Mistress Barbara Pt. 36 - Sex Stories

Mistress Barbara Pt. 36

It seemed like eons waiting for Thursday, even though it was only a couple of days. We had all worked like, well, like slaves to prepare the house for Mistress' return. The place was practically gleaming from the kitchen and bathrooms down to the tiniest detail. Even the closets and garage were ready for a white glove inspection. Miss Robin didn't go to that extreme, but her examination of every detail was exceedingly thorough and impressive.

When we'd finished stripping the beds, remaking them and laundering the dirty linen She instructed us to attend to each other.

"Squeaky clean, inside and out."

Chloe, Grace, and I trooped off to the shower to make each other's bodies ready for inspection and any use that Mistress and Miss Lucy might wish to make of us.

Of course, that was the lightest duty we'd pulled in days, pretty pleasurable, too. Helping to wash Chloe's and Grace's wonderful bodies is about as far from torture as you can get.

"Aren't you hos clean yet?"

Robin called loudly into the bathroom. She strode in holding the wicked crop she favored for inflicting maximum pain.

"Get your asses out of there and dry each other off. Mistress Barbara will be here soon, and she expects clean slaves, ready for use."

We grabbed towels and began to dry each other. Robin pushed her crop crosswise between my teeth then picked out a rough textured one and used it to scrub between my legs painfully. She focused on my balls, abrading my scrotum and squeezing my ...

... testicles.

"I expect your Mistress will be eager to get her hands on her fucktoy's jewels, don't you think?"

"Yes, Miss Robin."

"When she left, she made a point of directing me to keep you in practice. She said you require regular genital conditioning. She likes hurting your cock and balls, doesn't she, fucktoy?"

"Yes, Miss Robin. They are hers."

"I enjoy it too."

Yes, Ma'am, I know that."

She mashed my balls against my pelvis. I cried out and whimpered as she ground them harshly.

"You like being handled roughly, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Robin."

Mistress' return was imminent, and Miss Robin had Chloe, Grace, and me line up facing the front door. We were posed carefully under the direction of her harsh crop.

"Present yourselves proudly, sluts."

She teased my cock with the popper, coaxing me to present Mistress' property at full staff. She shifted her focus to the underside of my scrotum, hefting my balls with a salubrious effect on my erection.

"Very nice, fucktoy, make me proud to return you ready for full use when your Mistress first sees your offering."

"Yes, Miss Robin."

A bead of precum emerged from my slit, glistening lightly golden. Miss Robin deftly collected it in the popper and brought it to my lips. I licked it and smiled at her.

"Thank you, Miss."

She handed me a bottle of lube.

"Bend over sluts."

The girls bent over so I could lube them. To say they seemed to enjoy it would be an understatement. They each thrust ...