Author Unknown

How was it possible for it to tingle, throb, and ache all at the same time?

Max didn’t know, but it was the state of his bottom as he stood in the corner with his hands on his head.  Closing his eyes, he could feel the imprint of Miss’s handprints and her damnable hairbrush, too.  

They had just concluded one of Miss’s favorite new games: Treat.

It was aptly a misnomer.  She devised it all alone and showed what a wonderfully wicked Domme she was for him.  It was diabolical!  She would praise him for something and then ask if he wanted a treat.  

Max would always say yes to a treat from Miss.

The Treat was to lie with his head in her bare lap as she leaned forward to let him suckle her nipples.  Miss had awesome nipples, and he would begin to enjoy them immediately.

As he was thus employed, she would tell him she would have some fun herself.  Her hand would begin to stroke his bare cock with her nails first.

“No coming though, Max.” She would admonish him in a severe tone.  “If you do, then you will be punished and punished well.  Nod if you understand.”

He would nod, and she would then begin to spend the next few minutes warning him not to come while making it more and more difficult for him not to come.  Miss was very good at handjobs.  Her naughty smirk down at him while he whimpered and sweat showed her glee in this torture.  

It hit so many of Max’s buttons: fear, embarrassment, masochism, and fulfillment.  There was no way he could last.  None.  She made very sure of that by almost leaning down to suck him.  It never got that close.

No matter how she scolded him, he would still try not to come.  He was hardwired to obey!  She knew it and loved putting him in this position.  When she could see he was close to breaking, she would begin to tease him more.

“Wouldn’t it just feel better to come and get it over with, Max?” She would coo as she wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and began to pump furiously.  Max would be groaning and squirming by now.  

“Just surrender, Max. You know Miss will always win.” She would seal his fate, and he’d come.  God, it was a good climax from all her torture of him.  It wasn’t over yet.  He would have spurt all over her hand, which she would make him lick and slurp up before anything else happened.

Her scolding would begin anew as he tasted himself and amused her further.  

With an exaggerated sigh, she would tell him it was time to take his consequences.  These would be going over her lap on the floor while she spanked him thoroughly for a warm-up.  A warm-up?  His bottom was throbbing before she even reached for the brush!

A long, well-done paddling was next until he was a sobbing mess on her lap, and she enjoyed her power over him. “What a good toy you are, Max, ” she would praise him.

“Th-th-thank you, Miss.” He would sputter out between sobs and sniffles.

It was a new thing she’d added for him to stand in the corner while she would watch a show or read a book.  She’d learned he enjoyed the embarrassment of being on display for her.  Miss did give him her nipples once more after the paddling as a consolation.  She did love him and want to cherish him.  Her soft whispers as he calmed down were golden to him.

Here he was now with the triple-feelings bottom on display as Miss watched a movie.  She wouldn’t make him stay for the whole thing.  

“How are you doing, Max?” She had paused the movie to ask.

“Green still, Miss.” He told her and then expressed his bewilderment at feeling all three ways on one bottom.  

Miss giggled, and he could hear her smirk.  It made him feel all the more embarrassed to have told her this but…he knew it pleased her and…the embarrassment made his cock twitch once more.

“I paused the movie to check on you and…I have an appointment about to get here.” She told him.

His insides turned to cold water.  Was someone coming here?  With him like this?  His heart rate tripled.

“Yes, Miss?” He asked.

“Yes, I am hiring someone to help with the household chores and cooking.  I know you are trying to do a good job of it, but, to be honest, I’d rather spend the time torturing you than having you do odd jobs.” She said simply.

Miss was not one to shy from admitting her sadistic desires.  

“Thank you, Miss?” He made it a question to sound more unsure than he felt.  It would please her.

She laughed.  “I know…is it a blessing or a curse, right?  Well, anyway, her name is Maria.  She’s twenty-one and, from the photo on her resume, a beautiful Latina.”

Max’s cock twitched a lot now as he imagined the humiliating scene.

“So, I am asking, and not commanding, do you wish to stay in the corner?  Would you like to beg me to be allowed to go upstairs?” She asked.

Max never got just to ask.  He always had to beg.  It made a vicious kind of sense in their dynamic.  She loved hearing him do it, and he loved having to do it.

He thought and knew he had to act quickly, or she’d decide for him. Did he want to go down this road now? Miss knew, and Max knew it was something he’d wanted to experiment with but would never ask for. She was giving him a golden opportunity.

“I’ll stay, Miss, if I may, please?” He begged.

“You may.  I will tell her about our dynamic and why you are here.  She will be free to ask me any questions about you. You must answer anything she asks with complete honesty.” Miss warned.

Max knew this was her giving him a chance to reconsider.  If he did change his mind, he knew he’d have to beg on his knees at this point since he’d let the first time go. Begging on his knees to her was a compelling experience.  It was becoming another win-win in a lose-lose kind of way.

“I understand, and I thank you for the warning, Miss. I will obey as always, ” he told her.

She hummed in pleasure.  “This makes me very happy, Max.  I will enjoy doing this to you.”

“I know, Miss.” He answered and now began to dread the seconds going by.

The time soon came that the doorbell rang.

“Nose pressed in the corner so your bottom sticks out more, Max,” Miss told him as she walked by him.

“Yes, Miss.” He muttered.  Trust her to find a evil way to twist his humiliation screws tighter.

His bottom was bent over and well on display as he heard the voices approaching.

“Maria, this is Max.  He is my submissive.  As I stated over the phone, I am a Domme or female dominant.  He is my submissive male.  We are in a relationship, and all I do to him is with his consent, isn’t it, Max?” Miss drew close enough to pat his bare bottom.

“Yes, Miss.  It is.” He answered and felt his face turn deep red.

SMACK!!

Miss had spanked him sharply.  “You’re being rude, Max.  Turn around, hands still on your head, and meet Maria.”

Max groaned out loud at this new deviltry.  Maria was about to get to know Max very, very well, and, since Miss had just spanked him, his cock was rock hard.  He had no choice…as usual.

Turning slowly, he saw that Maria was a beautiful young woman with long, dark, straight hair and deep brown eyes.  Those eyes widened a little and dipped as Max came into view.  Her eyes stayed on his cock.

“I see why you enjoy him as a submissive, Miss,” Maria told Miss.

It was a sweet compliment instead of teasing or laughing. 

“Thank you, Miss Maria.  Nice to meet you.” Max tried to sound somewhat normal.

Her smile was radiant.  “I believe the pleasure is mine at this point, Max.  I appreciate the…compliment.” Her eyes took him in again with no sign of shame or displeasure.

It ensured he wasn’t deflating anytime soon.  

“You should experience his…linguistic skills, Maria.” Miss laughed.  “He’s even better at that than with his cock.”

“Oh, my, Miss!” Maria exclaimed and blushed a little now.  “I would not presume…of course.”

Miss’s eyes twinkled at Max.  “Hmm…I might allow it.  Would you enjoy licking Maria’s pussy, Max?”

God, what a question to ask him and in front of her?!  He had to obey and be honest.  Miss knew it, too.

“I’m sure I would enjoy it very much if Miss and Miss Maria allowed such a blessing to happen.” He added with some flourish.

Miss’s eyes flashed in pleasure at his moxie.  “Careful, Max.  If I think you are flirting right in front of me, Maria will also get a demonstration of what you sound like when you’re sobbing.”

“I’m sorry, Miss.” Max lowered his eyes in submission.

“It’s okay.  I don’t blame you.  I know you have a weakness for young women, Max.  Don’t you?” Miss asked.

Oh, God, she was turning him over a roasting fire!  

“Yes, I do, Miss.” Max was tempted to go further but knew Miss wasn’t joking about her warning.

“Please, I would not wish for him to be punished on my account, Miss.” Maria interceded.

Miss paused.  “Do you understand how being submissive pleases him, Maria?”

“I think I do, Miss.” Maria sounded unsure.

“Max is enjoying my verbal torture of him in front of you.  His erection was just as much because of your beauty as my smack on his ass.  He’s a masochist and can quite possibly orgasm from being punished.  It is sweet, though, that you wish to defend him.” Miss explained.

“Oh.” Maria’s voice sounded awed and a little curious.  “This is very different from my experiences with men.”

“Oh, tell me more.  I value honesty above many things, Maria.” Miss told her.

“Well.” Maria paused.  “Must I answer in front of him, Miss?”

“Seems only fair to me since we’ve had fun at his expense…or I have.” Miss told her.

Maria sighed.  “As you say, Miss.  I…I understand the submissive side because I am…a bit…submissive, Miss.” Her voice sounded mortified. 

Max was sure if he looked up, he’d see Maria blushing.

“Isn’t that a lovely red hue, Max?  You may look.” Miss told him.

He shot her a quick look of gratitude for this reward. Maria was indeed deep red, and her eyes dropped in a delicious submissive move.

“It is a very nice hue, Miss.  Thank you for allowing me to enjoy it.” Max answered her.

“Maria, do you wish to work for a Dominant like me?  Are you, by chance, bisexual?” Miss asked.

Maria almost whimpered.  “Miss, I…I…I’ve wondered about it but never tried, Miss.” She swallowed.  “As to working for you, I think…no, I know I would enjoy it…and would consider allowing you to…to…”

“Discipline you, Maria?” Miss asked.

“Yes, Miss,” Maria whispered and squirmed.

Max recognized the squirm and felt like doing so himself for and with Maria.  A fellow submissive in the house with him and a beautiful woman, too?  This could be so good and so horrible at the same time.  He could see the wheels turning in Miss’s mind at the possibilities.

“I saw on your resume that you have six little brothers.  Did you ever need to be the disciplinarian in your home?”  Miss asked, and Max’s heart nearly exploded.

Maria giggled.  “Yes, Miss.  Mama needed all the help she could get.  I’ve spanked and paddled a lot of little boy bottoms.”

“What do you think of that, Max?” Miss asked.

He groaned and didn’t care that Maria heard it.  “I think I have to try very hard not to displease Miss by coming right now.”  He sighed and looked down in embarrassment.  What must Maria think of him now?

“See what I meant, Maria?” Miss asked the girl.

“I do, Miss.  I do see.” Maria hesitated.  “I will also add, were Max to punish me, then I’d be hard at not…coming, too.”

Miss laughed softly.  “Max, if you do, we will both paddle you.”

It was Treat all over again!  

“Wouldn’t we, Maria?” Miss asked her.

Max heard Maria’s soft purr. “Yes, Miss. Yes, we would, and we would enjoy it…very…very much.”

With a cry of surrender, Max exploded.

Two women’s voices now giggled at his plight.

“Maria, let’s consider you hired, then…go get something to clean this up. I’ll begin his punishment while you do, and then you may have a turn. Would you prefer my hand or my hairbrush?” Miss asked.

“Oh, well, I’m most used to using a wooden spoon, Miss.  I imagine you have a good one for this?” Maria sounded amused.

Did Miss have one?  She had three!  Max whimpered now without any shame.  He was in the presence of two Dommes at the moment.  What good to hide his submission to both?

Miss told her where to find them.

“Come here, Max,” Miss called to him.  

He went most willingly to his doom.

It didn’t take long at all over her lap with an already tender bottom before he was wailing, sobbing, and begging for mercy.  Miss wasn’t giving any.  

Max wasn’t even aware Maria was nearby until Miss was finished and began to do her usual circle, stroking his back to calm him down.  

“My…” Maria was commenting.  “Will he be able to sit at all?”

“Probably,” Miss told her in a calm, clinical voice.  “I might allow him to use ice packs tonight since you’re next.  I don’t wish you to hold back either.  He must learn you mean business.”  

“I understand, Miss.  Besides, he will still enjoy it, no?” Maria asked.

“Tell her, Max.” Miss patted his bottom.

“I will still enjoy it, Miss…Miss Maria?  Miss?” He was confused.

“Hmm…this is a problem.  Miss would be confusing, but Miss Maria doesn’t sound right.  Perhaps it is time for me to get a promotion. I shall become Mistress, and Maria will be Miss.”  Mistress suggested.  “Max?”

“As you wish, Mistress.”  He quivered a little at the new title.

“I can feel you like it, Max.”  Mistress giggled.  “I avoided it not to sound so old, but I will feel old with Maria around anyway.”

“Surely, not, Mistress.” Maria fell into the new title naturally.  “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Maria.  Good girl.” Mistress told her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Maria whispered in obvious pleasure.

“It’s time, Max.” Mistress sounded very amused.  “Up you go and over her lap now.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He croaked as his voice and emotions were raw.

“Kneel here first, Max,” Maria told him gently.  She pointed next to her.

He knelt to her and felt it click into place.  She was Miss now to his submissive Max.  

“Here…let’s fix this.” Maria held up a wet rag and wiped his face and nose.  “Blow.” She told him like he was a little boy.

He blew his nose.

“Good boy.” She smiled at him with her radiance.

Max melted inside.

“Thank you, Miss.” He whispered.

“I’m going to the store for a few things, Maria.  You’ll look after Max then?”  Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress.  I will.” Maria answered her.

Max was alone with his new Miss!