Emanuel J. - The Mistresses Next Door - Episode 1

When everything was quiet again, he took all his courage together, ventured out again and scurried almost inaudibly in his ballet slippers over to the neighbouring apartment, like a deer fleeing hunters. Sooner or later, he feared, some incredulous onlooker would bring him down to earth. Not today. Briefly, he rang the bell, hurriedly opened the door and sequestered himself in the dim hallway. Hesitantly, he entered the kitchen, which was lit differently than usual, not by the yellowish ceiling light, but by a fluorescent tube mounted above the sink on the underside of the wall unit It cast white light over the dirty dishes, there were not too many of them this time. Franziska leaned against the oven, dressed in jeans and a green T-shirt, and Isabel was sitting at the table with a thick black butt plug in front of her! The oval base allowed it secure footing as it bobbed intimidatingly on the table and next to it lay a black tube, probably containing some sort of lubricant. Daniel did not have time to stare at it, immediately falling to his knees to greet his mistresses appropriately. He started off with Franziska, licking her new boots with devotion.

Her voice sounded benevolently down to him. "Pink looks really good on him."

Isabel sounded a little sceptical. "I don't know. It's pretty girlish..." He crawled over to her on all fours and tenderly began to caress her brown sandals, the red lacquered toenails. Her voice was thoughtful. "I would never have thought it possible that someone would greet me like this and I would like it."

Franziska's answer sounded amused: "Really all women should be greeted like this as a matter of course."

Mistress fantasies! Imagining that all men might sink humbly to their knees before any woman was a strange and disturbing concept to him, as he could scarcely imagine greeting any women but these two in this way. As he raised his torso, his worst fear was realized - his hard cock reared up, sweeping the hopelessly overburdened scrap of lace to the side to stand uncovered in all its glory.

Franziska looked at him smiling. "Don't show off. And pull your panties down. They’re only getting in the way." Down , as he had recently learned, meant down to the knees. When he had done it with superfluous shyness, since the little bit of cloth didn't cover anything anyway, she pointed to the plug with a big gesture. "That's your surprise. Do you like it?"

"It’s beautiful, my lady."

Smiling, she tilted her head a little and alarm bells began to sound in him. "Our humble slave loves to joke. We’ll soon rid him of the tendency... Have you ever used one of these things before?"

"No, my lady. "

"Then it's high time. But first, greet it, so it can get used to you."

Greet it? He could only guess what she meant and slid hesitantly on his knees to the table, Isabel pushed the plug to the edge so. He licked it carefully.

"Put it in your mouth!" Franziska ordered.

He did as she said and began to suck on it in surrender.. He continued to suck it as Isabel squeezed some lube onto his obediently outstretched index finger. Without getting too close for comfort he slid it between his buttocks.

Franziska required more: "Get your finger in there!"

Oh! Are you serious? For a moment, he thought of refusal and rebellion, but then surrendered to their power, hesitatingly groping for the entrance. Gently, he screwed a forefinger into the tight hole. It was easier than he had thought, more pleasurable than he could have imagined.

Franziska's voice mingled with his agitated sigh. "Is it in there?“

He lifted his head a little and loosened his lips from the moist plug, shining with saliva. "Yes, my mistress."

"Deeper. And move it. I want you to enjoy it." He did what she wanted, and his groaning filled the kitchen. Isabel's hand stroked his hair soothingly. "Poor slave, you are so horny yet you may not allow yourself to come... What was happening at the weekend? Why haven't we heard from you?"

"I thought you didn't want to know anything more about me..."

"Really? And we thought the same of you."

These words stirred in him both joy and contrition. Joy, because she told him that he was as important to them as they were to him: contrition, because she sounded reproachful. "I'm sorry, Lady Isabel ... but I didn't know ..." He ran out of words, which was no wonder, given that he had to continue moving his finger in and out of his asshole, stirring a new and exotic lust. Franziska intervened. "A misunderstanding, apparently. To avoid this in the future, every day we don't see each other, you write us a text expressing your devotion. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my mistress, I will." That was kind, since in future it would save him the doom-laden mood of the weekend.

"Fine. Now put that thing in your ass!"

Of course, there was no contradicting their orders, even this one, yet more twisted than the others. A man conquered and penetrated, while a woman received, took in, granted access, submitting as he was now required to do. Gingerly, he started to push the offending item into his tight hole, finding to his surprise that his ass yielded to the firm rubber. It hurt a little when the thickest part forced the entrance, he felt the humiliation of womanhood as his sphincter burned, reluctantly stretching to accommodate the large toy. A groan of delight broke from his lips; it was wonderful to be in the role of the woman.

Both women watched him with interest and Franziska asked Isabel: "Have you ever done such a thing?"

Isabel carefully screwed the cap onto the tube. "What do you think of me? That's perverted. You?"

A smile hovered in Franziska's words. "What do you think of me? But when I look at him on the floor, enjoying every second of it, I think maybe I’m missing out..." She turned to address Daniel. "That seems to make you pretty horny?“

"Yes, my mistress, it does."

"Fine. And since that is known to promote your humility, from now on you will have it in you every Monday and Thursday evening from ten to eleven o'clock. You will receive no order to do so, you'll just put it in without saying a word when the time comes. Did you hear that?“

"Yes, my mistress."

"Good. And now you can make yourself useful."

Making himself useful meant washing dishes and that turned out to be an unexpectedly sensual act. With every small movement, the provocatively large plug stirred him up, stimulating him in places he had not known could give such arousal, as if new parts of him had come alive. He was not allowed to pull up the thong, it remained at his knees, where it clung tightly. His cock, rock hard, rubbed stealthily against the wide edge of the worktop, causing him to clench his buttocks, which in turn sent bolts of pleasure from his ass to his dick. He thirsted for relief from the increasing torment of lust, against which he manfully fought. He couldn't just let himself go in front of the two women, because that would have been even more embarrassing than anything else he thought. He was also afraid of the crop that would threaten him.

His gaze wandered briefly down to the parking lot, where the cars stood together like a herd of tired animals. He wondered if anyone could see him from down there. If so, then probably from too great a distance to be able to see details, he tried to console himself while washing a plate with his hips gently swaying. His mistresses watched him silently from the table, without bending a finger; true specimens of a successful emancipation (although he assumed that there had been dominant women, along with their male counterparts, in past centuries).

When all the dishes were dried and stowed away in the cupboards, Franziska stood behind him and tied his hands behind his back with the handcuffs, while Isabel looked at him, pondering. "It's handy to hold on to." The next moment she had grabbed his swollen penis with a firm hand, and he had no choice but to follow her out into the hallway with the small steps that the tiny thong at his knees allowed him. The doorbell rang suddenly. Questioning, the two women looked at each other, then they had come to an understanding. Isabel pulled him by his flesh handle into her room, and when they were safe, Franziska opened the door. Voices were muffled by the closed room door. Desperately, Daniel tried to contain the sighs that Isabel's persistently firm grip seemed to force from his lips, straining and quivering under her touch.