Carmen and Her bytch
By Liverpool Kiss
Part 3


Over the next few days they worked on him. Carmen and Janet went to the beach
house every day, to continue his training; Janet would sometimes bring her
bytch along, sometimes, Julie would come along with her gardener, The
Marlborough Man, who was now Carmensbytch was becoming an expert at sucking
cock, but they were merciless with their whips; he was reduced to a sobbing
mess and the Women only became more sadistic the more he broke down. A few of
the sisters came to the beach house and helped in his training Lora the Irish
girl who enjoyed putting a probe down the eye of his cock and cooking his
balls. There was a young woman, Jenny who was still at high school but was
finding there were some subjects they would never teach. She was of a similar
build to Janet and was quickly learning the subtle art of Female Domination,
she stayed at the house and fed Carmensbytch, she had become his guard and was
becoming very comfortable in the role. They were grooming her and the young
minx was an excellent student

They had him locked inside a cage in the centre of a empty room, the cage was
quite large, big enough for a German Shepherd or a St. Bernard, Jenny put a
bowl of food inside the cage twice a day and emptied his waste bucket every
morning, and once a day Carmen and Janet came to the house to 'exercise' him.

Jenny was a natural dominant and loved what they were doing to him, Carmen and
Janet were also pleased with their results the only one not happy was
Carmensbytch, and Carmen would have been bitterly disappointed if he had been.

Friday morning dawned, it was a bright crisp morning in late February and
spring was attempting creep into Carmen's bedroom, She awoke and got up and
got the kids ready for school. She led a double life, she loved being a mother
and also loved being a sadistic ball crusher, she was at very comfortable in
both roles. Carmen prepared breakfast for her daughter while her son tried to
get something done on the computer.

"Who's are these mom?" her son asked, indicating a set of keys and a wallet
that were on the desk by the computer..

"They belong to Janet." Carmen lied

"Janet doesn't own a Harley does she?"

"Not that Janet, another Janet," Carmen quickly corrected, the lie was enough
to end the questions. He bus eventually arrived and Carmen's two kids kissed
her goodbye and ran to join their friends.

Carmen looked at the keys and wallet and picked up the phone. Janet answered
almost immediately. Her bytch was lying between her legs giving her excellent
oral and Carmen could hear her erratic breathing.

"I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" Carmen asked.

Janet laughed, "he likes it when I ignore him. God he's good with his tongue,
but you know that."

"I want to go to the Marlborough Man's place this morning do you want to come
with me?"

"Sure, want me to bring my boy?"

"Might be a good idea."

"See you in an hour."

They drove over to the Marlborough Man's apartment and they were pleasantly
surprised at what they found. The building was just one street back from the
beach and it wasn't what they expected inside. At first they weren't sure they
had the right place, but after knocking and opening the doors they found
themselves in a very comfortable apartment.

"I wonder what he does." Janet said to herself as much as Carmen.

"We'll have to ask him," Carmen suggested and Janet smiled at the nature of
the questioning. They rifled through his things, his bedside table held a few
bank books and another bunch of keys, they found a filing cabinet and one of
the keys open the drawer, bank statement and other personal information;
statements, credit card details they had everything they wanted in fifteen
minutes. They were going to strip him of everything.

They left his place with a cardboard box and drove out to the beach house. The
early morning sunshine had given in to the heavy cloud that was never far
away, the breeze off the ocean was quite stiff and cold and they felt it when
they got out of the car, both women were wearing skirts and both experienced a
'Marilyn moment' as they ran to the front door, Jenny saw them coming and
opened the door as they arrived.

"How is he?" Carmen needlessly enquired.

"I've just fed it." Jenny told them. She was learning quickly that slaves are
not people, they are chattel, to be treated as poorly as possible. The three
women entered the room and approached the cage; he wore the hood and didn't
hear them come in. Jenny picked up a stick that leant against the cage and
prodded him, he jumped when Jenny jabbed him. The cage had a small opening
that the slave could put out his head, Jenny had him trained to do this
whenever he was jabbed with the stick. Carmensbytch pushed his head through
the small gap and Jenny removed the hood and fear was obvious in his eyes when
he saw Carmen and Janet.

"Hello Mistress Carmen, Mistress Janet," was his polite greeting, he was
terrified of these two Women and did little to hide his fear.

"Get him out." Jenny opened his cage and he crawled out.

Carmen stood over him her hands on her hips; she had beaten him, the hard work
was behind her. As far as controlling him, well that wasn't work anymore, she
would start to amuse herself with him, strip him of everything, mentally,
physically and emotionally, financially and simply crush what was left under
her foot. He would not rebel against her will. She would not allow him to
regain any ground, it had been a quick slide into submission, quicker than she
had expected; servitude and slavery awaited him now, another slave to bend,
mould and break and destroy She was wet at the thought.

Carmen was pleased with herself, pleased she had managed to beat him, there
really hadn't been too much doubt, just the usual small nagging ones that
disappeared as soon as the mind games started and her will dominated his, Her
Female strength over his male ego, He was taller than her five nine and
heavier, but he had not really stood a chance once she started to dominate
him, he crumbled in just a few days, hours really. She stood over him now
dressed in her white blouse and navy blue skirt, she started to unbutton her
blouse and in a short time she stood over him in just her white lace bra and
navy blue lace panties she wore stockings and a navy blue garter belt, as soon
as she stepped out of her skirt he could feel her strength, she felt him
shrink and melt even more before her. He was no longer the Marlborough Man, he
had none of the allure that the charismatic biker had, they had crushed and
broken him, he resembled an M&M than the Marlborough Man, and he was on very
thin ice before her fierce burning flame.

"Kiss my feet." Carmen demanded and like a robot he obeyed; he bowed before
her and kissed each toe.

Janet, watched as the man obeyed Carmen's simple orders.

"Was there ever any doubt that you wouldn't have him kneeling before you?"
Janet asked.

Carmen laughed. "I had big plans for this one Janet. I'm damned if I know what
I saw in him now," she commented as he grovelled before her."

"On your back." Carmen ordered and without a moments hesitation he rolled onto
his back, like an obedient dog. She squatted down and unfastened his hobbles
and unlocked his penis restraint and in a minute he lay naked before the three
women unhindered, but incapable of any reprisals. He was semi erect which
surprised Carmen, she stroked him few times and he grew to a full thick
erection, his penis bore the fresh welts and cuts and as his cock grew it must
of hurt him as he winced at Carmen's touch, he lay naked before the three
women, as hard as iron.

"And it's all mine to do with as I wish." Carmen said with a cold smile. She
had brought a collar with her, she had his name engraved on the round silver
disc and Carmen fastened it around his neck, she then placed a small padlock
in the collar locking it in place; she then attached her leash to the collar.
She smiled at him, this was getting easier by the second, he had completely
accepted her authority. Janet sat on the cage and watched as Carmen took her
slave for a short walk around the room.

"I have a wicked idea." Carmen said wheeling her slave around for a second
lap. Janet caught his eye but he failed to hold her gaze, he melted before
her, she had that effect on a lot of men. Janet was a petite woman, five foot
two and just a hundred pounds but most men were shit scared of her. This guy
was. In less than a week they had managed to reduce him to a cowering wreck,
but they had a long road for him to travel, all downhill.

"Kneel there and wait for me." Carmen ordered, and the big man cowered in the
middle of the room before Janet and Jenny head bowed and waited. There was no
hobbles no visible restraint of any kind just the knowledge of what these
women were capable of doing to him. The power of strong dominant women very
obvious and apparent.

Janet was amused at how easily the former biker had wilted. She studied him,
he had a hairy chest, strong defined arms, muscular legs and he had a full
beard, they were going to have fun removing all of that hair. His pubic mass
was thick and dense, his cock was hard, thick and circumcised its purple head
shiny and precum oozed from the eye, his balls hung heavy and hairy and full,
Janet wanted him and might have him, after Carmen had finished with him. He
glanced up at her again, but she stared him down.

Carmen reappeared wearing black leather chaps over her underwear and she had
put on a black leather waistcoat, when they had gone through his apartment
they found some women's clothes, not many; possibly a previous or present
girlfriend, but Carmen was pleased when she found that they fitted her
perfectly.

Both Jenny and Janet clapped with delight when they saw Carmen, she looked
terrific, she looked like the quintessential Dominatrix. She wore just a bra
under the waistcoat. She threw a small pair of panties at him.

"Put these on!" She ordered and the biker instantly obeyed, he looked stupid;
the delicate lace material covered almost nothing. He looked stupid, but no
one laughed.

"Ready?" Carmen asked. There were quizzical looks.

"Ready for what?" Janet asked.

"To go for a bike ride," Carmen said with a shriek.

The women could hardly believe their ears."

Carmen led the way she took Carmensbytch by the leash and walked him through
the house and into the kitchen, and then through the door that joined the
kitchen to the garage. Carmen switched on the light and under the glow of the
florescent tubes was her slaves Fat Boy. It sat sat gleaming black and chrome
under the flickering florescent light. Carmen swung her leg over the seat and
straddled the big bike.

"Do you know how to ride one of these?" Jenny asked.

"I learned yesterday." Carmen replied with a smile, she pushed the key into
the ignition and turned it and the bike burst into life. It was deafening in
the confines of the garage, Janet opened the door, as Carmen twisted the
throttle raising the volume again and again.

Carmen turned to her bytch. "Get on." And the big man, naked except for a tiny
pair of black lace panties sat on the small seat behind her. She kicked it
into first and slowly let out the clutch and they rolled out of the garage and
out into the dirt drive

"Follow me," and Carmen opened up the throttle and pulled out on to the road
and accelerated away from the house. Janet closed the garage door with a
remote control and jumped into her car, she and Jenny were both laughing
hysterically, this was brilliant,

"You guys are fantastic; I have never done anything like this before, ever."
Jenny admitted.

"Neither have I." Janet confessed as she started the car and followed Carmen.

Carmen and her bytch sped away from the house. First, second, third, .fifty,
sixty, seventy miles an hour; she wound the throttle open with one hand and
her other hand snaked back behind her, the throbbing pistons vibrated through
the frame of the bike, stimulating her as her finger slipped under the lace
panties and around his erection then down to his balls, tears were in his
eyes.

Neither Carman or her bytch wore crash helmets and Carmen's long blonde mane
whipped around his face, she smelled gorgeous. He belonged to Carmen, he was
starting to get used to the idea as he was totally unable to prevent his
demise. Her fingers dug into his delicate flesh, he winced but was unable and
incapable to stop her from tormenting him. They approached a bend and she
powered into it never releasing his balls for a second.

As long as they were moving he felt safe, he didn't want to stop at a light;
oh no that would be hell. Janet had caught up and was cruising behind the
bike, from behind it looked quite normal. He saw a traffic light up a head and
he prayed that it stayed green, it did. Carmen stroked him and in spite of his
predicament she got him hard, she smiled to herself as she pulled him to a
full erection. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. They were heading
into town and they turned on to the beginning of Main Street, she had to
release his cock as she changed down through the gears, and slowed as Main
Street got busier. He whispered a silent prayer that she wouldn't go Downtown
and as they cruised along Main Carmen felt for his cock again she massaged him
to a full erection and smiled as he grew in her hand.

"Please don't go downtown, please don't go downtown," he whispered his private
mantra to himself, too afraid to say anything to Carmen, who continued
stroking him. Main Street was busy, there were three sets of lights, the bytch
prayed that they would stay green, but as they approached the first set they
changed and Carmen released the bytch's hard on as she applied the brakes.
Janet pulled along side and looked at the odd couple, there were a few
glances, but no comments were passed as they waited at the light.

Janet watched as Carmen grabbed his cock again Carmen look at Janet.

"Quite the hand full." Janet said

"Nothing I can't handle." Carmen replied as she released her grip on her
bytches cock, selected first and pulled away. She turned left before the next
light and headed up Hill Street, but they were forced to stop at a pedestrian
crossing. Again there were curious glances at the odd couple but no one really
saw exactly what they were looking at. They cruised through town Carmen now
squeezing his balls really tight she could hear him whelp behind her.

Carmen was getting such a massive buzz from what she was doing; the throb of
the engine vibrated through the frame and stimulated her more than she thought
it would, the rush of riding a powerful motor bike, the wind in her face and
the complete control of another human being, she had him at her mercy; what
could top this? They crested Hill Street and rolled down to the last set of
lights before leaving town Janet pulled up behind Carmen and a small Toyota
stopped beside her and the bytch and a the driver did see Carmen twisting her
bytches balls, but Carmen accelerated away before the woman driver could say
anything. They pulled out of town, Carmen got in to top as quickly as she
could before grabbing the bytches cock again..

Carmen opened the bike up along the Pacific shoreline; she took the bike up to
over a hundred miles an hour all the time with one hand kneading the bytches
balls, he had tears in his eyes she pinched his left ball between her thumb
and forefinger and squeezed as she open the throttle with her other hand, she
felt him squirming on the pillion and longed to hear his moaning but the rush
of the wind blew his cries away.

Janet followed a safe distance away watching the bytch writhe and squirm, she
smiled at the sight of his torment.

"What's she doing to him?" Jenny asked.

"Anything she damn well pleases." Janet replied with a smile.

They drove along the beach for about twenty minutes until they came to a pier
that ran out into the deep blue Pacific, a popular spot for fishermen and
people just keen to escape the city for a few hours. The bytch feared the
worst; he was relieved that Carmen had released her vice grip of his
testicles, but as she slowed he realised that she was going to the pier, He
was dressed in lace panties and nothing else; he was mortified.

"Please Carme ... Mistress Carmen please..don't take me there." He tried she
heard him but didn't respond. She rode the bike into the car park, it was
mid-week and midday; at the weekend this place was full but today there was
only a dozen or so cars Janet pulled in right behind her and got out of the
car as Carmen got off the bike The bytch kept his ground, but Carmen was
having none of it.

"On your knees, now!" and he obeyed Jenny watched as he cowered beside his
Mistress.

"I want one of those." Jenny said looking down at the bytch

Janet laughed, "you will Jen, I promise you will."

"Do you want to take him for a walk?" Carmen asked.

Jenny nodded "OK." And the young student took the leash from Carmen and took
him away from the safety of the parked cars.

Carmen was exhausted, exhilarated, but exhausted.

"Janet that was the best fun I have ever had. I was cumming all the way down
the Pacific fucking Highway, unbelievable, absolutely unfuckingbelievable."
She explained watching as Jenny walked the bytch. Janet and Carmen followed
Jenny across the car park to the beach. People looked at the man on a leash
some laughed some chose to ignore the spectacle, but most seemed to accept it.
They walked along the beach to the Sunset Caf' where the Woman's Group that
Carmen and Janet belonged to were having lunch.

Their arrival caused quite a stir, it was customary to meet a dress code, and
the restaurant had a no pets policy, so they tied the bytch up outside while
the three women went in and enjoyed lunch.

Denise an older Domme who was hosting the lunch fussed over the minor details,
she looked at the bytch as Jenny tied him to a post.

"He reminds me of the Marlborough Man?" Denise commented as they re-entered
the restaurant.

"Really?" Carmen commented "I hadn't noticed."

The End

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