Emanuel J. - The Mistresses Next Door - Episode 1

Her voice sounded impatient. "Have you nothing to say to me?"

"Yes, my lady. I thank you for the punishment I deserve." Gently he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. "I love you..."

She sighed, plagued. "Yes, likewise, I think. But it would be really nice if you would follow the instructions."

"That's what I'll do, my lady. I will be a very obedient slave to you.“

"I'm curious to see how many times you'll promise that and then be naughty again. But come on, let's go over to the living room. "They took their glasses with them themselves and he carried the bottle after them with the small steps the lace around his knees forced on him again today. They sat down in the armchairs and he gave them wine, but a little clumsy, so that a few drops splashed on the glass table top. Damn, idiot! He wanted to go to the kitchen to get a towel, but Isabel stopped him. "Wait!" She turned to Franziska. "Actually, he could clean it up as a slave should... What's he got his tongue for?"

Surprised, Franziska looked up, then she smiled. " Yes, he could do that."

What Daniel thought about it was, of course, irrelevant. Fire was still glowing on his butt and there on Franziska's chair the crop leaned ominously, ready to take action again. So, he bent down deeply to the table and conscientiously licked the spilled wine up with the crumbs that were still on the table top perhaps from a sandwich, it didn't really matter. When everything was clean, he had to tilt his face up to the base of the glass that Isabel placed on his lips, and under the interested gaze of the two women, lick the red drops that clung to its underside.

Franziska smiled at him provocatively as Isabel carefully put the glass down again. "You know now how to get rid of such filth in the future, don't you?"

"Yes, my lady, I know."

Isabel seemed to have been very animated by his cleaning action, because her eyes sparkled greedily at him. "Come here, Daniela, pleasure me."

Daniela was a magic word that melted him to a frenzy of lust and devotion; full of tingling expectation he crawled towards her on all fours, squeezed between her thighs and shoved his head under her skirt hungrily. No panties obstructed his access today, which proved that her desire did not come from a mere whim, this was planned. But it was not the moment to overthink things.

Muffled, her voice sounded through into the cavern of her skirt, but the words were not addressed to him. "Is it actually okay for you if I use him for this?"

Franziska answered with emphatic indifference. "Of course. That's what he's here for."

Then Isabel said nothing more, for now she reclined under his caresses, spreading her thighs, and allowing herself to moan with delight. He nestled between the soft thighs, savouring the smell of her. Paying meticulous attention to her sounds and the motion of his tongue, he continued, as she allowed herself to succumb to an orgasm, because he was there for that, only to please her. His head was pushed back and breathing deeply he returned to the daylight, reluctantly, he longed to be close to her even longer. There was no boot for him today to satisfy his own desires, which was not the end of the world, since the desires were not as torturous as last time, fortunately. It was almost as if Isabel's orgasm had also included him.

Eleven o'clock was long gone, it was almost midnight, and he still had the plug in him. Clearly, the prescribed time of removal was far less important than that of insertion. He was even allowed to take him with him today, as an exception, and Franziska explained the reason to him: "We meet at the department store at Wilhelmsplatz at five o'clock. You still need a few things so you don't have to wear the same thing all the time. You will be wearing your butt plug. And under your pants, you're wearing stockings, the white ones. But no socks over them. Did you hear that?"

Oh, yes, she did. Is that really how she wanted to send him out? It took him a moment to produce an answer. "Yes, my mistress, I heard it."

Smiling, she stroked his hair. "Poor Daniel. Make a face like I'm chaining you to a lamppost outside the department store." She gave him a tender pat on the cheek. "What's the usual saying on the Internet forum? A good mistress leads the slave to his limits and a little beyond. And, knowing you, it'll be very appealing for you."

The evening was over, his mistresses wanted to go to bed and he was allowed to pull up his panties. Isabel smiled at him as he said goodbye, and Franziska carefully guided him to the door to look out with him. Nothing moved outside. With smaller steps and not quite as silently as usual, he scurried through the stairwell, breathing heavily. Arriving at his apartment, he drank a glass of wine and sat for a while, paying close attention to the deep sensations the plug gave him. A dull throb of arousal at the entrance where it stretched, a delicious pressure deep inside at certain angles, which made him want to move onto it, to take it further inside him. Tomorrow, he thought with anticipation, while he cleaned it thoroughly with a kitchen towel under the tap, tomorrow he would feel it inside again when Franziska took him to his limits (and probably more than just a little beyond, he feared).

*

All day long grey clouds covered the sky and did not let a ray of sunshine fall on the city. There was a cool east wind blowing, but the air was still somewhat warm, difficult to say whether one should shiver or not. The leaves of the trees that lined Wilhelmsplatz on the western edge of the street were now brightly coloured. Regardless, Daniel stood next to the entrance of the department store and watched the buses and trams coming in endless rows, spitting out crowds and sucking them in to continue after a short stop. Everywhere people swarmed around and whole herds gathered in front of the pedestrian lights to stream across the eastern street to the pedestrian zone.

"Hello, Daniel, how are you?" Edith stood in front of him, a former high school classmate. Wearing a windbreaker, a long skirt, and a sweater, she had become a bit chubby and had cut the dark hair that had once been shoulder-length short. She didn't look too good, a little haggard, a little sad, as if she had problems with her job or her boyfriend or husband, or something else.

And above all, it was a very unfavourable moment for an encounter with her (or anyone else). He willed himself not to act flustered. "Oh, I'm alright."

Without asking (and without really being interested) he learned what was troubling her: she had worked for a bank and had now been laid off, along with many other colleagues in these times of banking crisis. Times were hard (somehow they always were) and in half a year their entitlement to unemployment benefit expired. If she hadn't found a new job by then, the problems really started. Irritated, her gaze fell on the tiny gap between the hem of his jeans and the brown shoes, from which the white fishnet stockings peeked. Had he at least been allowed to put on the black ones, that probably would have been less conspicuous. But they would have required a garter belt, which would have caused other problems... It wasn't right to have these thoughts in Edith's presence. Immediately she raised her eyes again, said nothing about it and did not ask, but acted as if she had not seen anything.

Before she could find out what he was up to, Franziska suddenly stood next to him, dressed in jeans, a blue sweater, and a black blazer. She breathed a kiss on his cheek and he introduced the two women, suppressing a sigh as the plug shifted inside him and his cock stiffened a little against his pants. Knowingly, Franziska smiled at him and again Edith gave him a look. Then she said that she was in a hurry, waved to them and bustled away. It was probably better not to know what she was thinking.