Note: This story follows “A Meal”. Each story stands alone but see that one for the previous fun. Be warned – this one is much more explicit.

“What have we got here?” I asked my little submissive pet who was facing me on her knees, her friend lying on the floor between us. Both were naked except for the leather collars I had placed around their necks earlier in the evening and a single steel chain connecting them, running from each collar up to a steel ring mounted in the ceiling and back down. She straddled the girl’s head, arms outstretched, holding her ankles up, spread wide in front of me, presenting the freshly shaved vagina like the offering it was.

“New pussy for you, Daddy!”

My cock stirred involuntarily as I took in the sight. Her friend was a little bigger than my girl, thick legs, narrow waist, full breasts. Both were very shapely and made quite the presentation. Our guest had been lovingly prepared for the last couple hours: a lesson on greeting the master of the house properly, the rules each girl was expected to obey on a playdate, A shave of her pubic hair to the exact dimensions required (matching her friend), a touch up grooming and lashing with a belt to reinforce her lessons. The last given by my baby, who thoroughly enjoyed herself from the marks I could see. I’d even fed her dinner (to be clear, I’d ordered my sub to feed her dinner).

I was starting to see her come into focus, I wondered, see who she was, what she might respond to. If the girl fit in well, we could make her a regular part of our weekly sessions. I could help her slim down a little, careful measurements of her body held to strict standards and expectations. But first, I needed to see how she responded to pressure. And I was having so much fun playing the girls against each other.

“I do love new pussy, baby.” I admitted with a grin. “How about you? Would you like some too?” I had stripped to my dark, low slung boxer briefs, making no secret of my semi-erection lying lazily to the side that drew their eyes occasionally.

“I’ve never tried that, Daddy.” We had been having our little playdates for a few months now and I was still getting to know my own girl as well, despite the fact that, until tonight, we saw each other exclusively (as far as I knew).

“Oh really? New experience then!” I loved a challenge. “Never touched a girl, aside from yourself?” I dropped to my knees next to her friend and reached under her. “It’s very educational, hon. Seeing how others…” I pressed my hand to her friend, felt the wetness and sunk a finger into her, “respond.” She made a low moan and moved her hips slowly, legs still high in the air. She also took the opportunity to reach for me, squeezing my bulge firmly and closing her eyes. I appreciated the initiative.

My girl looked down at her friend’s face below her spread legs on the floor. Her own naked vagina hung inches from her friend’s lips, suspended there, wet and ready. I was certain from the look in her eyes, she wanted to lower her hips but she knew better. I thought if her friend had been down there before. They apparently had known each other for years and had even had a little threesome a while back but I was coming to realize that must have been a very limited experience. Time to broaden their horizons. And I might need to shock them a bit to set the tone for the rest of the night.

I leaned over and took my sub by her blonde hair, turning her face to me. She never let go of her friend’s ankles – discipline.

I gave her a slap to her face with my wet fingers, hard enough to surprise her. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Would you like some pussy tonight, baby?”

“If it pleases you, sir.” She watched my fingers resume their ministrations, disappearing inside our guest.

“Good.” I praised her, fistful of long blond hair still held tight as the girl on the floor between us moaned louder. I could tell from her tone she probably wasn’t into the idea of going down on her friend but would certainly do it if ordered. That obedience test was already arranged. “You still owe me clean up duty after I fuck this little girl don’t you?” She had earlier made the mistake of not properly preparing her friend before their arrival. For that, she’d be licking us clean when I finished with her.

“Yes, sir.” I stood up, took my baby by the chin with the hand I’d just withdrawn from inside her friend, and pushed a middle finger in her mouth. Had to be sure she was eager. She sucked vigorously, knowing this was a test. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I let go and pushed her backward so she was straight up again, still holding her friend’s ankles wide. Moving away and taking the ankles from her, I pulled the girl’s legs straight and flipped her over on her stomach like a fish on a hook. Her head was still under my girl’s hips as I pulled her over between us again and she looked back over her shoulder. In my experience, submissives love to be drug around, losing control of their bodies. I played with a girl for about a year who begged me to put her in an arm lock, restrict the blood flow to her brain until she passed out. When she went limp, I’d release her to fall to the floor in a heap, unconscious for a few seconds, and wake up with banged knees and elbows to take home. Losing control – that’s why they were here.

“Quite an ass she has here, baby.” I observed, stepping on it as I spoke. “I see why you wanted to mark it up. Less competition, huh?” And she did indeed have a thing of beauty – fleshy, tear drop shaped buttocks, still firm, the two characteristic dimples above as she flexed her back. She bore quite a few raised welts from the belt that was applied to her earlier and I could see they’d probably look worse tomorrow. My baby had enjoyed teaching her a little discipline to get her started. Better to test her limits tonight though before the pain set in. I dropped down, straddling her thighs, and gave her a solid slap that stung my hand and left a red handprint on her perfect bottom. She yelped “Thank you, sir!”

“Hold her head down, baby, both hands.” She turned her friend’s head to the side and placed both hands firmly over it, leaving her room to see me. I knew this would be a little frightening, raising the stakes, but would also secure her head for the activity to follow. It was time to get a little rough with her and I didn’t want her to bang her chin or anything and leave with visible marks. You never know.

I picked up a large wooden paddle, more bruising, deep tissue pain, less intense than the belt but more scary to look at. Stepping to her side, I placed a foot on her back, I made sure she saw the hunk of wood. Saw me look at her body up and down. Saw me squeeze my crotch in anticipation and follow the line of my cock to the left, grasping it firmly through my boxer briefs, feeling my pelvis tighten with the sensation. I wanted to keep pushing her body, help her to sink down to a deeper state if she would. I dropped to my knees beside her and issued one blow squarely over her ass. She made a loud half grunt, half moan and gave another “Thank you, sir” through gritted teeth, then closed her eyes.

“Who do you belong to tonight, baby?” I asked, landing another heavy strike across her thighs, eliciting more gorgeous sounds.

“You, sir.”

“Say it.” Another firm hit to her back, careful to avoid the spine of course.

“I belong to you, sir.” I gave the paddle to my sub who put it apart, back in it;s place and returned to her friend’s head. I made loose fists meanwhile, again letting her see me, and dropped them firmly on her, just from my elbows, not full swings. I have broad, heavy hands that make a very solid thud.I used them on the backs of her thighs, watching closely to see how she reacted, felt the muscle squirm around the bone. I leaned on her hard with one hand flat, pressing her shoulders and face into the carpet.

“What will you do for me tonight?” I slowly continued with the other fist, picking up the force of each impact. Her knees banged when I hit her thighs. Her shoulders pressed hard into the floor as I moved around her, leaning, swatting, repositioning. She grunted as her body was pressed and twisted into the floor. It was so much better with no tools between us, my skin on hers. I could judge the impact, feel her bones, know precisely what I was doing to her.

“Whatever pleases you, sir.” I could hear in her voice she was sinking, releasing control, enjoying the feeling. The energy was changing. My own little girl had had a similar experience and knew it was like a massage but the masseuse didn’t care about sparing you the pain. He wanted you to hurt.

“Hold her.” I said to my sub as she lost focus, enjoying the show. I enjoyed the control more than usual with an assistant, like in an operating room, giving orders as I worked on her.

“Better be careful little girl – some men might get the wrong idea.” I warned, as I landed more blows on her back. “Some men, hurting a helpless little thing like you, might be tempted to abuse that trust.” I made sure to watch her close, made sure I was hurting her, that she pulled away a bit to avoid me. “Might think she enjoyed the feeling of giving up control. Might even think she wanted more.” Moving behind her I stripped off my underwear out of her sight and straddled her ass, let her feel my hard cock pressed against her bare flesh while I leaned hard on her back. I reached up and twisted my girl’s nipple while she held her head.

“I want more, sir.” she said in a husky, muffled voice.

I smiled at my girl, leaned into our guests shoulder blades with both elbows, lifting my hips to press hard into her and reassured her, “I know you do, baby.”

Time to wake her up. “Pull the slack out of the chain.” I lifted off her and she had a second to breathe deep. My baby pulled arm over arm a couple times and the chain loudly rattled through the ring above, filling the room with noise as it clattered over her swaying tits into a mound beneath her. The chain ran out and our guest was jerked up a bit by the neck. “Sit, baby.” I said to my sub. She sat down still holding the chain tight, legs straddling her friend. The girl was staring directly at her vagina. “Lean back, keep it tight.” She leaned backward, holding the chain to stop her fall, lifting her hips for more leverage, pulling her friend’s collar tighter. The girl, seeing the delicacies on offer and mistakenly thinking I expected her to tongue my baby, pushed forward, pressing her face down, a tug of war between the two, until she could barely reach her friend’s pussy. My baby spread her legs, obviously happy to receive the attention.

I slapped her bruised ass hard enough to make my hand sting for minutes afterward. The blood immediately rushed into the welts there and I bellowed at her, “Did I tell you you could eat my baby’s pussy, bitch?” She froze and breathed hard.

“No, sir. I’m sorry for presuming, sir!”

“Fucking right you presumed! That’s MY pussy. You understand me girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

I smacked her again with each word: “Anyone touching MY pussy gets my permission first, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My girl answered, knowing full well she had clearly offered. Naughty slut.

“Teach this bitch a lesson!” I pointed at her friend. She looked at me, not sure what I wanted. It was a challenge. Could she humiliate her friend? “Now!” I barked.

She let go of the chain and grabbed her friend by the back of her head as she fell forward. She raised her hips high and pressed her wet vagina forcibly into her face, smearing her head left and right with both hands while working her hips back and forth. She rubbed herself hard over her nose, mouth, chin, eyes, her friend grimacing, eyes shut tight. “Is this what you want you little cunt?!” She screamed. “You’ve been dying to eat my pussy since the day we met, haven’t you? Fucking slut weasiling your way into MY play date just so you can taste THIS.” She covered her face in her forbidden fruit for a good 30 seconds before sitting back down, still holding her by the hair. She reached back and gave her a firm wet slap with her other hand, leaving the side of her face red.

“No touching!” She yelled, holding her head up to look her angrily in the eyes. It was quite a move and I was suddenly at full attention. My girl was pushing herself as well tonight. Tears welled up in her friend’s eyes from the impact but she stayed strong.

“Yes, miss.”

I grabbed the head of my cock in a rush, found the wetness between her thighs with my thumb and drove myself in hard. She gasped loudly as I penetrated her. “THIS is why you are here.” I told her, bucking hard. “To offer yourself to me, understood bitch?”

“Yes, sir!” She was shaken from the sensory onslaught, just what I wanted. Tears dropped as she looked back at me. “Thank you, sir!”

“Pull!” The chain rattled loudly again as she hoisted the naked girl up by her collar. “Higher!” She was bent backward, hard nipples flailing out, almost suspended by the heavy collar, barely touching the floor with her fingertips. I took her by the hips and plowed into her hard, aching for more like a hungry animal. She tried to lift her hips to meet me but wasn’t able to move much with me straddling her. “You like that hard cock in you, slut?”

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” She could talk, no breathing issues. She grunted with each thrust and both girls swayed back and forth, connected by the length of chain. My baby’s eyes were wide, enjoying the sight.

“If you wanted to eat pussy, all you had to do was ask!” I told her, pace quickening as her fluids and sweat covered every inch of skin between us. “My little girl will spread her legs whenever I tell her to, won’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She started to pull the chain in time with my hips, dropping the girl back onto me as I filled her up repeatedly. I wondered later how glad I was that I’d load tested that ceiling anchor.

“May I eat your baby’s pussy, sir?” she groaned loudly, struggling a bit with the collar. She’d have to wear a high-necked shirt tomorrow.

“I can’t hear you slut!” I grabbed her shoulders and levered myself deeper into her, punctuating my words with angry thrusts.

“Please, sir – may I eat her pussy tonight?” I didn’t realize how turned on I was entertaining these two and found myself suddenly close to the edge, her filthy request making the head of my cock tingle as I felt the familiar sensation rushing up on me.

“No you fucking may not. You ruined that chance. You’re MY plaything tonight, bitch!” I looked my girl in the eye and she could see I was close by the quickening pace. “I may have to fill you up tonight, little girl.” I gasped, “Send you home full of cum like the little slut you want to be. Would you like that?” It was mostly a scare tactic, I knew better of course. It was surprising how many girls said yes in the heat of the moment. And sure enough…

“Yes, sir! Fill me up, Daddy! Fill me up!” She cried in a strangled voice. She lost control and trembled hard, her fluids suddenly pooling around me. “Fill me up, Daddy!” Fuck, I wondered, I could cum all over these girls right… fucking…

I pulled out and exploded in an initial burst of thick semen that flew over our guest’s back and hit my sub square on her neck. Grunting hard with each ejaculation, my cock and balls pulsed in spasms, no longer in my control. My stomach muscles tightened, shoulders bowing over rhythmically as I emptied myself on the two of them. Sticky cum splashed over her sweet, angry little ass and sprayed up her back in multiple shots. It dripped down into the pool between her thighs and ran off her back onto the carpet. The girl collapsed, coughing as my baby’s eyes lit up and she let go of the chain. She smiled big and couldn’t help herself.

“Damn, Daddy!” She laughed and the two of us had to join in.

Then my pretty little sub, filthy slut that she was, leaned down and crawled low over her friend, nipples intentionally dragging along her back, through the lines of semen. She took my flagging cock in her mouth, sucking hard while staring me in the eyes. Her tongue ran up and down, sucked my balls into her mouth and licked them clean. Then she backed away to her friend, eyes still on me, and lowering her face to the small of her back, pressed the flat of her tongue firmly through a puddle of sweat and cum to finish her duty for me like a good little girl.