Hello erotica readers. It has been quite a while since I posted. I recognize that I left this story with Marisa about to be fucked. I needed to finish this one. Hopefully this ending is enjoyed by all. If you haven't seen this series or need a refresher, you might want to start here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/mf6apy/controlled_by_the_pair_of_dice/

Also, I left another story as a cliffhanger. I'm planning to write a short series in the same world as Vanessa that will provide the answers readers are waiting for.

As always, I appreciate comments, feedback, and votes.

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His cock, Master’s cock was magical. It was long, thick, and filled Marisa perfectly. She was bent over the bench, Tim standing behind her, penetrating her wet pussy with his large cock. His thrusts were getting faster, which made it harder for her to watch Mary and Betty being whipped by Mistress Joanna.

But she could hear them. Her mother, Mary, was clearly more used to being whipped. Occasionally, she would yell out but it was less often and not as loud as Betty’s screams. Master Tim had previously cautioned Marisa that Betty might not be ready but perhaps that was only so that Joanna could be the one to initiate Betty into a world of masochism.

Mistress Joanna had already replaced the clothespins on anal slut’s tits, not just on her nipples but several more spread along the flesh of her breasts. Mistress had also done the same for Betty. For the blindfolded, gagged young slave, it was almost too much. However, she bore the pain of the clothespins as they pinched her flesh. When the whip first hit her breast knocking off two of the clothespins, Betty screamed through the gag.

Master Tim was loving the entire scene. Finally having his cock inside Marisa’s pussy and seeing his wife whipping two sexy slaves. As Joanna whipped Betty again, his fingers dug into Marisa’s hips and he fucked her harder. Marisa’s moans were audible when neither Betty nor Mary were screaming from their abuse. He wanted this fuck to last, but Marisa’s tight pussy and the abuse of two pain sluts was getting to be too much.

Tim pulled out of Marisa. She looked back, disappointed that she was suddenly empty. She too had been close to an orgasm but at least she was able to focus again on play in front of her. Mistress had now grabbed a set of nipple clamps. The clover clamps dug into Mary’s nipples, and with a chain connecting them, Mistress was able to pull on the clamps. Mary’s breasts were stretched at a 90 degree angle to her torso in front of her. This also ensured that each clothespin was as far apart from the others as they could be. Mistress Joanna now held a paddle rather than the whip. It was thin and wooden. She used one hand to pull on anal slut’s tits while the other expertly smacked each clothespin, one by one.

Tim moved back behind Marisa. He held a small butt plug, certainly smaller than what Marisa had previously experienced. With it lubed, he was able to slowly insert it inside of Marisa’s ass while she watched the last of the clothespins being removed from her mother’s tits with the paddle. To finish, Mistress allowed the chain to drop and swing, continuing to apply pressure to Mary’s nipples.

Marisa gasped at the intrusion. Any high she might have lost while Master’s cock was removed, had come back completely. In fact, as he once again inserted himself inside of Marisa’s wet hole, Marisa orgasmed.

“Good girl”, Tim stated as he gently rubbed her back before starting to plow her again. They both watched as Mistress Joanna grabbed a second pair of nipple clamps. This time for Betty. Joanna made eye contact with Tim as he made eye contact with her. They knew that they had each of these women right where they wanted them. Especially Marisa.

Joanna grabbed the blindfold on Betty and removed it. She wanted the slave to see exactly what was happening next. Betty watched as Mistress attached the clamps tightly to her already sensitive nipples. She saw and felt her tits stretched as the chain was pulled hard up and away from her body. She winced as Mistress brought the paddle down against the clothespin, first just to touch it, to rest against it. But the second time, Mistress brought the paddle through the clothespin. The clothespin had been sticking straight out, but the force of the paddle making full contact with it caused it to fly off of her flesh.

In the distance, she saw Marisa, naked and bent over. It was darker in that part of the room but she could see a figure behind Marisa. She knew it was Tim and assumed he was fucking her. Despite the lack of light on Marisa’s face, she could tell that Marisa was watching her tits being beaten and was enjoying it.

As the clothespins began to hit the floor again. Tim renewed his pounding of Marisa’s pussy. Having recently cum, the fucking felt better than before and she was approaching another orgasm. She grabbed onto the bench as best she could as Tim slammed his thick cock inside her hard and fast. Marisa was cumming again and wondering just how much more of this she could take. Or better put, how much longer Tim could last inside of her. She soon knew the answer as she felt the head of his penis engorge before he came while deep inside her pussy.

“Holy fuck Master!” Marisa exclaimed as Tim finished cumming inside of her, pulled out, and circled around to be face to face with her.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” Tim asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes, your cock is amazing!” Marisa said while still trying to catch her breath.

“And you should suck it clean for Master.”

Another time, another day, Marisa might have objected to the forwardness, to him using the term Master without calling her Mistress, but she didn’t. Marisa immediately put his still hard cock inside her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue. It felt familiar to her. For the first time, she was remembering this cock that she previously sucked during her time at the sex store, while she was locked in a room, made to service men through a gloryhole. He was one of many men, but somehow, his cock was quite memorable.

She sucked it as she reflected on her journey. One that started with her being a slave to a pair of dice. Dice that had been given to her, gifted, by her mother. A journey that continued to her taking control of her best friend, who also was made a slave by the magic dice. She enjoyed the power she felt while being in charge, while possessing Betty’s dice… and her orgasms. While cleaning Tim’s cock, she also realized how much she enjoyed being controlled, having someone else in charge of her body.

Tim stroked her hair as she continued to suck on him. He had an idea. He wasn’t sure she was ready but he decided to give it a shot. He whispered a question to Marisa. Removing the cock from her mouth, she looked up at him nodding her head.

“I have a devious trick to play on Betty, Mistress”, Master said. Marisa was intrigued and listened as he described a trick he once played on Mary. It sounded like a fun game and Marisa agreed to play the same trick on Betty.

Mistress Joanna quickly removed the last of the clothespins while Tim disappeared. Joanna was aware of the plan and was glad that Marisa had agreed to it. Both Tim and Joanna were certain that a good fuck might ensure Marisa would be willing.

Having finished punishing both slaves, Joanna released them and they all gathered near the still naked Tim and Marisa.

“Betty, you did well in sucking me earlier and enduring your painful session. But neither Mistress Marisa nor I believe that you should have a chance to cum over the next few days.” Hearing these words, plus the still lingering effect of the whip and paddle made Betty start to cry.

“Don’t worry Betty”, Master Tim continued, “Your dice will be safely kept in this locked box until we believe you have earned your next roll.”

Marisa had brought the dice but had kept them in a small case, as to avoid them being accidentally touched or rolled. She stepped forward and carefully placed them in Tim’s wooden box. The plan, she had been told, was to only lock them in the box for the rest of the day, while pretending she was their new slave. However, Marisa hadn’t been informed of the entire plan.

“Now kneel slave!” Marisa stated. Betty quickly did as she was told while Mistress Joanna stood behind her holding a slave collar that would soon be placed around her neck.

Meanwhile, Tim moved towards the edge of the room. The wooden box was locked and carefully placed inside a large safe. With the safe locked, the dice were now truly locked away from being touched or rolled for as long as Tim and Joanna wished. Tim picked up a second collar from the table. This one wasn’t for Betty, or for anal slut, it was for the now powerless Marisa. He stepped in front of Marisa.

“You too slut, kneel for Master.”

“But I thought… I had a title… I’m Mistress Marisa. I am not your slave!” Marisa quickly went from confused to upset. She felt her dominance in the room slowly slipping away. Betty might have enjoyed it if she wasn’t deep in thought, starting to comprehend that she may have completely lost her ability to orgasm.

“All the power you had is now gone. With Betty’s dice locked away, you don’t control her. Mistress Joanna and I control slave Betty as well as anal slut… and you” With his words, she understood her place. She was his submissive. The dice had taught her submission and he was reminding her it was her role.

Despite her initial protest, she recognized it was her true place in life. For a few days she played the role of a Domme, but it wasn’t her. He continued to speak as he moved behind her and gently pushed on her shoulder. Marisa dropped to her knees, taking her rightful place next to Betty and her mother.

“Good slave.” Tim said, as he and Joanna attached the metal collars to the two young slaves at the exact same time.

“The night is young, it is time for Master to fuck your third hole.”