All three of us were tired, spent. I managed only a whimper of protest when Jess slid himself from me. I rested my cheek against Jamie's thigh then fell into a light doze. Snippets of dreams, fragments of sex, of submission. Jamie startled me awake, her hand stroking through my hair. My first coherent though was the smell of her, rich, erotic, sexy. My second thought is desire, hunger to fill my mouth with her taste.
Jess led me by my collar to the bench and tethered me to the floor. I ached everywhere. Intimate places I'd never imagined, ached with a sweet call of pleasure. The ones I'd used while kneeling at my mistresses feet. The same ones I'd used while kneeling before Jess, drinking while his cum surged into my mouth. Most welcome of all was the throbbing burn that engulfed the entrance to my behind. The tight muscle hidden just inside. I was amazed that something so humiliating could feel so erotic. With pleasure came fury though. I was no slave, no slut to be used at a whim.
I knelt waiting for what would come next. The sound of the door closing the silence of being left alone. Devastation washed over me like a wave. I'd been left alone tethered, naked. No words of explanation, no thank you for pleasure given, nothing. I knelt, scared, alone, abandoned. The submissive feelings I'd embraced just minutes before crumbled like burnt ashes on the floor. My mind raced, thoughts of violence, feelings of rage. If I wasn't alone, if one or both of them were in the room with me I would have told them how fucked up I thought they were.
I'd lost all sense of time. Since I'd been secured in my cell only once, I assumed that one day had passed. I fallen asleep kneeling across the bench. Grateful for it's padded surface.
Jamie came into the room while I slept. Her soft hand caressing my behind aroused me. It was if I came awake inside and out. My body hummed for her, eager for her touch. I felt a quick flash of anger that she had left me here like this. Indignant at being treated this way. I didn't think of all the people I'd treated so poorly. The connection lay still beyond my comprehension. Even if I would have made the connection I would have missed it. There was only that moment of thought before I was swept under the spell of my mistress.
Jamie murmured words of encouragement and praise to me while she released my collar. She allowed me to stand. I wavered on wobbly legs. She steadied me. Her kindness swept through me, warming me.
Jamie led me to the bathroom. I felt a sense of shyness having her watch me while I showered. She afforded me no privacy, watching me, touching me while I washed. My stomach clench as a whiff of her scent filled my nose. My nipples ache, she squeezed them. The spray of the water, the feel of her hands as she touches me the pleasure of both merge hot and liquid in my womb. My nipples thicken, pucker into ripe swollen berries. Desperately I want to beg her to touch me. I groan with need. I'm lost.
Jamie draws me back to my task, tells me to focus on washing my self. I don't think I can do that. She's drawn me to instant arousal. I'm wet, swollen aching, my body screaming with need. My mind is consumed filled with two thoughts, first; the raging ache consuming my body with the need to cum. The second is Jamie. She's filling my mind, my senses. I need the caress of her touch, my mouth waters thinking of her taste, her feel. I need her.
My soapy fingers slide over my engorged clit. My knees almost give way. I've never felt such intense need. Jamie squeezes my nipple, reminding me that I'm supposed washing not playing. I throb around my fingers, soak them with my juices. Too soon I'm done, not soon enough. My body is raging painfully. I stroke my clit unable to resist the demands of need. Jamie slaps my hand away. "You're supposed to wash your pussy not play with it, slave." I bow my head trying to feel remorse but the throbbing of my clit is more demanding. Jamie cups my pussy in her hand and rubs up and down. "By now your pussy must be tormenting you. You've hovered on the edge of cuming so many times. Your swollen clit is pressing against my palm. I could rub you this way, fuck you like this and listen to you scream while your honey soaks my fingers. Would you like that? Does my little slave need her pussy rubbed?
I gasped in pleasure. Rivers of need ran in a torrent through my womb. I nodded my head. "Please Jamie, make me cum." I plead. I was still an untrained slave. Addressing Jamie by her given name instead of as my mistress and instructing her to make me cum instead of asking her permission to cum showed my inexperience. Shaking her head in pity, Jamie slide her hand from my pussy and instructs me to finish my shower.
I go through the daily list of personal care. Jamie readies me for the intimate use I'll receive as their slave. Submitting to this is much more humiliating than being on my knees and having her or Jess plunging into my behind.
Fresh and clean Jamie leads me into the main room. Jess has brought me food. I'm grateful at his thoughtfulness.
While I'm eating Jamie tells Jess that I'd misbehaved while in the shower. I blush, humiliated. I feel a sparkle of pleasure though, having Jamie talking about me describing my body, expanding on my behavior. I try not to but can't resist the twinge of pleasure I feel.
Jess frowns disapproval at me. "You still think you're somebody? We've been gentle with you're training so far. Why? Because we both love you. But that doesn't cjange who you are. You are our slave. Because of our love for you we're giving you a look at the person you really are meant to be. Lisha, you are a slave deep in your soul. You need a master and a mistress to make you experience the full richness of life. Tell me how do you feel when my dick is buried deep in your ass? How do you feel when Jamie's paddling you? How do you feel when you're on your knees? My womb lurches with anticipation. I keep my head bent, eyes lowered. I refuse to give them the answer they want.
Jess and Jamie discuss the situation and agree that I need more intense punishment. Not only will I receive my daily punishment but today I will be humbled even more. I shiver, fear, excitement? Both I think.
Jess tethers me hands and knees, collar connected to the floor. He presses the head of his penis to my entrance of my pussy. I'm wet and ready, anticipating his plunge inside me. Instead he merely rubs the head of his penis through the juices. Back and forth, teasing me, lubricating himself.
He moves the head from my eager pussy and presses it to the tender entrance to my behind. I clench my muscles, squeezing my entrance closed. He doesn't spread warm lubricant across the entrance, doesn't press any inside. Only the juices from my pussy provide the lubricant. His head is slick with just enough moisture to press inside me. He's tight, filling me, spreading, invading me. This time he doesn't go slow. This time he plunges deep inside me in one fierce shove. Lightning pain, my ass tightens releases, constricts, relaxes. I'm milking Jess. Unintentionally I'm milking his penis begging him to move inside me. Jess begins moving, slow strokes pulling out to the head then steady thrusts deep inside. "Feel me fuck you. I'm using your ass to show you that you're nothing more than my slave and I can fuck you when and how I want to. You like being on your knees having me fuck your ass, don't you little girl?! Jess questioned me.
At first nothing but pain registers in my mind. I don't realize when I began pressing back into his thrusts. Meeting him in intensity. Jess is huge inside me. He spreads me painfully around him. I relaxed, embrace him. His dominance brings me such pleasure it's heightened by the pain in his possession. I'm welcome each plunge, shove myself onto him. I'm begging him to fuck me harder. I need him deeper. I ache for him to swell, lengthen stretch me further. His hands squeeze my hips holding me steady. His cum is building, he pounds into me sinking deeper. His shaft thickens stretching me around him. He brings pain in his possession. I ripple with pleasure.
My pussy thickens clenches as if he's inside my pussy instead of my ass. I ache for him to fuck me there. Throb with the need to milk him with my pussy to bath him in my juices. I'm building though, cum is churning to the surface. My clit thickens pushes past the protective skin seeking the friction I'm craving.
Jess slams into me violently. He's engorged, molten cum shoots from the crescent on the head. He pumps into me filling me with hot searing cum. Over and over he withdraws then lunges back inside with another gush of semen.
My pussy is spasming. I'm so close, frozen on the very edge. One sweet brush of friction is all I need. Just a few more strokes of Jess's penis piercing my behind. Jess doesn't hold back though. His intent wasn't my pleasure. He used me, fucked me to show me that I was his slave. He showed me that his pleasure was what I am meant for. My pussy aches, my ass burns. I cry, but realized what I am being taught and somehow it fells right.
Jess pulled his semi-erect penis from my body. Tears filled my eyes. They fell uncheck, spilling onto my cheeks. Days ago I would have swiped them away defiant and angry, ready to fight. Days ago I wouldn't have cried at all.
Jess's voice called me back to awareness. His voice held no note of kindness, offered me no measure of comfort, only reprimand, chastisement for my misdeed. A reminder of my place, who I was, why I was here. He admonished me for my act of rebellion. Then encouraged me to repeat my defiant behavior. "I enjoy punishing you. Feeling the heat of your ass after it's been paddled into a bright cherry red. Shoving my dick into your tight little hole and then fucking you hard. I want you desperate to cum. I want you to ache so intently, your clit so swollen that it hurts. I want your absolute submission. My dick is hard and pulsing just thinking of ways to punish you."
I cringed. Jess's tone of voice assured me that he wasn't lying. My ass burned, my pussy quaked with need. I knew what Jess meant, felt it already.
Jamie handed a paddle to Jess then came and knelt at my side. I waited eagerly for her caress needing the comfort of her touch. Her hand cupped my breast. My nipple puckered against her palm. Pictures of her mouth closed over my nipple sucking me filled my mind. I imagined my nipple sucked hard inside her warm mouth. My nipple hardened against her palm.
I gasp, shocked, in pain. My nipple is engulfed in a million shard of pain. She gives me no time to accommodate, to embrace the intensity. A second clamp seals over my other nipple. Both are now pulsing into waves of torment. I arch my chest pushing my breasts into the pain, engaging it, embracing it. I know once I match the crashing waves of pain, relax into the pulse that the pleasure will be just as intense as the pain. That it will burst through me and each explosion will shoot straight to my pussy, engorging my clit. I breath, force myself to breath into the torment.
Jamie releases one clamp, reclamps it then does the same with the other. Now I do cry out, begging over and over. I apologize for rubbing my pussy, apologize for not obeying, for not being a better slave.
My ass explodes in flames. Jess delivers repeated blows each spaced seconds apart. The rhythm meant to keep me off balance, un prepared for the next stroke. I'm on fire, my ass is hot and burning my nipples surging each time the paddle connects with me behind. I can only beg, have no strength to do more than cry. I try to count the number of times the paddle connects with my ass but counting and numbers mean nothing only the intensity of my punishment.
Finally, it stops. The burning in my ass continues, it throbs in harmony with the pulsing of my nipples. Jess strokes his hand over one cheek then the other. I flinch. He delivers one final swat with his hand then steps around to my side. Any defiance I felt has been erased one stroke at a time.
Jamie releases my collar. I'm too dazed to move. Jess helps her lead me to a set of rings bolted to the floor. I'm stretched out on my back, my arms and legs tethered. The coolness of the floor soothes my behind a little but not enough. My nipples are still clamped, they throb painfully, erotically.
Jamie kneels straddling my stomach. She releases my right nipple from it's clamp. Blood pulses to the surface engorges my tormented nipple as a new wave of pain envelops me. The second clamp is released, both nipples harden swell they feel as if they'll burst. Jamie lowers her mouth to my breast, blows on my sensitive peak. I anticipate her warm mouth hold my breath waiting for the exquisite pleasure of her mouth. "Your nipples are exquisite. Each dark circle, crinkled in excitement. Because of the clamps your nipples stay hard all the time. They're like over rip berries, bumpy and sweet, begging to be eaten.
She flicks her tongue across one nipple then the other. My pussy explodes with pleasure. She closes her lips around me then sucks me inside. I'm liquid, warm, juices pool in my womb. Her mouth is sensual, warm, liquid around my sensitive tortured nipple. She draws me deep into her mouth it hurts but it's bliss. I'm melting, gathering into a pool of sweet sensual liquid. My clit is swollen, it aches. My clit feels as if it's swollen to the size of an olive, aching, exposed past it's protective shelter. My legs are spread wide, opening me to the caress of air. It teases me, taunts me.
Jamie sucks me hard taking me deep into her mouth and holds me there, sucking hard, milking me. My nipples are raw, responsive to every touch every breath of air. I embrace the torture the raw agony, I'm excited by it, I feel sexual, feminine. I arch my breasts up to her giving myself to her, embracing the way she's making me feel.
I groan, aching, throbbing, desperate. Jamie moves up, straddles my head. Her pussy hovers above me glistening, wet. Her scent flows to me rich and sexy. She lowers her pussy to my mouth. I raise my head to meet her. I'm so hungry, I need her to flow her juices into my mouth, flood me with her taste.
Just as she reaches me, as her swollen lips feel the caress of my tongue, Jess closes the clamps around my nipples. Returning me to the painful submission of torture. It's barely a distraction though. My hunger for Jamie's pussy is so strong so consuming. The burn in my nipples fuels the ache of hunger. My hunger for Jamie, her scent, her taste. The ache in my nipples, every sensation pulses to my clit, through my clit. I'm crying. Salty drops spill across my cheeks. I open my mind, open my body, expose my soul. I melt into the bliss of submission embracing it as part of my soul.
Jamie's pussy is creamy and sweet. I lick her silkiness with my tongue. Her lips are swollen, I suck on them tease them with my mouth. Each mouthful of her juices I swallow feeds me, feeds the pulsing demand centered in my womb. Licking her pussy, is pure, sweet heaven.
I slip my tongue between her inner lips, bury it in the passage to her core. Her liquid coats my tongue. I delve into her then withdraw, each time bringing another mouthful of her cream into my mouth. I'm fucking her with my tongue giving her pleasure. Her pleasure rewards me with mouthfuls of cream. The satisfaction I feel when serving her is imprinted on my soul. Each drop of cream that flows across my tongue washes away any last denials, I'm emotionally bound to Jamie. I'm grateful she's my teacher.
Jamie tilts her hips and brings her behind to my mouth. I love drinking from her pussy more but the exotic submission of having to pleasure her this way excites me. I would never have imagined that I'd willingly bury my tongue inside anyone's ass. But now I felt a rush of excitement at Jamie's demand that I do just that.
Her juices have spilled from her pussy and soaked her lips, inner thighs and her crinkled entrance. She tastes of pussy, tastes uniquely Jamie. When I slid my tongue past the entrance I taste Jess's cum. My pussy jumps with excitement. I pictured Jess behind Jamie. Her on her knees, Jess surging into her ass with his swollen penis. My pussy convulsed with need, excitement. I spasmed in pleasure. I was the one given the privilege of licking Jamie's ass, soothing it after Jess had fucked her then filled her with his cum.
I licked and teased her entrance, caressing stroking her. I pressed my tongue into her then withdrew, again and again I stroked her pressed into her. My pussy is convulsing. I ache and throb. I lick her ass, pouring all the desperation I feel, into giving her pleasure.
Jess jerked her ass from my mouth and smashed her clit into my mouth. I'd been anticipating having her clit in my mouth. I knew I'd make her cum when I was allowed to suck it. Now she throbbed inside my mouth. Her rich flavor engulfed me once more. I gently suckle her, gently milking her special bud. My tongue soft and flat I stroked her, caressed her. Her clit is so hard so engorged. She's pumping her hips fucking my mouth with her clit. I suck her, close my mouth over her and suck her not hard but not softly either. She's rubbing her clit against my teeth seeking friction. I suck her harder now, instinctively answering her needs. She fucks my mouth, I try to keep up with her by sucking and licking her. I grab a hold of her clit and suck it hard hold it tight while I lick it with the tip of my tongue. I reach to grab her hips to hold her in place while I fuck her with my mouth. My arms are bound keeping me from holding her.
Jamie bucks her hips rubbing her pussy up and down across my face. She freezes, poised with her clit filling my mouth. She cries out while I suck her clit. She convulses in orgasm while I lick her. She cums hard, waves of ecstasy spasm through her pussy. I lick her clit, suck her through her orgasm. Once the intense waves subside she tilts her pussy presses it to my mouth and spills her juices across my tongue. She's so rich, so creamy, pure liquid pleasure. Greedily I savor her juices as she spills them into my mouth. She coats my tongue, spills down my throat. I'm humbled. I feel such peace. Finally I feel as if I've found the pure simple belonging I've craved. I want to be submissive to Jamie and Jess. I love being their slave.
I should be angry, disgusted. Tethers connected to the cuffs at my wrists and ankles hold me in place. My arms are stretched out on either side of me and my legs spread wide exposing my most intimate places. A collar circles neck. It's used to restrain me while I kneel across a padded bench. Restrained, I'm helpless totally at the mercy of Jess and Jamie. Their intention is to teach me that I have no control, that I'm no longer the dominant person I was before. Laying on my back, tethered in place, my mistresses creamy juices rich and yummy in my mouth, and liking it, I think I'm learning.
Jess and Jamie have preformed a morning ritual of preparing me for the daily activities. It starts with a shower, a thorough cleansing inside and out. Then to the bench, on my knees, tethered in place. I'm spanked with a paddle. My cheeks burn as if on fire. Each stroke leaves a fiery imprint on my ass and a permanent mark on my soul. After the spankings came possession. Warm lubricant spread over and inside the entrance to my behind. Then Jess buries himself deep inside me. His intent is my submission not my pleasure. He fucks me hard demonstrating his dominance over me. Jamie does the same. I'd watch, holding my breath, waiting while she chooses the dildo she'd use that morning. My behind aches from Jess but I knew it was going to get worse. A little lubricant then Jamie would fuck me, harder and deeper than Jess had just moments before. This was always followed by another spanking.
I used to scream in rage. Then I'd cry and beg to be released. Screaming only brought worse punishment, crying and begging brought me no relief. I'm realizing that it's not so much my physical actions as it is my mental processes.
I have no choice when on my knees. I can only submit and be used in anyway Jamie or Jess chooses. I can rage against the treatment, the humiliation but it is easier if I understand and embrace the humility instead. It's the same with having to be on my knees Jess's penis buried against the back of my throat. I still hate the taste of cum. But I've learned that I love being on my knees for him. I love his hands bunched in my hair while the head of his penis drives deep into my throat. I love it when he explodes spraying hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. It makes me feel feminine and sexy. When Jess dominates me, I feel complete.
With Jamie it's a little bit different. I love the taste of her cum. Before, it was that she forced me to drink from her pussy that I hated. I love everything sexual and beautiful about her just like I love everything sexy and masculine about Jess. What I hated most was the submission part. Now I'm wet and aching knowing I'll be on my knees for one or both of them again soon.
Jamie moves her pussy from over my mouth, kneels at my side. She watches as Jess caresses his fingers up the inside of my thigh. I'm shaking. I know what he'll find when he reaches my pussy. I watch Jamie as she watches Jess. Like clouds parting and revealing the sun I see her beauty. She's like rich buttered cream, smooth and sensuous. But I can see deeper than that now. I see the erotic sensual person, I see the caring soul. I can also see the lust sparkling in her eyes and I'm grateful she's become my mistress.
Jess's fingers brush the lips of my pussy. I can't stop the shivers of pleasure. Liquid heat has spilled past the entrance, soaked my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my pussy from top to bottom. I close my eyes lost in the depths of pleasure. Jess's fingers against my pussy fan the desperate need my earlier submissions have ignited. I'm sexually inflamed but it's intensified by the pleasures of submission. I know just one caress, one puff of air against my throbbing clit would release me into orgasm but only if my master or mistress desires it.
I lay perfectly still, unmoving except for the shivers racing through me. I know my master expects me lay perfectly still unless given permission to do otherwise. I open my eyes and focus on Jamie's breasts. Imaging each perfect nipple, hard and ripe in my mouth. Jess dips one finger between my lips. My eyes close. I'm lost in pleasure, desperate. His finger caresses across the inside of my lips. His finger slick and warm, soaked with my juices. His finger slips up toward my clit. I'm so wet, my lips so swollen. My clit feels huge, swollen and throbbing. I hold my breath, the intensity of each throb of my clit robs me of the ability to breath.
Jess's finger brushes across my clit. My pussy is so soaked, so ready, my juices make my clit slippery. Just one stroke is all he gives me. His finger slides back down to the entrance of my pussy.
I'm panting. I ache so desperately. My nipples throb, my clit throbs, the walls inside my pussy throb. I need to milk a penis, a dildo, a finger,. Anything, something to stroke the walls of my pussy, something to milk while I cum around it.
Jess looks up from my pussy. He smiles a his sexy smile, first at me then Jamie. "Do you think our little slave has behaved well enough? He asks Jamie. "I don't know. What do you think, slave? Jamie turns to me ands asks. My first instinct is to cry out and beg for my pussy to be stroked, that I be allowed to cum. But I know instinctively that will only bring denial. My pussy aches so intently I can barely think. Gathering every ounce of rational thought I can find I lower my eyes and address my mistress. "Mistress if you desire my orgasm then that is my desire as well." Addressing Jess, "Master my pussy is swollen, dripping wet and aching. My body begs you to rub me then milk me while I cum. Master my body is to serve you and fulfill your desires. I beg you to use me for your pleasure." It sounded like crap but aching so desperately, I couldn't come up with a better way of begging for release.
I know what I said sounded too perfect almost practiced. I meant what I said though. I freely gave myself to them. I desired their pleasure, craved their joy. My body ached, in some places it was a dull pain, but because it was given to me by my Master and Mistress it brought me joy. I eagerly embraced the new insight into my self that they had given me. I offered devotion as only a slave could give her master and mistress.
Jamie smiled at me, a beautiful loving smile. "Good little slave," she whispered against my lips. Her mouth captured mine, dominant, possessive. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, held me captive, nursed. The tip of her tongue traces across the curve teased the crease where top and bottom met. She nibbled, sucked and milked my bottom lip, my clit pulsed as if it were being sucked instead. I couldn't hide the depth of response Jamie induced from me. I groaned hungry and needy.
Jamie pressed her tongue along mine, stroking and caressing. One of the most erotic simulations of sex is the dance of one tongue against the other. The sensuous dance of Jamie's tongue against mine flooded my mind, my body with liquid fire. Every point of desire was peaked and swollen, throbbing painfully. My pussy clenched, spasmed. Moments before I'd been well behaved, but now my hips pumped in desperation.
Jess slid his hand up the length of my pussy. I jumped, startled, desperate. Jamie cupped my face with her hands, held me prisoner. Jamie pressed his fingers into the crease between my lips. My creamy juices coated the tips of his fingers. Soaking wet he spread the juices down and over the entrance of my behind.
Jamie's mouth, Jess's fingers, I shivered. Jess slid his fingers back up to my pussy. Slick and silken through the milky pool of juices his fingers caressed. Then pure rapture as he finds my engorged clit.
Jess prolongs my agony and withdraws his touch from my aching bud. His fingers dip once more into the pool. I scream into Jamie's mouth as he plunges them deep inside. Slow measured strokes, slow sensual withdraw followed by erotic rapturous plunges, of fingers spreading wide the walls of my pussy.
I panted, crying constantly into Jamie's mouth. I am so hungry! My body is so sensitive, so heightened. Thick silken cum boils deep inside my pussy and my clit is pulsing with each beat of my pulse with each plunge and withdraw of Jamie's tongue, Jess's fingers.
Jess's hand presses against my hip. The fingers of his other hand encounter my clit. He holds me, my hips pressed to the floor. His cream soaked fingers glide back and forth across my clit. I pant, cry, embrace the building of cum deep in my pussy. Jess smears my juices back and forth across my clit driving me quickly towards the edge.
He pauses. I'm one stroke, one brush from release. My body is alive in protest in desperation. Jess warm mouth closes over my pussy. His tongue delves into my depths. I thrust my hips, raising them, pumping them, fucking myself with his tongue. I'm screaming, on the edge. My pussy is thick and swollen, milky cum swells towards the surface.
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Education for Success
Jess closes his mouth over my clit. Warm rapture encases me. Each stroke with his tongue sends me closer. I've been desperate to cum for days. On the edge and denied over and over again. Jess's tongue brings that magical stroke and sends me screaming into spasms of rapture. Jess's hands on my hips hold me prisoner while he licks me through my orgasm. Too soon the waves of rapture subside, too soon I'm sensitive. Jess holds me down laps my clit, licks me further. I squirm, too sensitive to touch. Jess sucks me. I fight for freedom. Still Jess licks me, sucks me. I'm startled as another orgasm engulfs me. It embraces me, overwhelms me, I shatter into sparks of pleasure. My pussy feels as if I'm exploding, it's as if I'm turning inside out.
I lay panting, unable to fill my lungs with enough air to breath. "Thank You," is the only thought I can form.
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