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Sue spent most of the night tugging fruitlessly on the straps holding her in place. Even though she had come twice yesterday, she was on fire with need. She was finding the reversal in roles to be incredible arousing. Sue had never been submissive before, but surrendering the lead to Gwen was easier than she had imagined.
A sharp slap on her ass woke her up the next morning. She stood up when the last strap was released and waited for Gwen’s first order.
“Good girl. You’re such a natural at this.” Gwen handed her a couple of silky pieces of fabric. “Go to your bathroom and make yourself presentable. When you’re finished, hand wash my panties.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sue turned to leave with a pair of panties in each hand.
“Oh, I think you should carry them in your mouth. Leave them there as a sort of pre-wash until you are ready to clean them properly.”
Sue sighed, “Yes, Mistress.”
She looked down at what she held. The dark green pair was a little crusty and the maroon pair felt warm and damp to her touch. Bringing the panties to her mouth, she caught a whiff of the aroma and was surprised when her mouth began to water.
Stuffing them inside, she glanced at Gwen for approval and blushed at the knowing look on Gwen’s face.
“Don’t you look cute?” asked Gwen as she laughed. “You’re really enjoying the taste of me, aren’t you?” She slapped Sue’s ass. “Hurry up. I’ll be waiting for breakfast.”
Sue jumped and scurried to the bathroom. She caught a look at herself when she arrived and was surprised at what she saw. Despite her uncomfortable night, her eyes were bright. Her cheeks were puffed out from the mouthful of panties and there was a blush that spread from her face to her chest.
She had to admit to herself that she had never looked nor felt so alive. It was turning in to a vicious cycle: she was always stimulated and the hotter she seemed to get, the more she wanted Gwen to do things to her. The shame and the loss of control was turning her on.
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and Gwen’s secretions and got busy getting herself clean. She had no idea what was in store for her today but she knew better than to keep Gwen waiting.
Hanging the freshly cleaned panties on the towel rack, Sue scurried into the kitchen. She made scrambled eggs for Gwen and herself. When she was ready to plate up, she jumped when Gwen appeared at her shoulder and told her to put everything on one plate.
Gwen sat down in the dining room and told Sue to stand slightly behind and to the side of her chair. “Slaves should be in position for ready service without making a nuisance of themselves. Anticipate my needs for refills or condiments, fulfill them and, then, disappear.”
Tapping the table, she said, “For example, the salt and pepper shakers are out of my reach.”
Sue jumped forward and moved the shakers. With the barest hesitation, she scurried back to her position near the wall.
“Good. If I notice something before you I will tap the table. You will have a moment or two to figure out my need. If I have to tell you what I need, you’ll be punished for failing.”
Gwen ate and drank, while Sue watched with her stomach rumbling. She had not had a good meal since Gwen had arrived and taken over her life. As hungry as she was, she knew that Gwen had some humiliation planned before she would see any food.
She noticed that Gwen had almost finished her glass of orange juice, so she scurried to the kitchen for the container.
“Just half a glass more, pet.”
Wiping her mouth after her last bite, Gwen picked up her plate and put it on the floor. She placed her bare feet on the plate and squished the remaining eggs between her toes. Looking over to Sue, she grinned.
“Breakfast is served, slave. Come over here and get it.”
Sue felt slightly queasy but she dropped to her knees and put her face to the plate. She was so hungry that she quickly slurped up the eggs.
“I expect there to be not the slightest speck on my feet or the china when you’re through.”
Sue sighed and sucked one of Gwen’s toes into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around, she swallowed the small bit of egg and then moved to the next toe. She finally sat back after the plate and Gwen’s feet were completely cleaned.
“Not bad. Now, go clean the kitchen and join me in the living room. You are to be facing me, on your knees, with your arms clasped behind you in twelve minutes.”
Sue jumped up and scurried to obey. She did not understand what Gwen was playing at with these odd times but it was never enough for her slack off. She just barely got into position before the couch before time ran out.
Gwen sat smirking at her for a while. She was really enjoying turning the butch into her pet. She finally cleared her throat. “Today, as you know is the day of the Big Game.” Gwen leaned back. “I’ve never missed watching it and know that I’m going to enjoy it more this year because I have my own personal cheerleader.”
Gwen reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a small handful of blue and yellow cloth. She shook it out to reveal a one piece cheerleading uniform. “Put this on.”
“No.” Sue’s face was a mask of horror. She had always held cheerleaders in slight contempt. She had been a real athlete, not a bimbo who bounced around to excite equally brainless boys. There was no way that she would put on such a hated uniform.
“Did you just say ‘no’ to me?”
“Mistress, please. Don’t make me wear that.”
“You have a choice. You can put it on now with no further backtalk or you can get across my knees for a spanking and when I’m finished with your ass, you’ll put it on.”
Sue wanted to fight her on this. It was too demeaning. However, she was still wearing the bruises from yesterday’s punishments and didn’t want to gain any new ones. Tears in her eyes, she reached out for the uniform.
“I knew you weren’t entirely stupid,” gloated Gwen. She watched Sue struggle and wiggle to get into the too tight skirt.
It pinched at her waist and the bottom of the skirt barely covered the cheeks of her ass. The only loose place was around the chest. Obviously, cheerleaders were expected to have larger attributes than hers.
“To help you learn your new skill, the US Cheerleading Championships are on ESPN. I want you to grab these pompoms and get on your knees, in front of the TV.”
While Sue watched and tried to learn, Gwen took several pictures. She then downloaded her camera into her laptop. There were a number of pictures that she had taken of Sue restrained and sleeping both evenings.
For a while, Gwen amused herself with setting up a slideshow. She wasn’t satisfied by the number of pictures and resolved to take quite a few more before the weekend was over. Glancing at the clock, she saw that the pre-game show was about to start.
“Okay, slave. Show me what you learned.”
For the next several minutes, Sue sweated and strained through the high kicks and jumps. She wasn’t flexible enough for the splits but tried them anyway. Through it all, she shook the pompoms energetically and turned and twisted until she was panting.
“Shake your boobs,” called Gwen as she lifted the camera up for another picture. She giggled and said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize that you were trying to do so. They’re just so small it is hard to tell.”
Sue grimaced at yet another reminder of how much smaller her breasts were. She had always been sensitive about their size but Gwen’s constant ridicule was making her feel entirely undeveloped.
Gwen glanced at her watch and hastily switched channels. She sighed happily at the sight of her team getting ready to storm onto the field.
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor at her feet. “Now, here are the ground rules,” she said to Sue, “You are to cheer for every drive. Those pom-poms better keep moving for every tackle, sack and yardage gain.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You are to lick me to orgasm for every touchdown. I will fuck you for every field goal.” She paused and added, “I’ll fuck you up the ass if they get a safety. Won’t that be fun?”
Through gritted teeth, Sue said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“And, best of all, I’ll let you rim me every time Cal makes the extra points.”
Gwen reached into her duffle and pulled out a strap on. Sue gasped at the size of the cock. It was much fatter and longer than the one she used to own.
“It is a good thing that you’re always so wet or you might have some trouble with this one,” Gwen said with a smile. “I think you’re ready to graduate to taking some big girl cock.”
Sue swallowed. She could hardly imagine being able to take that monster in her cunt, much less in her ass. She prayed for a lot of touchdowns and for Cal not to make any mistakes around the end zone.
Gwen wiggled out of her panties and made herself comfortable on the couch. “It felt so good when you were sucking on my toes earlier, you can go back to doing that while we wait for kickoff.”
Resigned, Sue lay down on the rug. As she wiggled into place, she could feel the slickness that painted both thighs. She was already dripping wet and she just knew that she was going to have a long afternoon.
At the end of the first half and after three orgasms, Gwen called on her cell phone for a pizza. This day was turning out better than she hoped. Fucking Sue with the larger cock had been great fun especially as she had kept Sue from coming.
Sue’s arousal was starting to define her. During commercials, when she didn’t have to cheer, she was willingly going to her knees to kiss and lick Gwen’s pussy. She just could not get enough of Gwen’s sweet juice.
When the doorbell rang, Gwen casually lifted her foot and pushed Sue back. She smiled as she watched Sue lick her lips clean.
“Good, slut. You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
Sue nodded.
“I told you today would be fun. However much you’re liking your new favorite activity, the pizza is here. Get up and bring it here.”
Sue had been so preoccupied that she hadn’t heard the bell. She felt like she was in a haze and she blinked at Gwen. Slowly, it sank into her brain that she was expected to answer the door in her current state of dress.
Sue ran her hands nervously down her scantily clad body. The navy uniform with pleated skirt was very short and she was horribly embarrassed to be seen in public and by the pizza deliverer wearing it. “Mistress, may I change clothes?”
“No, you stupid slave. You should be proud to be allowed to wear the colors of my school. Now, go get the door.”
Whimpering, Sue scurried to the front door and opened it. She quickly took the box and realized that she did not have any money. Blushing furiously, she scurried to her wallet and got enough cash to pay the man.
Her pussy spasmed from the thought of what she must look like. Even worse, she knew that her state of arousal was evident to the nose. She tried not to make eye contact, knowing that he was enjoying the show.
She gratefully closed the door and his leering face. With a sigh, Sue returned to the living room with the box held up.
Wordlessly, Gwen pointed at the coffee table and waited while Sue set down the pizza. “Get over here across my lap.”
Sue lay down with her butt in the air. She felt so young and very vulnerable to be over Gwen’s knees, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
Gwen pushed the short skirt out of her way and laid several spanks with her bare hand on Sue’s ass. “When will you learn not to question me? Simple obedience is all I ask and you can’t even get that right.”
“Mistress, I’m sorry,” Sue wailed. Her still tender backside clenched as the blows fell. She felt so badly for disappointing Gwen again.
“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for disciplining me,” she cried when Gwen finally stopped spanking her.
Reaching into her duffle, Gwen pulled out the bottle of lube. She greased up the handle of one of the pompoms and worked it into Sue’s ass.
She ignored Sue’s moans and pleas. “Maybe this will help you keep the right frame of mind.”
She shoved Sue off her lap. Looking down onto the tear streaked face, she sneered. “Pathetic. Now, go get me something to drink and some napkins.”
Gingerly, Sue got to her feet. The feeling of handle filling her rear channel was overwhelming. The strands of the pompom tickling her upper thighs, Sue scurried to the kitchen. She was so humiliated and so close to coming.
Returning to the living room, she saw that the game had resumed. She stood beside the couch watching Gwen eat and was startled Gwen’s hand flashed out to slap her ass.
“Ow,” Sue cried as she jumped in the air.
“I thought I told you to shake those pom-poms?”
Sue’s face was scarlet but she wiggled and rolled her ass. Moving with the plug was an entirely new experience and she was soon giving it her all. Her face was a mask of concentration as she got closer and closer to a climax as the Golden Bears made a drive down the field.
“Cheerleaders, like slaves, should be happy. They both are using their bodies for the pleasure of others. Wipe that look off your face and get into it.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sue thought about how the game was almost over and was able to smile a little. Thinking about there being only one day left of her slavery made her smile bigger. Glancing at Gwen and thinking about tasting her again caused a big smile to cross her face.
“Much better, slave.”
Sue’s smile turned even more genuine at the praise. Cheering wildly as Cal made another touchdown, she was down on her knees before Gwen before the extra point kicker could even get on the field.
“My, you are really getting into this, aren’t you?” asked Gwen as she felt the touch of Sue’s tongue. “I know that I am.”
Gwen lifted one leg to rest it on Sue’s shoulder. “My team is winning and my slave is performing to expectations. If you keep this up, you might just finish the day without any further punishments.”
Sue began to lick and suck with even greater enthusiasm. She was very close to agreeing to anything if it meant that she would not be punished. She was happy to stay on her knees, servicing Gwen’s pussy for as long as it took to please her Mistress.
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