Jen looked up at me as I pulled the strap-on out of her ass; even being gagged, she could tell me she wasn't nearly done. I slapped her big, bouncy ass and told her I would keep going if she promised to use her incredible tongue to pleasure me when I was finished with her. Even without speaking a word, I knew she would make good on her promise - the tattoo on the small of her back that had my name with a heart on fire told me everything. Yes, Marie was my lover, but Jen and I had a connection that was perfect. I loved her submissive slut nature and the fact that, if I got horny in the middle of the night, I could wake Jen up, and she would gladly lick my pussy until I screamed and woke the entire house up. Marie would tell me to go to hell; Jen would do anything I asked with a smile.
I replaced the toy on my strap-on with a longer, thicker one to go with her gigagntic ass, which had expanded over the year that I had been lovers with her. I measured it at 78 inches around now, and her gorgeous breasts reached 68 inches around. She didn't know her bra size anymore, having gone with just heels and g-strings, and the g-strings were only because she loved ordering bigger and bigger ones to accomodate her massive ass; she was just as happy going nude.
I stuffed the long, thick strap-on in her luscious ass and thrusted it deep into her, making sure she knew I was boss. She absolutely loved being ass-fucked, and anything that involved punishing her delicious, never-ending ass was heaven for her. As such, I was using a whip in one hand and lashing the tattoo on her right ass cheek of her girlfriend's name. She knew Marie and I owned Carol, her slutty girlfriend, and could do as we pleased with both of them.
I watched as Marie spread her sexy legs and forced a handcuffed, blindfolded Carol to eat her out. Marie was blonde, beautiful, and very demanding, and Carol, despite being the one who dominated and controlled Jen for the entire time they were together, had embraced her submissive side and fallen under Marie's spell. I felt as if Jen was mine now, not Carol's, and Carol belonged to the luscious Marie instead of dominating Jen. Both girls had turned into mindless play-things, and as much as both Marie and I loved to submit some of the time, we were in control, and our bitches knew it.
Carol loved showing off the new tattoo of Marie's name just above her ass-crack; both Carol and Jen's bodies were like canvases for Marie and myself to mark as we pleased. Both had tattoos, piercings, and a few markings from when Marie and I decided to use them as ashtrays. My favorite spots were Jen's sensitive nipples and the top of her ass-crack, though her navel did the job just as well.
I got hornier and more insatiable as I rode Jen's ass harder, burning her ass with yet another cigarette as I immediately lit another. I smoke one cigarette after another when I'm as horny as Jen makes me, and the fact that I can smoke while Jen can't gets me incredibly hot. Even if I satisfy her with the strap-on, she craves cigarettes and sweets and knows that the only way she's getting them is if she puts her sexy tongue to work.
So as I listen to her muffled screaming, mostly from the strap-on pleasuring her fat ass but partially from the cigarette I just put out on her gorgeous ass-crack, I remind her just how much of a whore she is as I listen to her orgasm. I make her get on her hands and knees when I fuck her ass, and it's always where I can shackle her wrists and ankles; I love watching her bounce.
I drop the whip and grab onto her body, forcing the strap-on deeper into her ass to the point where I'm grinding against her. She's the only girl I know who can take all 36 inches and love it - it's 4 inches around, too, and when I show it to her, she begs for it before I stuff the gag in her mouth. She's such a good slut. Marie showed it to Carol once before telling her she was going to fuck her in the ass; Carol almost cried out of fear, and Marie used a normal-sized toy on Carol's candy-ass. That said, Carol's a smaller, more athletic girl who is new to submitting. Jen had been taking toys in her ass since Blondie was her nanny and loving it.
Jen's climax died down, and I could see her getting hungry for my pussy. I slapped her ass and slipped the strap-on out as I licked my lips and took my place right in front of her with legs spread. She was totally obedient to me, but I loved having her shackled while she worked me over with her slut tongue.
Just to taunt her a little more, I lit another cigarette before I took the gag out of her mouth; after I did, I slapped her and ordered her to lick my pussy. She smiled and dove right in as I laid back, spread my legs, and smoked. I had trimmed my pussy into a landing strip, as had Marie and a few of our other girls; Jen, like a good slave, was shaved at all times, and her pussy was tattooed as belonging to me.
Her tongue was born to be between my legs, and she proved it by heading right for my g-spot. She gave me the most wonderful sensations as she tongued me - it was even nicer when she used her hands to play with my nipples, and especially my nipple rings, but the fact that she was shackled was even hotter. When I treated her like a lover, she did that for me and I did the same, lovingly tongueing her bald, tattooed pussy to a heavenly orgasm as her extra-large breasts bounced. Sometimes she played with them; other times I did. She just loved having hands on her breasts.
Not as much as she loved my leather whip on them, though, and that's why I treated her like a slave most of fhe time. It's the role she loved to play no matter how in love with me she is. She loved the rough treatment as much as she loved being forced to her hands and knees and made to serve me. And I loved the feeling of her delicious tongue between my legs spreading my pussy lips - she didn't stray far from my g-spot and always came back to it just to let me know how much she loved eating me out.
Carol was more calculated and deliberate with Marie than the ravenous Jen was with me; Jen knew what she wanted, and that was to make me scream. So I grabbed her hair and pressed her mouth onto me; her tongue only sped up as I called her a few choice names...'pussy-loving slut-bitch' really got her going. I loved to degrade her, but the intensity of the orgasm building caused me to lose the ability to form words, and soon, I sounded a bit like my airheaded lover, who usually didn't know anything more advanced than 'Spank my fat ass, Brandi. I want you so bad.'
She made me scream like a banshee as I wrapped my legs around her head; I knew I was smothering her, and neither she nor I cared. She knew that pleasuring me was far more important than a minor thing like breathing, and she knew I wouldn't settle for anything less than one mind-blowing orgasm after another. She didn't stop or slow down, not once coming up for air. So I wrapped my legs tighter and held on while she kept licking, lighting my g-spot ablaze and giving me the best pleasure anyone could give me.
The slut never let up and didn't mind a bit that I was pulling her long, blonde hair and calling her a whore while she pleasured me. I knew she loved it, and I could tell that the pain of having her hair pulled was a lot like having her extra-large breasts tortured - pain for her was pleasure, especially when I inflicted it. I wanted to whip her so bad, but the orgasm she was giving me was keeping me from doing almost anything. Anything, that is, except for screaming, yanking her hair, and looking over at Marie quietly enjoying a cigarette and Carol's tongue. That dumb bitch didn't know what she was missing being tongue-fucked by Jen, but she said she preferred Carol. Apparently, all-powerful orgasms are not at the top of Marie's list of fun things to get.
I finally released Jen's head and let her hair go, and as I cooled off, she looked up at me and smiled. She didn't mind being on her hands and knees in shackles while I caught my breath, knowing that this was just the beginning for us. As I got my strength back, I smiled over at Marie, who was still waiting for her orgasm from a more timid Carol, and I took Jen upstairs for a long evening of tongueing each other to infinite pleasure. I smiled as I told her I had a surprise for her tomorrow, and as eager as she was for that surprise, I knew that, more than anything, we wanted to bury our faces in each other's sweet pussies and go at it like the wild women we are. I wanted to grab her big, beautiful ass and make her scream.
My surprise for her was waiting at the school where Jen and I met and started our passionate affair. I still taught high school, but I wore heels and g-strings, the students were sex addicts who dressed like I did, and every day was a massive lesbian orgy. A girl couldn't go through a day without eating another girl out and getting the favor returned, usually multiple times. Teachers, staff, and Lola the sexy headmistress were all just as girl-crazy as the student body, and students joining the staff for sex was a daily occurrence. Jen and I had started the best thing ever at my high school.
But there were a few prudish girls who didn't participate, even dressing in normal clothes instead of showing off their delicious bodies...and all the girls were gorgeous. My last class of the day had a delicious blonde named Brittany who reminded me of Jen, except Jen was an experienced slut and Brittany prided herself on never having even kissed another girl. Changing that was a challenge, sure, but Jen and I were up for it.
I brought Jen in as a guest to my last class; she spent most of the day tongueing teachers and the sexy Lola in the lounge, and though I brought her into my class in chains and handcuffs, I had something even better planned. Jen didn't know it, and neither did Brittany, but I was about to have the hottest threesome ever with those two bitches.
I wrote a note on Brittany's latest quiz asking her to see me in my office after class. I lovingly added 'Love, B' at the end, and she looked at me with a disgusted face. Jen smiled and winked at me, knowing exactly what I wrote - it was the love note I gave her on a quiz right before our hot, naked affair began. I spent the class period flirting with Brittany, even to the point of another delicious student smiling and saying,
'Save your energy, Brandi. I'll satisfy you.'
I lovingly told her I would invite her in tomorrow, and she winked and accepted. Soon after, Brittany opened up a bit more, even cracking a smile and crossing her legs so I could see under her skirt - and I was a bit surprised. I had peeked up her skirt before and seen plain underwear and no evidence of her grooming her bush; today, despite appearing to be dressed normally, was a black g-string. I winked at another girl, who discreetly undid her skirt. What I saw underneath was incredibly hot, and it gave away my surprise for Jen, even if I hadn't intended it to.
She had on a leather g-string and nothing more underneath, and laced into her g-string on the front was a cursive, bold red embroidery of the word 'Mistress.' Jen's eyes widened as she prepared to submit to Brittany, but I winked as if to tell her otherwise. She still had no idea, and I loved that. Brittany winked and Jen and pointed to me. She knew exactly what I wanted.
The bell rang, and the horny student body left, except for Brittany; she came into my office with me after I undid Jen's chains and cuffs. Within seconds, Brittany was in a g-string like the two of us, and her tongue was down Jen's throat. They felt each other up, with Brittany lovingly telling Jen she had a great ass...Brittany's wasn't too bad, either; her ass was big and bouncy, and her breasts were finally free from that contraption she called a bra. Jen never wore bras, and I stopped a long time ago.
The words I had waited to hear came off of Brittany's tongue as I waited eagerly; she told her new lover Jen,
'Let's dominate this bitch.'
Jen smiled as she got ready to switch roles with me, knowing that this was the best surprise I could have given her. First, they made me put on a new g-string that said 'Slave' on it - black leather like Brittany's and it fit me perfectly. Jen opened up the box I set on my office desk for her; this was supposed to be how I gave her the surprise, but Brittany beat me to it - a g-string that matched Brittany's, right down to the 'Mistress' sewn into it. Jen's was, of course, a lot larger, and she told me she wanted a bigger one soon to match it. I didn't know when I would let Jen dominate me again - I loved to submit, but I was hardly a real slave and was doing this just for the thrill - but I knew I would gladly kneel for Brittany any time.
The girls bent me over the desk with my ass in the air, tying my hands over the edge of my desk and shackling my feet. Brittany knew exactly what she was doing, but before I could ask her how she got so good, she gagged me and slapped my face. Jen lit a cigarette, looking at my handcuffed body and lovingly telling me,
'This is for all those times you deprived me, Brandi. It's my turn now.'
Oh my God. Did Jen actually think of this as revenge? And that sentence - was she really some kind of genius posing as an airhead? Had she played dumb just to get in my panties and turn me into her bitch? And now, was I doomed to spend my life smothered by her massive ass while she fed her addictions and deprived me of mine? I felt myself sweating and hyperventilating as fear took over. I wasn't a slave. I couldn't be her bitch. What was I going to do when this was over except...except...
...except bury my face in her ass and call her my Goddess while Brittany caned my ass and hurt me as much as she could. Except scream in pleasure and pain as Brittany lashed my tits and tortured my nipples while Jen fucked my ass with a giant strap-on. Except maybe even swallow her piss and let her force me to grow out my already-luscious ass to Jen-like proportions to the point where we have to buy a bigger bed just to accomodate all the ass. If I could say anything through that gag, I would have told them to make me their slave right then and there. I wanted to serve. I knew in the back of my mind that Brittany was just turning me on using anything she could, including rubbing my nipples and running a toy along my ass-crack, but at the same time, they were inflicting pain on my ass, thighs, and pussy - and I was loving it.
Brittany lifted my hands above my head and shackled me to the dangling wrist cuffs that I used for so many of my students, never once letting one of them shackle me. Some teachers had a reputation as submissive slaves, and I was about to get that same reputation...in fact, Marie and I were the only hardcore Dommes, and I knew Marie had knelt before a few beautiful students. I felt like the students were taking over. And I couldn't be happier.
I felt a paddle on my ass, clearly from Brittany, since Jen was smoking and eyeing me...Brittany said she didn't smoke but didn't mind it...and my ass bounced for her. I shook my big, black ass for the secy blonde Brittany while she paddled me harder and harder. I would have begged for her to show me no mercy if I weren't already gagged...I've played the slave for girls who had no idea what they were doing and left me ungagged just for ideas on how to dominate me; usually I just had to tell them to stop and dominate them myself...but when Brittany went right for that gag, I knew right then that she knew just what she was doing.
Jen and Brittany laughed and kissed as Brittany worked my ass over; I felt like such a slut and I loved it. Jen taunted me by blowing smoke in my face, smiling, and asking,
'How's it feel being my bitch, Brandi? You like it, slut?'
I did like it. Jen stuck her giant ass in my face as if to smother me, and I just buried it between those delicious cheeks. Even if I couldn't tongue her gorgeous tattoo-covered ass, I could enjoy every inch of it while Brittany punished my ass. I imagimed having the tattoos on my ass erased and replaced with one that marked me as Brittany and Jen's bitch. To hell with Marie. She didn't know what she was missing by not enjoying two busty, big-assed blondes.
Her huge ass covered my face and stopped me from breathing, but I didn't mind a bit no matter how long she kept me from drawing breath. I just loved that ass of hers, and I loved the way she taunted me with it. Brittany had switched to a whip, and I was completely helpless. I knew Jen felt the same way when I dominated her, but this was even better - unable to move, speak, stop the punishment, or even control my breathing, and I was in absolute ecstasy.
Jen lifted her ass of my face and smiled at me, slapping my left cheek and calling me a slut. I teased her with names like that all the time, and I knew she was enjoying her revenge. She blew smoke in my face and winked at me, asking,
'You like being punished, Brandi? You like being my bitch? Because Brittany and I own your ass now, so get used to it.'
I looked up at her with a bit of fear; she just smiled and told me,
'That was beautiful. I love being a sex slave and playing an airhead. But for you, I'm taking my revenge. You're going to be the ultimate sex slave.'
She slapped me again as Brittany walked up to me with a big grin on her face and said,
'Jen's my best friend. I dominate her all the time. I even let her dominate me. And now, you're our bitch, Brandi.'
They looked at me...Brittany and Jen shared a smoke (Brittany lied about not being a smoker, of course) and they tongued each other, asking what they should do with their 'worthless' slave. Jen winked and said,
'I have an idea, Brit. Get in her desk drawer.'
At that point, I knew what she had in mind. Brittany got out the two things I had never let anyone else use - my giant strap-on and my brainwashing watch. But they forgot one little detail - while Brittany brainwashed me and Jen fucked my ass, who would whip my tits...
...and Brittany put out her cigarette at the top of my ass-crack and smiled as she said,
'You're sure I can't brainwash you nd whip your tits, aren't you? I spied on you and got good whipping Jen. And now, it's your turn.'
My pussy was dripping as Jen cuffed my hands to the shackles in the ceiling; I was standing up, cuffed, gagged, and about ready for the hottest experience of my life. Brittany dangled the watch with her left hand and lashed my tits with her right; Jen showed me just how good she was with that strap-on.
This was the 24 inches I used in her big ass...but I warmed her up to it before by breaking her in with bigger and bigger toys. The most I've had in my ass has been 10 inches and not too thick. Jen was definitely enjoying her revenge. She knew I was enjoying it as she ground her body against me and thrust the strap-on all the way in. My ass was nowhere near ready, but I was.
Brittany alternate dbetween my breasts, keeping up with them as I jiggled them for her excitement; Jen seemed to turn back into an airhead as she pounded my ass. Brittany, however, was using her power over me very well. She ungagged me and told me to respond with 'Yes, Brittany,' to everything she said. I was about to be brainwashed. I had never let anyone brainwash me - I always kept control of my mind before, but I didn't want to now. I wanted to be Jen's slave.
I felt an orgasm coming on as Brittany started to give me her demands. I wanted to obey her mindlessly. I wanted to be the airhead. I didn't know how I would teach anymore, other than a class on eating pussy, which was what every class here at school turned into...but I didn't care because I was now Brittany and Jen's plaything.
Brittany crushed out the cigarette in her mouth and looked into my eyes as she told me,
'You're the airhead now, Brandi.'
'You will do exactly what I say and love it.'
'You will serve Jen in any way she wants.'
'You will swallow piss and submit to every student.'
'You are incapable of disobeying me.'
With every 'Yes, Brittany,' my mind melted and my body shook with pleasure. I felt myself gettin closer to orgasm as my ass ripped apart...I was in absolute ecstasy as I prepared for a life of serving my new Mistresses...
...when Brittany did something I didn't expect and barked an order to Jen. The words were 'Pull out now.' As into my ass as Jen was, she obeyed Brittany instantly and dropped to her knees with her hands behind her back. Brittany stopped whipping me and I never got my orgasm; she instead turned her attention to Jen, who was ordered to kneel in front of me.
Brittany stripped off Jen's g-string and stuffed it in her mouth; she then cuffed Jen's wrists and ankles. I didn't know what the hell was going on. I tried to tell Brittany that I wanted to serve her and Jen, but I couldn't get the words out.
Then she kissed me. I was hoping this would brainwash me. I didn't mind that all I got was the taste of her sweet mouth and tongue, which was pierced. I melted into her body as she undid my restraints; I tried to stop her but she just pinned me against the desk and kissed me deeper. I just wanted her. She grabbed my burning ass. Jen could only watch.
Brittany broke the kiss and smiled as she told me,
'Relax, Brandi. I'm on your side. I let Jen do this to punish her.'
She told me that she punished Jen in very unique ways, and letting her try to dominate me and stopping just short was the ultimate punishment. I sweetly asked her if I was ever going to get my orgasm, and she smiled and touched her tongue to mine again. She lovingly told me,
'Now why would I deny a sexy lady like you? There's just one thing, though.'
She slid my g-string off and stuffed it in my mouth; I accepted it and gave her my hands to cuff again. She did, and she put something else over my mouth; but I couldn't tell what it was because I was blindfolded as well. She spread my legs and chained them up in the air, leaving my ass exposed. My head rested against the desk. I was helpless and at Brittany's complete mercy.
She straddled my face, having removed her g-string, and slid her pussy over the device she put over my mouth - some sort of fucktoy. I felt Jen between my legs; she must be ungagged and ready to serve. I didn't care what they did to me. Brittany looked down at Jen and told her coldly,
'You know what to do, slut.'
I couldn't do anything. I worked my mouth so that Brittany could ride my face; Jen tongued my pussy like she was born to. I loved having her over me and being in chains like the slut I had become while Jen gave me a mind-blowing tongue-lashing. I wanted to climax so bad, and I wanted to help my love Brittany get off. She was very fast and forceful, not caring if she crushed my face and enjoying the fact that she could, all the while the toy going into her and pleasing her like Jen was pleasing me.
As close to orgasm as I was, it didn't take much of Jen's sexy tongue to bring me to climax, and that's exactly what she did as Brittany smothered me with her gorgeous ass and pussy. As I started to scream through my gag, my face pounded Brittany's tight pussy harder and with more force than before; if only I wasn't handcuffed, I could grab her ass and bounce her on the toy myself. But I knew this was what Brittany wanted - her two sluts powerless to do anything but pleasure us and each other. I couldn't think of anything else as Jen continued to tongue me.
Jen was giving me one orgasm after another, and I was absolutely loving it. Soon, Brittany was reaching climax, too, and she couldn't get enough; she forced herself onto my face, not caring if she treated me rough. I loved that about her and knew I would be serving her for a long time. This was more than just exploring my submissive side like I had done with Carol - I felt myself wanting to obey Brittany. No one had ever had that kind of power over me. It was the greatest feeling in the world turning over all that power to the luscious Brittany.
Jen was giving me multiple orgasms, not stopping or even slowing down; it's as if her tongue never got tired. I could have climaxed for hours, and I knew I would hold out until Brittany got off my face and told me I was worthless. I loved how cruel she could be, and to think that she walked into my classroom putting on the act of being a prude who never even kissed a girl. She was as good at dominating a woman as I was...even better, since I wanted to serve her.
After what felt like forever of two beauties in heaven and a third who lived to lick pussy, Brittany's last orgasm died down, and although I was in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, Brittany got down from my face and got behind Jen, slapping her on the ass. She ordered her,
'Stop now. She's had enough.'
Brittany was satisfied but upset - she explained to Jen that she was only to tongue me close to orgasm and not actually give me one. Jen tried to defend herself; I heard her stammer,
'I love Brandi--'
Brittany slapped her face and shouted,
'You don't serve her anymore, slut! You serve me! You're my bitch, and you do whatever the fuck I tell you!'
Her next demand was,
'You're coming to my place, slut. I'm punishing you like you've never been punished before. Your pecious Brandi stays here tonight in chains.'
She laughed a bit as she explained that Jen really was an airhead, and those seemingly-intelligent lines she spouted to make me think otherwise were fed to her by Brittany. She was trying to make me realize how much I really loved to submit (something I already knew) and told me,
'You crave me now, Brandi. You want nothing but to please me.'
As she walked out the door without taking off my gag, blindfold, or chains, I laid back and realized I had met my match. I had to think of a way to get back at her and make her submit. I wanted Jen back. I knew she was too dumb and too submissive to come back to me on her own when Brittany gave her the cruel punishment she begged for.
After a few hours of thinking and listening to my phone ring but being unable to answer, I drifted off to sleep and woke up to the sound of students filling my classroom the next morning. The girl who opened my office and came to unchain me was none other than the sweet girl who offered me her body yesterday when I was trying to seduce Brittany. She didn't undo my blindfold or gag, but I could tell by her voice and the fact that she was jingling keys at me to my chains. She sweetly asked me,
'Rough night last night, Brandi?'
Then she laughed as she walked away and told me,
'I'm off to let Brittany paddle me. Enjoy being chained up, slut.'