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Danni and Lorna were exhausted; Lorna had been helping Danni move into her new house, it was a new build, four bedroom detached, with extensive walled gardens for extra security and privacy; the rooms were spacious and the master bedroom had an en-suite bath and shower room.



“Finally we’ve unpacked the last box,” Danni said, flopping down on the sofa smiling.



“Right where’s the takeaway menu? I’m starving,” Lorna asked.



“I don’t know if I’ve got one, I’ve only been here a couple of days.”



“Well if I can find my bag, there’s one in there, I brought it with me as I thought that may be the case,” Lorna laughed.



“I’m not having a kebab, I fancy a pizza I think,” her friend said not really knowing what she fancied to eat.



“Danni you never know what you want.” Lorna smiled.



Going over to the sofa Lorna sat down next to Danni and gave her the menu…



“I know what I would love, but I don’t think it’s on that menu,” Danni giggled.



“Food first and then I might let you have a sweet dessert!” her friend replied winking.



Danni started to tickle her friend make her giggle, before planting a loving kiss on her lips, she really was beginning to fall in love with her.



“Well I want to be different and have my dessert first,” Danni said cheekily; and she disappeared up the stairs to play in her new power shower; she did wonder however if her friend would follow…



Danni undressed and put her clothes into the laundry basket, she went through to the en-suite and switched on the shower; she was so glad that she decided to have the larger cubicle as it meant that they can shower together; just as she was about to step in…



“Danni I’ve ordered the food, they said it would be about an hour.”



“I hadn’t chosen what I wanted, but okay I guess I can live with a surprise; anyway come here I want you.” Danni shouted.



Lorna walked into the bathroom to find Danni in the shower lathering her tits…



“Erm very nice; do you mind if I watch from here?” she smiled.



“No not at all, I hope you enjoy the show,” her friend said grabbing her vibrating rabbit shaped dildo from the shelve and began the show; thrusting the rabbit up her soaking pussy slowly at first and then harder making sure that the rabbit’s ears stroked her ever hardening love gem; with her free hand she caressed her tits and squeezed her nipples, slowly cupping them to her own mouth so that she could chew her own nips that now resembled ripened raspberries…



“Fuck you’re hot,” Lorna said stepping into the shower and turning off the water jets; not able to resist joining in, “let me do that for you,” she said getting hold of the dildo and slowly gliding it in and out whilst licking her friends love bud, flicking at it with her tongue….



“That feels fuckin fab,” Danni said lustfully, she could sense her orgasm building inside her; her body started to tingle and flutter…



“AHH FUCK PLEASE DON’T STOP…PLEASE PLEASE…” she screamed blissfully.



Lorna pushed the cock up higher knowing that she could get Danni to squirt her sweet love juice, Lorna loved the taste of her friends sweet nectar…



“NO…NO…NO…PLEASE NO…YES… YES… YES…OHHHH FUCK… I’M COMIN…YES…YES,” Danni wailed, her body almost buckled from the shattering orgasm that ripped through her body, her legs like jelly; she looked down to watch Lorna lapping up her love juice trying not to spill a drop…



Lorna slowly kissed her way up Danni’s body, reaching her voluptuous tits gently suckled on her ever hard nips making her friend mewl joyously, continuing up her neckline nuzzling and flicking Danni’s earlobes with her tongue, whilst all the time rubbing her thumb over her friend’s bud making her orgasm over and over…



Stepping out of the shower after yet another orgasm, Danni groaned wantonly “God you’re fucking good!”



“Why thank you Ms. Cox; now let’s try out your new bed?” Lorna said smiling and gently pulling Danni towards the bedroom.



Slowly following Lorna into the bedroom; Danni pulled her back, smiling at her she kissed her friend and told her, “It’s not my bed it’s ours, I bought the king size so that we would have more room to have fun in comfort!”



Reaching the bed they both fell onto it; pawing at each other’s bodies with animalistic passion; they both knew that they were falling for each other in a big way, Lorna climbed on top of her friend; cupping her own tits and twisting her nipples she mewed softly…



“Lorna let me lick you!” Danni almost begged.



Moving up so that her pussy was directly over Danni’s face; her friend slowly began to lick at her love button whilst pushing two fingers up her soaking wet twat slowly at first then harder, her sweet juice splashing onto Danni’s face into her mouth, “Fucking hell you taste so good!”… Teasing at her love bud with her teeth, licking and flicking with her tongue…



“OH DANNI…DON’T STOP PLEASE…I’M COMING,” Lorna screamed ecstatically, her body starting to tense as the force of the orgasm tore through her…Danni begin to fuck her pussy with her tongue; drinking all the sweet juice that she could, desperately trying not to spill any…



Lorna fell back onto the bed, her body spent from the explosive orgasm. Her friend gently kissed her whilst caressing her tits…



“Lorna I have something to ask you.” Danni whispered.



“What is it my darling?”



Just then the doorbell rang; they both guessed it was the takeaway delivery…



“Oh fuck great timing!” Lorna mumbled…neither of us are dressed…”What the fuck? Danni what are you doing?” she shouted to her friend as she went out of the bedroom door completely naked…



Grabbing her purse and opening the door, without looking who was there she asked…



“How much do I owe you?”



The male voice answered, “Erm well it depends what you’d like me to do for you!”



Looking up Danni was horrified to find not the delivery driver, but her next door neighbour whom she met briefly earlier on in the day; trying her best to hide herself…



“Oh I’m so sorry; I thought you were the takeaway guy,” Danni apologised.



“What a treat he would have had!” her neighbour said cheekily; looking Danni up and down and liking what he saw.



Danni grabbed a dust sheet from behind the front door…



“How can I help you Phil?” Danni asked her visitor who was definitely not as embarrassed as she was.



“Well Sammi and I thought you might like a drink and some food after your move, so we put this hamper together for you.”



“Oh thanks very much, it’s much appreciated; I could do with a drink.” Danni said smiling.



“I forgot to say, Sammi told me to invite you to the BBQ we are having tomorrow afternoon/evening…nothing to fancy just a few friends and please bring your partner.” He added not really giving Danni any opportunity to accept or decline…



Closing the door and dropping the dust sheet from her naked body, she went through to the kitchen and placed the hamper down on the table…”Lorna, Lorna come see what we have?” she shouted up the rear staircase hoping that her friend could hear…



Little did she know that her friend had fallen asleep and had enveloped herself in the red satin sheets that dressed the four poster bed; she walked up the staircase to find her friend lying there with a contented look on her face; softly shaking her Danni said quietly…



“Darling, we’ve had a special delivery…come and see what’s in the hamper.”



Waking but not quite finding her bearings in the new room…”Where am I?” she asked.



“You’re in our new bed, in our new house,” Danni whispered before gently kissing her. “Now do you remember?”



“Hamper, what hamper? Who gave us a hamper?” she asked in a confused tone.



“Look just come down stairs, I’ll be in the kitchen and hurry before I grab all the good stuff!!” she laughed.



Making her way out of the door and down the stairs, this time after pulling on her robe Danni was closely followed by her lover…



“Oi wait for me, let’s look together,” she shouted excitedly, catching up to her friend…



Reaching the kitchen Lorna looked on as Danni removed the packages from the large hamper; inside were a bottle of both red and white wine, a cheese board complete with cheeses and crackers, fresh fruit, an Indian curry for two with rice and naan breads, after dinner mints and a small bottle of bourbon…



“Wow that was so kind of them,” Danni said smiling.



“So kind of who; where’s the takeaway?” her friend asked.



“Oh dear don’t you ever listen; when the doorbell rang it was our neighbour Phil, he brought the hamper round it’s a gift off the two of them; the takeaway hasn’t arrived yet.” Danni explained trying not to laugh out loud.



She carried on telling Lorna that they had been invited to the BBQ the following afternoon at the neighbour’s house; and how she was so embarrassed after answering the door to Phil totally naked…Lorna giggled and asked what his wife’s name was…



“It’s Sammi…she seems really nice,” Danni answered enthusiastically.



“Got the hot’s for her have you?” her lover said snatching her robe open.



“No I’m just saying,” Danni said lustfully.



“Erm right…I think you want her pussy?” Lorna said pulling her friend closer and kissing her passionately, probing into her mouth with her tongue…



Clearing a space on the table she slowly pushed Danni back onto the table; lying her down and lifting her legs over her own shoulders, she began to push two fingers into Danni’s dripping wet pussy making her groan blissfully; Lorna grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and peeled it; she looked impishly at her lover, who had a look of horror on her face…



“No please don’t do what I think you are going too,” Danni begged.



“Well tell me quickly do you want Sammi’s pussy?”



“No no I don’t honestly,” she said smiling.



“You my darling are fibbing, so your punishment is a fruit fuck!” Lorna laughed.



Rubbing her thumb on Danni’s bud it wasn’t long before she was panting and groaning; she slowly started to fuck her lover with the banana, her pussy juicier than ever, gliding it in and out; Lorna dropped to her knees and began to lick her tongue over her friends bud…



“AHHH FUCK YES…LICK IT PLEASE…DON’T STOP…” Danni screamed in ecstasy.



Licking her bud and the folds of her pussy, Lorna could taste the banana mixing with the sweetness of her lover’s juice…



“Push it out my darling, push it out.” Lorna whispered to her lover.



Whilst panting and groaning ecstatically, Danni pushed out the banana which was followed by a torrent of sweet love nectar, which Lorna caught in a cup; Danni mewled as the orgasm raged through her, leaving her body limp on the table…



“Fucking hell that felt fantastic!” Danni whispered.



“Now tell me the truth; Do you want Sammi’s pussy?” her friend asked laughing.



“No I really don’t; you are the only one for me.” Danni said before planting a kiss on her lover’s lips.



Lorna slowly helped her friend off the table and they went to sit in the lounge; snuggling up on the sofa they decided to listen to some music and relax; whilst every now and then they had a passionate kiss…



“What was it you wanted to ask me earlier sweetheart?” Lorna asked before going through to the kitchen to get some wine.



“Oh it was, well I’ve been meaning to ask you for an age, but…” her friend said nervously.



“Well ask me then, ya daft bat,” Lorna laughed.



“Well I was hoping that you would move in here with me…as my lover,” her friend replied shyly.



Lorna sat down next to Danni looked at her and said…



“I thought you’d never ask!” before kissing her with wanton passion…



Just then the doorbell rang again…



“It might be Phil back for another look,” Lorna joked.



“Not funny, anyway you’re going this time.” Danni retaliated with a smile.



Opening the door Lorna studied what was in front of her; there was a petite blonde long haired young lady about mid to late twenties, around five feet three inches, with bright blue eyes, wearing a black playsuit and black strappy sandals, she had a slim figure but sizeable tits…



“Hi my name is Sammi, I live next door, is Danni at home?” she asked.



“Oh right, please to meet you, I’m Lorna, Danni’s partner, please come in she’s in the lounge.”



“Danni you have a visitor darling,” Lorna said trying not to smirk.



“Hi Danni, can I do anything to help?” Sammi said in her soft voice.



“Well to be honest we are not really doing much now, but would you like to stay for a drink?” Danni asked.



“Yes that would be lovely, thank you,” she answered.



“I’ll get the drinks darling; you sit and entertain our guest!” Lorna said heading for the kitchen.



Danni and Sammi chatted away whilst Lorna got them all a drink; walking back into the lounge with the drinks she noticed that Sammi was being very flirty with Danni; this intrigued her and she began to plot a way to try and get them all in the same room…the bedroom…



“There you go Sammi, hope you enjoy it.” Lorna said passing the ditzy visitor her drink.



“Bottoms up!” Sammi toasted. “Erm this tastes lovely, what is it?”



“That my dear is a Lorna special cocktail, its Danni’s family recipe, so I can’t tell you all of the ingredients but it does have bourbon, wine and a little something extra.” Lorna answered with a beaming smile.



“Please bring some tomorrow, I’m sure it will go down very well,” Sammi said innocently.



“I will if I remember,” Lorna smiled.



The three of them sat chatting about the neighbourhood mostly, at one point Sammi had asked the two friends if they knew Greg and Andy as they were a gay couple, the two friends looked at each other, laughed and said that they didn’t know them; Lorna studied Sammi all the time she was there, her facial features were soft and her hair looked naturally blonde, but mostly she studied her tits trying to work out if they were fake; she even steered the conversation towards plastic surgery so that she could get the answer, and they were real…



“Well ladies I must be going, thank you so much for the drink and I’ll see you both tomorrow,” Sammi announced.



“Okay then, we will see you tomorrow Sammi,” Danni said seeing their guest out of the door…



When she returned to the lounge Lorna was sat on the sofa with a daft look on her face…



“What’s the matter with you?” Danni asked.



“How ditzy is she?” Lorna laughed.



“Oh don’t be mean, I think she’s really nice,” her friend said.



“I bet I can guess which part of her is really nice too, ya sexy little minx,” Lorna said playfully, before tickling and kissing her lover.



The two lovers gave up on the takeaway and decided to have an early night instead; once they had finished their drinks they headed up to bed…



“I’m just going for a quick shower, fancy joining me Sexy Ass?” Lorna asked.



“Hell yes! Thought you’d never ask,” her lover said before kissing her softly.



Once in the shower they began soaping each other’s bodies, softly caressing their tits and pussy’s, Lorna noticed that her lovers pussy was extremely wet…



“You naughty girl…you do want her pussy…I knew you did!” Lorna teased.



“Okay then I do want her but for both of us, I’m sure she fancies me.”



“Well if you’re that sure, then go for it; let’s see if we can have some fun with her, I quite fancy a bit of that myself ditzy or not she’s very cute.”



“Yeah but I don’t want to appear stupid,” Danni replied.



That night in bed amongst other things they hatched the plan on how to get Sammi over to their place and hopefully have some fun…Danni had trouble getting to sleep as the suspense of it all was too much; she didn’t want to have to wait too long before she got to play with Sammi; so she had to be quite direct just like Lorna was in Ibiza with Lucia…



It was the day of the BBQ and the two friends had slept in until eleven o’clock in the morning both not really wanting to leave the other’s arms; Danni turned to face Lorna and kissed her tenderly whilst cupping her tits and gently squeezing her nipples…



“Let’s make love, just one more time before we consider getting out of bed?” she whispered softly.



“Mmm that sounds like a great idea darling,” Lorna said kissing her lovingly…



Danni slowly moved her hand down to her lovers thighs gently smoothing her hand inwards, parting her legs; she slowly reached her fleshpot and began gently rubbing her hardening bud, Lorna’s ecstatic groans sounding blissful as another orgasm built inside her; they slowly entwined their legs together and began to massage their buds gently at first, their pussy’s now soaking wet and almost ready to release a torrent of sweet juices…



“HARDER…HARDER…PLEASE…PLEASE,” Lorna begged wantonly…



Danni straddled her lover lifting her leg in the air and held on to her foot; she began to grind their buds harder, Lorna’s groans louder and more lustful; beads of sweat trickling down her face; Danni’s climax not far from the edge, her ecstatic wail’s louder than before, she began to suck on her lover’s toes licking her feet; sending them both to the point of no return; the air in the room filled with the smell and the sound of wanton desire; their bodies engulfed with explosive orgasms their juices flowing like a mountain stream…



The two lovers lay enveloped on the bed their whole bodies spent from the sexual excitement; they kissed both smiling lovingly at each other…



“Wow…that was fucking amazing…thank you my darling!” Lorna said softly.



“No need to thank me…but I agree it truly was intense!” Danni replied smiling; getting out of bed.



“Do we have to get up now?”



“Yes we do…we have to get ready for the BBQ remember; I’m going for a shower.” Danni said heading for the bathroom.



“Oh yes…you can’t keep the lovely Sammi waiting can you?” Lorna teased.



“Piss off…or I won’t share her,” her lover replied laughing…



Danni stepped into the shower and her thoughts went back to when the two of them got back from Ibiza; they had been inseparable they do everything together; a wry smile came over her face and hopefully they are about to do Sammi together and she couldn’t wait…



Lorna stepped into the shower with her lover…



“Erm let me guess who you’ve been thinking about, you naughty girl?” she asked gently smacking her lovers ass cheeks.



“No no I haven’t…honestly!” Danni protested smiling.



Danni quickly showered and stepped out closely followed by her rampant lover; who chased her all around the bedroom before they both fell on the bed; Danni fell face first and started giggling…



“We are like two school kids.” Danni laughed.



“I know…good isn’t it…now pout that lovely ass…you’re getting a spanking!” her lover insisted.



“But I haven’t done anything wrong,” Danni protested.



“I will be the judge of that…now pout it!” Lorna requested lustfully…



Danni did as she was asked a somewhat very willing partner; she kneeled on all fours and pouted her chunky ass ready for the playful punishment; her lover started to spank her ass with slow sensual strokes of the new flogger they had ordered online; it was a satin and leather mix, a bright pink satin bound handle with soft leather tassels making up the whip, perfect for love games…



“Please don’t hurt me Miss?” Danni begged playfully.



“I won’t…you just do as I tell you; now open your legs slightly so that I can check to see if your pussy is wet from your filthy thoughts,” Lorna said teasingly…



Opening her legs slightly Lorna gently slapped her lover’s pussy lips with the flogger; her lover’s groans heavenly to listen too…



“Erm, we are very wet aren’t we?” Miss said dipping two fingers into Danni’s honey pot.



“Yes Miss…I like the flogger Miss,” she replied enjoying the role play.



“Oh do you…Well in that case you can have ten strokes of it…” Miss said before giving her lover her punishment…

I lay still and quiet, pensive, studying the way the morning light cast a golden glow upon Tiffany’s wavy blonde locks. Her hair was down, free and natural, mussed from sleep and midnight passions.



“Updo girl,” I mused, remembering how I had first come to think of her.



I smiled. Now she was just Tif, and we were lovers. I snuggled in more closely against her. We were both naked and I lay with my face against her neck. It was one week after the gang bang assignment with Victoria.



Tiffany had returned a day after that night.



I had told her everything.



We had spent the past week in relative seclusion with each other, spending the nights together in her room. We had been given “time off” to recover from our activities.



I think that Tif probably had more fun frolicking around the Caribbean than I had experienced at Victoria’s beck and call. I had kept my directed appointment at the medical facility downstairs, and I now sported a sexy new tongue stud. Just as Brentwood had said, there was little recovery time after the procedure. I was adjusting to the feel of it. My speech was still a little affected, but I would soon overcome that. Its presence would soon be a trifle, more normal than not.



Tif certainly enjoyed it last night when my face was buried between her thighs.



She had said afterward that the feel of me flicking the stud against her clit, coupled with the image of me that she played in her mind while I licked her, drove her wild. Apparently it was a “hot button” for her.



I once again wore my intimate chain, connected between the piercing in my navel and in my clit hood.



My clue that Tif was awake too was an affectionate whisper from her as she slid one hand down to rest it upon my hip.



“Hey you,” she said.



“Mmm…” I murmured.



“We need to find Victoria’s weakness. Everyone has one, or more than one,” she said.



“Victoria’s secret, I wonder what it is,” I said.



We both laughed softly.



“But, yes, I agree, though we have to be very careful. I don’t want to risk Jos, or you,” I said.



Tif spoke again.



“What about the Masquerade, and Brentwood? You said that she said not to choose me over her publicly. I think she probably meant something like refusing her something openly with others present, especially if it involves me. Inviting me instead of her might not violate her rules… Fuck, I hate this Vi. I wish I could fix it, but I can’t think of a way without risking your migration partner,” she said.



“I know,” I whispered, playing my fingers against her stomach.



I started to slide my hand lower, but paused, sensing that the mood might not be right.



“And what the hell is it with her peeing on you or peeing in your mouth. Do you think it’s a fetish she has, or is she doing it just to humiliate you?” Tif asked.



“A little of both I think,” I replied.



“But you like a lot of what she does, don’t you?” Tif coaxed.



“Yes, you know I do. I don’t know why – it’s just how I am, but I don’t care about her. I care about you, a lot…” I said.



Tif hugged me.



“I care about you a lot too. Maybe we have a future together after this is all over – when our debt is paid, I mean,” she said.



I replied, “I think I would like that very much. We have about ten years to get through before then though…”



We kissed.



“I smell… pussy,” Tif said.



“Sorry,” I said. “I…”



“Don’t be,” she whispered. “It’s fucking hot.”



We kissed more deeply and Tif suckled my tongue.



“I love that stud. Remind me to send a thank you note to Brentwood,” Tif teased.



“And we both smell like pussy,” she cooed softly.



“Let’s shower then, and maybe get something to eat. No pun intended!” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.



“Sounds good,” Tif said enthusiastically.



She slipped from bed, pulling me playfully along behind her.



“What’s mine is yours, as long as you’re mine,” she said, turning her head to glance at me with her expressive green eyes.



“I’m yours,” I said. “No matter what else happens or who it happens with… I just hope that you are strong enough to keep wanting me.”



The shower was awesome. One thing that could be said for our apartment building was that it offered excellent water pressure, and a seemingly endless volume of hot water. We soaped each other and rinsed, playing our hands over each other’s bodies. Shampooing each other’s hair was next, with a few shoulder kisses added for affection. One thing lead to another and I soon found myself backed up against one wall of the shower with three of Tif’s fingers pushed up inside my pussy.



Her thumb danced delightfully over my clit.



I was squirming, and rocking my hips against her efforts.



She took control – the way she knew I liked it, and she pinned me firmly between her and the shower wall. Tif was about four inches taller than me, stronger and more voluptuous.



I was the lithe dancer and she was the leggy bombshell.



She began to truly ravish me. Her fingers and thumb were relentless in and against my sex, bringing me roughly to a hard sharp climax.



I whimpered and clung with my arms around her neck as my pussy clenched on her fingers again and again, until I went limp against her.



“That’s my girl,” she murmured. “I like it when you cum for me.”



I hugged her a little more tightly.



“Thank you,” I whispered.



Along with a toothbrush, I had stashed some clean panties and a few basic items of clothing in Tif’s room. Most of the time I did not wear wear a bra unless for something formal or when the bra itself was my outer wear. For outer wear, I usually opted for a bralette.



We talked while we dressed.



“Victoria has her little clique, and connections spread throughout Chalis; otherwise, she wouldn’t know what she knows and she wouldn’t be able to make the threats she makes. We need to learn her network – who she deals with, and whether they are allies or pawns in her game. As the saying goes, knowledge is power,” she said.



What do you think?” Tif asked.



I replied, “I think that we can’t let her suspect anything. It will take time, and we will need to be consummate actresses in order to outsmart her. Either that, or we will need to get really lucky…”



Tif’s NetDisplay started beeping. She went over and tapped the screen and started reading.



Once I finished pulling up my exercise shorts, I padded up beside her and peered at the screen too.



“Brentwood is calling a meeting of all girls on premises – in the cafeteria, thirty minutes from now,” Tif summarized aloud.



“I wonder what it’s about,” I said.



“We’ll find out soon enough,” Tif replied. “Let’s head there now and beat the rush!”



“Race you!” I said, grinning.



~~~



Violet and Tiffany came bounding down the stairs toward the cafeteria with Violet in the lead by just a few steps. For a brief moment they were just two young women caught up in a moment, engaged in a playful competition. They were excited and happy together. Tif caught Violet just as they both reached the back of the line inside the cafeteria. There were only a few girls ahead of them. Violet grabbed a tray and lifted it over her head and pranced.



“I win!” she said.



“Ok, you win,” Tif laughed softly. “What prize do you want?”



“Mmm… just you,” Violet said, conveying more with her light gray eyes than with the simple words.



“Done,” replied Tif.



“Good,” said Violet, blushing slightly before turning back to the serving line.



Soon enough the cafeteria had filled and roughly a hundred girls were scattered around at the different tables, engaged in eating their breakfasts, talking, whispering, eyeing each other. A few were quiet, but most chatted animatedly amongst themselves. The main topic seemed to be guessing the reason for the gathering. It was easy enough to see some of the more obvious cliques and circles among the girls.



Tif nudged Violet with her elbow.



“Remember, observe everything, especially relative to you know who.”



Tif shifted her eyes pointedly in the direction where Victoria sat with Chelsea and Melissa, and a few other girls whom Violet did not recognize.



Violet glanced surreptitiously over in the direction Tif was indicating. She saw a very pretty black girl sitting at the table with Victoria and her crew, but the girl seemed a little withdrawn, not part of Victoria’s clique, at least not yet.



Just then, Victoria glanced toward Violet and their gazes locked. Victoria made a kiss gesture to Violet with her lips and smirked, then turned back to her inner circle.



The black girl must have noticed Victoria’s action because she turned her head to look toward Violet and Tif.



Violet noticed the other girl’s eyes then, for they had been genetically and surgically altered to look like a cat’s eyes. Violet wondered whether the girl had undergone any other modifications to make her more feline in appearance.



There was a stir near the cafeteria main doors accompanied by a sudden anticipatory quiet, and then Director Brentwood made his entrance. He was accompanied by a very sophisticated, elegant looking woman. She appeared to be about his age; in her early to middle forties, and she was dressed professionally in a woman’s business suit and fabulous, very expensive looking black heels. Her hair was the natural color of gray that some people gained early and which gave an air of wisdom and sophistication to the person, especially in conjunction with their otherwise still quite vital appearance.



Brentwood and the woman moved to a central point in the cafeteria and turned to each other, conferring quietly for a moment, and then Brentwood turned to address the gathering.



Tiffany and Violet were, luckily, or unluckily, sitting directly to the left of Brentwood, with noone between the Director and themselves.



Violet edged a little closer to Tif, leaning against her, as the more passive partner in a relationship is wont to do.



“Good morning girls,” Brentwood began.



“I have a few announcements to make. Most of you will like most of them,” he said.



He actually smiled with genuine warmth as he looked around the room.



There were various responses from around the cafeteria as some of the girls replied to Brentwood’s greeting.



Violet and Tiffany both chimed in, “Good morning Director Brentwood.”



Brentwood turned toward Violet and Tiffany and allowed his gaze to linger there for a moment, as if assessing something. He nodded to the pair and then looked back to the general gathering.



He began speaking.



“First, for those of you who do not yet know her, I would like to introduce Dr. Ahlgren. She does not step out in public often, but she knows every one of you better than you know yourselves. Dr. Ahlgren is our chief Psychologist here at Chalis, and she personally makes the final decisions on each applicant or pair of applicants regarding acceptance into our programs. Each of you is subject to periodic interviews with Dr. Ahlgren to assess your mental and emotional states. You will cooperate, and obey her directions as you would my own,” he stated.



Brentwood continued speaking.



“Next, as you know, our annual Masquerade event is nearing. This year’s theme is ‘Saints and Sinners’ and the main party will begin at Club Gothic. I will be posting a sign-up list in the Main Hall, here in your building, for all of you to access. The usual crop of CEOs, executives, and media stars, as well as a few foreign dignitaries will be attending. I expect to see one or two of your names filled in next to each person on the guest list by seven days from now. I have indicated the preferred number of girls by each name based on known client preferences. Don’t disappoint me. Work it out amongst yourselves. For the first two days, only the senior girls, those here for longer than five years, may sign up. After that time, the list is open to all. I am exercising my executive privelege of choosing who will accompany me personally to the Masquerade. This year, I will be attended by Violet, and… Tiffany,” he said.



There was a slight buzz among some of the girls but it ended quickly.



Brentwood made this choice even though he had originally given Violet the opportunity to decide which other girl would join them. He preferred real passion and desire between two girls when engaged in group sex with them. He felt that reality offered a far more enriching experience than when the girls were simply putting on an act. It was clear by the body language between the pair that they were lovers.



Violet looked first at Tiffany, and smiled, but then she glanced worriedly toward Victoria.



Victoria’s expression was very dark and brooding. She did not look at Violet, but rather leaned to whisper something in Chelsea’s ear.



Chelsea in turn looked at Violet and smirked wickedly, then shifted her attention back to Brentwood, who had begun speaking again.



“Not long after the Masquerade – the exact date is not yet set, we will be having our quarterly Ops weekend. I know that this event is popular with some of you as it is an opportunity to reacquaint briefly with your migration partner, if that is something you wish to do. Otherwise, our Ops boys build up a lot of excess sexual energy, with little outlet. We enforce a very strict training regimen. Those boys need some pussy now and again, and it’s up to you all to provide it,” he said.



Brentwood paused while some mostly warm and understanding laughter ensued among the girls.



Brentwood raised a hand and continued speaking.



“Finally, I want to remind you all of the constant evaluation and monitoring of performance we maintain on each of you, and that good performance and financial results will be recognized. We will also be shuffling room assignments somewhat in the near future. If some of you want joint rooms, and your performance warrants the reward, we will make that happen. That is all,” he finished.



Brentwood spoke softly to Dr. Ahlgren briefly and then both of them turned and made their way from the cafeteria.



Tiffany and Violet attempted to make a discreet quick exit by blending into the crowd of girls who were now leaving the cafeteria, but they were unsuccessful.



Violet felt a hand clasp upon her arm, and turned to see Chelsea restraining her.



Victoria passed by Tiffany and whispered in Tiffany’s ear, “I’m going to take her away from you, or ruin her, or both…”



Violet saw anger flare in Tif’s expression, though Violet had not heard what Victoria had whispered. Violet shook her head slightly, communicating to Tif that it was ok, to “let it go”. They both knew that this would happen, and that it was something that they would need to work hard to overcome.



Tiffany looked at Violet and the pair exchanged silent communication.



After a moment, Tif turned and joined in with the overall exodus from the cafeteria, leaving Violet once again in the clutches of Victoria and her crew.



“Let’s all go play in my room,” Victoria said wickedly. “Melissa, you’re not needed this time, but, Niobe, you are.”



Violet turned to see the black girl with cat’s eyes assessing her.



“I like to play,” Niobe replied.



Niobe’s voice was sultry, deeply feminine, and somehow affected such that she sounded like she was purring each word forth as she spoke it.



Violet felt an anticipatory rush of heat and moisture begin between her legs as the foursome made their way upstairs toward Victoria’s room, and hated herself for it, every step of the way.

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.”

I was thrilled to have Mistress Polly visit my class, especially since the topic was female reproductive system and sexuality. I had introduced her to the class as Polly – a visitor, observer, and friend. Believing that all was going well – that I was sharing my depth of knowledge on the subject with my class of four lovely females, I was surprised when my lecturing was suddenly interrupted.



“Molly,” my Mistress interjected – “your delivery is too fucking clinical! You are not feeling the subject at all!” I was startled by her language, and began to protest, but then she used the Voice on me. “Be Quiet!” She commanded. “Why use Powerpoint, and dull textbook images, when you have the real thing so handy? Remove your clothing! NOW!”



Almost of their own volition.. my hands flew to my blouse buttons, and started undoing them as my Mistress locked eyes with me – compelling me to obey, as I also kicked off my shoes. The students’ eyes widened as they saw it how quickly I complied. I heard gasps as I tossed my blouse away, revealing such a sexy bra, that I am certain my students never dreamed I would wear. There were murmurs as my hand went to my skirt zipper, and pulled it down, dropping my skirt, revealing the near wisp of nothing that covered my pussy. It certainly did not cover my mass of pubic hair – my bush protruded from both sides of it.



Amanda, the most remarkable of the four students, and the one that I had been secretly lusting after during this term, spoke to a classmate “Would you dare to call those panties?”



I paused in my underwear… scarcely believing what I just done. Mistress saw my hesitation , and grasped my hair at the back of my head and inquired “Did I tell you to stop?” Again, the Voice activated me.



My mouth dried to a cottony feel as I reached behind my back, unsnapped my bra, and let it tumble off my breasts. The classroom exploded in sotto voce conversations, the shocked student voices interacting. The noise intensified as they saw me grasp my panties, yank them down, and step free of them!



And as I realized I was completely naked, my face flushed red with embarassment. One of my arms threw itself across my chest, covering my areolae…. the other slapped over my cunt protectively.



Again my Mistress’ Voice rang out: “Uncover yourself at once. Do you want these young ladies to think the female body is something of which they should be ashamed?”



“No” I stammered in reply.



“No? Just no?”



“No, Mistress” I blurted out. As the class heard that word from my lips, they fell into stunned silence. Their eyes had gotten so big that as I glanced at them, I could imagine four owls had taken their place.



“Beauty stand, girl!” commanded my Mistress. Without thinking, I immediately straightened up and placed both hands at the back of my head, fully revealing my body to everyone in the room.



“Much better, my pet. You have a lovely body, and you should be proud to display it. Now, you were discussing female anatomy. Here we have two perfect examples of the female breast.” And saying this, she lifted my right tit in her hand as if presenting it to the class. My blush deepened, my breath quickened, as I felt her hand take possession of my breast. To add to my chagrin, my nipple immediately began to respond, starting its engorgement – stiffening under the close scrutiny of my students. “Now, my girl, explain about this portion of female anatomy, both with words and with physical action.”



Trying to regain my composure, I began explaining about the main structures of the breast – the nipple, the areola, the axillary tail, the internal alveoli and ducts, and the suspensory ligaments.



At this point, my Mistress spanked my naked ass with her open palm, saying “Not just words – I told you to add physical action.”



Ass smarting, face burning with shame, I went back over the explanation, this time grasping my nipple as I discussed it, tracing my fingers around my areola as I reached that part of the explanation, sweeping my hand over my breast tissue up into its axillary tail (leaving a trail of goosebumps behind my hand as I did so) to illustrate its location, and finally kneading my tender flesh as I described the internal structures.



“What do you think class?” my Mistress addressed them. “Was that a better explanation?”



Heads nodded very vigorously – their eyes still betraying disbelief at the way the situation was unfolding. “I think I should review with you”, my Mistress said with a twinkle in her eyes. “As I understand it, this structure is the nipple” – and saying this, she grasped mine very firmly in her fingers. “With arousal, it begins to engorge with blood” – saying this, she began rolling my nipple back and forth between her fingers. I tried, but failed, to hold back a moan as she did this.



“Besides being a source of erotic pleasure, due to its many sensitive nerve endings, the nipple also provides nourishment to offspring when they suckle it.” And then, to my amazement, she placed her lips to my nipple and began suckling. Even though she was doing this in public, I could not deny the pleasure that shot through my body at this moment. My moans became louder and my hands came up to gently cradling her face to my breast.



After a minute or two of stimulation, she removed her lips and began tracing my areola, which was all bumpy and crinkled due to my arousal. And she went on to repeat the rest of the lesson, kneading and squeezing my breast tissue very thoroughly as she did so. She even placed both hands to encircle the base of my tit, and squeezed and held the flesh firmly, allowing blood to enter my breast, but preventing it from leaving. This caused the entire breast to not only swell, but to begin to turn to a delicate shade of purple.



She explained to the class that sometimes the breasts were tied in this fashion during playful bondage to make them even more sensitive. Seeing how intently Amanda was staring at this demonstration, she called her forward to assist.



“Your name is Amanda?”



Amanda, a little awestruck, could only nod.



“All right Amanda – first run your fingertip lightly over the nipple on her other breast, the one I am not holding, and observe the reaction.”



Amanda did as she was told, obviously enjoying herself. With a big grin, she ran her fingertip back and forth over my normal nipple. I merely smiled, nervously.



“Now do the same to this highly engorged nipple.”



As Amanda ran her fingertip over this nipple, my body erupted in sensation, and I arched as I moaned loudly. “See the difference, class?” my Mistress inquired. All four heads nodded.



“Good – we can now proceed to the next part of the lesson – the genitals.” I felt my knees weaken. Surely my Mistress was not going to tear away the last shred of my dignity, I thought. On the other hand, I had never seen my students so focused on their learning.



“I think you should climb up on your desk, to give them a better view.” I looked at my Mistress with pleading eyes wanting to shake my head side to side, but not daring to. She merely extended a hand to me, assisting me on my awkward, naked scramble up onto my desk. I stood up there atop my desk, blinking, momentarily at a loss as to what to do.



Mistress, seeing this, placed her hands on her hips and said, “Show them your cunt, girl.” There were several sharp intakes of breath as the students heard the word ‘cunt’. Swallowing hard, I spread my thighs apart slightly, and reached between them to grasp my labia and open myself to view.



“No. I’m afraid that won’t work. You are up much too high. Sit down on the desktop, and spread your thighs wide apart.” Feeling very embarrassed, I obeyed, sitting down and then closing my eyes so I would not meet the eyes of my students as I placed each of my feet at a front desk corner, fully exposing my private area.



When I failed to do anything else, my Mistress commented, “Well slut – are you just going to sit there, or are you going to continue the lesson?”



I heard a whisper go through the class as they repeated the word ‘slut’ to each other in very quiet voices. Remembering my Mistress’ earlier command to add actions, I began touching various parts of my anatomy as I explained their name and function.



My hand slid over my mound and then down along my labia majora, gliding through the fuzzy curls there. Bracing myself with one hand behind me, I use the other to delicately part the labia majora, revealing the smooth, hairless inner lips. Of course by now these lips were glistening with my leaking juices. The earlier playing with my breasts had certainly turned on my waterworks.



I then parted the inner lips, spreading them as wide as possible, revealing not only the opening to my vagina, but also the tiny, sensitive urethral orifice just above it. And the pressure of my fingers spreading my labia apart even caused the hood which covers my clitoris to retract slightly, letting the head peek out.



I could swear I heard subtle ‘OOOs’ and ‘AHHs’ as I displayed my intimate region.



Mistress said, “It seems a little dark here, do you have a flashlight?”



“In my desk drawer Mistress,” I replied.



She retrieved it, turned it on, and focused it on my display. I felt like my pussy was now in a spotlight. She also had me tilt my hips back even farther so that the students could get a better look at my perineum, and even the pucker of my anus.



I thought perhaps the lesson was complete at this point, when my Mistress said, “Surely you are forgetting something.”



“What is that, Mistress?”



“Why – your cervix of course. They must see that.”



“But – but I have no speculum here.”



“That’s okay, I’m sure you can use your fingers.”



“My –” I paused – I swallowed – “my….. fingers?”



“Yes, my slut – one finger on each side and pull yourself wide open – do it.”



My face crimsoning, I slid each of my index fingers deep into my vaginal tunnel, and pulled sideways, trying to relax my muscles to let myself dilate, as my Mistress shone the light up into my cunt. The students gathered close staring up inside me.



“A little wider, my pet” my Mistress instructed. I pulled even more, and apparently succeeded in bringing my cervix into view.



“Awwwwww,” Amanda crowed – “how cute!” There were general murmurs of consent.



Relieved that my ordeal might be finally drawing to a close, I slipped my fingers back out of myself. But my breath caught when my Mistress said – “So that’s the anatomy – now, about the sexuality. Pet, you’ll have to lean back on your hands to keep giving them a good view, so I think I will have to do this part of the demonstration.”



With that, her hands began caressing me. She really enjoys running her fingers through the soft curls of my outer lips, so she spent a good deal of time doing that, explaining to the class the erotic pleasures that this can generate. And then she parted my outer lips again and began stroking along my moist inner lips, making my body shudder and tremble. She pointed out to the class how this stimulation draws even more blood to the area, making the labia swell, redden, and become extremely warm to the touch. Of course, she had each student touch me there, to confirm the temperature change.



My heart was thumping so hard and fast, I thought it might try to leap out of my chest. She then opened my inner lips, revealing my vestibule once again. Moistening her fingers in my copious fluids, she began carefully rubbing the tiny knob surrounding my urethral orifice, explaining how sensitive this area is to touch. Indeed, my pelvis started shaking as she rubbed me there. I was glad that my bladder was relatively empty, because such stimulation otherwise might have made me pee all over myself.



Continuing, she took more vaginal fluid and rubbed it across my perineum, demonstrating the sensitivity of this area. When her fingertip made contact with my anal ring, the muscles there reacted by involuntary cycles of clenching and unclenching – something that made all the students giggle. This made her realize something.



Turning to the class, she said, “I don’t want you to think that all of the eroticism of our bodies is concentrated in our tits and cunts. You there – what is your name?”



“Susan, Miss.” she answered.



“Good – Susan I want you to try sucking on Molly’s big toe. You can also try licking between her toes.” Susan looked a little shocked, but she raised my foot to her face, sniffed carefully (I am so glad my feet were clean) and then began sucking. Within moments, the sensations she was producing raced up my leg, and targeted my groin.



Closing my eyes, letting my head fall back, I opened my mouth with a loud moan towards the ceiling. I was not pretending – this really got to me.



“See?” my Mistress asked. “Almost any part of your body can be highly erogenous, if approached the right way. Of course, the labia, the vestibule – this general area is awash with sensory neurons, all begging to be touched. I will demonstrate.”



With that, she began stroking up and down my inner labia. Still full of shame to be on display before my students in this manner, I clamped my lips shut tightly. My Mistress, noticing this, reminded me: “You are the teacher here – it is your duty to let your students know what feels good as I demonstrate. Therefore, you had better articulate your pleasure, the louder the better.”



I don’t know if my face could have gotten any brighter red than it already was, but I think it tried. As her stroking continued, soft moans began to escape my lips. My Mistress went on to say, “I think students learn better when there is a kinesthetic aspect to the teaching. You other two girls – what are your names?



“Linda, Miss.”



“Judy, Miss.”



“Very well. Linda, you come to this side, and Judy, you go to that side. Now I want you two girls to take hold of both her inner and outer labia, and pull them to the side – out of my way.” Giggling nervously, the two slender hands reached between my thighs, and I felt their cold fingertips, which seemed to be gently shaking, grasp my tender flesh. I could not stop myself – I had to look down and watch as my students pulled me open in this manner. Once again, the cooler air of the classroom entered my vestibule.



But the coolness did not last long, because my Mistress now inserted one finger into my vagina. She described for the students the temperature, the wetness, and the textures of my vaginal passage as her finger cruised deeper and deeper. By turning her wrist, she made it clear exactly where her fingertip was at each description.



When she swiveled her wrist to make her finger press against the front wall of my tunnel, she described how the tissue felt softer and squishier here – my G spot. As she pressed and rubbed, to my great embarrassment, my pussy rewarded each press with a gentle spurt of fluid. Mistress asked if anyone wished to taste this fluid.



Judy and Linda both immediately shook their heads, but Amanda said “I do.”



Mistress smiled at her. “Go ahead, my dear, help yourself.”



And Amanda glided her finger through my fluid and then popped it into her mouth, sucking vigorously, her lips curling into a smile around her finger. All during this, my moans were increasing in frequency and volume.



“Hmmm, it looks as if my pet is getting close,” my Mistress stated as she slipped a second finger into my cunt, fucking me faster and harder now. “Perhaps it is time for you to demonstrate what orgasm looks like. Do you want to cum, my little slut?”



I moaned, “Yes Mistress – oh yes!”



“Beg for it, you nasty little slut!”



My need was now so great that at this moment I was beyond shame. I cried out loud, “Please Mistress! Please let me cum! Your cunt girl is begging you!”



At this open display of my submission, my Mistress smiled and said, “Amanda, stroke her clit.” As Amanda began to do so, my Mistress commanded me, “Now give us all a good cum, my little slut!”



And I did.



I arched my back, shook like a leaf, and released a gush of fluid from my cunt that spread over the surface of my desk, some dripping onto the floor. As I began my release, my Mistress pulled her fingers out of my cunt, to give all the students a good look at it, as it spewed.



I was still quivering with aftershocks when she commanded me to lick up my mess. Dazed, I obeyed, lapping up the fluids from my desk surface, and even the floor.



“I feel that every good teaching lesson requires a recap of what has been learned – I’m sure you all agree,” opined my Mistress. I quickly glanced around the room to see four smiling faces nodding their agreement. “Who wishes to volunteer for this assignment?” Amanda was very quick to raise her hand. “I thought it might be you,” chuckled my Mistress. “Very well – begin.”



To my astonishment, Amanda then shimmied out of her skirt. She went on to remove her panties as well, and proceeded to walk, bottomless, to the farthest point of the room. I could not help but admire the movements of her lush, naked buttocks as she walked away from us.



Turning, she faced me and said, “Get down on your hands and knees.”



Internally, I rebelled, standing firm with my fists clenched – after all, she was my student.



And then she used the Voice, as she had witnessed my Mistress use it. “I said – get down on your hands and knees, you worthless slut!” The tone struck me to my core, and my knees buckled, and I found myself down on all fours, looking across the room at her. She smiled, and said, “You are learning, pet. Now crawl slowly to me.”



As I started to shuffle forward, she cried out using the Voice, “No! No! I want your tits to scrape the floor as you crawl!” Blushing, I put my hands farther in front of me, lowering my shoulders, until I felt my breasts make contact with the floor.



Again I started to move forward. Again she interrupted me. “Shouldn’t you still be teaching us? After all, we are paying you to learn.”



Like some automaton, I began babbling about female hormonal cycles, the next topic. As I look back on this moment, it seems so surreal – me crawling naked through my classroom toward a half dressed student, scraping my tits on the floor, lecturing about hormones.



After an eternity, I reached her feet.



“Look up here now, you silly girl.”



As my face swiveled up, Amanda parted her thighs and ran her fingers delicately over her sex, stating, “These are my labia.” She parted her labia, and holding herself open, slowly peeled back her clitoral hood and said, “This is my clitoris. Stick out your tongue, I will use that as my pointer.”



Sinking once again into my submissive state, I did as I was told. Amanda then grasped the hair at the back of my head, and pulled my tongue to her clit, moving my head up and down and side to side to make my tongue flick against it.



Tilting her pelvis backwards, keeping herself spread wide, she then lowered my head slightly to make my tongue tap at her urethra. “This is my urethra, where my piss emerges.” And, to my surprise and horror, she began peeing onto my tongue and into my open mouth!



Seeing this, my Mistress laughed and applauded. The other three class members stood in shocked silence. Her piss had filled my mouth, it was beginning to spill over my chin. “Swallow, you slut! Don’t waste it!” My throat began to work reflexively, clearing my mouth. When the last drops finally emerged from her tiny opening, she lowered my face a bit further, and said, “And this is my vagina – stick your tongue out further.”



Beginning to moan with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. She pulled my head hard against her crotch, plunging my tongue deep inside her. “Now slut, work that tongue and those lips – eat my cunt. I want to feel the tip of your tongue lapping against my cervix – we all know where that is now.”

I knew I was in for a strange experience the moment my Mistress, Barbara, had me climb into the back of her pickup truck.



It was late afternoon on a pleasant day, and she had dressed me earlier in a rather pretty, frilly outfit. Now she commanded, “Lay down on your belly here, girl,” pointing to the rear bed of the truck. As I did so, she took hold of my right wrist and ankle and tied them together. Then she tied my left wrist to my left ankle, and both sets to each other. I was efficiently hogtied. She gave me a smiling look, and climbed into the driver’s seat.



As she started the engine, I thought to myself, “She can’t possibly be planning to drive me around in public like this.”



I underestimated her.



She pulled out onto the highway, and drove as if this were the most natural thing in the world — transporting a bound woman down the road. I tried to remain perfectly still. I hoped the other drivers would just assume I was an artificial figure, maybe some sort of decoration. At least the cool air rushing over my face helped to dispel the heat of the embarrassment that was causing me to flush.



After a while, my Mistress turned into a back alley, and stopped at the rear entrance to a large building. She honked the horn. To my amazement, at this signal the rear door opened and out walked a huge man. He walked up to the truck, and looked down at me.



I saw no evidence of surprise in his expression. He reached over the side of the truck, and easily hoisted me into his arms. I did not even hear him give a grunt of effort. I thought about protesting at this point, but it would have been useless. My Mistress was obviously delivering me. This was her plan.



The man carried me back through the door from which he had emerged. As we entered the building, my head was swiveling all around, trying to understand where I was. Finally I saw a few familiar things. This was the bondage club! I had never seen the rear entrance before.



Still holding me, the man stopped, apparently waiting for something. I took this opportunity to ask, as politely as I could, “What are you doing with me, sir?”



“You will learn. All in good time,” he answered tersely. That was the totality of his speech to me.



Ultimately, my Mistress joined us, having finished parking the truck. “The center room I think, Bill,” she instructed him.



Bill carried me down the hallway to the room she had designated. People that we passed looked at me rather curiously. Some of them were obviously submissives, judging from their clothing (or lack thereof) and their collars and cuffs. Others radiated the aura of assurance that I had come to associate with the Dominants. Some of these were friends, or at least acquaintances. Some were complete strangers. A few were people who, for one reason or another, had come to dislike me. There must have been some big event going on here at the club, for so many people to be assembled at the same time.



When we entered the center room, it was unoccupied at that moment, much to my relief. I thought briefly that I might finally be untied. But that thought quickly died as Bill and my Mistress proceeded to attach me to a complex series of ropes that ultimately were threaded through a pulley up at the center of the ceiling.



But before they applied the ropes, Bill held me firmly in his arms as my Mistress took a pair of scissors and proceeded to snip away my frilly outfit! Piece by piece parted in the jaws of the scissors. I could not help but gasp as my tits swung free, and moments later my pussy lost the cloth that had encased it! I looked down at the floor below me, and saw the scraps that formerly had covered these intimate parts of my body, piled on the rest of my former outfit.



Now naked, still hogtied, I was trussed into suspension. Bill and my Mistress were obviously experts at this, I could tell. When they finished, I was hanging with little discomfort other than that caused by my wrists being tied to my ankles. My weight was evenly distributed on the supporting ropes.



For one final touch, Mistress Barbara fetched a bent rod of metal, which she then attached to the insides of my knees, where it could act as a miniature spreader bar. From its shape and placement, I could tell it was designed to keep my knees far apart from each other, but not interfere with anyone that wished clear access to my pussy, or even my ass. I admit that latter thought made me swallow nervously. Of course, the ropes did not prevent access to my dangling breasts at all.



His job done for the moment, Bill left us. My Mistress came to stand in front of me, cupped my chin in her hand, and looked into my eyes as she explained what was going on.



“The club is having a series of contests this evening. In some of the contests, Masters and Mistresses are competing against their own submissives. In others, submissives are competing against one another. The winner of any given contest gets a prize — you. I have volunteered you as my gift to the club for this event.



“As a contest ends, the winner gets to enter this room, and spend a certain amount of time with you, doing whatever he or she wishes. Other people may lounge in the room, observing. But anyone who has not won a competition may not touch you. They may only watch. Of course, this may inspire some of them to compete harder in their own event, so they too can have access to you.”



“But Mistress, some of these people really don’t like me,” I protested softly.



“Then you had better hope that they do not win,” she said with a chuckle. She went over to a quiet corner and sat down, picking up a magazine. I was very grateful that she did not leave me alone.



From time to time, people entered the room. None of them were winners yet, it seemed. I guessed they wanted to have a good look at the prize, as I hung there in my humiliating position. Some sat and chatted with my Mistress. These may have been waiting for the first winner to arrive.



There were five people in the room when the door opened, and the first winner entered. To my dismay, she was a girl who for some reason had taken an instant dislike to me, and she had made it clear several times how angry she was with me. Perhaps because her Master often remarked how lovely I was whenever he saw me. I tried to tell the girl that I was doing nothing to encourage him, but she would not listen or accept my innocence.



She virtually skipped over to a table of implements, and selected a long slender cane, which she then swished violently through the air. My heart sank as she stalked over to me, brandishing it.



“I have you in my power for 5 minutes”, she crowed. “It is unfortunate that the way you are trussed prevents me from easily getting at your buttocks. This will have to do.”



Stating that, she then whipped the cane in an arc that terminated with it striking harshly across the soles of my feet! The pain shocked me to my core, halting my breathing for a moment. I was trying to draw breath to scream when the second blow fell. And a third. I finally managed to start screaming, aware that all the eyes in the room were watching intently. I never knew 5 minutes could be such an infinitely long time. Just before her time was up, she slashed the cane across each of my defenseless, dangling breasts!



Finished, she sashayed back to the table to return the cane to its place. Walking back to me, she took my chin in her hand looking into my tear stained eyes and asked, “How was that, honey?”



Through gritted teeth I managed to answer, “Some day you will be the prize, and I will be the winner, and my memory is excellent.” Upon hearing this, I believe her face blanched and her eyes widened in fear. It was a little difficult to tell, through my curtain of tears.



She left, and I hung quietly for a while, the pain gradually subsiding. People came and left. After several minutes, the next winner arrived: a naked male submissive, led in on a leash held by his Mistress.



She displayed him to the people currently in the room. She said, “My stud here did well. I congratulate him in your presence,” as she unleashed him.



He flushed pink, apparently in a blend of thrill and embarrassment at this public accolade. I heard him beg, “Mistress will you please remove my cock cage?” This drew my eyes to his groin, where I saw that his sexual equipment was indeed encased in what looked like clear plastic, with a tiny padlock.



Smiling, his Mistress drew a key from her cleavage, and unlocked and removed the cage. He immediately began rubbing and stroking his cock, now freed, moaning with pleasure. It was already semi-erect as he trotted over to me.



“That cage has confined me for three weeks. Three agonizing weeks! But I won the contest, and you are now mine!” he related with glee.



With that, he went to the crank that controlled the rope through the pulley and slowly lowered me until my pelvis was about the same distance from the floor as his. Locking the crank in position, he eagerly came back to where I dangled. His now fully erect penis bobbed in front of him as he moved. He went out of sight behind me.



I felt his hands grasp my hips as he stepped between my spread thighs. I knew what was coming, but I was unprepared for two things. First, the suddenness with which he rammed that grossly swollen cock into my relatively unlubricated cunt. Second, feeling his cock jerk and spasm a load of cum into me the moment it entered!



I heard him cry out: a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. Ecstasy, due to his ejaculation; but frustration, because it was almost too quick to enjoy. I shared his frustration, dripping with his cum, as the observers laughed at our discomfiture. I felt the pressure in my vagina slacken as his cock started to wilt.



I moaned aloud, having derived no pleasure from this sudden invasion. But then I heard him grunt, and felt him starting to pump his cock in and out of me. To my surprise, I felt it beginning to stiffen once again! Obviously, he was determined to make the most of both his cock being freed from its cage, and his remaining winner’s time.



My cunt was now well lubricated with his semen, and the sloshing sounds it made as he pumped in and out of me were clearly audible to the watching crowd, some of whom were regarding him with obvious admiration. His hard pounding was threatening to make me swing away from him, suspended as I was. He solved this problem by squeezing both of my buttocks with his large hands, sinking them deep into my flesh.



One of his thumbs was near the edge of my anal ring, stretching me slightly open. That, plus his fierce pounding, drove me quickly towards an orgasm. I don’t think he cared. I’m not even certain that he noticed when my body started to spasm, and my cunt rippled with my orgasm! He just kept pumping hard, trying for a second orgasm before his time was up.



Since I was riding the glorious aftershocks of my release, I felt generous. I started verbally encouraging him, saying things like: “Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Use that little fuck hole of mine!”



This had the desired effect. Just before his 5 minutes were over, he drove his cock deep into me, and let loose another dose of his warm cum, crying out this time in triumphant pleasure! I felt the muscles in the walls of my pussy reflexively milking him. The onlookers let loose with polite applause. He kissed my calf as his cock slipped out of me. As he walked back to his Mistress, I could feel his semen oozing from my slit.



One winner, a pretty, young submissive who was a complete stranger to me, decided that I should eat her pussy. She lowered me down, almost touching the floor, and laid down, placing her beautiful cunt right in my face. After I caught a whiff of her tantalizing, spicy aroma, I needed no further encouragement. I dove right in, wishing I had my hands free to open her better for my greedy mouth.



But I did the best I could. I sucked her labia one by one into my mouth, washing them with my tongue. She was quickly moaning, playing with her breasts and nipples as she watched me. Her labia were now cleaned and wet with my saliva. I tried to insert my tongue into her vagina, but I could only reach it with the tip of my tongue. I groaned in frustration, flicking my tongue tip at her entrance. She must have enjoyed this, because she tilted her hips this way and that, almost teasing me.



But soon her hands darted downward, tugging her labia wide open, and she scooted forward. Now she was rubbing her sex all over my face, her cries of pleasure intensifying. My tongue was now able to plunge deeply into her tunnel, where I could feel the walls seizing it, pulsating on it, attempting to pull it even deeper. Her scent grew stronger and stronger as her hand came to the back of my head, pressing my face harder into her cunt. Her swollen clit mashed against my nose, and she started bucking her hips. In effect, she was fucking my face. Her petals smeared her wetness over my cheeks. In those moments, my entire world consisted of her cunt!



With an amazing sound, she began to cum, spewing her fluids all over my face. Some went into my open mouth, but with her shaking and trembling more went on to my chin and neck, and as she tilted her hips backward I closed my eyes just in time as the spray splashed across them and up into my hair. With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed back onto the floor. I spent her remaining time trying to lick clean as much of her as I could reach.



As you can guess, it was rather a long evening for me. Some of the details blurred. But I recall another girl who had taken a dislike to me using her 5 minutes of reward time merely swinging me back and forth, and around and around. That may not sound too bad, but imagine being suspended in hogtie position, with the suspension rope twisted around and around and around until it is tightly wound up. Once it’s released, you spin around furiously like a top, while the person slaps various parts of your anatomy as they pass by to make you spin faster. Imagining this, you might get an inkling of my ordeal. Or try being swung back and forth in this position by someone who is using one of your tits as a handle!



Not all of the winners were submissives. A Master entered the room, pleased with himself at winning a contest. I was a little apprehensive, because his demeanor around the club usually frightened me. I quivered as he strutted up to me, seizing my chin with a rough grip, and forcing me to look him directly in his eyes. Perhaps it was my helplessness that made his eyes seemed to gleam with malevolent power.



He said, “So you are finally mine, if only for 5 minutes. That pretty little mouth of yours has always fascinated me. Now I will put it to its proper use!”



With that, he turned the crank, lowering my face to be level with his groin. He walked back to stand in front of me, and opened his tight-fitting black leather pants enough to free his cock and balls. His cock was already partially engorged with his anticipation, and from my perspective, his balls seemed larger than normal. I could not help but wonder how much cum they contained.



“Open your mouth wide, my little prize.” As I obeyed, he added, “I want to feel your lips on my cock, but not your teeth! Keep them well out of the way! I don’t know if you’ve ever been throat fucked before, but I advise you to breathe through your nose and get air whenever possible.”



I barely had time to register the words “throat fucked”, let alone comprehend their meaning, before my mouth was filled with the first thrust of the still enlarging cock. Grabbing the sides of my head, he rammed it all the way in, his pubic hair pressed against my nose and chin, as the tip of the cock entered the back of my throat!



I felt a strong urge to gag, which I fought to suppress. As he pulled back for his next thrust, I had the presence of mind to quickly suck air through my nose as he had suggested. The cock rammed home again, this time even deeper into my throat! I almost panicked, about to close my jaws reflexively, my teeth almost touching the shaft filling my mouth, when he withdrew briefly for the next thrust.



Finally, I got control of myself, settling into synchrony with his rhythm. A subtle change in the angle of my head aligned my mouth with my throat. I learned to relax muscles in my throat that I never knew I possessed before this. As they relaxed, the cock slipped in and out much more smoothly. Once my breathing rhythm got established, I could concentrate more on the sensations this deep fucking was producing.



I realized what a spectacle this must look like to the onlookers. Strangely, being used in this fashion in public — a helpless little fuck toy — was curiously arousing. But I wanted this throat ramming to end soon. So I tightened my lips around his cock, trying to make them feel like a virginal pussy being fucked for the first time.



I heard him groan loudly as I did this, so I knew this extra stimulation was working. After several more deep, vigorous thrusts, his cock began to throb in my mouth. I quickly took a deep breath. It was a good thing that I did. His grip on my head tightened, and he pressed his cock as deeply down my throat as he could, no longer thrusting, just trying to have as much of it inside of me as he could. Then he came! And came! Spurt after spurt filled my throat, which began swallowing as fast as it could, propelling his hot cum into my stomach! With a final convulsive shake of his body, he finished emptying himself into me, yanked his cock from my mouth, and without another word, did up his pants and walked out of the room. He did not even use his full 5 minutes. Talk about feeling used.



It was a long evening, being watched as various people fulfilled their fantasies, using my body as their plaything. It was reassuring to me, that anytime the interactions got very intense, my Mistress was at my side, watching carefully. At one point, as my Mistress checked on my welfare, I whispered to her how badly I needed to pee. To my dismay, she fetched a clear plastic cup and held it under my pee hole, spreading my cunt lips apart, so all present had a marvelous view as I pissed into the cup. I had to close my eyes, rather than look into their faces as they stared.



Occasionally I could be active with my mouth, but I was mostly passive, being fucked, tormented, or toyed with. I did have a couple of orgasms, but those were incidental. I was there for other people’s pleasure, not my own. I actually had no idea what the contests were. That action took place in other parts of the building.



I don’t know how I could have been so unlucky as to have the few people who did not like me win their contests. Perhaps the thought that they could do things to me inspired them to give their best performance. For instance, one man who apparently thought that I had snubbed him paid special attention to hurting my breasts. He fetched two clamps, the kind of clamps used to hold large groups of papers together, and attached them to the tips of my breasts. The clamps engulfed my nipples and most of my areolae, and I screamed loudly as the jaws closed on my flesh!



But he was not finished. He started hooking weights to the clamps, taking his time. He made no attempt to keep the weights evenly balanced, either, since my expression must have given away the fact that having one tit pulled harder than the other was more painful. Just before his 5 minutes were up, he added several clothespins to the soft flesh along the lower curves of my breasts.



As he started to walk away, my Mistress pointed out that he had to remove all the clamps that he had applied to me. I almost wished she hadn’t. He whisked all of them off quickly, and I almost fainted from the excruciating pain that flooded back into my breasts once they were freed! The louder I shrieked, the more he grinned, the bastard!

Of course Gretchen keeps me naked around the house these days. Now, you might think that this isn’t as embarrassing as being naked in public, however you probably don’t know how determined Gretchen is to humiliate me.



For starters, there’s a stark contrast between me and Gretchen. She goes around the house fully clothed, whereas I am constantly naked. I’m not even allowed to have any pubic hair. According to Gretchen’s rules, pubic hair is a form of clothing and if she finds any on me (even stubble) I’m punished for disobeying her rules.



Then there’s the way that she’s always having me answer the door. Seeing as how Gretchen is the only one who’s dressed, you’d think that she would get the door when somebody knocks, but Gretchen wants me to be humiliated, so she orders me to answer the door every time.



To make matters worse, she’s placed a number of orders with toys4lust.com. And every time the order arrives in the mail, I have to sign for it.



Gretchen had talked to the UPS delivery person who services our neighborhood and told her that a naked girl might answer the door at our house, but the first time I answered the door naked she just stared at me for about five minutes before she thought to hand me her signature capture pad and asked me to sign for the package.



However after five of six (or is it seven?) times, she’s no longer shocked to see me answering the door stark naked. Now she smiles, greets me name and has me sign for the package and if it’s one of those big, heavy packages, she helps me lift it and bring it inside the house. And she always tells me to “have a nice day” before she leaves.



It’s very humiliating exposing myself in front of a total stranger like that (and also risk being exposed to neighbors who might be driving by or walking down the sidewalk in front of my house), but it’s also very arousing. As scared as I am to answer the door stark naked, my nipples are swollen and erect and my pussy is wet every time. Indeed if it were okay with Gretchen and the UPS girl, I would gladly bring the UPS girl into the house and have her violate me again and again and again. She could use her fingers or her tongue or a wooden broom handle. I really wouldn’t care.



Unfortunately the UPS girl is too professional to ever lay her hands on me. A few times I’ve caught her staring at my shaved pussy, but she’s never touched me and I can’t touch her without Gretchen’s permission.



Mrs. Lassiter has also come over a few times, and I’ve had to answer the door naked to let her in. She used to blush and stammer when I answered the door like that, but she’s starting to get better too.



It seems inappropriate to me for me to be naked and sexually aroused in front of Mrs. Lassiter. She’s old enough to be my mother, but being naked and exposed and helpless in front of anybody seems to cause massive sexual arousal in my body. The fact that Mrs. Lassiter is almost forty years old doesn’t seem to make any difference to my traitorous body. My heart still beats faster and my clit gets hard and swollen and my nipples get so swollen that they ache whenever Mrs. Lassiter comes over and witnesses my naked humiliation. And the fact that she can see my wet, swollen pubic lips every time she comes over just makes me even more humiliated and more aroused.



Her visits are never sexual in any way. She mostly asks how Gretchen is treating me and about my relationship with her daughter. I think she’s worried that Dawn will become “corrupted” and start treating me like Gretchen treats me. Mrs. Lassiter is a big believer in human rights and would probably be upset if her only daughter sexually and physically abused one of her best friends.



Dawn herself doesn’t come over very often. Although she did one time come over with her digital camera to take photos of my naked body.



I’m not exactly certain what Dawn wants those photos for. Dawn has never claimed to be gay, but seriously why would she want photos of one of her friends in the nude if not to lust over them? Of course I was sexually aroused at being exposed to Dawn and her digital camera. A quick look at any of her photos should show that my outer labia were swollen and plump and my inner labia were exposed.



However more significant than any visits by Dawn or Dawn’s mother or the UPS girl are the visits we’ve gotten from Dana.



Dana has a way of making me feel more naked than most women. She really dresses to impress. Expensive and stylish clothing that would allow her to fit in at any of the fortune 500 companies; she looks sort of like an important executive or powerful government figure. At any rate, she exudes authority and self-confidence and perhaps a little bit of arrogance.



And the way she looked at my naked body made me feel like she was evaluating all of my flaws and assets and deciding how much she’d be willing to pay for me if my naked ass were sold at a slave auction. She made my pussy wet when she looked at me like that, but she also made me nervous.



After she dispensed with polite greetings with Gretchen and me, she set her handbag down on the coffee table and announced, “Gretchen I have a business proposition for your slave.”



I noticed that Dana didn’t speak to me directly. She apparently wanted to diminish my status by allowing Gretchen to make all of my decisions for me.



When Gretchen indicated that she was interested in Dana’s proposal, Dana went on to explain that a number of her friends had pooled their money and created a website called www.punishedbeauty.com. The website was brand new, but when it opened for business they planned on selling monthly memberships for thirty-three dollars each.



“So, what does this have to do with Diane?” Gretchen asked.



“We’d like to have her under contract to be one of our models,” was Dana’s reply. “We have a computer expert who set up and maintains our website, two photographers, a business manager to deal with all of the taxes and payroll and boring stuff, we even have some models that can play dominants, but we need models that can be submissive and deal with being punished on camera.”



“And you want my permission to use Diane?”



“Exactly, we’d love to have her. After witnessing what the two of you did at Diane’s birthday party, she seems ideally suited to out needs.”



Gretchen seemed to think about this for several seconds. Then she began to ask Dana questions.



Just off the top of my head I remember Gretchen asking how much money they would pay me for appearing at one of their photo shoots. Gretchen also wanted to know when these photo shoots would be scheduled. She wanted to know how time-consuming they would be. She also wanted to know if she could meet the dominant models. She wanted to know what sort of things they would do to me in these photo shoots and she wanted to know if there could be a contract written up that would guarantee what would NOT be done to me in these photo shoots.



Dana was organized and well prepared for every question that Gretchen had. And indeed I was getting somewhat enthused about the idea of becoming a model for Dana and her friends.



First of all the money they were paying was quite a bit. If they brought me in for three or four photo-shoots a month, I’d be making more money than I made working at the bank.



Secondly, I’d have an excuse to spend even more time exposing my naked body in front of clothed people. And I now seemed to have reached the stage where I was addicted to being naked and observed. I wanted to have the feeling of being abused and sexually exploited that came from being the one naked person in a room full of clothed people. And I couldn’t get any of that at my job at the bank.



“Diane, if this works out you could quit your job at the bank,” Gretchen said, seeming to read my thoughts.



I nodded my head numbly. I could hardly believe this was really happening. It sounded very much as if I would get paid for doing what I love to do!



“I’d like to take some photos,” Dana said as she pulled a small, digital camera from her handbag. “We have photos of all the models we have so far. And of course the investors would like to see what Diane looks like before they draw up a contract for her.”



“Go right ahead,” Gretchen said, giving Dana permission. Nobody asked me if it was okay, and in a way I found that exciting. My nude body was being used by Gretchen and given to Dana. My opinions about how my naked body was to be treated were totally irrelevant.



Dana looked at me with a predatory grin and licked her lips. “On your knees,” she commanded me.



And once I was kneeling on the carpet, she added more commands. “Spread your legs,” she said. Then she ordered me to place my hands behind the back of my neck and thrust my elbows back while thrusting my breasts forward. She also ordered me to straighten my spine and spread my legs even wider.



“That’s good. Hold that position,” she said and then proceeded to take dozens of pictures of my naked, exposed body from different camera angles and different camera settings.



It was a difficult position to hold for long periods of time, but Dana didn’t care about how physically difficult it was for me. She only cared about getting the idea shots for her camera.



“I love the way that this position causes her breasts to stick out,” Dana said, “but I’d like it if her nipples were more pronounced.”



“Oh, that’s easy,” said Gretchen, and then she proceeded to walk over to where I was kneeling and she grabbed each of my nipples and proceeded to pinch and yank and pull on them until I gasped and whimpered in pain. My arms twitched and shuddered and my elbows jerked forward. Then Gretchen ordered me not to break position.



“Sorry, Mistress,” I replied through gritted teeth, and forced my elbows back again, and thrust my tits out as much as I possibly could.



“Perfect,” Dana said as she observed my now swollen and erect nipples. “This will make her photos look even sexier.”



Eventually Dana had enough photos of me in what she called the “open kneeling” position and then she had me stand with my legs far apart but keep my hands behind the back of my neck and my elbows back with my breasts thrust out. This was simply called the “open” position, and it certainly kept every inch of my body open for examination, fondling or punishment. My breasts, ass, torso, pussy and even my inner thighs were exposed and vulnerable to anything that Dana or Gretchen decided to inflict upon me.



Next Dana had me stand with my legs far apart, my hands flat against the far wall of the living room, slightly above eye level and about shoulder width apart, I was leaning hard into the wall and my ass was sticking out pretty far, leaving my pussy and anus very exposed to anybody standing behind me.



Dana referred to this as this “frisk” position or “search” position.



Dana took quite a few photos of me in this position and Gretchen fondled my pussy to make certain that my pubes were as red and swollen and wet as possible for the photos as possible. I moaned as my pussy received much wanted attention, however Gretchen took her fingers away before my impending orgasm could be achieved.



Then I whimpered in frustration.



Gretchen and Dana both pretended not to notice and Dana discussed how my “darling” ass was my best feature and how “tiny” and “firm” it was and how much her business partners were going to love it. She also loved how “exposed” and “vulnerable” my shaved pussy looked. She also said that any model that worked for them “would have to have her pussy shaved just like Diane’s”.



Gretchen suggested another kneeling position and eventually Dana ordered me back on my knees, leaning forwards, with my wrists crossed, eyes lowered, struggling to put my wrists as far forward and raised up as possible, rather as if I were offering to have my wrists bound by my Mistress.



This position was hard to hold because of the tendency to topple, because of the difficulty in balancing as I was forced to lean forwards. I quickly developed a sheen of sweat on my torso as I struggled to hold position while Dana took her time taking her photographs.



Then to make things even more difficult, Dana said that I wasn’t allowed to rest my ass on my heels, so then I had to raise my ass up while keeping my arms raised up as well. By the time Dana finished photographing me in this position, my muscles ached and I was basically covered in sweat.



Dana called this the “offer yourself” position.



The next position was much easier. It required me to get on my hands and knees with my legs as far apart as possible. Dana pointed out how much this left my anus and my pussy exposed. She called this the “bad dog” position and took a lot of photos with me in this position; including quite of few close ups of my exposed pussy, anus and buttocks.



The next position was almost identical to the “bad dog” position, only this position required me to press my forehead into the ground. Dana called this position the “submissive bad dog”.



“Her ass would look sexier with a few red handprints,” Dana observed. “Gretchen, do you think you could…?” Dana inquired.



Within seconds Gretchen gave me about a dozen hard spanks on my left buttock and four on my right buttock. I gasped in pain and shock, but somehow managed not to break position.



“Perfect” Dana exclaimed with glee and took many more photos of my sore, punished ass.



I was then ordered to kiss Gretchen’s feet and Dana took a few photos of that. Dana then said her goodbyes. She shook hands with both Gretchen and I promised that she would be in touch. She was certain that her business partners would offer me a contract and that the first photo shoot was probably no more than a week or two away. I wondered what sort of things might happen to me at that photo shoot. I was excited about the future, but also scared.



Foolishly I voiced my curiosity about what might happen in the photo shoots. Gretchen got a devious smile on her face and then suggested that we help Dana come up with ideas.



“I’m sure they’ve got ideas of their own,” I said meekly, somewhat afraid of what Gretchen might come up with. If you saw the smile on her face you’d understand.



“Hey, I know,” Gretchen said, “let’s print out some of your ‘adventures of Roberta’ stories!”



Just so you know “the adventures of Roberta” were a series of short fiction stories I wrote when I was a teenager. They were erotic stories about a nice heterosexual girl named Roberta who was always getting abducted by sadistic lesbians, stripped naked, tied up, sexually molested, spanked, whipped and just generally abused. The stories were all highly improbable. Even when Roberta escaped one group of sadistic lesbians, she’d just get kidnapped by another group of lesbians a short time later. Even the police in these stories were lesbians who would handcuff poor Roberta and perform invasive body cavity searches on her and force her into lesbian sex. And more to the point Roberta suffered a lot. I wasn’t really certain I wanted to go through the same sort of brutal physical and sexual abuse that she did.



“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Mistress,” I said, hoping I could sway Gretchen’s opinion. “Roberta was a fictional character who could take a lot more punishment than a normal human being.”



“It’ll be fun!” Gretchen proclaimed loudly. “And you shouldn’t sell yourself short! Once you set your mind to it, I’m sure you can take lots of pain. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for.”



Reluctantly I followed my mistress into the bedroom and watched her sit down at my computer. With only the slightest bit of assistance from me, she found the files with the adventures of Roberta and she began to print up page after page after page, so that she could give them to Dana later.



I sighed. I knew nothing good was going to come of this.



* * * * * * * * * *



Of course I still had to go and work at my job at the bank until I got the modeling contract with www.punishedbeauty.com but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on financial transactions and bank policy and bank security when Gretchen was keeping me so sexually stimulated. All day long at work I wanted to rip off my clothes and expose my naked body to my boss and my co-workers and the customers and allow them to ogle and fondle and abuse my naked body.



Of course I couldn’t do that, and the minutes until I could go home and strip my clothes off seemed to tick by with agonizing slowness.



At any rate, there was one Friday when I came home from work and following Gretchen’s orders I stripped naked as soon as I came in the front door.



It wasn’t until I was totally naked and just stepping out of my tiny panties that I noticed I wasn’t alone.



“Hi there,” I heard a female voice say, I yelped in surprise and I looked up.



My sister Amy was sitting on the couch and standing nearby was my friend, Hailey. Of course, I gave Amy a key to the house last year so that she could come over and visit any time she wanted. I guess I was just in such a hurry to get inside and rip off my clothes that I didn’t notice her car parked outside.



“Hi,” I said sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed to have stripped naked in front of Hailey and my sister. I mean, they’ve seen me naked before, but somehow it’s a new and embarrassing experience every time somebody sees me naked. I don’t know why, but I never seem to develop a tolerance to it.



“There’s no need to blush,” I heard Amy say. “We already know the house rules. You had to take your clothes off.”



“Yeah,” Hailey added helpfully, “Gretchen said so.”



“Um, yeah,” I said haltingly, not realizing that I had been blushing before. “So, what brings you guys around?”



“We felt bad that we had gotten you clothes for your birthday,” Hailey said. “We felt that you got ripped off, what with the fact that you’re now going around naked most of the time. So, we got you some new birthday presents.”



Until Hailey said that I failed to notice the boxes with the brightly colored giftwrap on the coffee table. Upon setting my eyes on the gifts, I exclaimed, “That was so thoughtful!”



I walked over to the table and forgetting my embarrassment for a moment, picked up one of the boxes and shook it.



“Open it,” Hailey suggested, “it’s not like you have to wait at all for your twentieth birthday to roll around all over again.”



So I tore through the wrapping paper and found three books, all of the same size and shape.



And upon further examination, I found they were also by the same author; A.N. Roquelaure.



“The author’s real name is Ann Rice,” Hailey explained, “She just used a pseudonym when she was writing the erotic stuff.”



“Erotic?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.



“Ann Rice wrote three books that were centered on bondage, discipline and sexual slavery. A Princess named Beauty is claimed by a prince from a far off kingdom. He strips off her clothes and spanks her and humiliates her in public and gives her to other people so that they can get in on the fun too.”



“A prince,” I asked somewhat disappointed. “So, it’s hetero porn?”



“Parts of it,” Hailey responded, somewhat amused at my question. “However I talked to Karl at the bookstore and he assures me that Beauty is used and abused by a number of different women in the book. For starters the prince loans Beauty to his mother in the first book. And there’s also Lady Juliana and an innkeeper by the name of Mistress Lockley.”



“Mistress Lockley,” I said smiling. “Even her name sounds sexy.”



“Yeah, so you can just read the lesbian parts and skip over the parts of the story that have a penis.”



Hailey was smiling and I could see she put a lot of thought into this gift. Next thing I knew we were hugging and even though I was totally naked, it was more of a friendship hug than an erotic hug. We were just two friends exchanging gifts and I was happy that Hailey cared so much to make sure she got me something she was sure I would enjoy.

“Open mine next,” Amy urged, so I broke from the hug and ripped the wrapping paper off of Amy’s gift. This revealed a small white box, so I opened the box and inside found black leather wrist restraints and a short stainless steel chain with D-clips on either end.



“They’re black leather bondage cuffs with black neoprene padding,” Amy explained. “I was thinking those metal handcuffs you were wearing at your birthday party looked really uncomfortable and they looked like they were biting into your wrists and leaving red marks. So, I bought you these.”



I took the cuffs out of the box and experimentally attached the D-clips from either end of the chain to the metal rings in the cuffs. Then I shook one of the cuffs vigorously to see how sturdy it was.



“Well, it looks like it’ll work,” I said.



“You have doubts?” Amy asked.



“Well, I’m not sure,” I said. “I mean I don’t think I could rip these things off, but there’s no actual lock. I could probably undo the buckles or unclip the D-clip and get free.”



“While your hands are bound,” Amy asked. “Your fingers could never reach the D-clip!”



“But I could unbuckle the wrist cuff, couldn’t I? I mean there’s no lock!”



“Stick out your wrists, Sis,” Amy said as she picked up the wrist cuffs, “Let me show you something.”



So I obediently held my wrists out and allowed Amy to buckle the leather restraints onto my wrists.



“Now try to get free,” Amy encouraged me.



The first thing I tried to do was unbuckle the buckle on my left wrist, using my right hand, however the chain that joined the cuffs was very, very short and it prevented me from achieving the proper angle to unbuckle the heavy leather straps. My fingers were virtually useless.



Next I tried sitting down on the couch and unbuckling the buckles with my feet, but it turns out that my toes just aren’t very talented when it comes to fine detail work. I even tried to unbuckle the buckles with my teeth, but that didn’t seem to be working either.



“I think I’m trapped,” I said, finally admitting defeat.



And of course, Gretchen chose that exact moment to come home and walk through the front door.



“Well, well, well,” she said, “What’s going on here?”



Amy explained how she and Hailey felt bad about buying me clothes when I was going to be naked most of the time. She held up the “Sleeping Beauty” books that Hailey had bought me and prompted me to raise my wrists up, so that the leather wrist restraints would be well on display.



“What considerate gifts,” Gretchen said in a voice that was smooth as silk, “Diane I think you should leave the wrist restraints on for the rest of the evening. Anything else would be disrespectful to your sister.”



“But, my wrists are chained really close together,” I complained. “I can barely do anything with my hands at all now.”



Gretchen gave me a stern look and then in a voice that sounded artificially sweet she asked, “You don’t want to be a bad host, do you? And I’m sure you can do plenty with those wrist restraints on. For instance, I’m sure you can take your clothes down to the laundry room with those on.”



I took the hint and walked over to the front door and picked up my discarded clothes. It was awkward, but I was certainly capable of picking them up with my wrists bound.



Going up and down the stairs took longer with my hands bound. Most people don’t realize how important a role arms can play in balance. If you don’t believe me, just try handcuffing your hands behind your back and try walking up and down stairs. You’ll see what I’m talking about.



At any rate, by the time I returned upstairs, Amy, Hailey and Gretchen were reading though the A. N. Roquelaure books about that poor naked slave girl.



“I must say,” Gretchen began as she saw me returning to the room, “This book is certainly giving me ideas.”



“Is it?” I asked, rather hoping that none of them would get tried out on me.



“Here on pages 36, 37 and 38,” Gretchen elaborated, “After a series of brutal spankings a servant girl rubs some sort of soothing ointment into Beauty’s very sore bottom. It’s surprisingly very erotic. You should read it.”



Gretchen handed me the book, although it was difficult to hold it open and turn the pages with my hands bound the way they were. However I managed to read the pages anyway and Gretchen was right. It was surprisingly erotic. This A.N. Roquelaure certainly knew how to write! She took an act that many authors would have made clinical and turned it into something almost dripping with sexual tension and Sapphic overtones.



“You’re right, Mistress,” I conceded, “It’s surprisingly very erotic.”



Then Gretchen smiled and said, “We should try this right now! It’ll be fun!”



I squirmed nervously and dreaded where this was going. “Can we skip the brutal spanking part?” I asked.



“Oh no,” Gretchen responded. “We have to have a series of brutal spankings first. Otherwise the whole thing loses its emotional punch!”



“But, Mistress,” I protested, “I haven’t done anything wrong! I don’t deserve a spanking!”



“The girl in the book didn’t deserve a spanking either,” Gretchen explained. “She was just spanked as a form of entertainment for the crowd of common folk. And anyway if you’re really my slave, that means I can spank you whenever I want. You don’t actually NEED to misbehave in order for me to punish you.”



Having said that, Gretchen set the book down and stood up and kissed me on the mouth. And then she whispered in my ear, “Don’t mess this up for me. What I’ve got planned for tonight is very erotic. Play along and I promise you’ll have a powerful orgasm before the evening is over.”



It’d been about three weeks since the last time I’d had an orgasm and there was a chronic feeling of need between my legs. “Oh God, yes”, I whispered back, without even bothering to think what else might lie ahead for me.



Gretchen held my naked body close to her clothed one; my aching nipples feeling the friction as they rubbed up against Gretchen’s jacket; and then she turned to Amy and asked, “Amy would you do the honors this time and spank your sister?”



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was one thing for Amy to be a witness at one of my painful and humiliating punishments, but for Amy to actually *inflict* the punishment upon me?



On the other hand, if I went through with it, Gretchen had promised me a tremendous reward afterwards. My nipples, labia and clit are all swollen with sexual need and I would do almost anything for some sexual release. I decided to go along with it.



“Me?” Amy asked. “I’ve never spanked anybody in my entire life. My mom was always the one dealing out spankings in our house. I’d feel totally awkward and totally out of character. And at any rate, I’m two years younger than she is! Aren’t authority figures supposed to older than the people that they’re punishing?”



“I think I see what the problem is here,” said Gretchen. “You don’t feel like you have the right to be meting out punishments. You feel like only authority figures such as your mother should be meting out punishments. But what if your mother had ordered you to spank your sister? Would you have spanked her then?”



Amy considered the question for a few seconds and finally responded, “Well, if my mom ordered me to spank Diane, then sure, I guess I’d have to spank her.”



“Well, Amy,” Gretchen replied, “As Diane’s mistress, I am also an authority figure. And I am ordering you to take your sister across your lap and spank her very hard.”



Amy continued to hesitate and then Gretchen added, “If you don’t spank your sister I’m going to get out the riding crop and use THAT to punish your sister. And believe me, Amy, a riding crop hurts much worse than your bare hand.”



“Diane, is that true?” Amy asked, apparently a total amateur when it came to spanking implements.



“It’s true,” I responded. “A spanking with a riding crop hurts much worse than a bare hand spanking.”



“And Gretchen would really use one on you?”



I nodded in agreement. I’d been punished with worse things. And once Gretchen made a threat there was no way she’d back down.



“Okay, you better get over my lap then,” Amy said. Amy was sitting on the ottoman, so I basically just placed my hands flat on the floor and my ass across her lap. My legs dangled off the other side and my feet were just barely touching the floor as well.



I was waiting for the first painful swat to come down on my unprotected bottom when I heard Gretchen say, “No, that doesn’t look right at all.”



I was curious as to what Gretchen was objecting to, however Amy and Hailey asked first.



“It’s her legs,” Gretchen responded. “She’s got her legs closed together. A slave girl should always make certain that her pussy is exposed and available.”



Then Gretchen slapped my left buttock hard and I yelped in surprise. “Legs apart,” she barked.



I spread my ankles apart about six inches and then she smacked my ass again. “Further than that,” she ordered. “Everybody in the room should have a clear view of your pussy and your anus!”



This time I spread my ankles at least three feet and then I felt Gretchen gently touch the insides of my thighs. “That’s better,” she said. “A slave should always give her betters easy access to this whole area.” Then she gently slid her finger up my swollen pubic lips and across my exposed anus. I shivered as her touch made pre-orgasmic tingles start to spread though my body. If she had done that three or four more times I’m certain I would have had an orgasm.



I whimpered when she took her finger away and then I heard Amy ask, “How many swats?”



“Hard to say,” was Gretchen’s response. “Let me see how hard you can hit and I’ll decide how many times you should hit her.”



There was an instant of anticipation and then I felt Amy’s hand come down on my right buttock. “If that’s the hardest you can hit, I might as well take over. I’ll go get the riding crop.”



I could hear muffled footsteps as Gretchen walked across the carpeted floor and then suddenly Amy’s panicked voice saying, “I can hit harder than that! Look!”



Then suddenly there was a loud CRACK and a painful stinging sensation as my sister smacked my naked ass with great force. I couldn’t help but whimper in pain and I think my legs trembled. Apparently my sister could hit pretty hard.



“That’s not bad,” Gretchen agreed. “Do you think that you could hit her like that twenty more times?”



“Yes, ma’am,” Amy replied.



“Well then, Gretchen said. “Do it and I won’t have to take the riding crop to your sister’s ass.”



Without hesitation Amy’s hand came down on my naked buttocks again and again and again. I’m certain Gretchen was happy with her performance. If anything her slaps were getting harder and harder. Soon my eyes welled up with tears and I was whimpering and gasping with every blow. I squirmed and kicked helplessly and hot wet tears lid down my face.



And when my ass was very, very sore and I was sobbing uncontrollably, Gretchen told Amy she could stop.



Amy apologized over and over again for hurting me and begged me to forgive her. I could barely hear her over the sound of my own sobbing, but I told her that of course I forgave her. She was my sister, and after all she saved me from an even worse punishment.



“That was very good, Amy,” I heard Gretchen say. “Although your sister was rather shameless in the way she kicked her long legs around instead of holding position. I told her to keep her legs far apart, not to squirm and kick her legs about shamelessly.”



I sobbed louder at this announcement and Gretchen said, “You get six more, Slave.”



I braced myself and locked my legs into place, not wanting to break position again and risk having an even greater punishment. “Yes, Mistress,” I sobbed, my lower lips trembling uncontrollably. Amy then laid her hand softly yet firmly across my back and Gretchen took off her leather belt. I had a quick glimpse of the belt in Gretchen’s hands and then I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the first blow.



The belt came down hard across both of my buttocks at the same time and it was an explosion of stinging pain even worse than my sister’s hand. Of course my buttocks were already sore and burning from the punishment Amy gave me, so almost anything would have hurt at this point.



The second blow came across the back and insides of my left thigh. Amy hadn’t spanked that area, but the flesh there is quite simply more sensitive and delicate than the flesh of my buttocks. I screamed in pain and shock.



The third blow once again came across both of my buttocks, adding sharp, stinging, hot pain to the hot, throbbing pain that Amy had already inflicted there.



The fourth blow came across the back of my right thigh, right at the crease where my ass meets the thigh. It stung horribly and I almost broke position. It was only by sheer willpower that I managed not to squirm and buck and kick, however I screamed and sobbed in pain.



The fifth blow lashed across the back of my left thigh and hit my left buttock as well. I continued to sob and cry out, and squeezed my eyes shut tight. The pain was getting worse and worse. It was starting to feel less like a spanking and more like a whipping.



The sixth blow also lashed me across my left thigh, but it curled around the inside of my thigh and missed the tender folds of my pussy by less than a tenth of an inch.



I screamed incoherently, but managed somehow not to break position.



“You did well,” I heard Gretchen say. “Now your sister can give you some comfort.”



I could barely hear anything that was said after that as the sound of my own sobbing filled my ears, but eventually I became aware that Gretchen had given some sort of ointment to Amy and told her to smooth it into my skin.



“Aahhh” I exclaimed. “Ow! Oh, God,”



“I’m sorry,” Amy said as her fingers touched the raw, punished naked flesh of my buttocks. “I’m trying to be gentle.”



“I know, Amy,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m just really, really sore.”



“Should I stop?” Amy asked.



Before I had a chance to answer, I heard Gretchen reply, “Just keep on going, Amy. She’ll adjust. Just give her time.”



And so my sister rubbed gobs of this ointment onto my naked buttocks and thighs. At first her fingers gliding across my punished flesh just hurt, but eventually her touch began to feel cool and soothing against my punished flesh and then finally when she rubbed the ointment into my inner thighs, near my pussy I began to moan in sexual longing.



“Did the belt get you here?” Amy asked as she slid her finger gently across my swollen pubic lips.



“N-no,” I replied, my lower lips trembling as a wave of sexual tingles ran through me. “I-it came close, but just barely managed to miss my pussy.”



I whimpered as she took her hands away from my pussy and continued to stroke my buttocks and my upper thighs. No girl should have such sexual thoughts about their own sister, but I would have done almost anything if she would have just stuck her fingers deep into my pussy and brought me to a screaming orgasm.



Even though she took her hands away from my pussy, I was still highly aroused and eventually my sobbing and whimpering turned to moaning.



And then without any orders from Gretchen, Amy’s fingers returned to my pussy. At first it seemed accidental as she was smoothing ointment into my inner thigh and her hand lightly brushed my pussy.



I twitched at this and gasped. Another wave of sexual tingles ran through my body and then I felt Amy’s fingers gently take hold of my public lips and spread them open slightly.



When I didn’t protest, Amy must have taken that as a single that it was acceptable behavior and she opened me up even wider.



“Oh,” I exclaimed loudly and felt the beginnings of a wave that would soon lead to a powerful orgasm.



And then with a few deft movements of her very talented fingers, Amy found my clitoris. It was already swollen and hard and poking out of its hood. My breath came in ragged pants as Amy squeezed it and rubbed it and yet somehow managed to keep my pussy lips spread apart.



“Oh god,” I loudly exclaimed and then started making loud inarticulate noises as my sisters fingers worked magic and brought me not to just one orgasm; but to one powerful orgasm after another. I squirmed and kicked and wriggled and screamed and gasped and made an absolute spectacle of myself as one orgasm after another ripped through me and took total control over my body. I shook and shuddered and trembled and enjoyed one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.



I think I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on the carpet near Amy’s feet. I was no longer wearing my wrist restraints and Hailey and Gretchen were both on their knees, looming over me with expressions of concern on their face.



“Are you okay?” Hailey asked.



“I’m fine,” I said, feeling incredible. The afterglow from my orgasm was still filling me with tons of endorphins. I couldn’t have felt better if I tried.



“You were totally unconscious,” Hailey said. “We were going to call 911 or something. I thought maybe you had a stroke or something.”



I shook my head as if to reject that idea. “This has happened to me once before,” I explained. “If an orgasm is too powerful it can cause me to pass out. It’s sort of like…too much pain can cause people’s nervous system to overload. Well, apparently too much pleasure can cause your nervous system to overload too. The human brain just wasn’t designed to handle that much orgasmic pleasure all at once.”



“What?” Hailey asked, sounding incredulous. “That’s a real thing?”



“Yep,” I said smiling up at my best friend. “It happened to me once before, in Sessia. A doctor there explained the whole thing to me. It’s kinda cool actually.”



“Can you stand up?” Gretchen asked.



I wasn’t sure, but Amy took my hand and helped me up. My legs were shaky, but I was able to stand with some difficulty.



Amy hugged me close and I felt the hard denim of her jeans against my soft skin. And then I felt something else. The front of Amy’s jeans were soaking wet.



I eventually learned that when I came I gushed fluids and I got Amy’s lap soaking wet.



“How’s your bottom?” Hailey asked. “The color’s fading, but it’s still red.”



“It’s sore,” I commented. “But now it’s a good kind of sore. I know that probably doesn’t make sense, but at a certain point pain can become erotic…at least it can for somebody like me.”



Without warning Amy kissed me on the lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. She prolonged the kiss for a long, long time and when we finally broke I was gasping for air.



“Well, Diane,” Gretchen said with a smirk on her face, “I guess you and your sister have become even closer today.”



There were a few moments of nervous laughter and then Gretchen ordered me to my knees and told me to go down on my sister.



“Mistress,” I said, convinced that Gretchen hadn’t thought this through, “I don’t think that Amy would be okay with that. I mean….fingering me to orgasm is one thing, but do you really think that she’d take her pants off in front of you and Hailey just so I could lick her pussy?”



I swear, at the time I was certain there was no way Amy would participate in something so kinky with Hailey and Gretchen watching, but a heartbeat later Amy unbuckled her belt, unzipped her jeans and slid her jeans down to her ankles.



And then I had just enough time to register the fact that her panties were wet before Amy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as well.



“You were saying?” Gretchen asked, with mirth in her voice and a smirk on her face.



And then I noticed that Amy’s pussy was just as bare and clean-shaven as mine.



It was one of the most beautify things I’d even seen in my life. I mean…I know I’m talking about my little sister, but her pussy was so bare and pink and her labia were so puffy and swollen and just begging to be touched.

(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!”

Chloe cursed as she hit yet another red light. For a brief moment, she thought about speeding through it, but the cop she spotted in the left lane put an end to that idea. Getting a ticket and being late would only make things worse. Trying to ease her anxious nerves, she took several deep breaths. It worked, but only until the light turned green again.



She managed to not get stopped by the next three lights. The cop had turned off onto another street, and she sped up. She might be able to make it on time if she didn’t hit any more red lights.



As she turned onto the street, she let out a sight of relief. She had made it. She grinned as she eyed the clock in her dashboard, and with two minutes to spare. Quickly, she keyed in the code for the gate and when she had enough room, sped past it and up the driveway.



She slammed her car door a little too hard as she exited, adjusting her dress and she walked up the path. The pale blue dress fit her like a second skin, and it had a tendency to ride up on her. Her heels made it difficult to move very quickly, but she hurried up the front steps and rang the bell.



Her arms straight at her sides, she stared down at her feet, trying to ease her erratic breathing. Her French-tipped toes were visible in her peep-toed pumps. There was something about having her nails done that made her feel confident, sophisticated, and sexy. She tried to remember her confidence as she heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. As it opened she took a deep breath and held it.



“You’re late,” a voice said softly.



Chloe went to her knees. “Please, forgive me, Mistress. I did not leave early enough.”



Light fingers touched her under her chin, and she looked up to meet the blazing green eyes of her Mistress. She swallowed hard at the displeasure she saw there. This was the second time she had been late; she was going to be punished.



As if reading her thoughts, her Mistress smiled. “Come, Chloe,” she held out her hand. “I’ve missed you this week.”



Glad to be reunited with her Mistress, despite her inevitable punishment, Chloe felt herself dampen. She took her Mistress’ hand and rose to her feet. Her heels clacked loudly on the hardwood floor as she followed her through the house to their playroom.



Once inside, Mistress Anne shut the door loudly. “This is the second time you’ve been late, Chloe. You will be punished this time.”



“But mistress Anne,” Chloe interjected, unable to help herself, “I was only a minute late!”



Like lightening, Anne’s palm cracked across her ass. Chloe let out a startled gasp, which earned her another spank. She was bare beneath her dress, Mistress’ orders, and the thin material absorbed nothing. There was slight tinged warmth on either cheek of her ass. Already, she craved more. This week apart had been pure torture; worse than any punishment her Mistress could inflict upon her.



“You were late. The time by which does not matter.”



With a yank, Anne pulled Chloe to her and took a breast in each hand. She squeezed roughly, and both women moaned. Chloe’s breasts were incredibly sensitive.



“Get undressed,” Anne hissed in her ear.



Quickly, Chloe pulled off her dress and stepped out of her heels. Eyes cast downward, she waited for Anne’s next command.



Anne took her hand and led her to the corner of the room. Knowing what her Mistress wanted, Chloe held her arms in front of her.



“Good girl,” Anne whispered encouragingly as she bound her wrists together.



After tugging on the bindings to ensure they were secure, Anne kicked Chloe’s feet apart and knelt in front of her. Attaching a cuff to each ankle, she extended the bar to its full length of three feet. Chloe’s pussy glistened wetly in front of her face and she gave it a quick smack with her fingers.



Chloe’s body jolted, but Anne could tell she enjoyed it. If this weren’t a punishment, she would smack Chloe’s pussy until she came. Later, if her sub behaved herself, she would, but right now the girl needed to be punished.



Grabbing Chloe’s hands she raised them and secured them to the bar that hung overhead. With her previous subs, she hadn’t been able to do this, but Chloe’s gymnast training made it possible. It drove her mad to be suspended from the ceiling.



Pulling the remote out of her back pocket, she pressed a button and Chloe’s body began to rise. Once she was dangling in the air unable to touch the ground, Anne quickly shed her clothes and grabbed her favorite crop from the shelf on the wall. She could smell her own pussy juices; she was drenched from the anticipation of what was about to happen.



She and Chloe had been together for six months. They’d met at a D/s mixer at the BDSM club in town. Anne had seen the coffee-colored tresses swishing softly along the small of Chloe’s back and she’d known instantly that she was going to be her new sub. She hadn’t had a steady submissive in more than two years, but one look at Chloe and she knew.



“You know how I feel about being punctual,” she said softly, lightly tapping the crop on her naked thigh as she circled Chloe. “And you argued with me, both have earned you a punishment. You’ll be getting twenty marks with the crop.”



Chloe moaned and her eyes flashed with hunger.



“You will count down from twenty and that is the only sound I want to hear from you. Each extra sound earns you two more blows. Do you understand?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Good girl,” Anne praised just before she landed the crop on Chloe’s ass. The mark immediately turned a pale pink. There was nothing better than seeing her sub glow from a fresh punishment.



“Twenty,” Chloe ground out, fighting the urge to moan.



Methodically, Anne worked Chloe over. Her girl didn’t slip once, and she knew it was hard fro her. Teasing her further, she landed the last two blows directly on Chloe’s exposed clit.



“Zero,” Chloe cried out, her voice laced with passion. Anne saw the need burning in her eyes, recognizing the mirrored image of her own need.



Anne lowered her gently to the floor and caught her before she crumbled. She gripped a breast tightly in one hand, tweaking Chloe’s engorged nipple hard, just the way she knew her sub liked it. Reaching between her legs she found Chloe soaked. She pinched her clit hard between her fingernails, drawing a gasp from Chloe’s parted lips.



“Oh please, Mistress,” Chloe groaned. She was so close to cumming.



“Please, what?” Anne demanded, doubling her efforts.



“Please let me cum. Please, Mistress, please.” Tears of frustration leaked from Chloe’s brown eyes.



Roughly, Anne shoved two fingers up Chloe’s dripping pussy. “Cum, my little slut. Cum now.”



Chloe came, screaming. Anne tightened her grip on her as Chloe threatened to bring them both to the floor. Slowly, Anne lowered them both to the hardwood. She continued to finger-fuck her until Chloe was moaning loudly, her cum drenching Anne’s fingers.



“No, no, no,” Chloe groaned, her hips wildly thrusting.



“Now, Chloe. Cum now,” she ordered, adding a third finger, shoving them in and out harder, wanting to make Chloe scream again. Leaning forward, she took one of Chloe’s nipples in her mouth, biting hard. Chloe’s scream was deafening as she came again.



A little while later, Anne pulled Chloe to her feet and led her to the bed. Chloe sprawled across the massive silk-covered mattress and sighed with contentment. Anne let the other woman snuggle into her, Chloe’s tongue idly flicking across one of her nipples



“Thank you for forgiving me, Mistress,” Chloe murmured between licks.



“I’ll always forgive you, baby girl,” Anne pushed tenderly on Chloe’s head.



Her sub took the hint and took Anne’s nipple into her mouth and sucked eagerly, nipping with her teeth. She moaned. Chloe always responded so readily to her commands. She loved this girl. She tugged on her hair and dragged Chloe’s mouth up to hers. Their lips in a wet, sloppy kiss.



Before she lost herself, Anne pushed Chloe away. “Lie on your stomach,” she ordered.



Sliding off the bed, Anne rose and went to the closet. Inside held all of their toys. The day after they had first hooked up, she had taken all of Chloe’s toys and put them in the playroom. Pulling open one of the drawers, she removed one of the larger butt plugs, the mouth harness, the biggest dildo, and the lube. Chloe had gotten off, and now it was her turn.



Chloe smiled as she noticed the toys in Anne’s arms. She loved fucking her mistress. Anne tasted to good; she was addicted to her taste.



“I’ve had to get myself off all week. You owe me.”



Chloe nodded and held her ass cheeks apart. Anne loved to stuff her ass while Chloe fucked her Mistress. She flinched as she felt the cool lube drizzle over her rosebud.



A finger slipped into her ass, and then another. Anne fucked her ruthlessly with her fingers, and yanked them out quickly, leaving her feeling empty. The tip of plug quickly replaced Anne’s fingers, filling the void again. She loved having her ass fucked. She always squirted when she had her ass fucked. It drove Anne mad when she lost control that way.



Anne pushed, slipping the plug past the tight ring of Chloe’s sphincter. She hadn’t used a plug this big on her before, but she had plans for her sub’s ass tonight. With a twist, she slid it all the way in. Chloe let out a moan.



“On your knees.”



Chloe rose to her knees, her back arched, just the way Anne liked her to be. She tightened her muscles around the plug, intent on keeping all that length deep in her ass. She felt a west gush from her pussy and bit her lip to silence another moan.



Carefully, Anne hooked the dildo onto the harness and slid the band around Chloe’s head, cinching it tightly. Her sweet sub looked strange with a big, jet-black dildo protruding from where her mouth should be, but her chocolate eyes said she was ready and eager to please her Mistress. Anne felt a rush of moisture between her thighs, and she licked her lips, aching to get fucked.



Anne sat on top of the headboard, her thighs spread wide, her bare pussy open and sopping wet. Reaching forward, she grabbed Chloe’s hair and yanked her across the slick sheets. The dildo head brushed her pussy, sending tingles down her spine.



“You’re going to fuck me good. Fast and hard, no stopping.”



Chloe nodded and angled her head so that the large dildo slid between her pussy lips and deep into her juicy cunt. Obediently, she started fucking her hard and fast, but not nearly hard enough. Anne tightened her grip of Chloe’s head, pulling her hair tightly. “I said hard, bitch.”



Chloe began to move faster, driving the dildo deeper into Anne’s cunt. Anne moaned loudly as Chloe hit her g-spot. She could hear her own pussy squishing with each thrust. She was going to squirt this time, she could feel it, and Chloe was going to swallow every bit of it. Chloe began to lose speed again, and this time she didn’t allow it to happen. She pulled Chloe’s face into her pussy until she felt the base of the harness. The dildo was eight inches long and five inches around. It was her favorite one to get fucked with.



Roughly, she pulled back on Chloe’s head and then jerked her forward again. After the fourth hard thrust she finally came, her juices soaking the dildo.



She unhooked the strap and pulled the dong from her cunt with a squishing pop. “Open,” she barked before she shoved the ebony dong into Chloe’s mouth. The woman gagged, but swallowed the pussy-coated dildo like she’d been taught.



“Suck it clean.” Anne ordered as she fucked Chloe’s mouth.



Chloe’s lips and tongue lapped at the dildo with gusto. Anne’s cum was all over it and she moaned at the taste. Anne jerked the appendage out of her mouth and before she could breathe she found herself buried in her Mistress’ pussy.



“Lick it,” she ordered.



Chloe stuck her tongue as far up Anne’s snatch as she could. Furiously she tongue-fucked her, biting at her clit and eating all her juices. Anne slid forward and Chloe immediately went for her ass. She loved to eat her Mistress’ asshole.



“Does it taste good, pet?”



Chloe nodded, her mouth never leaving Anne’s back door. She tightened her tongue and pushed it as high as she could into Anne’s asshole.



“Get ready, slut. I’m going to gush on your face.”



Chloe pulled back and opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out. She could still touch Anne’s twat, but now she was waiting to catch every drop she could. Anne’s fingers went to her clit and flicked furiously.



“Here it comes,” she moaned as she started to cum. She squirted all over Chloe’s face, covering the girl. Chloe licked her lips, wanting to taste it all.



Exhausted, Anne slid down from her perch and curled into Chloe. Her girl had pleased her so much; she deserved a treat.



“Is that plug still in your ass, baby?” Anne asked a short time later.



“Yes, Mistress,” Chloe answered.



“Take it out.”



“Mistress, no, please. Don’t make me,” Chloe begged.



“Chloe,” Anne said warningly. “Take it out. Now.”



Chloe whimpered, but reluctantly pulled the plug out of her asshole. Cool air rushed in, and her skin broke out in goosebumps.



“I thought of a fun game for us to play while you were away, baby.” Anne said, running her fingers through Chloe’s hair.



“Really? I love your games.”



“I know you do,” she kissed Chloe’s head. “It’ll be intense.”



“I like intense.” Chloe smiled.



Anne drew her up for a lingering kiss. She sucked Chloe’s tongue deep into her own mouth. They kissed for several long moments before she eased back, breathing hard.



“Want to play?”



Chloe nodded eagerly. “Always, Mistress.”



Anne eased her lover onto her back with another kiss. Slowly, she kissed her way down Chloe’s throat and latched onto a dusky pink nipple. She tugged on the tip and debated on using nipple clamps during their play. Chloe groaned in frustration as Anne moved down her torso, dragging her tongue along wetly. With a moan of her own she clamped onto Chloe’s clit. She lapped at her sopping cunt, savoring the taste of her lover.



“Oh baby, this is going to be so good.”



“Just do it already,” Chloe moaned.



Anne laughed inwardly. Her baby was going to love this game.



With practiced movements, she trussed Chloe up so that her ass and pussy were open and exposed, and she couldn’t move.



Walking to the toy closet, she pulled on her favorite harness, the one that had a dildo for her, too.



“Hold tight, baby. I have to go get something.”



Anne went to the kitchen; the dildo inside her sending pleasurable ripples through her. She got what she needed and returned to the playroom. She knelt on the bed between Chloe’s splayed legs, “I hope you’re ready for this, baby. It’s gonna get cold.”



Chloe whimpered, but didn’t say anything.



Anne reached out and grabbed a single cube. Gently, she pushed into Chloe’s ass. Her sub jerked as much as her bindings would allow and groaned.



“Oh, my,” she said breathlessly as Anne pushed another ice cube into her ass.



“Like that baby?” Anne crooned.



Chloe nodded. “Oh, yes,” she hissed.



Anne flexed her hips and drove her secret weapon, a dildo made of ice, deep into her lover. It had taken her all week to make an acceptable toy. She’d tried one out on herself before Chloe came home just to make sure she didn’t harm her girl.



“Ohmygod,” Chloe said in a rush.



Anne started to thrust driving the ice dick in hard and steady. She groped two more, slipping them into Chloe’s ass. Chloe screamed in abandon as she felt the two large pieces enter her hot backdoor. Anne wasn’t done with her yet, though, and shoved the butt plug back into her lover’s welcoming ass.



“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—”



“No. Not until I say so,” she commanded, savoring the joy of tormenting poor Chloe.



Chloe could feel the dildo growing smaller inside her, her heat melting the ice rapidly. The cubes in her ass were long gone, and the wonderful tingling sensation was starting to fade. It was as if Anne knew her time was almost at an end, and she started thrusting harder.



“Please, oh God, please.”



Anne twisted the plug in her ass, and she couldn’t help it, she came. “Now baby,” her Mistress encouraged on a moan of her own.



Anne gave two more thrusts and collapsed against Chloe’s trussed up form, weak from her own orgasm.



“Wow,” they whispered in unison.



“Can we do that again?” Chloe begged as Anne untied her.



“Maybe,” she replied, tossing the plug and the harness onto the side table. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll think about it.”



“Okay,” Chloe snuggled into her Mistress’ arms. “I missed you while I was away.”



Running her fingers through the cocoa-colored tresses, she whispered, “I missed you too, baby. I ran out of ways to cum, I was so horny.”



“How come you got to cum and I didn’t?”



“I’m the Domme, you’re the sub, that’s why.”



Chloe pouted. “I wish we could spend more time together. I hate sleeping alone.”



“If you moved in you would never have to sleep alone.”



Chloe’s head came off Anne’s breasts so quickly they almost cracked skulls. Her brown eyes were blazing with excitement. “You mean it? Really?”



Anne smiled tenderly. “Of course, baby.”



Their lips met in a long kiss. Anne couldn’t remember why she hadn’t asked her beloved sub to move in with her before now. Once Chloe moved in, there would be an endless supply of sexual escapades.



She smiled devilishly as Chloe laid her head back on her breasts. Oh yes, she had big, big plans…

…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.

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