Double Verbal Humiliation From Two Perfect Teen Mistresses

Alice headed toward the door and looked at herself in the mirror before finally opening it up. Before her stood a middle-aged, short and balding man dressed in a suit and holding a briefcase.

“You’re standing up for some reason. Perhaps you should get down on your hands and knees when a princess as perfect as me is before you?” – Alice was commanding and spoke with authority. The man instantly buckled and started to get down on the floor, using his briefcase to slide himself inside.

“What’s your name again? Oh that’s right, Eric. What a stupid name, who names their child Eric? Your parents must really hate you, mustn’t they?” – Alice started to walk back inside the apartment she used alongside her partner in crime.

“She asked you a question you thick cunt. Why don’t you at least try and answer it? What, are you that stupid that you don’t even know how to answer simple questions?” – Emily was Alice’s work colleague. They had started their practice of offering high-end fetish services to the wealthy men of the city they lived in.

“Yes, sorry. I just didn’t know what to say. You both look so beautiful tonight! How have you …” – his voice trailed off as both of the women started to laugh and look at each other, pointing in his direction.

“Can you believe that this idiot felt that it was appropriate to say something that we didn’t ask him to say? Seems really strange, doesn’t it Alice?” – Emily was well and truly on her way to delivering the verbal abuse that this particular client craved.

“I know. Maybe we should get him to do something to show us just how stupid he is. Oi, dickhead Eric, how about you do some press ups for us? I’d like to see how many you can do – that is if you can even manage to do one in the first place!” – Alice looked at her phone while telling Eric what he needed to do.

The businessmen got into the appropriate position and attempted to do some pressups. He managed a total of three before having to stop, shaking his right fist and holding it at the base when he finished.

“Although it was incredibly pathetic, at least you did better than we thought. I guess that just goes to show how low we think of you, doesn’t it?” – Emily provided the verbal humiliation this time, looking at Alice and smiling at her as the man before them looked up with sadness and humiliation in his eyes.

“I think we should do something about that head, I just don’t think that it’s anywhere near as reflective as it should be. I mean, with beautiful women like us around, why would you not want your bald head to be as shiny as possible for us to see our reflections in it? Here, let me help you with that.” – Alice stood up and headed over to the sink.

When she got there, the cupboard under the draining board was opened and she removed a spray bottle of window cleaning fluid and a new dish cloth. Emily started to laugh when she realized what she was going to do.

“That’s a great idea! Haha, give him a good clean!” – Emily was genuinely enjoying the punishment she was dishing out to Eric.

Alice headed back to him and with his head lowered, applied a few squirts to the middle of his head. She rubbed in the fluid and started to perform circular motions with her hand as she cleaned it.

“Oh, it’s just like I’m polishing a car. A really shit car, though. Here, you finish it up, I don’t really want to touch you.” – Alice left the cloth on top of his head and went back to the sofa where she picked up her phone and played around with it. A few seconds later, music started to come from the speakers on either side of the room.

Emily started to nod her head and pointed toward Eric, raising her eyebrows after she caught the eye contact of Alice. She immediately worked out what Emily was implying.

“Oi, Eric. How about you start to dance for us? We want to see your moves. I imagine you know how to hit the dance floor when it’s needed, don’t you?” – Alice sat back and relaxed, waiting for her slave to do as he was told.

Putting the cloth to one side, Eric slowly stood up, having to use the leverage of one of his knees in order to stand up properly. A splutter of laughter left both of the lady’s mouths when he did this – they loved the fact that he even struggled to stand up properly. Eric proceeded to move his body in an awkward fashion, trying his best to keep in time with the fast paced music.

“Do you like dancing for us Eric? Say you do!” – Alice was firm with her language.

“Yes, of course I love dancing.” – Eric was reluctant with his answer.

Alice immediately turned off the music and stood up, walking toward Eric as she opened her mouth.

“I SAID SAY ‘YOU DO’, NOT SAY ‘YES OF COURSE’. WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU LISTEN YOU FUCKING IDIOT CUNT?” – Alice was seriously enraged by Eric’s disobedience. She continued after pausing for a few seconds, starring him dead in the eye. “Right well this was originally meant to be for half an hour but you’re not having that so I’m going to get you to cum and then you can fuck off.” – Alice had lowered her voice, but the menacing tone still remained in her words.

Alice proceeded to pull down Eric’s trousers and grabbed a hold of his cock, playing with it as it started to become erect. Within seconds, she was jerking him as furiously as she could. While this happened, Emily went to go and grab Eric’s briefcase. He didn’t realize, keeping his eyes closed as Alice jerked his cock.

“Are you close yet? Keep your eyes closed. Tell me when you’re about to cum. I want to taste your cum.” – it was clear Alice had no such intention, but knew it would send him over the edge.

“It’s coming right now!” – her plan had worked, Eric was starting to build up his orgasm.

In an instant, Emily ran over and placed his briefcase in front of his cock. He started to unleash thick spurts of cum over his briefcase and when he realized that Alice was not putting it in his mouth, he opened his eyes and saw white cum shots over the pristine black leather of his work folder.

Alice waited five seconds for his balls to empty and as soon as he was done, put the handle in his hand and walked away.

“Right go on, you’ve had your fun. Leave now.”

Eric started to walk toward the door, looking down at his favorite briefcase that was now covered in his cum as a result of the verbal humiliation he had been subjected to.

By Dominatrix Draven