The doorbell rang. The two men stood with heads bowed as Mistress Annette and Mistress Zena looked them up and down. Mistress Zena flicked the tip of her whip up between his legs and caught the dangling objects which he laughingly called his balls. His hands instantly clutched his injured nuts to protect and soothe them. Mistress Zena and Mistress Annette looked him over. There was a slight bulge in the front of the pants, but the two Dominas agreed that this was not intolerable.
He was warned, however, in no uncertain terms, that an increase in the size of the bulge at any time would result in drastic action being take against him. I might find a use for that thing later. Tim and Andy looked at the floor and contemplated what these stunningly attractive females were going to do with them.
They had visited the Dominas before and had suffered at their hands. There was no reason for them to believe that this afternoon would be any different. The wretched pair of slaves knelt with their faces down and their arses up. Andy felt the thin leather whip which Mistress Annette held, stroking his back.
He waited in petrified anticipation, wondering whether or not she would beat him. She looked down on him, this pitiful male specimen, mulling over whether or not she should give him his first whip-stroke of the afternoon.
Her skin was so perfect and so cool. His face rubbed against it for a millisecond as she twisted his hair around her long slender finger. They both remained still, both awaiting the inevitable.
