The Weekend Ch. 01 - Friday

"Good. I am so looking forward to hurting you. You have no idea."

She paused.

"Before we go to the playroom I'm going to test your edge training. Your last orgasm was last weekend?"

"Yes, Sunday."

"And you've been edging twice a day since then, as ordered?"

"Yes, until now".

"So you need to edge this evening to keep up your schedule. I'll supervise you this time".

She stood up and picked up the empty plate and glass.

"I'll be two minutes, then we'll start. Leave your cock alone until I get back."

Star stepped towards the door, her divine arse teasing him again as she left.

He sat and replayed the events of the last hour in his head. He already felt dangerously out of his depth. He was about to be tested to the limit and it was still only Friday evening. A chill ran through his bowels.

Two minutes later he looked up to see a naked Star enter the room. She was even sexier and more intimidating nude than clothed. Her breasts were perfect. Around each nipple the outline of a star had been tattooed. Her slender thighs didn't touch until they met at her shaved crotch. Her body shimmered. She was a living, breathing Peter Hegre model.

In one hand she carried a floor cushion, in the other a tube of lube and a large realistically detailed penis dildo. She waved it at him.

"This is Pongo. He sleeps with me. He is my best friend."

She set the cushion down opposite and put Pongo on top. She stepped towards him, still holding the lube.

"I want you to look at me. I'm going to test you but you know you're not to come. Sit back and put the pillow against the wall. You can lean on it. Lie half on your back and spread your legs. I want to see your arse and tail pointing at me."

He arranged himself as instructed.

Star knelt between his thighs, grasped his cock between her thumb and forefinger, opened her mouth, licked the glans and closed her lips around it. She looked up with an expression of complete control. He was powerless. A few bobbing head motions firmed him up completely. She was the most delicious prick-tease.

She disengaged and leant back on her heels.

"That was just to get you started. She flipped open the lube and squeezed a generous dollop on his penis head.

"Now you are ready to stroke."

She picked up Pongo, sat down on the cushion, spread her legs wide and wrapped her mouth around this second larger penis, then took it out and followed up by squeezing larger dollop of lube onto it. She smeared it around the shaft lasciviously. Pongo was now glistening and ready. She set down the lube and spread her cunt lips apart with two fingers of her left hand.

"You are going to mirror my movements. You will stroke in time with me. I will come but you will not. OK?"

Pongo's head was now sliding along her glistening cunt lips. She was teasing herself gently before inserting and thrusting. She held her vaginal opening just so and the head slipped inside her, swiftly followed by the whole dildo. She let out a sigh.

"Now wank and keep up."

The vision in in front of him was electrifying. A woman of striking looks was fucking herself right before his eyes. There could be no more arousing sight. His cock had never been harder.

The lube she had applied made his penis slippery and too sensual. This was going to be tough. His left hand cradled and stroked his balls. Star had settled into a steady rhythm as Pongo did his stuff. Her left hand grasped a nipple and squeezed, then moved down to encircle her clit.

She glanced across at him. "Keep up. I'm not going to take long."

Star was speeding up. His own right hand maintained the same pace and the weight of five days without a climax began to take its toll. His mind was screaming 'no' even as his cock was saying 'yes'. The stimulation was tearing his nerves to shreds. Star was making noises now.

"Yes, yes, owww, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Pongo was brutally assaulting her and she was loving it as she speeded up her thrusts.

He was struggling to keep up with her while fighting not to come.

Star reached her climax. She was writhing, she was noisy and she just kept on going. He kept stroking as ordered but the vision in front of him had become too much.

His cock exploded and strings of semen shot from the tip and landed on his stomach and chest. He watched aghast, almost detached from the actions of his body.

Meanwhile Star was coming down from her own orgasmic high. She withdrew her best friend and set him beside her. She looked up at the semen smeared body before her and grinned.

"God, you are so screwed! That was probably the most dangerous orgasm you ever had. I don't know what Mistress is going to do to you now but I want to be there when it happens."

"You know what you have to do now?"

"Yes Mistress Star. I must eat it."

He began to lick semen from his fingers.

Star stood up. "Wait a sec. I have an idea."

In seconds she was gone and was soon back with a spoon.

"Here, take this."

He took it and attempted to collect what he could from his stomach and chest and proceeded to lick and swallow it. Star stood over him, looking down with undisguised amusement. She absentmindedly wiped herself with a tissue.

"Get up, turn around and bend over. The tail will go for now. I'll take it out. We're going to have to shower before I finally have my way with you. I hope you're not going to disappoint me a second time."

Thirty minutes can go quickly. Star had jumped in the shower with him and took every opportunity to tease him further as she lathered and fondled his vulnerable body. Now they were both dry and ready.

She reattached his collar. He was about to experience the playroom.

"OK," said Star. "This is going to be hard. As soon as we're in the room, you call me Mistress Star, that is when you're not gagged."

"Get ready for my alter ego."

She opened the playroom door and pushed him inside. The room was dark. Star turned on the lights. Heavy drapes shielded the windows and discreet uplighters cast a subdued glow on the ceiling. One wall was adorned with shelves and hooks. Floggers, paddles, canes, switches and all manner of dildos and sex toys were arrayed there. A St Andrews cross was set against the opposite wall and in the middle of the room there was a padded spanking horse with side rails. The fourth wall was covered by a large mirror.

"Are you ready for this?"

"Yes Mistress Star."

"Right, let's get you immobilised then. I'm going to tie you to the horse. This really gets my juices flowing. There's nothing like a naked restrained submissive to bring out the worst in a girl. Stand still while I get you ready."

"Hold out your arms."

He put his arms before him and Star fitted wrist cuffs. She knelt down and cuffed his ankles to match.

"Kneel on these side rails and I will restrain you."

She soon had his hands, feet and thighs strapped to the horse. His chest rested on the padded surface. She went to the front, looked down at him and kissed his forehead.

"You're all set. Now I will tool up."

Star was gearing up for serious domination. She hummed quietly to herself as she selected her favourite whip flogger and switch and slipped into her harness. The one she preferred had a battery powered clit stimulator and an internal dildo. She had first lubed up the dildo and slipped it in to herself, enjoying the fullness once again. The base would accept her choice of plastic cock. The one she had chosen was on a shelf within easy reach.

She began with the flogger. She moved around him, stroking, striking and teasing with varying strokes. She warmed him up but he knew this was just the start.

Gradually his thighs, buttocks and back acquired a pleasing red hue. She paused and stroked his arse. He was in the zone.

She picked up some lube and squeezed and smeared it around his anus. "Always use plenty of lube," was her motto.

Now to go up a gear. She set the flogger aside and picked up the stingy switch.

"I'm going to apply thirty strokes to each buttock. This is going to be more painful." she said.

"I want you to say 'One stroke, thank you Mistress', each time - and so on. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress Star", came the subdued reply.

She began gently with one stroke and waited for his response.

"One stroke. Thank you Mistress."

The intensity gradually increased. At thirty she was becoming uninhibited and she was aroused.

"Thirty strokes. Thank you Mistress."

His voice was becoming strained.

"Now for the second thirty."

She began again. It was exhilarating. By twenty-five he was struggling, but determined to see it through.

"Thirty strokes. Thank you Mistress," he screamed.

She set down the switch and embraced him.

"You are nearly there. I am going to fuck you now."

She turned on the clit stimulator. Its pleasing buzz supplemented her feeling of superiority. Her internal dildo was comforting, keeping her open and filled. She picked up her chosen cock and fixed it to the base. It stood proud and ready, she was Priapus, primed for action. Now she held a short whip in her right hand.

His anus was lubed again and her cock was lubed. Its diameter matched the plug and tail he had worn earlier. It would slide in unhindered. He knew he could take what she gave him. She held her cock in one hand and pressed its tip against him.

She moved her hips and the full length slowly eased its way home. He moaned in acceptance. She tapped his back with the whip. The clit stimulator was already working its magic. She was beginning her ascent to a memorable climax.

The next five minutes were epic. The clit stimulator was on overdrive. Her thrusts became wild and uncontrolled. His back acquired new stripes as the whip came down repeatedly. He was groaning and moaning as the cock slipped in and out and the whip hit him. Star was screaming now, her orgasm ripping through her like a fit. She kept on coming, then slowed and paused, before renewing her aggression. With every strike she brought herself closer to a new climax, bigger and harder than before. His descent into fiery torment raised her higher. She needed his pain to feel fulfilled herself.

She no longer knew who she was, where she was or what she was doing. She was coming and she was striking him and it was fantastic. It was as if she was at one with the Universe; as if she was the Universe. Time stood still until she screamed a final scream and collapsed on top of his painful, wounded back and fumbled to turn off the stimulator.

He had given his all and more. He was barely conscious. His brain felt as if it had been fried. His back was screaming, yet he felt a calm and a submission like nothing he had experienced before. At that moment, he loved Mistress Sky with his whole being. She had taken him and used him and destroyed him. It was as it should be.

Then there was peace. Star looked up to see Mistress's face next to hers. She turned towards her and they exchanged a deep sensuous kiss.

"How was he?" said Mistress.

"I don't know. I think I lost it. Is he OK?" said Star.

She climbed off his back and her cock slipped out of him. She detached it and set it down.

He was spent and floating, if such a state is possible. They unfastened the restraints and half carried him to his mattress where they laid him face down.

Mistress went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water, a bowl of water, cotton wool and liniment. She bathed and soothed his back while Star stroked his hair and nuzzled his cheek.

He had passed his first test. It was going to be OK.

"You can rest now," said Mistress. "That is the end of today's activity for you. Star will be with me tonight. You can listen while I fuck her if you are awake."

"Tomorrow we have new challenges for you, but we will not make an early start. Sleep well. See you in the morning."

Mistress and Star slipped out of the room arm in arm. Now they were going to please each other. It was going to be a long night.