“The next weeks dragged by, with me in the hopeless situation of having to pleasure Mistress Judith and Mistress Blaise. After one evening when I brought them both to a series of orgasms, I lay seething with lust between them as they pinched my nipples, tickled my balls and teased my ass. In spite of knowing I would get no relief, my body continued, as it still does today, to seek out their touch. My face, still glazed with their juices from my oral services to them, flooded my olfactory senses with their mingled musk. Tongues flicked simultaneously on both nipples, while two pairs of hands teasingly dragged well lacquered nails across my body.

“You know Blaise, “ said Judith, with amusement, “we forgot to even give slave a Christmas present.”

“We did let him watch us double team Mike again,” she replied coyly.

“True,” said Judith, “but I’m thinking of something a little more personal.”

“Like what?”

“Let’s give him back his cock.” A shock went through my body, but the thrill only increased with the next sentence. “After all, he’ll be needing it to help service our little girls club gathering at New Year’s.”

“Ooh, look at his face. I’d say he’s very excited right now.” I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation as it occurred to me it must be a kind of cruel joke. “Well slave, aren’t you excited by the idea of having your cock again?”

“Yes Mistress Blaise.”

“I’m excited too,” she said. “I always did have a little desire to see how that pretty little cock might feel in my cunt. Aren’t you curious?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, “t-that is if I have permission from Mistress Judith.”

“Good answer slave. But don't worry,” Judith said, pausing dramatically, ”I’m even gonna let you use your cock on me,” she said, gripping my imprisoned package and giving it a firm tug. “But first, we have to prepare your cock.” Mistress Blaise was already surrounding my wrists with leather cuffs, which she clipped to heavy duty hasps on the headboard. My ankles were similarly treated. Next, they brought up straps from under the bed, passing one across my hips just above the belt, and another across my thighs. Before they tightened them down, Mistress Judith took the key from around her neck.

“Ready?” asked Blaise.

“Yes, but we’ll need to work fast in spite of the pain, or we’ll never fit it in that thing. “The thing in question was a well lubed, polished chrome ring, that looked to be about ¾ the girth of my fully hard member. “Raise you hips slave.”

I complied. Simultaneously, I heard the snap of the belt opening and felt slap of Blaise’s hand onto my vulnerable balls. So even though my cock had not seen the air since Thanksgiving, my erection, as the belt was pulled away, was not immediate. The pain continued, as first one ball, then the other was roughly forced through the ring. Next Judith grabbed my cock head, and bent it down to the ring’s opening, in the same direction my balls had just passed through. With none too gentle tugging and shoving, she worked my meat through the device until the ring rested tightly against my body indenting my pubes, almost disappearing into my flesh as Blaise bent to begin licking my balls. I felt joy as my shaft surged towards the hardest erection I had ever known, but soon regretted it, as the tightening ring disappeared into my flesh. My cock was inflating like a carnival balloon, and I watched my beating pulse in it. The women stood up, tightening the straps across my hips, and admiring their work.

“Jesus, if I knew he could get that big, it might of saved our marriage.” said Judith, her finger gently circling her pubes.

“If I found out, I might of broken it up,” replied Blaise with a grin, unsuccessfully trying to dart out of range of Judith’s stinging slap to her ass.

“Watch it.” Judith said, gripping Blaise’s face and pulling her in for a series of wet kisses. The helmet of my cock head throbbed even bigger witnessing this scene. “Anyway, now that it’s my cock, I can choose when I give it to you. Come on, lets get him ready.”

An electric shaver was produced, and soon my pubes were as well denuded as they could be with the torturous ring imbedded in them. “ Let’s take some “before photos.” said Blaise The camera snapped away as Judith held first a yellow cloth measuring tape, and then her beautiful face beside my empurpling shaft. “Okay, enough. Let’s really get him hard.”

I was already so hard I feared my veins might burst, and my dick was beginning to burn from lack of blood flow. “Mistress,” I began tentatively, hoping to beg for mercy.

“Don’t speak slave.” Mistress Judith snapped. “Your presence is not required here. We just need my cock.” My open mouth snapped shut. “Good boy. Keep quiet, or we’ll have to leave you here, and take my cock somewhere else.” I looked up helpless, at my beautiful goddess, as she reached to the bedside table and lifted something black to strap onto her luscious pale skinned thigh. “You remember Thanksgiving don’t you,” she said, and her hand moved to her leg whipping out a wicked eight inch hunting knife. She laid its cold blade against my newly denuded pubic mound, the razor sharp edge pressing against a swollen vein in the side of my cock shaft. I was trembling, trying to remain motionless, but I could feel the edge with each beat of my pulse. With one pull, the cock I had waited so long to touch again would be destroyed. She held it there silently for a while, as a single tear began to roll down my cheek.

“What’s the matter little guy,” murmured Blaise into my ear, in honeyed baby-talk. “Is him scared of mommy’s big knife taking away his little pee-pee?” My only reply was a trembling, fear filled gasp. “Yes, it would be sad if his special part got taken away forever wouldn’t it. Imagine a sad little boy with no toy to play with.” The warmth of her breathy voice raised goose bumps over my whole body.

“It would be sad wouldn’t it…” chimed in Judith, “…for him I mean, not for us. I mean, we’ve been living nine months without even touching it, and I’m having the best sex life ever.” She smirked. “Come on Blaise, let’s do this thing.”

Though I wanted to squirm, my bonds wouldn’t even allow an inch of motion, not to mention, that any motion would be thrusting against the instrument of my own doom. Begging, I knew, would only hasten the knife. The two women leaned together over me, kissing passionately, the knife held carelessly against my shaft. They pulled back nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes. “Soon” whispered Judith. “Now, you get the mix ready while I pump.”

I watched in relief and confusion as Judith and Blaise stood-up from the bed, Mistress Judith looking me knowingly in the eyes, as she sheathed the knife at her thigh, giving the handle a little drumming tap with her fingernails. “Soon,” she mouthed the word, her stern brow suddenly relaxing, “but not tonight.” Her face broke into a beautific grin, and suddenly she was my angel. She snapped on a rubber glove and poured lube from a bottle onto her hand. “Sorry about the glove slave, but the contract says I will never touch your cock again.”

She seemed almost contrite, as her hand glided lightly up and down my shaft, spreading lube evenly over its length, and around my pubic mound and ball sack. “That out to work,” she said, removing the glove as she walked to the closet. There she retrieved a large bag from a local dungeon shop, probably where the guy she blew to make my belt works, “ I thought. From it she pulled a Plexiglas cylinder a foot long, and as big around as a Morton’s salt box. “Now slave, we’re gonna pump you up.”

As she squeezed the handle, pausing after each squeeze to let me adjust to the pressure, my cock swelled to proportions I had only ever dreamed of. Partially, I know, it was the cylinder sinking into my pubic mound, but I swear a half inch of it was my raging meat, now bulging obscenely through the ring, veins popping out thick as pencils. After half an hour, the Mistresses released the pressure. But because of the super tight chrome ring, my penis did not return to it’s pre pumped size right away. As Blaise clicked away at the camera, Judith, appropriately rubber gloved laid the tape measure again along the top of my shaft.

“Congratulations slave, you finally have that eight-and-a-half-inch cock you always used to think you had. And this one’s over seven inches around.” Add the water Blaise, he’s ready.

“I’m sure he is. That little blue pill I put into his lunch has definitely had the desired result. “Now hold still.”

I felt coolness envelop my meat as Blaise pushed the molding material down over my raging prick. Be sure the mold surrounds those swollen balls too. Judith stood before me, masturbating wantonly. “Once the mold set’s up, we can make a couple of copies,” one for us, and one for slave’s Christmas present.” At last, the mystery was clear. They were giving me "my cock back" only in the form of a dildo. my hopes of escape from the dreadful belt were dashed once again.

She eased the mold off me. “Ooh, look, you can see every vein.”

“The better to remember him by,” said Mistress Judith with a grin. “Say, how long has he been in that ring?”

“Ooh. Two hours. Maybe two and a half.”

“Well we’d better get him down… if we can. said Judith with a grin. ”Otherwise, his cock could die a premature death.”

“But the problem is, he can’t cum. None ‘til April 1st.”

“God, I can’t even see the ring. Maybe it’s already too late.” To lay there, hearing my mistress/wife and her beautiful lesbian lover, calmly discussing the fate of my cock made me break out in a cold sweat. With the super tight ring, the pumping and the Viagra coursing through my system, all they would have to do is walk away and my fate would be sealed. Not only my cock, but my balls were dying of constriction as they spoke. It was this fact that seemed to save me.

“I’d actually be okay with it, but I need his balls to control him,” said Judith, grinning, so we’d better try that old mistresses advice. They disappeared, and I tugged frantically at my bonds, but found no relief. They soon returned with a bowl full of ice and water, and some soaked ace bandages they wrapped progressively tighter around my shaft, so the blood was forced out but could not return. Still, it took a painful half hour to wedge my cock back through the ring, and one of my balls was almost turned to pulp in the process.

“Well he sure won’t fit back in the belt tonight, ” observed Blaise. In spite of my painful exit, the Viagra immediately returned me to hardness. “Well, looks like his balls are gonna live anyway,” she said with a giggle. “But what’s that they say about an erection of four or more hours?”

“They say ‘Slave, you’d better make that thing go down, or it’s gonna turn black and fall off.’” said Judith “Maybe this will help.” Judith wrapped a towel around my genital area, as a sort of catch basin, which she then heaped full of ice. My cock head raged defiantly from the top of the heap, in spite of the sickening cold.

“Ooh, good luck with that,” said Blaise, nodding towards my unchanged erection. She turned to Judith for a kiss. “Hey gorgeous. What say let’s have a drink and “clone-a-willy.” I looked on at the scene of uncanny beauty, as the two kissed again, and the submissive in me felt a surge of gratitude for being able to witness the scene, even as my own fears grew.

Blaise turned the lights out and pulled the door behind them as they left, the melodious sound of their quiet conversation fading into silence."Ya know, if he looses it now, we've already got a perfect copy..."

I lay spread-eagled, packed in ice, my cock too numb to feel, the room too dark to see it. I could not even tell if I was erect in the pitch black room. With no clock, I could not even judge whether my pryapismic penis might be dying as I lay there, trying to desperately to think of anything but sex . It was the worst night of my slavery so far, but my last thought before sleep was the most disturbing.

The hunting knife’s keen edge against my raging shaft, the flush of excitement in the women’s faces. The whispered word, emerging from Mistress Judith’s full wet lips.

“Soon…”