Velvet's Story, Part 4: Absolute Submission and a New Personality
Madam now addressed the tawse to Kitten's unprotected buttocks, flanks and groin and decreed that he should be shackled to the rack, with Vixen, in his dishabille. Like her with a butt plug but with the shaft of his cock encased in a tight meal clamp, leaving the testicles and the helmet exposed.
Now it was my turn. Madam decreed that we, she and I, should participate in a bout of 'ultimate surrender' – a wrestling match the victor being the one who managed to remove the other's bra' and panties first. So saying, Madam removed the slim fitting, full length, high necked sleeveless dinner dress she was wearing to reveal her underwear – a plain black close fitting satin bra' and lace trimmed black satin French knickers, over self supporting, lacy black nylon stockings.
My own dress removed uncovered my white frilly panties, with matching bra' and suspender-belt and white nylon stockings. From the first, I realised Madam was playing with me. I ripped her knickers off quickly and easily – too easily, I immediately recognized, probably having been weakened at the side seams to allow for effortless tearing.
Madam, still in absolute control, writhed her body under mine stretching her legs apart in a variety of attitudes that enabled her to keep her neatly trimmed raven bush and puffy labia on almost constant display to the excited onlookers. She removed my bra' efficiently and quickly, only moments after losing her knickers, then continued to play with me as.
Try as I might I couldn't remove her bra'. No wonder, it was of the athletic type devoid of either back or front fastener, and fitted tight to her pert, trim breasts. Eventually, inevitably, Madam ripped my panties off and I had lost. As the loser I had to service Madam with my lips, teeth and tongue, and submit to being publicly penetrated by Madam, using a large black leather strap-on dildo.
Then, in the company of Flo and the now released Kitten and Vixen, still all four clad only in the clothes we had been allowed to retain, and they with their plugs and sheath still in place, we had to serve additional refreshment to our Mistresses guests before they departed.
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During the early hours of the following morning Flo and I were summoned to the computer room in the attic. There we found Mistress dressed in the lacy, satin corselet, panties, bra', stockings and court shoes that she had worn during our early internet exchanges, before I'd been subsumed into her household. Spread on a side table were the similar costumes that Flo and I had worn, Mistresses in shades of blue, Flo's green and mine yellow. Only this time panties and bra' were provided for the two of us [previously we two had had our breasts and quims fully exposed] and there were three matching close fitting satin mask/hoods that, when in position, encased our heads leaving only our eyes, mouths and chins visible.
Mistress had decided that it was time to trawl the internet again and endeavour to ensnare another submissive. She told us that, for this exercise she would take the name Miss Sapphire, Flo would be Miss Emerald and I would become Miss Topaz. Mistress reopened her old site; again, with an invitation for 'a co-operative submissive, willing to submit her or himself to the directions of a trio of Mistresses' to make immediate contact.
It wasn't until nearly an hour after Mistress first 'logged on' that a tentative reply appeared on the screen asking 'what exactly would be involved.' Mistress's reply went out as before, 'for adventures and experiences of a sexual nature.'
Eventually, after a further period, the follow up appeared on the screen.
'I'd like to explore this further. J.'
'Okay, we might be willing; but who are we talking to? If you have a webcam plug it in and let's have a look at you,' Mistress replied, as she switched on her own camera and allowed our satin hooded and clad images to fill the screen.
Eventually, after a further interval, the image of a slight young man – about the same build as Mistress filled the screen.
Mistress suddenly handed the mouse to me and indicated that I should take over the consul.
Remembering my own initiation I typed in the next instruction, 'if you are serious, remove your clothes, carefully."
We all three watched as, with some further hesitation, the young man on the screen began to undress, removing his clothes and placing them neatly folded on a chair to the side. Eventually, he stood with downcast face and with his slim delicate hands clasped in front of his masculinity – shielding it from view.
It was time for a reprimand. 'Hands to your sides,' I ordered curtly, 'and turn slowly in front of the camera, so that we can get a good look at you.'
More shamefaced than ever, he complied turning gradually to present a fresh face over a slender, fair-skinned, almost hairless body – with a narrow waist, flat buttocks and long, straight legs ending in slender feet.
My next order came, again remembering my own induction: 'Masturbate for us.' Almost, I expected him to 'log off' but, as if hypnotised, his hands went to his already stiffening and thickening cock, and he began to stroke it – increasing the frequency until, eventually, he erupted in a massive shooting discharge that splashed onto the lens and was consequently visible on the screen.
'Time for introductions,' I typed. 'I am Miss Topaz and my two companions, all of whom you must regard as your mistresses, are Miss Emerald and Miss Sapphire.' With the twin images of Mistress and Kitten in my mind, I gave my final order for that night. 'Tomorrow you will acquire four outfits similar to the ones we're wearing, except that yours will be in shades of pink and crimson, and you will log on again tomorrow morning at exactly 1.15am properly dressed – as we are. You will use the name Garnet.'
Madam now addressed the tawse to Kitten's unprotected buttocks, flanks and groin and decreed that he should be shackled to the rack, with Vixen, in his dishabille. Like her with a butt plug but with the shaft of his cock encased in a tight meal clamp, leaving the testicles and the helmet exposed.
Now it was my turn. Madam decreed that we, she and I, should participate in a bout of 'ultimate surrender' – a wrestling match the victor being the one who managed to remove the other's bra' and panties first. So saying, Madam removed the slim fitting, full length, high necked sleeveless dinner dress she was wearing to reveal her underwear – a plain black close fitting satin bra' and lace trimmed black satin French knickers, over self supporting, lacy black nylon stockings.
My own dress removed uncovered my white frilly panties, with matching bra' and suspender-belt and white nylon stockings. From the first, I realised Madam was playing with me. I ripped her knickers off quickly and easily – too easily, I immediately recognized, probably having been weakened at the side seams to allow for effortless tearing.
Madam, still in absolute control, writhed her body under mine stretching her legs apart in a variety of attitudes that enabled her to keep her neatly trimmed raven bush and puffy labia on almost constant display to the excited onlookers. She removed my bra' efficiently and quickly, only moments after losing her knickers, then continued to play with me as.
Try as I might I couldn't remove her bra'. No wonder, it was of the athletic type devoid of either back or front fastener, and fitted tight to her pert, trim breasts. Eventually, inevitably, Madam ripped my panties off and I had lost. As the loser I had to service Madam with my lips, teeth and tongue, and submit to being publicly penetrated by Madam, using a large black leather strap-on dildo.
Then, in the company of Flo and the now released Kitten and Vixen, still all four clad only in the clothes we had been allowed to retain, and they with their plugs and sheath still in place, we had to serve additional refreshment to our Mistresses guests before they departed.
*********
During the early hours of the following morning Flo and I were summoned to the computer room in the attic. There we found Mistress dressed in the lacy, satin corselet, panties, bra', stockings and court shoes that she had worn during our early internet exchanges, before I'd been subsumed into her household. Spread on a side table were the similar costumes that Flo and I had worn, Mistresses in shades of blue, Flo's green and mine yellow. Only this time panties and bra' were provided for the two of us [previously we two had had our breasts and quims fully exposed] and there were three matching close fitting satin mask/hoods that, when in position, encased our heads leaving only our eyes, mouths and chins visible.
Mistress had decided that it was time to trawl the internet again and endeavour to ensnare another submissive. She told us that, for this exercise she would take the name Miss Sapphire, Flo would be Miss Emerald and I would become Miss Topaz. Mistress reopened her old site; again, with an invitation for 'a co-operative submissive, willing to submit her or himself to the directions of a trio of Mistresses' to make immediate contact.
It wasn't until nearly an hour after Mistress first 'logged on' that a tentative reply appeared on the screen asking 'what exactly would be involved.' Mistress's reply went out as before, 'for adventures and experiences of a sexual nature.'
Eventually, after a further period, the follow up appeared on the screen.
'I'd like to explore this further. J.'
'Okay, we might be willing; but who are we talking to? If you have a webcam plug it in and let's have a look at you,' Mistress replied, as she switched on her own camera and allowed our satin hooded and clad images to fill the screen.
Eventually, after a further interval, the image of a slight young man – about the same build as Mistress filled the screen.
Mistress suddenly handed the mouse to me and indicated that I should take over the consul.
Remembering my own initiation I typed in the next instruction, 'if you are serious, remove your clothes, carefully."
We all three watched as, with some further hesitation, the young man on the screen began to undress, removing his clothes and placing them neatly folded on a chair to the side. Eventually, he stood with downcast face and with his slim delicate hands clasped in front of his masculinity – shielding it from view.
It was time for a reprimand. 'Hands to your sides,' I ordered curtly, 'and turn slowly in front of the camera, so that we can get a good look at you.'
More shamefaced than ever, he complied turning gradually to present a fresh face over a slender, fair-skinned, almost hairless body – with a narrow waist, flat buttocks and long, straight legs ending in slender feet.
My next order came, again remembering my own induction: 'Masturbate for us.' Almost, I expected him to 'log off' but, as if hypnotised, his hands went to his already stiffening and thickening cock, and he began to stroke it – increasing the frequency until, eventually, he erupted in a massive shooting discharge that splashed onto the lens and was consequently visible on the screen.
'Time for introductions,' I typed. 'I am Miss Topaz and my two companions, all of whom you must regard as your mistresses, are Miss Emerald and Miss Sapphire.' With the twin images of Mistress and Kitten in my mind, I gave my final order for that night. 'Tomorrow you will acquire four outfits similar to the ones we're wearing, except that yours will be in shades of pink and crimson, and you will log on again tomorrow morning at exactly 1.15am properly dressed – as we are. You will use the name Garnet.'
