To develop perfect control over the submissive partner, the dominate must show her, at the beginning, that he is her Master. He must maintain control, at all times. When the submissive partner disobeys, she must be punished. At no time is the dominate to allow the submissive to have control. Specific instructions must be followed before the training/sex session can commence.

The Dominate’s Pre-Participation Instructions:

1) The dominate partner is to bathe prior to participation with the submissive. Hair, nails, and body must be clean. Cleansing the mouth is important to promote pleasant contact with the submissive. The use of a rag with salt is used to clean the teeth, followed by rinsing the mouth with a mixture of spearmint leaves and water (already boiled and cooled to room temperature).

2) Hair is to be towel-dried and combed but does not have to be pulled off the shoulders. Face is to be clean-shaven to prevent irritation to the submissive’s delicate skin. Hair around the genitalia is to be trimmed short or shaved off.

3) The dominate partner is to use the chamber pot prior to dressing and to rinse off his genitalia and anus.

4) The dominate partner is to redress after bathing, but only in breeches, no shoes, blouse, or jacket.

5) Wine is to be drunk, not whiskey, rum, cognac, or hard liquor. The dominate is to prepare - but not pour - two glasses and open the bottle of wine to breathe.

6) The dominate may opt to prepare and have at his disposal, a Westerly aphrodisiac for added pleasure, (recipe enclosed in the final chapter).

7) Tobacco, pipes, opium, cocaine, and the like are not to be used within twelve hours of participation, or during the act of Dominate/Submissive control. The use of these stimulants may alter the mental activity, arousal response, and diminish the effects of pleasure.

8) Meals, food, and snacks are to be provided for the dominate/submissive partners during each encounter. If the dominate chooses to engage in the minimum allotted time, a full meal must be provided and served no less than one hour after the beginning of the event, and a snack is to be served no later than one half-hour prior to the completion of time. The meal must consist of a meat, a vegetable, and a bread product.

9) A comfortable chair is to be available for the dominate who will await the arrival of the submissive. A small table will be placed next to the chair which will hold the wine, glasses, tools, etc., which must be within the reach of the dominate.

10) The room is to be prepared by the dominate, so he will be familiar with the layout and the items at his disposal.

These items include:

a. A leather riding-whip, or a six-inch round wooden board, covered and bound in leather or cloth with a four-inch handle. This is to be used for correction, stimulation, punishment, or teasing of the submissive.

b. A blindfold, a cloth mouth gag, and a Diletto, Le Trémoussoir, and/or a wooden or marble phallus.

c. A bed which is to be made with a bottom sheet to cover the mattress, a top sheet, two blankets, and two pillows.

d. Hand and feet restraints need to be secured to the bed’s head and foot. (These may be in the form of ties, binds, ropes, or shackles).

e. The floor must be clear of all objects and debris and must be covered by either a rug or carpeting.

f. A bench, trunk, or chest near or at the foot of the bed.

g. A fireplace or stove lit to warm the room, and easily extinguishable.

h. A soft mat, thick rug, or blanket is to be placed beside the fireplace hearth.

i. A comfortable chair and small side table for the dominate’s comfort and use.

j. A washstand with basin, pitcher, clean rags, a leather wine bota bag, freshwater, and lemon juice.

k. A contraception sponge soaked in lemon juice.

11) The submissive is to be called by name, or by the terms whore, slut, tramp, or bitch. Endearments will lower the dominate’s control over the submissive.

12) The dominate is to sit in the chair, which is to face the entrance of the room and await the arrival of the submissive. He is to be sober and alert.

The Submissive’s Pre-Participation Instructions:

1) The submissive’s hair on her legs, under her arms, and over the genitalia is to be shaven off or removed with sugaring (instructions are enclosed in the final chapter).

2) The submissive is to dress in the attire decided by the dominate, or dress in the provided dressing gown.

3) The submissive is to remove all undergarments, stockings, and shoes.

4) The submissive will walk silently to the dominate’s room and knock on the entrance door. She is to wait silently until ordered to enter.

5) The submissive is to close the door and, if provided, lock it. She is to stand with hands at her side, head down and eyes cast to the floor, and await orders from the dominate.

6) After inspection from the dominate, the submissive is to remove her clothing and bathe in the presence of the dominate.

7) The submissive is to wash her hair, nails, body, breasts, genitalia, and anus thoroughly.

8) The submissive is to use the chamber pot, then fill the leather wine bota bag with a mixture of freshwater and lemon juice. She is to insert the horn into the vagina, therefore, rinsing out the inside of her portal.

9) Upon cleansing her body, the submissive is to insert a sponge soaked in lemon juice, into her vagina where it will remain until the session has ended.

10) Cleansing the mouth is important to promote pleasant contact with the dominate. The use of a rag with salt is used to clean the teeth, followed by rinsing the mouth with a mixture of spearmint leaves and water (already boiled and cooled to room temperature).

11) The submissive is to brush or comb her hair and tie it back or braid it off the shoulders.

12) Once clean, the submissive is to kneel naked on the mat beside the fireplace or stove. She is not permitted to use the towel to dry her body. Her knees are to be parted, hands resting comfortably on her thighs, eyes cast to the floor, with her head down.

13) The submissive is to call the dominate Master, at all times. She is to answer each of his questions without hesitation and is not permitted to look at him unless by his request alone.

Ian stood at the helm of his ship watching as the crew worked to get the Iron-Fist ready to sail. They would be ready to leave port in a few days, fully stocked and equipped for another extended voyage. Ian had ordered a variety of new supplies, including new beds and hammocks for the crew. He was determined to keep the men comfortable for a few more years of hard work and service. The new block pulleys had been put into place, while the shrouds were secured tightly for future use.

He tried to concentrate on the sights he was looking at, but he was having a very difficult time forgetting everything he had read over the past few hours. Edward’s details were specific enough for anyone to understand and had caused a heat to grow between his legs that wasn’t about to cool off without the assistance of a woman.

Red walked up the steps to stand next to his captain and leaned against the railing. He knew Ian was nervous about his agreement to help Edward with his research, but he also knew his friend was looking forward to discovering what the man had to teach him. In a way, Red was jealous that Ian was going to be having sex with two beautiful women, even though they were going to be supervised.

“According to Edward’s notes, this should take a few hours,” Ian said as he straightened his sword’s sheath next to his side in a nervous action. “I should be back by sunset, and I’ll relieve you at watch, so you can go to town.”

“Aye,” Red said in his usual monotone voice. “Have you decided when we’re leaving port?”

Red knew, if he could keep Ian’s mind off the events that were about to commence, he might supply the captain with enough strength to keep his composure in front of his men.

“We’ll leave at first tide,” Ian answered as he glanced out to the dock and watched as the hackney was pulled upwards.

Inside, his stomach was jumping like a schoolboy about to meet his best girl’s father, but on the outside, he remained calm and collected - or so he hoped.

“I want the men to get their playing over with tonight. We won’t be making port again for several weeks.”

“Have you set a course yet, Cap’n?” Red asked, walking with Ian to the lower deck.

“We haven’t been to the Caribbean in quite a while,” Ian added. “I think it might be time to reacquaint ourselves with a little sunshine and a few naked women.”

“Sounds great. I know the men will enjoy it.”

“As will we all,” Ian chuckled, then turned back to Red and noticed several of the men had stopped their work to watch him.

The rumor of what he was about to do had spread like wildfire among the crew. The men were anxious to hear the details of the events, and how they might volunteer for the next session.

“Get the ship ready,” Ian added before turning and walking down the plank to the docks where the driver of the carriage was waiting for him.

“Aye, Cap’n, and don’t worry, we’ll be ready when you are,” Red answered and remained near the railing as his friend climbed into the hackney.

Ian sat silently in the worn upholstered interior of the small carriage, wondering why he ever agreed to this insanity. True, the idea of having sex with two very beautiful women was beyond appealing, but to be watched while doing it, was something completely…bizarre.

The cab rocked and bounced along the uneven road as it took him further away from the docks. He drew a deep breath and admitted, at least to himself, that he was nervous as hell. If it wasn’t for the way he was brought up, and the reputation he had for never telling a lie, he would have rescinded his agreement with the king.

Within minutes, the cab slowed to a halt and the hard-rocking of the carriage informed him the driver had climbed down from the seat. Ian quickly took stock to his attire and adjusted his sword again. He had spent nearly an hour trying to decide on what to wear - though he was certain he wouldn’t have his clothes on for long - and how to wear his hair. He had reviewed Edward’s notes more than a dozen times trying to visualize how the event was going to play out. All he could grasp at this point was that the women would be under his control. That idea, in itself, made his blood boil.

Ian stepped down from the hackney and looked around at his surroundings. The house was small but well cared for with its whitewashed exterior, flower garden, and cobblestone path. It sat on a cliff overlooking the sea, and a soft breeze brought the smell of saltwater to the area. A small, worn hitching post fence divided the front of the property from the road, and a water trough stood ready for the cab’s team to partake of it.

Edward stepped out onto a narrow porch that ran along the front of the house and smiled as he waved. Ian looked awkwardly to the hackney driver who stared at him wide-eyed. He had picked up this man from a pirate’s ship, delivered him to a quaint cottage, and was greeted by a man who had claimed to be a king.

He had no idea what was going on here, but he wasn’t going to hang around long enough to find out. Edward had already paid him and ordered him to return in four hours. He was back in his seat in seconds, pulling the horses around in the road, and heading back where he came from.

Ian watched the cab pull away before glancing back to Edward who had been joined at the door by Teresa and Tracy. He drew a deep breath before walking up the path to the smiling trio. Life was about to become very interesting, and he knew that delaying it wouldn’t be worth the trouble of explaining away his nerves. Besides, he was about to have sex with two women. What man would want to turn down an offer like that?

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” Edward said, glancing up as his guest stepped into the room.

Ian had bathed in an attached wash closet down the hall, shaved - as instructed - and groomed a particular part of his body, that had never been touched by anything close to a razor before. His hair was still damp, his broad muscular chest void of clothing, and his feet bare on the soft rug on the floor. He couldn’t help but feel the sting of excitement for what was about to happen.

“There are no thanks necessary,” Ian lied, wondering how much this day would have cost the king had he been forced to hire another man. “To be honest, my curiosity was peaked, and I had to know more. I’ve never made love to a woman in this manner before.”

“If this goes as well as I am hoping, I plan to open another three to five bordellos on Westerly by the end of next year,” Edward said with a smile.

Before they could continue speaking, Edward took a cloth handkerchief from his pocket and began coughing into it. Ian watched for several long seconds until the man gained control again. He wiped his mouth and returned the cloth to his pocket, then forced a smile across his aging face.

“Are you alright?” Ian asked with a frown.

He had only heard a cough like that once before, and that was hours before his grandfather died from Tuberculosis.

“I’m quite alright,” Edward said with a wave of his hand. “Nothing to worry about, now do you have any questions before we get started?”

“Where do I start?” Ian chuckled as he walked to the tub and washstand. “What is the idea behind the use of lemon juice?” he asked as he picked up the bottle of yellow liquid setting beside the washbowl and sniffed it.

“It’s for contraception,” Edward explained as he walked up next to him. “The sponges act as a barrier and the juice kills the semen that might slip through. I doubt there are a lot of men, much less working girls, who are eager to become parents.”

“I know I’m not,” Ian said with a nod, thankful for at least one aspect of the man’s research. “What’s the Westerly Aphrodisiac?”

“It’s a combination of coconut milk and powdered kava-kava root. It acts as a stimulant for sexual arousal. I have a few other recipes from Egypt and Asia, but the ingredients for this one, are readily available on Westerly, so the reason for the name.”

“Why don’t the women dry off after their bath?”

“It’s another step in the process of control,” Edward smiled. “If they are naked and cold, they are vulnerable. As their Master, you can leave the fire off - which is just cruel - or you can choose to allow them to warm themselves beside it before beginning.”

“And the mats?”

“As a dog is trained to sleep on a rug or a pillow, the women are trained to wait on their mat for instructions. It’s all a matter of power. Who has it and who accepts it. Unlike a lot of the cultures I have encountered throughout the world, this is temporary. The domination will last three hours, or overnight, but never more than twelve hours. Control can get out of hand quickly, which is why this is so precise, and everything has been outlined.”

“I don’t understand,” Ian said walking back to the side table next to the chair. “I thought this was for complete control over a woman. How can that get out of hand?”

“Deviating from the agenda could prove devastating for both partners, particularly the female. I’ve seen a lot of men who have gone power crazy. Their women are little more than slaves. Obeying every wish, every command of the man. I don’t want this for any of the women who work at one of my homes.”

“What kind of jobs are you offering them? I know whores can make a living, but you make it sound like they are to be in servitude forever.”

“Not at all,” Edward said with a shocked expression. “At first the women will need to work many long hours, but once the rest of the homes are in place, it is my desire that the women will be available for three full days a week, working twelve hours a day. Once they have worked their hours, they can do what they wish. If they desire to attend school and learn to read and write, then they may. If they choose to develop a relationship with a man outside the home, then they may. It’s all up to them what they do during their time off.”

“I can’t imagine a man would allow his wife to service the sexual needs of other men,” Ian said with a frown.

“If the time comes that the women should wish to marry, then the choice is theirs if they stay or leave. My bordellos will be in the business of pleasuring men, not enslaving women.”

“You’re a very odd man, Edward,” Ian said, folding his large arms across his muscular chest. “You’re teaching men to control women sexually, but you aren’t willing to allow the women to be controlled.”

“Sexual control is one thing, domination through pleasure is fascinating and erotic, but forced power over another human being is barbaric. We do not endorse slavery on Westerly, and we never will. That includes the women of the bordellos. They will be paid well through their gratuities, with free shelter and food and medical care. That’s far from being enslavement.”

“I think I’d like to see this island of yours one day,” Ian chuckled again. “Tell me, do the women run around the island naked like in the Bahamas?”

“Only during certain festivities,” Edward laughed. “And we have a lot of celebrations.”

Ian laughed at the raised eyebrows of the older man, wondering briefly why a man would want to leave an island that offered so much…beauty.

“I’ll leave you to make certain the room is ready, and I’ll go get the girls. Do you remember the instructions?” Edward continued, stepping to the door.

“Yes, of course,” Ian answered, watching the smile increase across Edward’s face before he left the room.

“Good, good,” he muttered, leaving the room and the man alone to contemplate the events of the day.

Ian paced his way around the room, He inspected the bed, and the blue silk ties secured to the four posts. There were several items laid out on the small table beside a large, overstuffed wingback chair, and he eyed each one in turn.

The whip he recognized, though the thong was smaller as was the leather-wrapped stock. Next to it was a matching cat-o-nines. It was much different than the ones he used on the Iron-Fist. This one was smaller with narrow strips of leather, while the stock was short, as the whip, and bound in leather. Next to it was a long narrow phallus made of smooth polished wood, a dark blue padded eye mask - like the one his mother used when she had a headache - a thick strip of padded cloth, and a small bottle of olive oil.

He felt it again. His nerves jumped inside his stomach like whales in the Arctic. He picked up the bottle of wine and popped the cork but stopped before tipping it to his lips. He had to remain in control, and he had to follow Edward’s instructions, even if it killed him.

Out of desperation to control his apprehension, Ian sat down in the chair and began to tap his fingers on the upholstered arm. A small clock ticked softly on the fireplace mantel, and he began to feel the seconds as they passed. He felt hot, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the smoldering fireplace or the events about to take place.

Before he had a chance to decide, the door opened, and Edward stepped in. The smile on his face was like that of a small child entering his birthday party. He was excited and eager to see his plan come to life. He stepped aside and allowed the girls to walk into the room before closing the door. With very quiet steps, Edward moved to a wingback chair sitting in the corner of the room and sat down, picking up his notebook and pen from the small table beside him.

Ian’s eyes moved from Edward to Teresa and Tracy who stood beside a large double size metal washtub, hands to their sides, heads down and eyes looking at the floor. His stomach jumped again as he thought back on the instructions Edward had written. It was time to inspect the girls, but he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to move his feet beneath him.

He sat there for several ticks of the clock before he gained enough strength to rise from the chair. He glanced at the table and picked up the riding crop, then slowly walked to where the girls stood waiting. He passed the tub and glanced in to the water. It had been filled a short time ago before the staff was sent home, though he was certain it was cold by now.

Walking behind the girls, he felt himself begin to relax and fall into the role he was supposed to play. He looked at the thin dressing gowns covering their slender frames and admired the outline of their round bottoms beneath the silky material. Teresa was in a light blue floral gown with a matching sash tied to her waist, while Tracy was in a dark purple gown and sash. The heat in his blood increased with the sight of them. The knowledge of their naked bodies waiting for his touch brought a smile to his lips.

Slowly, he ran the crop down their backs, one after the other, gently slapping their bottoms through the thin material. The girls didn’t utter a sound, but gasped softly at the action, making the smile widen across his lips. With small steps, he moved to the front of the girls and grinned wickedly. He lifted the whip to Teresa’s chest, gently caressing the hard peak of her nipple through the silky fabric.

Reaching forward, he untied the sash and pushed the gown open, then grabbed her right breast in his hand and gently squeezed. The urge to make her speak was overwhelming. He wanted to break her control and see how far he could push her until she begged him to take her, but before he could think further Edward cleared his throat.

As if knowing what Ian was trying to do, he quietly said, “the girl only gets six opportunities of being corrected before you stop what you’re doing and punish her. You need to explain the rules to them as you move forward.”

Ian nodded and pinched Teresa’s nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twisting it until she gasped. The wicked smile widened, and he lowered his hand down her stomach to her smooth, hair-free pubic area. Inwardly he moaned. This was going to be harder on him then it was on the girls.

“Six strikes, the king says,” Ian said in a quiet hushed tone, as he slid a finger between her vaginal lips. “Let’s see how strong you are.”

He inserted his long middle finger into her moist canal and began thrusting it, moving it in small circles as he stood in front of her. Teresa gasped, closing her eyes and moaning.

“That’s one,” Ian said in a loud whisper, removing his finger, and slipping it beneath her chin. He tipped her head up so he could look into her eyes. “You have five to go.”

Teresa lowered her eyes and fought the smile from stealing across her lips.

“Do you understand me, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes Master,” she answered in just as quiet of a tone as his.

Ian continued to smile as he walked to the chair and sat down, glancing at Edward who was busy jotting down notes. He looked back to the girls who continued to stand obediently in front of him, Teresa’s gown undone and exposing her beautiful body. He had a very wicked thought. A thought he had since he was a young man with a body that was maturing rapidly.

His younger sister’s Nanny was very attractive and easy to seduce. She was his first sexual encounter, and he used her often. She was young, barely seventeen, well-endowed and sexy. He spent over a year playing and exploring the girl, all the while taking advantage of one of the chambermaids. Both were the delight of a teen boy’s fantasies, but he never had the courage to bed them together.

Over the years, he had taken more than one woman to bed at a time, but their attention was always on him. He had a deep desire to see what two women would do as a team. As a young boy, raised in a proper British household, with a God-fearing Catholic Duke for a father, he could never ask his staff to participate in his perverted ideas. Teresa and Tracy, however, were whores. Experienced, well used, and as they told him earlier that morning, familiar with each other.

“Teresa,” he began after steering his eagerness from his voice. “I want you to undress your friend. Do it slowly and allow your hands to caress her body as you remove the material.”

“Yes Master,” Teresa said and turned to face Tracy.

Doing as ordered, Teresa unlaced the sash around her friend’s middle and pulled it lose. Slowly, she moved the material off her breasts, allowing her fingers to slide gently over Tracy’s skin, then pushed it down her arms, keeping hold of the material. She continued to slide her fingers across the woman’s alabaster skin as she lowered herself to her knees, pulling the gown and her hands across her friend’s buttocks. Once the material lay on the floor, she stood back up, trailing her fingers up the front of Tracy, then lowered her arms and turned to face Ian, eyes cast downwards.

“Very nicely done…” Ian paused glancing at Edward who looked up.

He was about to call her love as he did all his whores but remembered he could not label them with endearments.

“Tracy,” he continued a moment later, “I want you to finish undressing your partner.”

Tracy turned and did as ordered, allowing her hands to caress Teresa’s shoulders as she had done to her moments before. Suddenly, the action caught Ian’s attention and triggered an erotic, alluring signal inside his head.

“Stop,” he ordered quickly watching as Tracy stilled her hands. “I never gave you permission to touch her body. That’s one against you. Now do as you were told.”

“Yes Master,” Tracy answered and dropped the gown to the floor, then turned back around.

Ian glanced at Edward who was smiling proudly at the correction. This was much more fun than Ian had anticipated, and his growing erection proved his interest in the game.

“Tell me, Tracy, do you like your friend’s body?” Ian asked softly.

“Yes Master,” she answered in a quiet voice.

“Do you want to touch it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then take her by the hand and lead her to the bath. You’re to use the soap and wash Teresa’s lovely body. Pay very particular attention to all points of interest.”

“Yes Master,” the girl answered, and Ian watched closely as she slipped her hand inside her friend’s and guided her to the tub.

The following minutes were the most erotic Ian had ever witnessed. He watched Tracy lather the soap and slowly spread the suds across Teresa’s body. He was getting harder, more aroused, while the girls shivered slightly in the cool water. The fire had all but died down and he knew, if the girls were to sit in front of the hearth, even though it was a very warm day outside, they would be chilled without the heat. As the girls continued to bathe each other - by the king’s permission, of course - Ian stoked life back into the fire.

Ten minutes later, the girls were clean, hair washed, combed, and pulled off their necks in braids. Ian glanced at Edward. He knew the rules but wasn’t sure how to instruct the girls further.

“Teresa,” Edward began seeing the questions in his young friend’s eyes. “Take the bota bag and fill it with the lemon water.”

“Yes Master,” she answered and poured some of the water from the pitcher into the bowl then poured some lemon juice from a corked bottle into the water. She mixed it with her fingers, then laid the leather pouch beneath the surface of the sour liquid and filled it.

“Now, insert the horn into Tracy’s vagina and squeeze the water out.”

Teresa did as she was ordered, and Ian smiled at the soft gasp against the cold water washing the inside of her body. A few minutes later, the bag was empty, and the girls stood patiently waiting for more orders.

“Tracy, wash Teresa,” Ian ordered, fighting to keep his hands off his enlarged penis. “Now the sponges,” he instructed once they had finished cleaning was complete. “Insert them into each other’s pussies.”

Ian’s smile turned wanton, watching the girls use their fingers to push the wet sponges inside their friend’s vaginas. It was a sight he had never imagined he would witness, nor consider enjoying.

The girls were washed, their mouths and teeth clean. They knelt on the soft mats next to the raging fire, warming their chilled bodies. Ian looked them over from head to knee and nearly growled with need. Their hands lay comfortably on their thighs, as they sat with their legs spread, heads down and eyes looking at the floor.

Edward stepped to Ian’s side and whispered softly in his ear, then returned to his corner. Ian smiled as he picked up the riding crop again. It was his turn for satisfaction.

“Teresa,” he began, adjusting his position in his seat. “I can’t see between your legs. Spread them further apart. Show me your pussy.”

He smiled as the girl did as instructed, lifting her bottom up slightly to position herself on her knees higher. He could see the girl’s vaginal lips spread open, the tip of her clitoris peeking out from between.

“Very good,” Ian continued. “Now come to me like a good whore.”

Teresa moved to her hands and knees and began to crawl toward him, her eyes watching the floor as she moved. Once she reached his bare feet, she stopped and sat back down on her knees. Ian was about to issue more orders when Edward cleared his throat. He shook his head softly, and Ian frowned. He thought for a moment about what had just happened and realized what Edward was trying to say.

He lifted her chin, so she had no choice but to look into his handsome face. The angry glare he offered her was heart-stopping, her blood froze in her veins, and her heart seemed to stop beating. For the first time since meeting him, she could see the pirate so many feared.

“You disobeyed me,” he told her in a quiet tone. “You did not answer my orders and I did not give you permission to sit. That makes three strikes. You need to learn obedience, and you need to understand who is in control. Three more strikes and I’ll stop what we’re doing, and you will be punished. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Master,” she answered softly.

“Now, let’s try again,” Ian continued releasing her chin. “I want you to unlace my breeches.”

Teresa sat silently, not moving, not speaking. Ian frowned. He had given her an order and she was not following it, but before he could question her on it, she cleared her throat softly.

“I beg your pardon Master,” she said in a weak tone. “How would you like me to unlace them?”

Ian smiled. That’s what she was waiting for. Specific instructions.

“Use your teeth,” he said, surprised that he said that. He hadn’t been considering her using her mouth to unlace the ties - or so he thought.

“Yes Master,” Teresa answered and leaned forward.

She slipped the end of one lace between her teeth and pulled it lose, then did the same with the other. Once open, she began to unlace them, biting the leather laces, and pulling them free.

Ian closed his eyes for a moment as her breath heated his engorged groin. He was definitely enjoying the control he had over this woman and was eager to see what else he could make her do.

“Now, pull it out and use your tongue. I want you to lick the shaft from base to tip,” he instructed.

Teresa hesitated for a moment before acknowledging his order. She leaned into his crotch and pulled the material of his breeches aside with her teeth. Using her tongue and mouth, she lifted him from his fabric imprisonment and slowly began licking the rock-hard length of him.

Ian was dying inside. He was fighting to contain his composure as the moist heat of her mouth bathed him. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he glanced up to see Tracy sitting obediently beside the fire.

“Tracy,” he said in a husky tone. “Come help this whore pleasure me.”

He watched the girl crawl toward him and silently acknowledged her lack of response to him. He was actually finding himself trying to catch the girls in their disobedience, so he could spank them. After reading Edward’s instructions on spanking, he realized it was for pleasure, his and theirs, and he wasn’t afraid to inflict a little pain.

Tracy reached his side and remained on her hands and knees as she began licking the length of Ian’s penis. He nearly cried out at the sensation of two mouths on him, and almost forgot about Tracy’s lack of acknowledgment.

“You have two strikes against you, whore,” he warned her, watching as she lifted her eyes to him and stopped the movement of her tongue.

“You did not acknowledge my orders. You have a third strike against you for stopping your tongue, and a fourth for looking at me without permission. Two more and you will stop what you’re doing and be punished. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Master,” Tracy said with a faint hint of a smile.

Ian suspected that she and Teresa understood the type of punishment they would receive, and he was also certain she was anxious to be spanked.

“Return to your orders and do not disobey me again,” he warned, watching as she continued running her hot tongue across his hard shaft. For a moment, he thought of the spanking he was going to give them. He was eager to make them suffer - a little at least - between the pleasures.

“Tracy, wrap your hand around me and start sucking,” Ian ordered and watched as Teresa stopped licking. “Teresa, there are other portions of my dick that need your attention,” he instructed and smiled as she acknowledged him and began licking the large sac that hung behind his shaft.

Ian looked to Tracy who began sucking on the tip of his penis. The sensations were outrageous, and he was nearly ready to explode, but he wanted to feel more before he let loose. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair, willing himself to experience the girl’s hot mouths. Within a few seconds, he was panting, his arousal was stronger than his will to continue and he quickly grabbed Tracy by the head.

“Share it with your friend,” he ordered, easing the length of his erection further into her mouth.

Tracy pulled back a few strokes later and allowed Teresa a turn at the sucking. One after another, they shared his manhood, sucking, and licking, tasting, teasing, and exciting him until he could bear no more. With a deep growl, he wrapped his own hand around his penis and pointed it at Teresa’s breasts. He growled like a wounded beast, spraying the heat of his orgasm across her body. A few moments later, he focused on the women in front of him.

With a slow smile, he looked at the residue of his climax as it slowly slid across the woman’s erect nipples. That was most likely the single most erotic experience he had ever had, and it was just the beginning. Ian ordered Tracy to help her friend clean the sticky moisture off and watched as they did as he ordered.

He glanced at the clock on the mantel. It had already been forty-five minutes. Soon, his afternoon would be over, and this would just be a wonderful memory. Until then, he was going to enjoy the pleasure of the game that was still ahead of them. He only wondered if he would ever be able to make love to another woman like he used to again.