Two Dommes on a Pain Picnic
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Early in the morning a male servitor prepared breakfast then packed lunches for his Mistress Owners. He did not eat. The women starve him. His misery is part of today’s fun.
Locked in front, the slave pulls his Mistresses’ carriage.
They first made love at this spot. In commemoration, they bring slave men for Pain Picnics. Memories of sex and sadism arouse them to wonderful heights of cruelty.
They use the male as a cushion. His body insulates the women from the dirt.
They forget he exists. Properly trained, the man can stay silent and motionless for hours.
The young Dommes grow romantic, reminiscing of the day they met. Talking about their first dates. Laughing as they recall men they tormented.
Passionate sadists, they first bonded during a conversation about genital torture. One had never thought of pouring itching powder on a man’s genitals. The other was delighted to hear about the effects of sandpaper on a man’s glans.
Aroused, they strip. Make love. Elbows and knees punch the bound slave’s face. Not that either notice. As their shared climaxes approach, his crushed lungs can barely take in enough air for life.
They cuddle in post-coital languor.
Suddenly ravenous, the women gobble sandwiches, salads and beverages.
Revived they are ready to add pain to the picnic.
They tighten the man’s bonds. Each brought a riding crop.
They spank his cheeks in tandem. Soon his face is bright red. Hearing him moan, they giggle.
The women spank his armpits. An uncommon but excellent torment. The soft tissue as sensitive as nipples. For days any movement of arms or shoulders will hurt.
They batter and bruise his penis. The funny little thing becomes covered with red splotches.
Finally, his testicles. Bonds restrain spasms. Gag silences screams. They have beaten hundreds of scrotal sacs. It never stales. Nothing makes men more desperate.
The Mistress Owners torment him until tired.
It is a painful struggle for the slave to pull the cart home. His Mistress Owners don’t mind the slow pace.