Andy fell forward onto his hands and knees. Miss Brenda stood and stepped to a wall rack. She took down an assembly of buckled leather straps and stepped back to him with it. She dangled it before him.

“This is your training harness!” she spoke down to him. “I’m going to fit you into it and then walk you about in it!”

Andy studied the accoutrement. It comprised a long slender adjustable leather strap terminated at each of its two ends by a buckled leather dog’s collar. One of the collars was sized to fit an Adult male’s neck whilst the other was much smaller, sized to fit about the neck of a man’s scrotum.

Miss Brenda crouched and laid the harness on Andy’s back. She fitted the larger collar about his neck and then drew its centre strap and its remaining collar down the middle of his back, thus above his spine. She passed the smaller collar down between his buttocks to his scrotal ball where she buckled it in place about its neck, thus over its existing rubber constricting ring. Then she returned to the middle of his back and cinched and buckled the adjustable centre strap taut, thus pulling the two collars in towards each other.

“Nngh!” Andy grunted as he dipped his back and lifted his scrotum, neck and head to accommodate the strain between the two collars. Now he stood before his Mistress on his hands and knees like an alert dog, with his head and neck up, his back dipped and his scrotal ball drawn high behind him where it wedged in the base of his Anal cleft. The upward pull on his scrotum also had the effect of pulling his erection downward so that it now hung vertically, where it pointed directly down to the floor between his widely splayed knees.

Miss Brenda stood and examined him. She fitted a neck leash to a ring at the back of the harness’s neck collar. She stood and pulled the neck leash high.

“Nngh!” Andy grunted again. He’d never been so strictly restrained!

“Yes, you naughty thing!” his Mistress spoke down to him, “This is how I like my male puppies! Head, neck and balls up for Madam! And with a long hard erection held low and exposed! Would you like to view yourself in the wall mirror, pet?”

“Yes please, Miss!”

Andy turned and craned his neck to study his rear view in a mirror behind him. His scrotal ball sat high behind him and his gigantic erection hung rampant below it. What a lewd display of erect, submissive, genital man meat, he wondered!

“And now we shall walk!” Miss Brenda ordered. “You will stay by my ankles, do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss!” Andy whimpered.

“Off we go!”

Miss Brenda stepped forward in her high boots and pulled Andy along with her, his neck leash taut. “Heel!” she ordered. He crawled forward beside her, taking care to avoid the soles and heels of her boots as they minced about on the floor beside him.

“This way! That way!” she called as she walked him about the dungeon room floor in variously sized figures-of-eight, turning this way and that as the inspiration took her.

Thwip!

Thwip!

Thwip!

Thwip!

As Andy crawled desperately about at his Mistress’s feet he felt the needle-like shaft of her whip lash his bare bottom. “Nngh!” He grunted. That whip felt like a sharp knife cutting into him! What a strict domina she was, he wondered, as his buttocks writhed under her officious, smarting strokes.

“Hurry up!” “Stay by my ankles!” “Slow down!” came the numerous commands. “I’ve trained lots of men like you to be submissive puppies! You’ll feel my whip at your bare bottom until you perform properly for me!”

“Yes, Miss!” came the whimper. She led him to a wall mirror and pulled him up before it. She spoke down to him in it – a shapely young high heeled dominatrix talking down to her naked, lewdly harnessed male slave.

“Well, pet, you do show promise!” she complimented him. “But you’ll need to return to me for further training, won’t you?”

“Yes, Miss!” Andy whimpered. He had no idea how he would financially afford to do so but he would discover a way. Perhaps by selling some of his valuable stamps and coins, he wondered, as his Wife would never know of it.

“Now as my puppy you’ll answer me with one ‘woof!’ for yes and two ‘woofs’ for no!” came the next order.

“Woof!” Andy barked.

“That’s right! Now turn about and show me your penis!”

“Woof!”

Andy turned about and lifted his rampant, swollen genitalia to his pretty mistress. She prodded his constrained scrotal ball and its rampant dangling erection with the tip of her whip.

“My goodness! You’re an excitable thing, aren’t you? Look at the size of you! Does puppy want to do naughty things with his big hard prick?”

“Woof!” came the response, accompanied by an enthusiastic nod.

“I’m sure he does! Well, as a little reward I’m going to let you rut on my boot!” she informed him. She extended a booted foot. “Yes, you may massage that big hard dick of yours up and down against my leather clad shin! With your dick and balls restrained in their tight little constricting rubber rings I don’t expect you to climax or ejaculate on it, but if you do make a mess on it then you will be properly whipped! Do you understand me, pet?”

“Woof!” Andy barked and nodded.

“Good! Now get to it! Show your mistress how excited you are to be in her presence!”

“Woof!”

Carefully Andy crouched on the balls of his feet and waddled forward until his scrotal ball sat in the crook of his Mistress’s extended, finely booted ankle. Then he gingerly lifted his protruding erection high to his belly, thus against the pull of his training harness, so that it stood upright between his belly and the boot’s high front. Then, grasping the back of the boot lightly in his palms to maintain his balance, he rutted his rampant dick up and down against it.

“Nngh!” he grunted as his long hard erection rolled, rubbed and squished against the firm supple leather. The sensation was exquisite! What a lucky puppy he was, he wondered, to be able to exercise himself in this way!

Miss Brenda looked down at him. She stroked his shoulders and neck with the side of her whip.

“That’s right, pet!” she spoke down to him. “Now hang your tongue out and pant for me!”

Andy did so. He extended his tongue and panted at her. “Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!” he groaned as he rutted and panted.

“Does that feel good, pet?” she called down to him.

“Woof!” came the bark.

“I hope you’re not making a mess down there!”

“Woof! Woof!” Andy barked desperately. He realised how completely his Mistress controlled him simply by teasing out his perverse sexual urges whilst restraining his excited, erect genitalia. He pistoned and rutted, his pelvis humping. Just a few more good strokes and he’d be able to cum up against the firm, supple, warm black leather, he wondered.

But he never got there. His two penile binds successfully prevented him from achieving climax and ejaculation. He felt her whip tapping at his shoulder. “And that will do!” she ordered. She pulled him back by his neck leash and studied the front of her boot. It was wet with a clear sticky discharge which had somehow escaped her pet’s doubly bound erection.

“Oh no, pet!” she spoke down to him. “You naughty, dirty puppy! What have you done? It’s almost noon and your session is nearly over! You will clean your mess from my boot with your tongue, please! And then you will present your big doggy’s dick to me for a milking! I’m not putting you back out on the street with that enormous drooling thing on you! You’d be a menace to every pretty bitch you’d see! And you will have your bottom very strictly whipped, as promised, as a punishment!”

“Yes, Miss!” Andy whimpered. He dropped onto his hands and knees and began to lick the boot clean. “Thank you, Miss!” he gurgled.

“Don’t just thank me, thank Mistress Sasha too!”

Andy heard the click of high heels approaching the room. Then the door to the dungeon room opened and Mistress Sasha stepped in.

She closed the door behind her and studied the dog-like, laving creature at her colleague’s boot.

“Well, Brenda dear?” she asked, “Is your naughty pup behaving himself?”

“No, he isn’t!” Miss Brenda replied, “He’s just like every other male pup I’ve had in here! He’s been naughty, having just made a mess on my boot! He needs to be genitally relieved before I let him go, and he’s also due to have his bottom whipped! I really need three hands to deal with some of these clients of mine!”

“Perhaps I can help, dear,” Mistress Sasha said. She took Miss Brenda’s needle-like whip from her. “Why don’t you lock him in the suspension frame in front of the mirror and give him a nice milking while I attend to his bottom?” Again the fingers of her Free hand went to her panties where they began to massage.

“Thank you, Sasha dear, I don’t know where I’d be without you!” Miss Brenda replied. She spoke down to Andy who knelt before her. “Stand up, you naughty pup!” she ordered him, “and step this way!”

Andy rose gingerly from the floor to stand before his mistress in his training harness and his three genital binds. The tension between his neck and scrotal collars persisted, and it had the effect of causing him to stand very erectly with his back continually dipped in an effort to relieve the tension which persisted between the two collars. The upward pull from behind on his scrotal ball now had the effect of causing his rampant erection to extend almost perfectly horizontally before him.

“This way, pet!”

Miss Brenda led Andy by the arm to a large sturdy rectangular frame which stood before one of the wall mirrors. She took his wrists and fastened them in cuffs which hung from the corners of its top member. Then she knelt, pulled his ankles wide and cuffed them to attachment rings set in the floor. She stood and examined him. “There!” she said, “That will keep you in position whilst I milk and relieve this enormous shlong of yours! And whilst Mistress Sasha attends to your bottom!”

Andy studied himself and his Mistress Brenda in the wall mirror before him. She stood beside him and grasped the neck of his bound erection between her forefinger and thumb and began to gently jerk it to and fro.

“Nngh! Miss!” Andy grunted. The sensation was exquisite! Somehow she knew exactly how to wank him! Then he noticed, in the mirror, as Mistress Sasha stepped in behind him with her long needle-like whip in hand. She stood to one side, the fingers of her Free hand working in her panties, as she see-sawed her whip’s slender shaft across his tense, clenching rumps.

Then –

Thwipp!

With a clever flick of her wrist, the whip lashed his bottom. “Nngh!” Andy grunted. The contrast between the exquisite sting of the whip and the very pleasant pumping sensation of Miss Brenda’s fingers at his erection was almost too much!

Then –

Thwipp! The needle-like whip lashed his rumps again!

“Nngh! Nngh!” Andy grunted. That whip! That pretty blonde really knew how to use it! Her strokes seemed to land in the same place each time! He imagined going home with a single fat weal across his behind!

“Well, pet, how do you like your milking?” Miss Brenda asked as she continued to insistently tug his fat protruding dick, and as Mistress Sasha continued to lash his clenching, twitching rump.

“It’s lovely, Miss!” Andy grunted.

“Yes, I can see that you’re enjoying yourself!” Miss Brenda glanced at her wristwatch. “And there are a few more minutes to go before I remove your genital binds and actually allow you to ejaculate for me!”

“Yes, Miss! Thank you, Miss!”

The measured, precise whipping and teasing, fruitless wanking continued for a few moments. Andy’s bottom was burning! And he desperately wanted to cum! He imagined spunking all over the spotless floor before him. But with his genital binds in place, there was nothing he could do between his Mistress’s teasing, stroking, pumping fingers.

Miss Brenda glanced at her wristwatch again. “And now that will do,” she said. She stopped wanking the big dick and carefully removed its two rubber binding rings, being the one in his root and the other in the neck of his glans.

“And now I shall relieve you!” she informed him. “Mistress Sasha, are you ready to whip all the spunk out of this naughty pup, and thus complete his training for today?”

“Oh yes, Brenda dear, of course! But first here’s something for our puppy to chew on, which may quieten him down a little!”

Andy watched in the mirror as Mistress Sasha pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. He gazed at her pudenda. Gosh! She was shaved! And her little Pussy slit looked so neat! Andy couldn’t take his eyes off it! She stepped forward and came to his side, her panties in hand.

“Here you are, pet! A present for you! Open wide!”

Andy opened his mouth and she stuffed her bunched panties into it. “Nngh!” Andy gurgled, his mouth filled with their soft lacy silk. Then she stepped away from him, out of view in the mirror, and then stepped back into view a moment later, holding a fine straight bamboo. She was gonna cane him with it! What a delightfully sadistic young woman she was, he wondered!

His erection wagged as he examined himself in the wall mirror. Miss Brenda’s fingers came to it again.

“And now you will ejaculate for me!” she ordered as she resumed her wanking, with the fattest part of his erection held captive between a firm forefinger and thumb. “Big squirts, please! Mistress Sasha will assist you with her cane! I’ve left your harness and scrotal bind in place in order to stretch out the flesh of this enormous prick of yours and thus make it more sensitive to my stroking!”

“Yes, Miss!” Andy gurgled. And she was right! Even though her strokes were light and teasing, he could feel himself moving steadily towards the most gigantic cum! He examined himself in the wall mirror again. He saw a hooded ‘gimp’, suspended by his wrists in a suspension frame, his mouth stuffed with one of his Domina’s panties, his erection being teasingly milked to ejaculation by another.

Now the cane at his bottom began to make its mark.

Shwick!

“Nngh!” Andy grunted. That thing stung! Then – Shwick! Shwick! Shwick! The hard, slender rod worked its way up and down his bottom in smarting, repetitive strokes, heating and wealing it delightfully as his Miss Brenda began to take his gigantic prick over the edge.

“Cum for me now, pet!” she ordered.

“Nngh!” Andy couldn’t take any more. His balls tightened as he grunted and groaned into the silky panties and began to ejaculate for his two pretty Mistresses.

“Nngh!” he gurgled as the first thick gourd of his semen jetted forward from his tip to the hard floor below. “Nngh!” he gurgled as he squirted again, his bottom clenching and twitching under another of Mistress Sasha’s sadistic cane strokes.

“All out now, please!” called Miss Brenda as she methodically drew the remainder of his thick gourds from him. What a perfect masturbatrix she was, Andy wondered, as he squirted off uncontrollably between her knowing fingers! “Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!” He grunted and gurgled into Mistress Sasha’s panties as his buttocks clenched under her cane and his Hot spunk spattered and dripped onto the hard floor before him.

It was the biggest cum he’d ever had. And what a mess he was making on his Mistress’s previously spotless floor! But she didn’t seem to mind, he wondered. It was as if his erection was just another male member which needed to be teasingly relieved under the stimulation of a pair of firmly applied fingers and an equally firm cane! And they both kept going until he was quite finished! Until he was exhausted and fell quite limp! It was certainly the best milking and buttock spanking he’d ever had, and he made a mental note to return to his Mistress Brenda and her associate Mistress Sasha soon for another session!

ESCAPE TO MISS BRENDA – PART EIGHT

“We’ll, Andy pet,” Miss Brenda said at last, “I think that’s enough for you today!” Her fingers and Mistress Sasha’s cane were withdrawn. Then Miss Brenda removed his harness, scrotal bind and head hood and released him from the suspension frame and his ankle restraints. He examined his freshly whipped bare bottom in the wall mirror. Ooh! It was a nasty mess. Hot and red with several thick weals across its middle.

“It’s a lovely sight, isn’t it?” came Mistress Sasha’s voice. “It’s my personal signature! Something to take home with you! Would you like some soothing lotion on it, pet?” “Yes please, Miss!” came the whimper. “Then turn about and bend over, and I shall apply it for you!”

“Yes, Miss!”

Andy turned and bent forward. He lifted his bare, abused bottom to his caning mistress. She began to rub an oily lotion into it. “Ooh, Miss!” Andy grunted. He watched her in the mirror as she comprehensively squeezed and pulled at his abused flesh. It felt as if she were thrashing him all over again! There was nothing soothing about it! This pretty young Miss clearly enjoyed the feel of his Hot, oily, freshly whipped buttock flesh being rolled and squeezed between her fingers!

“There! That will do!” she said at last. The tormenting fingers withdrew and Andy stood again. He turned to face his Mistresses. To his amazement his penis was beginning to swell again!

“Well, Andy pet?” Miss Brenda asked, “Did you enjoy yourself today? It certainly looks as if you did! You’ll need to save your stiffening little man for next time, won’t you?”

“Yes, Miss!” Andy whimpered. “Thank you, Mistress Brenda and Mistress Sasha, for disciplining and relieving me!”

“It’s been our pleasure, pet!” Miss Brenda replied. “Now you will go home and play with your whipped bottom and your swelling erection and you will think of us! And you will visit us again soon for further training and relief, won’t you?”

“Oh yes, Miss, I certainly will!”

And he did!

THE END