There's nothing worse than having to deal with stupid people! These words crashed though my mind as I stepped into my bosses office.
Jamie (my boss) and I have been friends since college. In fact we were room mates, graduated in the same class and remained friends even after she married her husband Jess.
Together they formed an advertising agency which has become a multimillion dollar business. Jamie asked me to come work for them a year and a half ago. I'm one of the best consultants in the market. Jess and Jamie knew a good thing when they saw me.
Jamie waved me to a seat while she finished a phone call, which consisted of a lot of nodding and shaking of her head each followed by words of apology. I could easily imagine some idiot complaining that the money they spent didn't bring them the fame and fortune they craved. The age old saying, "success is a ladder you can't climb with your hands in your pockets." People come to the office expecting us to make them millionaires. They fail because we're the ones working miracles and they're busy jerking off. Losers.
Jamie finished the conversation with a few words of apology and promise then hung up the phone with a sigh.
"Lisha that was Ryan Stoddard. He says you called him a loser. He said that in your meeting that you said he should buy a house in suburbia Boise Idaho. That he was wasting his time trying to be a part of the corporate world! Lisha I don't even have to ask to know he's saying the truth.
"Jamie, that guy didn't even know how to read a bank statement let alone form and run a company! He's a daddy's little boy. Getting on his knees and taking it up the ass is his biggest talent.
"Lisha, it's not about what you think. This is a professional situation not some goofed up boyfriend you scorn. You somehow think you're better than everyone! You think nothing of running over some else's feelings. You can't act that way. Not in the corporate world and honestly, not in the everyday world either. You just can't be such a snobbish bitch"!
I could have and should have been pissed. But we've had this conversation so many times I can quote by heart what Jamie is going to say before she says it.
"Look Jamie I probably did that idiot a favor. It's rich little babies that give rich kids a bad rep. At least now he'll be able to spend more time on his hands and knees giving the service he loves." I spat out rudely.
I could see that Jamie was furious. But hey I knew I was right and once she got over being mad she'd see it too.
"Lisha I want you to take the rest of the day off. I'm sick of your attitude and fed up with your treatment of our clients. Just go home!" Jamie sighed.
"But you know I was right! You know I "Just go home Lish, just go!" Jamie interrupted my self-righteous pleas.
I walked out of her office with my dignity wrapped around me like a shroud. I knew I was right and I knew she'd come to her senses.
The ringing of the phone startled me. I would never admit that I'd been waiting for it but it was the weekend and I was hoping we'd get together sometime and do some shopping.
"Lisha could you come out to the house?" Jess asked. He didn't have to say who he was I knew his voice well. "Sure Jess, when do you want me? I asked. Not that I was worried or at his beckon call. "Come right away Lisha. Jamie and I will be waiting."
The drive took a half hour giving me way too much time to think. I'd never been asked to leave work or called to Jamie's house with an order and not an invitation. Doubts began to tighten my stomach. Maybe I'd gone to far, but I was a pro at what I did. No one was better that making money that I was. Jamie and Jess would never ask me to leave they needed me to much.
Jess opened the door for me and I stepped inside. I headed for our favorite meeting spot, the dining room. Perfect for talking business but comfortable and relaxing as well. Jess directed me towards the family room instead.
Jamie was already seated, waiting for us. The comfortable setting the warm intimate surroundings made me even more on edge.
"Lish what happened today has become a huge problem. You regard others as inferior to you. Basically you think your hot shit while the rest of us are stale garbage." I tired to interrupt but Jess silenced me with a gesture.
"Lisha, Jess and I both have seen over and over how you despise others. We hear it almost every day. We're worried about you. Worried about the people you come in contact with and we worry about our business. You can't keep going the way you're going. You're destroying yourself and the people who have the misfortune of coming into your path." Jamie finished.
"Now Lisha I don't want you to say a word until I'm done." He held up one hand. "Not one word." "Now as Jamie said we're worried. Today showed us clearly that it's time to make a change. Time to get things under control." I sputtered words of denial. "Jess interrupted, "Lisha over this weekend and through the next week we're going to help you change your outlook on life. It's not going to easy for you but you'll lose your pride, be humbled but ultimately gain respect for yourself and for others."
I stood up. Fury and indignation at it's peak. "Enough of this shit you two! I am the best fucking thing that happened to you and your business! I can go anywhere I want to in the industry. If I wanted to I could form my own company and blow you out of the water!
Jess and Jamie stood as well. I faced them panting in rage. "Lisha, Jamie and I've decided. Not out of anger or spite but out of love."
Jamie grabbed my wrists and jerked them behind my back. I screamed in rage. The cold of metal the rasp of the lock. Metal handcuffs circled my wrists. I screamed in rage, kicked and fought. Jess half carried half dragged me down the hall into another room. The floor was covered in padding, the walls too. Rings fastened to the wall, in the floor, from the ceiling. A padded bench, ropes. One wall had shelves. A whip, paddles, dildos! What the hell is going on here! Jamie and Jess have lost their fucking minds. I scream and yelled, vulgar names, insults.
Jess forced me to my knees. His hands sank in my hair, held me in place. I struggled, fighting to get away. Fought harder when Jamie forced a gag into my mouth and strapped it into place. Blood pounded in my ears.
Jamie knelt before me. "Now Lisha here's the deal. While you're here were going to teach you the desire to serve. We're going to teach you humility. Teach you what it means to put your desires, your needs below others. We'll take you to the very low and then you'll understand the high."
"Being the woman of the world I know you've heard of slavery." Jess's warm breath so close to my ear sent shivers through me. "This weekend, next week and until the following Monday you will be our slave." You'll serve us in every way. You'll learn to beg us for pleasure for pain. Your love your need will be the force that drives you to serve better, deeper."
Jamie closed a collar around my neck. My struggles made it harder for her to close the clasp but it closed anyway. Jess stood pulling me up with him. Jamie brought a pair of scissors from the shelf. Jess's fingers tightened in my hair. "Stand still Lisha." Jamie's removing the first layer of your pride preparing you to serve like a good little slave."
My clothes fell to the floor. Shredded into strips of fabric, my proclamation, my exhibit to others how successful I am.
I shivered as Jamie cut my blouse, my jeans. Shook my head in denial as the cold steel sliced through my bra then my panties. I watched as Jamie gathered up the fabric and carried it to the corner of the room. "I'll leave these here for you so you'll remember what a selfish bitch you are."
Jamie drug me to the bench and forced me into a kneeling position. I screamed into the gag, Jamie approached me carrying a paddle she'd taken from the shelf. Jess pulled my hair forcing me to bend across it. His hand fisted in my hair held me firmly in place. The cool soft stroke of a hand stroking my right cheek caused me to tense my behind. The first stroke surprised me, made me scream. It brought more rage than pain. The second as well. Then the strokes came harder, each spaced a few seconds apart. The third stung so did the forth. The fifth made my bottom burn with the sixth. Every two strokes the intensity increased, the pain intensified. By the ninth stroke tears soaked my cheeks. The next eleven strokes were a blur of pain but I was intently focused by each jarring stroke. The sound of the paddle meeting my behind, the searing burn, I'd lurch in pain, Jess held me in place.
I lay there sobbing. My bottom burned red engulfing flames. I couldn't get up or run away. I barely noticed when a tether was attached to my color.
"Now Lisha you've stepped through the door into your slavery. Your first spanking is your initiation in. From the first tender kiss of the paddle your personal identity began washing away. Now you a nothing. Now you are a slave. Now we'll teach you what that means." Jess said.
Jess's hands slid from my hair. Now was my chance at freedom. I jerked my head but my color held me trapped. I fought but nothing helped. I fought for only a few minutes before the sound of the paddle striking my behind and the sear of pain engulfed me. Each struggle brought a painful stroke. Too many strokes later I fell panting, defeated. "Fighting only brings punishment," Jamie warned.
"Now slave we'll take you to the bathroom. I'm sure after such a sound spanking you'll need to go potty." Jamie said.
They half led half drag me to the restroom. I realized I did have to go. Instead of leading me to the toilet as I expected I was stopped just inside the door. I gasped, startled, behind me Jess closes leather cuffs around each ankle. I was forced to kneel, forced to my hands and knees. Warm water filled me, washed me, humiliated me.
Done, my face burning in shame. They led me back into the main room. To the bench, forced to kneel. Jamie kneels beside my head, clasps the tether to my collar. Something warm, something wet is spread across the opening of my bottom. Jess's finger presses into me. I scream at the violation. I'm sore from the invasion the washing in the bathroom. His finger spreading me adds to my humiliation. My muscles clench around him. He slides his finger just inside the opening then pulls it out. He's teasing me taunting me. My muscles squeeze milking him. I know the moment he shifts. Sense him kneeling behind me. His warmth stokes the flames burning in my cheeks.
His penis presses against me. He rubs it over my cheeks slides it through the crack. I shake my head, scream, struggle. I'm tied, shackled in place, demanded surrender.
"A good slave begs her master to use her. A good master teaches her to want to be his slave. Begging to have your ass fucked is a show of your love, your submission, your need. Every act of submission is sign of your slavery. When you beg for it you'll embrace it." Jamie whispered against my ear.
The pressure of Jess's penis pressing at the entrance of my behind demanded focus. I was slick, moistened, tight. I clenched, resisting. The head pressed harder spread the opening. It seared when it pressed past the entrance and slid inside. Jess waited, the head of his penis buried just inside the opening. Waiting for my muscles to unclench so painfully around him. A slight ease of tension. He presses, shoves his head deeper, past the dark underside of the head. An inch penetrates me, a inch more. I scream. I can't help screaming, pain lances my ass. Never have I been violated like this. Rage, fury, disgust, pain like waves pound through me. One hard deep thrust and Jess's penis plows deep into me. His hips are pressed hard against the cheeks of my behind. I feel him throbbing, pulsing inside me. My muscles spasm around him. I've never seen him naked have no idea how big his penis is. Buried deep inside me he feels like he's a foot long and twice as big around. I'm slick from the wetness he spread inside me with his finger, from the wetness he spread over his cock.
He withdraws in one smooth stroke, pulls his penis all the way out. Wrenching pain as he slides it back in, plunges it deep then holds it.
"Let yourself relax, embrace how good it feels." Jamie whispered at my side. "Embrace him, beg him, show him your submission.
Another withdraw, another plunge. More pain.
"Raise your ass. Be his slave. Offer him your body. Give yourself to him. Beg him to fill you with his cum."
Another withdraw, a deep thrust. Jamie's words, humiliation, pain, all mesh in a haze.
"Raise your ass slave. Raise it position it for him, beg him to fuck you!"
Tentatively, not sure if I could. I tilted my hips raising my bottom. Jess slammed into me hard. Buried his penis deeper than before. His hands gripped my hips. Pulled me to him, held me in place. Deeper, stroke by stroke. Now faster, keeping his penis inside with each stroke. Steady measure strokes building in intensity, forcing me open forcing a submission.
He rocks me slams me forward pulls me back. Constant motion, penetration, thrust, withdraw. He jerks me to him hard, trusts deep inside. His cry of release fills the room, fills my ears. He sprays cum inside me, soaking. My sensitive walls feel his spasms. My muscles milk him. I feel an emptiness. It's combined with rage with pain but it's there and emptiness when he withdraws.
Jess wipes his penis across the opening along the crack and over my cheeks, spreading his cum. Deep in my soul I know he's marked me.
"Good girl." Jamie coos in my ear. "Good little slave."
Jamie leaves my side. I watch her walk to the shelves. She doesn't hide the dildo from me. I see how huge it is, long and fat. I'm terrified. Jess kneels beside me, caresses my cheek. "You're Jamie's slave too. You'll serve her, beg her, love her. Your body is hers. You're her slave. It's her turn to show you." Jess said.
Jamie's heat engulfed me as she knelt behind me. Her smooth hands gripped my hips. The head of her dildo pressed against my tormented behind. With one hand she holds me, the other guides the head of her dildo into my behind. Raw wrenching pain. She's spreading me wide.
"I'm going to stretch you wider, make your ass work harder, make you submit even more." Jamie said from behind me.
One thrust, one deep thrust buried her to the bottom. She waited for me, waited while I tried to relax. She withdrew, pulled out then pressed back in. "I love having Jess fuck me in the ass. It's a treat. It will be a special treat when you beg for both of us to use your ass." Jamie panted. She pumped her dildo deep into me then pulled it almost all the way out. I raised my bottom to her, remembering that Jess demanded my submission. Knowing that Jamie wanted that and more. My behind burned the muscles stretched and aching.
Jamie jerked the dildo from my behind. She came around and lay down in front of me. Her legs bent and spread to the side. She'd removed her dildo. Her pussy spread inches from my face. She slid her fingers over her smooth mound. Her lips swollen, glistened with juices. She smelled good, very good. She spread her lips wide showing me how wet and aroused she was. Milky cream pooled just inside the opening. I thought, "how beautiful she looks. Her pussy is so beautiful."
"Watch her cum slave. Watch her pussy gush with cream. Feel how desperately you want to lick and suck her. How thirsty your are to drink from her. Feel how desperately you want to serve her. Feel how devastating it is that you can't." Jess demanded.
Jamie spread her pussy wider slid a finger through her cream then brought it to her mouth and licked it. Another scoop another taste. Her slick fingers found her clit. With the pad of her index finger she rubbed it back and forth. Juices spread glistening wet over and around her pussy. She plunged the finger of her left hand into the creamy pool. She held it. Her finger withdrew slid lower grazed her behind. She teased the entrance, soaked it, coated it with her essence. Slowly, fluidly it slipped inside. "See how beautiful. Her ass is so tight and she loves having it stretch wide around a dick. She's begging for it showing how much she needs it." Jess whispered. "You'll beg even more to be fucked in your tight little ass."
Jess's words didn't distract me they sizzled through me. I was still pissed, still furious. But my behind tingled now, the blazing pain smoldering. Jamie's beautiful pussy distracted me from my pain and anger.
Jess reached over and scooped some juices with his middle finger. Then buried it with Jamie's inside her behind. It looked amazing, erotic, stimulating. Both stroked in unison their fingers stretching, stroking. Jamie slid her finger free. Her clit pulsed, throbbed. She dipped her finger once more in the pool of cream. Her clit waited painfully hard. Her bottom clenched tight around Jess's finger. Her clit clenched under her finger. Slow steady strokes in her ass, across her clit. Jess's thumb sank into her pussy. He stretched her, opened each needy entrance and stroked.
Jamie's gasps of pleasure drew me. I was held memorized by the sight of her pussy. Jess's fingers buried in both her ass and her pussy. Jamie's delicate fingers glistening with juices sliding back and forth across her clit. She stroked her clit faster. She spiraled closer to release. Milk spilled from her pussy frothy and rich circling Jess's finger. Jamie's hips bucked forcing Jess's fingers deeper. She cried out in rapture her pussy clenching, milking. Jess stroked her through her orgasm coaxing another spasm another burst of pleasure.
Break...l..Break...break
"It's been a busy day today, for all of us. I know I could use some sleep" Jess turned to Jamie. "How about you, tired?" Jamie nodded her head and stifled a yawn. My neck was released from the tether. Jamie buckled leather cuffs around my wrists then removed the hand cuffs. "Great I'm the height of fashion. Matching leather wrist and ankle bands, a collar and I'm fucking naked!" I screamed in my head.
Jess led me to small room the size of a small cell. A mattress dominated to room with only a few inches left to stand. Jamie instructed me to lay down. When I didn't Jess forced me. Jamie fastened my color to a tether at the head of the bed. My arms fastened there as well. A bar was placed between the bands on my ankles. It spread my legs wide enough that no matter how I tried to close my thighs and hide my pussy it didn't matter. I began kicking and screaming jerking against the tethers restraining, fighting against my imprisonment.
Not a word passed between them but the next thing I knew I'd been flipped onto my stomach a hard foam block shoved under my hips. I was strapped face down my behind sticking up in the air not only my pussy on display but my ass as well. "Now since you didn't learn anything so far today I guess we'll have to teach you again." Jamie said.
I hadn't been aware of it when Jamie left the room but I was very aware when she returned. I couldn't see what was going on with my face in the mattress but imagination made it terrifying. I was tense, anticipating, unsuspecting when the first blow landed. My already bruised bottom lit right up going straight into the agony stage. Not messing around this time, twenty hard swats connected with my behind. It hurt like crazy and made me mad. The next five made me sorry.
Warm moisture on my sensitive entrance. I recognized the dildo poised for entrance into my behind. "Jamie was lenient on you earlier this time she won't be. She's going to fuck you until cum runs down her thighs. Then I'm going to take her into our bedroom and lick her clean. And you, well you'll be kneeling here backside in the air and ass hole aching." Jess stated.
Jamie plunged her dildo into the opening. Paused for only a second before slamming it deep into my ass. I cried, screamed around my gag, tried to fight any way I could. But I was strapped down, restrained, helpless. Jamie held my hips forcing me to meet each thrust. I was wet, the dildo sliding in and out of me easily but I'd been used twice already. I'd never had a penis penetrate me there before nor a dildo the size of a freaking log. Jamie held the strokes in rhythm each a slow withdraw followed by a fierce thrust. I could count them I could expect the next invasion, the next thrust, knew when it would spear through me.
Jamie increased the pace. She rammed my behind harder driving her dildo deeper. She pumped into me quicker. Each thrust became a blur with the other. Pain wrenched through my behind. I was sorry. Jamie's cries of pleasure rang through the room. She pounded into me while her pussy clenched and spasmed in climax.
The dildo was pulled out of my ass. "You'll stay like this through the night. Your asshole will be the first thing we see when we get you in the morning." Jess said.
"Remember that as a slave you want nothing more that to serve your master. When you're bad you'll be punished. Each punishment will be worse in intensity until you understand. The ultimate understanding is full submission." Jamie stated. "Good night." They said in unison. The door closing the click of the lock rang in my ears.
My mind wouldn't stop thinking. I ached, hurt, stung. Most insistent was the burning in my behind. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. It seemed like a couple minutes later that the lock on the door clicked jerking me awake.
My muscles screamed from being in the same position all night. My behind still hurt and I had to pee.
Jess replaced the bar between my legs with a short tether. My wrists were released from the wall and tethered close together. A leash clasped to my collar.
"You haven't earned the right to walk. You're a slave but an unhumble one. On your hands and knees is your place until we allow you otherwise." Jamie informed me. Jess dragged me fighting from my cell. I fought the leash, fought him denied submission. His fist in my hair made me freeze. The paddle connected solid against my behind. Before I could think Jamie had landed three hard blows to my behind. I yelped in pain. Jess held me down while three more stinging blows lit my behind on fire.
"Now we go into the bathroom. You get cleaned up. Then if you've earned it we'll take the gag out of your mouth and give you something to eat and drink. DO you understand?" Jess demanded. I gave the smallest of nods possible in reply.
Jess resumed leading me to the bathroom. I died of humiliation having to pee with them watching. Jamie led me into the shower and tethered my wrists to a wring in the ceiling. Warm water flowed over me. Soothing, cleansing, I closed my eyes embracing the comfort. It lasted seconds. Jess smoothed a soaped washcloth across my stomach. I tensed at his touch. He washed my stomach, my back, along my arms and down my sides, he washed up my legs, up my thighs. He lingered on my breasts. Lifting and squeezing each one. He pinched each nipple pulling and twisting. The air made my nipples taught his fingers made them hard. They became sensitive, achy, sensual.
Jess lowered his washcloth to the mound of my pussy. With care he soaped me. "Spread your legs wide little slave. I want your pussy smooth and sexy for me. Spread your legs" Jess said. Instinctively I did as instructed. Jamie handed Jess a pair of scissors. The brush of metal against my sensitive flesh held me frozen. Fear kept my legs spread wide.
The rasp of the razor as it shaved a smooth trail of flesh. I marveled at how quickly Jess stripped my pussy. Stealing another layer of identity baring me as a slut.
My hair was washed. Then I went through the ritual of cleaning from the night before. Only this time my behind screamed in protest. The penetrations from the night before left me raw and aching.
"If you're a good little girl we'll let your ass hole rest but one act of disobedience will bring more intense punishment than last night," said Jess.
Jamie dried me with a towel. I stood waiting. "Now we'll take your gag out, because you've been good." She grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye. "Misbehave and we'll shove it back in. Then we'll punish you."
I nodded my head that I understood. My mouth was dry around the ball, my jaws tired from clenching it. I tired to swallow, moved my jar, glared at my captors.
"Slave, are you ready to eat?" Jamie asked. I nodded my head. Jamie led me by my leash into the main room. She pulled me to the floor in front of the bench. A cup of water. A piece of toast and a banana were on a plate. Parched and starving I needed no prodding. I drank, I ate. I didn't say thank you.
Another trip to the bathroom, brushing my teeth helped take the taste of the gag from my mouth. Barely though. With the memory came the taste, I knew it would be a long time before the memories dimmed.
Jess led me by my leash back into the main room. He led me to the bench, pulled me to my knees then across the bench. I struggled when he tethered my collar to the ring on the floor. "You lousy bastard," I screamed. "Let me go. You and Jamie are going to jail for this bull shit!" Jess's hand dug through my hair yanked my head up as far as my collar would allow. "Do you want the gag filling your mouth. This time you'll wear it all day and through the night." I pushed answering out to the very last minute. His hand tightening in my hair signaled my time was up. "Decide slut or I'll decide for you!" Jess demanded. I shook my head, just a fraction of movement. "You talk only when Jamie or I give you permission! Only when we give you permission! Understand?" I nodded understanding but not in accepting.
Jess slid his hand up my thigh. I jumped. Pulled away from his touch. "Lesson one for today. A good slave craves her masters touch. She begs for it. She needs it. When you're touched by Jamie or I you show us how much you want our attention. You offer yourself to us. You open yourself to our touch. Do you understand slave?" Again I nodded my head, just barely!
Jess ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. My muscles clenched. I wanted to jerk away, scream at him, hurt him. Instead I knelt bent over enduring his touch.
Jess's fingers brushed against my pussy. Newly shaved intensely sensitive it was as if lightning sparked across my lips. My womb clenched in response. The tip of his finger caressed the smooth curve of my lips, teased the crevice between them. Involuntarily the muscles inside me clenched. Sexual tension, a forced response settled in my womb and moistened my passage.
Jess stood and walked to the bench. Kneeling once again at my side he showed me what he'd went for. Two clamps lay on his hand. Two rows of pointy teeth lay on top and bottom. The clams were small but menacing looking.
Jess's fingernail scraped over my semi hard nipple. Instantly it peaked. Painfully. "Your whole body is ours to use as we desire. Your breasts are a source of pleasure, pain and submission." His fingers pulled my nipple, pinched it twisted it. I puckered, swelled, hardened. The fist clamp encased my right nipple. Blinding pain, shards of fire lanced through my nipple engulfing me. Begging, crying, screams, threats. Jess released the clamp. I calmed down but only slightly. Jess returned the clam to my nipple, engulfed me in pain. My left nipple, scraped, squeezed, twisted, hard puckered into a tight sexual peak. Shattering intensity, pain. Both breasts hung below me both on fire. I cried. The sobs were torn from my lips.
"Good girl." Jess purred. "Let the pain flow through you. Embrace it and welcome it as pleasure. Press your breasts into the sensations beg it to sear your nipples and bury you in pleasure." His hand brushed across the clamps sending bolts of lightning through me.
I hadn't noticed Jamie. I'd been so engulfed in Jess and the clamps devouring my nipples. Warmth, moisture, Jamie jerked my attention to her. Her finger pressed into me spreading lubricant, preparing the way. I turned my face to Jess and begged him not to let her fuck me. My tears, pleas for release were answered with torment. Jess released and returned the clamps to my nipples each time I begged. Jamie waited. Waited for me to stop struggling to focus on the invasion she planned.
I waited crying my ass in the air, wet, warm and ready. I clenched tightening, resisting. Jamie pressed the head against the entrance. Pressure gentle pressure. A demand of entrance. The head forced my entrance open, parted and spread my muscles. The pain searing my ass joined with the pain of my nipples, sang through me like electric current sparking each nerve ending with pointed bolts of pain.
Further into my ass Jamie buried the dildo. The head pressing deeper opening the way. One hard thrust buries her deep inside me. I whimper in pain. Jamie withdraws from me slowly keeping only the head buried inside me. Another thrust forward she buries the head of her dildo deep inside me. Slow, slow torturous strokes stretch my muscles caress my walls. My ass is sore, raw from last night but the pain in my nipples draws me. I feel something. A remote tightening in my womb a small bud of opening, responding.
I raised my ass higher knowing that that's what Jamie wanted. I tilted my hips offering my ass to her. I closed my mind to the stirring of sensations edging past the pain. Jamie held my hips, steadying me for each thrust. Deep and hard she slammed into me. My nipples burned, the walls of my pussy thickened.
Each thrust shoved me forward her hands on my hips pulled me to her. The head of her dildo stroked the walls of my ass. It felt raw, it felt painful, a murmur of pleasure.
Jamie pulled the dildo out of may ass. Jess untied my leash. Laying on his back he pulled me on top of him, jerked my hips and plowed his penis deep into my pussy. My wet pussy. He bent me forward hauled me in place by my hair.
"Feel us both fuck you at once. We're branding you our slave," Jamie whispered in my ear. I jerked forward. Jess held me in place. Jamie shoved the dildo into my ass. I felt stretched, full beyond what I could handle. Jamie moved first. Drawing out then gliding back inside.
"Aahh Jamie! I can feel you stroking my dick through the walls of her pussy. Your milking me rubbing along the length of me, stroking the underside of my dick."
Jamie pumped faster pressing deeper. Jess's hands encased my hips raising me then slamming my pussy onto his cock. Jamie's dildo thick and hard pounded into me offset by Jess's dick pounding into my pussy. My clit hardened, swelled. An aching pounding fury blazed through my pussy centered in my clit. Being fucked so hard, so fully, so violently, climax raged through me. I gushed milky cum first, filled my pussy with it soaked Jess's penis. He exploded next shooting stream after stream of burning cum against the back of my pussy. My ass hole clenched around Jamie. She pumped her dildo into me stroking the underside of Jess's penis, milking us both. Her cry of pleasure mingled with ours, a beautiful sound of erotic joy. She pounded into me, the pressure against her clit sending waves of pleasure rushing through her pussy.
Jamie pulls the dildo out first then Jess. I'm devastated by the betrayal of my body. Confused by my response. Jess stands up, forces me to kneel before him.
"Deep in your soul you know you're a slave. You crave being the slut you know your are. Your pussy milked my dick and your ass begged Jamie. No words can deny the explosion that shattered through your pussy." Jess removed the clamps from my nipples. Blood rushed into the swollen peaks each drop a source of pain. "Now suck my dick, swallow the juices you spilled for me. Taste my cum and your pussy together." The throb in my nipples sent my pussy clenching.
Tentatively I flicked my tongue out and swiped the moisture off his semi hard penis. It tasted different, but not horrible. Slowly I lapped up the drops that spilled from the crescent at the tip. Then I scooped the cream from the underside of the head. The silky smooth texture of the head aroused me, memorized me. Wet licks smooth strokes down the shaft. The base of his cock was coated with cream the hair and top of his testicles soaked. Our flavors mingled mine creamy, feminine. His bold, rich, male. Only some of our juices had spilled over to his testicles. I licked it, sucked it, licked him, sucked him. His testicles swelled filling the sack. It thickened hardened. The crinkly texture, rough surface felt good against my lips, against my tongue.
I couldn't run from the sensations feeling him against my tongue stirred. The throb of fulfillment forming a mellow sensation in my womb. The aching throb in my behind, the sensual ache inside my pussy. My clit still tingled with bursts of pleasure. My nipples burned, hurt but that added sensation to the riot of sensations jittering through my body and soul. I fought the idea that I'd been forced against my will. That I was fucked in the ass several times, gagged, collared and now I was feasting on cum that soaked Jess's dick. Worse was that my womb clenched in response to being on my knees cleaning Jess's dick. Did that mean I was a slut like they said? Was I truly meant to serve as a slave? Fuck no!
Jess sat on the bench, I knelt before him. "Do you like the taste of your pussy?" He asked. I was mad, spitting mad. Mad at the conflicting emotions I was feeling and mad at Jess because he was part of them. "You know the consequences for disobedience, answer the question." Jess insisted. "Yes," I whispered. "Good girl. You're beginning to feel. Part of being a slave is feelings, both physical as well as emotional. You felt it in your body and in your soul. When you spilled your orgasm onto my dick you'd embraced your true self."
I kept my gaze focused on the bench beside Jess's thigh. I felt a melting inside a lowering of walls. It made me feel like crying, made me feel vulnerable. I wasn't like that. I was tough. I ate ass holes for breakfast and spit them out after lunch. This feeling crap was bull shit!
Jess lifted my face and looked me in the eye. "It won't be until you release your fears that you'll find happiness, Lish."
Jamie came back into the room. She went to the shelves and retrieved the paddle. I scrambled to run away but Jess held my collar. I fought as he pulled me across the bench. While he tethered my neck to the floor. I cried and begged Jamie not to spank me. Begged Jess not to let her.
My bottom erupted in blistering pain. One hard swat and all the pain from yesterday came flooding back only worse. "Your spankings help remind you of the little slave you are. Soon you'll beg for a spanking. The feel of your ass on fire ignites the fire in your pussy. You'll beg for it, beg Jamie or I to light your fire and make you burn." I cried through fifteen torturing strokes. When Jamie stopped I though she'd finished. She had but Jess hadn't. She handed him the paddle and knelt by my side. Jamie took her spot beside my hip.
"Because you asked Jess to stop me from spanking you, he's going to give you the other half of you lesson. A slave never tries to come between or separate her master or mistresses. Now Jess's spanking will be different because now he's punishing you for breaking the rules."
Jess grabbed the inside of my right thigh and pulled it further to the side. Then he did the same with my right. I felt exposed, on my knees with my legs spread as wide as they could. Jess slid his fingers up my thigh and over my mound. Chills shot through me.
The first few swats embraced my behind. The next one landed on my right thigh the next on my left. Another scorched my behind then four more two on each thigh. All the fight went up in flames. I stung from the waist down.
Jess and Jamie left me tethered to the floor, bent over the bench. I knelt there thinking, hurting, aching, and crying. I was weakening. I felt like a slave.
Break...
The sound of voices started me. I must have dozed off. Though how I can't imagine. My nipples throbbed, my pussy ached. My ass felt raw, stretched and used, and my cheeks and thighs burned!
I felt a wave of defeat like crystal clear water cold and startling. Like the warm smoky caress of a warm cup of cocoa beside a campfire just after dark. I shook my head clearing my brain. Fuck marshmallows and smoke. This was inhumane torture, these ass holes were breaking the law and as soon as I got free I was going to see them rot in jail.
Jess knelt by my side. "How are you feeling?" he asked as his fingers stroked my cheek. My mind screamed obscenities. I was smart enough to know what an outburst would bring. The time I spent fuming in my head bought me and unexpected reprieve. "Good girl! Your learning! Waiting for permission to speak just like we're teaching you. Jess leaned down and pressed as soft kiss to the corner of my eye. "Your special Lish. Sweet liquid beauty flows through you. So magical, so breathtaking." Jess's warm breath sent shivers through me. His words melted through me, encasing me in a halo of warmth. The feelings I fought so hard to bury, to lock inside a box and hide on a shelf. I struggled for anger for rage. Instead my throat thickened. I fought the push but lost. Tears spilled from my eyes dripped to the floor. Jess slid his finger under my eye. Lifted his finger glistening with salty tears to his lips. His tongue caressed the drop licked it from the tip of his finger.
Jamie knelt across from Jess. Her cool soft hand caressed my back. Tingling trails of sensation flowed behind her touch. I shivered arching into her caress. Her lips warm and sweet brushed against my ear. Her pink tongue teased the lobe swiping around the edge. I melted into the caress. Flowered under her touch. Her lips kissed my neck just behind my ear. Sweet liquid pleasure I felt warm, safe, loved.
Jess's fingers trailed over my skin, circling my ear, stroking the length of my throat. I arched my neck into his caress. I felt like a kitten. A sensual purr vibrated deep inside me. My womb tightened, clit pulsed the tremors rippled up through my spine. My nipples light up, puckering into hard sizzling points of need.
Jamie's lips brushed mine. Her tongue slides across the surface of my bottom lip tasting me. My pussy clenched. My pussy felt heavy thick. Another stroke of Jamie's tongue across my bottom lip. A sensual flood of warmth soaks my pussy with milk it spills to my lips coating them with my essence. My hips buck my behind clenches. I need something, anything to rub my clit against.
Jess's palm rubs across my right nipple. I shiver with pleasure. Jamie's mouth covers mine. She explores my mouth in long sensual strokes of her tongue. She swallows my cries of pleasure. I beg her, crying her name over and over. Jess's palm has my nipple puckered into a ball of torture a pinnacle of pleasure. I need him. I need him to keep touching me to take my nipple between his fingers into his mouth.
He squeezes my nipple hard between his fingers. Sweet pleasure, sweet pain! Another gush of cream.
I'm soaking. I can feel the caress of the air against my cream soaked lips. It sends caresses of sensation tingling over my sensitive skin. Instinctively I raise my hips in invitation. I ache so intensely. Pounding need burns into my soul.
Jess caresses my lift nipple. His fingers close around it. I arch into the pain, embrace the pleasure. Jamie's mouth milks pleasure from mine. Her lips caress mine, her tongue storks me into a frenzy. My whole body aches in need. I desperately need to beg.
Jamie draws my bottom lips into her mouth and sucks me gently in and out. Jess's fingers milk me, pulling and releasing my engorged nipple. I whimper into Jamie's mouth. I pull my mouth from Jamie's to beg her to ease the pain throbbing between my legs.
"Jamie please!" I cry. The words tumble over and over from my lips. Coherent thought is impossible. Feelings emotional, physical, pure base needs hold me spellbound.
Jamie releases my mouth and leaves me. Jess does the same but only after closing the clamps over my nipples. In my head I thank him.
I'm released and instructed to kneel. I clamp my thighs together squeezed the muscles in my pussy. Pleasure bursts through me, my pussy thickens. Jess stands before me. His penis is thick and hard. The head is purple, the shaft thick and long. His testicles are hugged tight at the base of his penis the sac ribbed and crinkled.
Jess runs his finger tips across the crinkled sac. "I'm full of sweet cum warm and thick, just for your mouth." His fingers trailed along the base of the shaft. His thumb and middle finger grip the base, stroke it. "Your lips will caress along the length of my shaft." The skin pulled tight as he stroked along the shaft. "Show your master how a good little slave begs her master for cum."
Jess buried his hands in my hair and pulled my mouth to him. His penis hovered inches from my lips. The shiny tip glistened, a drop of semen spilled from the slit waiting in invitation to me. I flicked my tongue out and tasted him. Jess tasted salty, sweet and sour. Pure male. His taste spread across my tongue flowed into my mouth. My pussy pulsed.
My lips parted for him as he pressed the head against my lips. Instead of entering he smeared another drop of cum across my lips and rubbed it in. My clit pulsed. I licked him with the tip of my tongue. The head felt good against my tongue silky smooth. I slid over the crest and down to the sensitive ring just under the head. I adored the feel, the rapture of stroking him with my tongue. The texture and length of his shaft held me mesmerized. I sucked him against my mouth while I slid my mouth down one side then the other giving him little hickies as I went. I pressed my tongue against the base of his shaft and circled it. I sucked the underside at the base where the penis and testicles meet. I sucked and licked tasting and teasing. Jess's flavor filled my mouth his scent filled my senses.
One beautiful sack then the other, I sucked then licked. Jess's testicles filled my hand. I wanted them both warm and wet inside my mouth. I wasn't sure he would fit. Lovingly, gently I drew one swollen testicle into the warmth of my mouth. The wonder, the sensuality of having him inside my mouth. My clit thickened. I teased my tongue over the sack. Jess tasted so good. I felt like his slut and embraced it.
Gently I cupped his other testicle then began guiding it into my mouth. I licked my tongue over his left testicle while I guided his right one into my mouth. Gently, careful, finally he nestled inside my mouth. He filled me leaving no room for my tongue to tease across the surface. I was still able to gently suckle him though.
Jess pulled my mouth away from his sac and guided me back to his engorged penis. His hands pulled tight in my hair. He pressed the head against my lips. I opened my mouth for him. Jess had my mouth on him tasting and teasing now he was ready for something different. He grabbed my hair tighter. I teased my tongue around and over the head. Jess pressed into me, shoved my mouth down onto his penis. He buried himself against the back of my throat. Held my nose buried in his pubic hairs. I waited, caressing the underside of his penis with the flat of my tongue.
Jess pulled my hair, pulled his penis from the back of my throat. I gasped for breath. Deep slow plunges burying the head inside my throat. Slow liquid withdraws. I sucked, licked, milked him. I couldn't fight a response. My pussy pulsed, throbbed hard and full each time Jess slammed his penis into the back of my mouth. I wanted this.
Jess increased the intensity, increased the assault . His hands in my hair held me in place while he buried himself over and over inside my throat. So deep I couldn't breath. Jess shoved his penis into my mouth, down my throat again and again. Panic engulfed me, arousal enflamed me. It was torture to be fucked this way, a raw dominance demanding total submission.
Jess buried himself deep inside my mouth, the head pressed into my throat. His hands held me tight in place. His spasm of pleasure pulsed against the back of my throat. I gasped, surprised, startled as a gush of warmth flooded the back of my mouth and throat. Jess pulled his penis out then buried it back inside. His cum filled my mouth. He thrust in and out a few more times each time filling my mouth with a load of cum. While Jess sprayed cum into my mouth and throat he demanded that I swallow him. That I drink his cum, swallow every drop.
The thought of drinking cum made me gag. But the pure submission and raw sexual dominance had my pussy throbbing. It had me drinking cum as it spewed from my new masters penis. My pussy thickened, throbbed. I was only a breath from cuming.