It's a Man's World Ch. 04 - Welcome

"And you!" he roared playfully. The older submissive squeaked in surprise. "What do you think about all this?"

Ms Paris took a moment to regain her composure.

"Sir, I think every single woman on this planet is inferior to every single man, Sir," Ms Paris said, grinning, glancing over at Toni and winking.

"Succinct."

"I could say a lot more Sir, but I'd prefer to have more time to suck your cock," she said.

Alex slapped her three times in quick succession. Back, forth, back.

When he was done, Toni could tell by the way Ms Paris' eyelids fluttered, and she was biting her lip, that she was beyond turned on. She was almost in a lusty daze. Alex leaned in and kissed her; pushing his tongue into her willing mouth.

Toni felt a sting of jealousy. She wished he'd kissed her like that. Eventually he pulled back, and stood back up, turning back to Toni.

"I gather you're aware there is a system in place here," he said. "While all the women in this house are here for the same reason, it does not make them equal. Understood?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Ms Paris is at the top, and you, right now, are at the bottom," Alex said. "That means you have to obey instructions from every single person in the house. If I tell you to do something, you do it. If Ms Paris tells you to do something, you do it. If the Gimp... well, she doesn't speak, but if she points or grunts or gestures, you do your best to follow her instructions -- you just do it. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," Toni nodded eagerly. As Alex laid down the hierarchy, Toni felt a surge of anticipation and submission enveloping her. Alex's words echoed like a mantra, embedding the rules deep into Toni's consciousness, each syllable becoming a guidepost in her evolving understanding of the roles she was destined to play. You do it.

"When you've earned your collar, you'll leapfrog the Gimp in the order of things, but for now, you're the lowest of the low."

His soft tone resonated with power, making Toni acutely aware of the rigid structure that governed her new reality. She nodded vigorously, the eagerness in her response revealing both her compliance and the underlying thrill of surrendering to a carefully orchestrated order.

"Y-yes, Sir," Toni said, barely suppressing herself. The prospect of outranking the Gimp ignited a spark of excitement in her. The prospect of earning her collar fuelled Toni's determination, a glimmer of ambition flashing in her eyes.

"So let's get started," Alex said, getting back to his feet in front of Ms Paris. Despite being the youngest person in the room, he had a way about him. Toni found herself captivated by the magnetic charm and confidence he exuded. He seemed to effortlessly navigate the complexities of dominance.

He dropped the towel, tossing it on to the table under the window, revealing his rock-hard cock. Ms Paris stared at it, but she didn't move. Not yet.

"May I, Sir?" she said. Alex nodded.

"Go ahead," he said. Ms Paris leaned forward, planting a kiss on the very tip of his cock. She didn't take her eyes off her master.

"Look at it," Alex said. Ms Paris's gaze flickered to the hard member before her. She gently kissed it again and again, closing her eyes and inhaling. Toni felt another stab of jealousy; she wished it was her smelling Alex's cock, breathing in his musk. Ms Paris kissed again, and ran her tongue along his length. When she reached the tip, she let his cock roll over her tongue and licked down the other side.

Even without using her hands, she seemed to have a masterful way of controlling his cock, she knew how to balance it on her tongue and her cheeks.

Alex let out a soft moan when Ms Paris wrapped her lips around the head. Her gaze returned to him, and she slowly slid down the length, stopping half way and sliding back up. She let go of his cock - which made a popping noise when she let go, such was the suction she had used - and grinned. The head of his cock glistened with saliva. He grabbed a fistful of Ms Paris' hair and held her head in place, her wet lips an inch from his member.

"Toni, I want you to watch this, and watch closely," Alex said. "You will be trained to give blowjobs correctly."

"Correctly?" Toni said.

"Rule number one, you don't use your hands. If you can't pleasure me with your mouth alone, you've got no business sucking my cock. Your hands should ideally behind your back, but having them rest on your thighs, or, in certain circumstances, gripping my legs, can also be acceptable."

He let go of Ms Paris' hair and let her go back to work. The older woman happily took his cock in her mouth once again, bobbing up and down on it. At points, she took the entire thing in her mouth. Other times she ran her tongue around the tip. It was mesmerising watching her work, like watching a professional chef in action -- a magnetism that came from seeing someone who knew exactly what they were doing and enjoyed their work.

"Rule number two, eye contact," Alex continued. "You should be looking up at me always, unless I've directed you to hold my cock deep in your mouth, or I'm facefucking you."

As if to prove his point, Ms Paris leaned in and took his entire cock deep in her throat. From that angle, all she was staring at was his pubic hair. When she reached the base, with his entire length in her throat, she shook her head. Alex groaned in pleasure, and Toni saw his toes curling. But he kept talking, and Toni kept listening.

"Otherwise, you should maintain eye contact, even if I look away as I'm doing now, talking to you Toni, or I slap you. I want to see your eyes." As if to prove his point, when she came back up for hair Alex slapped Ms Paris hard. The sound made Toni tingle. Ms Paris didn't flinch and kept looking up at her master, sucking his cock eagerly.

"Those two rules will do to start. Do you want my cock?" he said, looking at Toni. Toni nodded.

"Yes please, yes Sir," she said. Alex clicked his fingers and pointed to behind him.

"Earn it," he said. Toni's eyes widened when she realized what he meant.

"Yes Sir," She felt butterflies in her stomach again and, slowly but surely, crawled over to take up a position behind Alex.

This was it, she was serving her master, her Sir. This is what she had been waiting for, and if he wanted her to earn his cock then she'd do everything in her power to please him. Taking a deep breath, she parted his ass cheeks with her hand and stared at his asshole. Closing her eyes, she pushed her face into his ass.

The first time she'd eaten his ass it came as a surprise. It was something she'd never done before -- she'd been green and naive. This time she felt far more relaxed as she nestled her face into the warmth of his ass. It felt almost comforting, like all her worries and anxieties were washed away. She didn't have to think about climbing the corporate ladder, or the pressures she put on herself. None of it mattered, she could just relax, breathe and worship this man's ass.

If she only ever ended up worshiping one man's ass, she was glad it was his. He deserved this; he deserved to have her face buried between his cheeks, deserved to have her tongue flickering back and forth over his sensitive asshole, lapping at it like a gazelle at a watering hole. Like a pig snuffling for truffles. She swirled her tongue around his anus, tracing the edge with the tip before tensing and pushing her tongue a little inside.

The moan that escaped his lips made her wet.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck yes..." She felt his hand on the back of her head, holding her tight. She didn't know if he was moaning from her rimming, or Ms Paris' slurping on his cock, but she didn't care. She was helping, she was serving him. The thought made her tingle, made goosebumps ripple across her flesh. It was like a switch had flicked inside her, it felt like this what she was meant to be doing. All her life she'd wanted purpose and meaning, and maybe this was it? Maybe she'd found it.

Guilt suddenly gnawed at her, a thought that flickered into her mind, unwanted and most unwelcome. She felt more fulfilled and happier serving him than she had at the announcement of the regional fund for women entrepreneurs, her baby. She'd worked so hard on the project, so many sleepless nights, but when it all came to fruition her joy felt... muted. Like she was staring at her own happiness through a window. She knew she should be feeling that way, but it wasn't as vibrant, as intense as one would expect.

She tried to push the thoughts away. She had a mission, a job to do. She was licking Alex's ass, her master's ass. She wanted to do a good job. Maybe this really was all she was good for, serving a man's sexual desires. Maybe it was destiny.

She kept licking, face buried between his hot cheeks. Tongue warm and wet as it continued to brush his asshole like a painter's strokes on a canvas. His ass smelt fresh and clean, faintly of whatever soap he used in the shower, but frankly she wouldn't have cared if it was a little musky.

Alex kept moaning and groaning, the sound of his pleasure like electricity through her. She liked hearing men be vocal in the bedroom. Too many men tried to be silent and stoic, so to hear a dominant man's ragged breathing as his two slaves pleasured him was fucking hot. This whole thing was fucking hot, and Toni's pussy - His pussy - was dripping, but she didn't touch it. Now she was really a part of the house, she didn't know what would happen if she did. Her sex pulsed, hot and wet, between her legs, aching to be touched.

Alex suddenly pulled her head back and stepped out from between the two women, chuckling. Pre-cum visibly oozed from the tip of his cock. He'd been close to cumming, and Toni felt a beam of pride. They'd been a good team.

"Fuck!" He laughed. "You ladies are too good... but we wouldn't want to end things too early would we?"

"Of course not Sir," Ms Paris purred. "Perhaps we could use these?"

She gestured to the nipple clamps draped around her shoulders. Alex grinned.

"Toni?" he said.

"I..."

"Excellent!" Alex grinned, giving his cock a few strokes. It was wet from Ms Paris' mouth, and glistened in the light. He knelt down in front of her, and began to grope her breasts again.

The younger man's gaze drank her in. She thought of how many times she'd rolled her eyes are interns and college grads hitting on her in the office. They'd always seemed so immature and boyish, more so the older she got. But here was Alex Saint-Clair, 25 years old, taking ownership of her body like it belonged to him.

It did belong to him. She was one of his women, his property. A swirl of emotions danced within her. The taste of submission lingered on her lips, the echo of Alex's words, his ownership, resonating in her mind. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation, a silent prelude to the next act in this intimate play.

Her body was his body. He ran his hands up her thick thighs towards her hips, fingertips brushing, glancing over her skin, sending tingles through her. Her thighs had long been the bane of her existence, but they took on a new light as he touched them.

He slapped her left breast and she gasped, jumping a little. The blow stung, in a good way. A playful swat, more than anything.

Toni found herself pushing her chest out ever so slightly, breasts forward, shoulders back. Offering them to her master.

Alex smiled in a way that made Toni's heart flutter. He grabbed her left breast with his right hand, roughly groping it. Squeezing, kneading, her hard nipple brushing the palm of his hand. The same hard nipples that would soon be clamped.

His left hand did the same dance with her right breast, groping, touching, gripping. He slapped her left, then her right and left again. Hard, solid slaps that were swift and loud. Toni flinched at first, but soon settled in to the rhythm. Slap, slap, slap.

Her breasts may have been no way near as big as Ms Paris's, but they were still a handful in his grip and bounced when he hit them. They were hot, stinging, burning from the harsh impacts, skin throbbing, as pink as her cheeks. Slap, slap, slap.

She wanted him to pinch her nipples, twist them until she gasped. She knew he loved breast play, Ms Paris's huge tits were evidence alone, and she wanted to love it too. She wanted to experience everything he liked. Slap, slap, slap. She wanted the clamps.

"Please," she moaned. "My breasts are yours..."

"I know," he said, reaching over and picking up the nipple clamps that he'd placed around Ms Paris' neck earlier. A wicked grin spread over the older woman's lips as she realised what he had planned.

Toni shivered. She'd used nipple clamps on herself, but seeing the nasty metal implements in her master's hand, knowing he was going to use them on her, was thrilling.

He knelt down in front of her, using one hand to pinch her nipples, rolling the bud between thumb and forefinger. Toni gasped, her nipples were already rock hard, his touch was electrifying. Then he leant down and took her left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it. Toni let out a moan and glanced over at Ms Paris, who was smiling at her. Toni blushed, then felt frustrated she was blushing. She'd been naked for a few hours now, she'd sucked cock with this woman, why did she still get embarrassed? So cooed softly as Alex continued to suck on her nipple, before moving to the right one. His tongue flickered against the bud.

"Oh my god," she moaned. She took a deep breath, digging her fingernails into her elbows behind her, staring straight ahead. Alex was good at this, his lips were soft, his tongue warm and wet, Toni's toes curled as he sucked.

Then he bit down. Not too hard, gently, but just hard enough so she felt how sharp his teeth were. Toni squeaked in surprise, and almost pushed him off -- but she stopped herself and just held a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. Alex sat back, watching her with a mischievous grin. Toni felt herself blushing even more, self-conscious about the squeak. What kind of noise was that? That wasn't sexy. She never made noises like that, or did she?

"Are you okay?" Alex said. He seemed sincere, which only made Toni's embarrassment worse. She didn't need to be coddled, treated like some meek, fearful submissive. She wanted this. She re-crossed her arms behind her back and stared back at her master.

"I'm fine Sir," she said, biting her lip. She felt more submissive than ever. She wanted to show him how much she wanted him. "Are you going to clamp me or what?"

She probably shouldn't have talked back like that, but she hoped it was what Alex wanted. He didn't want some meek bitch, he'd selected her in part due to her personality, so she was going to give him some personality. Besides, she was sure he'd enjoy breaking a mouthy slut. Judging by his smile, the sparkle in his eyes, she was very much correct.

"Do you remember your safe words?" Alex said softly. Toni nodded. "I need to hear it," he said, more firmly.

"Yes I know them, Sir." Toni said, staring at a point in the carpet, steeling herself for what was to come. "I'm ready."

"Look at me, Toni," Alex said. She looked at him and cleared her throat. Her voice, clear and unwavering, or as unwavering as she could manage, echoed a fundamental principle.

"Sir, safe words are paramount," she said. She knew the foundation of trust and communication that underscored their relationship. "I know them."

"Good girl," Alex said. He gave her left nipple one last pinch, pulling it out and positioning the clamp just behind. She took a deep breath, grunting in pain when he released and it bit down into her flesh, the rubber tips squeezing tight. Toni felt a thrill, she wanted to feel his control in her nipples.

He did the same with her right nipple. When both clamps were on, Alex gently pulled the chain hanging between them down, testing the clamps had a good grip. Satisfied, he twirled the chain around his fist.

"Ready?" he said. Toni pursed her lips. Was he serious? She just told him.

"Yes Sir, I'm re-" she said, gasping when he yanked on the chain. Searing pain filled her breasts. She heard Ms Paris giggle behind her. The clamps bit hard as he pulled, and Toni squealed, her eyes shut tight. She felt the pressure go, as Alex relented and took a deep breath. The respite was only a moment before Alex pulled on the clamps again. The thing about clover clamps is they got tighter the harder one pulled. Toni squirmed, squealing when he pulled again, harder this time, and for longer.

Another pause, then another tug. This time, after yelping, Toni grit her teeth and kept her mouth shut, but she shouldn't help her widening eyes. She found a spot of the wall and focussed all attention on it, trying to take her mind off the way the clamps were squeezing tighter and tighter the more Alex pulled on them. Her nipples really fucking hurt, she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Another tug lifted her out of her kneeling position, hoisting her into the air by her nipples. Toni squealed again, briefly panicking, before falling back onto her ass. Her legs were splayed out in front of her, instead of the neat kneel she'd been in a moment before. She breathed heavily.

Alex, his voice a gentle command, checked in as he released the pressure on the clamps.

"Are you still comfortable, Toni?" he said. Toni bit her lip, nodded. He stroked her hair, her bristling short, shaven hair. Amidst the intensity, Toni reveled in the sensations, a subtle moan escaping her lips, as pleasure intertwined with the sharp edges of pain. As Alex applied pressure, the narrative lingered on the exquisite moments of enjoyment, Toni's reactions mirroring the delicate balance between ecstasy and the sting of pain.

"You're doing so well," he said. "Why don't you have a look?"

Toni looked at her master. He looked so handsome. He was smiling, smiling with his eyes, they crinkled at the edges in that friendly way. She felt a warmth in her chest, like she was melting.

"Look down," he said, slightly firmer. Toni swallowed nervously. She glanced down and immediately flinched; her breasts were being stretched beyond belief. They looked like champagne glasses, her poor areola's the stem being stretched longer and longer. The pain was like nothing else; it was hard, sharp and it made her gasp and tears pool in the corners of her eyes. She could have said her safe word, she could have made it all end, made the pain go away. But... she didn't want to. As much it hurt, she was enjoying it. Her clit was throbbing, she could feel it swelling by the second. She was soaking wet. She felt hot all over, flushes of pure lust that clouded her mind.

Toni's lip quivered. She was blinking through tears now. Alex was watching her carefully; noting every tiny reaction. He was as hard as she was wet; his cock bulging, throbbing. She wanted him. She wanted every inch. Unspoken desires lingered, each passing moment building towards an inevitable climax. Toni, caught between the pleasure and pain, couldn't help but wonder how much more intensity she could take. She felt sweat sticky on her body.

Alex clicked his fingers again and Toni heard movement behind her. Ms Paris was crawling on her hands and knees, she sidling up beside Toni. She went around Alex's legs and came back between them, and between Toni's as well.

Ms Paris looked at her, faced framed by the clamps' chain held in Alex's hand, big blue eyes shining with delight. The older submissive ran her hands up Toni's thighs and she shivered. She leaned in and kissed Toni's clit. For the second time that day, Toni felt Ms Paris's soft, experienced lips envelope her sensitive sex.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god," Toni moaned, her breathing getting faster as Ms Paris' tongue darted out. She almost forgot the pain in her nipples with the sudden flood of pleasure as Ms Paris licked her pussy. Her back arched and she flung her head back. The older woman gripped Toni's hips tightly, she wasn't going anywhere.