The Mistresses Next Door - Episode 1. Emanuel J.

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.

      For the first time, he saw her room, which was quite small. In front of the window stood a small table with a laptop on it, around which books and manuscript pages were piled. Some plants stood on the windowsill and hardly enough space was left for a narrow bed and a high cupboard. Outside, the apartment door closed and they could venture back into the hallway where Franziska reported that it was Sebastian (who lived upstairs with Jasmin) and he had borrowed a packet of sugar. She smiled, apparently also thinking of what had happened last time someone brought one of those back. For a moment, Daniel felt the barest twinge of jealousy. But it was surely vanishingly rare to find a man with whom one could do such things. Daniel did not have to worry about competition, in this very special way he was quite unique (if he excluded Sascha).

      Still grasped by the cock, he followed Isabel into the common room with his effeminate small steps, and only there did she release him from her clutch. He knelt. Franziska's jeans sat tight around the triangle of her crotch, right in front of his eyes, he noticed that his lips were approaching her as if drawn by a magnet, without having received the order.

      She slapped his cheek sharply. "Will you let that go?" But immediately her indignation faded and she smiled at him with understanding. "You'd like to lick a pussy, wouldn't you?" Apparently, she understood men well enough to know that it wasn't necessarily hers, any would suffice.

      There was no point in denying something that was obvious. "Yes, my lady. I long for it."

      "Well you won't get mine." She looked at Isabel. "Try her."

      Isabel looked up in surprise, apparently not expecting it. "With me? Really?" The next moment, however, her reflexive defence began to waver and she chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. She sighed hard. "Maybe it's quite nice."

      The decision had apparently been made. She sat down in an armchair, called him to her with a wave of her finger and graciously (or perhaps expectantly) opened her thighs for him. The short blue pleated skirt was no barrier, it retreated without resistance, and he pushed the small black thong almost effortlessly to the side with his tongue. Her pussy was clad in woolly dark hair, a mistress need not be shaven like a doll Tenderly, greedily, lustfully he kissed, licked and nibbled on the wet, soft flesh of her pussy. He was so grateful to be able to give her this joy, however fleeting. He felt her hot desire overflowing from between her legs as he licked. Isabel's moaning filled the room and she pushed towards his face with delight. Her hand grabbed him by the hair to press his face even closer to her as she writhed on the armchair. Her thrusts aroused some yearning in him, a longing to scale these heights with her. At least, as far as was possible for a man, who could never experience the quite the depth of the female orgasm, the duration and repetitions, he believed, not even when he wore women's clothes. Nevertheless, it would have been beautiful to join her in her pleasure, but he wasn't allowed to.

      Her hand shoved his head back, beatifically she smiled at him as she adjusted the skirt. "Very nice, you've done well. Like a girl. You should be called Daniela." Her gaze wandered to Franziska, who was sitting on the second chair. "I don't know how a girl licks, but I imagine it to be about as tender and sensitive as he does. I can really recommend him."

      Was her recommendation accepted? Franziska waved at him and he crawled over to her on his knees. It was harder to get to her in her protective jeans. Well, it was impossible to get to her, because her legs remained crossed, even when he knelt close to her. The tip of her boot slid between his thighs and gently touched his testicles. It was as if angels' tongues caressed him; his cock twitched and his body moved forward onto her boot as though compelled. A moan escaped his lips. Franziska smiled compassionately. "Poor Daniel. You're so eager to come, aren't you?"

      "Yes, my lady, it would be beautiful..."

      "Then do it! I give you permission."

      What? Was she serious? Apparently, yes. The boot remained in his crotch and his penis greedily rubbed against it, straining against the leather from pure arousal, without caring how unworthy it was of this sublime pleasure. At this point, he would have rubbed himself against a table leg or a lamppost, pure instinct unable to hold back in his frenzied sexual response, not caring what object it was directed at. And yet there was nothing more beautiful in this moment than to let his cock slide up and down firmly pressed to the smooth black leather. Debased, he continued to hump her boot, his panties still around his knees, the butt pug still stretching his asshole, allowing himself to let go. His buttocks clenched and he moaned as he thrust his dick against the black leather, exploding with excitement.

      The next moment Franziska brought him back to earth: "Look what a mess you've made." Her hand pointed to the milky trickles that crawled