Blaze, Kami, Lyle and Poor Reggie!

"All right, Lyle, when I whistle in F sharp, Reginald's thingie is supposed to wilt. If it doesn't, you strike it with the thorny rose branch."

"P-please, darling Blaze-"

"Shut up, Reg. We've been working on this all week. I need you to be ready at the play party, or Mistress Salem will be laughing at me, the bitch."

"Yes ma'am."

Lyle shook his head as he stared at the disconsolate Reg. Reg's dick was rock hard, though.

"Okay Blaze." Lyle said. "Are you ready, Reg?" Lyle looked anxiously at Reg, who o was kneeling naked in front of Blaze, the beautiful girl cheerily about to whistle.

Reg nodded a bit mutely. But God, how his cock was straining. Would it go limp? It was so strange, he was the only one nude in the room, and watching him kneel...

Blaze bent over, giving Reg a long look up her peasant blouse. She rubbed Reg's dick for about thirty seconds, and then stood up and blew.

All three stared at Reg's penis, which wavered, but did not shrink or deflate in any way.

Blaze cocked her honey blonde head at Lyle, who took a deep breath and lifted the thorny stick and swatted Reg hard across his cock.

Reg howled, but looked, in a way, enthralled. Incredibly, pre-ejaculate dribbled out of the end of his cock.

Blaze's instructions to Lyle were to hit the cock until it went down, and this occurred in less than six swats, but watching Reg's face contort was a trial.

As Reg's member went from proud and hard to red and stinging, his face was a study.

Why wasn't he screaming? Lyle watched Reg struggle against the cuffs binding his wrists behind his neck.

Shaking on his knees, Reg stayed silent as the thorns slashed his wee-wee again and again. Reg seemed to tremble and quiver, but his bit his lower lip and spoke not at all.

When Reg's penis was absolutely tiny, and the thorns had done their good work, Lyle dropped the thorny rose branch. "Reg, I'm sorry, man. But, she...I don't...you know."

Reg nodded absentmindedly at Lyle. There were a few tears rolling down Reg's pudgy cheeks, but he looked up at Blaze with complete adoration and acceptance.

And Sweet Jesus, his penis is getting stiff again!

Blaze dropped down one knee, her curls tousled. She gently stroked Reg's cheek.

"I'm so proud of you, Reg. It's disappointing that you won't go down when I whistle yet, but it's just like when I caned you in the bathtub when you lost urine on your chest as I peed in your mouth. After a month of whippings, you didn't lose any."

"Yes ma'am." Reg's eyes wandered from Blaze's full lips and soft cheeks to her breasts, straining against the peasant blouse.

"Having a good time staring at my tits, Reg? My soft white orbs pushing out against the thin material?"

Reg nodded, blushing.

"Think of all the fun Lyle has sucking on my nipples, biting them, you'll never get to do that because I don't want some sissy slobbering on my cleavage. My bosom is for real men."

Lyle began weeping softly amid Blaze's light, castrating laughter.

"Let's face it, Reg. I am so aware of your admiration for my rack, you buy me all these expensive dresses and tight angora sweaters. Anything to make my honeys more awesome."

Reg nodded again, bitterly. It was so frustrating for him. He was only allowed to orgasm every now and then, and couldn't kiss or touch the beautiful breasts that he spent so much money on.

"And when you procure me great tickets to sports games and theater...I use the tickets with Lyle or other real man, and you are tied up in your attic with a huge dildo in your mouth and a plug in your butt. Not much fun for Reginald."

Blaze looked at Lyle, who was standing there, looking a bit foolish with the thorny branch.

"I am training Reg so he can make me proud, at the big gala, where he will be stroked and teased, and will go limp at my order!"

"It will be awesome if Reg gets titillated by all those gorgeous dominas and he's so overcome with desire, and then I just whistle, and his penis will drop."

She paused. "Then I'll hand out police whistles, and every time his dick goes up, someone can tweet and it must go down, what a riot that will be."

Blaze giggled. " I want to get Reggie to the point where he can stay limp while he's stroked, all the time. That will deflate the egos of the other dominas who haven't trained their subs that well, don't you think, Lyle?"

Lyle wasn't sure. He and Blaze had been dating only a short time, and he really liked her. Even when he found out that Blaze had a peculiar lifestyle, she still seemed very compelling.

But hitting dicks, staring at dicks all the time, stroking them? Lyle was kind of wishing Blaze was a waitress or a manicurist.

But Blaze had a lot of money-Lyle rarely had to pick up the check when they went out.

It was weird. Reg was heir to the South River Cutlery Combine. South River rented knives to hospitals, restaurants, and any place that had a public kitchen.

When the knives grew dull, the cooks sent them back to South River to be sharpened, and then sent back out again. Lyle and two of his siblings had worked as knife sharpeners there years, and Lyle's father had run the shipping department of South River for many decades.

Liam, Lyle's uncle, was a truck driver for the site. They all worked for the company, it seemed. Weird, now that he had this relationship with the owner's son.

And now he was whipping Reg's dick?

Certainly, Reg and Blaze had an odd relationship. One night, when they were out with friends and everyone had come back to Reg's big place for a nightcap, Blaze had said to Reggie, "Seven-thirty, time for you to go to bed, hon."

The girls giggled and the guys snickered. Reg whispered to Blaze that it wasn't fair, he was the owner of the house, and providing the booze ( and blow) why did he have to be treated like a child?

Finally, Blaze had given Reg a steely glance and he'd gone upstairs and come back down in his pink teddy-bear pajamas (the type with foodies) to say good night.

And then Blaze had accused Reggie of having a poor attitude and taken his PJ bottoms down and whipped his bare butt with a hairbrush until he'd screamed and sobbed.

Then he'd been forced to step out of his bottoms and "Reggie, make everyone a new drink before you go up to bed."

And boy, did the men and women laugh as Reg, his penis wobbling under the button down PJ tops, handed out the drinks, put out more blow...

And then, because he was "Surly" Blaze whipped him yet again, this time with a cane in the corner!

Watching Reg run up the stairs, sobbing, his red cheeks on display as Blaze chased him had been quite the experience.

But Reg's dick had been rock hard!

Another "friend" of Blazes had been the town intellectual, Wyeth Erskine, who had run the computers and done IT for one of Buttermilk Falls's biggest pharmaceutical companies.

Wyeth had been a longtime chastity slave of Blaze's. He had visited her weekly for paid tease and denial sessions before being locked back in his cage and sent home...once every 2 months, Wyeth had been allowed to spurt as Blaze pounded his nuts with her high heel.

Wyeth was multi-talented, and had a habit of writing and publishing femdom/malesub stories for magazines and newsgroups.

Blaze found other places that paid even more for Wyeth's stories and she pocketed quite a nice profit from it.

As Blaze kept Wyeth unable to masturbate, his mind got hornier and the stories got better...

And she thought of such clever things...dressing Wyeth up as Shirley Temple (a profoundly ugly one) and having him do oral service to her gay biker pals...

And she teased him unmercifully, and Lyle shivered as he heard the conversations between Wyeth and Blaze...made his hair curl!

"Wyeth, do you like how my manicured burgundy nails are tickling the underside of your little cock? I did enjoy your last bit of writing, but it really wasn't long enough, at a penny a word, we didn't clear much...

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Blaze, but this does feel good."

"Now I'm going to withdraw my soft little hand and give your wee-wee a few swats with my short cane."

"Nuh-no, please."

"I remember the last time I did this, I think I got a splinter in your glans."

"Please don't whip my cock, I'll try harder to make long stories, Blaze."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Oh, stop crying, Wyeth. You're such a little begging queer. Your sister Elkanah told me that you steal underwear from your mom's laundry basket. Imagine that, a thirty-three year old man."

"I-I-"

WHACK!

"Shameful. And then your mother takes you over her knee, you still haven't outgrown that. Whips you with her slipper, Elkie says."

"P-please-"

WHACK! WHACK!

"I understand Elkie also whips you, she's only twenty-four, and gives you enemas. What a bizarre household you must have."

"Please, don't talk about this stuff. Family-"

WHACK! WHACK!

"Be happy, Blaze, aren't you glad you're out of the cock cage? I know what it must be like, sitting in the park and watching the coeds and secretaries pass, and of course you watch all that pornography, too."

"I just-"

WHACK! "There we go, that's a nice shade of red, isn't it?"

Wyeth sobbed.

"Elkie tells me that you provide orally for her, and also your 20 year old cousins, Chiffon and Chablis. As frustrated as you are, that must make you be so good at licking and sucking their youthful twats."

WHACK!

Oh, poor Wyeth can't cum, no release. Now I'm playing with your mangled penis again, and my other hand can pinch your nipple. Good thing we pierced it, and put the ring in, I love pulling your nipple ring.

"It's painful but-"

"You love it."

"Y-yes Blaze."

"I may have Lyle take you downstairs to the carpenter's workshop, lay you over the wooden horse for some whip-time and then put your balls in the table vice and make you stand there all night."

"No, Mistress Blaze, the last time my ankles got so exhausted holding me up, and then I'd fall asleep and wake up in pain, hanging by my balls-please don't laugh."

"Gravity's a bitch, isn't it Wyeth."

Lyle had been mystified as to why someone would, even with the fun teasing hand action from gorgeous Blaze, go through this, months of being denied, except for one afternoon every sixty days...

Watching as Blaze alternately teased and punished Wyeth, as he was bound to her bed, was puzzling to Lyle.

The long rubbing of her nimble fingertips and scratchy nails on poor Wyeth's cock, until it was empurpled, was a bit hard to take.

But Blaze insisted Lyle watch, to further humiliate Wyeth, and also so he would know she wasn't really "cheating" on him.

And then of course when Blaze got too excited, she would climb up on the bed to sit over Wyeth's face, and he would lick her to five or six orgasms...

After the session, Blaze would re-lock Wyeth after having iced him down, or flogging his poor penis with Lyle's belt if she was feeling pissy.

When she was on the rag, she made Wyeth suck out her tampons, and give her yum-yum a thorough cleaning. Lyle didn't envy Wyeth's tongue on these occasions, but Wyeth seemed to enjoy himself.

Finally, session over, Wyeth would dress and give Blaze five hundred bucks while telling her how wonderful she was, and staring yet again at her marvelous cleavage.

Lyle couldn't get over how frustrated and painful Wyeth's cock looked in the tight device.

And of course it fuelled more literary desperation from Wyeth, and he wrote more, and ended up doing kinky shit like kneeling in a closet with a hole in the door in one of Buttermilk Falls's notorious gay bars, servicing whatever cock was poked in.

All in the hope of more teasing and torture sessions from cruel Blaze...

Wyeth had been paying Blaze $500 a visit, but then he realized he couldn't afford to see her as much as he liked...

Wyeth's salary, combined with a family trust allowed him to visit about once a week, and that just wouldn't do.

So, since he was working for a pill company, Wyeth began stealing and selling opiates and speed and barbiturates from work, and thus was able to get enough cash to be teased by Blaze sometimes two to five times a week!

Of course he still didn't get to cum, except for every 2 months, but it was lots of fun...till Wyeth was caught. Now he was doing a nickel-dime at Anvers Correctional, still writing and submitting stories to BDSM magazines and sending the profits to darling Blaze.

Wyeth's cellies, big strong black men, kept him discipline and enjoyed service from his mouth and anus. Sometimes Wyeth would service the entire cellblock in the shower, and it would be filmed and sent to Blaze from a smuggled Iphone.

"I think I'll let Wyeth move into our basement when he gets paroled, but the poor thing's mouth and anus will be terribly stretched out, the skull fucking and constant convict orgy..."

"You should give him a break, Blaze" Lyle said one night. "He just wanted to make you happy. Why does he have to do all this sick sodomy when he's not even gay."

"Lyle, honey, what you don't seem to understand is, Beta males don't want a break. They want the strict women or men in their lives to abuse them until they scream. Trust me, our little inmate is having a ball."

And amazingly, now and then Blaze would go visit Wyeth, and bribe someone to give her a private room, where she'd watch Wyeth being put through his paces...what fun!

But the majority of good stuff came from wealthy Reggie. Reggie had given Blaze money to open a candle shop, very big with the New Age crowd. Blaze ran it with her long-term friend, a Miss Kampbell.

Blaze and Kami had been kicked out of beauty school together as young-uns, and had spent the last fifteen years together much of the time.

But, Lyle had no idea how close the two women were until one night he dropped by unexpectedly at the candle shop.

Lyle opened the door to the back room of "Blazing Candles" assuming that the two women would be doing inventory.

Kami was a quiet, delicate girl with bright blue hair and an icy demeanor.

Lyle saw Kami, resplendent in a leather minidress, sitting on a stool, and Blaze-his Blaze!-kneeling naked in front of her, weeping slightly.

"Quit your bitching, Blaze." Kami said boredly. "It doesn't hurt that much when I burn you."

Kami had an antique Dodge Dart Swinger (1969) which still had one of those dashboard cigarette lighters.

It was the sort that you pushed in and then yanked out to ignite your cancer stick.

Breathing in with a shock, Lyle saw that Kami was holding the little metal lighter, which must have recently been charged in the ancient car.

Kami was, incredibly, pressing the harsh hot end against one of Blaze's pendulous breasts.

Blaze was biting her lip and trying hard not to cry...and although Kami was leaning down a bit, Blaze was up on her knees so Kami could easily reach her, and do the evil branding.

It astonished Lyle as Blaze was a jujitsu expert and could have easily kicked Kami's 90-pound ass.

"Now hold still. I may be able to draw my initials in your tit if I try hard enough. Let's get the areola this time. Let me press-"

"What the fuck are you doing, Kami?" Lyle shrieked, running into the back room.

Kami snickered, and Blaze looked up at her boyfriend in shame.

"Well, whaddya know, Blaze? Lyle has found you out, what a little cow you are."

"Give me that thing-the lighter, now." Lyle moved closer to Kami. "Bitch, you belong in a rubber room."

"Me or her?" Kami said with a sneer.

Lyle began screaming obscenities.

"I don't recall seeing you try to defend poor Reginald when Blaze here was putting him through his paces. Is there a double standard, Lyle?"

Lyle again tried to grab the lighter, and Kami kicked him in the nuts.

He stood up, and Blaze also rose, rather shakily. She absently rubbed the red burn already on her right breast.

"Lyle darling, please don't interfere. I can explain later."

Without leaving her stool, Kami leaned over and gave Blaze a roundhouse slap, and Blaze hit the floor again, weeping

"Did I give you permission to rise, you useless little hosebag, you diseased twat?"

Blaze shook her head, weeping."

Kami gave Lyle a charming smile. "I can explain all this to the silly jock, methinks. Or you can just turn and walk away, unless you want to remain and watch the dominatrix dommed, a bit."

"Jesus, you could have seriously hurt Blaze!" Lyle said wincing, as he looked at poor Blaze's titty burn.

"Oh, it'll fade soon." Kami said with an irritable shrug. "The welts from the ass whipping I gave her Thursday are all gone now."

Lyle recalled seeing blotches on his girlfriend's derriere and upper thighs, but Blaze had insisted that she'd fallen while rock climbing.

How had he fallen for that?

"You should enjoy Blaze like this, Lyle." Kami said, as she idly shook her Jimmy Choo alligator heel off and shoved her toes into Blaze's eager mouth.

Kami chuckled. "C'mon, Lyle, you need to pee? I have Blaze trained to take it right down her throat, all your urine, very obediently without missing a dribble."

"But she's dominant" Lyle said, puzzled. "Isn't she? Aren't you Blaze, honey?"

But Blaze was feasting on Kami's pedicure, and was thus mute.

"Oh, it's two sides of the same coin, Lyle." Kami said, shrugging. "Except of course that Blaze is far tougher than the sub-idiots she trains."

"Really"

"You should see when I whip her flat tummy with my Malacca cane. I do it when she gains too much weight. Get her back on those sit-ups."

Lyle was holding a hot cup of 7-Eleven coffee, and Kami snatched it, and tossed it onto Blaze's breasts, and Blaze's mouth came off the toes and she yelped.

"Just wanted to see if you were paying attention, pig-slut."

"Yes ma'am" Blaze returned her attentions to Kami's toes.

Kami laughed casually. "You can enjoy it. I took Blaze across the street to that disgusting gas station and forced her head into the shit and piss filled toilet in the men's room."

As Lyle retched, Kami chortled.

"All those cigarette butts, and it really did a miracle with her bitchy-boss attitude. Of course she's all cleaned up, now."

Incredibly, Lyle watched his darling Blaze stroking her clit as she sucked the toes, and realized this was an intense thrill for her.

Later, over a quiet dinner, Blaze explained things a little better.

"I've always been a submissive, Lyle. I roomed with Kami when we were in grad school together. Kami is actually hetero, as am I, but when I told her one night about my spanking fantasies, Kami began giving me over-the-knee, panties down hairbrush whippings!

For anything-neglecting my chores, drinking up the milk in the fridge, forgetting to put more gas in the car-I was terribly forgetful before I got together with Kami. She cleared that ADD right up.

Gradually I noticed that I was doing more and more of the duties on our chore wheel-we had two other roommates, and Kami convinced them to turn all the work over to me, and they watched and laughed when she punished me."

Blaze giggled, telling Lyle this. "And one of my roommates was a GUY."

And then our mutual friends got in on the action, and also Kami's boyfriend. Nelson, the boyfriend was visiting one night when we were having a minor argument, and Kami slapped me hard when I 'talked back'.

Then Kami turned me over the marble kitchen counter and pulled down my jeans and whipped my bare cheeks with a spatula.

I remember getting mad at Kami for humiliating me, but I was also excited. I lost control and had a tantrum and began pounding my fists on the floor in front of her boyfriend and the other company. ..

And Kami told me I couldn't watch TV for a month, and had to be in bed by 8pm. Me, A twenty-four year old woman!"

Lyle's jaw dropped.

"Oh yeah." Blaze giggled. "And then Kami ordered me to suck off Nelson and kneel in the corner, naked for the rest of the day before my eight pm bedtime."