Janice and I had been friends when I lived in New York, and she was now visiting me in Mississippi. Over dinner we had both gotten horny talking about the things we liked — mainly, having a male submit to us. I told her that I was breaking in a new slave, and that as she had turned me on to this game, I wanted to share him with her and at the same time find out the extent of his submissiveness.

Janice’s eyes lit up. “Maggie, that’s a great idea,” she said. “Call him, but don’t tell him I’m here.”

In seconds I was on the phone. When Leonard answered I barked, “Get your ass over here now, and you had better be wearing panties.” I hung up before he had a chance to respond. In the bedroom, with Janice looking on, I attached shackles to the bedposts. Then I set a vibrator and a cock ring on the bedside table, where they were plainly visible. Finally, I laid out one of my old full slips for him: his uniform.

When the doorbell rang, I went to let Leonard in. As soon as I closed the door behind him, I crushed him to me, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, running my hands over his ass and feeling his hard cock pushing against my belly. Then I pushed him away. “I want you to understand one thing, slave,” I hissed. “If you don’t do everything I want tonight, you will never see me again. Do you understand?”

He answered quickly, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, then follow me,” I said as I turned and walked into the living room without looking back. When I sat down beside Janice, Leonard was standing in the doorway, his face red and his mouth open in shock. I simply crooked a finger at him and motioned him over to us. I asked Janice what she thought of my slave.

Smiling wickedly, she said he had a lot of potential. We began discussing Leonard as if he wasn’t there, glancing at his crotch from time to time to see the bulge still there. Finally I ordered him to strip. Leonard’s face reddened again but he didn’t hesitate, first removing his shoes and socks, then his shirt, and finally, averting his eyes, he undid his belt, pulled the zipper down and stepped out of his pants. His throbbing cock was clearly visible through the sheer black panties I had made him wear. He stood there quietly, his head bowed obsequiously.

“All right, slave,” I snapped. “Jerk off for the ladies.”

We watched as he began to stroke his cock through his panties. After just a few strokes, he began to moan and we could see a small wet spot forming at the head of his pulsing cock.

“That’s enough,” Janice barked. “On your knees.” He obeyed her as quickly as he had me, falling to his knees in front of her. “Clean my feet with your tongue,” she ordered.

Leonard clasped one foot in his hands and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking her toes through the open-toed spikes she was wearing, never once taking his eyes off her crotch. Finally she pulled her foot from his mouth, leaned over to jerk his head back by his hair, slapped him and ordered him to his feet.

I reached into the drawer of the end table and pulled out a leather collar. “Take off your panties,” I told him. Leonard stepped out of the panties, his cock bobbing, and bowed his head so I could buckle the collar around his neck.

“Very good,” I said. “Now go into the bedroom, put on what is lying on the bed and return to us.”

As soon as he left the room, Janice leaned over and began caressing my tits. I leaned into her and kissed her soft lips, our tongues beginning to duel immediately. That’s how Leonard found us when he returned to the living room clad in his new slave attire. The lacy hem of the slip caressed his legs as he walked, and his hard cock held the slip away from his crotch, with the telltale wet spot of his arousal showing where the head of his cock rubbed the material. The slave collar accentuated his submissive appearance.

With a throaty chuckle, Janice ordered Leonard to show us his cock. Obediently he grabbed the hem of the slip in both hands and lifted it to his waist. Janice ordered him to turn around and then stood and went to him. She rubbed her hands over his ass and told him how fuckable it looked. Then, suddenly, she brought her hand down hard, spanking him twice. He groaned but never let the slip fall, continuing to hold it above his waist.

Then, telling Leonard not to move, she turned away and began to strip. I undressed too, and we ended up in each other’s arms again. I glanced over Janice’s shoulder to see our slave still standing as he had been told, holding the slip above his waist.

After a while we ordered Leonard into the bedroom, not allowing him to drop his slip as he walked, then forced him to his knees in the middle of the bed, with his face buried in a pillow. I reached under him and began stroking his cock as he moaned his pleasure. “Do you want me to continue this, slave?” I asked him.

“Yes, Mistress, please,” he said pleadingly.

“Then beg us to spank you.”

He paused only briefly before responding, “Please, Mistress — please spank me.”

Janice’s eyes were blazing as she picked up the riding crop, and I lifted the slip over his ass. He yelped as she brought it down across his cheeks again and again, and his cock jerked even harder in my hand. After a while she dropped the whip and said, “Turn him over. Let’s show him what being a slave is all about.”

We turned Leonard onto his back and shackled each arm to a bedpost. I grabbed the cock-ring from the table and snapped it snugly around the base of his cock. Janice, meanwhile, had coated her hands with oil, and now she began to stroke him. Soon she had him moaning and twitching, begging for release.

I asked him if he wanted to come. His pleading intensified. “Yes, Mistress, please, anything — just please let me come.” With that, we each grabbed a leg and pulled it back over his head until his feet were resting on the same headboard his arms were shackled to. Janice got some rope from my nightstand and tied his feet in place. In this position his ass was raised in the air and his cock pointed straight down at his face. Janice picked up the riding crop, and I picked up the vibrator and held it in front of his face.

“Now, slave,” I hissed, “do you want me to fuck your ass with this?” His eyes widened and a groan escaped his lips.

Janice brought the whip down across Leonard’s ass — once, twice, three times. He yelled and his cock twitched, a drop of pre-come dripping down onto his chin. “You have to beg for it,” she snapped.

And he did. “Please, Mistress, please fuck my ass, do anything you want.”

I oiled the vibrator and put the tip at his asshole and turned it on. The effect on him was electrifying. He began to buck and squirm, saying, “Yes, do it, fuck me.” His moaning increased as I began to slide the vibrator into his ass. Janice was pumping his cock with one hand and holding his head in place with the other. “We’re going to reward you, slave,” she said. “We’re going to finally let you come.” With that, she unsnapped his cock-ring.

I began pumping the vibrator in and out of his ass faster, and Janice began pumping his cock faster, and in just seconds it happened. Leonard’s body tensed and a guttural cry came from his throat as spurt after spurt of creamy semen jetted into his open mouth.

When he was through, we didn’t even wait to untie Leonard before falling onto the bed next to him, humping our pussies on each other’s thigh, then finally switching into a sixty-nine position and devouring each other’s pussy, licking and sucking until we exploded simultaneously.

After we had composed ourselves, we freed Leonard from his bondage. We asked my slave if he had enjoyed himself. He assured us he had and said he wanted to be with us again, adding that he would do anything for that gloriously delirious pleasure.