It had been a long week. I had started work on Monday having to deal with crises that had started as soon as I left on Friday, and the fires had just gotten bigger as the week went on. I was really looking forward to getting home, having a few drinks, and just relaxing. All I needed to do first was stop and pick up some food from the grocery store. I had just gotten out of my car and started walking through the parking lot, when I sensed someone behind me, and then felt something being jammed into my ribs. I was about to turn, when a voice whispered in my ear, "Don't turn around, pet. Just get in the car." A large 4-door sedan had driven up alongside me, and my attacker forced me into the back seat. I wasn't scared...now. I had immediately recognized the voice as that of Mistress Kayla, who was now sitting next to me in the back seat. Driving was her Dom and lover, Master John. I had met the two of them several months previously during my search for a Dom couple to serve. Though Mistress Kayla was submissive to her Master, she had no problem dominating me. We had played several times before, but at public parties where intimate activities were discouraged. "Are you expected anywhere this weekend?" she asked, "If you're gone, will anybody miss you?" "No, Mistress Kayla," I replied. "I was planning on spending a very quiet weekend at home alone." "Well, now you're going to spend it serving us," she replied, giving me a wicked smile while her hand strayed up my thigh to my already rigid dick. "My God! He's jumping out of his pants, John." she told the driver. Master John laughed. "We're going to get a lot of use out of you, slut. Why don't you give him some highlights Kayla." "MMMM..." she pondered, as she unbuttoned my shirt, and started to pinch and twist my nipples. "You're going to be our complete sex toy...our slut...our whore. You'll be doing a lot of pussy eating and cock sucking. We've got a lot of plans for you." She continued to tease my nipples, and whisper dirty talk in my ear, as we drove. Finally, Master John turned off the main road onto a dirt road. "Strip," Mistress Kayla commanded. "I want you out of your clothes by the time we get to the cabin. You won't be needing any." I quickly hurried out of my clothes, which was difficult in the back seat, not knowing how much farther it was to the cabin. I had just finished up, when Master John came to the end of the road, and pulled into a parking area next to a log cabin. Mistress Kayla pulled my head down to her breast, and placed a collar around my neck, then got out of the car, grabbed me by the cock and said, "Follow me." I was led inside, then upstairs to a bathroom. Apparently, Master and Mistress had been here earlier and had made some preparations. A 2-quart enema bag hung from a hook next to the bathtub. Mistress had me kneel, and then bend over the side of the tub. "Want to make sure you're clean, inside and out." She greased my ass, then shoved the nozzle in, and opened the butterfly clip on the hose. I felt the warm water flow into my bowels. When the bag was emptied, she removed the nozzle. "Now wait here, and don't spill a drop. One of us will be right back." It seemed a long time before Master John came into the room. He was dressed in leather shorts, and the bulge of his cock was plainly outlined. He said nothing to me, as he got shaving cream and a straight razor out of the cabinet. He proceeded to apply the cream to my ass and shave off every speck of hair. The cramps from the enema were really starting to get bad, when he had me stand up. He shaved all the hair from my neck down, leaving me smooth, but my bowels in agony. "All done," he smiled. "You can expel the enema, and then take a shower. When you're done, I want you downstairs to serve Mistress and me dinner. If you're not downstairs in 20 minutes, you'll be punished." I released the contents of the enema, and immediately my stomach felt better. I then quickly took a shower, but not quickly enough. When I arrived downstairs, Master John said, "I told you 20 minutes. It's been 25." He looked over at Mistress, "Do you want to punish him first, or shall I?" Mistress had changed into a leather skirt and bra, knee high, spike heeled boots and stockings. She was standing near the stove, with her arms crossed over her 36D chest. "I want to redden that ass," she replied, smiling wickedly. She sat down on a straight-backed wooden chair, and beckoned me over her knees, trapping my cock between them. She then gave me 50 smacks on each ass cheek. She noticed my excited cock had leaked precum, so she made me lick it off her hosiery. Master John did likewise, giving me 50 swats on each cheek over his knee, making me clean up after myself. I was then allowed to serve them dinner. After they ate, I was allowed to eat, and then told to clean up and join them in the living room. I found them in there, curled up next to each other, watching bondage videos. "Kneel at my feet and shine my boots with your tongue," ordered Mistress Kayla. I love leather, and I love boots, so I was in heaven. Mistress then ordered me to remove her boots and massage, suck and kiss her feet and toes. "Ohhhh, that is so good," she said several times. I was then allowed to massage and pamper Master John's feet. The video was over. "Should we go in the bedroom?" Master John asked her "Oh, definitely. The slut's foot massage made me so wet..." she tousled my hair, "I need a cock in my pussy and a tongue on my clit." "I need a blow job," Master John replied, "and a good fuck." Mistress laughed sexily, "I'm sure the slut and I can oblige." We adjourned to the bedroom. Master John stood at the foot of the bed, and Mistress Kayla knelt before him. She pointed next to her, "Kneel there, whore. You're going to have to do this soon enough, and Master John wants you to do it right." She pulled down his shorts, and his cock sprang out, the heavy balls falling free underneath. Mistress Kayla started by licking from the tip to the root, and back again, then progressed to flicking her tongue across the tip, and finally to deep-throating. Master John wrapped his fingers in her hair, and began fucking her mouth. "Get up on the bed," he said to Mistress Kayla, coming out as a low growl, "I want to fuck you." Mistress ordered me up on the bed, lying on my back. She then straddled my face in a 69 position. I had a beautiful view of her glistening wet shaved pussy. The smell was that of a woman in heat. "Eat me, slut." I attacked her lips with my tongue. She moaned as Master John thrust his whole cock into her, balls deep in one stroke. "Suck Master's cock." As he set up a rhythm, sawing in and out of her pussy, I alternated between licking his cock, sucking her pussy and lashing her clit with my tongue. Meanwhile, Mistress Kayla was attacking my cock with her teeth and nails, scratching and biting. Her back arched, and she cried out "I'm cummminnnnggg," as I focused in on her clit. Master quickly buried his cock deep inside of her, and grunted as he came, causing Mistress Kayla to cum again. As they both came down from their orgasmic highs, Master John pulled his cock out of Mistress's sopping pussy. "Suck out her pussy," he ordered. I tasted their mixed juices, salty and sweet at the same time, as I sucked all of the cum out of her. She slowly went back to work on my cock, while she moaned softly. "Clean my cock now, bitch," he said, placing it on my lips. I tasted their mixed juices, as I used my mouth and lips to accomplish my job. Mistress picked up the pace, jerking her hand up and down on my cock. When I told her she was going to make me cum, she laughed, "I want you to cum, pet. Cum like a slut, with a cock in your mouth." It was powerful, and seemed to come from my toes. Mistress caught all of my spunk on her hand, and then fed it to me. I was then pushed off the bed and left to sleep on the floor, while they snuggled together in the bed.