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Sara enjoyed the feelings she had as she pushed her cart through the store. 

She always got such fascinating looks when she wore this T-shirt: “I love men who whimper.”  She tried to be kind and only wore it when Max wasn’t with her. If he’d been bad, then she took him shopping in the mall while wearing it and made sure no one misunderstood who was whimpering for her!

Things had gone so very well with her and Max.   He was such a sweet man.  Well, she smirked: sweet boy, her lovely boy.  

Sara was well aware he was a man and one much older than her, but in the context of Domme and sub, she was the woman, and he was her boy. She loved him more with each little gift of submission he gave her. He was generous, so she tried hard to be just as generous with her affection.

There were, deep within her, some submissive feelings about Max that she’d never share with him, at least not for a very long time.  Sara had some serious trust issues when it came to men and with good reason given her past with an absent father then a parade of step-dads more interested in her ass than her assets.  Her mother had been a total doormat when it came to men.  Sara swore she’d never be like that.

Her dating experience hadn’t gone too well since she intimidated the hell out of any men close to her intelligence level.  It wasn’t until one naughty date turned into something else that she learned who and what she was.  Rick would never be the same after trying to get his hands up her skirt one time too many.  They’d wrestled in the car and she’d ended up with him over her lap.  She did the first think she could think of and began to wallop his ass as hard as she could.

It shocked her completely when, after a few seconds of it, Ricky had gone limp and begun to cry like a little boy and beg her forgiveness.  She hadn’t felt forgiving.  Down had come his pants and boxers. Sara got to business then, using one of her leather sandals.  Ricky had ended up a colossal mess and completely repentant.  She’d found it very arousing to have him beg to please her however she wished.  Well, if he wanted up her skirt, he could get busy with his tongue there!

Sara began to get better at hunting and finding men like Ricky, who were a lot of bravado but crumpled in a heartbeat to her fierce stare and cold, commanding voice.  She’d even considered going pro as a Dominatrix for a little while.  It went so far that she job-shadowed a couple of them.  There was a coldness to what they did that put her off.

Sadly, Sara wanted a relationship of some kind with her submissive male.  The young ones were just too Mommy-fixated, no thank you.  She finally ran into Max one night in a bar, and they’d hit it off.  She giggled when she thought of it because she had spanked him on their first date.  Yeah, they’d hit it off alright.  He was just so damned sweet that even when she was royally pissed off at him she still oved him.  She had no doubts about his love and loyalty to her.

For God’s sake, she’d left him to play with a twenty-one-year-old girl!  If that wasn’t love, Sara didn’t know what it was!  Yes, Maria seemed like a good fit into their little dynamic.  Poor Max was probably well on his way to sobbing over those lovely thighs now, if not past that point.  

Sara also suspected Maria would somehow show her apparent interest in Max not as a submissive male but as a man.  It was fine and Sara had considered it before leaving them alone.  She didn’t think Maria would let him fuck her outright so soon but who knew?  Young women these days…Sara giggled.  She was only twelve years older than Maria.

After several experimental swings, she found what she’d been looking for and put it in the cart.  Sara could see why Max had despised this as a young boy with his mother.  Poor, sweet Max was in for a big surprise when Sara got home later.  

Her phone buzzed.  It was Maria.

Sara read through the message twice before responding.  

Maria had confessed everything that had happened while Sara was gone and included a secret photo of Max in the corner with the spoon handle up his bum.  Sara giggled.  Maria would do just fine!  It was something Sara would have done.  

She responded to Maria with her new instructions and forgiveness, this time for Maria’s actions. They’d need to talk about it further without Max’s presence. Maria sent a quick response with a new idea.

“Damn, this girl is possibly more wicked than me,” Sara muttered as she read it.  

She knew why Maria wanted to do it; torturing Max was just a side benefit.  If he did as Sara suspected, he’d not mind it…eventually.  She quickly agreed and now had another place to go in the store.

Max’s tears had stopped, but his ass was still throbbing.  It would be easy to trace the oval shape of the spoon Maria had wielded.  The girl had a horrid swing and hadn’t held back.  The handle was getting very uncomfortable where she’d stuck it, but he didn’t dare move too much or it would fall out.  He had no doubts she’d come back and start over again.  

From past experiences, Max knew this day’s punishments would stay with him for tomorrow and the next day.  This had no bearing on whether or not Mistress or Miss would do more during that time.  He knew Mistress would strike when, where, and if the mood came upon her.  It was her job as it was his to accept her decision and her hand or implement on him.  

All in all, did he have it so horrible when considering how many times he was allowed to come as opposed to a lot of other submissive males he’d known?  No, he was fortunate that Mistress was so generous and even lenient with him.  She had never forced a ruined ejaculation on him.  She did not cage him.

It was true that once in a while, she got the desire to see his genitals shaved bare.  Max didn’t like that because it felt so… unmasculating?  The concept would sound strange for a submissive male to explain, but losing his pubic hair on the whim of a woman was difficult.  At least she always did the job herself and in the shower with both of them naked.  Max saw quite an eyeful of Mistress, which was a rare privilege.  He also knew she did it intentionally to give him some kind of treat for the bitter pill of being made bare like many women.

Did she do it to humble him when she thought he’d become too sure of himself?  It was very possible because it surely did knock him down several pegs. Max had difficulty looking any woman in the eyes soon after a complete shave. It made him feel even less than a submissive male in the eyes of any woman nearby.  Again, he knew he was very fortunate since many Dommes made their sub’s go through waxing just like many women did.  It was felt the submissive male should have to endure what males in general had forced women to do for a very long time.

“Max?” Maria’s soft voice called from behind him.

“Yes, Miss?” He responded.

“Wait a moment.” She said as if she had forgotten a minor detail.  The detail she’d remembered was to extricate the spoon handle from his butt gently.  “Now, please pivot to face me.” She forcefully asked.

Max obeyed and saw her smiling with some sympathy in her eyes.  “Mistress just told me about something I could do to ease your…situation.  They are over there on the usual chair.” She nodded to her right and behind herself.

He was shocked to see a thin kitchen towel draped over something lumpy-looking. “Frozen peas, Miss?” he asked in surprise.

She tried not to giggle but still did.  “Yes, I admit I read the text twice to make sure what Mistress had said, but it does make good sense.  She tells me it is part of your aftercare if you’ve taken things well.  I told you you did, and viola!”  She motioned to the chair.

“May I rise and go to the chair, Miss?” He asked.

“Of course, Silly.  Isn’t that the point?” Maria asked.

“Yes, Miss, but I’ve been given no clear instruction on how to get there, so I asked.” He explained to her.

“Oh, oops, Max, you will stand and walk over to sit on top of the frozen veggies.” Maria cleared it up.

He didn’t need to hear it twice. He rose and groaned softly as the bruising and a welt shifted. Maria’s eyes twinkled, but she didn’t grin at him or smirk. Max was more than grateful for her kindness.

Over to the chair, he turned to sit in the somewhat cushioned chair on the edge of the kitchen area.  From there, he could see and be seen by anyone in the kitchen.  Slowly, he lowered himself onto the frozen bags and felt them shift in an old familiar way.  

In a couple of seconds, the bags began to loosen up to cup his aching ass.  Max always felt like there should be a hiss of steam as he sat on the bags, just like in the cartoons.  He sighed as the coolness eased the sting and then the ache.  Maria was looking at him with a little smirk.  He didn’t care.

“Should I leave you along with your frozen peas, Max?” She teased him.

He looked up at her with half-closed eyes.  “Hey, Miss, ice in the right place after a hard punishment is almost better than sex.”  Max recognized the beginnings of his version of subspace.  It was triggered by the ice bags and the comfort they gave him.  Yes, he usually had to beg to be allowed them, but Sara rarely told him no.  It was like she was comforting him after having had to spank him.  It was a kind of love that made him a little giddy.

It had always been like this for him.  He’d grown up in a house of all women.  His mother and five sisters had been challenging for a little boy.  All six had substantial ideas about what to do with boys who needed discipline.  It was rarer for him to not sleep on his tummy than on his back.  Thankfully, his sisters were only allowed to use their hands to spank him.  Mom was very imaginative with spoons, straps, and so forth.

The idea that women ruled the world and men did the chores and obeyed what they were told without question seemed natural to him. School had been hell for him, as the macho guys would learn about his latest punishments from his sisters, who had no qualms about broadcasting them to their friends.

Max was sixteen and in high school when his next closest sibling, Nadia, invited her cheer team over.  Mom was out that evening, so it was just him and the cheerleaders.  Nadia had informed them what Max’s situation was like.  She concocted an evil plan where she could easily prove Max had broken a rule with five other witnesses, the girls, with her.  It would mean the strap for sure!

He’d been introduced to a spanking party that night as the girls took turns with him over their laps.  This was when Max learned he became aroused when someone other than family punished him.  The girls thought it hilarious and teased the hell out of him for it, but Nadia had a sliver of mercy and fitted him with a condom.  Where she got one was something Max was not stupid enough to ask about.  

By the time Mom got home, a very sore and exhausted Max had already been sent to bed for being too annoying to the girls.  He’d heard his mom offer to teach him a lesson for it but Nadia, in a strange act of kindness or covering her ass told their mother that Nadia had already whipped him pretty good.

Mom had come into his room later and made him show her.  She’d been very impressed with Nadia’s work, and there was no way Max would tell her the truth.  It wouldn’t matter that he’d been blackmailed.  It would still somehow end up with him in a corner, thanks to Mom and probably Nadia all over again, just for kicks.  The idea of fair treatment by women was alien to him until he met Sara.

She was so incredibly hot and intimidating, but there was a softness to her.  It was how he’d gotten spanked on their first date because he’d mentioned this softness to her.  Sara wanted to show him for sure that she was NOT soft!  Tears and aftercare later, she let him give her oral orgasms for a little while then decided he’d earn a turn at her breasts while she fondled his cock to a handjob orgasm.

They’d started a dynamice the following week.

Maria watched Max almost fall asleep in the chair with the silly frozen veggies under his abused bottom.  It was adorable, and her heart went out to him again.  She’d regretted her submission to him earlier since she hardly knew him.  It was why she’d made her suggestions to Mistress.  

Poor Max was in for a time of it if she was right about what he would do, and she desperately wanted to be correct.  It would be difficult for him in some ways, but she also thought he’d understand later.  She hoped he would.  Guilt still gnawed at her.

“Max?” She asked.

“Hmmm?” He sighed and opened his eyes.

“I have a confession to make.” She squirmed a little.  Maria had not planned on ever showing this to him.  “I…I took a picture of you in the corner to send Mistress.  It wasn’t very nice of me, but…well…you looked so cute with your sniffling and the spoon.” She shrugged.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have done it, but now you know.”

Max looked at her for a moment.  “Apologies from my Domme are rare as snow in July.  I mean, it could happen, but rarely.  Seriously, Sara does try to keep it fair.  Thank you for telling me, and I’m not mad or even surprised.  Mistress holds a collection of red-bottomed pictures on her phone and a few humiliating videos.  I’m sure she has very good reasons for keeping them>

Maria giggled.  “Yeah, they are her version of a spank bank.  Oh, sorry. Bad pun.”

He laughed.  “Yeah, but it still is kind of funny.  It is a spank bank for sure.  I can’t complain a whole lot.  The mistress has allowed me to take and keep a couple of photos of her on my phone.  They’re under a passworded directory I have to ask permission to use, but still, she’s pretty nice about letting me enjoy them.”

“Oh, really?” Maria arched an eyebrow.  “And will I be joining this gallery of yours?”

His mouth hung open, and nothing came out.  There was no way whatsoever to win this situation.  

“I’m teasing…mostly.”  She smiled and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth slowly.  “If I’m not in too much trouble for submitting to you, perhaps Mistress will let me join that gallery.”

His eyes grew concerned.  “You already told her, Miss?”

Maria nodded. “It was better to do it sooner and give her time to cool down. She was very angry with me and said punishment would happen when she got home.” She shrugged. “I still say it was worth it, even if I get a whipping.”

She left Max frowning at this and felt a spark of hope in her heart.  She also again hoped he would forgive her…eventually.

Max heard Mistress’s car drive into the garage, and his heart beat faster.  It didn’t matter if he’d done no wrong.  His heart beat faster, and his bottom worried itself.  His Mistress was a sadist and didn’t need a reason to bend him over her lap…ever.

She came into the house in a huff. 

“Marie!  Here.  Now.” Sara called out.

This was right before Max, who was still enjoying the radiating cold on his bottom.  

Marie came in with her face cast down and shaking.  “Yes, Mistress?”

“How dare you?  How DARE you come in here and allow my submissive to be gifted with your submission?  What were you thinking?”  Sara was well and truly pissed!

“I…I…I wasn’t thinking, Mistress.  I was feeling.  I’m so sorry.  Please, please, please?” Maria fell to her knees before Sara.  “Please, punish me, but don’t make me leave.”

“Hmmm…” Sara looked down at her, and Max recognized the sadistic demon rearing its head behind her eyes.  “Well…you’ll do anything, I take it, to stay?”

“Yes, Mistress…anything!” Maria began to cry.

“Well, since you fucked my toy.  I think it fair I fuck you and he gets to watch!” Sara turned around and went upstairs.  “Maria, on all fours, ass up, head down, wait.”

“Yesssss…Mistresss.” Maria sobbed now.

Max knew where Sara was going.  Her whole strap-on setup was upstairs and usually stayed there.  Mistress liked to fuck her boy in her bed.

“Ohhh, Max…I’ve never…no one has ever…will it hurt a lot, Max?” Maria asked in a terrified whisper.

“Um…well, yes, especially when Mistress is mad.  She won’t be nice about it at all.  Odds are good she’ll bring down her crop, too.” Max told her.

Maria sobbed.  “Crop?  …oh god…well…at least I know you will enjoy it, no?” She peeked in his direction, and he saw her tear-stained face.

Max groaned.  Honestly, yes, he would enjoy the spectacle and hearing Maria’s cries and her eventual and inevitable submission to Mistress.  Mistress knew how to peg very well!

“Well…yesss…but…” He was cut off as Mistress was coming down the stairs with the strapon in place.  The pegging dick wasn’t the largest she could have used but it wasn’t the smallest either.  It was also ribbed for maximum pleasure.  Pain?  Heated discomfort?  Max knew it was all three.

“Good to see you’re in position.” Mistress sounded smug.  She was in full Domme mode now.  Her eyes flashed, and Max wanted to just crawl into a hole not to be noticed.

“Th-th-thank you, Mistress.”  Maria whimpered.

Max saw the crop in Mistress’s hand.  It was shortened to be better used in pegging situations.  It stung like the biggest bee in history when she liberally applied it to get his ass to move faster.  He moved FASTER!

Mistress turned to Max.  “I’ll even allow you, Max, to lube me first.  You may decide how much or how little gets used on her little virgin hole.”

Max opened his mouth, then stopped.  Wait a minute.  “I say no lube at all for her.” He told Mistress.

“Raw?  I should fuck her raw, is that what you decide?” Mistress asked with her head cocked to one side.

“I do…and I will sit up so I don’t miss a thing.” He replied.

Mistress laughed.  “So be it. I’d say I’m sorry, Maria, but I’m not.”

Maria was now sobbing harder than before as she knew it would hurt so much and perhaps the emotional toll of it.

Mistress knelt behind Maria and began to straighten the girl for better penetration.

Max waited and watched Maria trembling very hard now.  The tip of the peg touched her anus and Maria buried her face into the carpet.

“Is this where it was supposed to happen, Mistress?  Miss?” Max quietly asked.

Everyone stopped and turned to stare at him.

“Excuse me, Boy?” Mistress asked in a very dangerous tone.

“You were doing perfect until you said it was her virgin hole.  Unless that was part of the resume, which I doubt, you two have colluded on this beforehand.” Max explained.

Mistress smirked slightly.  “I warned you he was smart, Maria.”

Maria sighed.  “You did.  You must hate me for this, Max.” She turned her face away from him.

“Yes, I figured this was you.  No offense, Mistress, but this kind of deception is…not you.” Max told her.

“None taken, and thank you,” Mistress told him.

“Question is why you did it, Miss?” He asked.

Maria leaned back to kneel on her heels.  “I needed to know if you’d take my place.  If you cared for me truly or if I was just a pretty pussy and nice tits to you, Sir.”

Mistress hissed softly.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, but I know who asked me that question, and it wasn’t sub Max.  Was it?” She asked Max.

Max didn’t dare look at Mistress.  “No, Maria, it wasn’t.”

“I think I may be sick,” Mistress muttered.

“Before you are, Mistress, please?” Max shifted off the chair and knelt before Mistress.  Slowly, he bowed until his head was on the floor.  “I beg…I beg with all I am to take the place of Miss in her punishment.  I truly do.”

“No, Max.  You don’t need to do this now.” Maria fiercely whispered.

“You will keep silent, Slut.” Mistress told her.

Maria stayed silent. 

“Are you sure of this, Max?  Very sure?  I’m in more of a mood than when I was pretending, and you already said no lube.” Mistress warned.

Max thought it very gracious of her to warn him and not just take him raw with no out.  “I’m sure, Mistress, if…if I can beg Miss also to stay and…I will leave it to you to decide what to do about the other dynamic, Mistress.”

Mistress laughed softly.  “You always were a shrewd negotiator, my sweet boy.”

“Mistress, please, please, may I speak?” Maria begged with fresh tears falling now.

“You may.” Mistress nodded.

“Allow my…juices to lube the peg before it enters him so he is not so bruised?  Please, Mistress?”  Maria begged.

“Hmm…that does sound fair.  I’m guessing his actions have had a certain…affect on you, Slut?” She asked.

Maria giggled.  “I must clean the spot up after I move, Mistress.  Yes, it has and does and will always…if…if Mistress allows it, of course.”

“That is a conundrum for another day.” The mistress turned from her to Max. I accept  your bargain, including that she can stay, and we will…discuss the future…without you in the room.” Her eyes flashed at him, daring him to argue.

He did not say a word except to turn to Maria.  “Miss, I think you are in my spot?”

Maria laughed to hear her own words in his mouth.  “As you say, Max.  Mistress, where would you have me to prepare the peg?”

“Just a moment…I have an idea.” Mistress’s eyes twinkled as she rose and went upstairs.

“This can’t be good,” Max muttered.

“I’d doubt it.” Maria agreed.

Mistress returned quickly with a smirk and held something Max hadn’t seen before.  

“I’ve wanted to use this but thought it would be on me, but this will still be fun.  Can you tell what it is, Max, my boy?” She asked him.

He looked at it a moment, and then it dawned on him.  “That is go on me like a gag would but the cock is the gag part and it means I can be used as a phallus to pleasure a Domme with my head movements.”

“Just so.  I also brought lube since I am feeling…more generous.  Maria.  You here…on your back… thighs spread since you are the?” Mistress asked.

“The Slut, Mistress…gladly so.  I obey.” Maria crawled around to in front of where Max was now kneeling and waiting.

“Come here, Max.” Mistress beckoned him closer.

He obeyed and she fitted him with the cock gag. 

“No need to lube this…Slut is plenty lubed, she says.” Mistress laughed softly.

“Oh, I am, Mistress…I so very am…” Maria moaned softly.  “I want it…I want…”

“Stop there for now, thank you,” Mistress warned her.

Her eyes went to Max’s eyes.  “I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” She teased him.

For a guy about to be pegged pretty damned hard and whipped as well, Max was feeling pretty good about it.  He let his eyes smile and he nodded which made the cock on the gag wobble a little.

“Positions, everyone,” Mistress called out like a director in a porn movie.

Max took his place in front of her.  Maria caught his eyes and softly kissed him, then licked her lips.  Damn, now he was already hard.

“Yeah, I better put this on you, or we’ll need to shampoo the carpet,” Mistress grumbled as she reached around to put a condum over Max’s cock.

It was a slow beginning as Mistress, all lubed and ready, began to press into Max as she already had done dozens of times.  For all her bluster, she wasn’t all that forceful about it.  

Max relaxed and let it happen.  He would not penetrate Maria until told to do so.  It would not be suitable to show initiative at this fragile juncture.  

“Moan for Mommy, Max.” Mistress purred as she was halfway inside of him.

Max moaned and felt it vibrate against the peg and back again.  Mistress pulled back a little and began to go further, back, and a little further.  Max moaned nearly nonstop now.  He knew he was a little anal slut for Mistress.  

“Mmm…good boy for Mommy.” She purred.  

Max knew she felt super dominant in this mode and wanted him to feel super submissive, so it was why she went “mommy” on him.  He’d have called her that back a few times by now if he wasn’t gagged.

“Fuck the Slut, now, Boy.  Don’t be gentle.”  Mistress told him.

Maria made a small moaning whimper.  It sounded like she approved of the more aggressive approach. 

Max lined it up then plunged into Maria’s very wet and willing pussy.  Maria cried so fast in Spanish that Max couldn’t hope to understand.  Her hands went to his hair, and she began to direct his motions.  He didn’t mind.  It was the whole idea.

Mistress cracked the crop across his right ass cheek and the motion really began!

Being fucked and also fucking was a very, very new experience for Max.  It was… it was hard to explain or describe unless there.  He couldn’t beg her to come but also loved the sounds Maria made as she was getting close.  This spurred him onto higher plateaus of pleasure as Mistress leaned down over his ass and her breasts tickled his back.

A soft kiss landed between his shoulder blades.  

“I love my good and lovely boy,” Mistress whispered.  “I love you so very much for giving this to me and liking it, too.  I cherish it…and you.  Come as you like.” She whipped him once more, then truly sped up.

For some silly reason, Max thought of the Push-Me-Pull-You horse from Doctor Doolittle, the original movie.  The heat he felt from his ass building as Mistress expertly found his prostate to rub coupled with the most sexy noises coming from Maria and not sound dominant at all, they all collided in the middle within his chest until it couldn’t be contained.  He blew up into tiny, tinkling shards of chrystal, catching the rays of the Sun and making them miniature rainbows!  He cried out as best he could and was gone.

Max was no longer here.  If you wish to leave a message, just wait for the tone.  Max was in a place deep within subspace.  Maria’s squeals and soft begging to come only made it more intense and shaded the subspace with something else.  Dominance?  For him?  

Max came in a loud way even with the gag, and this made Maria explode into her cries of pleasure.  Mistress was the last, but her soft groans and growls told Max she was having her orgasm right now.

The three of them kept going until…until…they all collapsed in exhaustion.