People tend to be startled when I tell them I have two women in my life. That’s funny enough, but you can imagine their reaction when I tell them that both are professional dominants. You probably won’t be surprised to learn I don’t talk about my home life very much anymore.

Lila and I had been together for about three years when we met Meredith at a club downtown that did an S&M night every two weeks. By that point, Lila had decided she was ready to make the move from lifestyle enthusiast to full-blown professional dominatrix.

My girl had really blossomed in her new vocation, to the point where the club had given her special VIP status. The dungeon she established in a rented downtown loft had done so well that she hired a younger mistress to do sessions with her. They were already talking about opening a second location. Lila was really making a splash in the local scene, and I was quite proud of her.

Lila is a petite blonde with green eyes and a fondness for black latex and super-high heels. I’m a good foot taller than she is, so together we were quite a sight when we walked into the club all those months ago. I was naked except for a dog collar and a kind of loincloth, and Lila was resplendent in her usual regalia. She strutted along at my side carrying a riding crop and occasionally giving me a crack or two on the ass. It was an exciting experience for me, getting those love-pats that reminded me — and the crowd — that I belonged utterly to my mistress.

On the whole, though, I have to say things were sort of dead at the club. People milled around the dance floor, which that night was being used for demonstrations of various types of bondage and rope play. Throbbing techno music filled the air, so there wasn’t much chatter to be heard. A table had been laid out with various implements ready for use, and the club’s management had set up a large, impressive-looking X-frame. A couple of people were waltzing around looking curiously at the items, but nobody seemed overly interested or enthusiastic. It may sound strange that an S&M event could be dull, but it’s actually more common than you’d think.

Without warning, Meredith bounded out of the crowd and headed straight for us. It’s funny looking back at that night, knowing how close the three of us were destined to become. I didn’t know this woman — at that point I didn’t even know her name. All I knew was that she was sexy and outrageous, and a real breath of life on that staid evening.

In terms of her height and build, she was comparable to Lila, and her gleaming black PVC outfit gave her a look which was similar to my gal. Beyond that, though, the two were as different as night and day. Meredith’s hair was short, black and curly, and her eyes were a sharp blue. There was something mischievous and sexy about her smile, which turned on me. I couldn’t help but blush, something she and Lila both seemed to notice.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Meredith said, licking her lips in what appeared to be a display of pure lust. “He’s cute. How about you let me borrow him, honey?”

This last remark was pretty obviously aimed at Lila, who smiled as though the two had known each other for ages.

“Sure, baby,” Lila replied. “You think you can handle him?”

“Just watch me,” Meredith said. Next, my temporary domme took my hand and led me — none too gently — over to the X-frame. I gave Lila a languishing look, mostly for the benefit of the crowd that was gathering around the demo area. Meredith paid them no attention. She was utterly focused on tying me to the frame. Soon, I was completely helpless. It was a feeling I knew well and absolutely loved — especially when the person imprisoning me was a beautiful woman.

Meredith helped herself to a flogger from the table. Kicking off her stilettos, she began dancing barefoot around me, making various slinky moves with the flogger. Suddenly, the leather tails slashed downward, striking against my back. It didn’t actually hurt. But the whip made a fine, dramatic sound, and some of the girls in the crowd gasped. When I groaned, Meredith chuckled evilly and asked, “Do you like that, slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled.

“Who’s your mistress?”

I hesitated and got another crack of the flogger for my pains.

“I said: Who’s your mistress, slave? Answer me!”

I was unsure of how to proceed. Meredith clearly wanted me to call her my mistress, but that wasn’t really true. Lila was my mistress, and she was standing only a few feet away.

Fortunately, my bossy lady came to my rescue.

“I’m his mistress,” Lila said loudly. She sounded amused rather than angry, but a certain tension was evident in the crowd. They eyed us carefully as if wondering what would happen. I guessed they were anticipating a down-and-dirty catfight between the two dommes.

“Isn’t that right, slave?” Lila purred, sliding her riding crop down my leg. “Tell this nice lady who your mistress really is.” With that, she gave my loincloth a brisk slap with her crop, hard enough to make my balls throb. I gasped, rising up on my toes.

“You are, Mistress Lila,” I said.

When a lady slaps your nuts, you say what she wants you to say. But that didn’t finish the game, not by a long shot.

“What’s that?” Meredith cried out. She stepped right up to me and huffed, “I don’t think I heard you right, just now. Do you mean you’re her slave?”

Meredith’s icy cold fingers crept over my chest, seeking out my nipples. I felt my nips stiffening as a chill shot through me. Then I groaned helplessly as Meredith delivered two old-fashioned titty-twists. It was deliciously painful, and my cock was rapidly rising beneath its skimpy covering.

“Did you just pinch my slave’s tits?” Lila inquired coolly.

“Actually, what I just did was pinch my slave’s tits,” Meredith said, before leaning over and dragging her rough tongue over one of my nipples. The sensation shocked me; it was sexy rather than painful, and I pulled on my bonds, moaning with longing.

“Oh, you like that?” Meredith teased, cupping my cheek. Her hand smelled of a spicy perfume, and I heard myself purring. I couldn’t help it. I’ve always been a sucker for a chick who smells nice.

“I think he’ll like this better,” Lila said, reaching under the back of my loincloth. I felt her fingers playing with my ass — first my cheeks, then the puckered place between them. It made me nervous. I wondered if Lila was going to press a couple of fingers into my ass. I loved anal play with my mistress, but it was also kind of embarrassing for it to be done in front of a crowd — deliciously embarrassing, I should say. I heard chuckling from some clubgoers and whispered questions asking if she was really doing what it looked like she was doing.

Sure enough, I felt Lila’s digits gradually insinuating themselves into my backdoor. She must have snuck in some lube because they glided in so smoothly.

“What a dirty boy you have?” Meredith crooned. “What a dirty, dirty boy.”

She reached for me as well, only she went for the front and slipped her hand under the dangling loincloth to hunt for my cock. She had no trouble finding it. Between the exhibitionistic paces the girls were putting me through — and the tactile stimuli I was receiving — my dick was as hard as hell. I bit my lip as Meredith’s chilly fingers curled round my rod and squeezed it.

“Ooh,” she said, literally grinning from ear to ear. She didn’t say anything about the size of my dick or what she’d like to do with it. She didn’t have to say a word.

By now, both of my mistresses appeared to be getting seriously turned on, even more so than myself. Meredith’s hand pumped my dick with exquisite slowness, while Lila’s fingers moved in and out of my ass, making soft squelching noises I found deliciously erotic. The women moved closer to each other, and to the delight of most in the crowd, their lips met in a wet kiss.

God, I would have loved to join their makeout session! Even so, for me there was something unspeakably delicious in watching these two gals — one of whom I loved, and one of whom I could have been persuaded to love very easily — nomming on each other while I was helplessly bound to the X-frame.

When Lila and Meredith finally parted, they stood smiling at each other for a while. Then, hand in hand, they padded off in the direction of the ladies’ room. I was left bound amid the crowd. A few of the females gave me long, speculative looks that made me nervous, helpless as I was. A younger woman with a devilish look in her eyes asked me if I was ticklish. I managed to get away with mumbling a denial, and she was too polite to manhandle another domme’s slave without explicit permission.

Eventually, Lila and Meredith returned. They untied me in a very businesslike manner that made it clear the show was over. Then Lila took my hand and told me, “We’ve come to an agreement. We both like you, and we both like each other. So, Mistress Meredith gets you Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and every other Saturday. I get you Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and the rest of the Saturdays. Today’s Friday, so she has you tonight. Go home with her and be good for her — or else.”

That was it, pretty much. Meredith brought me home for all sorts of wicked torments — and wicked pleasures. That night, I came harder than I had in ages as she rode my rod like a wild woman.

Now, I belong to two dommes, who are both well-known in the scene, highly successful and lusciously cruel to yours truly. That means I get twice the shoes to polish, twice the pussy to eat — and twice the floggings, spankings and ticklings. It can be tiring, but I don’t think you’ll be surprised to hear I wouldn’t have it any other way!