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As Cassandra propelled me roughly down the upstairs hallway, I knew that having been caught by my Owner/Mistress Angel enjoying the most exquisite orgasm of my life riding the talented tongue of my sister slave Suzie without permission, that I was in deep, very deep trouble. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that my punishment would be most unpleasant and painful. Yet the fear that filled my being clashed with the afterglow of my recently delicious climax, creating a deluge of mixed emotions.



Cassandra’s dislike for white women in general, and me in particular, was quite evident by the manner in which she shoved and pushed me on our journey to the basement, causing me to trip and stumble awkwardly several times. Several times she took the opportunity to slap my bare ass, simply to add to my mounting apprehension not to mention my humiliation.



The basement was a large and open room filled with all kinds of bondage devices meant to make a girl’s life a living hell. Along one wall there were several small, four foot by four foot by six foot tall holding cells where disobedient bitches could be kept out of trouble until it was time for their punishment.



Elsewhere in Miss Angel’s House.



Promptly at 5PM sweet Mississippi born and bred Suzie reported to Angel’s bedroom as she had been directed. As usual, the gorgeous white girl was naked, expect for her six-inch spiked high-heels. Suzie’s nervousness was increased when she found three lovely black girls waiting for her instead of Angel, who she had expected. Apprehension and foreboding weakened Suzie’s knees, yet her sexual being continued to torment her body and mind with dark desires.



In response to Suzie’s quizzical look one of the black girls explained, “Angel has given us instructions to prepare you for this evening’s festivities. Please step this way.”



While it had sounded like a polite request, Suzie understood it was a request she couldn’t refuse and followed the young black girl submissively into the large master bathroom. A garden sized bath tub had been prepared for her arrival. Another of the black girls nodded towards the tub. “It’s for you, sugar,” she said sweetly.



Still very nervous and perplexed Suzie slipped off her high heels and stepped into the tub without hesitation. The warmth of the fragrant water soothed Suzie’s troubled soul as she settled into the bubbles which had been added. As Suzie’s tense body began to relax, the three black girls tended to her every need. With close attention to detail, Suzie received both a manicure and pedicure. Her hair was shampooed and conditioned. Lastly, her arm pits and pussy were shaved for her with equal expertize.



The cute young black girls attended to Suzie every need. They even offered Suzie a glass of bubbly Champaign, which she gladly accepted. The southern born belle had never felt so pampered in all her life.



After her stimulating and very relaxing bath, the black girls had Suzie step out of the oversized tub where they each used elegant terrycloth bath towels to pat her dry. Setting the 34 year old white woman down in a large comfortable chair near the bathroom vanity, the young black girls continued to pamper Suzie. Blonde highlights were added to her shoulder length auburn hair while her nails were painted a bright red. Her eye brows were meticulously shaped, then a thin layer of make-up was added to bring out the best features of Suzie’s pretty face. Even a bit of blush was added to adorn Suzie’s pierced nipples. Then, while one of the luscious black girls combed Suzie’s hair, another added tiny dabs of Chanel No. 5 perfume behind both her ears, then added a droplet to each of her always erect nipples.



Suzie was then directed back into Angel’s large master bedroom where one of her black attendants helped her step into and pull up a pair of sheer bright red thong panties. The red thong stood out vividly against Suzy’s creamy smooth white skin. Another black girl snapped a lacy white garter-belt around Suzy’s trim waist. While she was still standing, the other two black girls helped Suzie on with virginal white nylon stockings. Once the stockings were attached to Suzy’s garter-belt, the girls directed her to take a seat on the edge of the bed, and then they slipped 6 inch white high-heels onto her smallish feet then buckled and locked the heels in place. Except for the items the girls had dressed her in; Suzie was naked yet could help but feel like a pampered slut. However, she couldn’t help but notice that she was being dressed totally in white with the exception of the red thong panties which framed and drew undue attention to the center of her sexual being.



Still sitting on the bed, Suzie’s sparkling eyes popped wide open when one of Angel’s black girls produced what looked like a girdle. With something of a giggle Suzie asked rhetorically, “That’s not for me is it?”



“Do you even know what it is, sugar?” The girl holding the item asked sweetly.



“Well, like yeah, I know for sure. It’s one of those old time corsets, with bones and laces and all that stuff,” Suzie explained.



“Stand up and turn around, honey,” the black girl stated firmly, “and I’ll help you on with it.”



Suzie stood and turned around in something of a huff, “I can’t believe Angel thinks I need a fucking girdle.”



With a scowl, the black attendant responded briskly, “Watch your mouth, girly, and just do as we tell you. It’ll be a lot easier that way. Trust me.”



The black girl wrapped the undergarment – which was a shiny satin affair, matching Suzie’s stockings perfectly — around Suzie’s already trim waist. Then Suzie’s attendant began to lace the garment up the back. When it was laced, the girl positioned it so that it fit from just under Suzie’s firm melons to the smooth flair of her feminine hips.



“Now take a deep breath, baby,” the black girl requested politely, “and hold it.”



Suzie complied, and when she did, the black girl behind her cinched the corset an inch tighter. Suzie and the black girl repeated the process two more times. Each time the corset got tighter and tighter until Suzie found it difficult to breath.



Finally, Suzie couldn’t take the squeezing pain any longer, “Please, not so tight. I can’t breathe.”



The black girls all ignored Suzie’s entreaty.



“Gina,” the black girl asked the other girl with her, “come here and help me please.”



“Gees oh pete,” Suzie whined, “you can’t possibly make it any tighter I’ll be squeezed to death or suffocated.”



“Hush, girly,” Latoya snapped with mock anger, “it’s supposed to be tight.” Then speaking to Gina she said, “Now you take that string and I’ll take this one.” Then speaking to Suzie again ordered, “Take a deep breath, lover, and hold it.”



With a film of sweat forming on her face, Suzie took a deep breath as she had been told to and held it. Latoya groaned, “Now pull, Gina.”



Suzie groaned with agony as the corset was cinched another half inch tighter. Suzie didn’t know what was going to break first, the corset or one of her ribs.



“Once again, Suzie Q,” Latoya snapped. The process was repeated and the corset grew another half inch tighter. “One more time,” Latoya barked. And once again the corset drew tighter. “There now hold it while I tie it off,” Latoya worked diligently at her task then asked when she was done, “Now how does that look, Gina?”



The other black girl answered sincerely, “Gosh, I don’t know, let me get the tape measure.” Then added with approval and a giggle, “But that thing sure does make her little white titties look bigger doesn’t it.”



“Yea,” Latoya replied, “corsets will tend to do that.”



While Gina went in search of the tape measure, Suzie couldn’t help but check out her reflection in the wall mirror. Sure enough, her baby B-cup knockers looked as if they had grown a full cup size. And, the corset had turned her waist-line into a pronounced hour-glass shape that while most becoming, was also a torment she had never known before. Her breathing was restricted to short swallow breaths.



By then Gina had returned with the tape measure and quickly ran it around Suzie’s restrained waist at its narrowest, and announced her findings proudly, “It’s a perfect 18 inches exactly, Latoya, just what Miss Angel ordered.”



“Great,” Latoya purred.



Suzie would have breathed a deep sigh of relief expect for one tiny detail. That being, due to the constraining nature of the corset, she could hardly breathe at all.



Gina brought out a beautiful white silk crinoline petticoat which was made to be worn as a form for the hoop skirt which goes over it. The petticoat was made to be worn around the waist with three tiers of ruffed material overlapping each other as they seemed to cascade towards the floor. Suzie smiled broadly, forgetting momentarily about the corset that restricted both waistline and breathing. She could not help but feel like a pampered princess with the way she was being treated. Queen of her realm, she thought.



Suzie’s thoughts flashed back to her youth when she’d once worn such beautiful garments in a pageant honoring a late great lost cause or the War of Invasion as southerners framed it. As in her youth, Suzie needed the help of two attendants to help her into the heavy petticoat.



Suzie next turned her attention to Latoya who had returned to the room carrying a most marvelous Antique White Antebellum evening gown complete with a hooped skirt made of rich looking satin and chiffon.



“Ohhh myyyy god, that gown is simply divine,” Suzie exclaimed brightly, “It’s not for me is it?”



Gina and Latoya exchanged shy knowing looks as Gina replied, “Well, it sure is, darlin’.”



With that, the black girls helped Suzie into the flowing gown with its low cut scooped neckline and billowing floor length skirt. The dress exposed ample amounts of Suzie’s breath taking cleavage. With her breathing restricted to short shallow breathes, Suzie’s bosom heaved provocatively.



As final details, Suzie’s black attendants added a gorgeous off white hat and sheer to the elbow white opera gloves. The hat was absolutely stunning, made with white faux horsehair with a 20 inch diameter brim, accented with long off white ostrich feathers from Spain sweeping across the front and side. It looked like a prop right off the set of “Gone with the Wind”.



After the finishing touches had been added, Suzie could not help but admire the refined elegance of the lady that stared back at her in the full length mirror mounted on the wall. The beauty and rich material of the gown spoke volumes to the world, marking its wearer as a wealthy and sophisticated lady. Suzie couldn’t help but feel like the spoiled and pampered Southern Belle she had been accustomed to being called in her youth. Yet, underneath all the refined elegance, Suzie couldn’t shake the thought that underneath it all she was dressed like a cheap whore with her red thong panties, white garter-belt with matching stockings and heels. While her appearance was that of a beautiful rich lady, Suzie knew that underneath all the refinement she was just a white slut waiting to be fucked.



Suzie didn’t have long to wait. Angel entered the room a moment later, a tight but sexy smile formed on Angel’s full lips as she eyed her Suzie up and down approvingly.



“Well don’t you make a gorgeous Southern Belle?” Angel stated with a bit of a chuckle.



As elegantly dressed as she was, Suzie couldn’t help but feel totally degraded as she was forced to reply, “Thank you my … my Nigger Mistress.”



“Yes, honey,” Angel answered whimsically, “I have to say you would make a most enticing Scarlet O’Hara. Now turn around completely. Let me get the full effect.”



After thanking her Mistress politely for her compliment, Suzie slowly turned around, allowing Angel to thoroughly inspect her from every angle.



Satisfied, Angel simply stated, “Now come with me , Scar …” Angel stopped herself in mid sentence with a bright chuckle, “I mean … come with me Suzie.”



Suzie followed Angel obediently out of the bedroom, down the stairs, through the kitchen and down a short hallway. At the end of the hall the doors to the large great room were closed. Angel told Suzie to wait while she entered the room and closed the door behind her.



Suzie waited nervously behind the closed door. Holding her breath and listening closely, she just barely made out what Angel was saying. It was obvious from the chatter that filtered through the closed door that a large group of people were gathered inside.



The general chatter among Angel’s guests quickly ended when Angel entered the room. Hushed silence ensued as the 20 elegantly dressed guests perceived the way in which Angel was dressed.



“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Angel began cheerfully, “I am sincerely thrilled that you all could come.”



Suzie became more and more apprehensive as she heard what Angel was saying in the adjacent room filled with guests of both genders. Unconsciously, the elegantly dressed Suzie moved a step closer to the door and listened even more intensely.



“Please don’t be alarmed at my attire,” Angel tried to put her guests at ease. “As you’ll see in just a few seconds it all has to do with the evening’s entertainment I promised,” Angel continued briskly. Then with a giggle the young black girl added, “The very special entertainment I promised.” Angel then walked gracefully towards the door – behind which Suzie waited — and threw it open. “Do join us, Suzie,” Angel beckoned politely.



Suzie’s beautiful face was quickly contorted by concern and showed her to be very embarrassed as she stepped into the room filled with ten sophisticated and formally dressed black couples.



“Please, ladies and gentleman, allow me the pleasure of introducing our true southern belle. You see Suzie Q. here was born in the heart of Mississippi and bred for a pampered life of leisure. Suzie Q. McNealy the prim and proper captain of her high school cheerleading squad and the spoiled Queen of her home coming dance. I give to you, ladies and gentleman the Belle of our Ball, Miss Suzie Q McNealy.”



There was a brief rather subdued round of applause before Angel continued, “But more than the belle of our little ball, Little Miss Suzie Q. here is also the evening’s entertainment.”



Angel took a couple of small steps and stood squarely in front of the totally confused Suzie. With something of a sneer, Angel bitch slapped Suzie hard across her cheek. Suzie yelped loudly at the stinging blow but didn’t dare move out of position.



“Put your hands behind your back, slut,” Angel demanded.



Without a word of protest cute little Suzie complied.



Angel struck again even harder with the open palm of her hand then continued speaking to her guests, “You see, tonight Little Miss Suzie Q is going to represent every snobby little white bitch that ever sneered at you.” Angle went on speaking to her guests,” She is going to represent every arrogant or condescending white slut that ever belittled you or made you feel somehow inadequate simply because of your color.”



As Angel spoke, Suzie lowered her eyes in shame as her heart beat raced rapidly. Shoving Suzie into the crowd, Angel smiled, “There you go ladies and gentlemen take anything she may have to give and take it all.”



With that said, the black female guest closest to Suzie got right in her face. At the same time her fashionably attired male companion grabbed Suzie’s ripe left tittie and mashed it with his powerful fingers causing Suzie to gasp in agony. Then the black lady snarled, “So you are a natural and sweet little Southern Belle. Huh, Baby? I bet you even got that cute little southern accent don’t you, Sweetie?”



Before Suzie could answer, the black man roughly groping Suzie’s tittie said with a gruff chuckle, “I’m going to enjoy cock whipping those fine white tits.”



The black lady standing before Suzie giggled and said cheerfully, “I think I’ll use your belt on them.” Then realizing that Suzie hadn’t answered her question she snapped, “Answer my question, sugar,” and to add effect, she bitch slapped Suzie so hard across her creamy white right cheek that Suzie actually staggered backwards before catching her balance.



Suzie quickly recovered her senses from the startling slap and replied politely with her cute southern twang, “Yes, Ma’am, I am a natural born and bred Southern Belle.”



Then without warning, the black lady bitch slapped Suzie again even harder than before. Suzie would have surely tumbled to floor had the black man still groping her tittie not squeezed even harder to keep her more or less balanced. Then summoning the most arrogant tone of voice she could manage, the black lady said, “And that Miss Belle of the Ball was for my grandma who scrubbed white folks’ floors for 20 years without ever a word of thanks.”



From her place behind Suzie, Angel commanded with a smile, “Now, Sweet Lit’ Suzie, show your respect for Leon and Joy with your cute little curtsy and tell them what a pleasure it will be to be their white fucktoy this evening.”



Suzie’s smooth white cheeks turned blood red with embarrassment, but she didn’t hesitate to reply, “Of course, my Nigger Mistress.”



“Be sure to look them in the eye, sweetie,” Angel added with a snicker.



“Yes, my Nigger Mistress.”



With that, the black man released his grip on Suzie tittie. Suzie reached to the sides of her gown with her hands and lifted the hem from the floor. With an exaggerated step backwards and to the left with her right foot performed her most charming curtsy. As she bowed, Suzie made sure to make eye contact with both the black lady and man as she spoke, “It will be a pleasure to serve as your white fucktoy this evening Miss Joy and Sir Leon.” Then Suzie righted herself.



The black man only smiled while his lady giggled, “I just hope you like it in the ass, darlin’.”



Leon and Joy turned and walked away only to replaced by another black couple. The second couple treated Suzie every bit as callously as the first couple. The major exception being that the black man slapped Suzie twice for his father having been laughed at when applying for a loan. When the couple was ready to move on, Suzie again preformed her polite curtsy and told them what a pleasure it would be to serve as their white fucktoy.



So it went for the next half hour. One black couple after another took Suzie to task for every conceivable injustice that had been perpetrated against them or their families. Suzie was bitch slapped for everything from perceived slights to outright racist behavior. Her creamy white cheeks took on a rosy red hue and began to sting hotly. Twice her beautiful hat fell to the floor as Suzie stumbled awkwardly in response to particularly violent slaps. Both times a guest helped replace the hat upon the gorgeous auburn locks of Suzie’s head.



Many of the black guests, both the ladies and gentlemen, availed themselves of Suzie’s succulent breasts. The ladies particularly enjoyed running their fingers inside the bustier of Suzie’s lovely gown to run their nails across her ever stiffening nipples. One especially abrasive lady even told Suzie that she was going to love hearing her squeals when she got her chance to really sink her teeth into them. Suzie nearly wet her red thong panties as she listened to the horrible warning.



The encounters with each couple lasted no more than 4-5 minutes and at the end of each, Suzie preformed her polite and respectful curtsy perfectly. And, while it demeaned her to the heart of her being, she never failed to say, “It will be a pleasure to serve as your white fucktoy this evening.”



While Suzie greeted the last of the black couples, Angel made her way back to her side. When Suzie had finished performing her last curtsy Angel again asked for her guest’s attention. Then with a pair of 9 inch scissors in her hand Angel announced with an evil tone, “I did forget one tiny little thing folks. Lit’ Miss Suzie here has to be punished this evening for a certain indiscretion she helped make happen this afternoon.”

(Note: since my readers are wondering if the “Susan” in my different tales is all the same person – and the answer is no – the Susan in this series is now Suzette, for further clarification)



The students showed up very early.



All four girls had big smiles on their faces, anticipating today’s lesson. Perhaps some of the smiles were inspired by the memory of what had happened when I taught them about female sexuality (see “Class Time”). Today’s class, scheduled after lunch time, would cover male sexuality. Amanda flicked her long blonde hair back from her face and asked, rather impishly I thought, “Will Mistress Polly be joining us?”



“No, she cannot be here today,” I answered. After the “fiasco” of her last visit (even though things ultimately turned out fine), I admitted to myself that I was a bit relieved about this. Dealing with a naked male in my classroom felt like it would be enough of a challenge to my professionalism. I was determined that this class would be conducted in a much more “normal” manner, and I would keep my simmering passions under tight control.



The students did appear to be attentive, listening to the morning’s lessons, and even participated with questions and joined into the general discussions. But I did notice that they seemed to be glancing at the clock more often than they normally did.



Lunch time came, and went.



Now I began glancing at the clock myself, wondering where Michael was. I was certain that I had told him the correct day and time, and had given him clear directions to the classroom. Since I met him in an art class, where he served as the nude model, I didn’t think that he was having second thoughts about exhibiting his body for this class. Of course, the situation was not exactly the same. Modeling in an art class is very asexual. I had explicitly explained to him that this class dealt with male sexuality. He had indicated to me that was no problem for him, so where was he? I tried sending him a text, but got no reply.



I could not let our time go to waste. “We will go on to other subjects until Michael gets here,” I informed the class. “Don’t worry, we will still cover the material once he arrives,” I assured them.



The students’ faces and body language clearly displayed their disappointment as the hours passed. I couldn’t blame them – I had been looking forward to doing this class ever since I arranged it. Several sodden pairs of panties could attest to how much I had been anticipating it.



Imagine our surprise when 5 minutes before the end of the day Michael came dashing into the room, apologizing profusely. “I had a flat tire,” he explained. “Since I don’t have a spare, I had to wait until a good Samaritan happened along to take me and the tire to a repair place. To top it off, my cell phone battery ran out of charge yesterday, and I forgot to recharge it, so there was no way I could call for help, or call to let you know what was going on.”



“I understand, Michael – these things happen,” I reassured him. “Unfortunately the school day has reached its end, so we will have to reschedule.”



There were immediate vigorous complaints from the students. Amanda, for instance, argued, “But you promised we would have this class today.”



“But the school day is over,” I countered. “What do you all expect me to do about that?”



Michael piped in, “I’m here finally, and I have plenty of time. I’m willing to stay right now,” he offered.



“Yes. Yes, please let us stay,” begged Judy.



“Well, if you’re all quite certain.” This statement was met with five heads bobbing to signal acceptance. “Let me make a quick phone call.”



I called Mistress Polly to let her know I would be late, and why.



She said, “Give them a memorable class, my girl.” I was too flustered by this sudden change in my schedule to fully appreciate what this might entail.



Since there were only the 4 young ladies, we cleared a small space in the room as Michael undressed. In the center of this space we placed a low table for him to stand on. When Michael climbed up onto the table, his crotch ended up at head height as we stood around him – perfect for viewing. Unfortunately, my proximity to his exposed crotch made me more aware of his male scent, wafting from his sparse, dark pubic hairs. I tried not to inhale too deeply, or at least be caught doing it.



I began with the basics.



“In the male, gamete production, the formation of sperm, begins in the testes, located in the scrotal sac.” I pointed to it.



Michael’s uncircumcised penis was draped down over his scrotum at this point. Judy asked, “Can we see it better, Professor?”



“Michael, I will have to lift up your penis. Is that okay with you?” I inquired, looking up his well formed torso, and into his eyes.



“You mean my cock?” he asked, his face turning a delicate pink as the pronounced the word. “Yes, Molly. I’m game for anything,” he chuckled with a slightly nervous smile.



I lifted his penis with a delicate thumb and forefinger, trying not to focus on how smooth and warm his flesh felt in my hand. I showed the young ladies his scrotum, covered with a matting of short delicate hairs. “Did he trim those hairs specially for this class?” I wondered to myself.



“The scrotum has a central partition, so each testis is isolated to its own side,” I described.



“Could you demonstrate that to us somehow, Professor?” Suzette inquired.



I looked up at Michael, and received his nod of acquiescence.



Swallowing to wet my suddenly dry mouth, I carefully pressed against his right testicle, pushing it towards his left. It shifted, but its movement stopped as it bulged against the middle partition. It felt so good to have an excuse to touch his intimate flesh that it gave me an idea for an addition to this lecture.



“Something you should know, class, is that males should check for testicular cancer as often as we check for breast cancer. Those cancers can be highly aggressive, and need to be detected early.” I turned my attention to Michael. “Do you check yourself often, Michael?”



He flushed and stammered a bit, and as I had hoped, admitted, “I have never learned how to do that, Molly – that is, Professor. How should I do it?”



I began explaining and demonstrating, pressing all over the surface of each of his testicles looking for abnormal lumps. Even though I was doing it correctly, and it was for a good reason, I found that I was having trouble keeping the proper professional detachment. I felt a slight trickle running down my thigh. I pressed my thighs together more tightly, in an attempt to stem the flow. I feared that sharp-eyed Amanda would become aware of my loss of composure. Clearing my throat, I told Michael that I could detect no sign of abnormalities.



Hoping my voice would not betray my altering mood, I went on to explain about the seminiferous tubules where spermatogenesis – sperm formation – takes place. “Spermatogenesis cannot take place at body temperature, so the testes are air cooled to 3 degrees Centigrade lower here outside the body. Temperature adjustments are necessary, so the scrotum has a muscle called the dartos, and testes themselves are attached with a cremaster muscle so if they get too cold, they can be pulled back toward the warmth of the torso.”



Impulsively, I wet my finger, gently dabbed his sac, and blew a stream of cool air across Michael’s balls. The students gasped as the scrotum crinkled and the testes rose upward in response. Michael laughed quietly as he felt his balls squirm.



Emboldened, I curled one of my fingers along the back of a testis, to demonstrate the shape and location of the C shaped epididymis which receives the spermatozoa next in their journey.



The students now were leaning close, wide-eyed, hopefully visualizing the internal tubing, and not just ogling this luscious hunk of man meat. “OMG, did I just think that?” I chastised myself.



“The epididymis leads to the vas deferens which loops up over the urinary bladder and has a swollen ampulla right before it enters the prostate gland. Seminal vesicles flank the tube here, and contribute to the semen.”



“What is semen, actually?” Suzette asked, her voice a little huskier than I remembered it.



“A mixture of fluids from the seminal vesicles and the prostate gland, along with spermatozoa from the testes,” I replied.



“So its not all sperm?” chimed in Judy.



“Oh no, only a small portion is actually sperm. This is why if a man gets a vasectomy, there is virtually no change in the volume of his ejaculate.” As I vocalized the word “ejaculate” I felt my pussy give a little twinge of contraction.



“The fluids from those glands mix with the sperm, activating and nourishing them for their journey from the vagina, up through the uterus, and into the Fallopian tubules. To get to the outside, these fluids begin mixing in the ejaculatory duct found inside the side walls of the prostate, and then enter the urethra.”



“Urethra – isn’t that the tube for urine?” Amanda challenged, a twinkle in her eye – no doubt thinking about peeing and golden showers, if I am any judge of a person.



I tried to answer scientifically. “The urethra serves dual purposes in most animals. In a male human, the urethra actually has 3 sections: prostatic, membranous, and spongy or penile urethra. The latter leads to the outside. Its opening is in the head of the penis, also called the glans. Michael is not circumcised, so his glans has this skin covering, called a prepuce, or foreskin.”



Supposedly to demonstrate my point, I encircled his shaft, and pressed toward the base of his cock, and the foreskin drew back, exposing the tiny slit of the urethral opening.



From either the talk, or the touches, Michael’s cock had stiffened slightly. As we were looking, a tiny bead of clear fluid emerged from the slit.



“Is that semen?” Suzette, perhaps the least experienced of the four, asked curiously.



“No, it’s not. When a male is stimulated, the bulbourethral glands, a special pair of glands at the base of his penis, being secreting this fluid. It’s job is to clean the urethra, and remove any acidity, making the environment suitable for launching the semen.” Perhaps “launching” was too evocative of a word to use, since I felt my heart accelerate as I said it. “It is referred to as ‘precum’ by many people, I believe,” I stated with an authoritative voice as an attempt to diffuse the impact of the slang expression.



I had to admit to myself that the sight of that precum was turning me on, but I also felt I could not do anything about it. However, Amanda gave me an opening by speculating, “Professor, if that fluid removes acidity, it must be slightly alkaline, and alkaline substances have a mildly bitter taste, right?”



“That is correct, Amanda. Very good thinking.”



“Should we taste it, and see? After all, in the class on female sexuality, we tasted someone’s vaginal fluids. Remember?” the little tease goaded me. She knew full well it was MY vaginal fluids they all had tasted.



“I don’t know,” I hesitated. “Perhaps if Michael does not mind?” I looked up again, to see him smile and shrug permissively. “Very well.”



I dipped my finger in the bead of precum, only to see more well up in its place. The students waited, watching me as I placed that finger in my mouth and started sucking it. When I made no grimace of distaste, one by one they in turn dipped their fingers, and sampled. After a brief discussion, we agreed that while there might be a hint of bitterness, it was certainly not an unpleasant taste.



Judy then declared, “So if that liquid is from a different gland, precum can’t get us pregnant. Right?”



I had to answer honestly. “There may be small amounts of sperm that seep into that fluid. Withdrawal before ejaculation is a risky endeavor. A better way to prevent pregnancy is to use some other birth control, like the pill, which is what I use.” This caused my heart to accelerate even more, fearing I had just given too much information.



At that moment, Amanda’s cell phone made a dinging sound, signifying the arrive of a text. Such things are not permitted during the school day, but this was after hours. She glanced at it. “Oh! A text from Mistress Polly.” She scanned it quickly. Watching her face, I saw her expression transform from surprise to haughty calculation.



“Mistress Polly reminded me that, during school time, I am your student, and therefore I should not dominate you. She pointed out, however, that technically we are outside of school hours right now, and that I should make certain that this class is a ‘memorable’ one, since she cannot be here with you to help.” To my amazement, Amanda now shifted to The Voice, demanding, “What is the next topic you are planning to cover?”



My throat constricted as I felt my body reacting to that tone. Shaking slightly, I choked out, “Erection, Miss.” I tried to ignore the sharp inhalations of breath from the other 3 students, and probably Michael, as well, hearing me answer in such a manner. Even though the other 3 young ladies knew that I had acted submissively to Amanda when Mistress Polly had been present, this was their first inkling that my submission to her had gone any farther.



“Very well. What things can trigger an erection in the male, girl?” Amanda prodded me verbally.



Gulping, I answered, “Several things, Miss. Visual, tactile, olfactory, gustatory, and auditory stimuli can – even libidinous thoughts.”



“Excellent summary, girl. Michael, are you truly game for anything, as you said earlier?” Michael was looking a bit dazed at the sudden change of attitude in the room, but managed to nod in response to Amanda’s question.



“Wonderful. We will start with visual stimulation. Girl, stand very still as my classmates undress you,” she directed. With a wave of her hand, she signaled the other three young ladies. They came toward me with huge grins on their faces. Their expressions indicated that this indeed was beginning to have the makings of a memorable class. In what seemed to be no time at all, their eager hands had stripped me of every bit of clothing. Amanda pulled me in front of Michael, and turned me to face him.



“There, Michael. Take a good look. Look at Molly’s tits. Are they arousing?” She slapped my ass softly, saying, “Spread your thighs, and open your cunt. Show Michael that as well.”



I could not stop myself – in truth, I did not want to stop myself. My true nature was emerging under her control. I widened my stance, and even tilted my pelvis back as I lewdly opened myself to his gaze. His cock twitched and stiffened a bit more at this display.



“Very good. Now for tactile. Hmmm. Let’s see,” Amanda pondered. “You seemed to enjoy fondling his cock earlier. Go pump it a little, and use your lips on it. That will demonstrate tactile.”



Michael let out a groan as my hand wrapped itself on his cock and started a slow pumping action. I kissed all the rest of the exposed shaft carefully, and there was a good amount to kiss. I felt his cock getting more firm in my embrace.



“Enough!” Amanda ordered, obviously enjoying herself. “Place yourself on your back on top of your desk, girl, and open yourself up. We will test olfactory now.” As I complied, she directed Michael, “Go ahead and give her pussy a good sniff. Inhale deeply.” To her classmates, she said, “Watch his cock closely as he does.”



I was flushing a deep scarlet as Michael lowered his face into my crotch. The sounds made by his deep inhalations were interrupted by Judy crowing, “That sure is having the desired effect! Look at that!” Apparently, Michael’s cock was indeed showing more of an erection, but I could not see it from my position.



Amanda whispered something quietly into Michael’s ear. I wondered what she was asking or saying. Her voice was too low for me to hear. Suddenly Michael’s tongue slurped all the way from the base of my cunt to my clit! As he did this, Amanda explained to her classmates, “Gustatory means taste, of course.”



The sensation caused me to shriek with pleasure, and Michael kept plowing his tongue in long strokes up the furrow between my labia, obviously relishing my taste. “Oh yes,” Amanda added. “Let’s also incorporate auditory. Girl, tell Michael how good his tongue feels.”



“That’s fantastic, Michael!” I moaned. “Please keep licking my hot, wet, cunt! Your tongue makes me so excited! Keep it up, and I will cum all over your face!”



Finally Amanda said, “OK, Michael. Stop and stand back please. Let us all have a good look.” As she said this, she pulled me upright from the desk. Michael’s cock now stood rampant! Fully engorged, its length and girth caused his foreskin to peel back partway, revealing his smooth glans with its now oozing slit.



Turning to me, Amanda demanded, “Explain to the class the physiology behind that erection.”



Another excuse to touch that lovely structure! I moved close to him, and dropped to my knees. Taking his cock in one hand, with the other hand I used a fingertip to trace along each of the three rods of erectile tissues that constitute the bulk of the shaft. The words tumbled from my mouth. “The top two rods – here and here – are the corpora cavernosa. The bottom rod – here – is the corpus spongiosum, which passes forward and swells at the tip to become the glans, or head.” His cock jerked and a small spurt emerged from the slit in the glans as my finger caressed the tube along the underside of his cock.



“His excitement causes his heart to pump blood into the erectile tissues of the penis at a faster rate. This, as well as a chemical release, causes the penile arteries to dilate, and the rising blood pressure collapses the veins in it, preventing the blood from escaping. This causes this wonderful engorgement.” I was so mesmerized, I did not even notice using “wonderful” in such a non-scientific manner.



“You explain things so well, my dear little slut,” Amanda complimented me. “And what causes the erection to ultimately recede?”



My breathing rate and depth intensified, and my heart began hammering in my chest, thumping so hard I wondered if my tits were bouncing because of it. “Ejaculation, Miss. When the male ejaculates, along with the rhythmic contractions of musculature that cause his semen to…” my voice faltered slightly, “… erupt from his cock, constriction of the arteries helps the engorgement to dissipate.”



“I believe a demonstration is in order. Do you agree, ladies?” Amanda asked her classmates. There was a chorus of assent. Amanda took me by my hair and lifted me to my feet, commanding, “Back on top of your desk, slut. Time for you to get fucked while we watch.” The word “fuck” excited me more than I could articulate.



Without a peep of protest, I stretched out on my desk with my legs dangling over its side and eagerly spread my legs apart. I wanted that cock in me more than anything at that moment. “Come here, Michael,” I pleaded. “Give me the fucking that I need so desperately!” The fact that we would have an audience for our screwing seemed to act like an aphrodisiac on me. Gone for the moment was the prim and proper teacher. In her place appeared a wanton, needy slut, offering her cunt to this man. Begging to be his fuck toy!



Michael hesitated only a moment or two, perhaps unable to believe his luck. He certainly did not suffer from performance anxiety. If anything, his cock swell even more as he stepped toward me. Grabbing its base in his hand, he rubbed that throbbing shaft up and down my wet furrow, lubing it in my freely flowing juices. Still holding that glistening rod in his hand, he stepped back lightly and teased me, saying, “Come on, Molly. Show me where you want this.”



In answer, I reached down and grabbed my labia, one in each hand, and stretched them as far as I could to each side, completely revealing my churning vaginal opening. “Right here,” I moaned. “Ram that dick right into this tight little fuck hole of mine. Make me cum. Make us both cum. Please!”

…And just the beginning it was. As the months moved forward, Layla and I had been spending a lot more time together. Living around the corner from each other made it much easier to slip away. We worked out a few times a week, went shopping together, saw movies and enjoyed dinners. Both of us had wanted another intense encounter but working it around certain schedules made it hard. It had happened by chance that a weekend presented itself and I was able to have Layla spend it with me.



At 5:30 on a Friday, my doorbell rang and my heart started to race. I knew that it was Layla coming to spend an entire weekend in my lair. I buzzed her in and opened the door to see my favorite brick shithouse was standing there sporting 4 inch fuck me pumps, a short black dress with the zipper strategically placed running down the front, hair tied up neatly into a bun, holding a bottle of my favorite wine. I took the bottle of wine from her hand and escorted her into my living room, but not before locking lips. I could feel my body react to her, my clit already hardening at the very sight and slightest touch of her.



I showed Layla to my couch and offered her a seat. I chilled the bottle of wine but in the meantime, made her an overly strong cherry vodka and diet coke on the rocks. I wanted her loose, her inhibitions thrown to the wind. I sat down beside her, drink in hand, gazing at her stunning body. I could feel myself repeatedly licking and biting my lip. It took all my effort to not throw her down on the couch and ravish her right there.



Layla reached into her purse and pulled out a small black container. She opened it to reveal some of the best smelling marijuana I had ever come across and rolling papers. “Do you mind?” she asked me. I shook my head and watched as she rolled a thick blunt. I leaned forward and grabbed the lighter off the coffee table and handed it to her. I couldn’t help but stare as she placed the tip in her mouth and lit the end. Her lips gently wrapped around the end made my nipples erect. She took in a deep breath, blew an “O” shaped ring out her mouth, then handed me the joint.



“I should probably let you know now that smoking this shit makes me hornier than all shit,” I choked out as the puff of smoke left my mouth. “That’s kinda the idea,” Layla replied sarcastically. We sat back on the couch passing the ganja back and forth, giggling at the stupidest of things on the television. I could tell we were both more than a little lit.



“Come with me,” I said. “I want to show you something.”



Layla leaned forward to assist in balancing herself as she stood and I noticed that she was not wearing panties. I smirked as I walked ahead of her towards the back of the apartment. I told her to stand at the door with her eyes closed while I ducked into the second bedroom for my first surprise. I peeked my head out to make sure her eyes were closed then slipped back out and asked her to squat down for a moment.



I stood behind her, kissing on the back of her neck, from one side to the other. My teeth grabbed the bottom of her left earlobe and gnawed on it for a moment. As she lost herself in the moment, I put the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. I helped her to her feet, and then reached around her to open the door. I placed one hand on the small of her back and guided her into the room.



The room was cold and dressed so scantily that I watched her skin get tiny goose bumps. I left her standing in the middle of the room and walked to the lamp to flip the switch. I then went back to her and pushed her back towards the wall. Her body trembled not knowing where we were or what I was about to do to her.



“Raise your hands,” I demanded. I watched as she lifted them above her head. Her dress scooted up her thighs and I could see her pussy peeking out from the bottom of the hemline. I stepped up on a stool, grabbed her hands, and bound them with the leather restraints attached to the wall. After making sure they were secure, I quickly undressed and put on my leather dress with the breasts cut out, then stepped on the stool again so that my tits were in her face.



“Open your mouth, whore!” I shouted. Layla opened her mouth and I stuck my left breast into her mouth. I moaned loudly as she sucked hard, paying special attention to my nipples. I pulled it out then placed the other in her mouth and again she sucked on it. I ran my hand down the front of her dress very, very slowly and as I reached her pussy, I could feel the heat warming my fingers.



Stepping down, I moved the stool to the side and pressed Layla’s legs open. I took my time locking each ankle into its cuff. I reached for the zipper and slowly moved it down, revealing her soft skin. Not only had she not worn panties, she had no bra on either. I admired her stacked body before pushing the sides of the dress out of my way. My mouth watered as I watched her squirm just a little. I walked to the table, took the lighter out of the drawer, and lit the three candles sitting atop the unit.



“You’re a fucking dirty whore,” I said. “And dirty whores pay the price!”



I reached for the whip and stepped to her swiftly. I lifted my hand steady in the air then struck her thighs once, twice, three times. Her white skin turned red with each lashing and I could see that she desperately wanted to stop me by pushing me back only she couldn’t thanks to the straps holding her wrists. I dropped the whip on the floor and slid my tongue over the red marks on her legs working from the outside in towards her smooth kitty. Layla moaned louder and louder as my tongue came closer to her inner thigh.



I stood up and grabbed one of the candles which had accumulated a fair amount of wax drippings. I tipped the candle so the waxed slowly dripped down its body then cascaded onto her tit. Layla squealed as it ran down the top, over her nipple, and onto the floor. She bit her lip hard as I repeated the actions on her other breast. The wax clung to her nipples forming perfect little molds. I dropped back to my knees so that I was face level with her cunt and slowly and deliberately traced the outer fold before dipping it inside her. Layla jumped as my tongue poked in and out, faster then slower, faster, faster, faster. Her juices sloshed on my tongue as I lapped at her mound.



“Oh, oh, oh mistress,” she gasped.



“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped at her. “You speak when I tell you too!”



“Yes ma’am,” she quivered.



I started towards the hide-a-bench and lifted the lid. Finding the purple rope, I smiled to myself. I crossed back to Layla and lifted one breast, sliding the rope underneath, looping around twice then moving to the other and doing the same. I pulled the rope tight so her tits were bound hard then proceeded to use my middle finger and thumb to flick her nipples. I watched in amazement as her breasts changed color, her nipples becoming larger and larger. My lips parted just enough to take her nipple in my mouth and began to suck softly on them. Her head tilted back and she moaned as I sucked harder and harder then moved to the opposite one. Nervous that the ropes might be too tight, I loosened them just enough so that her tits regained their normal color but was tight enough to provide her pleasure.



Back to the magic box of hidden treasures I went looking for my next pleasure provider. Deep inside I found my Hitachi wand and my satin bag-o-tricks. Turning the wand on, I walked back to my bound slut and placed the head against her skin. Her hips began to twitch and wiggle as I pressed harder against her silky smooth pussy. Her tits heaved up and down harder and faster with every second that passed.



“Are you going to cum?” I inquired.



“No, ma’am, not yet,” she replied.



“Good, cuz I’m not done with you yet!” I snickered.



Pulling the wand back and turning it off, I stood up and reached for the stool. I climbed on top and released Layla’s hands, the moved to her ankles and let them free. I removed her dress, tossing it on the ground. Pushing her to the ground, I grabbed the collar and leash off the dresser, and placed it on her neck. Using the leash, I guided her to the bed in the middle of the room and hiked my dress up over my ass to reveal my pussy. I sat back on the bed and brought her body between my legs.



Holding the leash in my mouth, my hands caressed her skin softly. They worked their way towards her breasts and removed the ropes. Each hand cupped her mountain, fingers wandering over her perky nipples. I gave them a squeeze before moving further south. Wrapping my legs around her waist to keep Layla in place, I leaned forward and gave her bare ass a good, hard smack. Her body thrust forward against mine as I spanked it again.



I lay back on the bed, propping my ass up on a pillow. I gave the leash a little tug, letting her know it was ok for her to climb up as well. Spreading my legs, I could feel the juice from my pussy dripping onto the lips. I reached up, grabbed Layla’s head and shoved it face down into my cunt.



“Lick it!” I yelled loudly as I held her face into me.



I felt her tongue dive into my deep, dark hole, plunging it and out as if it were a cock. It would stop for just a moment, and then dive back in, causing me to thrust up on her perfect face. Layla pulled her face back to gasp for a breath but was shoved back to my mound. Working my hips, I pumped and down on her tongue, oozing juices as she licked away. I felt her nails dig up my inner thigh and could not help buy moan in ecstasy. I felt her fingers part my lips as her tongue moved to what I could only call my rock hard clit. I jumped as she slid two fingers inside me, filling my hole. When two became three, her tongue sucking, licking, circling my clit, it took every ounce of me not to cum in her mouth. I reached back down and yanked her face up, admiring my juices dripping down her chin.



“Lay face down on the bed,” I commanded.



Layla did as she was told, lying face down across the width of the bed. I disrobed from my dress and slid into my leather-bound strap on. I walked to the side of the bed where her face hung over slightly, removed her collar and leash. I checked to make sure the blindfold was still nice and tight and that she could not see a damn thing. With her face down, I squeezed her cheeks, prying her mouth open.



I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I hope you’re ready to gag.”



Before she could say anything, I thrust the cock deep into her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat and could hear her making little gagging noises. Her hands moved forward and touched my thighs, gently pushing back on them. With that, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my police issued cuffs. I pulled the cock out of her mouth just enough so that she could breathe and leaned forward, grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. No whore of mine was pushing me out of her mouth! I lifted Layla’s head and slid the cock back in her mouth, pumping it in and out.



“You like that, don’t you?” I said.



Layla’s head shook from side to side.



I reached forward between her legs, slid my finger up her slit and into her pussy, pulling my finger back covered with juices. “Yes, you do! Your pussy is dripping wet you little slut!”



I rammed the cock back into her mouth, holding her mouth open with one hand. Using my free hand, I lifted the blindfold just enough to see her beautiful eyes watering from the abuse and laughed. I put the blindfold back over her eyes and pulled out of her mouth. I walked around the bed and climbed up behind her sweet ass. My lips pressed against her lower back, kissing their way down, over one ass cheek and then the other.



I grasped her hips and pulled her to all fours. My hand reached around and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it hard, the other hand steadying the cock as it slid into her pussy. Once inside, my hands moved to either side of her hips, guiding them back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I pumped deep making sure that the head of the cock pressed against her g spot. It didn’t take long before Layla was thrusting herself back and forth on my hard rod. I placed my hand in the small of her back and she dipped down then thrust up over and over again.



It was time for a little treat for my favorite whore and I reached underneath a pillow and grabbed my anal beads. Holding Layla still, I spread her ass and spit on her hole, the only source of lube she would get from me. I pushed the tip of the medium sized beads into her asshole and she grunted hard. I watched as one bead disappeared, then a second, third, and fourth. Tucking the battery pack between the strap on and my skin, I flipped the switch to low and pulled the beads in and out slowly. I jammed the cock deep inside her cunt as I turned the beads to high. Layla’s whole body contorted as she was rammed. I reached under to feel her clit. It was swollen and full and ready to burst, just like Layla.



I pushed her head forward into the mattress, lifting her ass a little higher, giving me an angle to go as deep as I could possibly have gone. I watched as her perfect, tight ass, milked the beads, her pussy milking the cock. She fought me, trying to push her head up, but I kept her face down, allowing her to turn it to the side so that I could hear her screams of delight. My thumb and forefinger flicked her clit, then circled it slowly and in that moment I started to feel her release. I pulled the cock out of her pussy and pushed the beads all the way into her ass as a gush of cum poured from inside her. It was as if the dam had broken and a river broke through. Layla screamed, “Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!” at the top of her lungs.



The beads pushed out of her ass with her gush of cum and I ran two fingers up her slit then put them in my mouth. She tasted like candy, sweet, sweet candy. I slid my hand up her back, over her neck to remove the blindfold. I scooted off the bed and offered Layla a towel to pat herself with. I stood there staring at how beautiful she looked. When she was dried off, I handed her a robe and ushered her back to the couch where we had started this adventure. I poured her another drink and sat beside her. Her hair had fallen from the bun it had been in hours earlier and I ran my fingers through it slowly. Giving it a little tug and pulling her closer to me, I pressed my lips to hers and said, “You’re an amazing fuck. Don’t be surprised if tomorrow morning you wake up with me straddling your face!”

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It took them the better part of three days just to get all the sand out of the place. It didn’t initially occur to either of them to board up the broken windows before they started sweeping. Most of the first day was spent cursing and swearing that no matter how much sand they removed there always seemed to be more that remained. When Jackie finally realized their mistake, she broke into a laughing fit, fell to the floor gasping for breath, before Joe managed to make her tell him what was so funny. However, he did not share her thoughts on the matter and set off, muttering under his breath, to find some cloth and plastic to cover the gaping holes in the wall that used to be windows.



Once the windows were covered the rest was pretty smooth sailing. They got rid of the sand in the next couple of days and were busy trying to sort through the store’s inventory when they heard a rumbling sound outside. Joe, slightly startled, jumped, grabbed his gun, and called out to Jackie to get her crossbow. She did just that and met him by the front door, locked, loaded and more than a little nervous.



The sound grew louder as the minutes passed but they couldn’t see anything. As the rumbling increased their nerves grew more and more tense. By the time the bike finally came in to view, Jackie was visibly shaking and Joe was more than a little sweaty. As soon as they realized that the sound was not an indication of imminent doom and the end of the world, they both breathed a big sight of relief, while still maintaining a healthily defensive posture towards the approaching vehicle.



Neither of them had seen a functioning motorcycle for years. Jackie thought she had seen a couple that looked to be in working condition while she was being dragged around by a leash on all fours by some gang leader a few months back, but she’d never actually seen one run. At least not that she could remember now.



The memory of those weeks she spent, crawling around like a dog and getting raped and beaten daily sent a shiver down her spine and she realized she actually feared that vehicle now coming towards them. The only reference she had to bikes was not a good memory and it was taking a toll on her. Joe could see the fear in her eyes and tried calming her by laying a hand on her shoulder and kissing her gently on the cheek. She almost pulled away from him on pure reflex but managed to steel herself and keep still. The feelings of fear and panic did not, however, go away. She knew it was highly unlikely that this bike belonged to that same creep, but knowing it didn’t help much. The feeling in her soul told her that no good could possibly come from such machines.



As the motorcycle slowly pulled over by the pumps outside their new home, Joe sent Jackie to the back room to make sure the back door was locked properly. Although this was only one man, the possibility that there were others around that they couldn’t see was all too real, and he didn’t want to chance getting surprised.



Cover all the exits! Man the guns! Defensive positions! This isn’t an old army movie, dick… I’m just sayin’ … Well, don’t just say. I’ve got this. Sure you do, sergeant… Shithead…”



Joe shook his head to get the voices to shut up before he once again returned his attention to the person on the bike. Clad in some sort of full leather attire, topped off with a big, black motorcycle helmet which covered the face, it was impossible to tell if the rider was male or female. The cyclist had dismounted and looked over the pumps, as though they actually might be able to get anything out of them. When that didn’t work, the helmet was removed, revealing stunning, long, blonde hair falling down a weathered but pretty woman’s face. She looked to be about his own age, maybe a year or two younger, though it was hard to tell these days. The desert quickly took the youth out of you, and even though she looked to be around the age of forty, she could easily be as young as thirty. She looked up and saw Joe standing inside the door. She showed him her hands, making sure he could see she was unarmed, and started walking slowly towards him.



When he realized the person walking across the gas station was a woman, Joe unintentionally relaxed a bit, lowering his shotgun. Not until Jackie returned to his side, unwavering in her suspicion, did he regain some of his own. He mantled his shotgun, raising it slightly as he unlocked the door, ignoring the protests from Jackie. She wasn’t at all happy about this turn of events, but if Joe decided they would let this woman in, then she would make damn sure they were still alive when she left.



As Joe stepped out onto the dusty tarmac, Jackie stepped into the doorway, aiming her crossbow squarely at the unknown woman’s head. Joe had his gun pointed at the woman at about waist level and when he commanded her to stop, she did so, raising her hands above her head. She spun around slowly on his command, then proceeded to remove her leather jacket before completing another full turn, showing them that she was unarmed. Jackie, however, was not yet fully convinced.



“Strip!” She had come out of the store and was now standing next to Joe. “Completely.”



The leather-clad woman never even blinked as she started removing her pants, revealing a pair of stunning, tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles. Jackie seemed to be more taken with her than Joe was at this point, and when the partly clothed woman started removing her top, Jackie’s jaw actually dropped.



The woman wasn’t wearing a bra, but instead had wrapped her breasts in a combination of cloth and plastic, in order to reduce their size as much as possible. Why she would do that neither of the two lovers could understand, but it didn’t matter. The fact was that underneath all the wrapping there seemed to be a fairly substantial amount of boobs. The discomfort of keeping them wrapped up like that must be incredibly annoying, perhaps even painful.



“What’s your name?” Jackie had regained her composure enough to find her speech again.



“Trudy.” Her voice was smooth and sweet, though it had a hard and ‘no bullshit’ tone to it.



“You may get dressed again, Trudy.” Joe lowered his gun and told Jackie to do the same. “I’m sorry about that. You can just never be too careful these days.”



Trudy just nodded at him as she pulled her pants back up and put on her top. She then threw the jacket over her shoulder and walked casually towards them, extending her hand to greet them properly. They both shook it and welcomed her in.



As they all entered the now somewhat tidy store, Trudy stood for a bit, looking around as if she was searching for something. After only a few seconds it appeared she had found it, and she walked over to a small shelf on the back wall, helping herself to a few packs of bushings, a long rubber hose and a funnel. She looked up at Jackie, raising her eyebrow in an unspoken question, and received a only a small nod in reply. She smiled, stuffing the materials into her jacket before walking over to the counter, sitting up on it.



“It’s quite a nice place you’ve got here, I have to say.” Trudy smiled at them for the first time. “By the way, do the pumps work?”



Jackie shook her head in frustration. “Afraid not. There is a gasoline powered power station in the back, but it’s run dry. Can’t get it running without getting more gas, and I can’t get any gas without getting it running. Great huh?”



Trudy contemplated this for a while, staring off in the distance and mumbling to herself. Joe found her quite attractive in this state for some reason. He found himself wondering what she would be like, bent over that counter, getting that firm, round ass of hers spanked. He was soon brought back from his day dreaming by a sharp elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Jackie. She looked up at him with a knowing smile and winked at him before she walked over to Trudy and jumped up on the counter next to her.



“Anyway Trudy…” Jackie still had a sly smile on her face. “I just have to ask. What’s with that wrapping, you know, around your tits.” She blushed as she spoke, but she really was curious.



Trudy smiled at her and gave her hair a quick ruffle. “It’s purely for survival dear. You must know what some men do if they find a lone woman out there.”



A quiver of fear went though Jackie as she knew just all too well what Trudy meant. She quickly averted her eyes and stared straight down to the floor. Trudy saw her reaction and went awkwardly quiet. It was obvious this beautiful, young woman had seen her share of what men did to women if they were unlucky. Without thinking she reached her arm out to Jackie’s face and tenderly stroked her cheek. When Jackie didn’t pull away, she continued the motion until she heard Joe approaching.



“There’s no need to keep them locked up as long as you stay here, dear.” His voice gave away his lust and she grinned at him.



“Oh there isn’t is there?” She winked at him, but made no effort to take him up on his offer. “How do I know you won’t simply rape me as soon as I get my jacket off? For all I know this pretty little thing is just your slave who you’re using to lure me into feeling safe until you have me tied up in the back, using me for a punching bag.”



Joe was completely floored and found himself at a loss for words. Of course, her position was a completely natural one and her suspicions were absolutely justified. The fact that she had already been nearly completely naked in front of him, although it had been at gun point, and that she had freely revealed herself as a woman well before she’d known who was around had not escaped him.



“I don’t think you believe that at all, though.” Joe smiled warmly at her. “If you had, you wouldn’t be sitting here so casually, when that big knife you’re carrying in your jacket is laying too far away to reach in a pinch.”



Trudy never revealed any of the shock she felt at his statement, but only smirked at him. Then, as quickly and smoothly as a cat, she slid from the counter and jumped at her jacket to get to her trusted knife. But before she could get her hands on the piece of leather, Jackie had gotten up, swiped it away and stood in front of Trudy, a snarl on her face and fire shooting from her eyes. The look in her eyes begged Trudy to make a move.



Not one to disappoint, Trudy leapt at her, going for the full body tackle, but Jackie calmly stepped to the side and planted a firm, hard knee in the older woman’s side. She went to the ground with a thud and a groan as Jackie jumped on top of her and wrapped her arms around her throat. Not hard enough to actually choke the life out of her, but just hard enough to make her point. To her surprise, as she increased the pressure slightly, she heard a slight moan from the woman under her.



“Oh, you like that do you?” The delight in Jackie’s voice was clear. “How about a little more then?”



As the pressure on her throat increased, Trudy couldn’t help but give a low moan of lust. She didn’t know why this had such an effect on her, but she found the actions of the younger woman somehow incredibly erotic and arousing. Her will to fight had slowly faded away, leaving her more and more willingly in the control of the girl on top of her.



“Please…” she managed to grunt out as she was struggling for air.



Jackie eased the pressure on the woman’s throat a little. Not enough to make breathing an easy task, but enough to enable her to speak. As she felt Trudy relax a little underneath her, Jackie found herself a little shocked at how easily she had taken to this position. Being on top and in control wasn’t something she’d had the opportunity to experience before, but now that she was actually doing it, she found it quite to her liking. The realization brought fire to her loins, and she had to force herself off Trudy before she lost control of herself. She had made her point, and this wasn’t the time or place to experiment with this new side of her. And more importantly, she didn’t want to force Trudy to do anything she didn’t really want to. She knew exactly how horrible that experience had been for her, and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone.



As she released her hold of the woman and stood up Jackie glanced over at Joe, who was leaning on the counter with an impressed look on his face. He nodded his approval to her and she immediately beamed with pride, giving him a huge, happy smile.



Trudy stood, quite obviously shaken, and dusted off her pants as she picked up her jacket. Joe saw it and readied his gun. When she took out the knife he didn’t raise it and, when she tossed the big metal blade on the floor in front of him, he knew he had been right to trust her. He had always been good at reading people, or so he had thought. That made the whole affair back at the cabin all the more annoying. He had doubted his instinct, and it could have gotten him and his woman killed.



Jackie leaned up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She could see that he was unsettled by something but didn’t want to bring it up right now. There would be plenty of time to discuss personal matters when they were alone again.



“That’s quite the grip you have there little girl.” Trudy’s voice was friendly and teasing. “I’m impressed. I really am.” She massaged her throat gently where Jackie’s arm had crushed it.



“You’ve got some moves yourself, for an older woman.” Jackie smirked and winked at Trudy, who couldn’t help but laugh.



“I should be offended I think.” She winked. “But for some reason, I like you anyway. You’ve got a lot of heart kid.”



Joe smiled, suddenly feeling very proud of his young girlfriend. She did have a lot of heart, and she was every bit as crafty as she was beautiful. He wanted to let her know how lucky he felt that he had met her, but he wasn’t sure how. He guessed that the sex would have to be his voice of gratitude until he could think of something that would truly show her how he felt. The thought of bending her over and taking her right now crossed his mind, but he dismissed it, although quite reluctantly. That would have to wait. They had guests, and that sort of behavior just wasn’t in good manners.



As they all three tried to get their heads straight, Jackie’s eyes went to the materials Trudy had stuffed in her jacket. She wondered what on earth all that would be used for on a motorcycle. Sure, she herself was pretty good and building and fixing things, but she couldn’t imagine what on earth was the intended use for any of it. Trudy caught her looking and saw the perplexed look on her face, and couldn’t help but smile.



“I’m going to get your generator up and running so I can get some gas for my bike.” The matter of fact tone in her voice made Jackie blush a little. She should have thought of that!



“Oh.” was all Jackie could say.



Trudy laughed. “Don’t worry, kid. You probably haven’t seen many bikes around have you? You couldn’t have been more than, what, fifteen or so when things started going bad?”



Jackie nodded slowly, suddenly very away of her own youth and inexperience. The fact was that when the world had first started to change, she had just had her fourteenth birthday.



***



She had wanted a new laptop computer but her parents didn’t have the money. She remembered she had been very disappointed and, being quite the brat back then, she hadn’t tried to hide it. She regretted that now. The last thing she had ever said to her father, who was killed in a large forest fire, was how much she hated living in that house. She had gone to bed that night crying in anger, and awoke the next day to the sounds of sirens. As she went downstairs she heard her mother talking to some policemen who were telling her that her husband, Jackie’s father, has died in the line of duty. She ran back to her room, crying violently into her pillow, hating herself for what she’d said to him.



She lived with her mother for another year or so until she had died suddenly of complete organ failure. Her body just couldn’t handle the increasingly difficult living conditions, and had just shut down completely one night.



Now she found herself alone. Both her parents were dead and she had no relatives she could turn to. There was no water in the pipes anymore. The government had issued a decree saying that all water was to be regulated and distributed by selected wholesalers only. A few days later the electricity had gone out and soon after that, the neighbors had started to pack up and leave. It wasn’t very long before the once thriving little suburban community was a total ghost town with a resident population of one.



It wasn’t long before Jackie had gone through what little supplies she had in the house, and soon she found herself searching through neighboring houses, looking for food and water. There wasn’t much left, but she found enough to get by, for a while at least. She tried to figure out what she was going to do, and she had just made a plan to try and get herself in to the city, when the first looters came.



She was asleep in her bed when she heard windows break on the first floor of the house. Scared to death, she hid in a closet in her room, hoping and praying that whoever was in the house wouldn’t be interested in teenage girl’s clothing. Luckily she had been right. The burglars soon left, leaving the whole first floor a complete mess. Upon further investigation Jackie found that they had taken most of her food and water, along with almost all the valuables in the house. She was distraught. What would she do now? What could she do? She was just a fourteen year old girl.



That night, Jackie had an epiphany. Sure she was just a little girl, but she did do quite well at physics in school, and she really wasn’t bad with her hands when she put the effort in. Granted, she didn’t really have any real experience in building anything more complicated than the small alarm she had built in class a year or so back, but she thought she could get the hang of it if she tried.



***



Jackie suddenly became aware of her surroundings again as Joe gently shook her by her shoulder. She had tears in her eyes and when she realized where she was, she broke down crying, throwing herself into his arms. Joe folded his arms around her, surprised and a bit stunned at her reaction, and just let her get it all out. He looked over at Trudy, who watched the events with sad eyes and looked away from his gaze. She knew how the girl felt, she thought. Everyone had their own sad tales nowadays, and this girl couldn’t have had it easy, being as pretty and innocent looking as she was.



Trudy shook off the thoughts of what she must have been through and walked out of the store and headed to her bike. She didn’t want to dwell on her own miseries, let alone someone elses, and she found that work kept her head in the present. Just as she sat down by her machine, she cursed to herself, remembering that she had forgotten to bring a gas can with her. She put her jacket on the ground by the bike and, muttering some obscenities, headed back inside.



Inside, Joe was still holding Jackie, who had stopped crying now and was just enjoying the closeness. When Trudy entered again she looked up from his chest and was suddenly ashamed at how she had reacted at her words. She wanted to say something, to make Trudy understand that it wasn’t her fault she had broken in to tears. But try as she might, she couldn’t find anything to say. How did you explain something like that to someone? Instead, she gave a resigned sigh, pushed herself out of Joe’s grasp and went over to the long haired woman and gave her a hug.

Startled and surprised at Jackie’s embrace, Trudy stopped in her tracks and hesitantly let her own arms wrap around the slender body of the younger girl. It felt somewhat awkward standing there, hugging this girl, but she wasn’t about to refuse. When she thought about it, she actually found it quite to her liking, feeling the big, firm breasts pressed against her own, the warmth of her breath against her ear and the slight caress of Jackie’s arms on her back.



Without even realizing what she was about to do, Trudy took Jackie’s head in her hands and guided her face towards her own. Soon she felt her own lips pressed against those of the young girl, whose lips parted slightly, her insistent tongue trying to enter her mouth. Trudy willingly accepted it and let her own tongue chase after it. She could hear herself moan into the sweet mouth of the young beauty in front of her and, as her breathing got heavier, the girl’s tongue became more and more persistent. Trudy let it roam freely inside her mouth, giving in to the passion and eagerness with which Jackie took her.



When she felt Jackie’s hands creeping under her top she did nothing to stop it. And when those hands started to undo the bindings around her chest she let it happen. She just stood there, locked in place by the feel of the lips that were firmly pressed against her own and the tongue that seemed to never get enough of her taste.



Jackie felt a strange sensation running through her as she took control of the situation. She had a fleetingly thought, wondering if this was how Joe felt when he had his way with her. She figured it probably was, but made a mental note to ask him about it later.



There was no resistance from Trudy as Jackie continued to release her breasts from their prison. Once she had all the cloth and plastic wrapping out of the way, she could feel the fullness of the warm globes as they filled her hands completely. It must have been extremely uncomfortable to keep them under wrap like that. Jackie gave them a gentle squeeze, drawing a sharp gasp from the blonde haired woman. She felt a sudden charge of power that emboldened her and she squeezed again, harder this time. Trudy gasped, then yelped as Jackie tightened her grip even more. In spite of the pain in her bosom, Trudy made no attempt to pull away, but rather pressed herself tighter against Jackie’s hands.



Joe stood watching the events unfold from his place at the counter. He wanted to join in, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. The pure eroticism of what he saw made it worth it to just stand there, watching and smiling to himself as he saw his normally submissive woman take charge and be the aggressor. It truly was a thing of beauty, and he could feel his erection throbbing under his pants. Release would come eventually but it would have to wait for now.



When Jackie finally broke the kiss that had Trudy so firmly locked in place, she heard a small, whimpered moan of disappointment as the older woman slowly started to regain her thoughts. Before she had done so fully though, Jackie dropped to her knees and started to unbutton and pull down her new lover’s leather pants. They were indeed a tight fit and it took some fidgeting, but soon she had them laying in a pile around Trudy’s feet.



Those long, beautiful legs were now only inches away from her face and Jackie couldn’t help herself. She extended her tongue and slowly began licking them. She started with the thighs, trying to cover as much of them as she possibly could in her saliva. As she neared the hot, wet center of her desire, she heard Trudy take a deep breath and hold it in. She teased a little closer but, just as she was about to let her tongue wander onto the blonde’s mound, she pulled away and started over again. Trudy gave a frustrated grunt and tried to thrust her pelvis forward to force the tongue to go where she wanted it, but Jackie pulled away and gave her a light but firm slap on the thigh.



“There will be none of that!” She had a sharpness and command in her voice that even she didn’t recognize. “You will stand still until I tell you to move or this little play date is over. Do you understand?”



“Yes.” Trudy spoke in between gasps and moans.



“Yes, what?” Jackie slapped the older woman’s thigh again, still not very hard but hard enough to register.



“Yes… ma’am?” Trudy really didn’t know what to say so she blurted the first thing that came to mind.



Joe almost laughed. Instead, he closed his eyes, breathed deep and managed to keep himself under control, allowing only a little smirk. He knew full well, from personal experience, that Trudy’s answer would not go over well.



Jackie sat back on her heels, frowning up at the older woman in front of her. “Ma’am?, really? Do I look old enough to be ‘Ma’am’ to you?!” She followed up the question by giving Trudy a few hard slaps on the thighs.



“I’m sorry!” Trudy suddenly had an urgency in her voice. Whether it was from not wanting to get spanked again, or if it was because she wanted to please her young abuser, she didn’t really know. But she didn’t want her to be angry with her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know, this is all new to me. I’m sorry, don’t be mad… please.” There were now tears forming in her eyes.



Jackie wasn’t really mad at all. She found it quite endearing that this woman, who she didn’t even know, wanted so badly to be good for her. She stood up and gently kissed the tears from the corners of Trudy’s eyes, letting her hands caress over her body as she stood in front of her. It really was a beautiful body.



“That’s okay my dear.” Jackie’s voice was back to being warm and loving. “It’s Miss or Miss Jackie if you prefer. But call me Ma’am one more time and it’ll earn you a good spanking.”



Trudy thought about it for a short second but decided against it. Although she had enjoyed the light spanking of her thighs, she wasn’t sure she was ready for a real one just yet. She shivered slightly as she felt Jackie’s hands running across her body. She pressed herself against the wandering hands, wanting them to be everywhere at once. She didn’t know what had come over her, but at this point she was too far gone to care. She only knew she wanted more of anything and everything the young minx had to give her.



“Take off your top and turn around.”



There was no room for argument in Jackie’s voice and Trudy hurried to comply. Once she had done as ordered she stood, nervously waiting for whatever was going to happen to her. She wanted to turn around and see what her playmate was up to, but she kind of liked the uncertainty and decided to do as she was told. She would find out soon enough.



Joe was a bit surprised when Jackie motioned to him to quietly come over to her. He obliged, trying his best to make as little noise as possible. As he got to her, she reached for the front of his pants and squeezed his erection gently. He had to bite his tongue not to moan and he shot her a little glare, which was met with a smirk and a wink. All he could do was smile in return. There was something about this girl that rendered him completely defenseless at times. He assumed that was a good thing though, and decided to let her have her little fun for the day.



She looked up at him with a questioning look on her face and nodded towards the now naked Trudy. Joe understood perfectly well what she was getting at and nodded his head in agreement. He would love to have himself buried deep between those tanned, lovely legs. As he let the sight of Trudy’s naked body fill his eyes he felt Jackie undoing his pants, freeing his member from its prison. It sprung to attention immediately as Jackie teased him, letting her hands run along his length.



Jackie suddenly let go of his erection and made her way back over to Trudy, who stood patiently in place waiting for her. Without saying a word, she grabbed Trudy’s hair and dragged her, not too harshly, over to the counter and bent her over it. When she was satisfied with the positioning she gently kicked Trudy’s feet apart before stepping out of her own pants and agilely hopping up on the counter.



Jackie positioned herself so that her pussy sat right in front of Trudy’s face and looked her in the eye. There was no hesitation, no resistance or reluctance; only a deep, burning desire.



“Get at it!” Jackie’s voice was warm and friendly but there was no mistake who was in charge.



“Yes Miss” Trudy’s voice was little more than a panting whisper as she tentatively lowered her head towards the wet, inviting prize in front of her.



Jackie couldn’t help but moan loudly as Trudy made contact. Though slow and a bit unsure at first, she soon got into a rhythm and upped the pace as well as the pressure. Jackie had a hard time sitting still as the older woman lapped, sucked, nibbled and rubbed on her hot center. There was no way this was Trudy’s first rodeo she thought to herself as she felt the familiar sensations rising within her. She was getting close already.



As Trudy got more and more lost in her task, she lost all connection to the world around her. All that mattered at this point was to do a good job and to bring pleasure to the stunning beauty she was so eagerly lapping at. She didn’t even notice Jackie motion to Joe or that he had come up behind her. Not until she felt the tip of his rock hard erection at the entrance to her dripping hole did she even remember he had been in the room.



Joe pushed slowly into Trudy’s inviting treasure. As he inched his way in, he could hear her moan, groan and grunt between his girlfriend’s wide open legs. He had expected some form of reluctance, but instead he could feel her pushing back at him as he thrust into her. To say he was both a little surprised and very pleased was a huge understatement.



It didn’t take long for the added pleasure of a big, hard man inside her for Trudy to quickly build toward her peak. The feeling of being completely and wonderfully full, combined with the intense shame of her inability to deny the stunning young girl she was now pleasuring sent her into orbit; she screamed at the top of her lungs and panted so hard she thought she might faint from the bliss.



As Trudy set off on her journey, her screams and moans vibrated in Jackie’s center of pleasure, sending her too over the edge. They screamed, moaned and cried out together as the waves of unimaginable joy swept over them. Though Jackie had had many a pleasurable orgasm since she met Joe, there was something about having a woman’s tongue on her most sensitive flesh that was just beyond anything she had ever thought possible.



“Which one of you two harlots want the honor of my load?” Joe pulled out of the wonderful pussy he’d been pleasuring and came over to its owners face.



“Shoot it in me!” Jackie had an idea that she knew would bring pleasure to her and, she hoped, more sweet humiliation to her new favorite woman. “Let the slut lick it out of me!”



Joe laughed as he stuck his cock into his lovely girl’s wide open, waiting pussy. It didn’t take him very long to finish and when he came it was with a low, rumbling growl as he deposited his load into the girl he was falling in love with.



When Trudy had heard Jackie calling her a slut and telling Joe that she would have to lick his sperm out of Jackie’s pussy, she though she would die of shame. However, shame wasn’t the strongest feeling she had. The excitement and lust far overshadowed, and was probably fueled by, any feelings of shame or humiliation. As a matter of fact, she wasn’t so sure anymore that feeling ashamed was always a bad thing. When she’d heard herself talked about in that way, she hadn’t wanted to run away or tell them off. She had wanted to try harder, do more, to please the lovely girl who had called her a slut.



If she’d had time to reflect over these things she probably would have, but before the thoughts had any real chance of planting roots, she felt a hand grab hold of her hair and pull her back towards that lovely, wet piece of flesh she has so eagerly been pleasing just a few seconds ago.



Jackie leaned her head back and sighed blissfully as she once again felt the wonderful tongue of her older lover getting to work on her. She wouldn’t be reaching a new climax this time around but she was damn sure going to enjoy every second this eager mouth was spending on her.



Trudy tried her best to give Jackie as much pleasure as she possibly could as she slurped and licked as much of Joe’s offerings as she could get her mouth on. It had been many years since she had tasted a man’s semen and she couldn’t remember it tasting this good. Maybe it was the situation or maybe it was the fact that it had been mixed with the wonderful taste of a woman’s juices, but she was truly enjoying it and was going to make sure she got every last drop.



When they had all had their fill for the moment, Jackie gracefully slid from the counter and pulled her pants back up. She told Trudy not to move and then went over to Joe, giving him a hot, deep kiss. He could feel the love in that kiss, and he responded in kind. Seeing his girl with another woman had been incredibly hot, but seeing her take command and bossing that woman around had been even hotter. Given a few more minutes to rest up he would probably be ready for a encore, but they had other business to attend to before the day was completely over. Reluctantly, Joe let go of his lover and zipped his pants back up.



“Can we keep her?” Jackie beamed with playfulness. “I bet she would make an excellent pet!”



Joe couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure she would, my love. We’ll see. Maybe we can keep her, if she wants to be kept.”



Trudy blushed as she heard them talk about her in such a playful manner. And although she was sure they were just joking around, some part of her wished they weren’t. She had had her share of men in her days, but nothing had ever some close to what she had experienced today. She still hadn’t dared to move after being told not to, so her excitement would be obvious to anyone who might look in her direction. The realization made her blush an even darker shade of red as she thought about what had happened to her. She wasn’t this kind of woman, was she?



“You may stand and get dressed now.”



Jackie’s voice, this time directed at Trudy, was so full of mirth that it was hard to take what she said as any kind of order. Nonetheless, Trudy stood slowly, on very shaky legs, and started to try to locate her clothes. For some reason she couldn’t find them anywhere. Not until she looked over at Jackie that is. She was standing near Joe with a mischievous grin on her face. In her left hand was Trudy’s pants, and in the right was her top.



“If you want them, come and get them.” Jackie smiled wide as Trudy slowly started walking towards her. “No, on your knees. Crawl over here.”



Trudy was stunned. How could she possibly do what this young girl had asked of her? She was still debating in her head whether or not she should comply when she found herself on all fours, crawling like a good puppy dog. Deeply shamed and humiliated she continued the short crawl over to Jackie and looked up at her with pleading, tearing eyes.



“You’re such a good girl.” Jackie patted her condescendingly on the head. “You’ve more than earned your clothes back!”



Jackie handed her her garments as she knelt down beside her. She kissed away the tears running down her cheeks and then planted a big, deep kiss on her lips. As she stood back up, she could see that Trudy was shaken and obviously very confused by everything she’d experienced. She decided not to push her any further for the time being and just gave her a quick pat on the butt as she walked by, heading toward the back room to have a closer look at the generator.



Joe stayed with Trudy as she got dressed. He didn’t really know what to do or say, so he just stood there, making sure not to look at her, while she pulled the clothes over her body. When she was finally clothed again she regained some of her composure and was able to look up at Joe.



“I don’t know what you must think of me…” she started, but failed to finish her sentence. Instead she hung her head and just stood, feeling lost and vulnerable.



Joe didn’t really know what he was supposed to do, so he did the only thing that came to mind. He pulled her to him and folded his big arms around her. She stiffened at first, but soon relaxed and let him hold her while she cried into his shoulder. She didn’t really know why she was crying, but for some reason she just felt that she needed to. Maybe it was pent up frustrations being released, or maybe it was just the aftermath of all the new revelations she’d had about herself. In either case, she really just needed to get it out, and he let her.



When she finally was all cried out she looked up at Joe with red eyes and a small but genuine smile. “Thank you,” was all she could manage to say.



“Don’t mention it.” He smiled warmly at her. There was something very disarming about his smile and she instantly felt a lot better. “How are you feeling, Trudy? Are you sure you’re okay?”



“I think so.” She tried a smile again and thought she managed pretty well. “This was… well.. I mean… I have never done anything like that before. I never knew you could. But it… she… I don’t know.”



Joe’s smile never wavered. “I could tell. You did very well though.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “In fact, I think Jackie might have a crush on you. Granted, I haven’t known her for very long, but that look she gave you usually only means one thing.”



Trudy blushed again. She had done that more in the past hour than ever before in her life, but she supposed it was all right. After all; how often did you meet a girl who, by just looking at you, could make your knees wobble and your mind go completely blank? And Joe was no bad catch either, she confessed to herself. He was strong, firm and he did have an amazing piece of equipment that he was quite adapt at using too. Just thinking that last thought made it impossible to sustain any kind of eye contact, so she quickly averted here eyes and found a good spot on the floor between her feet that seemed appropriate to stare at for a while.



“It’s okay, Trudy.” She thought he had actually read her mind and froze in place. “There’s no shame in enjoying someone telling you what to do, or with loving another woman for that matter. Ask Jackie about that. She was probably more awkward about it at first that you are now, albeit for completely different reasons.”



When she realized he hadn’t read her mind Trudy loosened up a bit, though still too ashamed to meet his eyes. “Jackie? But she’s so… assertive.”



“That seems to just be with you.” Joe’s confusion was evident in his voice. “You want to see what a compliant little girl she usually is? I can shame her a bit for you if you want to get a bit even.”



Trudy thought it over for about a second before she nodded her head eagerly. Joe smiled at her, then asked her to move aside a bit and, if she didn’t mind, drop her pants and bend slightly forward. She did as he asked, not so much because she felt she had to but because she was extremely curious about what he was planning.



“Jackie! Come out here please!” Joe’s voice carried like a bomb going off through the building and soon enough, Jackie came running out of the back room. “On your hands and knees, if you would.” He felt he might as well shame her a little extra just for fun.



Jackie stopped on a dime and quickly dropped to her knees and started crawling to her man. Seeing her obey so willingly always brought a smile to his face and a warmth to his heart and now was no different. As she came up to him she started reaching for his pants, but he just put his hand on her head, turning it towards Trudy’s bare behind.



“Lick it.” was all he said, knowing full well that she thought he meant her pussy.

I’d like to tell you a tale of what happened one day on my day off. You see, I run a dungeon in Seattle in a beautiful Victorian house. I chose such a house because it looks like any other house from the era but if you knew what was in said house, it looked daunting enough on the outside to make your heart skip a beat as you walked up the stone path to the front door. I like to make first impressions last even before I meet anybody.



I am a prominent member of Seattle society so when I chose this as my side profession, something I had wanted ever since I was a little girl, I made sure to cover all my bases lest my “real” job got destroyed and my good, wholesome name in the community get tarnished. I went under the name Kathryn and, to my employees and clients, I never showed my face. I decided to wear masks in my profession because I felt that, besides eliciting a sort of power and keeping my identity a secret, they also made me feel like I could be the Mistress that I always wanted to be. If anybody decided to judge me, it really wasn’t me they were judging. Besides, with my reputation now, I don’t think anyone would find it wise to cross me in any way. I can definitely be brutal…and I like it that way.



I have five girls working for me and I treat them all as if they were my daughters. I don’t have children so it’s nice for me to pass on some maternal wisdom and nurturing to my girls. They all call me Mother because that’s what I’ve been to all of them since they started. Some of them were working as strippers with no self-esteem and practically suicidal, some were lost and just wanted to feel free. Whatever led them to me was a blessing and I don’t question the reasons.



There was one girl in particular that worked for me. Her name was Elise and she was stunning. Broken…but definitely stunning. She was a statuesque blonde…about five foot nine and about one hundred twenty pounds. She could make anyone drop to their knees at the sight of her but she was terribly submissive. I hired her immediately knowing first that she would bring in great business but also because she was a bombshell and someone I was very attracted to. They say to never let business and personal affairs mesh, but I’m not just anyone. One slow, foggy September day, I decided to approach Elise and see what would happen.



The rain was falling hard in the early morning and the smell of Autumn was prominent in the air. I had just woken up around noon and decided that today was the day that I would see Elise. We had an established trust and I wasn’t going to make her do anything she didn’t want to do, but no one could blame me for trying. In this business, it really doesn’t matter if you fuck your employer. Besides, if what I was about to do made her want to leave, the door, as I have told all of them, is always open. I showered and dressed in some of my finest attire which, today, was a black suit that I had bought just for such an occasion. I put on some nice heels and my leather kid gloves and now it was time to choose a mask. I wanted something that would be calming but also show that I mean business. I chose a black mask with silver flourishes on it. It said to me, “I can be gentle, but don’t upset me or else you’ll regret it.” I put the mask on and could already feel myself transform into Kathryn…this persona I have created. It was a lovely feeling to be sure. I curled my hair and kept it down to my shoulders. It was time to see Elise.



I always encourage my girls to be educated. A lot of them have their GEDs and are now at community colleges. When I found Elise, she was studying on her bed for her English class. She must have been studying hard because the sound of her door opening did not rouse her from her studies.



“Good afternoon, Elise.” I said, trying to sound normal even though my heart was pounding out of my chest.



“Oh!” she said with surprise. “Good afternoon, Mother! You scared me!”



“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to. I was just seeing how you were keeping busy. Studying, I see?”



“Yes, Mother. It’s for my English class. I have to write a speech. I’m kinda nervous.”



“Oh, don’t be nervous,” I said. “Speeches are a piece of cake!” I walked toward the bed and sat down next to her. Elise was always naked when she was by herself so I started rubbing her beautiful back. Her skin is irresistibly milky…I just couldn’t help myself. “How do you think I became who I am?”



” What do you mean, Mother?”



“Confidence, dear. You have to have confidence in yourself. Once you can win over that crowd, you’re set. Feel free to practice your speeches on me. I’ll tell you if they need improvement before your class, okay?”



“Thank you, Mother!” she said with a sigh. “I feel a lot better now. Thank you.”



It was time now.



“No problem, sweetie. That’s what I’m here for. However, maybe you would like to take time away from your studies and have a little fun with me.”



She looked at me perplexed. I felt scared, suddenly, that I had made a wrong move. “What do you mean?” she said.



“Well,” I said, “today is a slow day. It’s raining, cold…we only have two clients for the day and Beth and Marisa are taking those two so I was thinking that you could be my little pet for the day. It would certainly get your mind off of speeches.”



Elise is a shy girl so she giggled a little and said, “Mother, I don’t know…I…”



I cut her off. “Listen, Elise. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’ll be my pet for one day, even less than that. From now until sundown. You’ll be very well taken care of, I assure you. So what do you say?”



“Mother, I don’t know,” she said, hesitating. “I’m scared.”



“Don’t be scared,” I said. “Why would I not take care of you? You’re my girl. I love you just like I love the others. Come on. Let’s go to the dungeon.” I held out my hand. She reluctantly put hers in mine. My little game was about to begin.



Most people who say they run dungeons merely mean they have a house of ill repute for the BDSM connoisseur. I, on the other hand, actually have a dungeon within my house of ill repute. It’s a lovely space and I mostly designed it myself with the help of a close friend whom I trust. We had special beams installed for suspension, there were hooks, rings, and anchor points galore embedded in the stone walls and even the floor. I had dressers and closets and hangers full of all the toys and gadgets you could possibly imagine. I had already sort of set up for Elise so when I took her down there, everything was already prepared.



Elise followed me down the stairs…down, down, down into my own created Hell. It was beautiful down there. Everything was gray stone, there were broken chandeliers that I had purposely not fixed to add to the creepiness. People pay a lot of money to use/get used in the dungeon so I make sure people get what they’re paying for. I had barely opened the door and I could hear Elise breathing heavier behind me. I turned around and she was crying.



“Elise, what is the matter with you?” I was getting frustrated. “I told you everything is going to be okay. If you really don’t want to do this, I can’t force you to do anything but what I can do is make your life a living hell. This is something I really want from you.”



“I’m okay, Mother. Honest. I’m just scared of this room. I’ve never been in it before and I never wanted to be. I’ve been avoiding it the entire time I’ve been working for you. I even pay the other girls to clean it when it’s my turn! But I am your pet today…and pets don’t have a say where their Masters lead them, do they?”



I chuckled a little. That was exactly why I loved Elise. She was such a timid little mouse but she could sure man up when she needed to. “That’s my girl. …and you were right to avoid this room. It IS as scary as you imagine it to be and I make sure it stays that way. Come in.”



I have my dungeon set up in areas. I have a large bed for…well…whatever you want to use the bed for and to the side of the bed, I have a dressing screen in front of a closet full of costumes. Not like Batman or Superman costumes…more like harnesses, latex catsuits, corsets, gloves…stuff that would make people feel more dominant. A session, after all, is very much like acting and what actor doesn’t wear a costume? On the other side of the room are all my dressers and hooks and hangers with all of my toys. Drawers filled to the brim with restraints, clamps, locks, whips, floggers…anything a person could ever need and then some. Across from the dressing screen I have a Victorian-style bench. It was the most perfect bench I had ever seen. It was upholstered in burgundy velvet and the wood was mahogany. I led Elise over to this bench and sat her down for a little pep talk. If she was already nervous, it was just going to get worse so I might as well make it so there aren’t any surprises.



“Okay,” I sighed, “How are we doing? How are you feeling? Tell me everything. What do you see?”



“I see what’s kept you busy down here!” She laughed. She couldn’t tell, but I was grinning from ear to ear. “To be honest, I’m nervous but I’m excited. I see a lot of things that I don’t know what they are for. I see a lot of things I never want to experience…but I see a lot of opportunity. Maybe you can help me get more acclimated to this space and the things that go on in here.”



“My pleasure, dear. Stay here.” I went over to the dresser to grab a set of restraints and a collar. When I had found some nice comfortable restraints and a few other things, I went back to Elise and put them on her. I thought I would leave the rope alone for now.



I put one finger in the O-ring attached to her collar and yanked her off the bench. She nearly fell down but I held her up. I walked her over to the middle of the room where two chains were hanging down from the ceiling. I took two hooks out of my pocket and secured her wrists to the chains.



“Spread your legs, Elise.”



She spread them out far enough and I took two more hooks from my pocket and secured her ankles to some rings in the floor. I stepped back to look her over. She was stunning. She was uncomfortable but certainly nothing she couldn’t handle. I took off my gloves and walked closer to her. I started gently stroking her bare, exposed pussy. She sharply inhaled. I didn’t say a word. I was just looking at her right in the eyes as I played with her clit. She was very wet already and starting to moan. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.



“Look at me, Elise.”



Her blue eyes met mine and I smiled. I let my fingers slide up inside her and I started to fuck her. I could tell she just wanted to fade away into her own little world the way she was moaning and shaking but I wanted her to look at me while I did this to her. That goes along with the power I get so hungry for.



“Tell me when you’re ready.”



The thought of coming made her moan even louder and I couldn’t help but laugh. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I’ve always wanted to do this to Elise and I was in awe that it was actually happening. I started fucking her a little harder with my fingers to make her come faster.



“I….I’m….” she panted.



I immediately stopped and pulled my hand away. I went over and got a towel from the dresser to wipe my hand with and also got a vibrator. I came back to Elise and she was all red in the face.



I said, “Elise, I’m gonna deny you your orgasms until I’m ready to see you have one. Have you ever had this happen to you?”



“No….noooo. Why?” She was clearly upset with me but I certainly didn’t care.



“Are you whining, Elise? Good girls don’t whine. Bad girls whine and bad girls don’t get any orgasms. You’re lucky that I’m going to let you come at all. Now…are you a good girl or a bad girl?”



She shot me the most priceless look like you have got to be fucking kidding me. “I’m a good girl, Mother.”



“Then be a good girl and listen to what I tell you to do. I’m going to withhold your orgasms until I’m ready to see you come. Trust me, once I let you come, it’s going to be one of the most intense orgasms you’ll ever have but you need to be a good girl for me and tell me when you’re close to coming every time, okay?”



“Okay,” she said, frustrated.



“I’m going to make you hold off about four times…maybe longer if you start to give me attitude. After you’ve held off for me four times, you can come on the fifth but you have to let me know when you’re ready, okay? You must not orgasm until I say it’s okay. Is that clear?”



“Yeah,” she said.



“Okay, let’s go again.”



The vibrator was already plugged in and I rested it on her clit moving it a little back and forth. My other hand resumed its place inside her. She started moaning and rocking again and I figured she’s going to be close to coming too quickly for my taste. I was probably going to make this last longer than I promised.



“Tell me to stop when you’re close, dear.”



She couldn’t even speak. She was just groaning like an animal. This was truly a side of Elise I have never witnessed. I had heard what all the other girls were like and I’ve even walked in on several of their sessions but this was something entirely different. She was just so beautiful like this. I could feel myself getting a little excited as well…but, then again, how could I not be excited? This was truly a sight to behold.



“Ohhhhh ssssstop,” she groaned. I took my hands away and let her rest a little before starting again. I thought to make the game a little more fun by adding a little something every time she told me to stop. I set the vibrator down on the floor and wiped my hand with the towel. I went to the dresser again and, this time, grabbed a dildo, a set of nipple clamps, some clips and some weights. This was going to be too much fun.



I put the nipple clamps on her first because the rest was all going to be added later. Her nipples, I know, are very sensitive so I decided to focus on them and her breasts for this little game I wanted to play. I do love to exploit weaknesses. I grabbed the dildo and rubbed it all over her very wet pussy to lube it up a little but when I went to put it in her, there was no resistance whatsoever. She must have been in Hell. I was in Heaven.



“All right. Let’s go again.” I had decided to kneel on the floor so I could get a better angle between the vibrator in one hand and the dildo in the other. Once I turned the vibrator back on, Elise screamed like it was becoming painful, which is more preferable to me. I was fucking her relentlessly with the dildo and she told me to stop almost immediately but I didn’t. I really wanted to push her. Her juices were dripping down onto my hand at this point. I knew she was going to come very soon if I didn’t stop but she had to learn how to hold it back.



“Mother, please!” she screamed.



“No, Elise. It hasn’t been long enough,” and I started to fuck her even harder with the dildo.



“Mother!!!!”



“Hold it back, Elise. I’m not ready to stop yet.”



She was crying now. She couldn’t take much more of this. If she asked me one more time to stop, I would but, for now, this was too fun and very, very exciting for me.



“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” she cried. When I pulled out the dildo, she started crying harder, I assume, from relief. This was getting to be very intense. I loved every minute of it.



I wiped my hand again as she was dripping all over me and then I stood up to look at her. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her lip was quivering.



“Shh, shh, shh….calm down. It’s okay,” I said as I stroked her hair. “It’s okay, Elise. Look at me.”



She couldn’t look at me…or maybe she didn’t want to.



“Look at me, Elise.”



She relented. “Good girl. Do you need to stop this? You can stop this at any time.”



She looked at me hard with those electric blue eyes of hers. “Fuck me,” she said.



I would have kissed her if I could. I loved this girl and I did want to fuck her but that would be for later. I just laughed and said, “Can you continue holding off orgasms for me?”



“I need to come now.”



I laughed again. “I’m sure you do! This isn’t an easy task but you’re doing so beautifully. If I let you come now, you must promise to do something for me. Something that you may not want to do.”



“Fuck me, Mother,” she groaned. She was hoarse from screaming and I knew she needed to come badly. I decided to be nice and let her come but I would make her fuck me later in a way that she may not be comfortable with but it was something I was working on and desperately wanted her to be involved.



I was getting very warm by this time and had to take off my jacket. My face was starting to get a little sweaty, too, but there was nothing I could do about that at this point. If Elise was going to suffer for my cause, I might as well suffer a little as well.



I took Elise’s face by the chin and said, “All right. We’ll go one last time. This time, you don’t need to tell me if you’re ready. Just let go, all right?”



She just nodded. She was ready to go! I, once again, resumed my position and I must say, it did NOT take long for her to orgasm. It was one of the most violent orgasms I’ve seen in fifteen years. She screamed a primal scream and actually managed to squirt…something, I know, that none of my other girls can do. My Elise…this angel of a girl proved to be the most valuable asset in the whole house. What a gem.



She nearly passed out after she came, so I unhooked her wrists and ankles, removed the clamps and carried her over to the bed to relax. She was limp in my arms so I let her lay there for a while. I needed to go freshen up myself anyway.



The dungeon area also had a bathroom outside the door and across the hall, so I went in there and had to take my mask off immediately. I was sweating like crazy but, also, wearing a mask for the reasons that I do becomes very burdensome at times. It almost becomes heavy…a weight you have to bear for the choices and decisions you’ve made. I really didn’t want to put it back on but I had to. There was no other way.



Masked again, I went back to the dungeon to see Elise spread out on the bed. She wasn’t sleeping but she was in a deep subspace. I brought her a cup of cold water, which she hungrily accepted. I told her I would let her rest for a few hours before she thanked me properly. She thanked me and almost immediately passed out. I grabbed my jacket and left to go to my room to do just the same.



It must have been around 8:30 when I woke up. When I have my days off from work, I come here to work and take care of bills so I don’t like alarm clocks if I don’t need them. Judging from the darkness outside my windows, though, it must have been pretty late. I was toying with switching outfits now as I knew that I was about to make Elise fuck me, but maybe I could have fun without changing into something more practical. I did need a new mask, though. Now that we weren’t in the dungeon, I didn’t need something so stern so I chose one of the most feminine masks I have. It’s half white and half purple…very pretty. I quick ran my fingers through my hair, put it into a low pony tail, put my gloves back on and out the door I went. Time to have some fun.



I didn’t know where to find Elise in case she got up sooner than I did but I checked the dungeon first. Sure enough, there she was…pretty much still in the same position that I left her in. I went over to the bed and started stroking her hair. She woke up immediately as if she had been dreaming and I startled her.



“Good evening, Elise. Did you sleep well?”



She yawned a big yawn and looked at me with a sleepy smile. “Hi, Mother. I did sleep well. Did you?”



“Ohhh yes. It was just what I needed. So are you ready to repay me?”



“Can’t I wake up a little first?” she said as she started to close her eyes again.



I reached out and grabbed her nipples and gave them a good, hard twist. I knew that hurt her very badly. She didn’t scream only because she couldn’t breathe. I whispered in her ear, “Does this hurt you?”

Waiting and watching the door for Her pet, Melita taps long sharp blood red nails on the steering wheel.. knowing that the slut should be downstairs any moment now. An evil smile crosses Her face, seeing the door crack open and Her pet appear… dressed as she was ordered, red leather halter neck top, short black leather skirt, split up the sides to show her legs to full advantage, and a simple pair of black stiletto sandals. Melita waits but a moment watching the girl walk down the street, to where she was told to wait for her Owner.



Melita starts the engine to the van, looking over Her shoulder.. telling the Man behind Her to get ready, the slut is just down the road.. Pulling out onto the street, She stops right beside the wide-eyed girl, smiling wickedly as Markum pulls the door open, jumps out grabbing the girl before she has a chance to react.



He binds her wrists with the police issue stainless steel cuffs that Melita supplied, and shoves chrysana into the awaiting van. Melita looks behind Her, smiling at the girl… ‘Our plans have changed pet, I think you will find tonights games a little bit more… intense.’ An evil laugh escapes as She watches chrysana’s mouth widen in shock, and panic slowly creeps in. Markum shoves a gag into her mouth, she fights against Him, not wanting His hands on her… not knowing who He is and why, WHY her Mistress has done this, chrysana’s mind works overtime, trying to figure out what is happening.



A black hood is placed over her head, and suddenly her world goes quiet except for the hum of the engine, her Mistress is no longer talking to her, and Her friend sits beside the girl, His hands holding her down. They drive for what chrysana believes is about 10 miles, the van slows, and then stops.. she hears her Mistresses door open and shut, then the roller door at the side open. Melita leans in, grabs the girl by her arm and drags her out of the van.



chrysana stumbles, her heels sinking into soft ground, she is pulled up by her Mistress and the mystery Man. They force her through a door, and shove her down into a kitchen chair… Melita places Her hands on the girls thighs, Her face level with Her hooded pet. speaking softly She says to her ‘pet, you’re out in the middle of nowhere, at My mercy… you can scream all you like and no one will hear you, as you know, your screams only excite Me further.. so please.. scream as much as you dare.’ Digging Her nails into Her pet’s thighs She laughs evilly.



Bringing one hand up, She strokes chrysana’s cheek, tenderly, knowing that, that one motion.. will confuse her more then anything. Snapping Her fingers, She addresses Markum, ‘Dear, introduce Yourself to the slut and tell her why You are here.’ She nods to Him, a deep voice resonates through the girls mind ‘Slut, My name is Master Markum, your Mistress requested My presence, to restrain, torture and interrogate you. Unless otherwise told, you will not address either Myself or your Mistress, as She stated, you may scream, but they will not help you.’



Underneath the hood, chrysana tests the gag He placed on her, she tries to push it out with her tongue, but can’t find enough purchase on it to do so. Melita yanks the hood off her head, yanking her head back by her hair, She stares into Her sluts eyes… chrysana swallows hard, not seeing her tender, loving Mistress, her panic deepens, seeing Mistress’ normally caring blue eyes, have turned a cold, harsh and strange, deep grey.



The girl tries to pull away, not liking what she sees, from One she loves so deeply. The slut lowers her eyes, watching her Owners lips, once kissing her passionately, now sneer as if almost in disdain at what is before Her. Melita walks behind the girl, a fist still wrapped up in her hair, making sure the girl has no choice but to watch Her face.



Strong hands grab her legs, pulling them apart, so wide that they send shockwaves of pain all the way through her. Markum holds her legs, watching her tremble, enjoying the torment of the girl before Him. Melita nods to Him, and pulls the slut up by her hair, as He grabs the waistband of her skirt, pulling her behind Him out of the room and to another part of the house. They push her into a room, bare but for another kitchen chair, some chain hanging from the ceiling, and a table filled with knives, whips and canes.



The girl shivers, her body betraying her, excited by seeing her Mistress’ tools. Melita laughs evilly, knowing Her girls reaction well. Pulling a key out from Her top, She unsnaps the cuffs, holding chrysana’s wrists, before reattaching the heavy leather restraints with D rings.. to these She pulls the chains down, a sharp resounding snap of metal on metal echoes through the room. With both hands chained, She pulls on the chaining, raising Her pet’s arms above her head.. until she is so stretched that her ass just barely grazes the chair beneath her.



Chrysana, tries to sit down, but the pull on her arms is excruitiating. Melita walks towards the table, running Her fingertips over Her tools, stroking them all lovingly, knowing that tho what is to come may scare Her pet, it is all done with love and affection. Selecting one of Her specially made 1/4 inch thick bamboo canes, She walks back to the girl, swishing it through the air as She walks onto Her booted calf, an audible crack sounding each time it hits the leather.



Trailing the cane over Her slut’s thighs She leans close to her ear and whispers softly ‘This can go two ways slut, either you tell Markum and I what I wish to know, and you may enjoy the night… or you can hold your tongue and I shall beat the answer out of you.’ The girls eyes immediately flick over to her Mistress, the look of utter panic pleases Melita. Bringing Her arm back, Melita strikes the cane against Her slut’s thighs.. chrysana yelps aloud, as a crimson strip immediately appears on her skin.



Melita smirks slightly, knowing Her pet has enjoyed and endured much more then this, but the mind fuck has increased the pain she is experiencing tenfold. ‘All you need to do pet, is answer Me honestly and this shall end here and now.. you have been pleasuring yourself selfishly have you not?’ The end of the question marked with another crack with the cane over the girls thighs.



Chrysana mutters out a shaky ‘No Mistress, pet knows Your rules, and obeys them fully.’ Melita strikes the cane down once more adding a little more force this time, ‘Slut, I shall have the truth out of you, or your blood shall be spilled.’ Nodding to Markum, Melita steps back from Her girl, He yanks the chair from beneath her and throws it away, kicking away chrysana’s feet, forcing her weight fully onto her chained arms.



She cries out in pain, trying desperate to find her feet once more, as Markum pulls her head back hard. Melita returns to the table, choosing a purple and black flogger from the many toys She has placed there. The click of Her heels and Her pets labored breathing the only sounds filling the room. Unlacing chrysana’s top from behind She lets it fall forward, exposing her back fully.



With the handle of the flogger, She pushes Her slut’s head forward, stepping back from her, She swings the flogger back, waiting a bare moment before bringing it down hard over the girls back. Smiling evilly as She hears the girls scream, She yells out to her ‘Yes or no slut, have you or have you not been touching yourself without MY permission?’



Sobbing quietly chrysana shakes her head, replying in her quiet voice ‘no Mistress, slut has not disobeyed You.’ Three times in quick succession, the flogger finds the slut’s back, bright crimson flushes the marks. Her screams echo through the room, not knowing what to do to please her Mistress. Melita steps in close behind the girl, raking Her nails over the marks on her back.



The girl feels a shiver go through her entire body, moaning softly as she tilts her head back into her Mistress. Reaching around her body, Melita pinches the slut’s left nipple between Her nails, pulling it hard, causing the girl to wince in pain and try to follow Her hand. ‘This will only get harder on you pet, confess your indiscretion now, and things will be easier on you in the long run.’ Running Her hand down the girls stomach, She dips a finger into her cunt, feeling it already soaked, ‘Tsk tsk tsk slut… you seem to have already been enjoying your punishment a little too much’



Grasping the slut’s clit, Melita pulls on it.. noticing Her pet’s sharp intake of breath, rolling the hard lil nub in between Her fingers, moaning softly into chrysana’s ear, knowing that Her excitement feeds the girls own. Her steel grey eyes flick up to Markum, winking to Him… His signal from Her to strip and prepare to torment the girl further.



Watching Markum, She whispers to Her girl.. ‘Look at Him pet, you want to touch him too don’t you? To tease Him with your tongue, your body.. and certainly your dripping wet pussy… don’t you?’ chrysana watches Markum entranced by His sheer muscular body, His large thick cock already partially erect. ‘mmmmMistress, slut would like to taste Master, if You wish it of her.’



Patting Her slut’s wet cunt, Melita steps from behind her, towards Markum, stopping just in front of Him, She rests one hand upon His chest, the other She uses to gently rake Her nails up and down His cock, feeling it come to life beneath Her touch She smiles wickedly to Him. While watching the girl out of the corner of Her eye, Melita leans in close to Markum, flicking Her tongue over His lips quickly… moaning aloud so the slut can hear Her.



Taking His hand within Her own, She leads Him over to the girl.. knowing what He has in store for her. She walks back to the other side of the room, picking up the chair and sitting upon it, crossing her leg, and adjusting the black leather of Her thigh high stiletto boots. She watches silently as Markum runs His rough hands over Her pets arms, painstakingly slow He smiles down to her as her body shivers from the touch.



Ripping the halter top from her body, He throws it away leaving her breasts exposed fully. He leans down, running fingertips up over her thighs, sending more convulsions through the sluts body.. His fingers stopping just at the top inside of her thighs, she tries to lower herself down but the chains stop her movement just short of Him.



He pushes up the tight leather skirt to her hips, sighing softly as the slut’s bare cunt becomes visible to Him. He leans His body into hers, her nipples grazing over His muscular chest. His now fully erect cock pushing in between her legs, the slut brings her legs together, trying to get some friction against her cunt. Markum pulls away from her, shaking His head ruefully, ‘Nice try slut, you must not try to pleasure yourself without being given permission, that is what has gotten you here in the first place.’



He walks over to the table where Melita’s tools are laid out, selecting a medium sized vibrator, He returns to the slut, kicking her legs apart with His right foot, walking around behind her, He spits onto the plastic life-like cock. pushing it gently against her ass, He waits until she relaxs slightly, allowing it to be pushed into her easier. Seeing her grind down into it, He pulls back on it slightly, ‘Slut, this vibrator is a test.. it is going to be left in and turned on, and you must not cum while you take the rest of your punishment.’



Seeing her nod her understanding, He turns the dial to it’s highest setting, chuckling evilly as the slut jerks in surprise. At this point, Melita stands again and joins them.. standing in front of Her pet, idly tracing Her nails over the slut’s hardened nipples. Handing Markum Her bamboo cane, She dips Her fingers into Her slut’s wet cunt, slowly massaging her soft velvet walls.



She leans in close to her, whispering in her ear ‘mm slut, you are absolutely dripping wet, do you want to cum for Me baby?’ Just as Her pet is about to reply Markum brings the cane down hard over the girl’s ass, causing her to jump and moan, grinding down on the vibrator in her ass.



Melita waits until Markum is just about to bring the cane down on the sluts ass once more, swiping Her thumb nail over Her slut’s swollen clit just as the cane meets her flesh. Chrysana’s breath quickens, and her heart begins to race… Melita chuckles softly knowing Her slut is about to cum. She leans in close to the girl once more, and hisses into her ear ‘If you cum now slut, you will be on restrictions for a month and Markum here will take the blades to you’



Melita runs Her other hand, down the girls side… running two of Her nails along the edges of Her slut’s labia, chuckling as the girl shudders involuntarily. Sinking two fingers into Her slut’s wet cunt, She keeps flicking and sweeping over her clit, enjoying making her slut fight to control herself. Chrysana purrs and moans.. her voice a bare whisper ‘please Mistress, may i cum… oh god… Mistress pleaaaaaase’



Pinching the sluts swollen clit hard, Melita replies ‘No you may not slut, not yet.’ Rolling the hardened little nub between Her fingers, She winks to Markum… He grabs the girls hair and forces her head back sharply. He drops the cane to the floor, running His rough hands over the fresh stripes on her ass, causing her to jerk in the chains.



Grinding down on the vibrator in her ass, and onto her Mistresses fingers, chrysana closes her eyes shut tight.. trying to control her body’s reactions. Melita curls Her fingers inside Her pet’s cunt, Her nails scratching maddeningly along the girls pussy wall. ‘Please Mistress, i can’t hold on… may i cum for You PLEASE.’



Pulling Her hands away from Her slut quickly, She stands back… chrysana’s eyes open immediately, seeking out her Mistress. Markum’s hands move down her ass further.. tugging on the vibrator sunk deep in her ass.. the sensations increasing as the toy is moved inside her. Melita moves back, grabbing the chair from the corner of the room…. placing it some 4ft away in front of Markum and the girl.



Seating Her as She was before, She nods to Markum.. He lets go of her hair, grabbing both her wrists in one strong hand, Unclipping the cuffs from the chains overhead with the other. He pushes her down to the ground in front of her Mistress. Melita rests one booted foot on Her slut’s shoulder, leaning forward and raising the girls chin with a finger, making her meet Her gaze.



Melita lowers Her voice slightly, ‘pet, I want you to show Markum and I what a good lil cum whore you are, after you have serviced us both… you will be granted permission to cum.. understood?’ Chrysana’s eyes brighten up, ‘yes Mistress.. thank You Mistress’ she replies. Melita reaches across, and pulls Her slut’s leash from the table, clipping it to the thick black leather collar at Her girls throat.



Tugging on it hard, She parts Her legs… slowly bringing Her skirt up as well, chrysana crawls between her Owners thighs, licking her lips… unable to wait to be able to taste her Mistress again. Sighing softly, she inhales the scent of her Owner, a purr escapes her throat. Nuzzling into her Mistresses warm soft folds, she lowers her head, placing her tongue at the entrance to Melita’s pussy. Licking gently, she gathers up the juices that have already begun to gather.. running her tongue up she circles her Mistresses clit with her tongue, flicking softly.



Melita tilts Her head back slightly, watching with a smile as Markum stands behind Her girl, slowly stroking His hand up and down the length of His cock. Nodding to Him to continue with Their plans, She watches as He kneels down behind the girl. Tugging the vibrator out of Her girl, chrysana raises her head, letting out a soft moan of disappointment. Melita tugs hard on the leash, focusing Her slut’s attention once more.



Markum grabs the girls hips in His hands, steadying her before sinking the full length of His cock into her firm round ass. Growling deep in His throat, as her hot ass envelops His cock. Pausing briefly, He allows her to adjust to Him. Chrysana moves back a little, opening herself to Him fully. He slowly pulls back, until just the head of His thick cock is pulling on her opening. Melita grabs a handful of Her girls hair, forcing her deeper into Her dripping wet pussy, the sight of Her slut getting fucked exciting Her all the more.



Markum builds a rhthym, pushing His length all the way into her, His hips slamming into her ass. The room echoes with the sounds of the three of them. Chrysana’s body slowly building up to climax once more, she brings up one hand, pushing two of her fingers into her Mistresses pussy. simultaneously pushing with her fingers and flicking Her clit with her tongue.



Melita feels Her own orgasm begin to overtake Her, She holds Her slut against Her hard, grinding Her hips down onto the girls tongue and fingers… Her breathing hard and fast as Her body releases itself, Her juice drenching her sluts fingers and face… Her slut continues to lick Her, gathering up all the cum that She has flooded. Reaching down underneath the girl, She pinches one nipple between Her nails, tugging on it hard.



Markum grabs the girls hair, slamming Himself into her ass… His own orgasm filling His balls, as they slap against the girls pussy… making her clit pulsate all the more. Melita pulls the leash, yanking her slut up, changing the feeling of her ass on His cock… leaning close to Her slut’s ear whispering to her ‘do you want to cum whore? hmmm is He fucking you hard enough? make Him cum, pet… be My good lil cum slut.’



Markum bucks into her.. holding her hips to His, as His cum spurts deep into her ass.. He reaches around her body, dipping His fingers into her cunt, pinching and rubbing her hardened clit as He continues to slam His cock into her body. Chrysana raises her head, her eyes meeting her Mistresses, her voice husky with lust as she whispers ‘ please Mistress, may Your whore cum, pleaaaaaaaaaaase?’



Melita cups Her girls breast and squeezes hard, leaning down into her again… ‘you may slut, cum for Me baby.’ Chrysana screams her orgasm out, her ass clenching down on Markums cock, trapping Him inside her, as her muscles pulsate hard on Him, His cock spurting into her ass once more. As the tides of her orgasm subside, He pushes her off Him, collapsing back onto the floor, breathing heavily as He smirks to Melita.



She grabs Her girls hair and pulls her head back… kissing her deeply… and whispers ‘very good My little cum slut, very good indeed.’



By Velvet Vampiress .. August .. 2009

I was soaked. I’d been on my way home, finishing a pleasant walk, when the rain had caught me by surprise. By the time I got back home, my hair was plastered to my head, my clothes were completely soaked, and I was freezing. Shivering, I dug out my keys and opened the door, stepping inside dripping.



Mistress was inside, sitting on the couch in her pajamas and reading a book. She glanced over, and in a heartbeat was over to me, closing the door and hugging me tightly in an effort to warm me a bit. I sighed happily, content to be in her arms, but after a moment had to speak. “Mistress,” I reminded her, “your clothes are soaked now.”



“You’re right, Pet, that just won’t do,” she replied, picking me up and carrying me over to the bathroom, the suddenness of it startling me at first. She set me down in the bathroom and set about stripping me briskly, dropping the damp clothes in the tub. Her hands lingered on my everyday collar, a simple brown ribbon around my neck.



“Would you mind it if I took this off to dry?” she asked, one finger hooked under it. I blushed and shook my head lightly, pleased that she took the time to ask me, despite the fact that she didn’t need to. I shivered, eyes closing, as she untied it with care, brushing feather-light caresses across my neck as she did so. I pouted slightly as she released me, putting the collar down and stripping herself, then started to shiver again as the cold reasserted itself. When her own clothes finished joining mine in the bathtub, she returned her attention to me, pursed her lips when she saw my shivers, then darted off. She returned almost immediately with one of the many thick fuzzy blankets that usually went on the bed and wrapped it around me, guiding me into the living room and plopping me down in front of the fireplace while she started the fire.



I was still sitting there, distracted by the fire, my shivers lessening as the blanket began to warm, when she joined me, pulling me into her lap and wrapping the blanket carefully around herself. I started at first as her cold, mildly goosebumpy skin brushed up against me, then positively glowed as I realized that she had been taking steps to warm me up despite her own coldness. I nestled into her after that, doing my best to share my heat with her, nuzzling lightly at her neck as I murmured “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Mistress.”



“Of course,” she replied, and I could feel her smile through my cheek on her jaw, “you’re my Pet. Mine to have and to use, yes, but also mine to love and mine to care for.” I wriggled, a bit embarrassed, my cheeks flaming red.



“Also, you’re adorable when you blush,” she added, grinning and kissing me on the forehead, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly.



“I love you, Mistress,” I said, happily nestling into her arms, content with her arms around me. Well… content if I ignored the slowly-growing warmth between my legs. I loved it when she held me like this, when I was just hers, secure in her love and safe in her arms. I began to rub my legs together surreptitiously, shifting my hips as I tried to assuage the need slightly.



She must have noticed, though, as she always does, because immediately afterward she murmured into my ear, in that low, deep, confident, and slightly amused voice that made me melt, “Is there something you want to ask me to do, Pet?”



“I…” I paused, quivering with need. “play with me, Mistress? Pleasure me and allow me to return the favor?”



She only smiled in response, her hands trailing lightly over the bottoms of my breasts and my belly, coaxing a gasp out of me before I bit my lip. I shivered, whimpering, “P-please, Mistress?”



“Mmm, of course I will, Pet… close your eyes and wait a moment. And stop grinding your legs together, you get to wait a bit first.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I said, nodding, as she slipped out from under me, tucking the blanket in around just me. I heard her walking away and occupied myself with thoughts of what she might do to me. Whips and chains, dildos and beatings flickered through my thoughts, but I quickly discarded the ideas – they might make me weak-kneed with want at times, but right now I was craving the intimacy of her hands touching me, perhaps tying me if she liked. My Mistress loved me, and I was hers, and that was all I needed.



I heard her set something down on the couch near us, then she was behind me, pushing me up so I was sitting a bit straighter, tugging my arms behind me and tying them together at the wrists tenderly. She gently lowered me onto my back, bending my legs and tying them, one side of the knee to the other, ankles to thighs, so they stayed that way. I shifted for a moment before I could find a comfortable position, and as I did so she blindfolded me lovingly, caressing my cheek and temple as she did.



“Struggle,” came the command, and I did, whimpering lustfully, tugging and twisting wildly at the bonds, trying to slip out of them. They dug into me almost painfully, not giving nearly enough for me to get out. The ropes were soft, but unyielding, like her arms around me – and raw lust shot through me as I realized just how much I was Mistress’ right now, bound as she wanted me and utterly at her mercy.



“You may stop,” she said, and my heart raced to hear the desire in her voice. “Mmm, such a beautiful pet… where to start…” she mused, tracing her fingers over my collarbone. “Ah, yes, of course,” she murmured, and her lips, warm and loving, took mine in a passionate kiss as her fingertips traced my breasts, teasing at and flickering over my nipples. I gasped, arching happily, the whole of my being focused on her touch, on her love. Her mouth left mine and I pouted, but it fastened itself on one of my nipples shortly afterward, sucking firmly. I cried out, the heat in my sex becoming almost unbearable, and she responded by tweaking my other nipple as she gave another firm suck. I came right there, arching, whimpering, and writhing futilely within my bonds.



When I came to my senses again, I could feel her ankles brushing my biceps, and could smell her sex above me. Still blindfolded, I leaned up, kissing where I had guessed her clit to be. Her quick gasp proved my guess accurate, and she lowered herself so I could more easily reach her with my mouth and tongue. I dragged my tongue broadly over her sex, and, rewarded with a gasp, repeated the action several times before slipping my tongue inside her, exploring. I shivered with need as I tasted her, but continued to quest into her with my tongue.



Encouraged by her moans, I continued my work, thrusting my tongue in and out rhythmically. She whimpered happily, in that way she does when she’s almost over the edge herself, and gasped out, “Keep… going… don’t stop!” I redoubled my efforts, and was soon rewarded with a gasping, shuddering orgasm and a rush of her nectar. I lapped it up happily, catching a great deal, with much of the remainder coating my face. Not wanting to leave it at that, I caught her clit between my lips while she trembled, sucking lightly.



My world was focused on her – her gasping moans, the taste of her on my lips, the tightness of my bindings, and the feel of her pussy against my tongue. I threw myself into my task with renewed passion, sucking and licking, nibbling and flicking her clit with my tongue, until she lost control again, her breathing ragged and her cries of pleasure loud.



I sighed contentedly and allowed my head to fall back to the ground, pleased that I had been able to give such pleasure to my Mistress, licking my lips to get more of that wonderful taste. She kissed me tenderly, making appreciative sounds at tasting herself on my lips, then slid down my body, pushing my still-bound legs apart to give her room.



Realizing what she was about to do, I eagerly thanked her, but was distracted once more by her touch, by her lips on my sex. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only lips and tongue on my clit, fingers and tongue in me, the sounds of her thrusting her fingers in and out, curling them into my G-Spot, the steadily rising pleasure she gave me. She kept me on the edge, increasing the pleasure slowly, until finally she drove me over the edge, and I whited out with sheer pleasure.



I must have fallen asleep, because when I came to Mistress had untied me, and was just holding me in her lap, using her breasts as pillows. One arm was holding me gently but firmly, her other hand was idly caressing my cheek and hair, and when I opened my eyes I was overwhelmed by the love I could see in her eyes as she gazed down at me tenderly.



“I love being Yours, Mistress,” I sighed happily.



“I love you being Mine as well, Pet,” she replied, leaning down to kiss me. I melted into the kiss, arching to her touch as her hand traced its way down my body, brushing over my damp sex. I shivered and moaned into the kiss as she caressed my pussy, brushing over my clit lightly; she took my lower lip between her lips and sucked gently, sending tingles of pleasure shooting down to my clit, not letting up with her fingers, triggering an arch and a whimper from me. She kept holding me, her mouth on mine and her fingers dancing over my clit, until I came happily, gasping out my love for her.



“Mmm… this is my favorite kind of warming up,” I murmured happily afterward, closing my eyes and drifting off in the arms of my friend, my protector, my lover, my mistress.

I heard her come into the house using the key that I had recently given her. It was still odd knowing that she could be in my home whenever she liked although I knew she would only arrive invited, as she had done today. She knew she was in ‘trouble’ and that her punishment was taking place as soon as she came up the stairs. I smiled to myself and walked with measured steps to the bedroom door to welcome her. As she rounded the stairs and saw me in the doorway her step faltered. She looked me carefully up and down and her pensive expression was replaced with a coy smile. As she walked towards me up the final two stairs, she glanced at my hand and saw the whip, this was enough for the return of the pensive look. I smiled then and told her that she better hurry or the punishment would be so much worse.



She walked quickly into the room and attempted to embrace me. I stepped back and told her not to touch me. She dropped her hands and looked uncertainly around the room. She could see the ties were ready around the posts of the bed and cushions were arranged in a position she couldn’t fathom. I ordered her to undress and as she began to speak I told her that she had to remain silent or I would whip her. I emphasised my point with a crack from the cat o nine tails against the bedstead. She flinched and began to take her clothes off.



When she had discarded the final item I told her to bend over the end of the bed and, as she rested herself over the cushions, she realised that I did have her punishment planned as I promised.



I tied her wrists so that she was spread and held tight. I noticed that her breathing was becoming deeper and was pleased with the effect that the situation was having. I knew she was trying to get a glimpse of me in the boots and Basque and I was pleased that I had taken the time to dress appropriately in the way that I knew she would appreciate. Judging from the wetness I could see as I nudged her legs apart everything was going as well as I had anticipated. I pulled the blindfold over her eyes and kissed her gently on her lips as a signal to her than she was now mine until I said she could stop.



I reached for the riding crop that I had put to one side and ran it gently up the inside of her right thigh and then down the inside of the left one. Her knees trembled as she tried to push her clit against the crop. I whispered no and slapped her bum cheek to chastise her. I told her that I was in charge and her pleasure and pain were in my hands. She moaned and buried her face into the pillow. I gently tapped the crop against her clit and her legs quickly began to shake. I stopped and told her to hold herself still or I would end the punishment before she could come. She straightened up and I swapped the crop for the ‘cat’ across her back, alternating between gentle strokes and a slap with all 9 tails. She groaned and her cum began to dribble down her sagging legs. I reminded her of why she was being punished and she groaned and agreed it would never happen again as she frantically nodded her head in agreement to my questions.



I stopped whipping and walked away and she lifted her head as if it would allow her to see beyond the blindfold. This made me smile as she really didn’t enjoy handing over control and this was a real lesson in trust for us both. It gave me an opportunity to admire her body again and reaffirmed to me why this woman was really special to me and why loving her was so easy.



I picked up my ‘cock’ from the cabinet and slid the straps over my bum and waist. I picked up the lube and walked back over to my captive. I could see her frozen as if hearing me would give her an idea of what was to come. I knelt down behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I flicked my tongue over her ass and heard her groan again and her legs buckled. I slapped her ass cheek and told her firmly that she needed to stand straight or I would stop and leave the room. She obliged and I pulled her ass cheeks apart again. She pushed her cunt onto my face and I licked her clit and ran my tongue over her from clit to ass and back again. She began to cum and I knew that she was close to having the big orgasm that would render her incapable of standing. I still had more to do so I stood and slid my fingers inside her cunt and gripped her so that she couldn’t move without my permission. She braced herself against me and I leant over and bit her shoulder. I whispered in her ear that I was going to fuck her and I was going to fuck her soon and she was not allowed to cum until I told her she could. I told her to nod if she understood and she frantically nodded.



I then removed my fingers and slid my cock into her cunt and with one thrust had her hard against me. I wrapped my hands into her hair and pulled her head back and her body tightly onto me. She strained against her restraints and moaned. I saw the muscles in her back tighten and she was trying to arch her back which meant her she was close to cumming. I slowly built up speed and then slowed down as I felt her orgasm approaching. She began to moan when I slowed down and begged me not to stop. I quietened her by withdrawing and reminding her of the need for silence. I entered her again and pulled her hair tightly. I moved with her as I built up speed and I knew that I had to let her cum or else the moment would she became frustrated and incapable. I told her that she could cum when she wanted and I took her blindfold off and released one hand so that she could play with herself. She began to cum straight away and I matched my rhythm to her orgasm as the waves travelled down her body. I felt the cum running down us both and knew that my cock was probably the only thing holding her up. I slowly withdrew from her and released her remaining hand. I lifted her to an upright position and turned her around. I pulled her towards me and kissed her face gently as I walked her backwards around the bed. I laid her down and covered her so that she could enjoy the final parts of her orgasm as I felt between her legs and idly flicked her clit and enjoyed the final stages of her orgasm with her wrapped in my arms.

I was beside myself with shock and anxiety.



“What do you mean, Mistress? What letter from my supervisory board?” I fear I was speaking rather loudly and shrilly, but my Mistress graciously overlooked my lack of courtesy this time.



“As I said, a letter came from your supervisory board. It was addressed to you, but as your Mistress, I felt it was my duty to open it. Apparently, rumors about that class you presented in human sexuality somehow circulated back to your board. They sounded concerned about your alleged unorthodox teaching style in that class.” (see “Class Time”)



I felt the familiar heat of a flush of embarrassment radiating from my face and neck. My heart rate climbed to dangerous levels as I thought about my actions on that day, and how my supervisors would feel about them.



She went on to say, “The letter basically said that they wanted you to appear before them, and relate your side of the story.”



My stomach seemed to twist into a knot. The thought of facing them, of trying to explain what happened that day, was almost too much to contemplate. I could visualize their stern faces as they listened to my stammering explanation. I could already hear them telling me to clean out my desk, telling me that I was fired.



“When…” I squeaked as my mouth dried up with fear. I tried wetting it with saliva and swallowing hard, and tried again. “When do I have to meet with them, Mistress?”



“Oh my dear girl. That letter arrived over two weeks ago,” she answered with a maddening smile.



“What!? Two weeks ago? They think that I have been ignoring them for two weeks?” In my anxiety, I had balled my hands into fists, and I was pounding them on my thighs. I am sure that my face was a mask of horror.



“On your knees now, pet!” Mistress snapped. “Lace your hands together behind your head! Arch your back a little, and take deep breaths!”



Instinctively reacting to her commands, my body assumed the position she demanded, and I began breathing deeply, my mind still awhirl. I became aware of the scent of the acrid sweat that I was emitting due to my fear. With my arms up in this position, I could even feel the sweat beads trickling from each of my armpits.



“You are flying off the handle, molly,” Mistress chastised me. “You are reacting before giving me a chance to fully explain. Calm down!”



I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. I tried hard not to think about a ruined career. I wondered if the fact that my students learned so well, and demonstrated the knowledge that they acquired from me, both on the mandated standardized tests and in letters of praise from their eventual employers, might buy me some leniency in the ordeal to come. But in my mind’s eye, all I could visualize was the flint eyed faces of these people I had never met as they sat with crossed arms, staring at me from the other side of a very long table.



Mistress waited until my body language indicated the return of a modicum of self-control before continuing. “As I was saying, the letter arrived over two weeks ago. I immediately arranged a meeting with them, and went and talked to them on your behalf.” She must have seen my body jerk slightly at this news. “My girl, it is my duty as your Mistress to take care of you. You know that. It was my presence in your classroom that caused you to deviate from your planned lecture. Therefore, it was up to me to explain to them what had happened.”



I was listening very carefully. I was uncertain when she had met with them, but thus far I had suffered no repercussions; no one had come to my classroom to escort me from the building. But perhaps she had only met with them yesterday. Perhaps they were deliberating even now.



“May I ask how the meeting went, Mistress?” I inquired softly.



“Actually, I found them all to be quite charming people. There are two men and two women on the board at the moment. We discussed your classroom instruction on that day in great detail.”



I mentally moaned in anguish, hearing the word “detail” from her lips. I could imagine her nonchalantly discussing graphic descriptions of my body, and my actions in that classroom. I love my Mistress, but sometimes I think that she is unaware of how bizarre our lifestyle may appear to outsiders. Not everyone is accepting of Dominant/submissive relationships.



“Did they make you stand in front of a long table, like a schoolgirl called to the principal’s office?” I inquired.



“No, my pet. We sat on comfortable chairs, arranged in a circle for our discussion. Their eyes were riveted on me, and I seemed to have their undivided attention as I described the situation on that day. They were already aware that your class consists of consenting adults, so they knew if you are not guilty of corrupting minors,” related my Mistress, with perfect calmness.



The word “guilty” made me shudder, but I kept silent so that Mistress would continue explaining what had happened at her meeting.



“Of course, I tried to paint a mental picture of your classroom that day. I described for them how you stripped naked at my command, and climbed up on your desk to give the class a better view,” Mistress explained. I may have flushed a brighter scarlet imagining what was passing through the board members’ minds during this narrative.



“I knew things were going well when I got to the part about the students closely examining your cunt. As I was discussing this, I noticed that both of the male board members were getting noticeable bulges in their trousers. One of the female board members was unconsciously licking her lips at this point, while the other female was subtly rubbing her thighs together.” My Mistress is very observant, as she has proved to me time after time.



“There were smiles and nods of approval when I described the finale of the lesson. They were pleased to hear that the students demonstrated the knowledge they gained by correctly touching and naming each portion of your anatomy. And they were thrilled when they heard about your magnificent demonstration of orgasm to complete the lesson,” said my Mistress with a serene smile.



“You told them that I came, right there in my classroom, in front of my students? They were not angry?” I managed to choke out.



“To be accurate, my pet, you climaxed not only in front of your students, but also at the hand of a student — humping her hand in a frenzy. No, they were not angry. They expressed regrets that they had not been present to witness this interaction. It seemed only fair to offer them a chance to experience something similar firsthand,” she concluded.



I tried processing what Mistress meant by this for a moment or two. “Do you mean, Mistress, that they want me to also teach them a class in sexuality?”



“Actually, my dear girl, a better way to describe it is that they want to explore your sexuality,” she stated, somewhat obliquely.



“Explore it, Mistress? I am confused,” I confessed.



“They want to have sex with you, silly girl,” she chuckled.



The word “OH!” popped into my mind. Her meaning became crystal clear.



“All four of them, Mistress?” I found the idea intriguing… even exciting, but one thing troubled me. “What if they agreed to this only to gather personal evidence of my depravity, rather than relying on hearsay?”



“That possibility did occurred to me, sweet girl of mine. So I took out some insurance. As a token of good faith, a guarantee of their sincerity and a barrier against repercussions, my cell phone now has pictures of each of them. Before you ask what kind of pictures, let me assure you they are not the sort of pictures that the board members would like to have made public. I pointed out that if I let you play with them, their bodies would not remain a mystery to me. The pictures show their faces and genitals quite clearly.”



“You made them stripped naked for you, Mistress?” I asked with a voice dripping with disbelief.



“That was not necessary. The women hiked up their skirts and pulled down their panties. The men unbuckled and unzipped their trousers enough to free their swollen cocks.” She grinned. “I think the men were especially happy to relieve the pressure on their erections. Apparently erections have a tendency to get tangled into clothing painfully.



“I am sure that you need have no fear about them turning on you,” she went on.



Indeed, all of my qualms and fears had evaporated as I marveled at how thoroughly my Mistress takes care of me. My smile had returned, my stomach had lost it’s knots, and my heart and breathing rates were almost back to normal. Being a highly sexual creature, I was beginning to anticipate meeting with those people sometime in the future.



Mistress continued, saying, “So I have arranged a sort of party with them. That way they can get to know you better.”



“A party? That sounds like fun. When are you holding it, Mistress?” I asked, mentally reviewing our schedules for the upcoming weeks.



She consulted her watch. “Oh, in about 45 minutes from now.”



I almost shrieked in dismay, looking at the state of my body and my hair. I was also very conscious of how my body reeked of fear sweat. As usual, Mistress read my mind.



“Go and take a shower, my pet. Hop to it!” she commanded, grinning at my shocked expression.



I scampered up the steps and took one of my fastest showers on record. However, I was not in such a rush that I neglected to cleanse both of my lower openings thoroughly. Since two of the upcoming participants were men, there was always a chance that one or both of them would want to fuck me in my ass. At least I hoped so. I got a perverted thrill from being taken in that nasty way.



Wrapping a towel around myself, I proceeded to blow dry my hair, and tried to work it into some semblance of order.



Luckily, Mistress had been teasing me about the timetable. The party did not actually start until about an hour and a half after our discussion. Consequently, I was clean, dry, sweet smelling and composed when our doorbell finally rang.



Mistress had instructed me to wear only my simple black dress, which fell to mid thigh. Therefore, I had on no bra or panties, and was barefoot. Oh yes, I also had on my collar. So this was my appearance as I answered the door, and greeted our guests.



The only mental image I had formed about the board members concerned their faces. Those harsh, disapproving faces that I had imagined staring at me with flinty eyes across their table of judgment. As I opened our door to greet them, I was pleasantly surprised to see four smiling faces, two female and two male. None of them would win any beauty contests, since they were normal, everyday people. But their eyes caught my attention. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, and signaled happiness to meet me in person.



There was a brief period of introduction at the door, and I tried hard to keep straight who was who. This is usually very difficult for me when I am suddenly bombarded with names. Penny had auburn hair, which reminded me slightly of the copper found in pennies, so that helped. The other woman, who had black hair and slightly larger breasts, was Samantha. The taller of the two men, the one that had sandy colored hair and an elongated face, was named George. And the remaining man, the one with the slightly pudgy belly, introduced himself as Carl.



I took the four of them into our living room and saw that they were seated comfortably. During my shower and preparations, Mistress had prepared light snacks and nonalcoholic beverages, which I now served to our guests. I believe that their eyes widened slightly when I went to kneel on the floor next to Mistress’s chair by her leg. Polite conversation followed.



I was beginning to get impatient. The four of them had been giving me searching looks — almost scorching looks. But no one said anything overt. It was as if they were children looking at a marvelous gift, and shyly trying to figure out how to ask for it politely. My Mistress is very good at sensing peoples’ moods. She finally stood up, hooked her finger into the leash loop on my collar and told me to stand up.



“George, Carl, please come over here.” With that, she took me to the rear area of the sofa, and pushed me gently forward. This brought my hips into contact with the upright back of the sofa. My head and torso went forward over the back and came to rest on its seat cushions. My feet remained on the floor behind the sofa, but they were nudged apart by my Mistress’s foot. Mistress then flipped up the hem of my dress, exposing all my privates, from my ass to my clit. I was certain those two men had a marvelous view at this point.



I got the same rush that I usually do when new eyes gaze upon my intimate treasures. It’s a heady mixture of embarrassment, anticipation, and arousal, mixed with a hint of worry that the observer might not find me pleasing. But this pose served to send me quickly into a more submissive state. Once again, I was offering my body to my Mistress. It was hers to use in any way she saw fit.



The men may have been enjoying the view, but apparently their shyness remained. On display for several minutes, my head turned sideways against the sofa cushion, I could see the two women still seated across the room, smiling at this tableau. I could only hear with one ear in this position, and became aware of one or both of the men whispering to my Mistress, but I could not make out the words. I could however understand her reply, because she spoke clearly, saying, “Of course, gentlemen. That is why you are here.”



After a brief pause, I felt a cold, trembling fingertip tentatively touching my outer labia. One of the men had grown bold enough to finally touch me. The whispering contact gave me goosebumps that rippled along my thighs. Apparently, since neither I nor my Mistress made any protest, the finger became bolder. It now rippled along the furrow down the center line of my pussy. I closed my eyes, concentrating on that sensation. During its movements, the finger now dipped slowly into my entrance and was greeted with the first of my secretions. I moaned softly.



Another finger began toying with my ass crack. Whether it was the same man, or the other one did not matter. What mattered was the little firecrackers of pleasure that rippled through me as my sensitive nerve endings in that area reported the contact. With my encouraging moans, the hands grew bolder and warmer. They plucked at my labia, whispered over my pee hole, and peeled the hood back from my clitoris to tease its shaft directly. Fingers scooped fluids from my seeping vaginal tunnel, and smeared them over my ass hole. A long groan erupted from my throat as I felt a finger working itself through my anal ring and into my hot tight butt.



The women finally got up from their chairs and came over to sit on either side of me on the sofa. I kept my eyes closed as one of them began stroking my hair. She even leaned over and began kissing my cheek and tracing the edge of my ear with her tongue. The other woman was stroking my back from the base of my neck to the small of my back. After a few strokes I felt her hand tug at my zipper, pulling it down towards my hips, opening the back of my dress. Now her hands could slip inside and do magical things to my bare skin. It was heavenly being the focus of attention of these four people.



As I was drifting on this sea of blissful caresses, I felt something new. The entrance to my vagina suddenly stretched and yielded as someone’s stiff, pulsating cock plunged inward. Well lubricated by the juices of my aroused cunt, it slid in easily, its generous girth filling my void. I felt his hands grasp my hips firmly as he began pumping that lovely cock in and out of me. Draped over the back of the sofa as I was, I could not push back to meet his thrusts. My body had to remain passive, pinned in place by sofa back, hands, and cock. But my vocal cords were not passive at all as I cried out, “Oh yes! Whoever that is, fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!”



“You heard her, George,” I heard Penny say. “Give it to her good.” Her hands slipped under my torso and began kneading my breasts through my dress material. “Once you dump your load in her, I want to get her dress off so I can see and taste these lovely breasts.”



At her encouragement, George accelerated his movements, ramming his dick the full length of my tunnel. Each time he skewered inward, his balls would slap against my spread labia. Each slap sent almost electric jolts of pleasure to the core of my body. With my eyes shut, I had not been keeping track of where my Mistress was positioned. But she must have come around the sofa to bend close to my ear, where she whispered, “It will be a lot more exciting for our guests if you cum while you are servicing them. So don’t hold back, my pet. Cum as often as you can.”



I whispered back, “Yes Mistress. And thank you, Mistress. Thank you for making this happen.” I felt her lips press the side of mine. My being glowed with happiness — happiness that I belonged to her. I relinquished whatever control I had been maintaining to inhibit my reaction to George’s vigorous fucking, and began pleading, “Fill my hot, tight little cunt with your cum, George! I need it so badly!”



This plea seemed to trigger something in him. His cock started twitching almost immediately. His hands sank deeply into my hip flesh as his cock starting spewing his load of semen deep inside me. I howled as I felt it fill me, and began shaking in my first orgasm of the day. I heard Samantha say, “Keep your cock in her until I can get there, George,” as she shifted off the sofa, and went behind it.



After a few moments, Samantha said, “OK. I’m ready. Ease it out.” I felt the slightly softened cock slipping out of my tunnel. But before I could start dripping, a new sensation occurred. Samantha fastened her lips over my vaginal opening, and started sucking. OMG, what a sensation! Her eager mouth pulled George’s semen forth from my depths. That terrific feeling caused me to have a mini-orgasm. Or was it an aftershock of the original one? No matter. It made my walls ripple in ecstasy once again, and I promptly expelled the remainder of George’s cum into Samantha’s waiting mouth.



I heard her walk around the sofa again, and Penny tapped my lips, saying, “Open up molly. Samantha has a gift for you.”



I looked up into Samatha’s face, and grinned as I saw her slightly bulging cheeks and pursed lips. She was delivering that load of semen to me, fresh from my own cunt! Her lips sealed over my opened ones, and she released that salty, tangy load directly into my mouth. What a lovely present! I knew I was going to like her a lot. After swallowing her gift, I licked my lips for stray drops and said, “Thank you, Samantha. How can I repay such generosity?”



“You can kiss my pussy, molly,” she answered, her cheeks turning a delicate pink as this bold statement hung in the air between us.



“Just kiss it?” I asked with an impish grin.



She giggled. “OK. Eat my pussy. There, I said it!” The pink darkened in a lovely fashion.



Several hands helped me up. My unzipped dress began slipping off my shoulders. I made no attempt to stop its fall, so as I stood up, my dress cascaded down my torso and pooled at my feet. Standing quite naked now, I also made no attempt to cover myself modestly. I reveled in the hungry stares I was receiving from our guests.



While George had been fucking me so thoroughly, Mistress had used the opportunity to place several mats on the floor of our living room. At her signal, I placed myself on my back in the center of this padded area. Samantha straddled my chest, and knelt down placing her knees on either side of my head. I looked up and was rewarded with a view of her now sopping pussy. “



“That certainly looks good enough to eat, Samantha,” I said, smiling. “Bring it down where I can reach, please.”

A major turning point in my life occurred when Susan purchased the speculum. (I am not going to attempt to relate my stories in chronological order – I am writing things down as they occur to me.)



As perhaps you can tell from some of my earlier stories, Susan was fascinated with my cunt. Mine was the first that she had ever seen up close. I know from what she told me that she had examined her own with mirrors, but there is only so much you can see from that distance.



Here I was, her pet, her toy, her plaything – and my body was hers to enjoy in any manner she desired. Over this period of time she had spent seemingly hours looking at my labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, anal opening – even my urethral opening, also known as my pee hole.



Some of those times I was bound, spreadeagled. Other times I was unbound, my hands free to hold myself open for her inspection. Many times she had inserted her fingers into my vaginal tunnel, stretching them apart to open me even farther. So it really came as no surprise to me when she appeared one day triumphantly holding up a speculum.



“Finally” she exclaimed, “I’m going to get a proper view of your cervix.” Her enthusiasm made me both giggle and blush. But the thought of her having such an intimate view of my innermost recesses excited me. I felt my very sensitive labia starting to engorge (of course I wore no panties under my skirt – I seldom do these days) and the familiar sensation of the first drops of pussy juices forming at the edge of my slit.



But Susan was getting very good at teasing and tormenting me. She did not immediately demand that I spread myself open for her. She merely dropped the speculum back into the bag that she had pulled it from, and set it aside. She had me simmering in low-grade excitement for hours. She placed the bag with the speculum in a prominent location so that I would see it over and over as I moved around inside our house.



Moreover, if it looked like my attention was losing its focus about what was to come, she would casually drop a word like ‘speculum’, or ‘cervix’, or ‘examination’ into our conversation. And I saw the gleam that would come into her eyes as such words made me shiver and squirm. What a delicious agony of waiting. But I had my household chores to do, and that helped me get through the day. While I was washing the dishes, I thought I heard Susan in the other room talking on her cell phone, but I thought nothing of it at that time.



The day dragged on.



I found myself looking at the clock, and looking at the bag that contained the speculum. Sometimes my mouth went dry with nervousness; sometimes I was almost drooling with anticipation. But Susan is in charge – she is my Mistress – I could not demand that she examine my cunt; my job was to wait and obey.



Finally my agony of waiting seemed to be at an end. “Come into the bedroom, girl,” Susan ordered me. “Strip off your clothing, but do it slowly. I want to see your body come into view very gradually. I want you to anticipate this fully.”



What a devil she can be. I wanted to rip off my clothes and leap onto the bed. Instead, I did a very slow sensual striptease for her, undulating my body, turning as I undressed so she could admire my torso from several angles. I could tell by the look on her face and a light in her eyes that I was doing a good job, and this made me smile.



Finally, I stood naked for her inspection, grateful that my body was clean and smoothly shaven. My nipples were proudly fully erect. My labia were engorged and ached slightly in their puffiness. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew that I better not unless given permission by Susan. She pulled back the bed covers, saying, “Get on the sheet, face up.”



She placed a small pillow under my buttocks which had the effect of raising my pelvis upward. She also put a couple of towels under me for obvious reasons. Pulling out the ropes that were already attached to each of the four bedposts, she lovingly secured my wrists and my ankles, drawing me into the familiar spreadeagled position. She even positioned a couple of floor lamps so that their beams fell onto my now prominently displayed cunt. Fetching the bag, she drew out the speculum and climbed onto the bed between my outstretched knees, also carrying a small but powerful flashlight.



“I wonder if I should lubricate this,” she considered, examining the speculum. I had to laugh. My pussy was oozing so freely that I knew I would lubricate it instantly. Her laughter blended with mine, and she bent over and kissed my inner thigh; perhaps my reward for being so patient. Then I felt her fingers take hold of and separate my labia, and I knew that my vaginal opening was now in clear view.



I could not stop the quiver of anticipation that ran through me. I was grateful that the ropes were holding me firmly in place. Within moments, I felt the coolness of the speculum touch my opening, and felt it slowly slide inward. It slipped easily with barely any tugging. My pussy juices were doing an excellent job of lubrication. In moments it was fully seated within me, and Susan worked the mechanism to open its jaws.



What a sensation! The feeling of being stretched;… the cool air entering me;… being the center of attention, the focus of Susan’s world at that moment;… thrilled me in a manner difficult to describe. She clicked on her flashlight and peered into my very core. For a few minutes there was silence. The only sounds I could hear were the sounds of our breathing, and of my heart pounding in my chest. I was just starting to fear that Susan’s silence might indicate disgust or disappointment when she said, “It is so lovely – lovelier than I imagined. So smooth, so inviting. It makes me want to reach in and stroke it. I wish you could see this. Oh, maybe you can.”



After saying this, she went to fetch her camera. Returning, she moved in close and took several pictures. With this digital camera she was immediately able to show me the images holding the camera close to my face. Ordinarily, I might not have been so excited about seeing a cervix – any cervix – but Susan’s enthusiasm was contagious. While I was admiring her handiwork our doorbell rang! I am sure my heart and my breathing stopped for an instant. Neither of us had heard a car drive up. There was no time to untie me, so Susan drew the bed covers over me, and went to the front door, closing the bedroom door behind her.



I heard the front door open and close, and I heard something of a mumbled conversation from our front room, but I could not distinguish either words or voices. There I was, tied naked and vulnerable on the bed. It was not a very opportune time for company. I waited there apprehensively for some little time, my mind starting to wander. I must have missed the sound of the visitor leaving, because Susan returned to the bedroom.



“Who was that, Miss?” I asked politely. But Susan, wearing an enigmatic expression, did not answer. She merely walked to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold. Before I could protest, she slipped it over my head and I was plunged into darkness! She pulled the covers back off of my body, exposing me fully again. I could feel the heat of the light beams from the floor lamps striking my still elevated pelvis. And I heard Susan walk to the bedroom door and call out, “Come on in.”



I gasped loudly; but I thought she was teasing me again. And then I heard the footsteps. Someone else WAS present! I felt the bed sag as not one but two bodies climbed onto it. Trapped in my personal darkness, I cried out, “Who is here?”



“Be quiet, girl,” was the only reply that Susan gave.



Then I heard the click of a flashlight and Susan comment, “See what I mean? Lovely.” And I knew that some stranger was staring into my vaginal tunnel at Susan’s invitation. I was mortified! I felt the heat of a flush of embarrassment start at my face, creep down my neck, and cascade to the tops of my breasts, which were also fully on display.



Concentrating, I became aware of warm breath on each of my inner thighs as two faces bent closer to my pussy. There was nothing I could do about it. The ropes held me firmly. And, as I stated earlier, I am Susan’s toy, her plaything; subject to her whims. Gradually, as my shock of surprise dissipated, I fell into a state of acceptance – of submission. I fully trusted Susan; I knew she would not let harm come to me. I knew that my body is lovely, at least in Susan’s eyes, and perhaps she was sharing something she treasures (me) with a trusted friend; I hoped this was the case.



I heard a whisper I could not make out, and heard Susan answer, “I don’t know, but it would be interesting to find out. I’ll play with her clit; you caress her breasts.”



I gulped hard and almost swallowed my tongue. The stranger was going to play with my breasts? Was this another of Susan’s teasing jokes? But then I felt her hands gently tugging at my clit hood and softly stroking along its shaft – and ANOTHER pair of hands softly gliding over my now very sensitive breasts!



I jerked in the ropes. I could not help myself. Being on display was one thing. Being touched by a stranger took my embarrassment to an entirely higher level. I almost choked out a protest, but then remembered that I had been commanded to remain silent. Regaining some semblance of control, I submitted passively to the caresses.



But my passivity did not last long. How could I remain passive with four hands teasing me in such delightful ways? Susan, of course, knew exactly what to do with my clit to quickly arouse me. And the stranger certainly seemed to know how to give pleasure to a woman by means of breast play.



I could not tell if the hands were those of a male or female, laying there in the darkness of the blindfold. But he or she trailed fingertips in swirling patterns all over my sensitive flesh. This had the effect of making my areolae crinkle joyously. Next the fingertips explored what seemed to be every little nook and cranny created by those crinkles, maddeningly avoiding my throbbing nipples. When it seemed that I was about to scream my need for my poor nipples to receive attention, the gentle fingers finally closed upon them, tugging at them with a gentle rolling action. That did it! The orgasm that had been building within me suddenly burst forth like a volcanic eruption! I thrashed as well as I could, bound in the ropes, and felt four hands holding my hips steady on the pillow. Feeling the extra pair of hands on me during my peak triggered something innate, prolonging my orgasm.



“Wow! Look at that. Watch what her cervix is doing.” Susan commented.



Dimly I was aware that this is why they had driven me to a climax. To watch what occurs in my vaginal tunnel as I cum. I probably gave quite a performance. This seemed to be one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced, brought on by these unfamiliar circumstances and the state of submission that I had entered, allowing me to relinquish all control, and just FEEL.



After some period of time – I have no idea how long, being lost in my sensations – I heard Susan say, “Well, I guess the show is over.” I felt the jaws of the speculum closing, and felt it being slipped out of me. Someone’s hands gently patted my labia closed once again.



Susan’s face must have come close to my head because I heard her whisper in my ear, “I’m going to remove the blindfold.” I closed my eyes tightly because I knew the glare from the lamps after being so long in the darkness could be painful. But my mind was full of wonder about the stranger. Would he or she still be in the room? I had not heard anyone leave, but as my body gently rippled with aftershocks I was not really focused that well on my surroundings.



The blindfold slipped off my head. I opened my eyelids a tiny bit letting the light flood in, gradually getting accustomed to the brightness. I finally felt I could open my eyes fully, and I scanned the room looking for the stranger, a bit uncertain if I really wanted to know who now had such intimate knowledge of my body. My eyes came to rest on and focused on the face of – Barbara?



OMG! It WAS Barbara! I knew her. In fact I had secretly lusted after her for quite some time. Every time I saw her my heart beat a little faster. She was so darn cute, with a devastating smile, twinkling blue eyes, short blonde hair and lovely curves outlined magnificently by clothing that seemed to cling to her in adoration. I had no idea that Susan knew her.



And here she was in our bedroom, grinning down at me. Grinning down at my… my… OMG!… my completely naked body tied spreadeagled on the sheets! I blushed bright scarlet. One of her hands absentmindedly pushed an errant strand of her hair back in place and I further realized it was her hands that had toyed with my breasts so wonderfully. I blushed even brighter, if that is possible, and stammered, “Hello, Barbara.”



This caused both Barbara and Susan to burst into laughter. After a moment, I could not stop myself from joining their laughter.



After we all quieted down, and they wiped the laughter tears from their eyes (I could not, of course, tied as I was), Susan untied me and said, “Rest here a few minutes and get the circulation back in your hands and feet. Then join us in the front room.”



My voice may have quavered slightly as I asked quietly, “Naked, Miss?”



“Did I tell you to dress?” she snapped.



“No, Miss, you did not,” I replied quietly, my voice pitched to a very respectful tone.



“Then you have your answer,” she stated and she and Barbara left the room.



I massaged my hands and my feet, gathering my composure. After a few minutes I padded into the front room and saw Susan and Barbara sitting on the sofa. Hesitating only a moment I walked closer to Susan and knelt at her feet, my hands behind me, my eyes lowered, as I had been taught. This was the first time that I knelt submissively at the feet of my Mistress in the presence of others. In my heart, I felt that this would probably not be the last time.



“See how well her training is going?” Susan asked Barbara.



I almost choked in surprise. Barbara knew Susan was training me? Susan, ever alert to the emotions of her submissive, reacted to my expression of surprise, even though I had verbalized no question. “Yes, girl. I discuss your training with Barbara quite often. She has been fascinated to hear how well you are coming along, and what an obedient girl you are turning out to be. Today seemed like the perfect opportunity to give her a firsthand look.”



“And what an eye-full it was,” giggled Barbara. “You are even more luscious looking than I imagined.”



Suddenly I realized why in the past when I spoke with Barbara she had that special twinkle in her eyes. She was privy to my interactions with Susan, and delighting in her knowledge. In response to her praise, I replied, “Thank you Barbara.”



Susan reached out and lifted my chin with a gentle hand, staring into my eyes and said, “I think you had better say ‘Thank you Miss’.”



My eyes must have widened, because Susan nodded and confirmed, “Yes I have decided to share you with Barbara. You now have two Mistresses. I’m curious. How do you feel about this?”



I did not have to ponder. I did not have to hesitate. I loved Susan, and I was hers. We both knew this. But I also had room in my heart for Barbara, and I was so happy that she and Susan were such close friends. I knew that I would love serving them both. “Oh Miss! I cannot fully tell you how joyous this makes me. Thank you, Miss!”



“Barbara, slip off your shoe,” Susan told her. As Barbara did so Susan said, “Okay girl. You may kiss the foot of your new Mistress.”



Lowering myself to my belly brought my face close to Barbara’s foot. I took her foot carefully in both hands and raised it slightly as I lowered my lips. As I pressed my lips to Barbara’s foot a feeling of ecstasy swept through me, and I almost swooned. This was the beginning of my service to the two women that I love most in the entire world.



(continued in part 8)

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