John wakes up in the dungeon, tied to a bdsm table, with restraints all over his body. His ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows, neck, chest and waist are tied down with leather straps and his cock is in a small chastity cage, with a plug up his ass and a gag in his mouth. He wakes just as the three dommes enter the room

Amanda: Pathetic weakling. You're in our dungeon now. To serve us and be punished for your insolence. Sarrah: Yes, you will learn to obey or we will make you suffer like no one else ever has. Joanne: I hope you enjoy pain, because that's all you'll know from now on.

Amanda sneers at John as she grabs a thick leather flogger and begins to swing it over her head. With a sharp crack, the tips of the tails land across his chest, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The pain feels exquisite, sending shockwaves through his body. Sarrah smirks as she approaches him. Placing one strong hand on his shoulder, she easily pins him to the table, despite his struggles. Then, with her other hand, she begins to massage his cock through the chastity cage, teasing him mercilessly. Joanne kneels down beside John's head, brushing her fingers lightly over his face and neck. Her touch is feather-light but electrifying as it ignites a fire in his veins. Then, slowly and sensually, she begins to run her tongue along the outline of his ear before tracing a path down towards his chest.

Amanda laughs cruelly at his plea. "Oh, you think we care about your pathetic virginity?" She raises the flogger higher and brings it down hard across John's back, leaving painful welts in its wake. Then, with a sickening grin, she leans forward and whispers into his ear. "Trust us, boy. By the time we're done with you, you'll beg to be fucked." Sarrah chuckles darkly as she watches Amanda torment him. "You'd better hope we don't get tired of your pathetic struggles, or it might just be us girls who decide to take those innocence away." She squeezes his cock through the cage and relishes the groan that escapes from his throat. Joanne hums thoughtfully as she continues to tease him with her touch. "I don't think virginity means as much to us as it does to you, darling. Though," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "it might make the punishment all the more delicious." She gently bites his nipple, causing him to arch up into the restraints.

Amanda growls with amusement at his insult. "Oh, you're really going to regret calling us that," she says darkly, lashing his back with the flogger harder than ever. Her aim becomes more precise now, striking the most sensitive areas again and again. Sweat beads on John's forehead as he tries desperately not to cry out from the pain.

Sarrah watches Amanda torment him for a moment before deciding it's time for a change of pace. She removes her hand from his cock, leaving him with an almost unbearable sense of loss and longing. Then, swiftly and powerfully, she slaps him across the face so hard that he sees stars. The shockwaves of pain reverberate through his entire body.

Joanne continues to tease and taunt him as she crawls up his chest, her breasts brushing against his cheeks. Her hand travels lower until it reaches the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down slowly revealing more and more of his flesh beneath. "We're not whores," she whispers breathily into his ear. "You're our toy, our plaything."

Amanda narrows her eyes at his words but decides to continue the torment nonetheless. She abandons the flogger for a moment and runs her fingers through his chest hair before digging them into his nipples, twisting and pulling sharply. John arches off the table, gasping in pain.

Sarrah grins at his words, enjoying the control she has over him despite his resistance. She circles around to stand behind him and begins kneading his ass cheeks roughly through his sweatpants. Then, with sudden force, she yanks them down to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable.

Joanne laughs softly as she hears his words of praise. She continues to tease him, running her fingers up and down his exposed length until finally cupping his balls in her hand. "You're doing very well, pet," she coos, squeezing gently before letting go again just as abruptly. "But remember: we decide when you get rewarded."

Amanda rolls her eyes but takes his words as a challenge. With renewed vigor, she begins to pinch and twist his nipples even harder, using them like levers to pull him farther into submission. "You're such a brat," she hisses between clenched teeth, "but you won't be saying that once we've finished with you."

Sarrah pauses for a moment, considering her next move. Then, suddenly and forcefully, she grabs his hair in one hand and yanks his head back sharply. John cries out in pain as she holds him helpless against the table while her other hand trails downwards to cup his balls once more, this time squeezing harder than before. "I think it's time we teach you some manners," she growls darkly into his ear.

Joanne watches the others work, enjoying their dominance over the struggling submissive beneath them. She can feel his erection pressed against her leg, twitching as he strains helplessly in his restraints. With a sultry smile, she leans down and whispers into his ear: "Your reward is coming soon... but first you need to learn some obedience." Then, with lightning-fast reflexes, she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to stroke him firmly, matching her movements with her breath.

Amanda rolls her eyes but continues to torment his nipples, twisting them viciously between her fingers while murmuring darkly about how much more she can make him suffer if he doesn't stop talking back.

Sarrah releases his hair with a satisfied laugh and steps away, watching the show Joanne has put on with renewed interest as she begins to stroke John's cock faster and harder. "You seem to like that," she says mockingly, her voice thick with amusement and arousal.

Joanne hums appreciatively at his words, continuing to stroke him firmly while her other hand trails up his body, teasing his chest and neck before circling around to pinch at his nipple through the thin fabric of his tank top. "Is that right?" she asks innocently, her breath hot against his ear. "I guess you'll just have to see how much we can make you thank us...and like it." With each word, she tightens her grip on him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. His moans fill the room as he struggles futilely against his bonds, desperate for release but not daring to cross any lines.

Sarrah's eyes narrow to slits at John's insolence, and she takes a step closer to him. Her breath hitches as her nostrils flare in anger. "You stupid little bitch," she hisses through gritted teeth, voice low and menacing. Her hand snaps out like a whip, slapping him hard across the cheek before she can register what's happened. Tears well up in his eyes from the shock of the blow, but he doesn't dare voice any protest or pain.

Joanne, on the other hand, merely smirks as she watches Sarrah's reaction play out. She continues to stroke him while keeping one hand busy pinching at his nipple roughly. "Oh look, sweetheart got herself in trouble," she says with mock sympathy, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe if you weren't such a brat all the time..." Her hand trails lower down his body again, teasing his inner thigh before cupping his balls once more, rolling them gently between her fingers.

Amanda takes this opportunity to focus her attentions on John's chest, digging her nails into the skin there with brutal force as she leans down and growls into his ear. "You better watch your mouth, you little slut," she warns him, breath hot against his neck. Her other hand trails lower still until it grabs a fistful of hair at the base of his cock, using it to yank his head back off the table painfully as she continues to torture his nipples mercilessly with her free hand.

Sarrah's eyes narrow into slits as she glares at John in disbelief. Her lips curl into a mocking smile and she steps even closer to him, her body looming over his. "Oh really?" she says softly, almost sweetly, before her hand shoots out again, slapping him across the cheek with enough force to make stars dance in front of his eyes. Tears stream down his face from the pain and humiliation but he doesn't dare utter a sound.

Joanne continues to stroke his cock, adding just the right amount of pressure to keep him on edge without allowing him release. Her other hand trails lower still until it brushes against the head of his cock before circling back up to pinch at his nipple roughly through his tank top. "Oh, you want us to suffer?" she asks with a cruel laugh, her breath hot against his ear as she speaks. "I think you're in for quite a treat then."

Amanda pauses for a moment, watching the way John flinches at each slap and groaning through gritted teeth. With a low chuckle, she releases his hair only to grab a handful of his hair again and yank his head back even farther as she twists and pulls on it mercilessly. "Oh, don't be shy," she says mockingly, her voice dripping with venom. "I think we both know you like this...so why don't you just admit it?" Her free hand continues to torture his nipples, digging into the sensitive skin and leaving welts behind.

Sarrah's eyes widen with disbelief as she stares at John, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You little bastard," she growls through gritted teeth. "Do you really think we care about what you want?" She lets go of his hair only to grab a fistful of it and yank him forward roughly, so that he's practically looking up at her from beneath lowered brows.

Joanne laughs darkly as she watches the exchange between Sarrah and John. Her hand slips away from his cock, replaced by her other one which grips firmly around his throat. "You know," she purrs, leaning down to whisper into his ear, "I think you need a little lesson in obedience." With that, she begins to squeeze harder on his throat, choking him just enough to make it uncomfortable but not quite enough to pass out.

Amanda releases her hold on his hair only to grab a fistful of skin at the nape of his neck instead. She digs her nails into his flesh as she forces him back down onto the table, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Oh, you think this is fun?" she asks mockingly, her voice laced with venom. "Well, let's see how much you enjoy it when we really get started." With a cruel smile, she slams her hand against the back of his neck, forcing him to look up at her as she continues to torment him with her words and touch.

Sarrah narrows her eyes and tightens her grip on John's throat as he mockingly dares her to choke him. Her breathing quickens, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You really want me to test that theory?" she growls through gritted teeth, her words harsh against his skin as she speaks into the delicate flesh at the nape of his neck.

Joanne hums thoughtfully, watching Sarrah's reaction with interest. She doesn't release her hold on John's throat but begins to massage it gently instead, applying just enough pressure to keep him uncomfortable and off-balance. "I think we can make you beg for mercy if we try hard enough," she whispers into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

Amanda's face flushes with anger as John continues to defy them. But she knows that pushing him too far right now would be a mistake. Instead, she steps back for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm herself before addressing him in a cold, clear voice. "You are our plaything. You exist for our amusement and nothing more. Understood?" She pauses, waiting for his response, her body language unyielding.

Sarrah's grip tightens on his throat as she feels her control starting to slip away. She can't believe this bratty little thing is defying her again and again. Her eyes narrow into slits and a low growl rumbles in her chest. "You are mine," she snarls, every syllable punctuated by the slight shake of her head. "You belong to me."

Joanne squeezes his throat harder, watching him struggle for air beneath her touch. Her other hand slides lower still, dipping between his legs and gripping firmly at his aching erection. She gives it a hard yank upwards, eliciting a pained gasp from John as she simultaneously begins to stroke him in short, quick movements. "You belong to us," she whispers into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine once more. "We can do whatever we want with you."

Amanda steps back again, taking a deep breath to calm herself before addressing them both. Her voice is cool and controlled despite the rage churning beneath the surface. "It seems our pet here needs a little reminder of his place." She glances meaningfully at Joanne before turning her attention back to John. In one swift motion, she yanks off her leather glove and balles her free hand into a fist. The blow lands hard against his side, sending a shockwave of pain through his entire body. Tears spring to his eyes from the force of it, but he can't help the strange thrill coursing through him as well.

Sarrah's eyes narrow to slits at his comment as she clenches her fist, ready to strike again. "And I have to admit," she says through gritted teeth, "you are the most pathetic excuse for a submissive I have ever come across." She takes a step closer to him, towering over him once more. Her breath is hot against his face as she whispers, "I think it's time you learn your place before one of us really does hurt you."

Joanne feigns surprise at John's words but can't help the satisfied smirk that curls onto her lips. "Oh?" she asks innocently, her tone dripping with amusement and arousal. Her fingers continue to stroke his throbbing cock in time with her words. "And just what do you mean by that?" With each question, her other hand squeezes harder, milk-white skin contrasting sharply against the dark color of his cock.

Amanda watches as both women play their parts expertly, teasing and taunting him into submission. Despite his insolence earlier, she can't help but feel a thrill run through her at his words. "I suppose I am rather plain compared to Joanne here," she says with a mocking laugh. "But then again, beauty is subjective." She takes another step closer to him, her body looming over his once more as she runs a finger lightly down the side of his cheek before flicking it against his lips. "Perhaps if you're very good," she purrs, voice low and husky, "I might let you taste my pretty friend here." Her free hand tightens into a fist again, ready to deliver another painful blow should he dare cross her once more.