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She was right. No relief. It would buzz and tingle, we'd get close to cumming; then it shut off. As soon as we'd settled enough, it would start again. In short order, all three of us had fluids running down their legs. No cum, not allowed by the equipment, just lubrication of horny slaves craving relief.
The two slaves came and gave us our break, releasing two at a time, rubbing our shoulders, upper back and upper arms, then stringing us up again. When the taller of the two girls did me, she whispered to me how brave she found me and licked and sucked my nipples for a few moments. Not enough to make me cum with the vibrations going on in my cunt and on my clit, but oh so close. I guessed her to be lesbian or bisexual going to a Mistress. The other one I wasn't sure of. She didn't fondle any of us, but perhaps she was afraid someone would cum and she'd pay for it.
The second time we were relieved, I asked for some water after the shorter girl massaged my shoulders and arms. I was given a glass with a straw in it and allowed to drink as much as I wanted. I thought I might increase the number of times I would be released by having to pee, but it's like pissing restarted my clock and when the others received their relief, I was left alone until my new hour expired. The only advantage was the Slave Trainer needed to be removed to use the toilet, but that didn't last long. From then on, I was on a different clock than the rest. The same happened to the others. If they used the bathroom, they were on a new clock. The slaves were going to be up regardless. It made no difference to them if we were on the same schedule.
The night was interminable. We couldn't really sleep, the position too uncomfortable, though I suspected we all dozed for brief moments, before the pressure on our arms became too much and we snapped awake.
At five-thirty, Mistress Dark, Master and Lucia came down again. Lisa and Rose were left in position as Lisa and I received the balance of our punishment. Both of us climaxed despite the Slave Trainers, kept on edge all night and on a hair trigger. Mistress rubbed us with the ointment again; fiery burning with eventual relief. Master didn't fuck our asses this time, but used our mouths after our gags were removed. He climaxed in Lisa's mouth and we couldn't share it due to our positions, so she got it all. I was allowed to clean him after. Master went to work, saying he'd see us later.
We were finally released from our strappado, the slaves rubbing our necks, shoulders, arms and upper backs for fifteen minutes each. The Slave Trainers were unplugged, but were fully charged, so no help there. We were allowed to take a quick shower, five minutes only, for cleaning the cum off our legs, Mistress Dark calling out the time. The Slave Trainers went straight back in except for Lisa, who was now done with it. Lucky girl. We were all sent to the kitchen, allowed to prepare our own breakfast and clean up after. At eight o'clock, Lisa and Lucia went to the garage to work on the bed. Slut and Rose were told to go with them to help as I belonged to Mistress for the next twenty-four hours. Rose would start preparing lunch at 11:30 to be served at noon.
She snapped a leash on my collar and the first thing I had to do was orally satisfy her to orgasm three times.
"You're not to clean your face off once today," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
Of course, with the Slave Trainer in, my cunt and legs were soon inundated with my juices again. So my face and legs were essentially wet all day long. If any distance she had to travel was short, I had to crawl behind her. If it was more than across the room, I was allowed to stand. She did not want to return me to Master damaged in any way. For the rest of the day, she worked training the new slaves with only a break for lunch when we all ate together.
At one point, I could see my ass in one of the mirrors in her dungeon. Eight red streaks graced my buttocks, four older, four fresher. My ass was still tender to the touch, but as I had few opportunities to sit down, it made little difference.
As expected, the taller girl was going to a Mistress. The shorter one was going to be shared by a couple, however. The male was going to another Mistress. If the girl slaves did anything which merited praise or reward, I was made to reward them. The layers of cum on my face grew deeper and wider as the day progressed. The boy was rewarded with one of the other two and it meant nothing. Despite being lesbian, she had to learn to accept his cock in all three holes. Of course, any time Mistress wanted relief, which was often, I was her chosen release valve.
The male slave was also treated as a toy. He might have to lick one of the women while he was pegged in the ass by the other. If he lost concentration while he was fucked or cumming, he was punished. He frequently wore a cock cage during the day, being released only for specific purposes such as fucking one of the others. He had been working with Mistress for a few days and pretty much had the ability to get an erection on command as Ron had. There might not be cum in his balls, but it was no reason for him not to get hard.
I, of course was not allowed to cum. The others occasionally could, with Mistress Dark's permission, which was not easily given, usually as a reward. Shortly before lunch, the battery in my Slave Trainer finally died, but Mistress had a new one charged and it went right in. I had to clean the old one and I'd never seen something so thick with my lubrication before. Almost twelve hours of constant use. Rose and Slut also needed to have theirs replaced at roughly the same time and they were Johnny on the Spot to get it switched out, unwilling to risk further punishment, even Slut. Apparently, being punished for not complying with your previous punishment was dealt with harshly. I received a freshly charged one again after 3:30, when the next one died. I was dying, but not my Slave Trainers. Never in my whole life had I wanted to cum so badly, wearing one with almost no relief since 7:30 last night.
The new slaves were frequently punished as well, for the tiniest infraction. The male slave would get his cock whipped if he didn't get hard when told to do so. It didn't happen often. Mistress usually administered the punishments. Only once, was I told to punish the tall lesbian girl. I think she wanted to witness my Dominant side, though as soon as I finished, I was on my knees licking her cunt again. She didn't want me getting too big for my britches.
To ensure the male was an adequate pussy pleaser, he had to lick MD's cunt several times. She wouldn't trust a slave to tell her he was doing well. We were just happy to cum. While he licked her, she had me demonstrate the type of thing I'd done to Slut and Rose to turn them into my pets. I had to switch gears and get out of my slave mentality and think of what would arouse Mistress Dark. Telling her what a slave she was wouldn't do it. I thought of everything I knew about her, every whisper of conversation and realized what she'd want to hear.
As I caressed her breasts I whispered in her ear, "You love having men under your heel and have them worship your cunt, don't you Mistress? The more masculine they are, the more you want to turn them into your plaything. Nothing would please you more than my Master on his knees licking your cunt or getting pegged by one of your girls, would it Mistress?"
In a minute or less, she started a powerful multiple orgasm which lasted as long as I was willing to talk about her using my Master as a toy. She was panting when it ended, barely able to catch her breath.
"Imagine if you hadn't been given permission to cum, Mistress," I whispered. "I might have owned you."
For my impertinence, I was made to lick her again, but she was smiling. "You are a devious little twat, aren't you?"
I paused in my duties only long enough to answer her. "Yes, Mistress," before resuming my oral caresses of her cunt.
"That was quite effective, slave. Why don't we keep this little episode secret from your Master?"
I mimed zipping my lips. Master had no reason to know Mistress Dark would love turning him into her bitch. It wasn't going to happen anyway. I think it pleased her that I, Master's wife and slave, was her bitch for the day, kind of like owning him by proxy.
When Master came home for supper, she made me lick every female there under the dinner table with the exception of her own slaves, still wearing Slave Trainers. I was made to lick the fluids from their legs, but they couldn't cum. The others gave me fresh coats of cum for Master to see as he ate. I licked Lisa while she was sitting in his lap. I snuck a couple licks of his cock as I did so. I was getting rather good at licking cunt by this point, having done little else for the day, so I still had plenty of time to eat when they had all been pleasured.
At 7:30 PM, just as the Slave Trainers were due to die again, they were removed, much to three slaves relief. We each had to lick them clean, then sanitize them before we could rejoin the others. My cunt was soup by this point. I wondered when I'd get to cum again, but at least I wasn't being stimulated out of my mind. Since I belonged to Mistress still, I knelt beside her waiting for her next command.
"Scott, I'm sure this little slut is dying to cum right now. Why don't you fuck hell out of her for an hour, then I'll send Rose to your room to retrieve her."
I kissed her feet, licking her shoes. "Thank you, Mistress."
Master did just that. He fucked hell out of me. Twice filling my cunt and once my ass, as I had almost a dozen orgasms before my hour ended. I still didn't wipe the girl cum off my face. I still hadn't received permission for that. It was so thick and crusty by this time, Master wouldn't kiss me, though Lisa did, before riding my face and adding another fresh layer. Rose came and fetched me as Master pulled out of my rectum.
"Thank you, sir, for fucking a neglected slave girl," I called out as Rose dragged me off.
We entered Mistress Dark's bedroom for the first time, and I liked it. Nicely appointed and feminine while still maintaining the bondage look. Mistress immediately wanted me to please her after my interlude with Master. Shortly after I started, she stopped me.
"You have too much cum on your face," she said. "It's dried and crusty and scratches like a day old beard. Clean yourself off."
Finally. I'd felt like I'd been wearing a mud mask for the last ten hours. It took five minutes at the sink before I felt clean enough to please Mistress. I finished what I started, then started again and again, her hands guiding my head as she climaxed for the fourth time. All that work at the sink spoiled though it soon got worse.
"My slaves both need to cum just as you did," she said. "They haven't cum since yesterday."
Was she ever right. Rose climaxed six times in ten minutes, and Slut seven in the same amount of time. My face was as slathered in cum as it was before washing it, though a lot fresher this time. Rather than leave it on, Rose and Slut had to lick my face clean. We sneaked a few kisses in too. Not to be a poor hostess, Mistress cuddled with me while Rose licked her and Slut cleaned up the mess left behind by my Master, front and back, giving me four more fast orgasms.
By this point, all of us but Mistress were dead in the water. The lack of sleep last night and the physical toll taken by a multitude of climaxes in a short time exhausting us. Mistress had us all cuddle her as we fell asleep, which took no time at all, once I closed my eyes, awash in the smell of satisfied slave.