Joanne and jim Part Four
All men are sluts
By Janet Ford


Joanne's Story
Monday night.
We had him stripped naked laying over the back of the couch Dot had my
new crop and I was using my new whip, and the slave was bawling like a
baby, his arse was criss crossed with welts and where we had given him a
bit too much we had broken the skin and little rivulet's of blood were
running over his cheeks and down his leg.
"WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU BEFORE WENT OUT?" I shouted at him, bringing the
whip down for the tenth time.
"Obey you Mistress, obey both of you, Mistress." It sobbed,
"AND HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" Asked Dot whipping him across the top of the
legs with the crop, "BY BLATANTLY DISOBEYING A SIMPLE DIRECTION." I
answered for him. We were going for fifty cuts but the blood was making
things a bit messy, Dot and I both looked at each other "I'm not finished
with you, I have to take Dot home and then go to class and we'll finish
this punishment session when I get home."
"Thank you Mistress Joanne, I am truly sorry." It repeated for the
hundredth time.
"If you want to get back into my good books you can start doing the
laundry I have a mountain that needs ironing and a pile that needs
washing I would like to see it completed by the time I get home."
I'll organize a roster for you over the next couple of days get you into
some sort of pattern. Now get out of my sight."

Jim's Story
My life was starting to unravel, one minute I wanted to be Mistress
Joanne's slave more than anything the next she would scare me so much
that all I wanted to do was run. When we went shopping this afternoon I
was treated like a complete idiot every moment when I felt things
couldn't get any worse, they did, during the shopping spree that must
have cost me at least a thousand pounds, I relinquished my wallet to my
Mistress she now has possession of everything I need to sustain an
independent life. She has my keys my car and my wallet and I am far to
afraid of her to ask for them back. But unbelievably I find something
about this exciting I like being abused by her, but her abuse seems to
have no boundaries no limits. If I knew what to expect or what she wanted
I could do as she demands, but the more I analyze, all of her commands
have been simple, maybe its me maybe I'm the difficult one. These
thoughts were going through my head when I was taking my Mistresses
things to the car, I hated to be away from her and I hurried back to the
pub where Mistress Dot and Mistress Joanne were having lunch, the place
was nearly full but they had managed to score a much sought after booth
by the far window of the lounge. I joined them sliding along the bench
and I was about to place my order when I was brought back to Earth with a
bump when Mistress Joanne ordered for me. I smiled and accepted the
situation, so many things were changing at once its impossible to keep
track. Both Mistress Dot and Mistress Joanne unloaded some of their salad
into a bowl and then Jo spat in the bowl and put in on the floor under
the table.
"Get down there and eat that!" she ordered. I was stunned I asked her if
this is what she really thought of me, and she went ballistic. The entire
restaurant looked at me as if it was I that was being unreasonable, but
of course I melted and slipped under the table and ate my lunch. It was
cramped down there and I was kicked occasionally by both women I'm sure
it wasn't intentional, my mental condition was being broken down I was
becoming more tolerant of my Mistresses treatment of me, I wanted to be
as good as I could for her, and I wanted to dedicate myself to being a
good slave and it would happen, but slowly, I just wish she a bit more
patient with me.
Dot left the table for a minute few minutes and when she returned she
pushed a bowl under the table with a bread role and what at first I
thought was a consume, it wasn't of course.
"Empty the bowl you'll find the roll will help you get used to the
delicate after taste." Mistress Dot said with not a trace of humour in
her voice at all.  "Enjoy; there's plenty more where that came from." She
told me
I emptied the bowl and then waited until they were finished. And
eventually I was pulled out from under the table. I felt the eyes of
almost every person in the restaurant on me, but when I looked at the men
they seemed to be looking away, embarrassed at the site and more than a
couple of women were smiling, proud of what they were witnessing;  a new
dawn perhaps.
We returned to the car which was only a few minutes walk and the women
discussed the time Mistress Joanne had an evening class, they both looked
at me.
"A bit of fun before I go home though eh?" Dot said with a mischievous
grin.
We returned to the flat and as we crossed Tower Bridge it started to
rain, it was going to be a dirty night in more ways than one.
The women beat me with their new toys. It was deserved I had been an
utter brat I accepted that, my behaviour was out of order and I took the
thrashing as well as I could, which wasn't very good at all they had me
bawling in about ten strokes, and after twenty five I was starting to
make a mess, I could feel blood running down my leg. I was in so much
pain I cried uncontrollably and cowered before them as Mistress Joanne
terminated my punishment prematurely because of the blood the women
ceased whipping me. I was so thankful, Mistress Joanne then gave me her
orders for what I was to do while she was out. I cowered before her head
bowed and listened to her instructions.
"If you want to get back into my good books there is a pile of laundry
that needs washing and another pile that needs ironing. I won't be back
until about nine so you've got four hours to straighten my bedroom out.
ANY FUCK UPS AND I WON'T CARE ABOUT THE BLOOD.
UNDERSTAND ME YOU STUPID FUCK?"
"Yes Mistress Joanne." I meekly replied, and the two women left me to it.
I apologized for the fiftieth time, but they just gave me a withering
stare and left.
I had a bath as hot as I could stand it, and I soaked in that for fifteen
minutes. I cleaned what I could see but in the mirror my backside was in
a mess it would take weeks to heal. I done the best I could to repair my
body then I started on my Mistresses laundry she had three bags of
clothes that needed either washing or ironing, I sorted them and started.
I sorted the whites from the colours and washed the whites first, the
pile I went through this morning was mostly underwear and tee shirts and
I started to Iron them.
It was Monday night, in a former life I used to play indoor football on a
Monday, I should have let John know I wasn't going to be able to make it,
I really should have!


Joanne's Story
I took Dot home she genuinely thanked me for a wonderful day, it had been
an interesting experience, there are so many aspects of this new life I
have to learn and I know most of my learning would come from her. I gave
Dot a hug and promised to meet up with her later in the week we said
goodbye and I drove over to my class.
Other than Dot my other mentor in all things 'Dominating Female' was Kate
a friend of a friend who I met up with again in University. She had a
sub, Carl, who she was making life hell for, when she saw me we had a
quick coffee and she repeated the story Dot told me about the forced bi
thing with Carl and Ian, Dots sub.
"It was so funny." said Kate retelling how Ian had nearly drowned poor
old Carl with a gallon of 'spunk!', as she called it. Kate was older than
me about twenty five, she was slim with a mane of black curls, she had
been a teacher but wanted more out of life so she had returned to school
and was back on the other side of the class room. She was an intelligent
woman and could cut  a man down with a sentence; I had heard her chastise
Carl and she could reduce him to tears with just a few words, but she
could also be quite vicious I would learn a lot from Dot, and I thought
Kate would colour in a lot of the remainder. She didn't have Dot's
warmth; in fact she was a harder sort of woman altogether, no nonsense
but I liked her.
Female Domination isn't a closet thing any more, we discuss it openly,
and if there are any males at our table we enjoy watching them squirm as
Kate or I turn on them and threaten to rape their pussy arse's, I think
that she and Carl practice that sort of sex ,she talks about it quite
openly so that night I raised the question.
"Have you ever fucked a guy with a dildo?" I asked kind of timidly. Kate
smiled.
"Many times Jo, have you?" She asked.
"No, not yet; I was with Dot today and she told me to buy a strap-on, I
did, but I thought she wanted to have some fun, you know the two of us."
I laughed so did she.

"Honestly Jo once you've fucked this way there is no other way believe
me, men are to be used by us, our time is here Jo, I really believe women
are about to take control, and fucking them with a dildo really, really
puts them in their place. After I've finished with Carl he is so meek,
honest, you may have beaten Jim into submission but fucking them into
submission is even more satisfying, don't take my word for it, do it!"
I had to smile, while she was talking I watched Chris, a new guy, come
into the cafeteria and he sat at our table and listened to what Kate was
saying, he always sat in on our conversations but this time he was a bit
distant.
"What's the matter Chris?" Kate asked "A bit close to home?"
I laughed, "You haven't?" I asked watching Chris go a dozen shades of
red.
"Chris is a submissive, aren't you my little slut?" Kate said not caring
who heard.  As the three of us left the cafeteria I wondered just how
many men I knew who would willingly surrender everything to me just as
Jim had done, thousands I'm sure and they seemed to be everywhere just
like Chris, you just had to ask it seemed.
I drove home and got rode up in the lift wondering, just how much of the
laundry list the slave had completed I was going to be fairly easy on him
if he had tried, if he hadn't well ... .
I let myself in and he was hard at it over the ironing board and he
looked like he had been there all night.
"Hi," he said, "would you like a drink?"
I nodded, "that would be good," I'm going to have a shower and I'll be
out in about ten minutes," and I was. He poured me a large glass of wine,
and as he toiled on one of my blouses I thought there is something wrong
with this picture, of course, he was dressed. I was tired it had been a
long day and I thought all I wanted to do was go to bed but the sight of
the slave stirred something in me and I couldn't help myself.
"I don't want to watch you doing laundry, take the board, the iron and
the basket and go into the spare room." I instructed. He stopped what he
was doing and complied, I followed him into the room. It was the smallest
room in the flat in fact it was like a large cupboard, windowless and all
of a sudden I had an idea, but I kept it to myself. He got set up again
and plugged in his iron.
"Strip." I told him simply. He looked up at me almost imploring me to
leave him alone, I smiled back at him.
"You've done well tonight don't ruin a good thing. When you work at home
you will wear a uniform I'm not sure what just yet, but that'll do for
the time being." He undressed down to his navy lace knickers, and he
returned to his work at the ironing board.
I took his clothes and closed the door. I returned to the front room and
sat back on the settee and for the first time all day I relaxed. I was
about to refill my glass and put on a CD when the front door bell rang. I
looked at my watch it was little after nine, who could this be I thought?
I went to the intercom.
"Hello. Who is it?" I enquired.
"Hi Jo, it's me John."
"Hi what's up?"
"I haven't seen Jim all weekend I was wondering if he's alright."

"He's fine."
"Can I see him we have to talk?"
I thought about it for a second and smiled.
"Sure." And I pressed the button to open the door down stairs. A minute
later there a tap on the door and I let him in.
I had met John before on a couple of occasions, he was similar to Jim
about the same age and build he had dark while Jim was a blonde, he had
obviously just come from football and had just showered, he smelt nice,
he had a days growth and looked quite masculine.
"Come in," I said warmly, I was dressed casually; I wore just a long T
shirt and knickers no bra his eyes went straight to my breasts, men are
such sluts!
He smiled "He didn't do a bad job of it at all did he?" He said talking
about the flat renovation as hr came in.
I closed the door behind him, "would you like a quick look around?" I
asked.
"In a minute I'd just like to talk to Jim if I can, where is he?"
"In there." And I showed him through.
What happened next was one of those 'Mastercard Moments.'
"Ironing Board, ##20, Iron ##45, Slave to perform ironing, ##0, Expression
on slaves face when caught ironing his Mistresses knickers, by best mate
absolutely fucking priceless!!!

Jim' Story
After the women left I ironed; I wanted to be good at every aspect of my
new life and as mundane and boring as it was I wanted to be good at
ironing, and I had plenty to practice on, the evening didn't fly however
and the piles seemed to shrink too slowly, but eventually one pile was
neatly folded or hung, my Mistress wouldn't have anything to complain
about I was certain. Wrong! Mistress Joanne returned at about eight
thirty and I tried to please her with what I thought she wanted, but she
wasn't happy with something and she moved me into the spare room, which
is more like a cupboard than a room where she ordered me to undress I was
really hoping that she wasn't going to give me another flogging I was so
sore from the earlier beating that she gave me I couldn't face another,
but she was content just to make me strip to my knickers and leave me in
there and finish what I was doing.
I was down to the last of the things in the basket when the door opened
and Mistress Joanne showed John Davis, one of my oldest friends into the
room! I was gutted.
"OH FUCK!!" I shouted
Bill looked at me, "What the f ... "
Mistress Joanne roared with laughter. I tried to leave but Mistress
Joanne closed the door and prevent both of us from running away from each
other and after a few seconds.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" Bill demanded to know.

Joanne's Story
It was such a magic moment; the two of them didn't know what to do both
of them were so stunned to see the other. I think John was the first one
to say something comprehendible if 'what the fuck' is classified as such.

Both wanted to get as far from each other as possible, and I decided that
no one is going anywhere, until I've had my say.
"Shut up both of you." I shouted above the commotion.
"You!" I shouted at the slave. "On your knees." It obeyed, which
surprised me at first but after what he had been through today shouldn't
have.
"And you what right do you think you have coming into our house and show
such contempt for our situation. I am a Dominant Female, he is a
submissive male, we live in Female Dominated Relationship, which he
consents to. Don't you"
"Yes Mistress Joanne." It replied.
"And the whip marks, does he consent to that too?" Bill asked.
"Ask him"
"Jim?"
"You don't understand Bill," the slave said very close to tears.
"You've got that right."
"Don't talk like that to him, you don't understand so I'll have to make
you understand. Come into the front room and let me explain a bit more."
I turned towards the slave, "you carry on in here and come when I call
you." And I led Jim out of the room; I took John by the hand and closed
the door behind us. We went through to the front room and I sat down on
the settee and I pulled him down beside me.
"Our relationship isn't unique John, far from it, I know of at least two
others apart from mine where the dominant partner is female, and I'm only
19 years old. Women want more from a relationship these days, you can't
blame us we've had the shitty end of the stick for far too long, and
there are men out there who want to be in a relationship where they are
used, Jim is one of those men."
"I never knew that. I've known him for years, Christ we went to school
together, and I never knew he was a submissive. What do they get out of
it?"
"You'll have to ask him that, I don't know. It's not something that he
would brag about, it's almost taboo, but as I said it is becoming more
prevalent. I was up West this afternoon and I was staggered of the amount
of contact mags there are with men looking to be slaves."
All the time we had been speaking I had kept a hold of his hand and I
rested in on my thigh I was sitting in such a way that my crotch had to
be showing. I was going to take him to bed and fuck him; it was just a
question of how long it would take me to get him there.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.  He was becoming confused; all sorts
of mixed messages were being scramble. Poor thing he really didn't know
what to think.
"What do you have?" he asked, I don't know have a look in the fridge, and
he got up and went into the kitchen, "bring me back a glass of wine," I
called and he returned a few minutes later with a beer and a glass of
wine for me and sat back down beside me.
"Does your wife ever give you the impression that maybe your relationship
isn't as good as it could be?"
"Sometimes, but she isn't into this sort of thing."
"How do you know?"
He shrugged, "it's not normal." He said dismissively
"What is? Don't knock what you have never tried, you like the more
traditional relationship do you, you get uncomfortable when the woman
takes the lead?" and my hand fell on to his thigh; I looked him straight
in the eye and I kissed him.
He responded just like I knew he would, because all men are sluts. I took
him by the hand.
"Come on," I said and I led him to the bedroom; we stopped by the door I
pushed him against the wall and I unzipped him, I pulled his thing out,
he was bigger than the slave.
"Be a shame to waste that wouldn't it?" We went through into the bedroom
and I pushed him onto the bed and I was all over him. I wrapped my hand
around his balls and thought for a second about taking a completely
different tack and squeezing for all I was worth, but I decided that
would happen later in our relationship. I fondled him and got him up we
stripped each other and we had sex. I made more noise than I really
should have, but it was intentional I wanted the slave to know exactly
what I was doing, letting him know I would be fucking whoever I liked.
When John finally came I was disappointed,
"Oh what a pity you couldn't do it properly." I said intending in putting
him down.
"Slave!" I shouted Knowing he was outside the bedroom.
He crawled into the room. "Your friend isn't much better than you, but he
is bigger. John started to get up I decided he was going nowhere I
latched on to his balls and squeezed where do you think you're going?" I
asked.

He yelped. "Aggghhh" it was music to my ears I twisted his nut sack.
"You have a job to finish. YOU!" I said shouting at the slave. "Get down
there between my legs and clean his mess out and you, you useless fuck
start on my nipples and you had better be good or you're losing these!"

Jim's Story
I finished the last of the laundry and I was unsure what to do next. I
really didn't want to see John, but the longer I put it off the harder it
would be, so with a deep breath I launched myself into the front room,
but they weren't there, I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom.
"Oh no." I said allowed but it was obvious my Mistress and my best friend
were fucking in my bed..
I didn't know what to do; I felt gutted, betrayed, all of the above, but
stranger still I had an erection, and almost on cue my Mistress called me
and she had John by the balls he was frozen and in agony as she squeezed
them he squealed. In no time at all she controlled both of us. Mistress
Joanne had John sucking on her nipples and I was down between her legs.
He had come inside her, oh no; oh God no, but I had no choice she didn't
need to use physically forced, just the threat of what she was capable of
doing to me I obeyed her command; I guess her power was growing by the
minute. She squeezed John's balls, and he obediently sucked on her
nipples.

Joanne's Story
Oh the power! I had two men sucking and licking on the most delicate and
intimate parts of my body I controlled one by fear and I controlled the
other by squeezing the shit out of his balls. To some extent I had a
tiger by the tail, and I wanted to concentrate on my pleasure, and of
course the answer was simple I had bought some hand cuffs this afternoon.
"Slave get the hand cuffs out of the bag over there."
He did as he was told, "fasten them behind his back. PUT YOUR HANDS
BEHIND YOUR BACK!" I shouted squeezing John's balls even tighter, he
reluctantly complied, and his hands were cuffed behind him.
The slave was lapping his mate's mess from me while gently brushing my
clitoris, he was getting very good at knowing exactly what I loved and he
was drawing me closer to another orgasm, but John added another dimension
his tongue lightly rasped my nipples first one then another; girls if
there are any reading this, I really recommend two men, one can be good,
two is sensational! I hovered in a place I have never been before for a
very long time not wanting to leave, then finally I experienced a massive
orgasm, the like I have never ever experienced before. It went on and on
and on! When I was finally came back to Earth the two men lay around my
bed like bits from a car wreck; I nearly strangled the slave, and I just
about ripped John's balls off!  Both men were a mess, but both had
erections! I was tired but I wasn't finished with them. I got up and
picked up my knickers and pulled them on. I grabbed the slave by the
hair, "get on the bed." I commanded, he crawled on to the bed,
"On your back! And you, you fucking slut," I said addressing John "Get on
top of him; I want to see you two give me a show. SIXTY NINE!"  I went
across to the bag of tricks and produced the whip.
"NO PLEASE NO!!" They cried in unison; and down came the whip.

Jim's Story
Mistress Joanne was in heaven both John and I pleasured her like I have
never seen a women pleasured, She writhed and thrashed around the bed
oblivious of either of us her legs locked behind my neck crushed my head
into her, she ground my face into her cunt with a strength I'm incapable
of producing, and poor John she pulled him every which way by his balls;
she was in ecstasy he was in agony which fueled her passion even more.
Eventually she came down and calm returned to the bedroom all that could
be heard was Mistresses erratic breathing and John gently sobbing. She
had hurt him. But she wasn't finished with us. Unbelievably we were both
erect, she saw it and laughed.
"Get on the bed." She ordered I obeyed, then she ordered John on to the
bed, he quickly complied. She stood over us in just her black satin
knickers and holding her whip; she looked so menacing so magnificent her
hair hung to her shoulders, her breasts firm her nipples erect, she
looked sensational and I loved her more than ever, but what she said next
changed my life forever.
"SIXTY NINE!" She ordered.
"Oh no! Oh please God know." I heard John cry.
She brought the whip down across John's arse and he screamed
"SUCK HIM!" Mistress Joanne yelled above his screams, she grabbed him by
the hair and pushed him down on top of me, She straddled his back, put
the whip aside and grabbed my erection and pushed it towards his mouth,
she then grabbed him by the balls with her right hand and squeezed her
knuckles went white. He cried in pain and total humiliation.
"Pleeeeezzzz" he tried to say but Mistress Joanne pushed my cock into his
mouth
"SUCK HIM YOU SLUT!" She shouted and he did. Mistress Joanne looked at me
her hand went down to my balls. I looked up at her through me tears as
she squeezed.
John's erect penis was above me and I took it in my hand and took him in
my mouth.
Mistress Joanne sat on top of the two of us she had our balls in each
hand and she controlled the pair of us, kneading and grinding our already
tortured balls we obeyed her every whim.
"SUCK HIS BALLS, LICK HIS KNOB, her instructions were fast and furious
and John and I crying like babies did everything we could to obey. She
released us for a moment when she fetched the key for John's hand cuff's
they had served their purpose.
"I don't think I need you cuffed any more; do I John?"
"No Mistress Joanne," he meekly replied, she had broken him.
Mistress Joanne returned and sat on top of us and supervised our complete
demise.
"John lick around the rim of his knob, that's right, and you, swallow the
lot, push down John!" and John forced his cock down my throat, I gagged
and choked at first but learned if I moved my head to a certain position
I could accommodate him.
"That's it take it all my slut." Mistress Joanne climbed off of us and
picked up the phone and took a number of photographs,
"I want you both deep throating, show me some enthusiasm boys," and we
picked up the tempo for her.
"OK boys the first one to come I'm getting tired."
I came first; poor John coughed and choked as I blew in his mouth.
Mistress Joanne got a close up "Let me see it! Good boy, now suck his
balls dry and swallow all of it you little slut. What are you?" Mistress
Joanne asked
"A little slut, Mistress Joanne."
She laughed at him and spat in his face.
"Stand up," she demanded, we both staggered to our feet.
"You." Mistress Joanne said looking at me. "Kneel in front of him and
suck him off and I want both of you to perform like the two bob whores
that you are, and when you are ready to come tell me."
He didn't take long. I have never experienced a moment so degrading as
that,
"I'm ready Mistress Joanne,' he announced.
"Cum over his face!" and he did; across my eye up my nose and across my
lips and Mistress Joanne caught it all on film.
"Suck him dry I shouldn't have to tell you." and I took him in my mouth
and cried. I had known John for most of my life we had been through so
much together, our friendship was obviously over, I cried for that as
much as anything, when I finished I let his flaccid penis slip from my
mouth and slumped a broken man. Mistress Joanne put down the phone and
drove her knee into John's balls so hard she lifted him off of the
ground, he crashed to the carpet and lay groaning beside me.
"You never stand in my presence; you kneel or crawl when I am in the
room. Understand?" Mistress Joanne asked but he was incapable of talking.
I cowered before her she looked down at me "Strip the bed." She ordered.
She stood over John and told him what she expected of him.
"I'm going for a shower, if you are still here when I come out I'll drag
you out to your car by your balls I swear I will. But you haven't heard
the last of me, some friends and I will be in touch before the weekend
and you will obey our instructions to the letter, failure to obey any of
the instructions will result in the photos in the camera being sent to a
computer near you where your wife can witness not you cheating with
another woman, but cheating with another man. I wonder how she'll handle
that.'
And Mistress Joanne left us.