Only Eliza and Rave immediately followed the call to action and John into the aptly called sex room, where Scarlett was already awaiting them. Now the position she chose for that endeavour was one the Gamer approved of immensely. On all fours, cowered down, forehead resting on the back of her fingers, ass up. While just the beginner’s idea of what a sub was supposed to do, it was a crawl in the right direction.

“Hey, Master,” she greeted him in a mixture of nonchalance and erotic teasing, “didn’t expect you to be back already. I made myself familiar with your toys.” Her voice echoed directly off the floor as her pose remained stagnant.

“Did you now?” John asked quickly dispensing with his clothes. He looked around, several of his ever-growing collection of sexual torture devices showed signs of use. None of them seemed to have been used for an extensive period though, giving John the impression that Scarlett had gone from one to the next. “Seems like they didn’t satisfy you.”

“You ruined me a bit, you dominating dick, now I know how hard I can get off with you around, masturbation is barely cutting it anymore,” the Technomancer said, John stepping on her head and grinding the heel against her hair for a bit. “Forgive me for my insolent tone… Master.”

“No,” he stated, getting into his role and laying out what he wanted to do today. “The only way you can be forgiven is through your body.”

“Abuse me however you want then,” Scarlett begged, her voice half a moan.

Taking his foot off her head, John turned to Eliza. His favourite little sub reflexively opened her mouth wide, drooling quite heavily, when seeing her master’s cock. Aside from that, she remained still. Unlike Scarlett, the blood mage saw it as her role to not even raise a single tone or move a single limb if not asked. A bedroom behaviour that she had been trained into extensively.

“Strip,” John commanded her with a single word. As Rave was already through that process, the fellow dom not waiting for such orders, Eliza was the last person in the room to remain clothed.

“Yes, Master,” she answered in just the right sheepish tone, making it sound like she still had her will but completely subordinated it to his. It made John’s cock pulsate with delight, a fat drop of precum oozing from the tip. As he watched Eliza strip, his girlfriend squatted in front of him, beginning to suck his massive member. Dom or not, both of the harem leaders liked going down on their significant other.

Beginning by grabbing the lower edge of her black t-shirt, Eliza followed her orders. It smoothly wandered over her head and then was folded neatly and put down at the side. During these masochistic moments must have been the only time that the blood mage gave a shit about being orderly.

Black lace underwear cupped her breasts, the hook at the front. She raised her arms to undo it, but John intervened. “Leave the underwear on,” he instructed over the sound of Rave gagging on his cock. She had it almost completely down her throat, her fingers rubbing her wet cunt between the widespread legs. Her bubble butt was resting on her heels, her whole body balanced on the tip of her feet. To help her, but mostly to increase his sense of control, John ran a hand through the hair at the back of her head.

“As you wish, Master,” Eliza agreed yet again, her illusionary white skin flushing deeply as the lust began to heat her up from inside. In alignment with John’s preferences, she turned on the spot before working on her pants. The immensely tight piece of black leather stretched over the twin hills of her ass with an eroticism few other materials could reach.

Once the front zipper was opened, Eliza began to push the piece down. Only slowly did it slide over the butt that it so tightly hugged, revealing inch for inch of spotless, smooth skin. Then it was past the point of no return and suddenly revealed the delicious bounciness. Matching lace panties protected her nether region from view, although a dark spot left no doubt where her pussy was.

If he hadn’t been immobilized by Rave’s blowjob, John would have slapped her ass about five times during that display. A similar phenomenon repeated itself as the pants needed to get past the thickness of her thighs, looking outstandingly soft on her so lithe frame. Her pants then joined the t-shirt, forming a neatly folded stack.

That left the currently black-haired girl in nothing but her underwear and the choker. Surprisingly, she didn’t touch that. “Come here,” John told her, waving her closer with his unoccupied right. She took the two steps with a lowered head, a posture her master corrected once she was close enough. Grabbing her by the chin, he slowly exposed her neck. “We don’t need this here,” he decided, pulling on the knot he had made this morning. The loop became undone easily, leaving the choker itself a loose piece that John removed easily thereafter.

Immediately, the illusion fell of Eliza, leaving her skin with a blueish hue, her hair white and then azure blue from the neck downwards. John put his hand on her chin again, raising her gaze until she looked directly into his eyes. The fractured purple of her iris, like shattered glass, sparkled with uncertain feelings, the dots in her eyes slowly spinning, even the two of them that had turned into lines and were crossing the second ring closer to her pupil.

“We don’t need this here,” he repeated, his smile reflecting in these fascinating eyes. “You are the most beautiful when I can see YOUR eyes, Eliza.” He added as much weight to these last words as he could before leaning in and underlining them with a kiss. The flush of her skin intensified as love overwhelmed lust. For a moment, she broke her intercourse rules, grabbed John’s upper arm in a possessive gesture, as if to prolong the kiss. He would have stayed as long as she needed anyway. “Now,” his voice was a deep and husky whisper in the slutty sub’s ear, once that condition was cleared, “go get you and Scarlett a fitting outfit.”

“Yes, Master,” Eliza obeyed, leaving with a moan and a quickly vanishing red imprint of John’s hand on her ass. Nothing better than a quick slap to send her off.

“Now, Jane.” Upon the mention of her name, his girlfriend began to slowly slide off his cock. Her tongue rolled over each sensitive spot it could reach on the way. Only the months of training and desperate want to stay in the role kept John from groaning. “Wanna check how naughty Scarlett has been while we were gone?”

The question was accompanied with the sound of the vacuum around his dick releasing and Rave taking a deep breath in. Licking the remaining precum of her lips, she answered, “Sure thing, tiger.” Her tone of want and the couple of drops from her pussy as she rose were beautiful to behold.

The duo of doms walked over to the continuously prostrated Scarlett, who had been waiting silently. “Is it my turn now?” she asked, a hint of impatience swinging in her voice. The leaders of this harem exchanged a glance, this one would need some disciplining after all.

“You could say that,” John grunted going down on his knees. Pulling her head up by roughly pulling at her hair, the Gamer growled disapprovingly when he pushed his cock against a closed mouth. “Always keep your fuckholes open!” he almost shouted and the redhead obeyed hastily. “You are nothing but a couple of holes for my cock,” he continued, sliding inside successfully at the second attempt.

Taking hold of her neck, John could feel his dick force its way through her throat and the bulge that invasion caused under his palms. Mercilessly, he fucked her face. At the beginning her red eyes had a shocked lustre, the sudden impact still unknown to her largely untrained throat, then she entered an equilibrium-esque state from John allowing her just enough air between hammerings that she felt secure but not nearly enough to think properly or get over the asphyxiated height of pleasure and pain.

“Oy, how am I supposed to make a proper measurement when ya falsify all the data?” Rave complained, having positioned herself behind Scarlett and kneading her ass like a mass of delicious dough. “Now she is just gushing all over the place.”

The vibrations around John’s cock intensified when his girlfriend ran her fingers through the swollen lower lips of the redhead. From the little gap between pussy and anus, over the wet labia, down to the neatly trimmed, triangular shaped bit of hair Scarlett kept and back. Once, twice, then at the third time Rave stopped and quickly circled her fingers on the sensitive nether regions.

“Such a wet slut,” Rave purred opening her mouth wide to suck the juices from her fingers. “Tell me when, tiger,” her hand returned to the slit and the slender ends curved inside, parting the tight folds with some resistance. Using her amassed experience, the Lightbearer was able to pretty accurately read how close her current victim was to their climax.

Every time Scarlett’s body began to shiver in anticipation, Rave stopped and John took it extra slow. There were girls in his harem that had managed to cum just from being facefucked alone at several occasions. Although it didn’t look like the Technomancer was that well groomed yet, he wasn’t about to thwart his girlfriend’s plans.

Rave caught the redhead’s hand travelling up to her desperately trembling pussy and twisted it on her back, holding it there in an uncomfortable but not painful angle. “No cheating,” she spoke directly into Scarlett’s ear, “and ya better not swallow, I wanna taste my boyfriend on your lips.”

“Fuck,” John groaned; that line caused a spike in his pleasure to rush through him like heat after taking a shot of strong alcohol. “I am so close, Jane,” he picked up the pace, sliding in and out of Scarlett’s messy face as quickly as his hips allowed him to. Saliva, precum, phlegm and tears were causing the deepthroating mixture of an erotically tortured expression.

Losing no time, Rave went back behind Scarlett and buried her face against the sex of the redhead. The distorted melody of a slurping appliance of her nimble tongue combined with the squelching sounds and muffled moans of the facefucking made for an erotic cacophony playing recklessly towards the finale.

“I am…” John took one last, strained breath in before letting go, “cumming!” His first spurt was lost in the depths of Scarlett’s throat, as he was balls deep inside her. The second quickly followed the same fate as he pulled back and the added friction caused his oversensitive cock to tense. After that, the rest of his orgasm successfully landed inside her eagerly waiting mouth. Only the tip was inside her hollowed cheeks. Eyes closed, she was concentrating on sucking all the seed he had from his shaft. Heavy, irregular and high-pitched gasps thrashed her body as Rave ate her out throughout her entire orgasm.

With a wet ‘pop’ his engorged cock’s head came free, the signal his girlfriend took to move away from her position. Pink lips closed hastily and John felt her throat tense and then relax under his hands, an audible sound ringing out that both he and Rave picked up immediately.

“Ya did not…” the Lightbearer had a grave tone to her voice as she confronted the smirking Scarlett. With minimal resistance, Rave pried open the redhead’s lips with her tongue. In desperate search, the long muscle explored the not-so-submissive’s mouth. When she parted, a slimy strand of the sexual mixture connected them still until Rave spoke up again, “This bitch swallowed, John!”

“What are you going to do about it, huh?” Scarlett asked like a gang leader. The answer came in the shape of Rave folding the Technomancer’s body like an origami expert did paper. With her much superior physical strength, this was an easy task.

Her arms and legs were stuck underneath her backwards bent body, unable to escape to the side thanks to Rave straddling over her face. “That’s what I am going to do about it, Scarly,” she retorted and dropped her hips on the unruly subs face. “Gonna rein ya in.” Despite Scarlett’s lack of the proper attitude, her position in the whole engagement hadn’t changed a bit. Immediately, she started lapping up Rave’s lovejuices. All insubordination was forgotten.

‘She is still getting used to this whole submissive thing,’ John thought. To him, it appeared the redhead was trying different modus operandi. From the purely subservient to the challenging attitude, Scarlett was testing what worked best for herself. That was all fine with John and, at least from what he could gather from her high-pitched moans, Rave. Dominating someone who decided to put up a fight was its own brand of fun.

Her first time had simply awoken her rather immense enjoyment from being dominated. The how remained to be seen. There was more to being a masochist than being used like a fucktoy. Although that was the favourite way of the now returning Eliza to be handled.

“I do fucking hope you like this slut’s choice, my master,” her soft and coaxing tone didn’t match her cussing choice of words. John had little care for that, he just turned around. His cock went from iron to steel.

Her tasty, lithe body was hidden underneath a maid outfit. A new one that John had bought, as part of a set, as the one they had became a bit stale, not to mention he wanted to see more than one girl cosplaying as a maid at a time. It was of the stripper variety, very short sleeves and a frilly, velvet skirt so short it showed off the lower end of her ass while she was standing. Beneath that, straps connected garter belts hidden underneath to the softly squishing stockings that smoothly covered her from the middle of the thighs downwards. Her waist was covered with a corset, while the chest had a separate, elastic piece covering it, making it simultaneously easy to pull down but also having it hug tightly to her tits.

Unlike most maid outfits, it had a black and light blue colour scheme, matched to the azure length of Eliza’s hair. The set he had bought had been for the numerous secondary colours, as all of the outfits were enchanted to fit their wearer as if tailored exclusively to their body. Specifically, the chest covering, the area under the corset, a decorative, apron-esque piece at the front of the skirt, and the inner frills of the skirt were made from that differently coloured cloth. Everything else was the silky, French-maid black.

John hungrily licked his lips at the sight, shortly glancing at the red-themed outfit she was carrying with her to undoubtedly give to Scarlett. “Lift your skirt,” he demanded. With her unoccupied hand, she followed. The previously damp part of her panties was now soaked, the pussy juices having smeared to the surrounding area of her inner thighs, transforming the sexily thick things into a glistening, mouth-watering sight.

The sexy piece of black lace was only improved through partnering with the garterbelt and the straps running over it. Taking them off at that point would have been a pain, so he would need to tear them later. ‘Or just leave them on,’ he thought, remembering that he absolutely had tools in here that could unfold their sexual purpose through clothes. One of which he had relatively recently acquired and was still to use outside of testing.

“Gimme a-aaah- sec.” Rave moaned when her boyfriend took the maid outfit from Eliza. “Just gotta… gotta…” she repeated the word in a blissfully high-pitched tone. The muscles in her thighs became visible when they suddenly clenched, pressed down on the folded Scarlett’s head and her fingers clawed into the red mane. “cuuuuuum,” she raised her voice. Not quite a shout, it was still the only source of sound in the dimly, candle-lit sex room. “Whew… needed that,” the techno lover rose from Scarlett’s face, who immediately inhaled deeply, only to be slapped across the face lightly. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Scarlett gasped, a smirk on her lips. Doubtlessly she would step over the line a bit later again, just to provoke some greater punishments.

Rave looked very eager to provide, but she first went ahead and looked over to her boyfriend for ideas. Waving with the red maid outfit, he said, “This is going to take some preparation.”

Scarlett’s body seemed to be made for cosplays on occasions like this. Androgyny was just a nice trait to have when getting into outfits, combined with her habit of carrying herself with confidence it gave her an aura of a bossy head-maid. One that had been very bad.

“You haven’t obeyed your mistress, Scarlett,” John jumped straight into a little roleplay.

“I am sorry,” the redhead bowed her head in a serving manner, “but your cum just tasted so good.”

“Is that all?” he mused, circling around her and fondling her ass under her skirt. “Seems to me like you just wanted a proper spanking.” A clap followed soon after, Scarlett moaned as her ass begun to take the colour of her hair. It was certainly satisfying to see his actions leave some lasting marks on a body.

“Yes, I am sorry, I wanted the punishment. I want you to fucking spank me and violate me, Master,” Scarlett wiggled her ass seductively, raising her skirt to completely reveal her still bare pussy. Wherever her underwear was, they hadn’t bothered to put it back on.

Despite that display, John only raised his hand the second time to shake his hand and let it drop. “Why do I only get naughty maids?”

“Could be because ya only hire naughty maids ya can fuck, tiger,” Rave laughed as she returned from one of the many closets housing fetish-wear. With her she carried numerous items, too many to keep them in her hands comfortably, so she placed them on a nearby leather chair. “Naughty girls are all welcome in our household, but naughty sub sluts that swallow what their mistress demands are a no-no.” She wiggled her index finger at Scarlett.

“Spanking isn’t good enough,” John nodded. “We’ll need a bit more to show Scarlett her place.” He cupped the offending redhead’s face in his hand, squishing her lips together. “Plus, it’s not a punishment if you only enjoy it,” he whispered menacingly. “By the end of this, you are going to beg to follow orders.”

The light in Scarlett’s eyes made it clear that she was looking forward to the realization of that threat, exactly how it was supposed to be.