Friday Rituals: Part VI

I parked in front of the red brick row house, and took a deep breath. I couldn’t wait to find out what was next.

I paid two hours again on the meter, and knocked on the door. Lysistrata answered, wearing a floor-length Mandarin robe and black platform heels. With her red hair down, she was hot. The image of ripping open that robe and diving in to eat her delectable pussy filled my head immediately.

“Sarah…you look different. Come in.”

Different? What the hell did that mean?

I stepped in, curious about the comment.

“Payment, please.” I followed her into the narrow office and gave her my bankcard.

Once the receipt was signed, Lysistrata asked me to remain in the office. I stood there, growing apprehensive, as she walked out. I could hear the click-clunk of her platform heels down the hallway. I assumed parade rest.

Two sets of footsteps were returning. Lady Madonna entered, took one look at my face, and grinned, most evilly if you ask me.

“So, my little cat, what mouse did you eat?”

Lysistrata stood nearby, also in the position of parade rest, not looking at me.

“Wh-what d-do you mean, Lady Madonna?” I stammered. Damn the stammering.

“First, you have not earned the right to wear red. Red is a color of dominance. You are not dominant over anything in my domain. Not even Lysistrata. You pay me to be the lowest of the low.”

I couldn’t believe I was being admonished for a color. “Yes, Lady Madonna.”

“There will be consequences for wearing red today.”

“Yes, Lady Madonna.”

“Second, what did you do that put that shit-eating grin on your face?”

“L-lady M-ma-madonna, I have no panties and I teased the employee at my nail salon.”

Lady Madonna burst out laughing. “So you want to be a cocktease? Well, my little cat, I will teach you about cockteasing.”

She ordered Lysistrata, “Prepare her and yourself for the strap-on upstairs. Five minutes, or both of you will receive punishment.”

She turned and left, footsteps heading upstairs. My heart was pounding.

Lysistrata called me. “Quickly. In the changing room. No time.”
We went to the changing room, and Lysistrata deftly took me out of my red dress. When she saw my shaven pussy, she licked her lips, perhaps subconsciously.
“Leave your heels on.”

Lysistrata took off her Mandarin robe, and revealed that she too was utterly naked underneath. She had a red patch of pubic hair the size of a guitar pick. Her nipples were amber colored, and my nipple fetish made my head dizzy as I stared at them.

“Come, we have three minutes.”

She was nearly at a run out of the changing room up the stairs. I don’t know how she was doing it in those platforms. I followed her, trying not to lose my balance.

Upstairs, there were three doors, two to the right, and one to the left. Lysistrata entered the one on the left, and I followed her.

It was a dungeon. It wasn’t painted black or anything stereotyped like that. It was painted in white walls. The various instruments and restraints in black were made all the more stark by the white walls. The floor was white ceramic tile as well.

Lysistrata grabbed me by the shoulder and placed me in the center of the room. There were two chains hanging from the ceiling.

“Raise your arms,” she commanded, and quickly placed the Velcro straps around my wrists. The chains were adjustable by hiking hooks that could link the chain links however necessary. She adjusted the links to the point where my arms weren’t quite perpendicular to the ground, but uncomfortable nonetheless.

She drug a bar stool with a black leather seat nearby. She walked to a closet, and opened it. There were drawers on the left side, and she opened one, taking out a leather strap-on harness. It had two holes, which at first I didn’t understand. When she took out two dildos, one smaller than the other, I began to comprehend.

She inserted the two dildos and began putting on the harness. Just as she adjusted the last strap in the back, Lady Madonna walked in.

“Ahh, good, right on time.”

Lady Madonna stood in front of me. I looked her in the eye, my breath coming more rapidly.

“Are you eyeballing me, slave?”

“No, Lady Madonna.”

“I think you are. Lysistrata, the crop and the small leather paddle.”

With her penises bobbing, Lysistrata walked to the closet and opened another drawer and pulled out the two requested instruments of my degradation, walked back and handed them to Lady Madonna.

“First, for wearing red and assuming dominance. Ten lashes. Arch your back. With every lash you will thank me properly.”

My hands tightened into fists as I heard the punishment dictated. I arched my back, and waited.

WHACK!!!!! The first lash brought tears to my eyes. “Thank you Lady Madonna.”

“Do you wear red in my domain?”

“No Lady Madonna.”

“Louder!”

“No Lady Madonna!” I shouted.

“Arch your back! Show me that ass!”

WHACK!

“Thank you Lady Madonna.”

I was becoming breathless. The punishment, as extreme as it sounds, was sublime. I was in pain, but she was in control. I was surrendering, and I wanted to surrender.

“Are you my slave?”

“Yes! Lady Madonna, I am your slave!” I wanted to be her slave. At this moment, I’d have stayed here forever, just to be in her command.

WHACK!

“Thank you Lady Madonna!” Tears were running down my face. My ass stung, razor hot.

The lashings continued, and as the tenth one came down, I didn’t think I could take another one.

“Are you dominant?!” she yelled.

“No Lady Madonna!” I yelled back, bracing for the final and tenth lashing.

WHACK!

I hung from my chains, and whispered, “Thank you Lady Madonna.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’ve just begun your training.”

These words sent chills down my spine that made my nipples hard.

“Lysistrata, bar stool.” Lysistrata walked over and ripped off the Velcro straps. When my arms came down, the screaming ache overwhelmed my upper torso.

She helped me lean over the bar stool, and pushed my feet apart.

“This is for eyeballing me.”

SMACK!

The leather paddle on my ass made my knees buckle. Lysistrata grabbed my arm to keep me from falling. She hoisted me up to a standing position, and I went to parade rest. My ass was quivering uncontrollably.

“Thank you, Lady Madonna.” I was dizzy from the pain. But the lesson was deeply imprinted in my mind.

“Lysistrata, kneeling position please.”

Lysistrata opened the closet door on the right side, and took out a large pillow and tossed it in the middle of the floor. She took me by the elbow, and brought me to the pillow.
“Please, on your knees,” she said.

I got on my knees, wondering what was next.

Lady Madonna meanwhile was getting on her own strap-on dildo. It was a red one, as opposed to the black ones Lysistrata was wearing. There were so many lessons in every little thing she did, I thought to myself. It was about seven inches long, and fat in girth.
“Now, since you like cockteasing, today you will feel the cocks teasing you. We will use all your orifices to torture you, to bring you close to the edge, and take you away. Lysistrata, prepare your devices, please.”

I could hear Lysistrata in the closet, but my eyes remain fixed on the huge red shaft. My ass was still on fire, and I wondered what the rest of me would feel like at the end of the hour.
I could hear the sound of a condom package being opened and the condom being put on, and then a second one. I could hear the bottle of lube, and my pussy and ass tightened instinctively.

“See this beautiful red cock? Mine is the dominant cock. It’s red. Take it in your mouth.”

She neared me, and I went to take it in my hands.

WHACK!!! The crop found the side of my thigh. I flinched.

“No hands! Just your mouth.”

I took the huge dildo in my mouth and the rubbery taste filled my mouth.

“Lick it. Love it.”

I did as she ordered. I closed my eyes, and let the tip of the dildo rub my lips. I took my tongue and flicked it on the underside, as if it were a real man’s.

“Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love your cock, Lady Madonna.” And at that moment, I did. I wanted that cock. I wanted it banging the back of my throat, my pussy, it didn’t matter.

“Tell me you adore my cock, bitch.” Her voice got rougher, and my pussy got wetter.

“I adore your cock, Lady Madonna.”

“Bend over, on your hands, keep your back arched. Lysistrata, begin.”

Lysistrata grabbed my hips, and began pushing both dildos in. The pain in my ass was matched by the pleasure in my pussy. I had never thought about double penetration, but here it was being done out of my control, and I wanted it.
The moans coming out of me were uncontrollable.

Lady Madonna sank to her knees on the pillow. “Suck my cock, slave.”

I eagerly wrapped my lips on the red shaft. Lysistrata gradually sank both dildos in to the hilt, and held my ass tight against her pelvis. She began her stroking. The lube made it easy, and I was in ecstasy.

“Out.”

And like that, she pulled her red shaft out, and Lysistrata pulled her double-torture toys out of me.

I moaned in frustration.

“Oh, does my slave feel frustrated? Do you want some more?”

“Yes, please Lady Madonna!”

I did. I didn’t care how hard or soft, I just needed one of those shafts invading my body. I’d never needed to be fucked so hard in my life before.

“Beg me.”

She waved the red prick in front of me like a matador at a bullfight.

“Please, Lady Madonna, fuck me some more.”

“Beg harder, slave.”

“Please, Lady Madonna, this unworthy slave desires to be fucked and used. Please use me.”

“Lysistrata, begin.”

At the same time, three cocks invaded my being. I looked up at Lady Madonna, her breasts jiggling, the nipples hard and taut, her hips thrusting the red devil into my mouth. Lysistrata grabbed my hips and this time there was no gentleness as she slid her devices of debauchery deep inside of me. As I sucked the dildo in front of me, the fucking I was receiving from behind elicited uncontrollable grunts and moans.

“Lysistrata, you may punish,” ordered Lady Madonna.

I immediately felt the hardest slap on my ass, still freshly ripped in shreds from the ten lashes. Lysistrata was not afraid to use her hand. She slapped me again as she was fucking me. I moaned uncontrollably.

In my shock at the abuse I was receiving in the rear, I stopped sucking Lady Madonna’s cock.

“Focus on me, slave. Or there will be more lashes!”

I licked the head, kissing it tenderly, trying to atone for my absent mindedness.
I arched my back more…as bad as it hurt to be doubly penetrated, I wanted to be penetrated deeper and harder.

“Stop.”

We all stopped, and Lysistrata pulled out. I cried in frustration.

“Punish.”

Lysistrata again smacked my ass, but in a double sequence that made me squeal.

“Tell me you love my cock,” Lady Madonna commanded again.

“Lady Madonna, I love your cock. I love how you torture me with your cock.”

“Good girl. You can learn. Who’s in charge?”

“You are in charge, Lady Madonna,” I sobbed in frustration and agony.

“Lysistrata, I am finished.”

With that, she unbuckled the strap-on, let it drop to the floor, and walked out of the room.