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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms.  Sherry - pt 1
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:08 UTC

   Mistress Sherry's Specialty

   Introduction ===========

   As I always did when I got home, I went to the answering machine.  There
were 3 messages that evening: the first two were people selling things. 
The third, however, was from Cynthia, the dominant mistress with whom I
lived and the woman I had served for over 2 years.  I was completely her
slave, sexually and otherwise.

   She had been away on a business trip for the past 4 days.  "Sorry I
missed you, Bill.  I'm not coming back tomorrow after all.  This deal is
going well, and if I stay a while longer I may be able to wrap it up
immediately instead of coming back again next month.  I'll let you know
when I'm coming home, but it probably won't be for a few days.  Meanwhile,
continue all of the things I asked you to do around the house.  Also, a
friend of mine has opened an exercise center, and I told her that you'd
certainly want to sign up.  The membership fee is $200, and I've made an
appointment for you to start tonight at 8:45.  Sherry's Work Out at 27712
Verona.  She's expecting you, and I'm sure that she can give you a good
work out."

   I was a bit surprised at the message, especially since I didn't have a
particularly bad body already.  Cynthia wouldn't have allowed that.  But as
it was already 8:20 and I wouldn't think of disobeying her, I left
immediately.  Sherry's was in what appeared to be a converted motel just
south of the interstate.  I arrived promptly at 8:45, and a pretty young
blonde girl behind the counter took my name, looked at a clip board, said I
was expected and asked me to wait until Sherry was free.

   About 10 minutes later Sherry arrived and sat down.  She was a very
attractive black woman who carried herself with the confidence of the owner
of the business.  She asked for the fee and gave me a form to sign.  The
form asked for several physical details, and at the bottom had some
legaleese that absolved the Center from liability if I got hurt misusing
their equipment or for not following a counselor's instructions.  I signed
it.

   As soon as I handed the form back to her, she looked over at the girl
behind the counter and said "Play the tape."

   "Hello Bill." I was surprised to hear Cynthia's voice.  "I'm glad you
obeyed me so well.  While this is a normal exercise club during the day, in
the evening Sherry does a bit more.  Since you will have missed at least 2
of our play sessions by the time I get back, I've asked Sherry to spend
some time to keep up your training.  She and I have discussed the
specifics. Obey her as you would me, or when I get back I'll make you wish
you had."

   I suddenly realized that all of the customers had left by 9:00, and the
counter girl had been locking the door and turning off the outside lights.
I was alone with these two women who, while they certainly were very
pretty, suddenly seemed very menacing and dominant as well.

   "Bill, take off all of your clothes immediately, and then come join us
in the women's locker room.  Don't speak unless spoken to.  I am Mistress
Sherry; this is Mistress Laureen.  She's a new Mistress, and I'm going to
use you as a demonstration aid in teaching her about punishing slaves."

   I did as I was told, and entered the locker room about 60 seconds later.
Mistress Laureen immediately put a blindfold on me, took me to a corner and
told me to stand facing it until I was told otherwise.

   It seemed that I stood there for hours.  I heard them both take showers,
and could occasionally catch phrases of the conversation.  "...until he has
bright red ass cheeks.....just keep pushing...  and "...at least three
times...".  I was both terrified and fantastically curious about what was
going to happen.

   Chapter 1: Warm-ups ===================

   My cock was already at attention when Mistress Laureen grabbed it and
told me to follow her.  I was still blindfolded, but she didn't lead me
into anything or go too fast.  Her iron grip gave me little choice,
however.

   After she stopped, I was told to remove the blindfold, and after getting
my focus was staring at the two women.  They were dressed in black merry
widows with push up tops that exposed their nipples and made them seem to
beg for attention.  They wore no panties but did have on black stockings
held up by a garter belt.  The effect was spectacular.

   They were seated facing each other with their legs alternatingly
interlocked, forming a "double lap." They pulled me forward across it,
spreading their legs momentarily so that my hard cock was caught between
two.  "To show you who's boss here, we're going to start you off with a
spanking.  Mistress Laureen will attend to your right ass cheek while I'll
do the left," Mistress Sherry said.  "Keep your hands behind your back and
your feet in the air."

   Immediately I felt a sharp SMACK on my left cheek followed quickly by
one on my right.  Their rhythms were each irregular, though not especially
fast, and a few times they struck simultaneously.  After about 20 swats on
each cheek my ass was really getting sore.  "Please stop for a minute,
Mistress," I begged.  They seemed not to hear me and kept up the swatting.
"Please !"

   Then without warning it stopped, and Mistress Sherry was squeezing my
balls in a death grip.  "I told you not to talk unless you were spoken to.
If you forget that kind of order after only a little hand spanking, then
you're in for a real lesson that will make you remember who's in charge
here!" she scolded.  "Stand up and bend over.  Put your palms flat on this
bench.  Keep your knees straight and spread your feet."

   I scrambled to obey, started to apologize for speaking without
permission, but thought better of opening my mouth again.

   "If you move at any time before we tell you to, you'll get extra of
whatever you're getting when you move.  Then we'll start over so you'll get
it all again," she explained.  While she was doing so, Mistress Laureen had
been tweaking my nipples, making me gasp with pain.  "Go ahead, Laureen. 
I'm going to make it harder for him to move while we really heat up his
tail." While Mistress Laureen continued to tweak my nipples, Mistress
Sherry pulled my cock back between my legs and tied a long leather thong
around it.  Next she took another and looped it around my balls, and then
tied it around the bench I was bending down to.  Finally, she took a third
and tied it to the other bench, so that if I moved either direction my
balls would be pulled.

   "Mistress Cynthia has told me how much this slave can take, and we're
not even near his limits.  Besides, tonight we're going to stretch those
limits quite a bit.  Laureen, why don't you start with 25 with the ruler.
Remember to work the whole area, and especially that tender crease where
the thighs join the hips." Mistress Sherry was obviously taking control and
enjoying it.

   Thut!  Thut!  Thut!...  The 25 strokes landed on my ass again setting it
on fire.  Mistress Laureen let a few seconds between each so that I really
felt it before the next one hit.  In all it probably took about 2-3
minutes.

   "Think that you'll hold your tongue until asked now, Billy ?" asked
Mistress Sherry.

   "Yes Ma'am," I sobbed back.

   "Is you bottom hot little boy ?" asked Mistress Laureen .

   "Yes Ma'am," I answered.

   "Not as hot as it's going to get," added Mistress Sherry.

   "Let me show you this, Laureen." I felt something rubbing between my
legs, in the space between the base of my cock and my asshole.  Then it
felt very warm, and then it started burning, almost as much as my bottom
cheeks.  "This is Icy Hot.  We use it in the exercise room for sore
muscles," she explained.  "It's a different kind of hot than the spanking,
but I think that giving a slave both is really interesting.  Each makes the
other seem worse, even though I didn't put them on the same place."

   That thought was just too much for me.  "Please don't put them on the
same place, Mistress.  Please !"

   "This slave is still talking without being spoken to, Mistress Sherry.
Should we remind him more ?" asked Mistress Laureen.

   "Absolutely," she answered.  "And let's give him something to think
about while we do."

   With that she put Icy Hot on each of my nipples, then clothes pins.  She
told me to bend over again, and said that this time she would do the
spanking, and she would use a hairbrush.

   SPLAT!...  SPLAT!...  SPLAT!...  SPLAT!...  She spanked in fast groups
of four, then let the heat sink in.  It was awful, especially on my already
blazing behind.  After about two dozen she stopped and I heard them walk
away.  It was all I could do to maintain the position.

   A minute or two later I heard them come back, but I certainly had
learned not to say a word.  Mistress Sherry reached down and played with
the nipple clamps, releasing them and putting them back on shifted 90
degrees.  "Go ahead.  Get it good and greasy." I heard her say.  I had only
a few seconds to wonder what she meant before I felt Mistress Laureen
shoving her finger into my asshole.  "Use at least two fingers, and ream it
around all the way," Mistress Sherry encouraged her.

   I groaned a bit while this continued, but still said nothing.  WHAP!  "I
think that finishing off this part of your punishment with a dozen from my
paddle is just what you need," Mistress Sherry said.  Before I could think
another thought another WHAP!  landed, and then holding on to the bench,
gritting my teeth and taking it was all I could think of.  At the end of
the dozen she put the paddle on the bench right in front of my face.  I was
still gasping.  I heard her say "Let's go get ready for his next phase," to
Mistress Laureen and then walked away.

   Chapter 2: Mistress Sherry's Specialty
======================================

   I stayed there recovering from the paddle pounding I had just taken for
several minutes, and I guess I let my mind wander a bit.  I didn't even
hear Mistress Laureen walk back up behind me before I felt her hands on the
leather thongs tied to my cock.  I jerked in surprise.

   "Hold still while I untie you!" she demanded.  Continuing a bit more
conversationally, "Mistress Sherry can certainly swing a paddle, can't she.
Your tail is still radiating heat, and I'll bet it feels sore for days."

   "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, not wanting to say anything that could in any
way be anything but totally submissive.

   She had me stand up and blindfolded me again, then once again grabbed my
cock and balls and used them as a leash to lead me to another room.  My
bare feet could feel the tile floor, and I knew I was in the showers.  When
she took the blindfold off Mistress Sherry started talking, but I missed
the first few words as I saw hanging from one of the shower posts a bulging
red enema bag with its red hose and black nozzle gleaming.  I HATED ENEMAS.

   "...  discussed with Mistress Cynthia, and she thinks that my using you
to teach Mistress Laureen about punishment enemas is an excellent idea. 
They are, you know, a real specialty of mine.  I've never had a slave be a
behavior problem after I used enema discipline on him.  Cynthia tells me
that while she has occasionally given you an enema to humiliate you, she
has never thoroughly cleaned you out, nor made the enemas themselves the
punishments.  Today that will be different.  You will be given enemas that
will be very difficult to hold.  They will cause cramps that may even take
away your breath for a few moments.  You can be certain that they will do
no lasting damage, as I have done this many times and will probably do it
many more, sometimes to you.

   "Now the rules for you are very simple," she continued.  "You will do
everything that we tell you to do or your punishments will be increased. 
After you have been given an enema, you will retain it for as long as we
tell you to.  If you do not, then while holding the next one you will be
spanked in proportion to the time you were short.  However, it you are
about to lose control, tell us, so that you can release it into the toilet.
If you lose control in here, while the tile floor will make cleanup easy,
you will get extra strokes.  Besides, just think how embarrassing it would
be for you to be blowing dirty enema water out of your asshole in front of
two ladies like Mistress Laureen and me.

   "Now let's get started.  Get up on the table.  I won't tie you in
position, but I want your wrists tied together so you can't get your hands
in the way.  Spread you knees apart, get your nose down and your bottom
up."

   Through the last part of this she had been prodding me into the position
she wanted me in and tying my hands together.  I was on top of a plastic
covered massage table with my asshole totally exposed and my cock (still at
attention) and balls hanging freely.

   "Laureen, I'd like for you to handle the equipment.  Billy, this first
enema will be two quarts and you'll be expected to retain it for 5 minutes
after it is all in.  You may ask us to stop the flow going in one time, but
your retention time will not start until it is in.  For each minute short
of 5 that you retain it, you'll get 10 hairbrush strokes during your next
enema.  Also, since the purpose of these enemas is to clean you out if you
don't hold them the allotted time, it may require additional enemas.  If
you lose control before you get to the toilet you'll get an extra 20
strokes.  Laureen, go ahead."

   The nozzle they were about to use on me was right in front of my face,
and I couldn't help but stare at it.  It was about eight inches long with a
shaft about the diameter of a finger.  At its end was a ball about the size
of a golf ball, and there were seven holes at various positions on the end
of the ball where the water came out.  It was covered with vaseline (?),
and I had no doubt where it was going in moments.  I wondered if the ball
would hurt going in...

   It did.  Not really a lot, but Mistress Laureen placed it on my anus and
just shoved it in without slowing down much.  A few moments later I heard
the "click" of the valve and felt the water filling my gut.  It was really
hot, and I gasped and moaned at the same time.

   "Now you can see the reaction that a hot soapy solution has, Laureen."
Mistress Sherry was discussing me as if I were a lab animal.  "While he
probably feels that this is too hot, at 115 degrees it won't really hurt
him in any lasting way.  The hot water will, however, make the castile soap
more effective.  The solution will run further up into his bowels, relaxing
his muscles and exposing more of the tissue to the soap solution.  It takes
a well trained recipient so hold one like this very long.  Don't ever make
them any hotter, though, or you might deaden the nerves inside the rectum.
Then he might develop chronic constipation and require enemas just for
normal functions.  You want to keep them 'special'."

   I was beginning to feel like my gut was burning up.  I had also started
to sweat profusely from the hot water, and the soap had started to generate
that loose bowels or diarrhea feeling.  I didn't know how long I was going
to be asked to retain this fluid, but I started hoping it wouldn't be too
long, and composing my begging to be allowed to release it early without
too much punishment.  Suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound and realized that
it must be all in.

   "Now to really get a cleansing enema to work to maximum effect, a
vigorous massage of a slave's lower belly is a requirement," she
instructed. "Watch how I do it, and then you try it.  You don't need to
hold on to the nozzle any more, it'll probably stay in by itself, or you
can just pop it out if it gets in your way." Mistress Sherry started really
working over my gut, and until I squeezed my asshole shut as tight as I
could I thought I was going to blow the enema out right then.  Just as I
flexed my sphincter Mistress Laureen did "pop it out" and as I squeezed the
hard plastic I thought I was bruising myself permanently.  Mistress Sherry
realized what had happened and just chuckled.  "You timed that nicely,
Laureen.  Now see how I'm working over his belly to cause the enema to get
into every nook and cranny of his colon ?  You try it." Mistress Laureen
did, and the torture continued, although a bit more gently.

   Suddenly, I knew that I only had a few seconds to get to the toilet.  I
clenched my asshole very tight and said "Please Mistress, I've got to go to
the toilet so I don't make a mess here.  Please!" I didn't wait for an
answer, but jumped off the table and started...  I didn't know where the
toilet was!  I turned around and looked them both, my face screwed up with
the exertion of holding my asshole closed.  Mistress Sherry, enjoying
taking her time, looked at Mistress Laureen and said, "He obviously doesn't
know where he's going.  Would you like to show him, Laureen ??  And you
might go with him just to make sure he doesn't misbehave while he's gone."

   Mistress Laureen pointed to a doorway, and followed me as I race waddled
through it, going as fast as I could without releasing any pressure on my
asshole.  I found the toilet and was startled to see as I sat down that the
seat wasn't smooth but was covered with ribbed plastic.  As I sat down I
discovered that the ribbings were short spikes, dull enough so they
wouldn't penetrate the skin, but sharp enough so that my well spanked
bottom really felt them.  That pain, however, was secondary to my relief of
getting to the toilet only a quarter of a second (it seemed) before my gut
exploded and a torrent of dirty, smelly water rushed out.  I let out three
or four hundred gallons (at least) before I heard Mistress Laureen laughing
at the door.  I looked up and saw her really enjoying herself, and was so
ashamed that I looked at the floor and hoped I could find a hole to crawl
into.

   "Flush it to get rid of the smell," she commanded.  I'm sure that you've
got lot's more inside you, but while you're getting rid of it, I think that
I want you to do something else, too."

   She pulled a stool over in front of me, sat down, pushed her tits at me
and ordered me to suck them.  "And if I don't like the way you do it, I'll
give you an extra enema and an extra spanking." Needless to say, I focused
my attention on it thoroughly, though I flushed with embarrassment each
time another spurt of enema found its way down my colon and out my anus. 
(I actually think that she moaned with pleasure once or twice.)

   After about 5 minutes of this she stood up and adjusted her merry widow.
I could see that her nipples were really hard and standing up, and I hoped
that I might have pleased her enough so that she would go easy on my for a
while.  "Are you finished shitting ?" she asked.

   "Yes Ma'am," I replied.  "Could you please give me some toilet paper," I
continued, since I had been unable to locate any.

   "Beg for it," she instructed.

   Realizing that my hope for leniency was not to be fulfilled, I begged.
"Please, Mistress Laureen.  Please let me have some toilet paper." I could
see that she liked hearing me beg, and that she wasn't going to respond
until she heard more.  "Please let me have some toilet paper.  I don't want
to upset you and Mistress Sherry by going back in there without having used
some.  Please Mistress Laureen."

   She stared at me for a few more seconds, grinning, and then took some
paper from under a sink.  "No.  You can't have the paper.  Stand up, turn
around and bend over with your head on top of the tank.  I'll wipe you."

   If I thought that I'd been embarrassed before, I'd been wrong.  Nothing
that I'd ever had done to me by Mistress Cynthia or anyone else was even
half so mortifying as the thought of this striking, sexy woman wiping my
bottom as if I were a little 3 year old.  But I decided I didn't really
have a choice.  The results of my disobedience to their orders was very
clear.  Slowly I complied with her orders, and felt wave after wave of
humiliation as she wiped the paper up and down my crack.

   (to be continued)