“Hey, Mike!” Jeff yelled at me from across the locker room. “Wait up!”

I stopped at the door and waited for Jeff as he threw on a shirt, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and ran to catch up with me.

“Man, that was a good training session today. I can’t wait to get in the ring next month.” Jeff was amped up after we’d done a few light rounds of sparring today. “What do you have going for the rest of the day?”

“Not much,” I replied. “I have history in about an hour, and economics right after that. Should be a pretty easy day. Then I have a date tonight with Geena.”

Jeff gave me a weird look. As far as I knew, Jeff didn’t know what kind of dates Geena and I had.

“You spend a lot of time with her.”

I raised my eyebrow, “I spend a lot of time with my girlfriend?”

“Yeah. You don’t hang out with us guys often enough.”

“We hung out last Thursday, remember. We smoked weed all day and ate like eight pizzas, and by the way, Geena was pissed at me for missing my classes that day.”

“What about on Monday?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, she was pissed about Monday too. She definitely punished me for those days.”

“Punished you?” Jeff laughed. “Like she spanked your widdle bottom? You’re a man Mike. A woman doesn’t own you.”

I gave Jeff a sly grin. Geena owned me. “No. I mean, yeah, I know. I do what I want, you know that.”

Jeff gave me a look like he didn’t believe me.

“Yeah, sure man. Is that why you didn’t come over to Ray’s house party last weekend? If you ask me, you’re Geena’s little bitch. She’s got you whipped. You don’t hang out with us enough.”

“What are you getting at, Jeff? I really got to go get ready for class.”

Jeff could be exasperating. He was a little too extra. All he wanted to do was box and party. He kept pace with me as I left the gym and headed to the parking lot. While we strode towards my Wagoneer, Jeff pleaded his case.

Jeff wanted to be a lawyer. I don’t know if getting multiple concussions through your formative college days was the best path towards becoming a litigator, but Jeff could be very convincing.

“Ray, Andy, Danny, and I are all going to be smoking this afternoon at Danny’s place. He got a really good hook up, and we’re going to watch cartoons and eat pizza. It’s going to be a blast. You got to come, Mike.”

“No, no way. If Geena found out I skipped class again, she’d be so mad at me.” I shook my head and picked up the pace.

“Oh, little boy Mikey needs his mommy’s permission to play with his friends?”

I hated being mocked. I wanted to drag Jeff back into the ring and spar with him for a few rounds without headgear.

“Stop that shit, Jeff.” I growled.

Mike weighed the options in his mind. If he skipped class again and Geena found out, he’d be punished for sure, but what if that punishment was a nice firm spanking. That’s what she’d given him the last couple times, and he’d loved it. Maybe this was a win-win situation.

“Fine. You’re right. I don’t need anyone’s permission to take a day off. I’ve been training and studying hard, I deserve a break, right?”

“Fuck yes you do, boy!” Jeff was getting excited. He hit me with a few quick jabs in the arm. “Drive me to Danny’s?”

“Fine. I got to leave by four or Geena’s going to know something is up.” I said.

“Yeah, four. No problem. Let’s pick up some snacks on the way over.”

It had been a lot of fun hanging out with the guys. Every now and then, it was nice to get out and do something with my friends. Geena had friends too that she did stuff with. I realized I was trying to rationalize what I did today in my own mind. That usually meant one thing. I fucked up.

I sped home. Well, I cruised at about forty miles per hour all the way home. I drive slowly after I smoke. I’m paranoid that I’ll get caught if I go even a mile over the speed limit. I looked down at the clock and real anxiety set in. It was almost 9:30, and I had forgotten to call Geena at her apartment when I was at Danny’s.

I pulled into the parking lot of Geena’s apartment and raced up the stairs. Jeff and Andy had sprayed me down with cologne before I left. I smelled myself.

“Be cool, Mike. Be cool.”

I knocked on the door. No answer. I waited for a moment and knocked again. Thinking Geena might be studying or in the shower, I walked in the door as quietly as I could.

Geena was sitting on the couch with a paddle sitting across her lap. I felt my cock twitch just thinking about the spanking she might give me if she found out I skipped class. She didn’t look like she was in a playful mood. She turned her head towards me slowly as I walked in the door.

She was dressed in leather. Her tight corset accentuated her large breasts and perfect hips. Geena was my dream woman. If I’d have been a renaissance artist, every statue I’d chiseled, every painting I’d painted, every word I’d written would have been devoted to her. She was beauty incarnate. Forever my muse.

She wore her long leather boots that came up to her knees and tight leather pants. Her lips were painted a dark red and her eyes had a smokey hue. I shivered just looking at her. Even fully dressed, she ignited my passion.

“Mike, where have you been?”

“Geena, I’m so sorry, I forgot to call you. I went to Danny’s place with some of the guys. You know, we were just hanging out and talking about some of our upcoming matches.”

Geena calmly slapped her paddle against the palm of her hand.

“Did you go to your classes today, Mike?” Geena asked.

“Well, I went to my classes earlier. I got carried away hanging with the guys, but it’s ok. The syllabus for both history and economics had today as just a lecture day. I didn’t miss anything.”

I was nervous. I didn’t want to tell her what I’d been doing, but I knew that if she asked, I couldn’t lie to her.

“Mmmmhmmm.” Geena stood and walked towards me. Slapping the paddle against her palm with each step.

“Babe. I’m doing really great in all my classes…” Geena stepped up to me and I trailed off.

Her eyes were hard and unhappy. They were beautiful. My Geena was so beautiful. I immediately felt ashamed of skipping classes. She hated it when I did that.

My eyes glanced at her paddle, and I felt my penis get fully hard. I licked my lips. I knew she was mad at me, but if she punished me tonight, that would be alright with me.

Geena reached up and ran a hand through my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her soft hands running across my scalp.

“You smell nice, Mike.” She gave me a sly smile.

“Oh thanks,” I replied nervously. I shifted my feet and looked away. “Yeah, I put on some cologne so I wouldn’t smell too bad after my workout today.”

Geena pursed her lips and nodded. She brought the hand she’d just run through my hair to her nose and inhaled deeply.

“Mike, did you skip class to smoke weed again?”

She’d caught me. There was nothing to do but confess and prepare myself for her punishment. I felt a pulse of excitement run up my spine.

“I’m sorry, Geena. It was just supposed to be for a little bit, and we lost track of time. It’s just I’ve been studying and training so hard…”

Geena cut me off.

“No. I don’t need any excuses, Mike. I’ve told you that I don’t mind if you smoke, but you can’t keep skipping classes. You’ve got to keep your grades up if you want to keep training with the boxing club on campus.”

Geena threw her hands up and paced back towards the couch, spun, and marched right back up to me. She hit me hard in the thigh with the paddle.

“Ouch!” I yelped. I loved it.

“I don’t want some deadbeat boyfriend who isn’t responsible enough to go to class. I love you, Mike. I want you to be great at everything you do, but you got to go to class!”

She hit me again on the thigh. Her thick paddle must have left a large red mark on my leg, I could still feel the sting.

“I’m going to have to punish you again. You got to learn, Mike. Drop your pants.”

“Yes, mistress,” I slid easily into subservience.

Geena was my mistress. I loved it when she would take control. I loved it when she punished me. I could feel my dick straining against my boxers. I dropped my pants and boxers instantly.

“What the fuck is this?” Geena knelt and took my cock in her hand. She squeezed it hard. “Why are you already excited, Mike? I’m not punishing you for your pleasure.”

“I’m so sorry, mistress.” I blushed, embarrassed that I couldn’t control myself.

She hit me again. This time her paddle slapped my hip and the side of my buttocks. She growled and grabbed my testicles. She squeezed them and looked up into my eyes. I stared down at her, caught in a silent scream. She literally had me by the balls.

“Mike, I’m serious,” she pulled them again and my knees buckled. “I can’t baby you. You have to learn, and it looks like you’re enjoying these punishments too much.”

“I’m not, mistress. I promise!” It was a lie, and she knew me too well to buy it.

She grabbed my cock again and led me to the middle of the room.

“Oh yeah? Bend over the coffee table. Now.”

I bent over the table and heard a whistling. Her paddle struck me hard on the ass. I felt my feet almost come off the ground. She’d never hit me that hard before. Again, she struck me. The coffee table slid a few inches across the carpet.

“Tell me you don’t enjoy this, Mike.” Geena hit me again.

“Mistress, you’re punishing me. It’s not for me to enjoy.” She hit me again. This time I squealed like a little girl. I was loving every minute of this.

“Right answer.” She hit me again and my eyes rolled back in my head. “But I know it’s bullshit.”

I braced myself for another swat, but it didn’t come. Geena walked around and sat on the couch in front of me. I stayed bent over the table. She hadn’t given me permission to move yet.

“Baby, I can see all that tasty precum dripping from your cock. You’re loving this. You love it when I punish you. So how can I actually teach you if you won’t learn?”

I felt ashamed. Hurting her, disappointing her, that was what really hurt me. Not these slaps on the ass. I loved those. I loved her. Why would I ever disappoint her? I cast my eyes down, unable to look at her.

“The last two times I’ve told you that I don’t like you hanging with them and skipping classes. I’ve punished you. I’ve spanked you, whipped you, fucked you, and each time you cum, and you have this adorably vacant smile on your face.” Geena sighed.

“I won’t do it again, Geena. I promise. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

“No. You’re not getting out of this. You’re not going to get to say you’re sorry, and then have fun and cum tonight.” Geena shook her head.

“I’m going to go to bed. Please take a shower before you get in bed with me.” Geena walked to the room, looking defeated. It broke my heart, and I knew that I had to be better. I’d make it up to her soon.

I took a long shower, reflecting on what I’d done, on how it made me feel to see Geena so disappointed in me. Tomorrow would be different. I knew it would. I just didn’t know how different it would be.

I woke up early the next morning. I was going to get up and make Geena breakfast as part of my apology tour, but she was already gone. I got up and got dressed. I didn’t really have anything to do. Her being gone shook me. I couldn’t imagine where she’d have gone or why. I just imagined the worst. That she was angry with me and didn’t want to see me this morning.

I ate cereal at the small table while my mind ran through a thousand scenarios. Seven thirty snuck up on me and I realized I had to hurry before I was late for my first class. No more missing classes. I’d promised Geena, and I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

My day crawled by. I stopped by one of Geena’s classes right before it let out. I wanted to catch her in the hall and apologize, but when it let out, she wasn’t among the students that left the room. Now I was really beginning to worry.

By the time my last class of the day started, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t imagine where she might be. Usually, we’d have lunch or meet each other on campus for some quick fun, but she’d been completely absent today.

As soon as class ended, I went straight home to her apartment. My heart beat wildly as I opened the door. I had a speech planned. A really good one. There were apologies, pledges that my ass would always be hers followed by at least three more apologies, but she wasn’t there.

I sighed and went to the kitchen dejected. I’d just wait until she came home, whenever that might be. At five o’clock, the phone rang. I answered it in a panic.

“Geena! Is that you?”

“Hi, Mike.” Geena sounded fine. I felt relieved.

“Where have you been? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. I needed to think about last night and what that meant for us.” Geena said.

I swallowed hard. That was the scariest sentence I’d ever heard in my life.

“Geena, I’m so sorry. I love you so much. Please. Let me make it up to you. Anything, please.”

“I love you too, you big oaf, but last night made me realize that sometimes you need a firmer hand to teach you how to behave.”

“No, baby. You’re all I need. Please, come home and I’ll show you. I’ll be your perfect, submissive boyfriend. All you demands. All your commands. I’m yours.”

“I know you are, honey, but I think we both know that we still need to discuss yesterday. Tonight, don’t be late. 471 Willow. Be here by 7:00. We have a lot to discuss.” Geena said.

“Where is that?” I asked. “Why there?”

“No questions.” Geena’s voice was sharp and commanding. “Be here, Mike. Do not be late!”

The phone clicked and the dial tone rang in my ears. I had two hours. I didn’t even know where Willow was and so I didn’t really know when I should leave. I thought for a while and then landed on leaving at 6:15. Forty-five minutes was more than enough time to get anywhere in town. I’d stop by a gas station and pick up a map. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. I had no idea what was in store for me.

I took a shower at six. I put on Jeans and a tight shirt that Geena liked. I didn’t leave the apartment until 6:25, but that was fine. I felt like I still had plenty of time. I loaded up in my Wagoneer, “Boom Boom,” and drove to the nearest convenience store to get a map of the city, and I even did something Geena had once said I’d never do. I asked the man for directions.

He told me Willow was a weird road, but it ran through the whole city. He pointed at my map and showed me where the four hundred block should start. I bought the map and a Coca-Cola and was feeling pretty good about myself. It was only 6:34 by the time I got back in Boom Boom, and I had plenty of time. The four hundred block of Willow was only about fifteen minutes away.

6:51, and I was cruising up Willow Street counting down the address numbers on the side of the houses. 443, 445, 447, 449, then I hit a dead end. Willow stopped at 449. I pulled out the map. I hadn’t even really looked at it, I’d been so sure that I knew where I was going. I put my finger on where the 400-block started and traced up to the dead end. Willow was a split street. I desperately looked for where it started up again.

It looked like it picked up five miles away, but I had to go back through these roads just to get back to the main road.

“Shit!” I hit the steering wheel.

I did a three-point turn at the dead end. I was going to be late.

Twenty minutes later I found the 500 block of Willow and went down it. Finally, I got to the other half of the 400-block and counted down to 471. I pulled in at 7:14, parked against the curb and hustled to the door. The house was a small house with a garage. I didn’t even know Geena knew anyone out in this part of town. Geena was going to be furious.

I knocked on the door and waited. A woman opened the door. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties and wore a long overcoat. She had light brown hair, pulled up into a bun, and had a delicate rose placed in her hair. She was gorgeous. I was very confused, though. I looked at the address above her door frame.

“You must be Mike,” the woman said. “I’m Rosie. Geena has told me so much about you. Come in.”

“Um, yes. I’m Mike.” I glanced over her shoulder into her house, “Is Geena here? I’m supposed to meet her at seven, and she gave me this address.”

Rosie smiled. She had a big friendly smile, “Geena’s here. Please come in. You were supposed to be here at seven, huh?”

Rosie twisted her lips into a playful frown, and stepped out of the way of the door, allowing me to enter. I stepped in and Rosie shut the door behind me.

“Straight into the living room, hon.” Rosie instructed me.

I walked through the entrance and into the living room. Rosie was behind me. Geena sat on the couch with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. She was wearing a top hat and my favorite babydoll lingerie that she had with short sleeves that barely covered her shoulders and a plunging neckline that exposed her ample bosom. I was so confused with what I was walking into, but I felt some excitement stir as my mind spun with the possibilities.

“You’re late, Mike.” She said, very matter of fact, and just like that my whole perception shifted. This didn’t feel like it was going to go well for me.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this road split up, and I got lost on the other side.”

“Does he always make up excuses when he’s in trouble?” I heard Rosie ask from behind.

“Sometimes that’s all I hear from him.” Geena said.

“Wait, what? I’m sorry, who is this?” I turned to watch Rosie continue on to the sofa and sit beside Geena.

“I’ve already told you. I’m Rosie. Geena has been telling me she’s been having some issues with you lately. Skipping class, smoking too much weed, and worst of all – enjoying your punishments.”

I felt like I was being ambushed. I looked at Geena, and she shook her head.

“I told you, Mike. You weren’t taking it seriously enough. I met Rosie in the theater department, and she thinks she can help me drive home my point.”

Rosie stood and shrugged off her long coat. It fell to the floor, and so did my jaw. Rosie was almost completely naked underneath. Her breasts weren’t as big as my Geena’s, but they were ample and perky. She had striking dark pink nipples that stood out against her pale skin. She wore a black garter belt that was attached to thigh high fish-net stockings, black panties, and high heels. She looked incredible.

Geena stood next. Her breasts jiggled seductively beneath the thin silk of her lingerie. In her hand, I could see a big pair of cuffs.

“Tonight, Mike. You’re going to be punished. You’re going to learn your lesson, and you’re going to stop fucking around at school.” Rosie’s face was calm and hard.

“Strip.” Geena commanded.

My body acted on autopilot as my mind reeled. I dropped my jeans and took off my shirt. All I could think was that Geena usually told me how much she liked this shirt on me, and she hadn’t said a word.

“Oh, he’s a hairy beast, isn’t he?” Rosie cooed. “Into the garage, boy.”

Geena stepped up to me and spun me around. She grabbed my arms roughly and put them behind my back, snapping the cuffs into place.

“Into the garage.” She gave me a gentle nudge towards the door.

I walked through the doorway to the garage and left a perfectly normal living room and stepped into a dungeon. The room was dark, lit by blue and black lights. The floor was a soft red velvet carpet. On the walls hung implementations of every kind. Geena had some of these toys, tools, and chains, but Rosie seemed to have everything imaginable. I even saw some horse shaped dildos hanging from the wall that were enormous. Bigger than any copy-cock I’d ever seen from Wendy’s collection, including Goliath. My ass ached just thinking of one of those wrecking jackhammers being shoved inside of me.

Rosie walked to the center of the room and lowered some chains using a crank mounted on the wall.

“Sit on the floor, Mike.” Rosie pointed to a white x that was spray-painted on her carpet.

I looked to Geena for help, and she looked away. I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t sure about this either.

“I’ve tried it my way, Mike, and you didn’t listen,” she whispered.

Rosie snapped her fingers, but I was still staring at Geena. Then I felt a whip sting the back of my knee.

“Ouch!” I went down to one knee.

“Come here, Mike.” I felt the sting of Rosie’s whip hit me between the shoulder blades. “Geena, grab a whip or a crop, something that will leave a mark, preferably.”

I looked up at Geena with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster, and she just shook her head at me. She pulled out a long riding crop and struck me on my leg. I could feel an angry welt rise immediately.

“Tie him up, Geena.” Rosie said.

The two girls moved behind me and tied soft leather around both my ankles and I heard something metallic click into the cuffs that Geena had put on me.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Geena pelted me in the side with her crop, and I cried out again. A crank was being rotated by Rosie behind me. I heard the metallic sound of chains rattling together, then I felt a tug on my ankles and wrists.

I looked behind me. Rosie continued to crank on a wheel that was slowly hoisting me in the air by my ankles. She grunted with the exertion, and it dragged me up. First it pulled my legs above my body, causing my chest and face to hit the soft carpet. Then, slowly it pulled me off the floor where I dangled and swung like a slow and steady pendulum.

Rosie walked back around and stood by Geena as the blood rushed to my head. I felt strange being trussed up like this in front of an older, more experienced woman. It was embarrassing to be this powerless in front of someone I didn’t know.

“This might be hard, Geena,” Rosie said, “but it’s for the best.”

Geena nodded, I could see it in her eyes that she was for once, reluctant. Rosie grabbed Geena by the neck and told her to be strong before she planted an aggressive kiss on Geena’s lips. Geena gave into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Rosie. When the kiss broke, the two women looked of one mind. Determined to punish me.

Rosie walked to the corner of the room and switched out her whip for a bamboo cane. She swung it a couple times to feel the weight of it in her hands. The sound it made as it swished through the air made the hair on my arms stand up.

“Let’s test this shall we?” Rosie asked, looking at Geena with a wicked smile.

She struck me on the chest, and I screamed out. Bamboo canes were no joke. I could see an unsure look in Geena’s eyes. Rosie hit me again on my thigh, and I rocked slowly back and forth, suspended by a series of rope and chain pulleys.

The rod hurt, this position was extremely uncomfortable, and I didn’t think I’d be able to make it long like this. I looked at Geena with a pained expression and saw my worries reflected in her own face. I considered screaming “Mary Poppins,” our safe word for the week.

“Geena, mistress. Please.” I begged.

Mary Poppins. Just say Mary Poppins.

Rosie hit me again on the ass. These stung so much more than a whip or crop.

My mouth formed the first syllable of Mary Poppins. I couldn’t do this, but then I saw a look in Geena’s eyes. She didn’t like this either, but I really had disappointed her. I knew that for her, I had to do this. I had to endure this punishment. This was what true penance was, and I wanted to do it for her.

She saw me almost say it. I could tell she expected me to say it.

“What have you learned, slave?” Rosie cut into the moment I was having.

“I’ve learned that what my mistress tells me is law. I should never disobey Geena.” I moaned when Rosie hit me again.

I saw a glint in Geena’s eyes when Rosie hit me. She knew that I’d chosen her and was giving into her will. She smiled and licked her lips and hit me with her riding crop on the stomach.

“That’s right, slave,” Geena said. She hit me again and Rosie laughed.

“Very good, Geena,” Rosie said. “You need to show Mike that he can’t get away with disobedience, that punishments are not for his pleasure. He serves you.”

Rosie handed Geena a metal cage with a chain dangling from it.

“Clamp this around his dick, Geena. I see that he’s gotten a little hard, and we need to control his member a little more tightly.”

“Ooooooo!” Geena was very excited to see a toy she’d never used before.

Rosie explained to Geena what the device did. She called it a CBT device, which made me nervous. I’d heard that acronym before, it stood for cock-ball-torture. I was sweating.

I swung and stared at my mistress as she tested the device on her fingers. As she twisted a screw on the side of it, some screw-like objects tightened on her fingers. Her eyes went wide, and she looked at me with excitement smeared across her face.

“What does that do?” I asked with trepidation.

“This,” Rosie pointed at the device as Geena clamped it around my hard cock, “will cause your cock a little bit of pain. The harder you get, the tighter it is on you. Geena has told me that you enjoy your punishments too much. I believe this will help you understand that a punishment is not meant to be fun.”

“Not meant to be fun for you,” Geena had a gleam in her eyes.

I could already feel the device constricting my penis. It hurt, but something about the pain enhanced my pleasure. I closed my eyes, focusing on the cage wrapped around my cock.

The girls whipped me and tugged on my cage for a few minutes, watching me spin like a marionette doll. Geena kept repeating how I had to go to class. School was my number one priority. She’d accentuate each statement with a tug on the chain and a smack from her riding crop on my testicles.

I was caught up in a swirl of pain and pleasure, and Rosie continued to stripe me with her cane. I’ve never used our safe word, but Mary Poppins was on the tip of my tongue more than once. This was pushing my limits more than anything else ever had.

They mocked me as I spun helplessly. I felt so embarrassed. Rosie was a grown woman, she seemed so much more mature than Geena and me, and she was seeing me in the most vulnerable position I’d ever been in.

At some point, Rosie pulled up a reclining seat and lowered me just enough that my head could touch the cushion. Geena tugged on my caged penis and licked the tip of it. I was getting harder and as my cock grew more engorged, the pain was growing.

Geena made herself comfortable in front of me and spread her long, thick legs. She pulled her panties to the side and instructed Rosie to bring me closer.

“Mike, you’re being punished, and this is not for you. You’re going to eat your mistress’s pussy until I cum. Every time you try to take a breath, I’m going to pull this chain, and Rosie is going to strike your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress. Thank you.” What else could I say?

Rosie moved me closer, and Geena reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head. She shoved my face into her pussy. It was warm, wet, and inviting, but I wasn’t given much room to please her. She was using me.

She pressed my face so hard into her cunt that I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t really use my tongue. I was helpless, and Geena loved it.

Geena rocked her hips and moved herself up and down my face. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel Rosie’s hands. One squeezed my testicles while the other delicately toyed with the tip of my penis. The pain and the pleasure were an incredible mixture that I was getting lost in.

Geena rode my face like I was just an object. Her juices were dripping down my face, into my hair, into my nose, into my eyes, and I couldn’t breathe. I held on for as long as I could, then I fought to get a breath of air. Geena was too lost in her ecstasy to think about giving me a second to breathe.

I tore my head out of her grip and sucked in sweet, fresh breaths of air. As I did, I felt her tug hard on the cage around my cock, and Rosie chided me with three quick, stinging canings to my ass. My yelp was cut off as Geena got ahold of the back of my head again and stuffed my face back into her waiting cunt.

She was loving this, and that made me happy. That happiness didn’t make it any less important for me to breathe though as I fought my way out again, right when I felt Geena’s legs tighten. I could tell she was getting close, but I needed a breath. It cost me.

Geena grunted her displeasure and yanked my cock again, causing pain. Rosie dutifully struck me again, twice on the ass, and once on the leg.

“Finish pleasing your mistress, you naughty boy!” Rosie admonished me as she pushed me back into Geena’s clutches.

This time Geena filled her fingers with my hair and pulled me back into her soft folds. She rode my face like a bull rider as she clung to my hair for dear life.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Geena grinded up and down my face. My nose hurt, my chin hurt, and my lips hurt as she pressed as hard as she could against me, sliding up and down.

“Cum on his face, Geena. Soak him. Show him who’s in charge!” Rosie pushed the back of my head harder into Geena.

“I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming!” Geena’s thighs clamped down on the side of my head, I needed to breathe, but her legs and Rosie’s hand had me trapped. Then I felt her unleash a torrential orgasm.

“Mike, oh my god, Mike!” Her entire body shook as she screamed out my name. “Oh, you’re such a good little fucktoy.”

Her hips slowed as her orgasm ended. Slowly she released me, and I was able to gasp for breath again. I took in huge lungfuls of air that tasted like my sweet mistress. Geena smiled and licked her lips. I smiled back, but then she tugged on my cock again.

“We are not done with you, Mike. I have more punishments for you. I’m going to milk that fat cock of yours, but only because Rosie likes to watch hairy men eat their own cum.”

My eyes went wide. They stung from Geena’s cum. I could feel all the blood in my head, and I felt hot and heavy. I didn’t know if I could take any more.

Geena rose from the chair in front of me and Rosie took her place. At some point her panties had been removed. She spread herself out before me. Her pussy was red and swollen. She wasn’t bald like Geena. She had a luxurious, perfectly manicured muff that she spread before my eyes.

“Make your bitch eat,” Rosie said, “and let me watch him cum.”

“Don’t you dare cum until you’ve told me you’re cumming, Mike. I’m going to collect your milk, and if you waste any of it, I’m going to leave you hanging here all night.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I despised eating my own cum. Geena had only made me do it once and I’d gagged on it. If my face hadn’t already been red from all the blood rushing to my head, I’d have been blushing like a schoolgirl.

Geena pushed the back of my head, forcing my face into Rosie’s open, dripping twat. She was smothering me.

“Don’t pull away, Mike, or I’ll cane that hairy chest of yours.” Rosie warned me.

Rosie took over holding my head, and Geena started licking the tip of my engorged dick. She still held the small chain in her hand and kept a firm, steady pressure on my shaft by pulling down on it as she licked me. I can’t describe how incredible that mixture of pain and pleasure was. With her free hand, she massaged my swollen balls while her tongue traced the most sensitive place on my cock.

I was in heaven. I was in hell. I couldn’t breathe, my cock hurt, I felt like I was going to faint from being upside down for so long, but at the same time, the sheer euphoria of this experience was almost overwhelming.

Rosie didn’t ride my face nearly as hard as Geena did. She rubbed her cunt on my mouth in small, slow circles. I managed to get my tongue out of my mouth, and when I touched the soft, velvety folds of her labia, she shuddered. Geena continued to caress me with her hand as her tongue lapped at the underside of the tip of my dick like she was licking a lollipop.

I had to pull back and take a breath. It cost me three sharp stings from Rosie’s switch.

“Stay on me, Mike. You’re pleasing mommy so much, but you can’t leave.” She grabbed my head and guided me back to her waiting sex then hit me again on my shoulder.

Geena tightened her grip on the chain, and I could feel the pressure from the cage as the pressure from my building orgasm intensified. She was a magician with her tongue.

I pulled my head out again.

“I’m about to cum,” I announced.

Rosie growled and yanked my head back into her pussy.

“No. Don’t cum until I say you can. You don’t just get to cum when you feel like it. Not before me, slave.”

Rosie’s hips began to move more quickly, more intently.

“Oh, Geena, honey. Your man’s tongue is in me, and it feels so good.” Rosie panted heavily as she continued to ride me.

“You’ve been so much better tonight, Mike.” Geena cooed at me.

A switch slapped me in the face.

“Not so good that he should forget his lesson!” Rosie reminded me.

Geena pulled on the chain again, and I knew it was only a matter of moments before I came.

Rosie’s panting quickened. I could feel it in her pussy as it pulsed against my mouth. Small spurts of hot cum splashed against my face and her body shook.

“Now I’m cumming. Unnnggh. Jesus fucking Christ. Your tongue feels so good.” She stopped moving and just pressed my face firmly into her pussy. “You can cum now, Mike. Cum with me, you fucking slut.”

I was so ready to cum. The shame and pain mixed with pleasure was a very strange feeling. Geena took my cock into her mouth and that was all I needed. It pushed me over the edge.

I screamed out, “I’m cumming,” loudly into Rosie’s pussy, and Geena collected all my cum in her mouth. I was exhausted and had nearly forgotten what was supposed to happen next.

Rosie released me and I swung back and hung there momentarily.

Geena walked up to Rosie, and they kissed passionately. I could feel my erection was still going strong, and them kissing turned me on so much. Neither woman said anything to me. They pulled away from each other’s lips and I saw what looked like a string of my cum stretch between them.

Geena grabbed the back of my head again and pulled me close to her. Rosie shoved her fingers in my mouth and pried my mouth open. Rosie spit into my mouth. It was a mixture of her and Geena’s saliva and my cum. Geena must have spit some of my cum into her mouth.

I hated it. It was so embarrassing to have my own cum in my mouth. I didn’t like the taste at all. I gagged, and Rosie clamped my mouth shut.

“Don’t you spit that out, slave. Swallow it.” Rosie commanded.

Some had escaped my mouth and ran up my face, towards my eyes. Rosie licked it off my face and kissed me on the mouth. When our lips touched, she pushed more cum and spit into my mouth with her tongue.

A wet bubble of spit popped between us as she pulled away, then Geena leaned in and spit into my mouth. She’d kept the majority of my cum to herself. My mouth was so full, I couldn’t believe how much she’d saved. It was thick and viscous, and I could feel it running down my face. Rosie scooped it up and shoved her fingers in my mouth.

“Swallow it.” Geena commanded.

Rosie giggled and started making out with Geena. The edges of my vision were blurring as I swallowed what was left of my own jizz. My face burned hot with embarrassment.

“Let’s get this class skipping fucker down,” Rosie said.

Rosie lowered me to the floor, and I was dizzy as I lay on my back. The girls didn’t give me any rest though. Each took turns smothering me with their asses and their pussies. It was the wildest whirlwind of a night. I passed out at one point, unable to get a full breath. When I came to, the girls were lounging on the carpet, smoking a joint and laughing.

My hands weren’t cuffed anymore, but my mouth was dry and had a strange taste to it. Geena gave me a drink, and told me that I’d done great tonight. I was tired and sore, so she pulled my head into her lap and ran her fingers through my hair while she and Rosie kept chatting.

Rosie smiled at me, “You really were a champ tonight, Mike. Geena’s done a pretty good job with you so far.”

Geena blushed at Rosie’s compliment. “Yeah, Mike is a tough guy and can take it better than anyone I’ve ever known.”

Geena passed me the joint and let me take a big hit. She kissed my forehead when I handed it back to her. I just wanted to rest, and I couldn’t quite keep my eyes open any longer. I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, I was in bed, and Geena’s arm was around me. How she got me in the room and into bed, I don’t know. Rosie must have helped.

It had been a wild night, but I was determined to never skip class again to smoke. However, I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time I saw Rosie.