The Skylar Diaries IV: Contest(c) Copyright Sascha Illyvich, 2001
By:  Sascha Illyvich

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I must apologize for the abrupt ending on my last entry. Mistress Katrina had to put me to a test. Part of me thinks she was jealous in lending me out to Miss Lindsey.

She wanted to see how good I really was in her opinion at eating pussy. She heard Miss Lindsey go on for at least half an hour about how talented I was, "could she borrow me more often," and it got Katrina riled.

Mistress Katrina devised a little competition. I would taste, test, please and make both women beg for more. Ultimately, whoever ended up the wettest at the end, I’d obviously pleased the best. Now both women get unbelievably wet before and during any sexual activity so I had my work cut out for me. TO determine the winner, well I wasn’t told the details of that up front.

Mistress Katrina paraded around the house in a little skirt with a tight top that displayed her beautiful midriff. She wore the top that tied in a knot up front and drove me wild. I wanted so to kiss and lick her stomach but was told to keep calm and that I’d get my turn later.

"If you seem to be more pleasing to her for some odd reason Sky, I have something in mind for you depending on my mood at the time, do you understand me?’

This could be punishment or reward, but I planned to screw up. Just that negative attitude had not been beaten properly out of me yet.

I nodded, closed my eyes and tried to imagine the folds of skin I explored between Mistress Katrina’s legs. Her pussy was beautiful, a pink piece of art. Her rosebud of a clitoris always intrigued me, as she made me go for it first with my tongue. She was the woman who taught me to eat pussy properly.

I was to kiss and suckle gently the outer lips; love bites were okay as long as they were gentle. No roughness with such a delicate thing or I was slapped. And I was slapped numerous times, as before my discovering my submissive nature I was rather rough with women. No one took the time to teach me. No one until Katrina came into my life and we were just friends at first. I never knew this side of her until about four or five months back. But I’m straying…

Lindsey showed up on time, wearing just a little jumpsuit. She carried a long box. Swaying her hips over to me, she patted me on the head. I stared at her thighs, the fabric of her jumpsuit hugging them tightly. The crack of a whip called my attention away; Mistress Katrina noticed my obvious physical attraction.

I sat in position on my knees, naked, hands in my lap while the women discussed out of earshot, how this would work between sips of wine.

When Lindsey came over to me, she grabbed my chin, lifted me up to her eye level and I saw the wicked smile across her lips. She was going to enjoy this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mistress Katrina’s devious smirk as well.

The game was simple, I would be strapped down to a table and each woman would take turns squatting over my face first, testing my ability to feel and taste. How gentle could I be with either of them? Could I start things off properly as both women held different ideas as to how pussy worship should be conducted.

On my hands and knees, I crawled over to where Mistress Katrina had the stretcher and I laid down. Once I was secured with robe at my feet and hands, another rope held my chest.

"I’m adding a blindfold to make this more interesting for you, and for us both," Mistress Katrina laughed.

Bound, blindfolded one more surprise came from Lindsey. "This will make this all the more enjoyable to watch as you squirm."

I felt a cool liquid and two fingers slide in and wriggle around my ass. The next sensation was a butt plug, rather large compared to the ones I have been using with Miss K. Lindsey’s voice beckoned, "This is for us to watch as we participate in this little contest. Don’t disappoint us!"

Now I was beginning to wonder what else was in store for me. The butt-plug slid in just a little further expanding my ass even more. It did hurt, I grunted softly against Lindsey told me to take it like the sissy man I was. Lindsey displayed a different side than I previously recalled. I was so hard though.

Then it began, one woman squatting over my face, barely within lips reach and I inhaled the scent. Deep and musky, spicy. She sat on my face rubbing her pussy up and down, side to side until I slipped my tongue between the pair of lips and tasted the pussy. Cold hands grabbed my cock and slowly pumped me.

"You are NOT to get off unless you get our questions right." Mistress Katrina ordered. Her voice sounded distant but I guess with muffled ears it didn’t matter.

I was having trouble breathing now because the woman on top had been there longer than I planned. I squirmed, trying to tap her thigh but then I remembered my arms were bound to the board. The hand on my cock pumped me faster, precum oozed out and slicked up my shaft as the woman lifted herself up and I presume, walked away. The hand on my cock went with it.

I took a deep breath and sighed, the cool air drying the moisture on my face. "Do you have any idea who that was? That voice was definitely Mistress Katrina’s. I shook my head no but felt a slap on my thigh that would leave a little red mark.


"Oh he marks up so prettily," Lindsey declared.

Part of me smiled. I knew I was pleasing to both women. This would only get more interesting--


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