Mistress Eve though was not quite so strong willed, she began to squirm as the wand vibrated against her clit.  The men just stood and watched as Mistress Eve’s body responded to wand.  They watched her trying to buck in the frame, trying to pull away from the wand. 

A little more power.  Mistress Eve gasped, her body jerked at the increased sensation.  The other two still fought to control their bodies, they called to Mistress Eve, trying to strengthen her, trying to get her to fight.  She had her eyes shut, her head tilted back, mouth slightly open as she shut out all sensations other than those caused by the wand as it purred away at her clit.  She had never known such pleasure, such torment. 

Her mind started drifting, remembering how she had come to consider Mistress Mia and Mistress Raven as her friends.  How they had come to be in this house on this night.  

Mistress Eve was still a virgin, technically.  Her mother had been a dominatrix.  Her father a pathetic useless worm; he had only ever done one thing right in his entire life.  And when she was old enough to make a noise, her mother had taught her to treat her father as he deserved.  One of her first toys had been a cane and she soon learnt how to use it.  She remembered her father dressed up in her mother’s frilly pink knickers, curled up in the dog basket in the kitchen when he wasn’t at work or taking care of the two women who controlled his life.  

She wished she could cover her ears.  She could hear the men calling her names, teasing her as she fought the sensation of the wand.

“That’s it, whore.  Rub you sweet clitty over the wand.”

Her mother had ‘guests’ around and she used to let Mistress Eve watch as she dressed in her shiny black leather outfits.  She even let Mistress Eve sit and watch as she ‘entertained’ her ‘guests’, much to the obvious discomfort of the ‘guests’.  Her mother seemed to be even more vicious and harsher on the ‘guests’ when Mistress Eve watched.  For a present on her 14th birthday, her mother let her help.  Her mother showed her how to use a riding crop to make red stripes over the back of her ‘guest’, cheering her on, encouraging her to cut his skin.  Her mother showed her how to place a clamp around his cock, how to tighten it until the cock turned purple.  

“Don’t worry, slut.  Soon you have the pleasure of our cocks inside you.”  Mistress Eve heard Mistress Mia and Mistress Raven calling, encouraging each other and her to resist, to fight the sensations.  Yet Mistress Eve knew that she was losing the fight against the sensations she was receiving through the wand.  

Her mother had also shown her the pleasure a woman can give another woman.  Her mother had shown her that women do not need men, other than to procreate.  They had played with many toys, including a magic wand.  She and her mother had spent many, many evenings pleasuring each other while her father was made to grovel at their feet.    

The thought of the way her mother had given her pleasure was too much.  Combined with the vibrations of the wand against her clit, Mistress Eve’s mind and body gave way.  An orgasm ripped through her.  She heard herself screaming, heard the men laughing at her weakness.   

Mistress Eve opened her eyes, panting as she recovered from the orgasm.  She watched one man jerking his cock as he stood leering at her body.  Mistress Eve wanted to teach him how to pay proper respect to her and to her friends.  

“Stop that now.  Release me,” she commanded.  “Set me free, then get on your face and worship me.”  The man just laughed at her and continued playing with his cock. 

Angry and frustrated, Mistress Eve shut her eyes again, closing the sight of the men.  Her thoughts went back to her first client.  He had begged her mother to be allowed to worship Mistress Eve.  He was the first one that had called her by her proper name.  He had earned the time spent with Mistress Eve, as she practiced standing on him, on his cock, her heels pressed into his excuse for being called a man.  She had tired her arms out using her mother’s whips and paddles on his body.  She learned how pleasing it was to make the worm cry because of the pain she was inflicted on his worthless body.  She realised then that men are scum.

She wriggled again against the frame, against the wand that pulsed against her clit.  She felt the vibrations increase as the men turned the power up again. 

Her mother had shown her how pathetic the men were.  How they would do anything that she asked.  Mistress Eve remembered deliberately treading on some used gum, dog shit and vomit before allowing the worms to clean her boots.  How she had made them say ‘Thank you, Mistress Eve’.  She still felt a thrill when she recalled the first time she had made a worm lick her ass clean, pushing out more shit over his face as he licked.  ‘Thank you, Mistress Eve.”

Mistress Eve heard Mistress Mia, encouraging each Mistress Raven and her to resist, to fight the sensations.  She heard Mistress Raven swearing at the men, gasping, gritting her teeth as she lost the first round of her fight.   

Mistress Eve remembered how her mother had laughed with pleasure when told of the shit-loving worm.  The next time he came to worship Mistress Eve, she and her mother had used him as a human toilet, pissing and shitting into his mouth, making him eat and drink.  

Again, the thoughts increased her excitement.  Again, she screamed as the wand forced another orgasm from her body.  The men cheering as they watched her muscles spasm as her body betrayed her.  Mistress Eve could feel herself getting wet, grimacing at the thought that she was not in control.      

She tried to bring her breathing back to normal.  She screwed her eyes tight shut, trying to close her ears to the sounds of the other Mistresses as they fought the wands.  

Mistress Eve and her mother had poured molten candle wax over the worm’s cock and balls.  They had covered his cock, listening to him scream at every drop; at him thank them over and over again.  They had rolled the worm over, onto his stomach.  They had taken it in turns to pour the molten wax over his ass hole.  The worm had screamed then too, before rushing out a ‘thank you’.  Mistress Eve and her mother had taken it in turns to push the wax inside before it cooled, filling his ass with wax.  Mistress Eve remembered how the worm had screamed when they made him push the wax plug back out.

Mistress Eve heard Mistress Raven drawing a deep breath through gritted teeth, a sound she had heard before when they had enjoyed each other’s body.  She realised that Mistress Raven had given in to the pleasures of the wand. 

Mistress Eve remembered going shopping with her mother for her own leather outfits; how she had learnt to teach the worms to clean her leathers, her expensive leathers that the worms had paid for.  The leathers had become part of her, she felt whole when she was wearing them, when she could smell the warm leather, feel it against her skin.

Her mother had gently broken her hymen with a dildo.  She had never wanted a man to penetrate her, even the thought had disgusted her.  

Mistress Eve opened her eyes again, struggling again with the sensations caused by the wand and the arousal of her thoughts.  The man was still jerking on his cock, more violently now, his eyes half shut, his hand flying up and down his shaft.  He grunted, his body jerked.  Mistress Eve watched wide-eyed in horror, as his white cum shot out of his cock, shot out over her expensive black leather corset.

“No!,” she whispered, as the white cum defiled her black leathers.  Mistress Eve bucked her body, trying to dislodge to cum, to shake it off.  Her movements only caused the cum to run down onto her crotch high boots, causing her clit to press hard against the wand.

“Clean it off, please.” she begged, fighting the vibrations of the wand and losing.  

“Fuck you, bitch!” the man replied.  “Next time I cum, it will be in your ass.  You’ll be begging for me to fill your dirty ass with my cum.”  He reached out, hooked up some of his cum on his finger, brought his finger up to her mouth.  He let the cum drip from his finger onto Mistress Eve’s lips.  She could not stop her tongue from snaking out, from licking the cum from her lips, tasting his cum. 

With the taste of his cum in her mouth, Mistress Eve pressed her clit hard against the magic wand, releasing another orgasm, a third orgasm.  

She was surprised that her body was responding like that.  She tried to think of herself as Mistress Eve, the hard bitch.  She tried to think of her power over the men and women that came to worship her.  An image of her pet, Mindy, sprang into her mind.  Mindy, naked but for her collar, crawling beside her feet, purring whenever Mistress Eve reached out and stroked her.  Mindy, eating her food out of bowls on the floor, craving the feel of her Mistress’s strap-on.  Mindy, so eager to please her Mistress with her tongue and fingers.

Mistress Eve wanted to feel Mindy’s tongue, Mindy’s fingers playing with her right now.  Already her body was crying out for another release, another orgasm.  Like some light bulb flashing on, Mistress Eve wanted cock.  She wanted to feel a cock in her pussy, wanted to cum with a cock inside her.

“Fuck me, fuck my cunt,” she said.  Quietly at first, then a little louder, drawing the dirty laughter of the men.  

“What was that, you dirty slut?” one asked teasingly.  “You want us to fuck you?  Well say it out loud, so your friends can hear.”  

“You want us to fuck you, you’ll have to ask nicely,” another man said.  “You’ll have to say ‘I beg you to fuck me, to fuck this slut’.”  She felt the wand leap as the men turned the power up more.

Eve shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.  Did she really want to be fucked by these men?  She knew then that she did, she wanted to be their whore, to feel their cocks in her cunt, in her ass and in her mouth.  She wanted to taste their cum, to swallow their cum.  As that realisation hit her, so did another orgasm.  She was just a slut who wanted to be fucked here and now.

“F… f…. fuck me.  I beg you.  Fuck me, fuck this slut.”

Slut Eve felt the wand stopping, a relief and yet a disappointment.  She felt the men releasing her from the frame, catching her as she almost fell.  She felt their hands stripping her, stripping her leathers from her body, stripping her boots from her legs.  She felt their rough hands touching her soft skin, touching her breasts, her nipples, her cunt.  She felt herself being carried, being placed into another frame.    

“No, no.  I want you to fuck me,” she begged, thinking that she was to feel only more of the wand’s power.

“Don’t worry, slut.  We just want to make sure you can’t change your mind.”  Slut Eve found herself lying on her back, her ass raised by the frame, her legs held open, her cunt and her ass held open for the men to use.