WVC Ch. 30: Training 04

"I think that's enough, Jordan. He needs to have his balls full for tonight's session."

I was surprised when the stunning redhead immediately pulled her head back, nodding in agreement even as she licked her lips and reluctantly released her grasp of my stiff pole. Carefully, Valerie pointed my cock skyward as she took the purplish bulb between her thumb and forefinger, delicately pinching the slippery cockhead to reduce the swelling. Smoothing the front of her pale green T-shirt so that the cotton was tight over her rounded chest, Jordan stood up and smiled down at me. She had remarkably full breasts for such a petite girl.

"I'd forgotten that he was scheduled for tonight."

With a toss of her red hair, she turned to Diane, her voice haughty.

"And those dildos of yours can serve more than one purpose."

With that, she flounced off toward the sorority house, her slim hips swaying provocatively with each step. Erika had a wry grin on her face.

"Guess she's developing in ways that you didn't anticipate."

"Um, yeah."

Shrugging her shoulders, Diane turned to follow the younger girl back to the party on the porch.

"See you guys later."

Valerie's efforts had succeeded in reducing my hard-on to a more subdued state. Tucking the still thickened cock back into my shorts, she carefully zipped me in, giving the bulge a friendly pat before she rose to her feet.

"Have fun tonight."

"Um, I guess so."

The two remaining girls watched me come to my feet. Once I was vertical, Erika stepped close and lightly caressed the lump between my legs as she whispered.

"Get some rest. Try to take a nap if you can."

"I'll try."

After bending to retrieve my t-shirt, I waved goodbye to the attractive pair as they returned to the party. Once back in my dorm, I did lie down on my bed, but a short nap wasn't possible. I was too keyed up, and my cock kept rising and falling. Finally, it was time to go. After taking a shower with all the usual preparation, I realized that I couldn't recall which costume Display Suit No.6 was. Digging in the storage box under my bed, I pulled out the metal ring with the attached elastic straps and stared at it. I had absolutely no memory wearing it, and had no idea of how to put it on. I just hoped Erika was the first person I would see at the house.

Arriving on time, I found the standard note taped to the outside door, instructing me to go inside and change into my collar and costume. After stripping and lying my folded clothes on the chair, I buckled the collar around my neck and slipped the robe over my shoulders. Leaving it hanging open, I held the display suit in my palm. I was pretty sure that the ring went around my cock and balls, so l decided to a least get that far before anyone appeared.

I didn't have to wait long. As I struggled with the tiny harness, managing to slide the ring in place, the tap, tap, tap of high heels on the wooden floor echoed down the hallway, announcing someone's approach. Reflexively, I closed the robe and straightened up. When Erika strutted through the doorway, I heaved a sigh of relief. She looked great with her dark hair pulled back into a short ponytail and just the right amount of makeup. All I could see was her black leather collar and high-heeled boots since her long white robe hid the rest of her costume.

"Show me your penis."

Fingering the edge of my robe, I hesitated.

"There's a problem."

Panic flashed across her pretty face.

"What happened?"

Shuffling my feet, I shrugged.

"I can't remember how to put the suit on."

Reassured, she smiled.

"Oh. You scared me. I thought it was something serious. Open your robe."

Since I had been able to slide the ring into what I supposed was the right position, my cock had begun to swell, tenting the thin cotton out before me even before I spread the edges wide. Avoiding the swaying pole that stuck out toward her, she bent over and reached underneath my balls to retrieve the dangling straps. Deftly, she looped them around and between my balls, splitting them apart before wrapping another strap tightly around the base of my shaft. Straightening up, she rested her hands on her hips as she nodded approvingly, watching my cock fill with blood and rise up between my legs.

"Much better. Now you're ready to play. Follow me."

Walking behind her, I clutched the robe about me as I admired by her swaying hips. She led me down the hallway, into the kitchen, onto the landing and down the steps toward into the basement playroom. Once we reached the bottom landing, she stopped and turned to face me as she shed her robe to hang it on one of the pegs near the wooden door.

I caught my breath at the sight of her exquisite body, clad in the barest excuse of a leather teddy. Thin black straps circled her full breasts, the supple leather separating and just slightly lifting her magnificent globes. More straps crisscrossed her torso, hugging her sleek skin before winding down between her thighs and disappearing under her crotch, pressing tight enough on the outside of her pussy lips to plump them out even more than usual. She smiled when she saw me admiring her body. Glancing down at the wobbly tent in the front of my robe, she nodded toward it.

"Take it off."

Obediently, I opened the thin robe again, baring the throbbing pole jutting out from between my thighs, the metal ring snug around my swollen balls which were split apart by the tight elastic. Her smile widened.

"Remember to show your reverence toward the mistresses."

Mistresses?

"Yes, Ma'am."

With that, she swung the heavy door open, and entered the dimly lit room, candles flicking along the walls. Following a couple of steps behind her shapely ass, I crossed the threshold with my eyes downcast and my rigid cock swaying thickly before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see two pairs of black boots standing in the shadows.

Once she reached the middle of the large room where the overhead spotlights were brightest, Erika dropped to her knees and clasped her hands on top of her head. Arching her back, she offered up her superb breasts and spread her knees well apart, presenting her shaven pussy to her two mistresses. Sneaking a peek, I saw it was that same pair that tormented me during the last training session (WVC Ch:28).

"Good evening, Mistress Shannon, Mistress Carolyn. I thank you for your gracious time tonight."

Gingerly, I assumed the same position, kneeling beside my trainer on the floor, but with one major difference. She didn't have an enormous erection jutting up between her open thighs. Silence hung in the air as they waited for me. I swallowed and repeated the exact same phrase.

In reply, the mistresses said nothing. Slowly, they circled us, moving in opposite directions, and I had a chance to glance up as they passed. Mistress Shannon wore the same head mask as always, but this time, she didn't wear a corset. Instead, she sported a black leather collar with three straps hanging down her chest, completely revealing her gorgeous breasts, round and full and heavy on her chest, crowned by dark reddish nipples, puckered and stiffly erect. One black strap divided her twin globes while the other two framed them on the outside of her torso. Swinging loosely from the straps were glittering strands of thin chain, arranged in concentric circles that emphasized the rounded curves and spilled across the large oval areoles, teasing the protruding nubs into rigid attention.

Below her waist, she wore nothing but a pair of black leather boots. Beneath the prominent pubic mound, her reddened pussy lips glistened, moist and plump with excitement as her boots came all the way up her thighs, almost up to the sleek expanse of her smooth pubic mound.

Mistress Carolyn also wore a full head mask, her flowing blonde hair pulled out the back into a luxurious ponytail. The top of her corset framed and supported her oversized breasts, the open cups completely exposing the large pink nipples. Tightly cinched around her waist, the black leather corset left her generous hips totally bare and the wispy landing strip of blonde pubic hair visible.

"You may rise, Erika. Retrieve the nipple clips on the table."

Gracefully, she rose from the floor and obeyed Mistress Shannon's instructions.

"You may also rise, Bill. Present yourself to Erika."

As my trainer crossed to a table at the side of the room, I obeyed, my stiff cock bouncing energetically as I stood, remembering to assume the present position once I was upright.

"Attach the clips to his nipples."

In silence, my trainer bent over and took my buds between her lips, swirling her tongue, gently sucking them until they were thoroughly aroused. Once the excited buttons were fully erect, she fastened the clips, first the right one and then the left. I winced at the sharp pressure as Mistress Shannon chuckled softly.

"I would have thought you'd be used to them by now, Bill."

As Mistress Carolyn sauntered over to the table, I admired the way her full hips swayed back and forth, but I couldn't see what she scooped up from the surface until she turned back toward me. Holding up a pair of jeweled weights that sparkled in the light, she let them dangle from her fingers, swinging them ominously as she strolled back across the room.

"These will enhance your stimulation, tugging on your nipples with just the slightest movement."

Standing in front of me, the tall blonde hooked a glittering ornament to each clip, carefully letting each fall once it was fastened, jerking my distended buds sharply down. I winced again, trying not to cry out with the sudden jolt of pain. Smiling, the blonde mistress glanced down to watch my hard-on jerk as shock traveled from my pulsing nipples to the base of my throbbing shaft. After a moment, she curled a cool hand around the middle of my swollen pole and squeezed. Still gazing down, she whispered.

"Do you like this? Do you like it when I play with you?"

I moistened my lips and nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."

"I thought so. Your big penis is harder than ever. You must like the exhilaration of the nipple weights."

I didn't respond. My rigid cock did that for me. As Mistress Carolyn began to slowly post up and down the length of my swollen shaft, Erika pulled back a dark curtain lining one wall and wheeled out a heavy wooden structure that looked like an overbuilt doorframe. Four leather cuffs swung from the upper cross piece, while two others were fastened to the corners at the bottom. After locking the base into place on the floor, she winked at me and turned back to the equipment lined up along the wall. As she sauntered over to retrieve something else, I admired the sway of her firm butt, noting in the back of my mind that the placement of the structure seemed to be slightly to one side. When she wheeled out what looked like a wooden sawhorse, the busty blonde gave instructions.

"Once she's ready, let Erika strap you into the frame."

After giving me one more stroke, Mistress Carolyn released her grasp so I could walk the few steps to the towering contraption, my stiff cock bouncing eagerly while the weights swung back and forth, wrenching my aching nipples. As my trainer directed me to stand inside the frame so that one pair of the cuffs dangled on either side my head, the regal blonde strolled to a curtain covering the opposite wall and stood watching. Now that the closest cuffs were practically in my face, I could see that they quite different from the pair hanging from the corners of the cross bar. Much larger, they hung lower and had no D-rings for locks.

Kneeling on the floor, Erika tapped the inside of my calves to spread my legs so she could fasten the lower pair of lined cuffs around my ankles. As I followed her directive, my jutting hard-on swayed heavily back and forth. Once I was tethered to the base of the frame, the ankle cuffs forced my feet well apart, wider than my shoulders.

Once they were secured, she took my arms and attached them to the restraints hanging from the upper corners, hoisting me into a spread eagle position. Satisfied that I was firmly fastened into the wooden frame, Erika slid the modified sawhorse forward, angling it so that one end of the cross beam was pointed between my spread thighs.

As I watched her push it forward, I realized that my protruding cock was barely an inch above the top of the customized structure where a smooth wooden piece in the shape of a long triangle had been attached. About foot long, the narrow pointed end she slid between my open thighs while the widest part, which was maybe six inches across, extended out in front of me. Slowly, she eased it farther underneath me, until my tightly bound balls rested on the polished surface. It hadn't noticed it at first, but the narrow end wasn't flat. It had been crafted with smooth edge, and as I craned my neck to the side, I saw that my balls rested on either side of the ridge, lifting them and emphasizing the separation that the harness created.

Puzzled, I looked up to see Erika grinning at me.

"You'll see."

With a sly smile, Mistress Shannon sauntered toward me as my trainer ducked back behind the curtain. Snapping a leather riding crop against her black boots, her rounded globes swayed gently as she came to stand beside the sawhorse, right in front of me.

"Let's show Bill how this works."

Gazing down at my twitching cock, she slowly raised the crop and let it fall directly onto the top of the swollen bulb. I winced, although it really didn't hurt very much. But what did occur was that in reaction to the blow from the crop, my hard-on bounced against the smooth wooden triangle while my balls were squeezed against the smooth ridge.

"Our alumna, the wood sculptress was very excited about this customization."

Erika emerged with what looked like a ladder as the brunette mistress ran the soft tip of her crop over the curved surface of my engorged cockhead. After carefully setting one end of the ladder against the top of the doorframe, Erika knelt to bolt the base into the floor. As she secured the pieces together. Mistress Shannon slid the black leather up the quivering length of my shaft to caress my bulging balls, first one taut egg, and then the other.

"Too bad that our sculptress isn't able to see just how it displays your lovely balls."

After a light tap on the tightly stretched skin, she returned to my trembling bulb.

"She was certain that this attachment would be quite effective."

Raising the leather whip again, Mistress Shannon hit her target a little harder this time. My bloated knob smacked the flat surface, bouncing a bit higher up off the unyielding wood. With a swift glance at my bobbing hard-on, Erika rose to her feet and crossed back to the equipment table. Even as the brunette mistress played with my rigid cock, my eyes were drawn by the younger girl's full breasts, swaying gracefully within the straps of the leather teddy.

"The cock platform attached to the sawhorse doubles the impact of each blow."

Lifting the crop got my attention. And when Mistress Shannon delivered a sharper blow on my defenseless cockhead, this time I yelped. My hard-on sprang higher into the air as it rebounded off the rigid platform. Smiling delightedly, she ran the black leather end of her crop over the swollen bulb, soothing the reddened skin as it jutted out in front of me, quivering. The pride in her voice was unmistakable.

"The beauty of this structure is that while we have access to both your ass and your penis, you also have the opportunity to service us."

After retrieving something from the equipment table, Erika disappeared out of sight behind me. Pressing my stiff cock down until it rested against the smooth wood, the brunette mistress continued.

"And it works just as well for our female trainees."

Turning her head, she spoke to Mistress Carolyn, who was still standing off to one side.

"Now, Carolyn."

Sweeping aside the dark folds of cloth, the tall blonde revealed an enormous mirror, probably ten feet high and perhaps twice as long. The flickering lights were situated just above the upper edge, illuminating my nude body from the side, strung up in the middle of the wooden casing. Now I knew why the frame, the modified sawhorse, and the ladder had been set slightly off center. The shiny glass was less than six feet away, and gave me an excellent view of my jutting hard-on as Mistress Shannon continued to hold it down against the wooden platform.

When she let it go, my rigid cock bobbed high in the air. Almost gleefully, the leather clad brunette smacked the bloated knob, bouncing it off the custom made attachment. Erika circled around behind me as the Mistress Carolyn crossed back to the base of the ladder. I was studying the way her oversized globes swayed heavily above the blonde's corset, so I missed my trainer raising her arm. But I sure didn't miss the unexpected whack that my Erika delivered on my bare ass.

I cried out and thrust my hips forward, sliding my exposed balls along the ridge between them and jerking my cock up toward the ceiling. As the pair of jeweled weights danced on my chest, tugging on my tortured nipples, Mistress Shannon spanked the top of my bloated knob, bouncing it against the polished wood once more and causing me to recoil. Glancing in the mirror, I saw that Erika was brandishing a short quirt, lifting it overhead before she snapped the leather strands of the whip across my butt. Instead to the usual two, this nasty looking piece of equipment probably had a half dozen tendrils, all biting into my bare skin. I cried out and shoved my hips forward again, starting the sequence all over. The two of them alternated back and forth, whipping my stiff cock and then my defenseless ass, setting a steady rhythm.

Swiveling my head to watch in the mirror, I admired the gorgeous mounds of my trainer swinging freely on her chest as she blistered my butt. Then still facing sideways, I would watch my hard-on bob up and down, looking remarkably eager and enthusiastic as Mistress Shannon kept whaling away with her riding crop. And then I would turn my gaze back to the magnificent figure of the brunette mistress, until I lost track of the number of blows I'd received.

Finally, they stopped. I could hear my trainer panting behind me while Mistress Shannon was breathing just as heavily in front, her impressive breasts rising and falling beneath the glittering strands of chain draped across her chest. Her reddish nipples pulsed urgently, the stiff points poking through the loose links of gold, pointing at me.

"I think he's warmed up now. Carolyn, take the stairs and let him service you."

This was the warm-up?

Gasping for air, I watched the voluptuous blonde climb the ladder that was positioned immediately to my right. As she mounted the steps, I eyed her oversized breasts as they swung heavily back and forth. When she was slightly above me, she slid off the ladder and into the leather cuffs that were hanging on either side of my head. Deftly, Mistress Carolyn slipped one booted leg through a lined leather loop, and then the other, easing them up her legs until the black leather circled the middle of her pale thighs. Using the crossbar to maneuver, she spread her knees wide and draped her boots over my shoulders, opening her moist pussy as the soft tuft of pubic hair shone in the spotlights. With her glistening lips looming directly in front of my face, I had no doubt what was expected of me.

Grasping the back of my head with one hand, the blonde employed her other to spread her pussy, and I obliged by sliding my tongue inside. Sighing deeply, she crossed her booted ankles behind my neck, locking me in place and started to lightly pulse her hips against my mouth, driving my stiffened tongue farther inside.