The Interns

Chapter XV----Moving On

Miss Tamala walked over to the closet. She had been naked while in bed and the early spring breeze blowing lightly through the windows was chilly on her skin. That was apparent by the little 'goose bumps' rising on her bronze brown skin. She took a light pink colored robe out of the closet and slipped it on. The robe was made of a very smooth satin material that clung to every part of her body. Then she walked over to the floor length mirror.

"Beautiful," Miss Tamala thought to herself as she 'fluffed' her rich black hair outward to get the 'night time' kinks out. The light pink color of the robe accentuated the beauty of her smooth rich skin. But it was the way the satin material clung to her body that would make someone looking at her begin to 'drool' with desire. The satin material outlined the size of the beautiful full globes of her breasts while her large nipples made telltale peaks in the front of the robe that left no doubt they were erect and stiff. The feel of the soft and silky material against her skin always had a 'sexual' connotation on Miss Tamala. She loved the way it clung to her belly, her hips, and outlined the thickness of her ass cheeks and thighs.

Adhering to the advice of Dr. Mary, Miss Tamala had been under the supervision of a 'personal physical trainer' for almost two years now and she was admiring the effect it had on her body. Since she had become successful in her business, she took advantage of all the benefits that a wealthy person could afford. A personal trainer was just one of these benefits. Another 'fringe benefit' of being wealthy was the fact that she could have a 'personal beauty consultant.'

Miss Tamala's personal physical trainer was an ex pro football player by the name of 'Rudee.' He was a very large African American male that kept in perfect physical condition himself. Two years ago, when Miss Tamala hired Rudee as her personal trainer, he had tried several times to 'hit' on her even though Rudee was married. After a while, when it became clear that Miss Tamala was not going to give into his advances, Rudee finally settled down. However, they became good friends and had many long conversations between them while Miss Tamala was in his training center working out. Eventually, probably because of Miss Tamala's 'natural dominant' personally, they felt there was enough 'trust' between them to be able to discuss almost anything. It was at that time that Miss Tamala told Rudee about her sexual orientation and her alternate lifestyle.

Rudee was fascinated by the 'lifestyle' that Miss Tamala led and always looked forward to talking to her. He loved to see her coming into his training center to hear what was going on in her 'other' life. He would be in a constant state of arousal as she told him of her latest exploits. Miss Tamala kept Rudee 'up to date' as she was slowly dominating Piglet and making Piglet her full time slave. Rudee was fascinated with the way the beautiful Miss Tamala had taken Piglet, an attractive young and married white woman and completely took over her life using her as her sexual plaything and devoted servant. While Miss Tamala, herself, was not interested in Rudee in a sexual way, she did feel kind of guilty every time she left the training center and observed the gigantic bulge in Rudee's sports shorts. Eventually, after taking Piglet on as her full time 'slave' she would take Piglet with her and, on occasion, she would let Rudee have intercourse with Piglet. Miss Tamala always 'supervised, these sexual activities to ensure that Piglet knew her status at all times. It was under Miss Tamala's supervision that Rudee initiated Piglet into anal sex. Rudee had an enormous penis and it was a 'turn on' for Miss Tamala to see Rudee penetrate Piglet's asshole with his large black pole for the first time.

Miss Tamala also supervised Piglet's initiation into 'complete' oral sex with Rudee. Although Piglet had engaged in oral sex with her former husband, they only used oral sex as a prelude and 'foreplay' to 'normal' sexual intercourse. After meeting Rudee and they become good friends, Miss Tamala told Piglet that she must learn to become a 'proficient cocksucker.' Miss Tamala, much to Rudee's satisfaction, taught Piglet how to 'suck a cock' to completion. Thus Piglet became very adept at bringing Rudee to a climax and swallowing every drop of sperm he gave her. After Piglet became proficient at her new 'talent,' Miss Tamala would use Piglet as a pawn, to win some very big government contracts by sending Piglet out on 'assignments' to the people, both men and women, that were in a position to award her business lucrative contracts. Of course, Piglet would never even dream of disobeying Miss Tamala. Whatever her Mistress told her, Piglet would readily comply.

Rudee's wife, 'Lyric' was in the beauty consulting business. She was introduced to Miss Tamala by Rudee after about six months as her personal trainer. Lyric was a former model and a part time actress. She was also a very talented hair dresser and makeup artist. She was a 'copper colored,' very light skinned African American woman with very exquisite features. She was even a little taller than Miss Tamala, and just as beautiful with very large and firm breasts, a very slender waist and along with Rudee, kept herself in excellent physical condition. Rudee and Lyric were in their middle thirties and being somewhat younger than Miss Tamala, they both were absolutely awe struck with Miss Tamala's dominant lifestyle and always listened with enthusiasm whenever Miss Tamala told them about her exploits as 'Mistress' of her household. Both Rudee and Lyric were highly sexual people and very open minded and led a 'swinger's' lifestyle within a very tight circle of select people.

Miss Tamala and Lyric also became very close friends and, in time, Lyric became Miss Tamala's personal beauty consultant. She took care of all of Miss Tamala's beauty needs which included hair styling, skin care, makeup, etc.

As time passed and after being introduced to Dr. Mary, they all became close and trustworthy friends. Eventually, both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala financed Rudee and Lyric in the expansion of their businesses. Rudee now had four successful training centers while his wife, Lyric, had a chain of ten beauty salons spread throughout the city.

Miss Tamala was fully confident of herself and the 'effect' she had on most people. Dr. Mary had made her realize long ago that she was extraordinarily beautiful, both physically and mentally. Dr. Mary told her that once she learned to let her confidence and beauty flow outward naturally; she would have an overbearing effect on the people around her. She would become a leader, a dominant force, that would demand admiration, respect, and in the right circumstances, worship!

At this point in her life, Miss Tamala had become quite content in her own 'skin' and in her 'mind' of who she was. Therefore she didn't have any trouble looking in the floor length mirror at herself and saying, to herself, in her 'mind's eye' ... 'beautiful.' She admired the 'athletic' figure she saw looking back at her ... the firm breasts that didn't have a bit of sag in them, the flatness of her stomach, the firm thickness of her thighs, and the muscular tone of the calves of her legs.

Miss Tamala left her feet bare and turned to walk softly across the room to the chair in which she had placed Suckle late last night. As she approached Suckle in silence, a smile appeared on her own face as she thought of how easy she had seduced the old "Lynn Langley' ... and how close she was to making Suckle her full time devoted servant, her slave, her plaything. She and Dr. Mary were rapidly erasing Suckle 'old mind' ... the way she used to process thoughts and desires ... and they were implanting a whole new system of thinking ... and desires!

Suckle's head was bowed downward as though she was sleeping. Miss Tamala noticed that Suckle's hair was hanging down the sides of her face almost dripping wet with moisture from the heat that the latex suit had kept trapped 'inside' all night. The hair that Suckle always kept so neat and luxuriously flowing with 'waves,' was now wimp and straight. She also noticed the 'refreshment bag' hanging between Suckle's breasts was half emptied. Suckle had drank half of the urine out of necessity to keep herself from dehydrating.

Miss Tamala felt the first twinge of arousal in her vagina as she stood looking at how pathetic this once beautiful and proud girl now appeared. It gave her a feeling of 'power,' ... of having the power to do anything to Suckle just because it made her 'feel good' ... and that power was dominantly intoxicating and sexually stimulating. As she stood in front of Suckle, she saw Suckle's head come up and she watched as Suckle's nostrils flared in and out in a 'smelling' motion.

"Good," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "the bitch is using her sense of smell. It's amazing," she continued thinking, "how the cutting off of one of someone's senses, makes another sense becomes sharper."

Suckle, for her part, caught the smell of lilac close by her. Although she couldn't see anything because her eyes were taped shut and the earphones prevented her from hearing anything outside the preprogrammed subliminal messages, her sense of smell told her that her Mistress was close by. The odor of lilac, her Mistress's favorite perfume, awakened her mind and immediately she felt a twitching in her vagina. Just like a 'little puppy' that was learning to recognize the scent of their 'owner' Suckle reacted with enthusiasm. Then she felt her Mistress's hands.

Miss Tamala removed the earphones and began loosening the various ropes that held Suckle to the chair. Then she then untied the gag and carefully removed the large 'nipple' from Suckle's mouth and removed the clear plastic, half full urine bag from around her neck. Suckle didn't make a sound during this time ... she didn't have permission to say or do anything and her mind was reacting in the way it had been 'conditioned' the last few days.

After Miss Tamala has removed all the ropes securing Suckle to the chair she untied her arms. Then she stepped backward a little.

"Get up," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. These were the first words Suckle heard this morning and she quickly recognized the voice as Miss Tamala's confirming what her sense of smell had told her. The first sound of Miss Tamala's voice vibrated through Suckle's brain and a little burst of fear ran throughout her body.

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she tried to adjust her mouth to the feeling of emptiness since the nipple had been removed. Her mouth was sore both from being in that 'stretched out' position and from the 'hard sucking' she had to do on the 'nipple' in order to get some 'refreshment'. She moved her mouth up and down and in and out in order to try to get it somewhat back to normal. Suckle tried to stand but fell back on the chair. Her knees were very stiff from being 'locked in' the same position all night. But she quickly attempted to stand up again, and once more her knees and legs failed her. Finally, on the fourth or fifth attempt she stood up although she was still somewhat shaky.

Miss Tamala was amused as she observed Suckle attempts to obey her order. She purposely left Suckle's eyes taped shut. She wanted to keep some semblance of bondage for Suckle's mind to contemplate. Then she knelt down and unsnapped the clasps leading to Suckle's pussy. As soon as the opening leading to this area of Suckle's body was unsnapped, Suckle heard Miss Tamala's voice again.

"You rotten bastard, did you pee in your nice suit?" Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. "You stink like a rotten barrel of fish."

"I ... ah ... ah ... Suckle ... Suckle doesn't know ... Suckle doesn't know," Suckle's fearful voice replied, her ears filling once again with the harsh and derogatory language Miss Tamala was using. Suckle ready didn't have any sensation of urinating at any time during the long night because of the large dildo stuffed in her pussy. Every time the timer went off and the dildo began to move within her pussy, she got so carried away with the excitement she felt on her clit she couldn't think of, or feel anything else.

"Slap," the sound of Miss Tamala's hand striking the side of Suckle's head vibrated through the air. "You must learn to control yourself no matter where you are. You will only pee when your Mistress gives you permission." The slap was very hard and it stung Miss Tamala's hand. But it also felt good to give Suckle a good slap just to enforce in her mind who and what she had become. "Besides," Miss Tamala thought to herself as she felt a shiver of excitement run through her dominant mind, "it's fun and makes me feel some wetness in my pussy to have this much power over this white bitch."

"I ... I'm sorry ... Suckle is sorry, Mistress," Suckle replied while she tried to adjust to the stinging pain the slap caused to her face. Her taped shut eyes felt like they were filling up with tears as her 'altered' mind began to work. "Mistresss Tamala must be right," she was thinking to herself, "Mistresss Tamala is never wrong about anything. If Mistress Tamala says I peed in my pants, it must be true ... Mistress Tamala is never wrong ... Mistress Tamala is wise, smart, successful, beautiful ... yes, beautiful ... beautiful ... beautiful ...

The recorded subliminal messages that Suckle had been listening to all night coordinated with the sexual arousal she felt as the 'timed dildo' massaged her clit had done the job they were intended to do. Suckle's mind was filled to overflowing with thoughts of her Mistresses ... especially Miss Tamala. The relationship building in Suckle's mind toward Miss Tamala was of complete and undisguised love, worship and respect based on fear and admiration. While the emotions she felt toward Dr. Mary were based on worship and fear. She knew if she didn't please Miss Tamala she would be punished and deservedly so. She knew if she didn't please and obey Dr. Mary's instructions she would be reprimanded vocally and punished severely. Thus, the way Suckle's mind was beginning to function, she looked to Dr. Mary more as her 'teacher Mistress' while she looked at Miss Tamala as her 'Goddess Mistress.'

Miss Tamala removed the large rubber dildo from Suckle's sloppy and wet pussy. She went around to the back of Suckle and unzipped and removed the latex suit. Suckle, for the first time in around eight hours was naked and without any restraints on her body except for the tape that still kept her eyes shut.

Her body was soaked with perspiration caused by the enormous amount of heat the latex suit had kept trapped inside all night. When Suckle felt the first wave of cool air coming from the opened window on her perspiring body she took in a deep breath.

With that deep breath, Suckle also got the first 'whiff' of the odor her body was emitting. "Mistress Tamala is correct," Suckle thought to herself, "Suckle smells bad." True to her training, Suckle thought of herself as a 'third' person ... someone that Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had created. Then Miss Tamala removed the tape from Suckle's eyes.

Even though Suckle felt the tape being removed, when it was done she kept her eyes closed. She didn't hear Mistress Tamala tell her to open them. The fear of being disobedient, of not 'pleasing' her Mistress was the only thought flashing through Suckle's mind. So, rather than risk her Mistress's displeasure, Suckle, in a split second, in reaction to her 'training' ... kept her eyes closed.

Miss Tamala stood in silence ... a large smile on her face. She felt the building up of the wetness beginning deep in her pussy. She was proud of herself ... proud of the fact that this white girl she had in front of her and in her power, wouldn't even open her eyes because she didn't have permission.

Miss Tamala reached down and touched herself. She inserted one finger in her own vagina and could feel the wetness of desire there. "Damn," she thought to herself, "it makes me feel like masturbating just looking at how we made this once proud girl, this once straight 'A' college student into a stupid looking asshole." Miss Tamala stood in silence ... dead silence ... not a sound in the room ... and Suckle remained still, eyes closed, even though she really wanted to open them.

Miss Tamala took her time looking over Suckle. She really liked Suckle's model like features, the beautiful face with the clear complexion that was at the moment a rose colored pink, the effect of the sweating the latex suit had caused last night, the perfect nose, the firm young breasts and the flat stomach. Miss Tamala remembered reading in Suckle's law school profile that she was very active in sports ... basketball, volleyball, swimming, and gymnastics ... "gymnastics," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "gymnastics is where she probably almost perfected her form. Yes, she had the body of someone who worked out regularly, just as a gymnast would." These thoughts brought another big smile to Miss Tamala's face as her mind, rekindled by thoughts of just how many 'new positions' the 'gymnast' Suckle would be learning while undergoing training under herself and Dr. Mary again 'relit' the spasms of excitement she felt deep in her pussy. She looked downward at Suckle's 'mons pubis' covered with brown fluffy pubic hair that was 'matted down' with a mixture of her own 'cum' and sweat right at the moment, again the result of the effect the latex suit and dildo had on her last night.

After what seemed like an eternity to Suckle, she heard her Mistress's voice again. "Open your eyes and do it slowly so your eyes can adjust to the light," Miss Tamala told her.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle said as she opened her eyes very slowly. Suckle found herself wanting to add 'Tamala' to her answer of 'Yes Mistress." She felt a twinge of excitement flash through her whenever she heard herself say Miss Tamala's name as though by saying her name out loud she was truly acknowledging Miss Tamala's superiority. She felt like a 'little girl' recognizing and obeying an 'adult authority figure.' The brightness of the new day make Suckle blink a few times before she could finally open her eyes all the way.

Suckle let her eyes wander around the room without moving her head. She didn't want to take the chance of getting Miss Tamala upset by doing something she wasn't told she could do. Last night this 'special' bedroom was only lit by the light coming from the nightstand lights. Now it was bright with daylight and sunshine and Suckle could see all the different 'implements' in the room.

First she looked at the hoist that had lifted her off her feet almost up to the ceiling. The shelves by the one wall held all different kinds of dildos in many shapes and sizes and much too numerous for Suckle to ever be able to count. On another wall there were numerous different kinds of 'hooks' of some sort and many of these hooks held whips, canes, harnesses, and other implements that Suckle had never imagined existed.

As Suckle's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the bedroom, she looked at her Mistress. Suckle had been imagining Miss Tamala in her mind all night long and now, again, Miss Tamala was standing before her. Suckle was totally intimidated. She felt so 'unworthy' and inferior in front of this beautiful African American woman whom she was beginning to know very intimately. Suckle didn't even have the courage to look at her Mistress for long. Rather, a feeling of inferiority ... a feeling of being timid and unworthy rushed throughout her thought processes. As Miss Tamala's beautiful full black eye balls that seemed to float in a liquid background of white looked into Suckle's eyes, Suckle immediately dropped her head in a sign of submissiveness.

Again Miss Tamala was pleased with this sign of Suckle's submissiveness. "Follow me you stinking pig," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Keep your eyes on my ass as we walk."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied in an embarrassed sounding voice after being called a 'stinking pig.'

Miss Tamala led Suckle down a hallway and Suckle, as ordered, kept her eyes on the beautiful swaying ass of her Mistress that was outlined and highlighted by the clinging soft satin pink robe. If anything, the way the robe clung to the curves of Miss Tamala's ass only served to 'wet' Suckle's sexual appetite even more than usual as she used her memory to imagine having her face buried in between those beautiful swaying ass cheeks. The memory was so strong and clear in Suckle's mind that she swore she could smell the very intimate scent she had found there as though the scent of Miss Tamala's ass was forever 'locked' in Suckle's sense of smell. Suckle had to swallow a few times to 'settle down' as she followed her Mistress.

Miss Tamala led Suckle into a large bathroom. The bathroom was decorated in a light lilac colored tile and wallpaper with an African motif. Suckle felt as though she was stepping into a different world as she entered the bathroom. The décor of Miss Tamala's and Dr. Mary's house was done with African culture in mind. For Suckle, stepping into this new and vastly different culture made her feel like a 'stranger' ... someone who would have to depend on another to get her through this new world. Of course, that dependence would make Miss Tamala totally indispensable in Suckle's mind. Again, Dr. Mary carefully planned the African décor and environment this way. She left nothing to chance.

"Listen to me carefully whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "You will relieve yourself twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. You will never do this by yourself but will only relieve yourself under the supervision of me or Dr. Mary. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle quickly answered.

"If you ever try to relieve yourself other than the designated times, or if you have an accident, you will be severely punished. Is that understood?" Miss continued lecturing Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle meekly replied.

"Good," Miss Tamala said as she walked over to another part of the bathroom and brought back two gallon empty coffee cans. Just as with Piglet, one was clearly marked 'piss' and the other 'shit.'

"These are your toilet utensils. This is where you will relieve yourself when I or Dr. Mary tells you to. You will never, I repeat never, use any of the normal toilets in this house. These toilets are reserved for the beautiful asses of your Mistresses and you are never to soil them with your pig body. Is that clear?" Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle said even more meekly than before realizing that even her most personal body needs were going to be done under the supervision of her Mistresses.

Miss Tamala put the can marked 'piss' behind Suckle. "Squat down, spread your legs and piss," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Mistress Tamala, Suckle doesn't have to ..." Suckle tried to say.

"Piss," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. I own and control your body and you will piss on my command."

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," a startled Suckle replied to the loud firm voice of her Mistress as she began to squat. After a minute or two, Suckle managed to get about a half of pint of urine in the can. But Suckle stayed in her 'squatting' position waiting to be told what to do next. Her mind was becoming totally dependent on orders from her Mistress.

Miss Tamala shoved the 'piss' can out of the way with her foot. Then she shoved the 'shit' can under the squatting Suckle in the same manner.

"Shit," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle.

"I ... Suckle doesn't ..." Suckle made a feeble attempt to tell Miss Tamala she didn't feel the need to defecate. But she knew that was of no use. She was just told that she must learn to do these things on command.

Suckle pushed. Nothing. She pushed again trying to do as she was told. Nothing.

Miss Tamala walked behind the squatting Suckle to get a better view of her ass. She watched as Suckle's little asshole spread as Suckle pushed only to close up again as Suckle let up. Miss Tamala laughed at the sight of fully exposed Suckle trying to obey her. "Now this is fun," Miss Tamala taught to herself as she felt the awakening in her vagina ... the thrill of having her white whore's most personal area fully in her slight was overwhelming to her ... and she loved it. "Now shit you bastard," Miss Tamala yelled again at Suckle.

"Yes ... yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she pushed as hard as she could. Suckle could feel the first little movement of her bowels. She felt her asshole open and was embarrassed to realize Miss Tamala was watching her defecate. Again Suckle got a small stool in the can.

"Is that all you have in your stupid belly pig?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied.

"Well, you didn't have too much to eat yesterday. Damn, smells just like dog shit," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a humorous and teasing tone of voice. "I wonder why. Do you know why your shit smells like dog shit?" again she said teasing Suckle.

"Yes, Miss Tamala, Suckle knows why," Suckle replied.

"Tell your Mistress why you smell like a dog," Miss Tamala said in a tone of voice that was apparent she was enjoying degrading Suckle in this manner.

"Because Suckle had dog food for supper, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle's acknowledgement and degradation. It was apparent this was a 'turn on' for Miss Tamala. "That's right you dumb fucking pig, you had dog food mixed with my piss ... ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala continued laughing.

"Oh, one more thing whore, you are not allowed to wipe whenever you relieve yourself. We don't waste toilet tissue on bitches in this house," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied feeling more and more embarrassed and degraded at this last 'rule' by her Mistress.

"Now get up. I will show you how to dispose of your waste later," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

Miss Tamala led Suckle over to a sunken tub that was six feet in length, four feet wide and three feet deep. It was a 'Jacuzzi' type tub that was surrounded by numerous jets inside the tub.

Miss Tamala turned the hot water on and it began to pour into the sunken tub with steam rising up from the water faucet. "Put your hands behind your head, elbows straight out from your body and wait for the tub to fill up," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "And don't come too close to me you stinking fucking whore. I don't want any of the filth from your body to get on me."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered as she complied with Miss Tamala's orders. Again Suckle's face turned red with embarrassment because she was told she stunk so much. Even though Suckle was not the cause of the odor coming from her body, she blamed herself for it. She just couldn't imagine ever blaming or finding any type of fault in Miss Tamala.

"After all," Suckle thought to herself, "Mistress Tamala was 'perfect' ... and very 'beautiful.' She could never do anything wrong. It's me, Suckle the whore, dumb, stupid Suckle, that brought this chastisement on myself," ... Suckle's newly docile and inferior mind was telling her.

As Suckle stood still with her hands behind her head in front of the sunken tub filling with water, she could barely hear the footsteps of Miss Tamala leaving the room. After a few minutes alone, the realization of being completely naked and exposed to another woman as though she was some kind of animal or sub human being struck her. Suckle's confused mind began to wander again. Suckle was trying to deal her sexual orientation ... this complete feeling of submissiveness, something she had never gave much thought to before. She began to feel ashamed, guilty, as she recalled some of the perverse sexual acts she had performed on Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. She remembered sucking Miss Tamala's pussy and Dr. Mary's ass. Suckle was trying to reason with herself while trying to figure out how she got here, what she was doing. She tried to remember who she was, what she really wanted to do with her life ... getting her law degree and passing the bar exam, getting married, have a family ... wasn't that being normal???? She remembered David ... David Webster ... her fiancé ... wasn't she supposed to get married as soon as she graduated from law school?

Then Suckle heard the footsteps returning and the scent of lilac sweep through the bathroom. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster as she watched out of the corner of her eye as Miss Tamala, the beautiful Miss Tamala, returned carrying a small leather bag in one hand and what appeared to be a riding crop in the other hand. Immediately Suckle felt a surge of apprehension go through her body intermingled with some kind of sexual awakening. Just seeing the riding crop in the beautiful carefully manicured hand of her Mistress brought the submissive Suckle back ... the Suckle who was discovering her sexual orientation. Miss Tamala put the bag down by the tub and looked at Suckle.

Miss Tamala saw the somewhat confused expression on Suckle's face. "What the fuck have you been thinking of whore?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle in an assured tone of voice as though she had the ability to read Suckle's mind. Suckle was frightened ... somehow she felt Miss Tamala, her Mistress, had the ability to look into her mind, her body, her soul! "Speak up when I ask you a question," Miss Tamala said in a firmer voice, the tone of voice that always sent little shivers of fear through Suckle. Suckle, somewhere in the back of her mind, was amazed how someone who looked so highly educated, aristocratic, beautiful and successful could speak to her using such derogatory language. She had always been taught that 'ladies never use that kind of language.' Yet, Suckle couldn't deny the stirring she felt deep in her pussy every time she was called a 'whore,' a pig, a slut, or whatever her Mistress wished to called her. Her mind hung on every word as they left the beautiful full red lips of Miss Tamala.

"I ... I mean ... Suckle just doesn't ... maybe I should ... I mean maybe Suckle ... ah, Suckle ..." Suckle tried to reply but she was fast losing the ability to even put a coherent sentence together mostly because of the fear and discipline her training had instilled deep in her mind. She was afraid she would answer in the wrong way and upset her Mistress and she never, never wanted to upset her beautiful Mistress.

"Does my Suckle feel confused?" Miss Tamala said in a completely different tone of voice as though she was a mother trying to assist a child. Dr. Mary had told Miss Tamala that there would be times in the beginning of Suckle's training when she would question herself and her sexuality. This was the old 'Lynn Langley' trying to resurface again. But Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala, Suckle's sexual urges and hidden inner desires would dominate her ability to return to her old self. It would be up to them, Dr. Mary instructed Miss Tamala, to reinforce Suckle's submissiveness and her submissive sexual urges until they became so deeply ingrained in her psyche that everything in her past would be eliminated forever from her mind.

"I ... Suckle ... yes, yes ... Suckle is ..." Suckle began to cry as she again tried to answer, the change of tones from firmness to gentleness of Miss Tamala's voice catching her off guard.

Miss Tamala walked behind Suckle and with the tip of the riding crop, she tapped the inside of Suckle's thighs. "Spread your legs," Miss Tamala said in that soft gentle voice.

"Yes, Mistress," Suckle replied.

Miss Tamala took the tip of the riding crop that had a small flat surface to cover a larger area of flesh when used as a whip, and very softly rubbed Suckle's sore outer vagina lips while standing behind her. Immediately Suckle felt the sensation of the pent up desire in her vagina betray her again. Just one stroke, one little rub of the riding crop on her outer vagina lips and Suckle's mind was turning to 'mush' again as Dr. Mary was fond of saying. What it really meant was that Suckle no longer had self control of her own sexual emotions ... and Miss Tamala knew it!

Miss Tamala kept moving the riding crop softly, outside of Suckle's vagina lips and then inserted the tip of the crop slightly inside, partly in Suckle's inner vagina lips in a 'teasing' motion but not going anywhere near Suckle's clit. All the while she kept talking to Suckle, again in the soft motherly tone of voice.

"Some people are beautiful people with strong minds and forceful wills, strong and beautiful bodies and are able to succeed in all that they do in life," Miss Tamala was telling Suckle. "Other people are weak in mind, and if they are weak in their mind their bodies are also weak. Strong people are dominant and they should be worshipped for what they are. Weak people need strong people to lead them, to tell them what they are to do and to train them for their rightful role in life," Miss Tamala continued talking to Suckle as though she was teaching a class on psychology. And Suckle was listening intently as best as she could while Miss Tamala kept up the manipulations with the riding crop on Suckle's vagina.

"Now turn around, keep your hands on the back of your head and look at me," Miss Tamala said a little more forceful tone of voice this time.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered in a meek voice.

Miss Tamala untied the front of her robe and let it slip open. She knew what effect her beautiful body had on Suckle, especially when she had Suckle slightly sexually stimulated. She heard the distinct gulping sound as Suckle, being confronted with the partially nude body of her Mistress swallowed hard.

Suckle gazed at her Mistress ... and was truly appreciating the beauty of this mature, African American woman. She didn't understand why Miss Tamala had this effect on her but it made her feel so unworthy of being in her presence. Suckle couldn't even look in her eyes anymore. Rather she was becoming more timid and docile by the hour. She lowered her eyes and it was almost like there was now and forever more, a clear unspoken understanding between them. One was strong, one was weak. One was dominant, one was submissive. One was born to be worshipped, the other was born to worship.

"Tell me what you see when you are given the privilege of looking at your Mistress," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"I ... Suckle sees a beautiful strong ... Suckle's Mistress is beautiful ... Suckle is lucky to have the privilege of looking at her Mistress ... Suckle's Mistress is intelligent ... Suckle's Mistress is a great lady ... Suckle's Mistress ..."

"Good, good," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, stopping her in mid sentence as Suckle started to get more and more enthusiastic with the praise she felt compelled to heap on her Mistress as she let her eyes wander over Miss Tamala's large, firm beautiful breasts, the darker brown nipples that seemed to peak on two mounds of chocolate, her stomach, where the course black ringlets of pubic hair started just below her belly button and ran down to a mass of rich blackness between her legs ... between the strong firm muscular thighs where yesterday and last night Suckle had her head ... her mouth ... her tongue. The more Suckle looked, the more her desire increased.

Miss Tamala let Suckle look for a while knowing the overbearing effect she was having on Suckle. She smiled when she noticed Suckle run the very tip her tongue on the outside of her lips automatically and uncontrollably.

Miss Tamala took Suckle by the arm and led her over to a closet on the other side of the bathroom. The doors on the closet had floor length mirrors installed on them and she placed Suckle in front to them.

"Now tell me what you see in the mirror," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. Miss Tamala knew she would have to keep implanting the feeling of inferiority in Suckle's mind if she was to completely own her.

Suckle was startled by her own appearance. This was the first time she saw herself since last night. Her unkempt and straight hair was damp with sweat and hung down haphazardly on the side of her face and down to shoulders. Her face looked so red and plain without a trace of makeup or lipstick. It was even a little puffy from the slaps she had received earlier. Her body looked so plain, small and "beatdown' in comparison to the 'luxurious' and 'aristocratic' appearance of her strong Mistress. Suckle felt ashamed of her appearance and the words and descriptions of herself that Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had been using when speaking to her were now firmly implanted in her mind.

"I see ... Suckle sees ..." Suckle replied, again having a very hard time trying to answer her Mistress. She thought she knew what Miss Tamala wanted to hear but she was so very afraid of not being able to use the right words to satisfy Miss Tamala's demands to her to describe herself.

Suckle dropped her head again looking away from her own image in the mirror. Then she used the first few words that came to her mind ... the submissive and sexually altered mind that had almost been completely taken over by the dominance of Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala.

"Ugly ... dumb," Suckle said so sheepishly she could hardly be heard.

'Whack' ... Suckle heard the whishing sound of the riding crop cutting through the air as though every thing was happening in slow motion. Then she felt the sharp pain as the flat top part of the riding crop made contact with her ass cheeks.

"Aaaaahhhhh ... ooohhh ... aaahhhh ..." Suckle's voice sounded throughout the bathroom. Her ass felt like it was on fire from the deep, excruciating pain caused by the riding crop. Suckle gasped for air and her whole body shook as she tried to regain her composure somewhat.

"Twice you have questioned my authority, you fucking dumb whore," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. "You did the same thing yesterday and I can assure you this will be the last time."

"Suckle is sorry Mistress ... Suckle begs your forgiveness ... please Mistress Tamala ... please," Suckle replied in a sincerely begging sounding voice.

"Pick your stupid ugly head up and look at yourself in the mirror," Miss Tamala directed Suckle.

"Yes, yes, Mistress Tamala ... Suckle is sorry ... yes Mistress Tamala," Suckle was trying her best to atone for her indiscretion. She could tell Miss Tamala was very upset with her.

"Shut up and listen to me," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Look into your eyes and repeat very slowly the 'pledge' and 'greetings' I took my valuable time to teach you. And say every word slowly and deliberately so it sinks into that worthless dumb brain of yours."

"Yes, yes, Mistress Tamala, yes ..." Suckle quickly replied. "My name is Suckle. I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my owner and Mistress. I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity, has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud to own me."

Suckle said every word very slowly, her voice cracking as she realized once and for all that her life had changed completely. She realized that she could never go back to her old life. She was now Miss Tamala's slave. Miss Tamala was her owner. She would work very hard to make Miss Tamala proud to own her. The more it sunk into Suckle's brain, the more she got excited ... and the more excited she got the more relaxed and comfortable she became with her 'position.'

Miss Tamala made Suckle repeat her pledge and greetings again and again. After the fourth time and as Suckle was repeating her pledge that was now becoming her 'mantra,' Miss Tamala reached down and rubbed the deep red slash mark on Suckle's ass cheeks she had made with her riding crop.

Miss Tamala could feel the deep sexual sensation in her pussy. She loved to use her riding crop and as she realized just how hard she had hit Suckle she became more and more aroused. She rubbed her own pussy with her fingers a few times just to feel the wetness that was building up there. Then she took the same two fingers and rubbed Suckle's outer pussy lips while watching Suckle's facial expression in the mirror. Suckle was soaking wet again. She knew Suckle's mind was now equating pain with sex ... 'punishment with pleasure.' Miss Tamala saw the frightened look on Suckle's face change to that small lustful smile she loved. The smile that made her look like someone who was deeply craving sex ... sex in the way Miss Tamala had trained her to expect and to crave.

"Stop," Miss Tamala told Suckle in mid sentence as Suckle began reciting her 'mantra' for the fifth time. Miss Tamala was proud of the fact that Suckle remembered her 'greetings' word for word, just as she had been taught, as she took Suckle by the shoulders and turned her body to face her. Suckle still held her hands behind her head as she had been told to do earlier. Miss Tamala bent over a little and kissed her slave on the forehead.

"Good girl," Suckle heard Miss Tamala say. Immediately she felt a feeling of pride go throughout her senses. 'Good girl,' the words she wanted so badly to hear from her Mistress ... the words that meant she was a good slave ... the words she wanted to earn and hear from her Mistress more than anything else in the world now. And a kiss ... a kiss on the forehead from her Mistress ... a kiss ... Suckle was almost delirious with pride ... from the overwhelming feeling of being a 'good' slave for Miss Tamala.

"Get over to the tub," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala, thank you Mistress Tamala," Suckle said in the tone of voice of a child joyfully celebrating the fact that she was told she was a 'good girl' by the one person that mattered most in her new life ... her Mistress!

Suckle stood facing the tub, hands still on the back of her head, waiting to be told what to do next. Miss Tamala went over to a built-in closet and came back with a gallon bottle of bleach and a large box of heavy duty soap flakes.

She opened the gallon of bleach and poured about half of it into the tub of hot water. Then she did the same with the box of soap flakes. She mixed the combination of bleach, soap and hot water around with her riding crop.

The smell of bleach filled Suckle's nostrils. The steam rising up from the tub of hot water also filled her nostrils with vapors coming from the strong odor of the mixture of cleaning ingredients that Miss Tamala was mixing up with her riding crop. The lustful smile that was on Suckle face slowly disappeared as the thoughts of what might come next filled her mind.

Miss Tamala enjoyed the expression of fright on Suckle's face. She loved it! "Get in whore," she said to Suckle in that 'no nonsense' tone of voice. "I want all of that stinking putrid smell off of that worthless body of yours.

There were three steps going down into the sunken whirlpool tub and Suckle picked up one foot, reached over the tub rim to put it in the water and immediately pulled her foot back.

"Ow, ow, ow," Suckle screamed as she pulled her foot back instinctively from the very hot water in the tub. "It's ... it's hot," Suckle said

"Whack, whack," the sound of Miss Tamala's riding crop striking the fleshly cheeks of Suckle's ass cheeks ricocheted off the bathroom walls.

"Aaaahhhhh, ooohhhhhh, oh God, oh God," Suckle screamed even louder as the riding crop bit deep into the flesh of her ass. The blows were very hard, at least as hard as the time Dr. Mary had whipped her on her back.

"You fucking bastard, don't you ever hesitate when your Mistress tells you to do something," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle.

"Oh, oh, oh," Suckle was breathing in little short gasps ... trying hard to catch her breath from the effects of the hot water on her foot and the searing pain on her ass cheeks. "It's ... it's hot ... hot," Suckle continued in a voice that was getting lower and lower in tone as she realized she was going to have to obey her Mistress.

"Now, let's try it again. And if you hesitate even for a second I will whip you until you collapse," Miss Tamala yelled again at Suckle. "Repeat after me," Miss Tamala continued instructing Suckle. "Mistress Tamala is my owner. I will obey her at all times without hesitation and without any consideration for my own stupid body or feelings."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied in a voice that sounded labored as she was still trying to catch her breath. "Mistress Tamala is my owner. I will obey her at all times without hesitation and without any consideration for my own stupid body or feelings."

"Get in," Miss Tamala yelled to Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she stepped into the tub saying in a low tone of voice ... "Mistress Tamala is my owner. I will obey her at all times without hesitation and without any consideration for my own stupid body or feelings." As Suckle stepped into the hot water she felt like her skin was boiling ... but she was doing it ... "I must do what my Mistress tells me," Suckle was thinking to herself. "I must be willing to suffer for my beautiful Mistress."

Miss Tamala knew the water was not hot enough to do any permanent damage to Suckle's body. But she also knew it was hot enough, that under normal circumstances, a person would not be able to stand it on their skin. It also was hot enough to make Suckle's skin sting for a long time ... a reminder for her of her obedience. She watched her Suckle ... watched her obedient slave as Suckle's skin turned a bright red from the hot water ... from the bleach and soap mixture she had put in the water.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle. "You look like a fucking chicken cooking in a pot. From now on you will take a 'bleach' bath at least once a day until your skin is porcelain white. When your skin gets to a shade of my liking, then I will decorate it the way I want it," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered without hesitation.

Miss Tamala was getting more and more aroused at Suckle's obedience. "Damn," she thought to herself, "it gets me so damn hot making this fucking bitch do whatever I tell her to do." The more Miss Tamala thought of some of the things she had in store for Suckle, the more aroused she got. As she watched Suckle 'cooking' in the hot water and soapy mixture, she reached down and rubbed her own pussy. It was dripping wet and she knew she would need some relief soon. After a good night's sleep, her body had been 'restored' from yesterday's activities and she was ready for the thrill of reaching an orgasm all over again.

Miss Tamala reached over to the leather bag she put down by the tub and took out a bottle of peroxide and a box of baking soda. She almost took out a very large brush that looked like a hard bristled brush used to scrub pots and pans. She took a clear glass, put it in front of Suckle's face so Suckle would have a clear view of what she was doing. Miss Tamala then poured in the peroxide and baking soda until it made a thick paste.

Suckle watched her Mistress intently as she mixed up the ingredients in the glass with the brush. Again Miss Tamala watched the frightened look on Suckle's face, the look that always brought new sensations deep in her pussy and made her hotter and hotter.

"Open your mouth wide slut," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "And keep it opened until I tell you different. I am going to scrub your piss drinking mouth out because I am going to use it for my own satisfaction soon."

Suckle obeyed immediately and without saying a word. It felt sexually good to obey her Mistress any more. It felt good deep in her pussy to open her mouth wide, just like her Mistress told her too. Suckle was really beginning to feel like a whore, like a slut, like her Mistress's slave, her plaything. And the more she felt this way, the more sexually aroused she became.

As Miss Tamala began to roughly scrub Suckle's mouth out and brush her teeth with the hard bristled brush, she kept talking to Suckle. Miss Tamala was reaching that high state of sexual arousal where her dominant orientation was taking control of her emotions.

"One of these days I will have all of your teeth removed," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "I think it would be fun to fuck your face and mouth even more if you didn't have any teeth. Don't you think so whore?" Miss Tamala was talking in that soft voice again, the voice she used when she was leading Suckle into new areas of submission and the voice that always almost seem to have a hypnotic effect on Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered.

Miss Tamala smiled at Suckle. She put the glass and brush down and reached down and started pinching and pulling Suckle's nipples. She left the thick pasty mixture of peroxide and baking soda in Suckle's mouth. Immediately Suckle's nipples were erect. "This bastard is really getting to be a real slut," Miss Tamala thought to herself pleased with the effect she had on Suckle, her slave.

"Tell me what you think your Mistress would enjoy and have fun doing," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. She knew Suckle had agreed to her suggestion but it was more exciting hearing it from her own mouth and listening to her slave's voice. Besides, as Dr. Mary told her many times, 'make your slave say it in her own voice, since it enforces the thought strong in her mind when she says it in her own voice.'

"Miss Tamala would enjoy fucking my face and mouth more if I didn't have any teeth," Suckle replied in a lisping tone of voice that came from a mouth full of pasty mixture.

"And what is your Mistress going to do with your whore mouth," Miss Tamala said urging the sexually aroused Suckle on.

"Mistress Tamala is going to have all my teeth removed so I can be more pleasing to her and she can enjoy my face and mouth more," Suckle answered without hesitation.

"Damn," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself, "I wish Dr. Mary was here to see where I got this white whore this morning. She would be proud of me."

Miss Tamala took the glass, dipped it down into the dirty water that Suckle had been bathing in and filled it up. "Here, rinse your pig mouth with this," she said to Suckle handing her the glass. "Just spit the water back in the tub."

Suckle took the glass, and rinsed her mouth out a few times. The mixture of bleach water and soap tasted terrible in Suckle's mouth but she obeyed just as she was taught to obey. She repeated rinsing a few times because she wanted to make sure Miss Tamala would be pleased with her efforts.

"Turn around and lean your head over the side of the tub," Miss Tamala directed Suckle.

Suckle did as she was told to do. When she got in the position that Miss Tamala directed, her head was leaning over the tiled lip of the sunken tub. Her chest was pointed upward out of the water and her breasts and erect nipples were clearing visible and accessible. The tile material felt hard on her head. She looked up to see Miss Tamala removing her satin robe.

"You are in for a real treat this morning whore," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "You are getting the privilege of tasting both your Mistress's and Madame Mary's left over love juices from our lovemaking last night."

Suckle heard Miss Tamala and got excited. She had a good idea what this meant as she watched the dark legs of her Mistress separate. She watched as the darkness above her got closer and closer, the muscular dark thighs separate and encircle her head. She felt the first brush of the thick and course ringlets of Miss Tamala's pubic hair touch her face ... and it felt good to Suckle. The scent coming from just be on the black hairy mat was strong ... it was the scent of sex ... the scent the urged Suckle on and made her pussy tingle with excitement ... the scent that Suckle looked forward to anymore. "This is where my face and mouth belong," Suckle was thinking with her 'newly' implanted thought processes. She wanted so much to stick her tongue out, to taste her Mistress, to taste the 'treat' her Mistress told her she was giving her, the taste of the remains of the lovemaking she witnessed between her two beautiful Mistresses, her owners! But she didn't dare ... she was fully dependent on her Mistress now, she needed to wait for permission and further orders ... and they came.

As Suckle felt the wetness of Miss Tamala's outer pussy lips separate over both sides of her nose and press down toward her mouth, she got the first taste of Miss Tamala's abundant juices that dripped on her tongue. Suckle wanted more, more, more! Suckle's head was now totally buried in Miss Tamala's pussy, the thick black pubic hair almost engulfed her face, the soft, warm wetness of the inner pussy lips blocking her nostrils so she was having a hard time catching her breath. Suckle felt the full weight of Miss Tamala's ass on her forehead. Her head hurt against the hard tile, but her sexual desire was stronger ... she wanted to suck, suck, suck! She wanted to feel her Mistress shake and tremble from the pleasure her slave tongue was giving her. This is what Suckle lived for anymore ... to bring pleasure to her wonderful Mistress.

"You may suck now whore," Suckle heard Miss Tamala tell her. "But use your tongue slowly. This is my first orgasm of the day and I want it to last a long time before I cum. And keep your nose buried as far in my pussy as you can. I am going to use your nose like a little prick when I start to fuck your pig face," Miss Tamala continued telling Suckle in a highly aroused voice.

Suckle didn't hesitate any more. She had been in this position before and her Mistress had taught her well. She let her long tongue explore its surroundings. She took a bunch of the thick black ringlets of hair between her lips, sucking any of the old juices from the lovemaking of last night she found there. It felt wonderful to Suckle to feel Miss Tamala's pubic hair in her mouth. She let her tongue explore the outer pussy lips, then go inside to scoop up volumes of the thick hot nectar of her Mistress. She kept the juices in her mouth, then took another mouthful of pubic hair and pressed her lips together as though she was trying to make sure not one drop of juice she found there escaped. All the while she was very careful not to go anywhere near her Mistress's clit. She must wait for permission ... for permission to taste that delicious part of her Mistress ... the part she learned to suck like a pacifier.

The tension and urgency for release was building up fast in Miss Tamala. She would have liked to make it last a longer time but Suckle had learned her position so well ... her tongue was driving her to the brink. Miss Tamala pounded her ass cheeks hard against Suckle's forehead as she started the 'fucking' motion on Suckle's head. Suckle's nose felt really good buried deep in her pussy and it was serving as a little dildo ... a warm little dildo. Miss Tamala pounded so hard on Suckle's forehead with her ass a few times that she could hear the 'bang' of Suckle's skull on the tile. "Fuck the bitch," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "it feels good, too good to care about the bastard's head ... fuck her, fuck her." When Miss Tamala reached this state of arousal there was only one thing that mattered to her ... her satisfaction, her pleasure, her fun!

When Miss Tamala would pull her ass backward on the 'back' stroke on Suckle's head, her outer pussy lips would totally engulf Suckle's nostrils forcing an abundant amount of her juices up both nostrils. Suckle nose was 'stuffed,' her mouth was filled to overflowing and she began to swallow all of her Mistress's nectar.

Miss Tamala heard the sound of Suckle swallowing. She could feel her juices flowing like never before and she knew that Suckle was swallowing them. This excited Miss Tamala to the point of no return. She grabbed both of Suckle nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each of her hands. She pulled on them hard as though she was holding onto the 'reins' of a horse and she used Suckle's head and face like a saddle.

Now Miss Tamala was in full motion ... her ass banging on Suckle's forehead, the sound of Suckle's bouncing skull on the tile, the tongue of Suckle doing its job without any regard for the pain she felt every time her head banged against the hard tile. "My clit ... my clit ... go to my clit ... go, go, go," she yelled at Suckle. "That's it ... that's it ... suck, suck you motherfucker, suck ... suck like it's a pacifier ... yeah, yeah, yeah," Miss Tamala's sexual emotions and desire had taken over complete control of her body and her mind at this point.

Then like a bolt of lightning it came ... the highest peak and then over the top. "Yes, yes, yes ... oh shit, oh, oh ... yeah, yeah ... oh, you motherfucking whore ... you fucking slut ... that was good ... oh shit, that was great ..." Miss Tamala's 'fucking' gyrations on Suckle's head were slowing down as she reached an intense orgasm. But she didn't want to stop just yet. She rubbed her ass the whole length of Suckle's face, from her forehead down to her chin. When her ass cheeks separated over Suckle's nose, she felt Suckle's tongue come out. Miss Tamala stopped for a moment when her asshole was directly over Suckle's mouth. Suckle knew what to do. Miss Tamala felt Suckle's tongue go in between her ass cheeks. She felt Suckle lick up and down the crack of her ass ... and it felt so good. Just the thought of her 'slave' licking her ass stirred a feeling of 'renewal' in her loins. Then she felt Suckle's tongue rimming her asshole ... go inside ... then out ... back in ... and out.

Miss Tamala took her ass away from Suckle's eager tongue and rested it on her forehead as she tried to recover from her intense orgasm. She was still breathing a little heavy as she relaxed.

"Good girl, good whore. I'm proud of your progress. You are beginning to make your Mistress proud to own you," she said to Suckle. "I should have installed your tongue stud before I fucked your face. But hell, we can do that later. After all, you aren't going any place ... ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala said in a light hearted mocking tone of voice. "Go ahead and masturbate yourself you fucking unsatisfiable pig."

Suckle's both hands went immediately to her own pussy. She loved to masturbate for her Mistress now ... loved the feeling of lewdness she felt go throughout her very being as she performed for her Mistress ... the one who owned her. She had earned a 'good girl, a 'good whore,' ... her Mistress told her she was making her proud to own her. Wasn't that what she wanted?

"Of course," Suckle thought to herself "that is what every good dedicated slave wants from their owner. To be obedient, to bring their owner pleasure and to entertain them in whatever way they were instructed to," Suckle continued thinking to herself.

The combination of the way Suckle's 'new' mind was working and her masturbating herself was bringing her arousal to the peak. She was getting ready to cum ... to masturbate herself to an orgasm. She got that lustful smile on her face again ... the smile of someone who was so sexually high that the only thing in the world that mattered at this split second was their satisfaction ... their release.

In one last act of wantonness, of complete abandonment of her prior inhibitions, Suckle stretched her head over the side of the tub where her Mistress was kneeling while watching her masturbate. Without a word, and without any orders from her Mistress, she voluntarily opened her mouth wide ... as wide as she could in an effort to demonstrate to her Mistress just what a slut she had become.

Miss Tamala smiled at the sight of the total depravity of her white whore. She was bringing Suckle 'full circle.' There would never be any question or any doubt in Suckle's mind anymore. She knew where she belonged and who she belonged to.

Miss Tamala stretched over to put her face just above Suckle's wide opened mouth. Suckle looked at the beautiful bronze brown skinned face of her Mistress. She looked into the dark eyes of this very aristocratic lady. She watched as the red full lips of Miss Tamala began to squeeze together and her mouth moved as though it was gathering a large amount of salvia. Suckle's submissive heart was pounding as she watched the red lips part and the salvia come slowly out of her Mistress's mouth and pour down into hers. Suckle was once again tasting the very essence of her owner ... and she was becoming addicted to it. Just as the second large of amount of saliva came from Miss Tamala's mouth into hers, Suckle's body shook indicating that she had brought herself to a climax. Suckle had timed her orgasm perfectly. She came just as she was swallowing her Mistress's spit. It made her feel so bad, yet so good.

As Suckle's heavy breathing from her climax subsided and she was returning to a more relaxed state of mind, Miss Tamala reached over and 'puppy petted' her head. Back and forth Miss Tamala petted her slave's head and saw the almost puppy like look of gratefulness on Suckle's face.

"Good girl, good little piggy girl," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a soft voice. "Now finish cleaning yourself up. Rub the bleach and soap mixture into your skin good so we can get your skin pure white. I want your skin as white as a ghost so I can dress you up like a porcelain doll. I always wanted a doll to play with ... a doll that I could play with and dress and decorate any way I wanted to. You my little fuck head, are going to fill that desire. Hurry up, we have a lot to do today and you have a lot more to learn."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala, yes, oh, thank you Mistress Tamala," Suckle emotionally and eagerly answered.

Miss Tamala picked up her robe and turned to leave the room. "I'm going to take a shower in my bathroom. Someday soon, I will teach you how to bathe and care for your Mistress's body. But right now, we have other things to do. When you are cleaned up, go over to the mirror and put your hands behind your head, elbows straight out from your body and look at your stupid face in the mirror until I come for you. Concentrate on becoming a good whore for your Mistress so I can be proud of you," Miss Tamala gave Suckle her final instructions as she left this bathroom.

Suckle was reaching the pinnacle of submissiveness. She 'hung' on every word from her Mistress's mouth as Miss Tamala told her some of the things she had to look forward to. It almost seemed like she couldn't wait to see how else she could make her Mistress proud of her. Suckle's mind was going in one direction anymore and it seemed like she was always in some degree of arousal. Just her Mistress's voice did that to her. "Fuck Lynn Langley," Suckle thought to herself with that little lustful smile on her face, surprising herself that she reached the point where she would be thinking such 'dirty thoughts' and saying such 'dirty words' under her breath. Then in a 'daring' impulsive instant, daring for Suckle, she said out loud so she could hear the words herself, "I would rather be Suckle, Mistress Tamala's and Madame Mary's whore!!!