, I was so exhausted. I looked over myshoulder and there stood Mistress Amy, not saying a word. She untied meand let me fall to the floor. I fell down in a heap. A few minuteslater, Mistress Stephanie, who had done most of the whipping on my cockrushed in. "What happened to you?" she asked. I didn't know quite whatto tell her and I was too worn out to speak. "My God, you're all markedup. Did you do something bad, my little slave?" she asked. All I coulddo was nod my head, as I slowly drifted off exhausted from the whipping.

She held me in her arms and continued to act as if she didn't know athing. She told me whatever it was that I did must have been pretty badto receive such a beating. I simply nodded and put my head on herchest. She was petting my head. I couldn't believe that the woman whohad just been so viscious to me, was now cuddling with me and being sowarm and friendly. She told me to rest on my back, while she attachedsomething to me. Lying back felt nice, and I caught my breath andstarted to become aware of just how badly I hurt all over. I could feelStephanie feeling my balls and cock and I saw her pull out a smallcontraption. It had a small metal ring on the end and 4 or five piecesof leather which ran back to the back of it. She slid it on my limpcock, stuffing the head through the back ring and the smaller frontring. It was small, only about 3" long, and she had to work hard to getmy whole cock inside of it. It fit very snuggly. Next she stuffed myballs through the back ring, which was a little painful, but not toobad. Finally she tightened a leather strap that went around behind myballs, and another which went around the base of my cock in front of myball. She pulled out a small, but very sturdy little lock and snappedit in place. She explained to me that this was a cock cage, and itwould hold my small limp slave cock very tightly. She also told me thatif I got an erection, the rings would dig into my cock and cause meexcrucuating pain, as would the leather bands. She took the key and putit on her necklace, and put the necklace around her neck. She explainedthat she had the only key to that lock and that she alone would decidewhen it was to be opened for me. Just below the tip of my cock was asmall D ring to which she attached a leash and at the base of the cagewas a small silver plate. Engraved on it were the words "MistressStephanie's Slut Slave. If found return to 172 Smith Street." She toldme that she was going to leave me for a while to let me get use to mynew device, but I would have to be tied first. She took me over to apost and tied my arms behind it, attaching them to a ring in the back.She did the same with my legs, at the ankles and knees. Sheblindfolded me and put a small ball gag in my mouth. She commented onhow much she liked her work, and called the other Mistresses in to seeher bound slave. They were all very impressed, but decided that Ishould realy learn how the cage feels when it is in full use. They thenbrought in a small fan which oscillated from side to side and put it afew feet from my groin on a small table. Next, they tied a largefeather duster to my left thigh so that the feathers completelysurrounded my caged cock. I could feel the tickling of the featheragainst my limp cock. When the fan was turned on, they danced back andforth over my cock, giving me an incredible sensation. I could feelmyself begin to grow, and then I felt the cage start doing its job. Mycock was trying to get hard, but there was no where for it to go. A sitgrew, there was a hard biting from the tip to the base. The feel ofleather and metal constricting. The fan kept going and I could notcontrol myself. The vascillation between pleasure and pain wasincredible. The cage would stop me from getting too excited, and whenthe feathers began tickling, I began going absolutely nuts. The lastthing I remember was Amy saying she wanted to see how long I lasted,then I heard the door shut. The pain was unbearable. I had lost alltrack of time. When they finally came back, Amy commented that thetorture had gone on for 6 hours! Tears were streaming down my eyes fromunder the blindfold. I tried to beg to be released, but they all justlaughed at me. Donna mentioned that they were just starting on me, andI heard a switch click. She had turned the fan from low to medium, andthe feeling from the feather grew more intense. I tried to squirm, tomove away, but the feeling just got more and more intense. Finally, Ibecame so confused between the pleasure and the pain that I spilled myload all over the feathers, and that is the last thing I remember beforeI passed out. When I woke up, I could remember dreaming that I came,and I could feel the feathers still at work. I felt warm come runningdown my legs, and I realized I had come during the night while I wasasleep. I heard a door open, footsteps, and then another click.Someone had moved the fan from Medium to High. I shook my head, and Iheard the unmistakable laugh of Mistress Stephanie. Her last words, asshe walked out the door were that I had better not make a new mess, Iwas already in a lot of trouble for the one I had already made. I knewI couldn't hold off, I just closed my eyes and waited . . .

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