Two Vixens

Mistress Charlotte and Mistress Ruben: Two Vixens!

Mistresses Charlotte and Ruben are both very experienced and compliment each other in many of the activities in which they engage. Their close friendship enables them to give their clients something a little more special. If you are at all curious come and visit these two amazing ladies.

Two Vixens

Mistress Ruben & Mistress Charlotte are in the main dungeon facing each other smiling wickedly as they await for the arrival of the slave the receptionist is about to bring to them. The Slave unfortunately has never had the pleasure in meeting these two lovely ladies in person. He organised his session via the phone requesting a "no-mercy" session - leaving it up to the Mistresses to decide his fate. They have instructed Helen the receptionist to prepare the slave before he graces their presence.

He is to be naked, his hands should be tied behind his back and he will wear a blindfold. In the final minutes of the slave's preparation, Helen gives the slave a fearful but compassionate look before she blindfolds him, as she knows only too well what this poor man is about to endure. She instructs him to walk slowing behind her as she leads him towards the main dungeon, the slave follows obligingly, transfixed by the smell of her sweet feminine perfume. His journey with Helen is almost over now as his finds himself standing still and hears her knocking on the door. He does not hear a response buts feels himself being pulled along by the leash, followed by the softly spoken voice of one the Mistresses that said "Thank you Helen, that will be all for now."

Immediately Mistress Ruben and Mistress Charlotte walk towards the slave. Mistress Ruben faces him and Mistress Charlotte stands behind him. Once again he hears that soft seductive voice. "Lets begin with a through inspection shall we?" Then another voice a little stronger yet equally seductive "Yes lets find where this slaves potential truly lies."
For brief moment the slave feels warmly safe and secure as both Mistresses begin their examination. No hands of course. The slave hasn't done anything to deserve the gift of touch. A riding crop directs the slave into position. Various probes enter the already dribbling orifices. A lash brings the penis erect until the motions of the slave's body indicate it's eagerness for more. Humiliation is the language all slaves understand. What this slave is about to learn is how penetrating the spoken word alone can be. As the ego is stripped slowly away the real fibre of the slave is exposed. It's needs driving it further and further into the web these two vixens weave. The click of their stilettos is the only reward as the two work together as one, building the need to a craving as the slave is stretched to it's limits, straining under the tension of rope and chain. Fingernails give way to clamps and the burn of the whip as the Mistresses work the way through the evil array of tools at their disposal. Imagination gives way to reality as the slave is pushed further and harder than fantasy had initially elected in this wretches limited imaginings.
"Mercy? Did you hear something Mistress?" Another red hot line is traced across the soft skin of the exposed arse. Begging is an art and these two consider themselves artists. Sincerity is sometimes hard to fine in cold and unfamiliar surroundings such as these but as always it finally finds voice. Pride may be wounded, a bruised and battered body may be the price of discovery, but release is not a consideration until the slave's cock gives in. It drives this meeting. It gives permission and says when and enough. Laughter fills the slaves ears. "Why did I come here? God no, Christ yes." And on and on. The game that was his belongs to them. These minutes endured became hours and then days in a slave's mind until the Mistresses become a part of every thought. Familiarity takes the edge off the stinging reality of the scourge these two unleash. "Perhaps another visit. Why not? After all it 's not real. Is it?"