The Second Day of Training with Our Mistress

The first day of training had left us emptied out, and yet we slept barely a few hours. Carla and I spent the night at the foot of Renata’s bed, our Mistress, attending to every gesture of hers and Damián’s, her partner’s. Every time one of them finished, she ordered us to clean up the remains with our tongues: her between the legs, him the cock still warm. It was part of the contract we had signed weeks earlier, and neither of us intended to break it.

We had gotten there little by little, without even realizing it. First it was a fantasy Carla confessed to me one dawn, in a low voice, like someone letting slip a secret that was embarrassing to say aloud. Then came the messages, the first tests, the safeword the three of us agreed on and never actually had to use. And now we were there, on the floor of a bedroom that wasn’t ours, waiting for a Saturday we knew was going to be worse than Friday.

We waited for it with a mix of fear and desire that we no longer knew how to separate. That was the part no one would understand from the outside: that the more they debased us, the harder it became to imagine going back to the life before, the office life, the dinners with friends, the pretending we were a couple like any other.

Renata woke at daybreak. Without saying good morning, she pointed at the bathroom with one finger.

—Into the bathtub. Both of you. Now.

It was a large whirlpool tub, big enough for us to sit facing each other. The enamel was cold under our asses and made both of us shiver. Renata took off her thong slowly and deliberately, knowing we were watching her, and let it fall to the floor with two fingers as if it were a dirty rag.

She stood at the edge, one leg on each side, and started pissing on us. The warm stream ran over our chests, our shoulders, our faces. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth by instinct. Carla, beside me, did the same, with that silent obedience she had learned faster than I had.

—This is only the beginning —she said, looking down at us—. Today you’re going to get Damián’s rain and my sister’s too. You’re going to learn what a toilet is for.

Still soaked, the door opened. It was Noa, Renata’s younger sister, in a bathrobe, hair tied back and with a smile we already knew far too well.

—Well, well, I didn’t know you had a new service —she said, amused—. It’ll have to be tested.

She took off her underwear without haste and stood in front of me.

—Open your mouth. And don’t spill a single drop, or I’ll show you what real pain is.

She started pissing into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but the flow was too much and some of it leaked from the corner of my lips, running down my neck.

—You’re a complete loser —Noa spat—. You can’t even serve as a proper toilet.

She slapped me hard. I had to grab the tub handrail to keep from falling to my knees. Don’t complain. You signed it. You wanted this.

At that moment Damián appeared in the doorway, naked, already hard, freshly up. Renata looked at him with one eyebrow arched.

—You always wake up the same way.

—I don’t feel like complicating things this early —he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

—Then fuck the slut. Spread her open for us.

Noa grabbed Carla by the wrists and tied them behind her back with the belt from her bathrobe, leaving her defenseless. Damián positioned himself behind her, bent her over the edge of the tub, and penetrated her from behind with one thrust.

—Look at how much your wife is enjoying herself —Renata told me, sitting on the edge so she wouldn’t miss a detail—. She’s a proper slut. She likes being taken almost as much as you do.

Carla was screaming and crying at the same time. Pain and pleasure mingled on her face in a way I knew well, because it was the same look she gave me when it was my turn. Damián fucked her relentlessly until he emptied himself inside her with a rough growl.

—Lick his cock clean —Renata ordered me—. Your little wife has made a mess of it.

I obeyed. I ran my tongue along every inch of Damián while he looked down at me, indifferent, like someone letting a dog lick his hand.

***

—Shower and make yourselves presentable —Renata said when he was done—. We’re going to breakfast.

It took us a while to get all of that morning off our skin. When we went downstairs, clean, they were waiting for us in the garage. They made us get in naked in the back of an SUV, Carla and I squeezed together on the seat, with Noa beside us making sure we didn’t try to cover ourselves.

We left the city. The car left the avenues behind, then the houses, then the last traffic lights, until all that remained was road and pine trees. The asphalt turned to dirt, and the dirt to a rutted track that jolted us against the window. Every time we passed another vehicle, Carla and I instinctively shrank in on ourselves, even though the tinted glass protected us from the looks. Noa laughed at our frightened reflections.

I recognized the road too late: they were taking us to a secluded pine grove, one of those discreet places where people gather at dusk to watch and be watched. I had read about it on some forum months earlier, never imagining that one day I’d be the one on the other side, tied up and exposed.

—Do you know what dogging is? —Noa asked with a smile—. You’re about to find out.

They took us down with our hands tied and a leather collar around our necks, like two dogs. Renata held Carla’s leash; Noa held mine. We started walking among the trees, barefoot on the damp leaf litter, exposed to anyone who might pass by.

It didn’t take long before we came across two men leaning against a trunk, slowly masturbating. When they saw us, they froze, as if they couldn’t believe their luck.

—Want her to suck you off? —Renata offered, pushing Carla toward them—. She’s got a good mouth.

Carla knelt on the pine needles and took them into her mouth one after the other, without anyone having to tell her twice. The two men looked at each other, incredulous.

—And fuck her? —Renata insisted—. Don’t you want to?

Their faces lit up. They put her against the tree, one after the other. One of them took a condom from his pocket, but Renata stopped him with a hand.

—Put that away. Sluts don’t deserve condoms.

And that’s what they did, both of them, first one then the other, until they emptied themselves inside her in the middle of the forest, while Renata and Noa stood there smoking, as if they were watching time go by.

***

We kept walking. In a clearing farther on, a couple was fucking surrounded by four older men caressing themselves while watching the show. Noa gave my leash a tug and brought me over to them.

—Wouldn’t you rather have this dog suck you off? —she asked them, pointing at me.

She made me kneel. I went from one to the next, my hands still tied behind my back, while the four of them held my head in turn. After I’d been at it for a while, Renata gestured to Damián.

—Show these guys how to treat a submissive.

Damián came up behind me, pressed me against the same tree, and went in without mercy. I clenched my teeth and endured it, because it was the only thing I could do. After a while I felt him explode inside me with a release that left me trembling, clutching the bark so I wouldn’t fall.

—What do you think of your wife’s husband? —Renata told Carla, who was watching from the ground—. He’s only good for being used.

Then she invited the four men in the clearing to do the same, with the same order as always: no condoms. One after another I took their thrusts, each with his release, until I lost count. When they were done, I could barely stand. Renata lifted my chin with two fingers and looked me in the eyes, almost tenderly.

—Good dog —she said. And that, I don’t know why, was what I liked most about the entire day.

***

We went home at noon, just as we had come: naked, silent, squeezed into the back of the SUV. The afternoon sun came in stripes through the trees and warmed our still-bristling skin. Carla rested her head on my shoulder and I rested mine on hers. The mark from the collar was etched into her neck, and I suppose mine was too. Neither of us said anything, but both of us knew we’d be back the following Saturday, and the one after that, and as many as it took.

That night, once we were in our bed, Carla found me in the dark and held me from behind. We didn’t do anything. We just stayed like that, listening to each other breathe, knowing that the next day we’d once again be the proper couple everyone thought they knew.

Because we had signed for it. And because, deep down, we no longer knew how to live any other way.

I’ll keep telling our experience in future installments.