The Night Two Mistresses Punished Our Submissives

Sofía and I discovered we had more in common than we’d imagined. We were both seeing submissive men, we were both dominant to the core, and we had both learned that the most intense pleasure wasn’t between our legs, but in absolute control over theirs. A few weeks earlier, we organized a night for the four of us: us dressed in leather, them naked all evening, obeying every whim. We agreed to repeat it, but this time with a different theme. We bet on which of us would be in charge in the next session. I won.

From that first night on, dominating Martín became an addiction. I imposed new rules on him. The most important: he was forbidden to wear clothes inside the house. If I ever found him dressed, I warned him, the consequences would be unforgettable. At first he struggled. On the first day, I came home from the office desperate to see the show and found him furiously masturbating to get the erection I demanded. He hadn’t gotten ready in time. I taught him a single lesson that afternoon, and he never failed again.

It was Friday. Work had left me exhausted, but just thinking about what we were going to do that night brought my energy rushing back. Martín was lucky enough to work from home, so his only task that day was to be ready for when I walked through the door.

I arrived and there he was, naked, waiting for me behind the entrance with a perfect erection. I slipped the handbag off my shoulder and hung it from his cock. Then my jacket, on top. I walked past him without looking at him and sank down onto the sofa. His next task was to kneel, remove my shoes, and massage my feet. We had repeated that routine dozens of times and still I never got tired of it. Watching him serve me like a slave to his mistress was a delight that never wore thin.

—Keep going with the legs —I ordered.

He obeyed in silence, focused, clearly excited by what was coming. When he finished, he went to run my bath. I found him standing beside the tub, with a towel covering his erection and his gaze fixed on the wall. He was forbidden to look at me while I bathed. He had to remain still, keep his erection, and wait for me to pull the towel away so I could dry myself. If the towel fell before then, he paid dearly.

***

After the shower I slipped into my outfit: a corset and a black leather skirt that, against my pale skin, gave me the air of a vampire. Martín didn’t need to dress. That night he would be naked from beginning to end.

Sofía and Diego arrived on time. The moment Diego saw my boyfriend without clothes, he understood and started undressing on his own. Sofía didn’t let him get away with it.

—Wait until I tell you to —she said, with a sharp smack to the testicles that made him double over—. You don’t give yourself orders. And you should be ashamed to show that tiny thing.

I waited for him to straighten up before I took the floor.

—All right, boys. Tonight I’m in charge, and that includes you and Sofía. She’ll be second in command. Whoever disrespects her pays for it. You are the lowest things in this room, and you’re here for one reason only: to obey.

I pointed to two chairs I had had prepared, each with a hole in the center of the seat. While Sofía took off her coat and her pants —underneath she wore a black leather bikini and a blindfold that, together with her red lips, made her irresistible— I finished explaining.

—Sit down. Sofía will tie you up and we’ll begin.

Once they were bound, I handed my friend a thick hemp rope with a bulky knot at the end, the kind used to moor boats. And, to top it off, a riding crop. The crop would hurt; the rope was something else. Just seeing it hanging from her hand made my skin prickle. We blindfolded them. Their testicles were left exposed, poking through the hole in each chair.

—The game is simple —I announced—. You’re going to play rock, paper, scissors, seated, on the count of three. After each round, we’ll ask one of you whether we use the crop or the rope on the loser. But we won’t tell you who won or who lost. The loser finds out the result when the blow lands. If there’s a tie, Sofía decides the punishment with her body.

They both went very still, processing that. Hard to blame them. Having everything exposed, not knowing where the next strike would come from, had to be terrifying.

—Maybe you’re wondering why the hell they’d choose the rope —I went on—. Because there’s a prize. If you choose it, the one who won gets oral sex from the other man’s girlfriend for up to twenty minutes. The loser not only gets hit; he also watches his woman suck off his rival. The one receiving the blowjob is forbidden to finish. If he comes, it’s three consecutive hits with the rope.

—Wow, you really are the most sadistic one I know —Sofía commented, teasingly.

—When it comes to their balls, I get creative —I replied, and I must confess I felt proud.

—So now you know, boys —she concluded, clapping to encourage them—: show us you’ve got what it takes.

—One more thing —I added—. There are two ways this ends. If one of you gives up, there’s a winner, and the winner fucks both of us until he finishes while the other watches. If after five rounds both of you give up, the prize will be watching Sofía and me while you masturbate.

***

—One… two… three —Sofía counted.

They both threw rock. A disguised tie: neither of them knew it. Sofía crouched behind Martín and landed a punch on his testicles like she was hitting a speed bag. My boyfriend let out a long groan. Diego, hearing it, smiled, convinced he had won. The poor fool didn’t understand that the lack of a question meant they had both lost. He understood a second later, when Sofía landed an even harder blow on him. I gave each of them a few seconds to recover.

—Second round. One… two… three.

Martín repeated rock, stubbornly. Diego played paper.

—Martín, choose: crop or rope —I said.

He thought about it for a good while, though it was pointless. He had no way of knowing whether he had won.

—Crop —he decided at last, taking no risks.

Sofía positioned herself behind him, took the crop, and, without a word, brought it down with all her strength. His skin flared red instantly. Diego burst out laughing in triumph.

—Don’t get too excited, sweetheart —Sofía warned him—. The next ones could be yours.

—Let’s keep going —I said—. One… two… three.

Martín switched to scissors. Diego played paper again.

—Now you choose, sweetheart —Sofía said to her boyfriend, resting a hand on his shoulder—. Crop or rope.

—Rope! —he exclaimed, excited, sure he was winning.

If he had known he had lost, he never would have asked for it. Sofía went to fetch the rope. Watching her walk with that thing was terrifying. She waited a couple of seconds. Martín, who believed he was the target, went completely rigid at every step he heard. I could see every fiber of his body wanting to free his hands to protect himself.

—On the count of three, Sofía. One… two… now!

Perfect aim. The knot struck right in the center. I saw everything: the rope coming in, the crushing impact, Diego’s body jerking against the restraints. He let out a soul-rending scream and yanked at the ropes with all his strength, uselessly, trying to reach what he could no longer protect. I had never seen anything so brutal right in front of me.

While he panted, Sofía let go of the rope and walked to Martín. My boyfriend was so relieved it wasn’t him that he almost smiled. She knelt, took his cock into her mouth, and started. In the room there were only the wet sounds, Martín’s moan of pleasure, and Diego’s broken breathing, still not recovered.

—You’re really enjoying that, aren’t you, baby —I said—. I hope you don’t like Sofía’s mouth so much that you’d prefer it to mine.

—No, my goddess, yours are the best —he answered.

I couldn’t help smiling. Sofía wasn’t amused: she opened her eyes and gave him a blow under the chair without stopping sucking.

—Come on, Diego —she teased him after that—. Your girl is devouring Martín. You’re going to let her keep going?

The oral went on a few more minutes, until Diego found the strength.

—Let’s keep going… —he muttered.

Sofía pulled away with a wet pop and went back to her boyfriend.

***

—Fourth round. One… two… three.

They both played paper. Sofía crouched down, stretched out her arms, and caught both their testicles at once. She started squeezing and tugging while they writhed, groaning. There was a smile on her face, the smile of someone who truly enjoys what she does. After a few seconds she let go, and despite the pain they both seemed grateful for the tie.

—Fifth round —I announced—. If you get through it, you can leave with the lesser prize. Of course, only if you’ve got what it takes to keep going.

—One… two… three —Sofía counted.

This time Martín chose paper and Diego chose scissors. I was supposed to “take care” of my boyfriend, and I didn’t want him to lose anything that night. But I confess that imagining the rope bursting against him made me hotter than almost anything else. When Sofía asked him what he preferred, I leaned in, rested my hand on his leg, and whispered in his ear:

—Ask for the rope.

He smiled, confident. I wasn’t proud of tricking him, but I wouldn’t have been able to stand the night ending without seeing him take that blow.

—Rope —he said confidently.

Sofía bit her lip to keep from laughing and giving me away.

—It’ll be the rope —I said—. And this time I’ll be the one using it.

I went to pick it up. As I passed behind the chairs, I saw Martín’s stupid smile, convinced another blowjob was waiting for him. Something very different was waiting. I had never felt so eager. Sofía counted so he wouldn’t know I was the one delivering the blow.

—One…

—Wait —said Diego, nervously, even though he wasn’t the target.

—Two…

—Please… —he insisted.

—Three! —I hurled the knot forward with both arms, with all my strength.

The impact was perfect. Martín screamed in pain and shock, jumped in the chair, yanked on the ropes, and rocked until he toppled onto his side, face down on the floor. Maybe I went too far. Excitement kept me from judging my force. He ended up on the ground, moaning, the pain refusing to leave him. It was exactly the spectacle I had wanted to see, though it turned out even more intense than I expected.

With my foot I pushed him until he was face down. Seeing him like that, helpless, had me hypnotized. A dark part of me wanted to lift the rope again and strike once more, this time with everything I had. My hand started to rise almost on its own. Sofía, the only one who could see me, had her mouth slightly open and her hand between her legs, aching for me to do it.

—Mistress Lorena, won’t you give me my prize? —Diego asked.

The question snapped me out of my trance. What the hell was I about to do?

—Ah… yes —I said, coming back to myself.

I walked over to him, knelt, and took his limp cock into my mouth. I felt it slowly grow, an odd and delicious sensation. I was so aroused after what I had just done to Martín that I started touching myself. Then I heard Sofía coming up behind me. She sat down against my back and her hands found my breasts through the leather. Those warm, soft hands brought me to the brink. With my free hand I took Diego’s testicles and squeezed as I came closer.

Sofía found the path: she moved one hand from my breasts, slid it between my legs, and started working her fingers exactly where I needed them. His cock in my mouth, his balls in my hand, Sofía’s fingers on my nipple and my clit. A cascade of sensations. I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded into one of those orgasms you remember for years.

—I’m close to coming… —Diego gasped.

—Idiot, remember what happens if you do it during the game —Sofía cut him off—. Three consecutive hits with the rope.

I kept sucking him, determined to make him finish and ruin him. From the floor, Martín heard everything.

—Martín, let’s give up and accept the lesser prize —Diego begged, barely holding back.

—No… —Martín replied calmly, still not fully recovered from the blow.

—Do you want to risk another one like that? If I come, they’ll destroy me. You give up too.

—The game goes on whether I come or not. I’m not giving up alone. If you want to finish, you give up.

—That’s right, boys —Sofía interjected—. This keeps going until both of you give up or there’s a winner.

—You already hit both of us with the rope, we already passed the five rounds —Diego insisted, exasperated—. Let’s accept the damn prize or we’ll end up worse.

Martín thought about it for a moment. Finally he gave in.

—All right, girls. We give up.

I pulled away with the same wet pop. We went to untie them and removed their blindfolds. I was still hot despite the orgasm. When I helped Martín up I couldn’t help taking hold of his testicles, those poor victims of my cruelty.

—Why did you trick me, my goddess? —he asked.

—I didn’t trick you.

—You made me believe I had won and I chose the rope. I’ve never felt so much pain.

—I never told you that you had won. I only told you what to ask for. It made me way too hot to blow you up like that, and I couldn’t hold back. Are your balls worth more than my pleasure?

He fell silent, perhaps annoyed by the trick.

—Answer —I said, squeezing a little.

—No, my mistress —he replied with a grimace of pain—. Your pleasure is more important than my balls.

—Correct. If wrecking you makes me happy, you offer them up without complaint.

—It will be so, my mistress. Forgive me…

I found it funny that he was apologizing after I had been the one beating him to a pulp. I stopped squeezing and just stroked him.

—It’s all right, little one —I told him—. You’ve suffered enough for today.

Sofía looked at me from the other side of the room, with that conspiratorial smile I already knew so well. No words were needed. We both knew that next time we’d find an even better way to break them.