The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 6 - Our Knight in Welsh Armour

Twenty minutes later we were in our hotel room and I was calling Room Service to send up plenty of bottles of beer for Gareth and some spirits for Kelly and me. We settled Gareth in a chair with an open bottle while Kelly and I retired to the bathroom. We stripped off our sweaty outfits and showered together while we discussed what we were going to do with our guest and wondered what his reaction would be when he saw our male genitalia.

”Well, I’ve had a lot more experience of soldiers,” I declared as I soaped Kelly’s breasts. “And I think that it will not bother him. We’ve got good looks, legs and tits and we are going to give him some discipline and keep him well supplied with beer. He’s in heaven.”

Kelly pulled me against her body while she while she ran a sponge down my back, from my shoulders to my buttocks.

“I’d rather it be him finding out than Man Mountain down the road. I think he would have killed at least one of us if he had come across our dicks instead of pussies. We owe Gareth our lives, let’s go for it!”   

I nodded assent and then, turning off the shower, we rubbed each other dry and retouched our makeup. With towels wrapped round our bodies we returned to the bedroom where Gareth had almost finished his first bottle and was wore a vacant grin on his face. I poured a couple of stiff whiskies while Kelly opened her suitcase. She took out a black leather and metal studded slave collar with a matching slave belt and then tossed them onto Gareth’s lap.

“Strip off and put them on,” she commanded.

He held them up for a moment and then, as if a light bulb had been switched on his brain, he grinned, stood and began disrobing. I passed Kelly her drink and we silently toasted each other while discreetly keeping our fingers crossed.

Gareth had a bit of trouble understanding the slave belt but eventually inserted the dildo into his rectum and his penis into the sheath which he strapped back against his belly. When he was ready and had emptied his beer bottle, we took one of his wrists each, cuffed it and attached the other end to a pair of wall mounted light fittings. Gareth was beaming benignly at us but we both realised that, if he reacted badly, he could tear himself free without too much effort.

Kelly and I took another slug of whisky and, with our backs to Gareth, let our towels slip to the floor before turning round to face him. His eyes popped but I knew that he was looking at our naked chests and it was a moment or two before he noticed our groins. It took longer still for the information to register with his brain and he frowned in puzzlement. Then he grinned and licked his lips and, to my relief, I saw his penis swell and twitch within its restraints.

“Who are you?” he asked but was silenced when I pressed my naked body against his, kissing him on the lips and using my nails on his hips and groin. He shuddered and groaned as I rotated my breasts against his chest and then dug my nails into his nipples when I stepped back.          

This diverted his attention while Kelly fastened a white suspender belt around her waist, pulled on and attached a pair of tan stockings and then stepped into a pair of white high heeled shoes. She took over from me and began attaching crocodile clamps to Gareth’s nipples and other parts of his anatomy while I got dressed. My colour choice was black; corset, stockings and thigh boots.

Gareth was moaning and yelping as the tiny metal teeth bit into his flesh and I waggled some of them to make sure that they were secure. He howled when blood began to run down his skin and I threatened to gag him unless he kept the noise down.

Kelly touched me on the arm and whispered, “Ready?” At a nod from me, we both reached up and unclipped the cuffs from the light fittings, spun Gareth round and had him re-secured, with his face to the wall before he knew what was happening.

While Kelly lashed Gareth across the shoulders, hard enough to mark and hurt but not break the skin, I used my whip on his buttocks without holding back. When he started to scream, I paused long enough to gag him and then carried on beating him. We did this on and off for an hour, switching roles, rubbing our bare bodies against his, using our nails and stroking the wounds that we had inflicted.

Deciding to take a break, we released Gareth’s wrists, un-gagged him and gave him a beer and then Kelly and I lay on the bed together with our backs against the headboard, sipping more whisky. Gareth leant against the wall, seemingly oblivious to his wounds, swigging at his bottle and looking at us goggle-eyed.

Kelly and I had been aroused our work and the whisky and it was not long before we were snuggling up together, kissing and stroking each other.

“Oh shit!” Gareth exclaimed and began tearing at the leather straps on his penis. I slid off the bed, strode over and slapped him on the face.

“Did I give you permission to remove your belt, Slave?”

He gaped at me and then hung his head. “No Mistress”, he mumbled.

“Stand still,” I commanded and reached down to release the straps myself. His sheathed penis swung forward, twitching constantly and Gareth grimaced as he attempted to prevent ejaculation by self control. I undid a couple of press studs, removed the leather sheaf and grasped his penis. It wasn’t huge but was hard, full and erect. I could feel it throbbing against my fingers and when I used it to lead Gareth to the bed; I knew that he could erupt at any moment.

“Mistress Snow, look at this slave. He was about to come without our permission and waste the spunk that belongs to us. What shall we do with him?”

“Well,” Kelly drawled. “Good spunk certainly shouldn’t go to waste and we will have to replace any that comes out.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and drew Gareth’s penis into my mouth and only had time for a few licks at his glans before it erupted down my mouth and I had to swallow to avoid choking. Meanwhile, Kelly had slipped of the bed, swiftly cuffed Gareth’s wrists behind his back and then sat down beside me. My mouth was now full, so I pinched the stem of Gareth’s shaft to halt the flow, causing him to groan and twist with frustration while I licked his glans clean, and then passed the twitching penis to Kelly. When her lips had closed around the member I released my grip and Kelly’s cheeks puffed out as the semen was pumped into them. After swallowing Gareth’s cum, I stood up and raked my nails across the purple wheals on his shoulders. He twisted and his hips jerked forward ensuring that the last drops of his seed spilled into Kelly’s mouth. She too licked the tip clean and then let Gareth’s penis swing free. I dug my nails into his shoulders and my lips close to his ear.

“Slave, that was our thank you for coming to our rescue. You will now use your mouth to relieve Mistress Snow and myself. You will be gentle, you will not use your teeth and you will not spill one drop of our precious liquid. Do you understand?” I emphasised my instructions by gripping his subsiding penis and pressing a nail into the purple glans. When he had grimaced and nodded I pushed him to his knees between Kelly’s legs so that he could take her shaft in his mouth. His head was soon bobbing up and down and Kelly was arching her back and stretching her legs as her orgasm approached. When her breasts started bobbing up and down, she put her hands behind Gareth’s neck and pulled his head deeper into her groin. Her mouth opened and she wheezed for breath, her body spasmed and Gareth made a gurgling sound. I waited impatiently for them to finish because my own penis was swollen and rigid and I was almost hopping from one foot to another.

At last, Kelly took hold of Gareth’s ears and tugged his head away backwards; she paused to check his face and then leant forward herself to lick a few pearly drops from the corners of his mouth before pushing him away and standing up.

“All yours, Storm”, she declared and then added in a lower voice, “He’s good.”

I decided to lie back on the bed with my head on the pillows, which meant that Kelly had to help Gareth scramble on and kneel between my spread-eagled legs. Kelly pushed Gareth’s head down and I gasped at the touch of his wet lips on my sensitive member. He manoeuvred it with his tongue so my glans was touch the palette at the back of his mouth and then began to slide his lips up and down my shaft. I came almost immediately, an electric shock spreading out from my groin, up my spine and out my limbs to my hands and feet, making my flap about on the bed like a landed fish. My bum bounced up and down as my semen shot up my shaft and splattered down Gareth’s throat. He was good; gently controlling my penis with his lips and tongue and not letting it jerk out of his mouth. My eyes were closed as I strained to force every drop of sperm from my testicles when I felt Kelly’s hands on my breasts and her warm breath on my face before hips lips met mine. We kissed, our tongues touched and I reached up blindly to put my arms around her neck while her fingers pinched and rolled my erect nipples.

Kelly rolled off me when my orgasm finished and Gareth, having taken all my cum and licked my penis dry, raised his head to respectfully await further orders. I reached out and pulled him on top off me so that we could kiss and my tongue could search his mouth for any remains of our semen. The only trouble was that I the strong taste of beer in my mouth and I pushed him away so hard that, unable to use his arms, he rolled of the bed and landed on the floor.

“Do you smoke, Slave?” Kelly enquired, coming to the bed with two more full glasses of whiskey and my pack of cigarettes.

“Yes Mistress,” Gareth nodded and I got off the bed to un-cuff his wrists and open another bottle of beer for him while Kelly lit a cigarette and passed it to him. Some quiet minutes passed as we all drank and smoked, Gareth crouched on the floor, Kelly and I on the bed, occasionally stroking each others stockinged thighs.

I crushed my cigarette in an ashtray, emptied the glass down my throat and flicked the top of Gareth’s head to attract his attention.

“Slave! Mistress Snow and I are here in Copenhagen for one more night as I assume you are. Do you wish to stay with us until we all leave?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress,” Gareth was almost doglike in his affection, wanting to lick my hand and would have wagged his tail if he had possessed one.

“Gut!”  (I reverted to German when I was tired.) “Then it has been a long day and it is time for sleep. Do you need to use the bathroom?”

Gareth did and, when Kelly had hung the ‘Do not disturb’ notice on the outside door handle, we all went into the bathroom. I squatted on the bowl first and, when I had emptied my bladder, let Gareth suck the tip of my penis to make sure that all the drops had finished. He performed the same service for Kelly and then was permitted to use the toilet himself.

Back in the bedroom, he removed my boots, replaced the sheath on his penis, strapped it up and knelt on the floor by the dressing table. Kelly cuffed his wrists behind his back again, clipped one end a chain to the cuffs, looped it round a leg of the dressing table and fastened the other end to his collar. I threw a spare pillow on the floor for him to rest his head on and Kelly poured beer into a large glass ashtray, setting it down for him to lap at in the night.

A few minutes later, the lights were out and Kelly and I were in bed together, fast asleep in each others arms.

To continue this story, click Goodbye Gareth

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