Mistress Pearl

"I'm a bit sweaty from all my efforts to please you, slave. Lick it, and remember the taste!"

I slavishly licked mistress' armpit. I tasted the saltiness of her sweat mixed with her body odour and the texture of slight stubble. Something was being applied to my cock. It involved wires. Meanwhile mistress Valkyrie had jumped up onto the table and was presenting her right foot to me. I took her toes into my mouth. Thankfully they didn't taste too bad. The smell of old leather was obvious. I assume she had been wearing stockings rather than socks. I was pleasantly surprised to look up and see that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"If you want some of this," pointing to her pussy, "you'll have to worship this as well," indicating her arse.

She removed her toes from my mouth and lowered her pussy to my face.

"Make it good slave."

I began to lick, suck and blow and as I did I felt waves of intense tingling in the shaft of my cock. A TENS machine I figured. The sensation was quite pleasant and I moaned slightly.

"I think he liked that mistress, and it made him give me a nice hum," suggested Mistress Valkyrie.

"Good mistress, this should be even better then."

This time the intensity was much more severe. I groaned more than moaned. Mistress Valkyrie laughed and ground her vulva onto my face. The TENS was administered in waves, a rhythm of up and down, cycling every few seconds. Mistress Valkyrie lifted herself off me, turned herself around, spread her cheeks and placed her arsehole directly onto my mouth. It was obvious what was expected. I wordlessly obeyed. I struggled constantly to get a breath as she enclosed me with her buttocks.

"Deeper slave!"

She spread her cheeks further and as my tongue probed her anus, she started bobbing up and down. Holding on by my nipples to steady herself allowed her to inflict more pain in an as yet untraumatised area. The waves of stimulation to my cock continued.

"Your turn to make our cock dance Mistress Valkyrie."

"One last gift for slave, mistress. Open up."

I opened my mouth, predicting what was about to happen. Small jets of mistress' piss shot into my mouth.

She got up and I was quickly presented with Mistress Pearl's nipple. This was distinctly different from mistress Valkyrie's, being smaller and firmer. Little did I know that recognising that difference was going to be important later.

Mistress repeated the steps that mistress Valkyrie had gone through, armpits, toes, pussy and arse. At the end she also released a trickle of urine. Meanwhile mistress Valkyrie had her own style with the TENS machine. She would also combine it with brutally squeezing my balls and asking mistress "How's that?" as she squeezed and I responded with groans and moans muffled by Mistress Pearl's vulva.

Eventually they stopped. "Get the blindfold mistress, I'll disconnect him."

The blindfold was applied, and checked to see that I couldn't see out the sides or through the bottom.

"Ok, let's see how much slave has learned. Which implement would you like to use mistress?" enquired Mistress Pearl.

"I'm spoilt for choice mistress!"

"Well, try a few and see what you prefer. You don't mind, do you slave."

A statement, not a question!

Again I heard a few "swoosh's" through the air then suddenly I felt the unmistakable sting of a thin cane on the shaft of my cock.

"Hmm. I'm not sure."

Whack, another blow.

"No I don't think so."

Next I could hear something with a much broader sound then searing pain not only on my shaft but also on my balls (still tied and probably purple by now) and on the very tip of my glans. Obviously it was a flogger of some sort.

A gleeful, "Perfect," followed.

"And what about you mistress, what will you choose?"

"Ah. I have this, my favourite."

I felt something hit the skin on my groin. That was instantly followed by an intense burning on my cock, as though it had been touched with a red-hot poker.

Some whip, possibly rubber I thought.

Both mistresses laughed as I cried out and spasmed within my restraints.

"You didn't seem to like that slave. Now listen carefully."

I tried to control my feverish breathing so as I could hear the instructions.

"We're now going to see just how good you senses of smell and taste really are. You'll be presented with a treat from one of your mistresses. If you correctly guess who it is then you'll be rewarded. If you get it wrong, well, I think you know what will happen then. Let's get started."

I was still smarting from the last blow but cleared my mind in order to concentrate and hopefully avoid further torture.

I felt someone climb onto the table and lower herself down onto my face. It was a pussy. I was excited. Not only did I recognise the taste and smell but also the shape and size of the labia. I'll get this one right!

She rose from me.

"Mistress Pearl!" I blurted out as soon as my mouth was in the clear.

I was hit hard by the flogger. One of the straps caught the corona of the head of my penis. I was sure I had been right. I was filled with uncertainty.

"Speak only when spoken to, slave! How many times have I had to tell you that in the past."

I stayed quiet, not sure whether I should respond or not. It wasn't a question. Or was it? The uncertainty made me tense in anticipation of another blow.

It didn't come.

"So who's pussy was that?' asked my mistress.

"It was yours Mistress Pearl."

Whack.

I was hit again by my Mistress' whip.

But why I thought! Surely I was correct. The answer was simple and explained by Mistress.

"Very good slave. So every time you get a correct answer you'll only be hit once, by that mistress' device. Otherwise how could you possibly have affirmation that you were correct? We often can't be bothered telling you and this way is so much more fun! Now, from now on give your answer when we poke you in your ribs."

"Tongue out slave!"

I lay there with my tongue pointing up, parrot-like as one of the mistresses climbed onto the table. She lowered her arse onto me. As she was doing so I tried to smell her aroma but her arse was quickly upon me. I searched with my tongue, trying to recognise the feel, the taste even the pressure of the thighs against my head. I felt a poke in my ribs. I really didn't know whose arse I was licking but guessed that they would have swapped. Then again that would be too simple. Without clear thought I blurted out, "Mistress Pearl."

There was a pause followed by three blows from the flogger, vertically down my body. My screams were muffled by the fact that she had sat back down on my face, smothering me.

Next I was confronted with an armpit. I put out my tongue knowing the texture would be a big clue. I was denied. I could use smell only. This was relatively easy. "Mistress Pearl," I responded to my poke in the ribs.

I braced and was pleased when I only received a single blow.

"The next question has two parts. Who and Where. You need to get both right to avoid extra punishment."

I felt a finger part my lips. There was a musky smell. But who was it? I partially guessed and braced myself.

"Mistress' Valkyrie, arse."

I waited. One blow with the flogger followed. That meant it was Mistress Valkyrie. I relaxed. Whack! A second blow. I was confused. If I was wrong it should have been the whip.

"Very good, slave. Correct, on both counts," came Mistress Valkyrie's reply.

"One last test, slave. An easy one." I wasn't particularly reassured by my mistress' assessment.

I felt a syringe at my lips. I parted them, understanding what was coming. A thankfully small volume of urine began trickling into my mouth.

"Savour it slave."

That was Mistress Pearl, close by, but that was no guarantee that it was her piss. I had no option but to swallow before I could answer the poke in my ribs.

This was slightly salty, not as strong as Mistress Valkyrie's had been but stronger than Mistress Pearl's. Then again it could easily have changed. I hadn't answered and I felt the whip rest against my cock along with the flogger brushing my balls, requesting an answer.

"Mistress Pearl," I answered, reasoning that without much to drink during the session urine would become stronger rather than dilute.

Both devices lifted but the flogger came down. One, two, three. A slight pause and I received another poke in the ribs.

"Mistress Valkyrie," I sighed and braced, for one more flogging.

One, two, three blows with the whip.

This made no sense.

I was panicking now as I received another poke.

"Think, slave!"

Then it dawned on me.

"Mistress Valkyrie AND Mistress Pearl."

It was a mixture.

"Very good, slave."

I braced and received a congratulatory blow from each of the mistresses.

To be continued...