Sometimes you just don't want to disobey your Mistess because she might just decide to retrain you.

Kayla and Phyllis arrived at Trish’s apartment laughing and giggling. They had some idea why Trish had called this special meeting of the group, and they were anticipating the fun they were promised by Trish. For the last month Trish complained that her submissive, Michael, had not been performing as obediently as she wanted. Several times at the Club Trish had mentioned that Michael was losing the discipline of his training. Only last week he had been loaned to Mistress Alysa who reported that he could not maintain his erection without coming.

Last night, at the Club, Trish had done a demonstration on the stage on how to erotically cane a submissive. Just as she was fondling his balls and teasing his rear with her cane, Michael started to come. It was never allowed for him to do that. And this was the last straw. It was time Michael had refresher lessons in obedience. In the middle of the performance Trish had to put the cock ring on him and included a chastity belt. She finished her performance with a demonstration on how to chastise a recalcitrant sub. Michael’s rear end was red by the end of the night, and Trish did not remove the ring and chastity device. He was left the night with a half erect cock and no way to relieve himself.

Phyllis and Kayla knew this morning would be fun. Trish was known for her wicked imagination and both strict and subtle chastisement of recalcitrant subs. So, they were merry and a little more than turned on when they arrived at Trish’s apartment.

Phyllis had worn her black and red leather bustier that cupped only the bottom portion of her ample breasts and stopped just before her flaring hips. Nothing else was beneath her bright flowered shift. Kayla wore her leather thong and bra with cutouts at the nipples. She, too, had nothing else on beneath her short shorts and cut-off top. Trish was already dressed in her black and red baby dolls with the crotchless panties. They were ready for action. As they were admiring each other’s costumes Michael knocked on the door.

Phyllis opened the door and could see the surprise that registered on his face. His jaw further dropped as he looked from Kayla to Trish. Obviously, this was not what he had expected.

Trish commanded, "Take off your jeans and shirt." With only a moment’s hesitation Michael obeyed the command. "Good, slut boy, I can see that you can still follow directions." Trish’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Michael wore only the cock ring and chastity cage Trish had locked on him last night and his erection was still half way up.

Trish reached for Michael’s balls and he winced. "I will teach you, slut boy, when you can and cannot orgasm. Is that clear?" menaced Trish, as she squeezed harder.

"Yes, Mistress, I have been bad lately,"

"Oh, not just bad, slut boy, more than bad, You have been completely disobedient and disrespectful, isn’t that right?"

"If you say so, Mistress." he cringed as she twisted his full sack and Kayla and Phyllis snickered.

"If I say so? You tell the ladies what you did with Mistress Alysa."

"Here? In front of everyone?" he whimpered.

"I gave you an order," she snapped as she gave his rounded rear a resounding thwack.

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress Alysa was giving me a caning and I came all over her shoes." Hopefully, he added, "I did lick it up, Mistress."

"As I hope you would. And what else?"

Michael hung his head and almost in a whisper, "Last night I almost came as your were doing your show, Mistress. I’m sorry. I need…want…love you so much I just can’t help myself," he stammered on.

"Well, we shall remedy that today with a bit more training. And Phyllis and Kayla will be helping me. It seems I need some assistance in making your training stick." She unlocked his chastity cage but left on the ring. "Go into the bathroom and wait, kneeling in front of the shower."

After giving Phyllis and Kayla detailed instructions, Trish went out onto the patio to prepare for the second half of Michael’s training.

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As they entered the bathroom, Kayla and Phyllis found Michael kneeling, facing the shower door with his hands face up on his thighs and his knees spread as wide as he could. Phyllis ordered, "Keep your knees spread, put your head to the floor and clasp your hands behind your head. You are not to move."

Michael could hear sounds behind him. He knew what was in the cupboard but hoped he would not be subjected to it. Kayla stood in front of him and Phyllis prepared Michael’s rear end. She liberally spread the lubricant around and into his anus. Slowly she inserted the nozzle. Michael knew against hope, that he would receive an enema. These were not the ones he liked. It was one for cleansing and punishment. Once inserted, Phyllis pumped the air balloon so the end would remain in Michael’s rear. The she opened the hose from the enema bag.

Michael felt the cold water enter his intestines. His muscles clenched as the chilled water threaded its way through his bowels. He started to buck but one firm slap on his rear from Kayla forced him to stop moving. "Much better," she crooned. He felt the water circle through the large intestines. The muscles involuntarily contracted but he kept his position. He knew he was expected to take the entire two quarts. Michael counted the seconds as he felt the water enter him. When he finally felt the water stop, Kayla put her bare foot on his rear and pushed him down flat on the floor.

"Please, Ma’am, let me stand."

"No," replied Kayla, "you will remain as you are until Phyllis gives you the command to rise."

Michael felt his abdominal muscles contract, almost with the intensity of an orgasm. Over and over the contractions were reflected in his rear as the anal muscles clenched and released around the nozzle. Finally, when the intensity of them stopped, Phyllis deflated the air around the nozzle and removed it from his rear. "Now, stand and remain standing until you are told to do otherwise."

He rose from the coolness of the tile floor and stood straight in front of Kayla. His penis was erect and he urgently desired to sit on the toilet in the corner. He clenched the muscles in his rear to avoid any embarrassment and to keep the cramps that were starting from bending him over. After watching him for what seemed an eternity, Phyllis gave the order for him to sit on the toilet facing the wall.

As he was relieving himself, Michael heard Phyllis cleaning the equipment and refilling the bag. He closed his eyes. He knew it would only make matters worse if he protested. When he was finished, Kayla gave him a large bottle of water and commanded him to drink it all. Then he was again ordered to assume the position on the bathroom floor.

Phyllis again lubricated his anus and inserted the nozzle and inflated the bulb. Michael waited for the discomfort of the previous enema. This time, though, the water was warm. It quickly raced through the already cleansed large intestines and entered the small. Michael could feel the warm liquid snaking its way through is body. Again his muscles contracted with the need to void. But he held himself steady. Once more, when he was finished, he was ordered to lay flat on the floor, only this time on his back. The nozzle remained inside him, a block to his releasing the water. Both Kayla and Phyllis massaged his lower abdomen. They could feel the movement of the water and hear the gurgling in his bowels. They giggled as they did this.

Michael wanted to hide and never see these women again. Both he and they felt his muscles contract. After one or two more contractions Phyllis allowed him to get up and removed the nozzle. But she did not let him sit. And he was beginning to feel the effects of the water had had been commanded to drink. Michael stood, clenching his rear to avoid the embarrassment again. He felt the muscles react on his penis. He wanted to orgasm, oh, how he wanted to orgasm. Not only did he need to orgasm from the enema, his penis was heavy with the need to relieve himself of the water he had drunk.

But Phyllis did not let him move. She cleaned the equipment and put it away. At least he was relieved that he would not receive another enema. But the need to void was growing stronger. A dribble escaped from his tortured penis.

"Hey, Phyllis," giggled Kayla. The slut boy can’t hold his water.

"Oh, dear," Phyllis replied in mock horror, "I guess we need to let him take care of his needs." Phyllis bent over his penis and removed the cock ring. The relief was almost instant. His cock rose to full erection. "I think it is OK for you to sit. Face the wall, again."

Michael felt the tension release throughout his body as he voided the water. He was thankful to have the ring removed. He had been in a state of perpetual excitement since last night. He almost came as he relieved himself. But he knew he would be punished for that. And he had no idea what these two women had been told to do by Trish if that should happen.

When he was finished, Kayla and Phyllis took him by the wrists, slipped on the PVC cuffs and led him to the shower. Trish’s shower was special. There were hooks all over the shower. Each of the women took an arm and stretched him between the walls, securing the cuffs to the walls with strong ropes. They did the same to his legs. Michael was spread eagled in the shower and they turned on all the jets. Not only did water fall down on him from the ceiling, but jets were directed at his rear and at his penis. Once he was completely wet, they women also entered the shower stall and rubbed his skin with coarse sponges and soap until his skin glowed pink.

Michael really didn’t mind this part of the cleansing ritual. It usually meant that some time during the day he would be making love to his worshipped Mistress Trish. When finished, they stepped out of the stall and once more turned on the water at full strength. The water spouts hitting his rear sphincter and his penis caused him to rise to full erection once more.

"Hey, Kayla, I think we have a problem here."

Kayla chuckled uncontrollably. "Gee, I guess we will have to put that ring back on, do ya think?"

Michael groaned as Kayla slid the ring under his balls and over his cock. Without drying him off, they led him, still in wrist and ankle cuffs, out to the patio. Though it was a warm spring day, goose bumps rose on his flesh as the dry desert air evaporated the water from his body.

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Michael could smell the sweetness of the oil that Trish used when she wanted him to lave her whole body as he approached the patio. Trish had been busy during the time Kayla and Phyllis had been working with Michael. Trish had laid out an array of toys while they had been taking care of him in the bathroom.

Maybe, just maybe, he thought to himself, the day might not be so bad after all.

Trish smiled, almost as though she would read his mind. It wasn’t a seductive smile, like when she wanted him to pleasure her and would then allow him to relieve himself. His feeling of relief quickly changed.

"Don’t worry, slut boy, we aren’t going to let you burn in the desert sun." Kayla, Phyllis and Trish all started to massage his body with sunscreen. It felt great. Three women were massaging every part of his body. Well, almost every part. They carefully stayed away from his erect penis. This Trish took for herself. Once the sunscreen was thoroughly rubbed into him, she took out another bottle. This was the one of the warming gel she had started using on him. It warmed his penis and balls and brought them to full attention when she wanted him to be. She slathered it over his erection and balls. Then she took out something new; she took out a beautifully black cock and ball sheath. It was a little tricky slipping it onto his penis and around his balls, but it was snug and he could feel the warming gel working. The sheath was a tight fit and he could feel the constriction. But it was also thin enough that he could feel her skin through the latex.

"You see, slut baby, we promised you we wouldn’t let you burn…any part of you." She smiled wickedly as she said it. "Now I want you to bend over the bar stool over there."

Once he was bending over the bar stool, Trish called over to Kayla, "Hey, doll, will you hand me that stainless steel thingy over there?" Kayla pointed at what looked like a hood ornament for an expensive car and Trish nodded. Let him hold it in his hands. I want him to feel it’s heft before I stick it in him."

Michael held out his hands. When the two pounds of stainless steel dropped into them his mouth opened in surprise. He didn’t have time to react as Trish started to liberally lube his newly cleaned anus. She slowly slipped it into him and he could feel its weight settle into his rear end as he took it in. Between the gel working on his penis and the plug being clenched by his anus, Michael wanted to come. Oh, how badly he wanted to come. He could hardly stand up when Phyllis and Kayla led him over to the railing that circled the second story patio of Trish’s apartment. He took an involuntary step backward. He could see people below. Trish had her crop in her hand and it landed hard on both sides of his ass cheeks.

"But, Mistress, Mistress Trish, please. People can see me."

"Yes, they can, but they will only see your backside. Ladies, secure him to the railing so he can watch us this afternoon."

Trish laid back on the huge chaise on which Michael had worshipped her before. It was back far enough from the edge no one could see. Today she had moved it so as she laid back, her upper body raised, she would watch Michael and he could clearly see her whole body. The light breeze wafted the strawberry scent she was fond of toward him. Just the odor of it roused his senses and he felt his penis being constricted by the sheath.

As Trish was preparing herself, Kayla and Phyllis were also getting ready for the performance they had planned for Michael. Phyllis’ favorite toy was a large black strap on dildo. The strap on was specially designed for her. Inside was a dildo for both her cunt and her ass and raised nubs that would rub against her clit. Beneath her bustier the black straps and dildo excited Michael. Once into the strap, Phyllis picked up some black clamps and walked over to Michael. Sliding the dildo under his penis, she rubbed herself against him and moaned as the inner toys rubbed her clit, cunt and ass. She ground her hips into his and as he tried to buck against her she snapped the clamps on to his nipples. He groaned in both frustration and pleasure.

Giggling, Phyllis stroked his hard penis through the sheath and walked away. While she had been teasing Michael, Kayla had been teasing Trish. Her legs were spread and Michael could see through the crotchless panties, the moisture starting to form on her lips. Kayla moved to Trish’s toes and started to lick them. She sucked each one separately, slurping sounds emanating from her as she suckled every toe of his Mistress’s feet. That was his job, and he was being denied that pleasure. He knew the contour of each toe and exactly where to place his tongue to give her the most pleasure. He struggled to free himself from the cuffs binding him to the railing. He groaned, frustrated he could not perform that task.

Phyllis had moved to Trish’s head and was kissing her. She pulled on Trish’s lower lip and nipped at her neck. Her tongue slid around Trish’s mouth until Trish sucked her tongue into her mouth and the two women locked into a long and passionate kiss that Michael could view from his vantage point.

While Phyllis and Trish were exchanging violent kisses, Kayla was working her way up Trish’s legs, tasting every inch of Trish’s sweetness. As she was performing this service for Trish, Kayla was moving her rear end, sliding her labia and clit across Trish’s legs.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly Phyllis moved her way down to Trish’s breast. Shortly both women were breast to mouth. Phyllis ripped open the thin fabric that covered Trish and grabbed hold of a nipple. The same time Trish grasped one of Phyllis’ nipples between her teeth and pulled on them hard. With one nipple in her mouth and the other massaging the other, twisting the nipples, both Trish and Phyllis were shortly moaning at the pleasure they were both giving and receiving. Kayla was grinding her mons on Trish’s leg as she was laving her way to the outer lips. All three women were enjoying each other as Michael writhed watching them. He had become oblivious to the possible eyes that could watch his rear bucking in an attempt to reach the women who were a writhing mass of passion.

Phyllis slid down to Trish’s mons and Trish took the hard dildo strap on into her mouth. She slid her tongue up and down, thoroughly watering the shaft and in doing so bringing Phyllis to her first orgasm by sucking so hard the toys at her clit, cunt and ass vibrated with Trish’s need.

Michael moaned once again in frustration. "Phyllis, will you please silence that slut boy with the gag on the table?"

Phyllis moved from Trish’s cunt and Kayla slid in between Trish’s widely spread legs where she started to lap loudly at the juices that were flowing. She buried her head and Michael could tell that her tongue was sliding in and out of that treasure chest while her nose was exciting Trish’s clit. Just as he moaned again Phyllis slid a penis gag into his mouth and secured it behind his head.

Phyllis returned to the scene and slid in behind Kayla. Moving her thong to the side she slid the black dildo slicked by Trish into Kayla’s cunt. For only a moment Kayla stopped as she gasped for breath and Phyllis started to pump the dildo in and out.

The tempo increased incredibly. Kayla was fucking Trish with her tongue and Phyllis was fucking both Kayla and herself with the strap on. Together, as if one, the women reached an orgasm. A communal scream rose into the spring air and a passerby or two looked up to see what was going on, but all they could see was what they thought was a man mooning them. And they chuckled. Once more Michael groaned, but this time it was muffled by the gag.

Michael was frantic. His cock throbbed in the ring and sheath. He wanted his Mistress. He was supposed to be the one giving her pleasure. He also wanted to come. He wanted to join in with all three of them, ram his overly engorged cock into Trish, thrust his fist into Kayla’s cunt and kiss-fuck Phyllis. He pulled at the restraints. Every time he bucked the tightness of the sheath reminded him he could not come and the two pounds of stainless steel in his rear urged him to an orgasm.

But the women were not finished with Michael. For more than two hours they pleasured themselves as he watched. They teased him. They looked him straight in the eye as they brought each other to one or more orgasm.

Finally, exhausted from pleasuring each other, the women dozed for a few minutes. Recovering first, Trish rose and walked over to Michael. She released him from the railing. She motioned him to his knees and he obeyed instantly. She removed his gag and thrust his head into her cunt. Lifting her leg over his shoulder, she allowed him to lick her one more time to orgasm.

Once finished, Trish sat on the edge of the lounger, legs spread wide so Michael could gaze at what he had missed all afternoon.

"Now, Michael, here is the deal. You leave now. "

"But Mistress…" he started to interrupt.

"Shut up, slut boy, or you will never get what you want. Do you understand?"

Michael looked at the floor of the patio and nodded.

"Now, here’s the deal. You leave now. You do not remove anything. You return here at 1:00 AM after I get off work. If…and I say if…there is nothing on the inside of that little sheath when I remove it… remember I remove it… then I just may allow you to give me some pleasure. I am not promising you any release. And if you pleasure me completely, I just might let you wear my chastity cage for the next month. Then we will see. Do you agree?"

Michael nodded.

"Now, go get ready for work. I will see you at the club at 4:00."

Michael gathered his clothes, put them on and left for his apartment. Trish chuckled wickedly. "Now, Ladies, it’s time for us to get ready for work. Anyone ready for a group shower?"

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