Morning came and I quickly found myself attending to Miss Eleanor’s toilette. She stroked Mistress’ rigid cock as she emptied her bladder into my mouth. Her pee was bitter and hot as it scoured my tongue. Drinking piss is an acquired taste, but for me it comes down to simply loving being between gorgeous women’s legs with my face planted against their vulvas while my mouth feasts on their pussies. Ever since Rachel Hairston talked me into tasting her snatch in the girls’ room in seventh grade, I’ve been a sucker for pussy, pun intended.

As soon as I attended to the final drops of her urine, I turned my focus to her pleasure. I took my time, savoring her taste and aroma and enjoying her tidy little folds. I concentrated on slowly working my tongue deep inside her fiery hole. She ground herself against my face, greedily seeking maximum contact with my voracious mouth. Her sweet nectar flowed generously, slaking my desperate thirst for her glorious gift. She came, gushing like a river three times before she pulled back, breaking our connection. She slumped into the pillows propped against the headboard and reached out to stroke my hair affectionately.

We were lying together like that when the door opened, and a vision entered. She was tall, slim and had a mane of the most gorgeous red hair I had ever seen. It was thick and dark red, curling luxuriantly past her shoulders. It framed her beautiful face perfectly taking my breath away. She cracked a sparkling smile revealing her perfect teeth that spoke eloquently of her intelligence and humor.

“Caught you.” The gleam in her amazing blue eyes had wicked, lecherous overtones that made Mistress’ cock twitch eagerly.

“Fucktoy, this is my lovely protege, Robin.”

“He’s pretty.”

“And talented too.”

“Hello, Miss Robin. May I say that you are incredibly beautiful.”

“Why yes you may, pretty boy.”

She flashed me a brilliant thousand-watt smile.

“I bet you’d like to play with him.”

“Damn right. But first I need to run to the bathroom. Long drive.”

“Need to pee, eh?”

“Badly.”

“He’ll take care of that for you.”

“Really?”

I rolled onto my back, opened my mouth and beckoned her with a crooked finger. She glanced quickly at Miss Eleanor who nodded emphatically and gestured gracefully toward me. Miss Robin needed no further invitation and quickly slipped her dress over her head before climbing onto the bed and squatted above my face. I took hold of her hips and encouraged her down. Her unshaven pussy was as spectacular as the rest of her with a downy thatch of red hair one shade darker than her magnificent mane.

She smelled glorious and from the moment my tongue touched her firm folds and tasted her I was transported to my special place, floating on the ecstasy I have at all times experienced when faced with a wonderful new pussy. My tongue found her pee hole quickly and I gave her a thumbs up.

“That means he’s ready for you to piss.”

She let go immediately flooding my mouth with a forceful jet. She filled my mouth quickly with her golden gift, making me gulp it down as fast as I could to keep up with her. She wasn’t kidding about how badly she needed to go. The happiness I felt from the sexy humiliation of drinking piss directly from this magnificent woman’s loins for an audience made my cock throb. I greedily sucked as her stream trickled to an end, not wanting to miss a precious drop.

“May I play with him.”

“Of course, silly, that’s why I invited you over”

“Thank you, Eleanor, he’s beautiful. Nice balls and such a hard cock, mmm. Just begging for attention, isn’t he?”

“And he has excellent endurance.”

“Would you like me to play with your junk pretty boy?”

“They’re Mistress’ property. I’m sure she’d be happy for you to use me any way you like.”

“His Mistress put him up for auction last night at the party I attended.”

“You own him?”

“Just for the day. But until dinner time he’s ours to use as we see fit.”

Robin reached out to touch Mistress’ rigid cock with her fingertips, squeezing the spongy glans gently at first before increasing the pressure until she was pinching it ruthlessly. I moaned at the pain, and she giggled happily as she dug her nails in, turning my moan into a cry.

She shifted gears to stroke Mistress’ cock lovingly, erotically then took her balls into her other hand. Again, her touch was gentle, loving as she fanned the flames of my desire for her. I probed her folds with my tongue. It was her turn to moan as my tongue delved deeper into her hot, wet pussy. I licked from her perineum to her hardening clit repeatedly, enjoying the soft moans and muscular contractions my tongue was sparking.

Her arousal grew, and her hands became more intense, squeezing Mistress’ balls and dick insistently. She wriggled her hips to increase the pleasure she was taking from me. I hoped I was giving her as much pleasure. as I was taking from dining on her perfect pussy. I knew it couldn’t exceed what I was getting from my communion with her wonderous sex. Her hands told me as clearly that she was cumming, as her sex and muscular contractions did. A delightful flow of her silky sauce accompained her screaming climax and the terrible squeeze she inflicted on Mistress’ balls made my scream join hers.

“Can we try some of your wicked toys on him?”

“I have something new for you to try. You’ll love this.”

She opened the drawer and withdrew a package. I cringed at the sight, unfortunately recognizing what it contained. She handed the package to Robin who grinned delightedly when she realized what she had in her hands.

“Oh wow, I’ve always wanted to try this.”

She bounced with excitement, working her sex up and down on my face.

“You’ll love it. Go ahead, try one?”

She handed her a wine cork. Miss Robin gave her a puzzled look.

“You hold the cork where the needle will come out, so you don’t stick yourself.”

“Oh, very clever.”

“We don’t want him moving too much, so why don’t you put the cuffs on him.”

Miss Robin happily restrained me while Miss Eleanor opened the package, preparing to turn me into a pincushion.

“I’ll show you with the first one, then you can take over.”

The russet haired dream climbed off my face and knelt by my side to get a better view of Miss Eleanor’s demonstration.

She pinched up a small flap of scrotum and folded it over the cork in her left hand, then brought a needle up to touch the skin on the far side before shoving the needle through and into the cork. I managed to hold my reaction to only a gasp as the steel skewered me. The twinkle in Miss Robin’s eyes as she watched bode ill for the rest of my day. She practically drooled at the sight, and I knew that her spectacular beauty concealed the darkness that simmered under the surface. She was even more gorgeous when she exposed her wicked desires.

Miss Robin had learned quickly. She added another, close to Miss Eleanor’s first effort. The pain was intense, as was her reaction when I cried out. Her shimmering secretions flowed immediately, slipping down her inner thighs when she pierced my flesh. She got right into it and quickly pierced Mistress’ scrotum with four more needles.

“You love this don’t you, naughty little pain slut?”

I moaned. She smiled, nodding at my tacit admission.

“Your owner marked her property.”

“Yes Miss.”

“You’ll see I have added my mark on her balls.”

She pulled my scrotum up to show me her handiwork.

The yellow hubs of the needles were arranged to describe a block letter R.

“You like?”

“It’s cool. May I thank you for the artistry, Miss?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Suffering for you has given me quite an appetite.”

I pushed her back onto the bed and looked down at her.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Still hungry?”

“I doubt I could ever get my fill of you, Miss Robin.”

The smile that lit up her beautiful face melted my heart and drew me down to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but I knew that wasn’t really on the menu. All I needed was another woman complicating my life, but she was irresistible. I dropped to my hands and knees, spread her legs and leaned back into her enticing red bush.

My lips met hers and I parted them with my ardent tongue. She gasped as I slipped into her hot, fragrant slit. I thought if she knew that I was enjoying this even more than she was. She came hard, grabbing my head to pull my mouth tighter into

her sex as she cried out joyfully. I started to back away, but she pulled harder on my head.

“Don’t stop.”

It took me a moment to wipe the grin off my face so I could return to my delightful duty.

“Yes, just like that. My God your mouth is amazing.”

We stayed like that for nearly an hour, or at least it felt that long. She came four more times and flooded me with her passion nectar repeatedly. I would cheerfully have drowned in it and expired there between her lithe, muscular legs. She stroked my hair and told me she had never felt like that with anyone. I wondered that she had the most amazing pussy I’d ever gotten to savor and told her as much.

“Enough, you kids are going to make me barf.”

We shared a sheepish laugh.

“Robin, take the needles out, I have a wicked idea I bet you sluts will love.”

Robin slipped the needles out of Mistress’ scrotum and applied alcohol with a cotton ball.

“Follow me,” Miss Eleanor commanded as she walked away. Robin grabbed a handful of balls to lead me behind her.

Our destination was a gyno chair where I was installed and restrained with velcro straps around legs, waist, arms, and a loose one at my throat. No danger of me moving while they did whatever when they stepped away. I could tell they were whispering, but not what was said.

They both wore cat about to eat the canary smiles when they returned. Miss Robin put a blindfold over my eyes, and I heard Miss Eleanor rummaging in a drawer. Miss Robin applied a copious glob of heavy lube to my anus, working lots of it deep into my rectum. I was still a little sore from Miss Taylor’s stout fucking the night before and hoped I wasn’t about to be fisted. The mere wondered made my ass throb.

Miss Eleanor removed the blindfold and kissed me hard with a fierceness that felt like rape. She gripped Mistress’ balls with similar aggression and gnawed on my tongue.

She backed off and held up a gleaming silver speculum.

“I want to make sure that transgirl didn’t damage your fuckhole last night, bitch boy.”

With her left hand she pried my cheeks aside as her right brought the tips of the tool to my opening. The metal was cold and shocked me upon contact. I noticed Miss Robin standing behind and to her right. A large strap on jutted out from a black leather harness. Except for black spike heeled boots she was wonderfully naked otherwise. Her perfect small breasts sporting hard, swollen nipples, her lithely muscled long legs, and her spectacular red mane captivated me. I wondered hers had to be the best hair in the history of hair.

My attention kept reverting to the phallus in its harness, but Miss Eleanor worked the speculum into me, pulling my focus away from Miss Robin and her cock back to my hole that was the obvious intended target.

Miss Eleanor began to spread the speculum, opening me wider. The feeling of vulnerability and the humiliation of being opened for viewing mixed with arousal was making my head spin. I had learned the joy of embracing that potent contrast as concomitant elements of my submission from Mistress. As at all times it made my heart race.

“Have a look,” she turned away and ushered Miss Robin to inspect my rectum. She handed her a flashlight. Miss Robin leaned close to peer into my distended hole.

“Mmm, very pretty. Are you ready for me in there? Can’t wait for my cock to fill you, can you bitch boy?”

“Please fuck me, Miss Robin. Make me your bitch.”

“Let’s get the hardware out of the way.”

She fussed with the speculum, and I began to feel it narrow inside my rectum. Soon it had collapsed sufficiently for withdrawal that left me feeling empty, yet still wide open.

She released the velcro straps and I was able relieve the tightness that captivity had caused in my muscles. Miss Robin helped me lower my legs from the stirrups and then to climb out of the chair and led me by the balls back toward the bed.

“Kneel.”

I obeyed and when she stepped in front of me I took her phallus in my hands and began sucking it. She stroked my hair as I sucked her long thick cock.

“Good boy. You like sucking cock, don’t you?”

“It depends on whose cock, Miss.”

“You seem to enjoy mine.”

“Yes, Miss. Very much. Because it’s yours.”

“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you.”

“Please.”

“Suck it first, show me how much you want my cock.”

Her hands on the back of my head pulled me closer and she pressed her hips forward, driving her thick cock deeper into my mouth until she paused at the top of my throat.

“Take it all for me, fucktoy.”

I’d learned to open my throat to accommodate Alexandra’s flagpole, so I managed to accept hers without difficulty.

“Well done.”

She urged me up. onto the bed. I assumed she wanted me on all fours, but she had other ideas.

“On your back. I want to be able to kiss you while I fuck you.”

I quickly rolled onto my back, spread my legs, and smiled invitingly at her. Miss Eleanor stepped to the side of the bed. She held a lube container, squirted some into her hand and applied it to Miss Robin’s phallus, stroking it on seductively while looking into my eyes hungrily.

Her look commented eloquently on the surrogacy Miss Robin took on as Miss Eleanor’s protege. She gazed at Miss Robin with obvious pride. The complexity of their relationship amplified the eroticism of the scene for me as I gave myself to their conjoined lust.

Miss Robin’s expression as she moved toward me and onto the foot of the bed mirrored Miss Eleanor’s. Her focus on Mistress’ offered fuckhole made me ache for her to take me. The magnificence of her beauty, the predatory gleam in her eyes, and Miss Eleanor hungrily watching the scene unfold was blisteringly erotic.

She pushed my knees back by my shoulders and brought the tip of her cock to my puckered anus. I reached down to open myself invitingly and urged her on in a husky whisper, “Take me.”

From the moment the tip of Miss Robin’s cock touched my flesh, a thrilling tingle swept over me. She was poised on her knees between my thighs, guiding the glans of her long, thick phallus to my waiting hole. As she pressed slowly in, opening me, she brought her arms up to embrace me and her mouth descended hungrily onto mine. The kiss was electric. Our tongues melted together. Her cock slid slowly deeper into my hungry hole. I pressed my hips down toward hers, trying to take her even deeper.

My need for her to possess me was intense. Her gentleness eased any pain and the delicious feeling as she slowly fucked me was wonderful. She pegged me with long deep strokes, caressing my prostate in both directions. Mistress’ balls drew up and Miss Robin’s thrusts compressed them between our pelvises, making each stroke intensify both the pain and deep pleasure. My need to cum was like a surging wave, building from deep inside.

“Miss Robin, may I cum please?”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”

I needed no further encouragement and immediately exploded, spraying multiple jets of hot cum onto our chests. She reveled in the semen shower, sliding against me and smearing both of us with my jizz.

She kissed me and slowly slid her cock out of my distended hole, leaving it still open, spasming hungrily, clutching for her. The emptiness was shocking, and left me aching for her to fill me again. We lay on our backs, catching our breath. She trailed her fingers through the cum icing on my chest and stomach, bringing it to my mouth so I could suckle it. Finally, she lay her hand flat on my stomach and wiped up all she could of what was left, then brought her hand up to my face for me to lick.

She pulled me toward her so I could lick more of my seed from her gorgeous tits with their swollen nipples. I was dizzy with desire for her, so enticing, so sexy, truly a paragon of perfection. Yet, my feelings for her felt like a betrayal. As much as I adored my Mistress and my slave, this bewitching, beautiful redheaded sorceress was stealing my heart.

As though she could read my thoughts Miss Eleanor, standing to the side spoke softly, “I knew you two would be a perfect match.”

Miss Robin drew me onto my side, and she rolled toward me.

“That was amazing, Miss Robin.”

She kissed me aggressively, her tongue raping my mouth. She eventually pulled away and stared into my eyes.

“I…” The words caught in my throat.

“Are you falling in love with me, fucktoy?”

“I’m afraid I am.”

“Why afraid?”

“Mistress Barbara and my slave Chloe, it makes me feel disloyal. Wrong.”

She stroked my cheek affectionately. Kissed me softly and barely above a whisper, “There’s room for all of us in your heart, isn’t there?”

“I guess.”

“They already share you, don’t they?”

I nodded.

“I really want to meet them.”

“They’re going to love you too.”

“You seem sure.”

“We’re family, and they’ll be happy to welcome you.”

“Why don’t you drive him home?” Miss Eleanor’s smile was different, a blend of happiness, and wistful pride.

Miss Robin’s car was a weathered Chevy Impala. I lay across the bench seat with my head on her lap as she drove us.

“They aren’t going to freak when I show up?”

“They’ll welcome you.”

“Your Mistress won’t be jealous?”

“I’m not her only slave you know.”

“Does she have many?”

“Well Miss Lucy isn’t her slave, but she has been Mistress’ lover for years, and as for others, Chloe is also her slave, and Grace is her new slave. Alexandra is Miss Lucy’s slave. We’re a very polyamorous group. They’ll take to you immediately.”

“Your Chloe is her slave?”

“She’s my slave and because Mistress owns me, she also belongs to my Mistress. She’s bi switch and would love to play with you if you’re interested. Are you bi?”

“Eleanor is the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

‘That’s not a no.”

“I think it would depend on the woman.”

“I get it., that’s how I feel about men. I really only enjoy trans women, and with them I’m still selective when feasible. Mistress rarely sends me on dates with men.”

“So, you’re a whore, and she’s your pimp?”

“It’s complicated.”

“She sends you to have sex with people for money, right?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you think that makes you a whore?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Again.”

“We’re a family, working together to buy our house. We shar thee proceeds from our dates.”

“Does she ever go on “dates”?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

She drove on for several minutes. I held my tongue, wondering what she was thinking.

“Do you love them all?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have sex with all of them?”

“Yes.”

“You’re Dom with Chloe and sub to the others?”

“I’m Mistress’ slave and she shares me with Miss Lucy. With the others it varies. It’s…”

“Complicated?”

“Yes. We’re almost there, take this exit.” I couldn’t resist chuckling.

She turned onto the ramp and followed my directions until she pulled up to the curb in front of my house. She looked anxiously from me to the front door.

“Don’t worry, they don’t bite, unless you want them to.”

Nervous laughter as we walked up to the porch.

I pressed the doorbell button. Miss Robin’s anxiety seemed to ramp up as we waited. The door opened and Chloe’s beaming smile enveloped me like a full body caress.

“Welcome home, Master.”

She immediately snapped into presentation pose.

“Chloe, this is Miss Robin.”

“Welcome Miss.”

“Thank you, Chloe.”

“Come, Miss Robin. I want you to meet Mistress.”

I ushered her into the room where Mistress sat on the couch, with Grace kneeling at her feet.