Stephanie and Diane

I have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman. For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by powerful and demanding women. Even as a child, my favorite times were when I was caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie, the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much too easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as I did at the prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, we continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I'll never forget, the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on her trying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me, wrestling me to the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top. She was at this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds more than me. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been "caught." I could see a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and curiousity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay right where I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she ran off into her house. She was gone about fifteen minutes and came back with a piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf. I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realized how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of womanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting to think the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner and had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down. I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightly around my wrists. When we had played before, we had always tied each other loosly so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I was really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me, and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on her work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot. She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the scarf off the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my whince gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convinced I couldn't see anything. I asked her to take it off and untie me, and she reminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed and began to feel a certain amount of excitement, as I began fantasizing about Stephanie and what she looked like naked. I felt an erection growing in my shorts, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked like, but from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me that she always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked it THIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my shirt, and began tugging at it, signaling for me to follow her. I knew we were going inside, since we were playing in her backyard. Then it dawned on me, we were going into her house, I was going to be bound, and noticeably excited it front of her mother and older sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go. She told me no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but much less. She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably on couch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere. I sat there still, wondering what she was up to. In a few minutes she returned and told me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to the bedroom. I agreed and follwed her up, stumbling on the stairs several times as we walked. She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed. Her pushing me must have been alot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed a little to let me know she was enjoying it. The next thing I felt was Stephanie unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down around my ankles. She commented on my erection that she could see under my underpants. She told me she had never actually seen a penis before, and asked if she could look at mine. I told her no, I was much too embarrased at this point. She pulled on my underpants anyway and before I knew it they were down around my ankles. There I was, half- naked lying bound on Stephanie's bed. I begged with her, and pleaded to release me, I told her the game was over. She told me that the game was just beginning and that I was talking too much. The next thing I know she is putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth and then another and another, until my face is covered in tape from my chin to my nose. I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it was secure. The only noise that would escape was a high pitched moan I would make everytime she brushed against my cock. I was embarrased and humiliated, but loving it! Stephanie grabbed some more cord and tied my legs spread wide to the posts of her bed. The whole time she was laughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo. I tried to squirm free and beg to release, but the bonds and tape held tight. She kneeled down between my legs and began rubbing and licking my cock, telling me she was going to figure out how to do it right. The sensations I was getting were giving me clear signals she WAS doing something right. After about fifteen minutes of rubbing and licking, she told me she wanted to try something else. She had always heard that guys felt great pain when they were kicked in the groin and she was going to use me to figure out why. She started by slapping my cock. At first, gently, and then slowly harder and harder. The whole time I was squirming and making as much noise as possible from underneath my gag. Each time she kept telling me that that wasn't quite it. She tried digging her fingernails into my cock and scratching and flicking, but none met with her satisfaction. Finally in frustration, she stopped. She untied my blindfold and asked me to take a look at her. She had put on some of her sister's lingerie, a black teddy and hose with garters. She asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly. Her tits filled out the teddy nicely, and she looked truely sensational. I had never seen anything like it, except in Playboy. She told me that she couldn't figure out what made boys tick and wanted to try a few more things. I shook my head to say no, but she ignored me. Then it happened, she discovered my balls. She began slapping them, watching my expression, but not convinced that she had done enough. She took each ball between her thumb and forefinger and began pinching. I tried to let out a scream, but couldn't. She had discovered the thing that made me tick. She alternated between slapping my cock and pinching my balls. As she did, I became more and more excited until, finally, I had a tremendous, overpowering sensation that began in my stomach and moved like a rocket through my balls and cock. Before either of us knew it, my stomach and Stephanies hands were covered in cum. I had had my first orgasm. She had no idea what had happened, nor did I, I just looked up at her and tried to tell with my eyes to keep going. She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My head was buzzing, and I barely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the room, slamming the door behind her. From the hallway I heard a second voice asking Stephanie why she was dressed that way, what was she doing wearing her sister's lingerie. Then the door swung open, and Diana, Stephanie's sister, stood there looking at me at first with a look of horror, and then one of amusement. She burst into laughter. She called Stephanie into the room and asked her to explain. Stephanie's face was beet red, and her sister stared at her and demanded an answer. Diana couldn't hold back her laughter, and gave her little sister a hug telling her, that it must run in the family. Diana stepped over to me and looked me up and down, commenting on what a nice job Stephanie had done of securing me, although she did think the gag was a bit excessive. I kept squirming trying to get free, pleading to Diana with my eyes to let me go. She looked down at me telling me I had made a mess and ordered Stephanie to get a towel to clean it up. When Stephanie came back in the room, holding the towel, Diana stopped her. She told her that although I had made the mess that Stephanie probably had something to do with it. Diana told her she would have to learn how to behave better, and that the mess that was made was inexcussable. In addition, she seemed very unhappy about Stephanie wearing her teddy without her permission. Stephanie tried to explain, but Diana cut her off. She grabbed and length of rope and told Stephanie to turn around. Stephanie obeyed, and I layed there, watching in amazement as Diana tied up her sister. She tied her wrists together and then lashed her elbows together, making her breasts stick out. She told Stephanie to bend over, so that her ass was sticking out. Stephanie did as she was told, and Diana began spanking her, gently at first, slowly building up until she was smacking her ass with full force. Stephanie began crying, and Diana responded by wadding up the towel she had brough and shoving it in her mouth. She spanked her ten more times and then told her to clean up the mess with the towel in her mouth. I had gotten quite excited watching the whole thing proceed and my cock was erect again. Stephanie cleaned all around my cock and stomach, occasionally rubbing the rough towel over my prick. Diana came back into the room and examined her work. She found it to her satisfaction. She came over to me and quickly tore off the tape from my mouth, the pain was incredible, and Diana seemed to know it. I began to ask her to let me go, but she cut me off, telling me I was in too deep now, and there was no way I was going home. She told me not to say another word or make another sound or the tape would be put back on. I nodded to let her know I understood. She asked Stephanie to explain what was going on. Stephanie told her she was trying to learn about sex, and told her all about our game. Diana looked at me and though a minute. She told her that if she wanted to know about sex, she was going to learn. She reached down and removed Stephanies panties and told to lie down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth, she obeyed. Diana watched and began rubbing herself while she watched. Next she told Stephanie to begin using her tongue, probing the inside of my mouth. This was our first kiss. Diana took a small belt out of the closet and got a length of cord. She tied the cord around our necks, so we couldn't separate our heads, and then while Stephanie was kissing me, she looped the belt around our heads, over our ears and buckled it tightly. We were unable to separate our lips, we were bound together in a kiss and both getting very horny. Diana left and returned with a bag. Out of it she grabbed a set of clothespins and began clamping them on our nipples and my balls. The pain made both of us kiss each other fiercely, our tongues mashing together. Stephanie began grinding her hips into my leg, and softly moaning into my mouth. Diana slapped her ass over and over, telling her not to do that, that she wasn't ready. Stephanie continued, each slap making her grind harder and harder. Diana stopped her, holding her steady and grabbed and set of nylon straps from the bag. A long one was slid underneath the small of my back, and six samll ones placed under each of my legs. She lifted Stephanie on top of me and had her tight wet pussy come down and engulf my rigid cock. She began grinding again, but this time with each grind, Diana tighetened one of the belts. First at our ankles, then two at our calves, next our knees and finally two more on our thighs. Our legs were bound together, niether of us could move. Stephanie continued to move around, what little she could, but the feeling in my cock stayed the same. As much as I tried I could not move inside or outside of her at all. Finally, Diana tightened the belt around our waists, and whatever movement Stephanie was capable of before she had lost. We were together, in bed, kissing involuntarily, with my cock buried deep inside her, unable to move. We were both sweating and the heat of our bodies made us both itchy and uncomfortable. We wanted to beg for mercy, but we were gagged by each others tongues. Diana left the room again and we could hear the phone ring over the sounds of our heavy breathing. When Diana returned she looked over at us and smiled. She told us we looked very cute, and hoped we were enjoying ourselves. She also informed us that the phone call was their mother, saying that her parents weren't going to be home tonight, they were planning a weekend with some neighbors. In fact, she told us, those neighbors were my parents and they wanted to know if it would be too much trouble if Diana could watch the house and babysit me for the weekend, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Diana looked at the expression on my face. I couldn't believe it. She looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm sure it will be no trouble at all." So there we lay, looking to each others eyes. I felt both frustrated and excited. I had just begun to think of Stephanie as attractive. Now I began to think I was falling in love. The look in her eyes made me believe she was thinking the same thing. Our mouths were beginning to get dry and pasty, but we kept kissing as if it were the first time. Stephanie kept bucking with all her strength against the belt that held us together, wanting desperately to grind her hips against mine. Diana told us that we hadn't even started the evening yet, much less the weekend. It was Friday night and she was going out, but she told us she would be back around 10:00, and she would bring over some of her friends. She also told us, they were no where near as nice as she was. She left the room, took a shower, got dressed and left. It was only 7:30. Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock deep inside of Stephanie's moist pussy. I could smell the sweat on her neck and cheeks, which was really turning me on. Neither of us could move a muscle, and both of our lips, and tongues, which had been pressed together were beginning to dry out. Stephanie was still struggling to get free of the bonds that held us together, I could feel her breath getting harder and harder as she struggled, her warm breath cascading over my face. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I could barely make a sound, with her tongue jammed inside my mouth. I wanted to reach around and hug her, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. As time passed, Stephanie's pussy began to dry out and by 8:00 she was exhausted by her struggles and stopped fighting against the bonds. Our mouths were dry, as was her pussy. What had started out as pleasurable became increasingly uncomfortable. I wondered if Diana knew what she was doing to us, and finally began to realize that Diana knew EXACTLY what she was doing to us. By 9:30 Stephanie was in tears, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain. Her cries were muffled by our intertwined tongues, but I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. At precisely 10:00 the door reopened and Diana returned with three friends, each were carrying small over-night bags. One of them was much older than the other two. Probably about thirty. She had a hard and cruel look about her. One of Diana's friends stepped over to us and commented on what nice work Diana had done. They all laughed, ignoring our torment. Another one of her friends stepped over and began rubbing Stephanie's backside. She chastised Diana for not taking care of her little sister properly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a thin, long plastic phallus, which was flanged at the top. She commented that she didn't bring any lubrication, but that it was just as well. She spread Stephanie's ass and slowly inserted the piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie tried to resist and squirm, but the bonds held her tightly. Diana saw my eyes widen at the sight of Stephanies anal torture. She stepped over and petted my head, telling me that what was in store for me would make Stephanie's treatment seem pleasurable. Finally, we were untied from each other, but left with our arms bound. Stephanie began wildly humping me, trying to gain some relief for her acheing body. Two of the women pulled her off me, and put her down next to me. She was kicking and screaming. Diana picked up the roll of tape that Stephanie had used to gag me and applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she did the same to me. Stephanie looked so helpless, but also very cute. Something about the tape, made her look helpless, yet adorable. She had stopped crying, but was shooting glances at Diana and her friends letting them know she was angry. The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it. She kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of coming, she would pinch the tip very tightly and hold it until the throbbing in my cock subsided. After several times, my balls began to ache, deep down, and the pain became incredible. She shook her head in disbelief and starring directly into my eyes told me to get use to it. Diana told us that we were in for a surprise. She blindfolded both of us and helped us up. We were informed that we were going for a ride and we would be going for the entire weekend. We were led down to the garage. Stepahnie in her sister's teddy, and me wearing only my shirt. I could feel the cold pavement on my feet in the garage, and I overheard the discussion between the four women. Diana and Marcy were going to drive me, and the older woman and Diana's friend Amy were to drive Stephanie. Amy had a van, so they all agreed Stephanie could go as is. However, we were going to take Marcy's car, which presented a problem. They needed to make sure no one saw me. Diana added she wasnted to try out something new. She began by tying my elbows together so my arms were immobilized and then instructed me to lie down on the floor. I felt a rope draped around my neck and someone began tying my ankles and knees together. My neck was tied to my knees, so that I was rolled up into a ball. Next, ropes were passed around my waist and chest securing my arms tightly to my body. The next thing I heard was the rustling of a cardboard box. I could feel it being placed over me. They rolled it twice, with me inside, so I was upside down and I could hear them taping it shut. I also heard the sound of a magic marker writing something on it. I was so disoriented at this point that I didn't even bother to guess what it said. Finally, I was lifted and placed in the hatchback of Marcy's car. The door slammed and I tried to wrestle myself into a comfortable position. The whole time, I kept thinking of how cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless in her room, and remembering how nice our first kiss had been. The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal. I have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making comments about how well I travelled and how much fun it was going to be to have someone to play with all weekend. They dumped me out of the box and I rolled onto the floor. Someone began untying me so I could stretch out. They removed my blindfold and left me free to stretch, all except for my hands which were still behind my back and my gag. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed what had been written on the box, "To: Stephanie From: Diana." When they noticed me looking over at the box, they laughed. Diana called into the other room, telling the older woman to bring Stephanie in. She was dressed in a black bikini that barely hid any of her breats or private parts, and she was down on all fours walking in front of the older woman, who was wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high black leather boots and a harness that surrounded her breasts with rings around each nipple. Stephanie was in handcuffs and legcuffs that were attached by about a foot and a half of chain, and in her mouth was a thich piece of black plastic held there by a leather strap. The woman was holding two sets of reins, one attached to the bridal gag in her mouth and the other went to a belt fanstened around her waist, with a large silver ring in the back. When the woman would flick the bottom reins, Stephanie would crawl forward, when she pulled the top set, she would stop. To my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her captivity. She looked at the box and smiled. She glanced over at her sister and she smiled back at her. Diana told her that I was to be her property, but Stephanie would first have to learn about how to properly take care of me. The woman holding Stephanie's reins pulled them both up high, forcing Stephanie to stand up. The woman told her to go over to her sister and kneel. She did as she was told. Diana told her there were several things she needed to learn if she was going to be entrusted with a slave of her own. The first was to teach her the properties of a slave, the second the fitting ways to train a slave, and finally, how to keep a slave in his Mistresses control. She kissed her little sister on the cheek and told her to look me over. My eyes met hers, and to my disbelief, all the sympathy that I had seen while we were tied together on the bed was gone. She looked like she was loving this. Diana and Marcy stepped over immediately and told Stephanie that she had done something wrong already. She asked what was wrong. Marcy explained that a slave is never to look his Mistress directly in her eyes, unless she specifically asks him to. Diana added that the way we make sure it doesn't happen again, is through punishment. She asked Stephanie what she thought an appropriate penalty was. She thought for a moment, and told her sister that I deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head, and explained that she was only partly right. She agreed that it was an fitting punishment, but not for me. Part of Stephanie's lesson was to be that as a junior Mistress in training, she was to be judged by her slave's behavior. She was to be punished for my infraction! Before she knew it, the chain between her wrists was snapped to a clip on the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching her out over the top of it. The legs were lifted and the chain between her ankles was put under the legs. Marcy stepped in behind her holding a thick wooden paddle, and Diana pulled her panties down to reveal her soft white ass cheeks. Marcy recounted Stephanie's words, good, long and hard and began striking, making her repeat after every stroke the words, "I am unworthy of joining you in womanhood, please hit me again." Each time Marcy struck her harder and harder. Stephanie grimaced, but didn't make a sound. They were all very impressed by this, and told her she had a great deal of promise. They asked her if she would like a few minutes to discuss what had happened with me. She nodded. They all fell silent as she stepped up and towered over me. I avoided looking in her eyes this time. She told be that I was doing much better, and explain that I had disgraced her in the presence of other women. I nodded sheepishly. She told me she would have to make sure that it never happened again. She also told me that, since she was punished with a spanking, that such a gentle reminder was too leniant for me. Instead, she told me, she was going to punish me by spanking me where I would be reminded as to why I was such a worthless creature. She ordered me to lie on the table on my back and rubbed my cock until it became hard. Once it was hard she began flicking it with her finger harder and harder until it really started to hurt. She informed me that was just to get the blood flowing and began swinging her open palm at my cock slapping it harder and harder. Marcy had given her 30 swats with the paddle and she intended to double that. After about thirty, she intentionally missed my cock and slapped my balls hard. My whole body doubled up. She instructed me not to move, and informed me that she was just learning, and would have to start over from stratch each time she made a mistake. Each time she got to thirty, she would slap my balls, periodically asking the others if they would like to give it a try, commenting on how hard it was to give sixty good strokes. Finally Amy stopped her, and told her to examine my cock very carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming on my still hard cock. Amy explained that I was about to come, and that I should never do that without Stephanie's permission, even if another Mistress ordered me to do so. Diana told her, it was time for her second lesson, which was to define the parts of the slave. She pointed to my still hard cock and asked her what it was. Stephanie responded by telling her it was a penis. Diana pressed the issue further, asking who's penis it was. She answered that it was her slave's penis. Amy stepped in to correct her, explaining that it was her penis and she must have complete control of it at all times. Stephanie liked the idea. Diana took out the magic marker and grabbed my cock, digging her nails into it sharply. She took the marker and wrote on my cock, "Stephanie's cock," explaining that was so she wouldn't forget. Marcy suggested that rather than using my real name of calling me "slave," that Stephanie should simply call me "Stephanie's" so she would always remember my position as her subordinate, and the fact that I belonged to her. I actually liked the idea, the girl I was beginning to love, was going to own me in every way shape and form. I was thrilled. I noticed that my cock was growing limp and had grown purple from the beating it had received. Now that it was limp, it began to burn like it was on fire. Diana told her it was the perfect time to teach me several key commands, the words "hard" and "limp." Amy brought in a a bucket of ice and bucket of warm water and a towel. She told Stephanie to apply the warm towel to my cock and balls and rub them gently while repeating the word "hard" and then once, I was erect, to hold ice cubes on my cock and balls, and repeat the word "limp" until I was soft again. They all left telling her she had four hours to complete the training and she would be tested when they returned. The warm water was soothing and felt wonderful and each time she applied the towel, my erection grew almost immediately. She saw me watching her dip the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more effective to blindfold me, so I would concentrate on her words. Next came the ice which felt more like intense heat than cold. It took just seconds for what had been a rock hard erection to be reduced to just a few inches of limp flesh. She alternated back and forth, and I swore she had stopped repeating the words. I was so fixed on the sensations that I had simply stopped listening. She must have brought up and deflated my erection a hundered times. But still she kept alternating between the hot towel and cold ice to keep me in a steady rythym. The last ten times or so she was laughing as she applied the towel and ice. Finally after an eternity of stifled erections, she removed my blindfold. She uttered the word hard, which I barely even heard and I felt the rush of warm water flow over my cock and balls, gently making it rise to its full height. The feeling was sensational. I looked up at Stephanie to see if she was getting tired, being careful not to catch her glance. She was standing a full three feet away from me and had her hands crossed over her chest. There was no towel or bucket in sight. Next came the word "limp" and I saw Stephanie smiling as my body cringed and I felt the cold sensation of ice shoot through my groin. I looked down in disbelief, there was nothing touching me, not even a cube of ice in sight. She laughed and called to the other room, telling everyone I was ready to be tested. She tried it once again and my cock shot up like a rocket and fell like a lead weight. She looked down at me and informed me she hadn't used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours.