Laura merely thought MI was jerking off, because I was still in bondage. When the kiss was broken, Mistress Rita looked at Laura. "Who the fuck gave our slave boy permission to get hard?"

Laura, who was now my Mistress, appointed by the boss lady, scowled at me. Rita handed her a whip that had knots on the ends of the lashes. ""Whip him til I say stop!"

That's exactly what my coworker did. My chest, midsection, thighs and cock felt the wrath of Rita's direction, and it looked like Mistress Laura was not going to stop anytime soon. Red stripes and welts were appearing on every inch of my body. Then they turned me around and the whipping continued. My back, buttocks and thighs began to resemble my front, and I was writhing in agony. When I felt the slash that hit my balls from the rear, I sagged, completely whipped into submission. I could feel the oozing of blood dripping down.

Finally I was taken down and led back to my cage. Then I heard Rita, "My pussy's wet again."