Chapter 18 - Settling in to life in Natchez
After bathing, we submissively knelt before our beautiful Princess to await her
pleasure. Staff of the estate had been busy over night, it seems, for she
informed us that our measurements had been taken while we slept, and that the
costumes designed for our use when at the estate, and not entertaining visitors,
had already been completed. Also, one bondage rack had already been constructed
for me, so that I could perform as my Queen's living dildo immediately, should
she desire such service. This was just as well, the princess commented, smiling
down at me, because Her Majesty has informed me that you will be required to
perform as such today, while she informs us of what transpired last night.
At this news my limp prick stirred slightly. I was to be fucked by my fabulous
Queen. My brain was filled with remembrances of the exquisite sensations her
satin pussy sleave visited on my prick so long ago, and I was soon to experience
such ecstasy once again. I couldn't wait. Princess, noting the gleam in my eyes,
somewhat deflated me when she added, "The Queen will surely test your endurance
to the full, little cockslut. It seems that last evening at the palace, she
found out one home truth. The King only ever has homosexual males at his palace,
so she was unable to relieve her sexual tensions but, never the less, was forced
to watch as his slaves attended to his pleasure almost constantly, while they
discussed their affairs. I asked her why she hadn't woken us when she returned
and she told me that she was too tired, and had decided that she would make up
for it today."
I flushed hotly when Princess told me that a living dildo structure had been
constructed overnight and installed in the Queen's private rooms early this
morning, at her specific instructions. Cuntslut displayed an expression of
sadness while this was going on and, noting this, Princess said gently, "I'm
sure that you will not be left out, little cuntslut. Our Queen's appetites are
stupendous, and no doubt, if you ask nicely, she will allow you to assist in
attending to her pleasure. Now off you both go, and get dressed. We are due in
the Queen's chamber in a half an hour.
Cuntslut and I crawled off to our dressing room, and saw that new, every day
costumes were laid out for us. We giggled excitedly while we inspected these
bizarre sets of apparel. So deliciously sexy, and delightfully demeaning. They
actually were quite simple in their design, like French maid's uniforms, but
without the tunic. White satin garter belts and open halters, slinky black nylon
hose, tiny white lace aprons, almost transparent, impossibly high heeled black
patent leather pumps, and to top it off, white lacy maid's caps. We quickly
dressed ourselves in our new finery, and then inspected each other to ensure
that we were perfect.
What delightfully erotic sights we made. Cuntslut's little apron reached down
her front just far enough to ensure that the smooth plump lips of her mouth
watering pussy just peeped out below the hem and, in my case, about three inches
of my ropy cock stem and, of course, its big juicy head, hung below the hem line
of my apron. Our svelte bottoms, of course, were deliciously bare and available.
The halters framed our massive tits prettily, and our legs felt gorgeous,
sheathed in the stockings. The shoes we wore were not entirely meant for
walking, but after a few minutes of teetering around we were able to move
without actually falling on our faces. The caps perched on top of our well
brushed out hair completed the delightful decoration, leaving us pictures of
extreme eroticism. We quickly completed our preparations by applying our
make-up. We were instructed to keep our make-up jobs a little less sluttish for
home consumption, so we didn't look like whore's about to start business this
time. Such a look was reserved for when we were to be seen in public. Even
though I had come to grips with the fact that, outwardly at least, I was a girl
in every respect except for my prick and balls, I still flushed with acute
embarrassment when applying make-up to my face.
When we were finished we crawled back into the vestibule, and prostrated
ourselves before our Princess. She was dressed in leather and lace, and looked
absolutely gorgeous, and delightfully dominant. "Let me inspect you, my little
slaves." She commanded, her voice clearly betraying the excitement we all felt.
We reared up and clasped our hands behind our heads, and wantonly displayed our
erotically clad bodies to the beautiful domatrix. "Lovely, lovely!" She
breathed. "Don't you two just look the epitome of submissiveness, and so sexy.
The Queen will be pleased."
We both flushed with pleasure, and excitement, for we knew we were soon to see
our Queen, our reason for being. "Come along, you darling sluts, Her Majesty
awaits us." We followed our Princess from our rooms, on hands and knees, of
course, and proceeded down a long passageway that seemed to go on for ever. At
last we arrived at another set of ornate double doors. Princess tapped on the
doors, and a few seconds later they were swung open by two rubber clad servants,
and we entered what was the Queen's private rooms.
The Queen's rooms were similarly designed to those we occupied, but larger, and
much more lavishly furnished. We crawled into the centre of her drawing room,
and took up our positions before an empty throne like chair, which was, at this
time, unoccupied. Cuntslut and I quickly settled into our normal postures with
our highly presented, bare, shapely bottoms swaying slowly, and erotically, and
our heads bowed low. While it is not easy for me to look around when in this
waiting posture, I was able to see most of the front half of the room. My heart
pounded when I saw that an intricate looking structure was in place just to one
side, and in front of the throne. It seemed to be constructed almost exclusively
of black, shiny rubber, with a multitude of straps and bonds hanging from it,
along with what appeared to be a full discipline helmet. It didn't take a genius
to guess that this structure was designed to hold a slave's body in total
bondage, and was the first of many to be constructed for the express purpose of
presenting me as a living dildo.
Some sounds began to be heard off to one side of the chamber, out of my line of
vision. Then the Queen swept into view. My heart pounded with lust and excited
devotion when she came into my line of sight, and walked to her throne. She was
dressed in nothing but a flowing, gauzy peignoir, open down her front, and my
prick twitched in pleasure while my eyes drank in her fabulous charms. The
beautiful domatrix sat on her throne, and after a few seconds of contemplation,
spoke for the first time:
"Well, let me inspect you, my little slutlings?" She commanded. Cuntslut and I
immediately reared our bodies up and our hands clasped behind our heads in
servile surrender. We rolled our shoulders sensually causing our massive tits to
shimmy sexily, and undulated our hips so that, in my case, my now achingly stiff
prick was obscenely offered to the stunning woman, a bead of pale juice already
seeping from the slit in its tip, and in cuntslut's case, her fragrant cunt
split already shining with the moisture of arousal, was offered with equally
obscene perversity.
My Queen smiled down at our obscenely posturing nudities in pleasure, and said,
"Just gorgeous, my pretty sluts, just gorgeous. You are just perfect in you
little maid's costumes. So sexy, so submissive, and so depraved." She said, her
own excitement almost palpable, then continuing, "Princess, I'm most pleased
with your efforts. If these costumes are anything to go by, I'm sure that the
sluts are in for some lovely humiliation whenever you introduce them to new, and
even sexier modes of dress." We revelled in our Queen's praise and, if anything,
stepped up the depravity of our obscene gyrations to please her even more.
"Well, my dears," She continued. "Last night, apart from being utterly boring
from the point of view of entertainment, did reveal some fairly exciting things
to me about this Kingdom, and how we can take advantage of the delights it
offers. I have been giving some thought to the regime I'm going to impose for
us. In the first place, my Princess, we are going to have to purchase a personal
slave for you, or you're likely to go crazy with frustration while watching me
make use of these two harlots all the time. Tomorrow we will visit a secret
slave clearing house that the King has told me about." Princess grinned happily
at this announcement, obviously excited at the prospect of choosing a slave for
her own personal pleasure. True, she could entertain herself with us when we
were ensconced in our own quarters, but I could only agree that she would need
someone to cater to her lusts on the many occasions that we would not available
for that purpose.
"I intend to allow cuntslut and cockslut to sample the delights of the city,
un-attended, from time to time. It will give them the opportunity to wallow in
their submission in many exciting and varied ways. I'm sure that cockslut well
remembers the delightful diversions available in this place. They will have
these opportunities because you and I, Princess, will be frequently engaged in
affairs of state and business, not to mention enjoying some variety in the
activities we undertake for our own amusement. I understand that numerous new
establishments have gone into business on the city's sex strip since little
cockslut and I was last there." I, despite my arousal, and perverted exhibition,
still shivered with barely suppressed lust when remembering just those very
things that we had experienced before we were taken to the realm of the aliens.
If I was excited at the prospect of cuntslut and I being permitted to troll the
various emporiums and clubs of the strip, I became even more excited when she
made her next announcement, and the obscene undulations of my hips provided
clear evidence of that lustful exhilaration.
"I have already managed to purchase a little toy for cockslut, and will be
looking out for one for cuntslut too. In the meantime, I'm sure that cockslut
will be only to happy to let cuntslut play with his toy from time to time, in
fact, I insist upon it!" My brain sang with anticipation. What could my Queen
have possibly acquired for me. The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't
wait to find out. While my mind was engaged in trying to anticipate what my toy
was, my Queen continued with her stimulating discourse:
"As I mentioned earlier, while last evening gave me a lot to look forward to in
the future, the evening itself was boring, and frustrating for me sexually. That
is to say, I had no relief at all. By the time I arrived back here at my palace
it was really late, and I decided that I was too tired to wake you up and have
you attend to me. Needless to say, I am now extremely horny, and I fully intend
to make up for lost time. Princess, get the whore cockslut fixed to the device
that my artisans have just completed for me. I would have him perform as my
living dildo for a few hours, while I tell you all about some other interesting
developments from last evening. While this device is designed for complete
sensory deprivation I want you to leave him with the ability to hear this time,
because, in addition to the fact that he needs to learn of our new lifestyle, I
also know he will be especially interested in one of the plans the King and I
have decided to put into practice."
Princess prodded my obscenely performing nudity, and led me over to the
structure I mentioned earlier. I was ordered to lay on my back on the main stay
of the structure, which I did, with excitement growing at the thought of feeling
my Queen's stupendous pussy embracing my stiff aching prick stalk. Once my body
was in place I was strapped to the stay at shoulders, waist, thighs, knees
ankles, arms and wrists with stiff rubber straps. The straps were tightened to
the extent that when she was finished I found that I was unable to move a
muscle. Princess then drew a pair of straps up through my splayed open crotch
and worked them around the base of my wildly throbbing prick, and just above my
already aching, sap filled nuts.
She pulled these straps tight, and tied them securely off. The end result of
this action was that my prick stem now pointed straight up towards the ceiling.
The discipline helmet was then put on my head. It fitted like a second skin.
Over the eyes were zips, as there was over my mouth. These zips were currently
open. Small holes, equipped with tiny connectors, were positioned beneath each
of my nostrils. Muffs that would normally attach to my ears, cutting off all
sounds, were left hanging from the sides of the helmet, but the other zips were
then closed, plunging me into darkness, and rendering me speechless.
"Leave his eyes available for the time being, Princess. I want him to see how
he, not to mention cuntslut, are to be used on this structure before I settle
down to slake my lust on his gorgeous fuck pole." The Queen added, after the eye
zips had been closed. Princess, acceding to my Queen's request and unzipped the
openings over my eyes. The domatrix did, however, leave the zip over my mouth
closed. Thus I lay, immovably on my back on the bondage structure. My line of
sight allowed my to peer, between the jutting mounds of my massive tits, at the
standing stalk of my thick, hot, throbbing cock, which now rose proudly from
what had become the highest point of my strapped down body.
My Queen took a harness like garment and stepped into it, drawing it up her
lovely legs like an athlete's jock strap. Another rubber discipline helmet hung
from the front centre of the belt of the garment. She tightened the belt so that
it could not slip down her belly. She then rose up to her full height, and
straddled my captive nudity. The Queen poised her bare crotch over the standing
stalk of my pulsating prick. I watched in excited awe while the marvellous royal
domatrix used her fingers to spread the plump lips of her ravishing pussy wide
open. I gasped with pleasure when the hot, wet meat of the mouth of her stunning
pussy sleave closed over the tip of my pulsing prick. I squealed in silent
ecstasy when the stunning domatrix allowed her gorgeous pussy tube to accept
every inch of my throbbing stalk. It took every ounce of my concentration to
stop my pleasure soaked pole of lust from erupting on the spot, in the velvet
embrace that had been denied it for so long.
My Queen sighed with pleasure while her rippling pussy hole clasped tightly
around my entire length. "Oh, how gorgeous that feels," the consummate hedonist
sighed, "There can bo no doubt about it, sweet cockslut, you do have the most
delightful prick in the universe. My pussy adores it. How lucky I am to own it.
Princess, bring the support arm into place, if you please." Princess then
manoeuvred a seat like apparatus under the Queen's thighs. Once in place my
Queen allowed her bottom cheeks to rest on the two slat like planks that formed
the base of the support. The slats were shaped to mould her bottom mounds
comfortably. She then allowed herself to lean back against the padded back rest
of the apparatus.
The thing looked like one of those movable seats that movie directors use to get
close looks at sets while filming, and it served a similar, but much more
interesting purpose, as part of this particular construction. As soon as she was
comfortable she called out to cuntslut to climb up onto my torso. The gorgeous
little slut hastened to comply, being anxious to be part of the Queen's
pleasure. The Queen then called on Princess to assist her. Soon they had
cuntslut's head trapped in the discipline helmet hanging from the centre of the
belt the Queen wore. It was, of course, obvious to me by now, what the purpose
of this whole harness like apparatus that my Queen wore was.
"Now, little slut," My Queen instructed cuntslut, "It's your job to use your
exquisitely soft little tongue to tease my woman prick, while my pussy hole is
pleasured by cockslut's big hot cock pole. As for you, cockslut, I have no need
to remind you that the consequences for you will be unimaginable, should you
allow your cock to spit while I am using it for my pleasure!"
The straps on the lower side of cuntslut's helmet were then tightened, causing
her trapped head to be brought flush up against the Queens drooling, widely
splayed pussy lips. I could just imagine the joy and elation cuntslut was
feeling as she allowed her tongue to play with the hard spike of our Queen's
beautiful girl prick, not to mention the luscious flavours that would, by this
time, be already dominating her senses.
"I'll tell you what, Princess," The Queen suggested, "Why don't you use little
cockslut's tongue to masturbate your woman cock. I have had a little device made
that is designed to facilitate the use his tongue just for this purpose. It's in
the storage cupboard over against the far wall. You won't be able to miss it,
darling, it's the only thing in the cupboard at present. When you get it I'll
explain how it is designed to be used." There was a few moments of silence while
Princess was obviously retrieving the item the Queen had mentioned. Then I felt
her hands on my head, and was able to star up at her evilly grinning face.
"Oh, I see that you've already worked out how it is to be used, darling." The
Queen laughed, "Well get it in place, then close off the whore's sight, and we
can settle down to our pleasure. Then I'll tell you all about the things I
learnt last night." Princess reached, with her fingers, into my mouth and hooked
out the length of my tongue. She pulled the slippery organ out as far as she
could, and then took the rubberised item she had retrieved. I gasped as the
elastic, rubber, ring like object enclosed my tongue, and was driven a couple of
inches down its length. The rubber ring captured my tongue close to my lips
causing about two inches of it to protrude out of the other side of the rubber
plug. It also caused my tongue to stiffen slightly, and actually denied me the
ability to wriggle it. The rubber plug like thing was then fixed securely to the
discipline helmet.
"What a clever idea, my Queen!" Princess exclaimed after she had finished
putting my tongue into its bizarre bondage. Then she zipped up the eye pieces of
the helmet, plunging me into total darkness. The only awareness sense available
to me now was that of hearing and, as such, this sense seemed to become highly
enhanced. I sensed, more than anything else, Princess' thighs straddling my
head, but there was no doubting the sensation of her stiff hot girl prick coming
into contact with my captive tongue. It was so delicious to be rendered so
helpless, and then used so erotically, by beautiful domatrixes. I was in heaven.
My acute hearing soon picked up on a low humming sound, and then the voice of
the Queen commenting, "Now, to find out how good this seat of mine is." My brain
exploded in ecstasy, and I had to utilise every ounce of my renowned self
control to stop my cock from exploding in orgasm. The seat on which my Queen
perched began to do two things. Firstly, it began to revolve in small slow
circles, causing my deeply buried prick to experience the luscious sensations of
my Queen's pussy pit being revolved sensually around its pulsating length. Then,
to my eternal anguish, the seat began to slowly rise up and fall by at least ten
inches. This caused my Queen's gorgeous pussy to stroke the entire length of my
throbbing cock, and it squeezed and massaged the stalk with all the skill and
erotic talent that my Queen possessed.
I was literally sobbing with the effort it took to stop myself from coming under
such an exquisitely pleasurable assault. The Queen, in ecstasy herself,
obviously understanding the erotic torment that I must have been going through,
shrieked out with her pleasure, "Oh, cockslut, this is simply gorgeous. My pussy
is coming already! I'm coming, sweet harlot dildo! I'm coming!" Her pussy sleave
seemed to be trying to strangle the life out of my wildly pulsating cock stalk
while she climaxed with feral intensity.
When she finally got her breath back she breathed, excitedly, "Sweet harlot, if
you can bear to take this until I've exhausted my craving for pleasure, without
disgracing yourself by allowing your prick to spurt, I'll grant you an ultimate
reward. I'll have your Princess whip you off most cruelly while I watch you
suffer. Think about it, my depraved whore! Think how glorious your agony will
be! Dream of your bleeding stalk erupting for your Queen's pleasure! I know
you'll love it! I know you'll adore it! Surely you'll not risk missing out on
such a gift! Oh! Oh! I'm coming again! I'm coming again! I don't believe it! The
ecstasy is exquisite my sweet slut!"
For my part, I was beyond coherent thought. My pleasure soaked cock could do
nothing but accept the glorious delights that my Queen's wildly spasming,
velvety pussy tube assailed it with. I tried to concentrate on the anticipation
of the fall of the whip, to lose myself in contemplation of flawless agony.
Somehow I managed it, and it was as much a result of the princess' use of my
tongue as anything. My senses were flooded with the rich, spicy flavours of her
gorgeous pussy, and that allowed me to get my mind off the pleasure that kept
threatening me with sexual insanity, from time to time.
Actually, after my Queen had experienced her first half a dozen climaxes, which
seemed to explode over her one after the other, my ordeal became slightly less
harrowing. The Queen also managed to arrive at some sort of control over her own
reactions. She settled down to enjoy a slow, but relentless surfeit of sexual
pleasure, her dripping pussy clasping my throbbing prick stalk with only a
slightly less forceful grip than at first, as it was drawn up and down on that
pole by the cleverly designed seat she occupied. All her pleasures, of course,
were complimented by the continued teasing of her stiff, pulsating woman cock by
the clever and insistent tongue of my sister slave, the adorable cuntslut.
The Queen broached the subject of our plans for the next day, before telling us
of things about the kingdom, and what they meant to us:
"Tomorrow, sweet Princess, you and I will go and acquire you that personal slave
I promised. That is likely to take us all day so I think we'll allow cockslut
and cuntslut to go to town and explore. Have you had a suitable set of costumes
made up for this sort of purpose yet?" She asked the Princess, who was just
coming down from yet another shattering climax wrenched from her spasming girl
prick while she masturbated it on my captive tongue. The Princess gasped out
that, while she thought that this would be OK, she would make certain of it
before she retired that evening.
For my part, I shivered with happiness. I well remembered the delights of
Natchez from my earlier exposure, and I couldn't wait to show the place to my
gorgeously sexy and submissive companion, cuntslut. The Queen then introduced a
subject that made my blood boil with residual resentment, then a self satisfied
sense of final justice, as the planned scenario unfolded. The Queen related the
story:
"His Majesty informed me that, about four months ago two dominants turned up in
what was then the principality. One was a huge blonde woman with a fabulous set
of tits, and the other, a massive negro. Sound familiar, sweet cockslut?" She
asked rhetorically, then continued, knowing I had no chance to even acknowledge
the question, let alone answer it, "Anyhow, they were looking for a couple of
their former slaves whom they insisted, deserved to be punished to the ultimate.
They informed His Majesty, that they had it from impeccable sources that the two
errant slaves had been seen, and definitely identified as having visited his
principality, and insisted that he find them, and either turn them over for
appropriate punishment, or tell them how to find them." The Queen paused while
yet another cataclysmic orgasm shook her, then continued with her tale:
"Little cockslut knows what I'm talking about when I say that these two, who
used to be our dominators, displayed the sort of arrogance that makes people
like the King, and I now, see red. Anyhow, the King had them thrown out of the
principality forth with. He told them that neither they, nor any agents they
might seek to send in the future, would be tolerated in the principality,
telling them that if they decided to ignore his warnings either they, or any who
represented them, might find out just how unpleasant it could be, in the
"prisons" under his control. Actually, there are no prisons, as such, in the
kingdom, but I'll explain about that later." The Queen related. Her writhing
pussy sleave gave my pleasure soaked sex pole an extra strong squeeze, obviously
transmitting to me the fact that she realised what effect her disclosures might
be having on me, for it was obvious she was talking about Mistress Lotta, and
Master Frederick, before she continued:
"I made no bones about the fact that I knew who His Majesty was talking about,
and while he was relating his story a plan began to form in my head. I know the
cockslut does not have a dominant cell in his body, but I also know that my
feelings towards the odious woman that so abused him are as powerful and
vengeful as possible. I also know that my thirst for revenge against the man who
betrayed my trust can never be quenched. I quickly outlined my plan to his
Majesty, and he has entered into the spirit of my scheme to extract the ultimate
revenge entirely." My heart pounded with elation while I tried to anticipate
what deliciously cruel vengeance my Queen had dreamed up. I was not to be
disappointed.
"I have asked his Majesty to somehow convey to the two loathsome dominants that
he has forgiven them their rudeness, and understands their frustration at what
their slaves had done, and seemingly got away with. He has, in short, invited
them to return to the kingdom, in the hope that he will be able to assist them
in their search. Needless to say, when they return we are going to capture them,
and their lives as dominants will be over. They will suffer the ultimate
humiliation for dominants. That is we intend to reduce them to depraved slavery
of the lowest type we can dream up." The Queen laughed in glee at the thought of
the vengeance she would wreak, and I must admit that even I was eagerly
anticipating the plans she might have devised.
"I intend to reduce the heinous Frederick to the status of castrated male
harlot, to spend the rest of his existence imprisoned in my own brothel. He will
serve as a suck slave to males, almost exclusively. But even more appropriately,
he will be tormented and subjugated until he, himself, begs me to have him
de-balled, so that he can begin his life long sentence. I am going to enjoy
bringing that bastard down, I can assure you!" The Queen's feral pussy exploded
yet again. I'm sure is was as much from the anticipation of revenge, than from
the pleasure my tormented cock imparted.
"As for cockslut's former owner, I have devised a special, life long punishment
for that putrid slag. You know, darlings," She said with a chortle, "And I'm
sure that the sting in the tail of my little plan will not be lost on my little
cockslut. This horrible pervert revelled in reducing cockslut to the most
demeaning of situations not, as you would think, in the fashion of a sensitive
dominant, but more as the selfish bitch that she has always been. You all know
what a beautiful fuck stick cockslut has. Well this whore bitch forced him to
display it for her pleasure all the time, and never allowed it to enter any of
her sluttish orifices. She, in her supreme arrogance, thought that cockslut's
lovely prick was beneath the rewards of entering her body. Such unconscionable
pomposity! And not only that, she threatened my cockslut with the ultimate
punishment for a willing submissive if he ever allowed even the tiniest drop of
his succulent ball cream to touch her person!" The Queen related, obviously
raising the ire of the Princess who expressed her own disbelief at such mindless
cruelty, and who began to show a more keen interest in assisting with the
punishment of such a person. The Queen continued to unfold her plan:
"I intend to reduce this odious slut to a state where she worships slave cock
only, and in particular, the cock of her former chattel, cockslut. She will
spend every conscious moment mindlessly displaying her utter submission to slave
prick in both thought and action. The heinous slag, from the moment of her utter
surrender on, will only ever be fucked up her vile cunt pit, or equally putrid
arse chasm, or be permitted to orally worship slave cock when in public, with an
audience who can appreciate her servile submission, and be entertained by her
perverted worship. Indeed, the only prick to ever actually violate the fat
whore, or be worshipped by her contemptible maw, will that which she vowed would
never sully her person, the prick of my lovely slave, cockslut!" I shivered with
pleasure at the appropriateness of my Queen's revenge, and dreamed of the awful
fate that my former domatrix would be forced not only to submit to, but to revel
in, in her forced surrender. My Queen, however, was not yet finished:
"Each time I have cockslut violate the foul whore, before the required audience,
she will be forced to plead for her humiliation, heaping scorn upon herself for
her previous behaviour, and expressing her utter adoration of the prick that she
had so cruelly denied. Further, my friends, at the climax of each public
humiliation of the fat harlot, far from never allowing a speck of submissive sex
juice to tarnish her skin, she will joyfully accept the streams of a multitude
of spurting slave cocks bathing her nudity. She will be forced to express her
joy at being so privileged, while wallowing in the shower of slave ball juice
that splashes onto her. As a climax to her degradation the corpulent harlot will
beg to show her gratitude to the slaves who have so honoured her, by begging to
be permitted to tongue kiss their pungent arse rings." The Queen sighed
contentedly while yet another orgasm, albeit, a much milder one shook her body,
just as she finished relating her plans for my former domatrix.
I could only marvel at her cruel imagination, and her ingenuity at coming up
with such appropriate retribution for the heartless Mistress Lotta. I looked
forward to the pleasure of seeing the fabulous Lotta reduced to worshipping my
cock so humiliatingly, not to mention the satisfaction I would derive from
fucking the previously haughty bitch. Before continuing with the next instalment
of her news the Queen suggested to Princess that little cuntslut's delightful
tongue was causing her such delight that the adorable slut deserved a small
reward her unstinting efforts. She asked the Princess if she would mind
attending to the little harlot's pleasure by fist fucking her silky cunt tube.
Needless to say, Princess was only to happy to comply, and I could soon discern
that cockslut's little body was moving noticeably against my thrusting tits.
"The King has informed me that, as a matter of course, I will be expected to
join him in passing judgement, and imposing appropriate punishments, on sexual
miscreants brought before special courts that are conducted within the Kingdom
from time to time. It appears that both dominants and slaves are permitted to
bring grievances before this court, which generally sits once a month, depending
on the numbers of complaints lodged. I, of course, am only too happy to attend
these sittings, and will, no doubt, derive great pleasure from the events. The
next of these trials is scheduled to take place at the King's palace a week from
now. You, my Princess, have been nominated as the special prosecutor, a duty you
will no doubt enjoy I suspect. The normal prosecutor has displeased the King,
and has been stripped of his privilege. Cockslut and cuntslut, of course, will
be permitted to view the proceedings from a specially built slaves' gallery."
My Queen paused for breath, no doubt building to another pleasure peak as her
stunning pussy plunged up and down on my ferally aching pole of lust, while the
infinitely clever tongue of cuntslut teased her bulging woman cock with
relentless eroticism. I heard the unmistakable squelching sounds of a fist
reaming out a pussy, and the wriggling of cuntslut's delightful nudity against
my massive tits, bore evidence to the ecstasy the little harlot was being
subjected to by the lovely Princess. The consummate domatrix continued to
masturbate her own spasming girl prick on my captive tongue which was, by this
time, almost completely numb.
"After we have purchased you a slave, Princess, I think we'll take the
opportunity to inspect my brothel. It makes me so much money that I expect that
it will be hard to improve on, but, never the less, I intend to increase its
profits. We will be able to put our immaginations to the test in dreaming up
depraved and perverted services that will cater to our clients' deviant tastes,
and persuade them to part with their hard earned cash, I'm sure. The extra time
this will take will give my two little slutlings plenty of time to explore the
strip."
Little muffled squeals of pleasure were soon emanating from just above me, and I
correctly assumed that cuntslut was making these while Princess' driving fist
brought her off. Certainly the almost painful bouncing of her smooth thighs on
my tits seemed to bear this out. The three women enjoyed their sexual diversion,
almost entirely at my expense, for another hour or so. The Queen, from time to
time, announcing other things that she had learned. Eventually, even she seemed
to tire, however, and the vice like grip her fabulous pussy held on my tormented
prick stalk began to lose some of its former potency. Finally, the movement of
the bizarre seat the Queen occupied was stilled, with my cock buried to the hilt
up that adorable sex sleave. With a sigh of contentment, and complete sexual
satiation, my Queen prepared to dismount. As she did so, her elastic pussy tube
gave my pulsing stalk one final, intense squeeze, which she held for the entire
time it took for her to un-sheath herself.
"Oh! Just look at the state of cockslut's stalk!" The Queen cried out with glee.
"I've never seen it looking so red. It must be super sensitive! How deliciously
it will be able to savour its agony. The poor little whore's nuts have swollen
enormously. They must be literally bursting with sap. I'll bet we are in for a
magnificent exhibition of male sexuality peaking, my dears. It will be just
stupendous, I'm sure!"
By this time the Queen must have freed cuntslut form her mild bondage for I next
felt the little slut dismounting from her position on top of me. Princess then
un-straddled my captive head, and removed the rubber plug that had held my
tongue imprisoned for so long. It was with some relief that I allowed it to flop
back into my mouth, and was able to work some feeling back into the horribly
abused organ. I was thankful that I was not required to speak at this point for
I was sure that I would have been incapable of making any coherent sounds, such
was the state of my aching tongue.
"Princess, retrieve a suitable weapon from our collection to administer to
cockslut's pleasure punishment, if you please. I'm sure that there are plenty to
choose from but, because he was so good, and so dutiful, choose a particularly
brutal one, for his suffering deserves to be as exquisitely agonising as is
possible." I shuddered with dreadful anticipation, strapped down as I was, and
completely defenceless. But I found myself yearning for my ordeal to begin. My
long, thick, hot cock pole, still shining with the juices of my Queen's
marvellous pussy, throbbed with eager lust, and longed to burn in agony.
Suddenly the zips covering my eyes were opened, and I blinked away the tears
that sudden exposure to light had caused to flow from them as soon as that light
hit me. Once I was again able to see properly, I found that I was able to gaze
down my body, between my massive tits, at the standing pole of my tormented
cock. Indeed it was as red as I had ever seen it. My Queen was right. It looked
as though it had been rubbed raw. Its delicate skin shone with the juices of her
sex, which were slowly drying, but still gave it the appearance of having been
painted with a shiny reflective substance.
Princess returned with a whip. My heart leapt in fear at its barbaric design,
even though I had seen similar weapons before. It was four feet long, with a
penis shaped hand grip at one end, which the domatrix held in her gloved fist,
which itself, still bore the evidence of having been used to fuck out little
cuntslut's perverted cunt pit. The rest of the whip consisted of a barely
flexible length of heavy gauge wire. The business end, that is the last six
inches or so, was decorated with a myriad of tiny, sharply honed spikes. The
light in the room reflected from these vicious little metal points giving the
wire an appearance of being crusted with tiny lights. I could only imagine the
agony this whip would wreak on my defenceless prick, and the pounding of my
heart took on new dimensions in anticipation of that event.
"Little slut," My Queen asked, "Would you like to worship your Queen's arse ring
with your submissive tongue while your gorgeous prick receives its painful
reward?" Before I could gather my thoughts to answer, the Queen interjected,
"No! I'm being selfish! I don't want to deny you the pleasure of watching while
Princess whips the scum from your cock. I know how much seeing yourself suffer
adds to your masochistic delight, my little pet. No, I won't deny you that small
pleasure!" The Queen smiled down at me, then noted that I was attempting,
vainly, of course, to rut my hips to alert her to the fact that I wished to
communicate. "You may speak, little harlot." She smiled. I gathered my thoughts,
and then pleaded, in suitably servile, and adoring tones, my eyes glistening
with tears of love and devotion:
"Oh Please! Oh Please! Most adored Queen. If it is your desire to savour the
sensations of my utterly submissive tongue worshipping at the sacred pout of
your eternally glorious anal ring. If it is your whim to feed my adoring senses
with the luscious flavours of your incomparably succulent rectum! Please!
Please! my revered Queen! Don't deny yourself this pleasure so that I, a mere
slave and plaything, can be afforded an insignificant gift. Please! Please! my
most idolised Queen! That I am to receive the ultimate reward, suffering for
your amusement is enough for me. Please! My Queen! Please!"
"Oh you adorable, adorable slut!" The Queen cried, her voice almost cracking
with emotion. "You are so superbly submissive! So utterly, and completely
devoted! To think that, even as you are about to suffer the most pitiless of
punishments! The most inhuman of agonies, you still think only of my pleasure.
You still display complete subordination of your own craving before a mere whim
from me. You have placed me in a dilemma, my pretty little pain whore. Now I
want both!" As soon as she had uttered these words, my hips attempted to rut
again, and my frantic eyes pleaded with her to be heard. "Speak, little harlot."
She cried.
"Please! Oh Please! Most cherished Queen!" I squealed in utter devotion. "You
can have both! You can, adored Majesty! Allow yourself to experience the
sensations of my worshipping tongue working tirelessly for the pleasure of your
divine anal ring, and heavenly rectum while Princess attends to the punishment
of my throbbing prick stalk. Please! Please! Idolised Majesty. I promise that a
minute or so, before my suffering sex slug is ready to spit, I'll signal you by
driving my adoring tongue as deeply into the hallowed depths of your fabulous
rectum as it is possible to do. You can then allow me to see my cock stalk
spurt, if it still pleases you to do so. Please! Please! Please! Adored Majesty,
you can have both! You can! You can!" I sobbed out with deeply felt emotion
racking my entire captive body.
The Queen's eyes radiated a deep love that, in turn, filled my heart with
complete happiness, before she replied to my suggestion, "Oh, you incomparably
submissive, sweet slut!" She enthused, "None of the King's ball-less whores can
hold a candle to you when it comes to submission. How could he even question the
veracity of your yearning to serve because I have allowed you to retain you
balls, you superbly servile little animal. Is this session being taped?" She
asked Princess. "Yes, your Majesty," the lovely domatrix replied, adding, "All
your sessions are to be taped for future viewing, as you have commanded."
"Good!" The Queen rejoined. "I'll send a copy of this one to his Majesty, so he
can see, first hand, how a truly subservient male acts, without the need to
suppress his urges. So that he can witness that retaining the ability to react
sexually need not only prevent such selfless devotion but, indeed, add to it
immeasurably. Of course, I'll accede to your pleas, my wonderful whore." She
said to me, "And to show you just how delighted I am with your demonstration of
selfless devotion I am going to grant you yet another reward." She then directed
her propositions to Princess first, then to cuntslut.
"Princess, concentrate your efforts solely on the top third of cockslut's lovely
prick stalk, will you? This will serve a two fold purpose. Firstly, it will
ensure that all of the punishment is inflicted on the most sensitive part of the
harlot's prick, and secondly, it will serve to protect our little cuntslut,
while she undertakes the task I will give her. You, little cuntslut, are to
kneel between cockslut's legs, and suck on his lovely full balls until he has
emptied them for our amusement. You may frig your little girl prick while you
suck, but you are to ensure that your precious little tongue imparts pleasure to
the slave's swollen eggs at least as exquisite as the agony Princess' cruel whip
will inflict on his tortured prick. Now get into position for I'm sure that my
sweet cockslut is as anxious for his ordeal to begin, as I am to see it happen!
Now, let's get rid of this!" She concluded, stripping the discipline helmet from
my head.
The coolish air of the room quickly began to dry the skin of my face, which, of
course, had sweated profusely when in the confines of the rubberised helmet. I
gazed up at the most beautiful sight I could ever imagine being privileged to
see, the glorious sight of my Queen's exquisitely beautiful, completely hairless
pussy descending towards my face. I noted that the plump outer lips of that
stunningly beautiful female sex were slightly rosy, a result, no doubt, of the
excesses it had recently revelled in. All too soon, however, it began to
disappear from my line of sight. The sense of acute loss that this engendered in
me was short lived, however, for the equally magnificent sight of my Queen's
fabulous bottom cheeks soon took their place, as the centre of my attention. The
closer the gorgeous, smooth skinned mounds got to my eagerly waiting face, the
wider they split apart, until the intimate hole they normally protected was
fully revealed to my worshipping gaze.
My heart raced with submissive happiness when, finally, the warm flesh of this
marvellous chasm met my cheeks, and my yearning mouth was brought into reach of
the target of its adoration, the luscious anal ring of my Queen. My tongue
immediately reached out to that sacred ring, and my rapture was complete when it
was finally able to touch that intimate circlet of muscle, and my taste buds
were able to savour the delicious flavours it exuded. My Queen wriggled her
bottom slightly, allowing me full access to her most secret orifice, and then
settled down to enjoy my worship of it.
The next thing I felt was warm breath wafting over the swollen aching orbs of my
bursting balls, then the delicious sensation of cuntslut's exquisitely soft
little tongue washing over and around their sensitive meat. While the pleasure
filled me my own tongue began to lap wetly, and devotedly at my Queen's luscious
anal ring. "Begin, if you please, Princess! I'm sure that little cockslut can't
wait. Don't show any mercy! The slave would not thank you for making his ordeal
any less painful for him. Be pitiless! Drive the yearning slut to the very
portals of slave paradise quickly, then keep him there until his agony is
totally encompassing. Then increase the savagery with which you punish him. Only
then will you manage to drive him over the edge, where he longs to exist!"
The incessant lapping of my aching balls continued unabated, and my own tongue
became more and more passionate, worshipping with all its talent. I then heard
an aerie whistle and my mouth gaped with shock when the stem of my cock erupted
in divine agony. The whip sliced its sensitive skin with gorgeous cruelty. I
keened wildly into the flesh of my Queen's arse chasm while the agony set my
nerves on fire. Princess wasted no time in bringing the brutal whip down onto my
fabulously suffering prick stalk over and over again, and all I could do was
shriek and howl into the warm flesh that captured my face. Tears of anguish
flooded down my cheeks, and my tongue went wild over my Queen's delicious anal
ring, as if it had a mind of its own.
The Queen then began to give a running commentary of events, adding to the aura
of my pain and suffering by highlighting it so graphically, and by giving
explicit instructions continually to the Princess, as to how to make my
suffering more and more acute, and heart rending. "Princess!" She cried, "You
must concentrate your efforts on the meat behind his cock head. It is much more
sensitive there! That's right! Whip it harder! Harder! See how the suffering
whore's ecstatic prick is responding! Watch it pulse! Watch it throb! You must
work him slowly, ever building his anguish! Ever increasing his pain! cuntslut!
Suck his balls harder! Forget tenderness! The slave now needs passion! Not mere
pleasure!"
My agony grew and grew while my suffering prick stalk was sliced up with feral
brutality by the merciless domatrix. I had long since ceased to howl and shriek
out my agony. It had long gone past that point. My fevered brain teetered on the
edge of masochistic insanity. It was only a matter of time. The closer the
incredibly accurately delivered strokes of the brutal whip came to their
ultimate target, the flaring, wildly pulsating, and as yet untouched head of my
agonised cock, the closer I came to the climax of my suffering, to ultimate
ecstasy. My tongue had, by this time, began to penetrate my Queen's elastic anal
ring, going deeper with every involuntary plunge it made. The Queen, realising
this, began to change her tact with her commentary:
"Princess!" She almost shouted, such was her excitement, "He's almost there!
Look at the head of his cock! See how it's flaring uncontrollably! See how it's
reaching out for its pain! See how it pleads for its agony! Grant it its wish,
Princess! Grant it its wish! Flay the gorgeous knob with all your strength!
Thrash it mercilessly! Whip it savagely! The suffering harlot will thank you
from the deepest recesses of his being! Send him to paradise! Now! Do it now!"
By the time the first brutal slash sliced up the supersensitised head of my
tormented cock my tongue was already buried to half its length in the clasping
tube of my immaculate Queen's wildly clasping rectum. This, of course, prevented
me from howling out my agony, not that I would have been capable of such a
reaction such was the sheer shock of the pain. Stars of agony kept exploding in
my brain. I was way beyond any form of lucid reaction to what was being
inflicted on my prick. My balls, involuntarily, began to churn wildly under the
continuous passionate workings of cuntslut's delightful tongue. I knew that my
climax was imminent, and I drove my tongue so deeply into my Queen's writhing
rectal sleave that I wondered whether or not its tip might actually emerge from
her mouth.
The Queen, recognising the signal, tore her bottom from my face, and crouched
next to me. She grasped my head in her hands and cradled it against the soft
masses of her beautiful naked breasts, forcing me to witness my own torment and,
of course, the inevitable climax to my ordeal. "He's almost there, Princess!
Whip his prick tip harder! Harder! Faster! Faster! Princess! Drive the slut to
nirvana!" Princess sliced up the head of my tormented cock with renewed energy,
the imminence of my release raising the level of her own excitement
immeasurably. If the experience of such exquisite agony is a hopeless addiction
to a masochistic slave such as me, then the inflicting of that agony is
similarly intoxicating to the sadist who inflicts it, and the cruel domatrix
actually began to shriek with glee, while her arm flashed up and down with each
mercilessly delivered stroke.
My huge pole of lust dripped with blood by this time. My shocked eyes marvelled
at the abuse it had absorbed. It began to visibly pulsate, while my belly
vibrated without control, and my thighs knotted in sympathy with my suffering.
"He's there, Princess! He's there! One more stroke, delivered with all your
might will detonate his explosion! Do it, Princess! Do it!" The Queen shrieked
in excitement. Princess drew the brutal whip back to the fullest extent her
posture would allow, then brought it flashing down with a grunt of effort. I
watched in a daze. Everything seemed to slow down. I thought I could see every
individual spike on the encrusted wire as it flashed towards my bleeding, agony
soaked cock head. I watched the impact, seeing the meat of my tormented prick
tip indent impossibly with the force that it was struck. Saw the cruel spikes
tear at the delicate skin with consummate savagery. Saw a fresh surge of blood
fly from the pitilessly punished flesh after the whip fell away. Then it
happened!
A high pitched wail of ecstasy erupted from deep in my chest, and brought all
other activity in the room to a complete stand still. All watched in complete
awe while my agony soaked prick erupted. A stream of creamy ball juice, so hot
that I could have sworn it gave off steam as it spurted from the tip of my
prick, flew high above my spasming crotch. The stream seemed endless. One
unbelievable release that could never end. I could actually feels my churning
nuts being drained. I had never before experienced one single eruption so
powerful before. By the time it was finally expended it must have grown to at
least twenty feet in length, for the initial spurting was already splashing down
onto my heaving tits before the beginning of the stream had ended.
I panted with effort. My brain had burst into a frenzy of immaculate ecstasy. I
no longer comprehended where I was, or who I was with. My entire being was
focused on the tip of my prick. It flexed so wildly after that first release, as
if it were drawing renewed strength. Then a fresh deluge of boiling ball juice
surged from its tip and arched up towards the ceiling. This surge had lost none
of the potency of its predecessor, and my balls began to ache with a savagery
that vied with the agony of my abused cock stem for possession of my masochistic
elation.
Even my Queen was silent while my climax continued, with no end seemingly in
sight. Perhaps she was struck dumb in awe of my performance. Perhaps she had a
fleeting sense of loss, given that such ecstasy through agony was not the path
for her any longer. More likely, I suspect, was the fact that she was overcome
by the sense of power that having controlled this event caused in her. My climax
lasted at least a full minute, which seemed to be an hour to me. I revelled in
my ecstasy, willing my abused prick to continue to explode until my slack balls
had no more to give. Then my head collapsed against my Queen's lovely breasts,
and I was so exhausted that it was all I could do to keep my eyes open.
The Queen was the first to regain her senses after the joy, and sheer excitement
of what we had all just witnessed. She tenderly petted my moist brow cooing with
delight at my performance. "You must surely be the luckiest slave ever to have
existed!" She exclaimed, "The rest of us can only wonder at the level of ecstasy
you have just reached. Even when I was a slave myself, I'm sure that I never
even went close to reaching the peak that you just demonstrated, you delightful
little animal." I smiled, despite my fatigue, and my Queen scooped up a huge
mass of the cock cream that covered my tits. She painted one of her own stiff
nipples with the juice, then fed the nubbin to me to suck. I actually drifted
off to sleep in her arms, nursing on her nipple, and thrilling to the ripe
flavour of my own cock juice.
I woke up the next morning in my own bed. I didn't know how I got there, but my
first thought was that my Queen might be displeased with the fact that I had
fallen asleep after the previous night's excesses, and would be angry with me.
My heart was breaking with the thought that this might be so, and a great
sadness came over me. Suddenly my door opened, and a nude, and obviously excited
cuntslut ran into my room and jumped up onto my bed.
"You were just awesome last night, cockslut." The little slut cried. "Our Queen
was so pleased with you she cradled you for an hour afterwards. She let me suck
up all your ball cream as a reward for having sucked your balls with such
passion." The little vixen babbled on excitedly. I ventured a tentative concern
that my falling asleep might have angered the Queen, but was soon disavowed of
this fear by the cute, playful little slut. "She was just so pleased with you
cockslut. I don't think it would have mattered what you did after such a
splendid come. Our Queen was beside herself with pleasure. She was so excited
that she even had me suck her glorious pussy until she came again, despite the
number of comes she had had earlier." I must say that these revelations came as
a relief to me, and the pounding of my heart stilled while contentment washed
over my still half asleep nudity.
"Come on, cockslut!" Little cuntslut cried, shaking me until I was fully awake.
"Hurry up! We've got to dress for our adventure in town! You'll just adore the
costumes Princess has laid out for us. They are soooooo sexy, and so deliciously
revealing, and concealing at the same time, especially yours! You'll show me
everything in town, won't you, darling cockslut! Won't you! Promise!" The lovely
little slave girl cried excitedly, kissing me over and over in her euphoria at
the coming adventure. I smiled slyly at her impish delight, thinking that there
was a lot of my Queen, prior to her conversion to domatrix, in the beautiful
little slut. My own excitement was, of course, also growing by this time, and I
rose from my bed, pulling her wriggling nudity up with me.
We showered together, then went into our dressing room to prepare ourselves for
our venture out into the world. A note fixed to our vanity mirror from our
Princess informed us that we were to be in the garage by nine o'clock, and that
our appearance had better be perfect. I looked at the clock on the wall of the
dressing room and saw that we had nearly an hour to get ready, so I wasn't
worried about time. Our costumes were, of course, identical in design, except
that mine included a pair of panties. Well you could not actually describe the
skimpy garment as panties, more of a series of tiny cloth strips. When I
inspected them more closely, their purpose soon became clear, and I blushed,
despite myself.
The halters that were to support our massive tits were the first things we
donned. These garments were pretty normal, except for one strange thing. They
did not, of course, actually cover any of our tits, rather, the small cups, when
we had put them on, served merely to support the bases of our lush mounds.
Between our tits, and at their bases, was a small rubberised cylinder that lay,
horizontally, connecting the cups. I found that this cylinder was quite rigid,
and had a tiny metal strip embedded in the rubber along its entire length. We
both wondered what the purpose of this strange item was. We were to find out
later once we were in the town, and it was to cause us considerable
embarrassment as you will see. Anyhow, once we had our halters on we marvelled
out how they served to accentuate, and present our fabulous tits so sexily.
I took up the panty arrangement and slipped it up my legs. Cuntslut then helped
me to feed the soft tube of my prick into a satin pouch. The long organ was
wrapped into a circle, and slightly flattened out by the tube. Each of my balls
was also enclosed in a pouch of that same flesh coloured material. The top part
of the pouch was then anchored securely to the front of the waist band of the
panties. Its bottom was attached to a single, incredibly thin thong which went
between my arse slabs, and attached to the rear of the waist band. When this
thong was pulled as tightly as it could go, and then tied off at the rear of the
waist band the real purpose of the panties became clearly apparent. My cock was
flattened out in the centre of my belly, and was so well disguised that I looked
like I had a smallish bulge in my flat belly, carrying a little extra weight
there to anyone noticing it at all. The squashing up of my balls elongated the
eggs and caused them to resemble a pair of plump, protruding, outer cunt lips,
accentuated by the effect of the flesh coloured pouch, between my legs. I
blushed furiously when it was all apparent. The purpose was to disguise my sex
so that I would look totally female, while still dressed, except, perhaps, for
the closest of scrutiny.
We quickly put on our garter belts and hose, and then our ridiculously high
healed sandal like shoes. Lastly we donned the toga like tunics that completed
our ensembles. These tunics barely covered our svelte bodies. Large amounts of
our bulging tits would be revealed especially when we were moving, but never all
of them. The purpose was to tease, but never quite fulfil the expectations of
anyone looking at us. The skirts of the tunics were obviously short, and hung to
slightly different lengths in front and back. At the rear they allowed the
bottom thirds of our smooth, shapely arse mounds to be visible. The fronts
reached down to the tops of our full thighs so that there would be a bare
glimpse of the bottoms of cuntslut's plump cunt lips, and my bizarrely captive
balls, looking like cunt lips, whenever a breeze, or our movements might cause
the hem of the skirt to rise. There were, however, tiny metal rods sewn into the
material in the fronts of our skirts to prevent them from drifting too high.
Once again the purpose was to tease and titillate, not to brazenly reveal.
We quickly applied our make-up. Since we were to be out among the public, our
make-up jobs were appropriately sluttish and heavy, but still rendered our faces
incredibly beautiful. Only one piece of jewellery each had been put out for us.
These were necklaces that were really badges of ownership. Semi circular
pendants of white gold, clearly spelling out `Property of Her Majesty the
Queen'. Having completed our dressing we carefully inspected each other,
ensuring that our make-up was perfect and the seams of our stockings were
perfectly straight.
"Are'nt you excited, darling cockslut!" The gorgeous cuntslut squealed. "You're
so beautiful! I wish I was as beautiful as you!" She added with a touch of
jealousy. I must admit I gloried in how beautiful my Queen had made me, but was
soon reassuring cuntslut that she was every bit as desirable as I, which, of
course, she was. The little harlot exuded that aura of innocence that
complimented that sluttishness of her appearance superbly. Something that,
unfortunately, I was not able to do. My looks were pure erotic. There was never
any doubt about what I was, where as with cuntslut, a little subtle change to
her make over, and she would be the picture of purity, rather than the epitome
of depravity. I took great pains to explain this to her while we walked down to
the garage.
When we arrived both the Queen and the Princess were already waiting. We
immediately slipped to our knees while they both inspected us closely. After
having expressed their satisfaction with our appearances the Queen commented
mockingly, "Well, Princess. Don't these two look like a couple of lascivious
little whores out for a good time?" The Princess replied, with a chuckle, "I'm
not surprised, your Majesty, after all, that's exactly what they are, are'nt
they?" Both domatrixes burst out laughing, at our expense, but it was not a
laughter of derision, more of a tease.
A servant opened the rear door to the limousine, and we all entered the luxury
cabin. We were to travel first class it seemed, at least on our way to town. It
seemed to me that we always travelled in the cabin on the way to events, and in
the baggage compartment when returning. I suppose it was to ensure that our
appearance would not be spoiled when starting out, where as it didn't matter
when we were returning. On the way into town the Queen gave us our instructions:
"You can enjoy yourselves to your heart's content, little whores." She informed
us. "But I have a few little tasks for you, and a few instructions for you,
cockslut, since you already know a little about the town. Firstly, I want no
cocks being sucked by either of you today. You may, however, suck on pussies if
the opportunity arises. In fact, I insist upon it. Your faces will be given the
sniff test by Princess, when we come to collect you, and they had better reek of
ripe pussy." She announced, with a smile. "I'm sure that cockslut remembers a
certain restaurant where you may have your lunch. I have arranged an account
there, so you won't be needing any money. I don't want you being subjected to
any heavy training there, cockslut, only some mild humiliation for you this
time, and only with pussy as the main object, is that clear?"
I gazed up at my beautiful Queen. My mind was in a quandary of mixed feelings. I
was delighted to be permitted to eat at that particular restaurant, but
inconsolable because I would not be permitted to suck the Maitre `d' off, as I
had done on my previous visit. Never the less, I acceded to her demands with not
a shred of my disappointment showing. "I think I'd like little cuntslut to get
me a little present, perhaps from a lesbian boutique. Having no money will be a
bit of a problem, but cockslut has been taught how to overcome this obstacle,
haven't you, you sweet little harlot?" I blushed prettily up at my Queen,
clearly remembering the last time we brought something without money, and, of
course, how we actually paid for it.
The Queen grinned impishly, hugely enjoying my embarrassment, then, as we
reached the out skirts of the town, gave us our final instructions, "We are
going to drop you off at the `Haven of Slaves' little sluts. We will pick you up
at the same place precisely at five this evening, so make sure you are back
there by then. You may enjoy the delights of the town to your heart's content,
but remember your instructions!"
The big car pulled up in front of the club, and we were let out. We stood on the
side walk, and watched our Queen disappear down the road. Almost before the car
had disappeared from view I was brought back to the present by an excited squeal
from cuntslut, "Oh, cockslut! look at this! How deliciously depraved!" She was
looking at the picture gallery at the door to the club. It showed slaves being
mistreated savagely, and advertised that these were only a sample of the
delights awaiting anyone who entered.
"Can we go in and have a look?" cuntslut asked excitedly. I remembered that the
entry fee was high for that particular club, but also remembered that it was, in
fact, owned by our Queen, and our necklaces, advertising us as her property also
might get us in, but I decided that we should not go into that establishment
unless out Queen expressly desired us to. I was sure that this was the correct
course of action for us, and explained it as such to cuntslut. She was obviously
disappointed, but I quickly brought her spirits back up by suggesting that we
would no doubt spend many an evening in the club. Indeed we were highly likely
to be frequently the centre of attention when we did. Besides, I explained to
her, there was plenty of other places for us to explore on this, our first
visit, and I was sure that she would not be disappointed with our day.
We started off, deciding to do a complete lap of the strip. I was anxious to see
what new places had opened up since my last visit, and was equally interested in
visiting some that I had not had the time to before. As we walked, arm in arm
like two lesbian lovers, I noted that we drew quite a bit of attention from
passers by. But I also began to note that dominants that might normally have
taken an interest in us suddenly became less eager when they got closer to us.
Slaves too, seemed to become less interested, in fact, looked on us with obvious
envy when close to us. It took me a half an hour to realise that the reason for
this reaction was actually quite obvious. We were advertised as being the
property of the new Queen. This explained the reluctance of the dominants, and
certainly the envy of slaves, being afraid of risking the new Queen's wrath in
the first instance, and expressing jealousy of our perceived privileged position
in the second. I resolved to explain this dilemma to the Queen as soon as we
were picked up that afternoon. I was sure that this was not a reaction she had
either anticipated, nor desired.
Never the less, we strolled up and down the street, taking in the many exciting
attractions, and basking in the attention our progress still brought from almost
every other person on the street. I could tell that cuntslut was rapt in the
attention. She had not been exposed, as a slave, in public all that often in her
young life, and it was obvious that her exhibitionist nature was overjoyed that
her status as a slut, and slave, was centre of attention. Not withstanding this,
however, she kept a firm grip on my arm while we walked. While the delicious
humiliation she experienced was obviously to her liking, the little slut was
still not overly confident, and, I suspect, a little scared. This was, after
all, probably the first time she had ever been allowed out in public,
un-supervised by a dominant of some description.
The strip is over a mile long, and it took us the best part of two hours to
traverse it all. On the way I noted a number of new night spots, although night
and day were not really any different with regard to the activities of the
strip. Establishments tended to remain active twenty four hours a day to cater
for the thousands of curious tourists, both of the real culture, or just merely
inquisitive amateurs who flocked to a place with such liberal and bizarrely
erotic attitudes. I noted a plush new club, dedicated to homosexual diversions
that had not been open before, and noted that a plush limousine stood at its
front. The car bore the coat of arms of the King, and I assumed he was sampling
the delights of the place.
A little further down the street I saw a similarly new establishment, but this
one catering to lesbians. I noted the sign on the door which forbad entry to
pricks. Cuntslut noted the place at the same time as I, and was quick to
exclaim, "Oh, cockslut! This is where we can find some pussy to suck!" She cried
out excitedly, then noting my frown of annoyance, quickly kissed me and
whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, darling cockslut, your disguise is perfect.
No one will realise that you have a cock." "But what if we get stripped when we
are inside because everyone knows that we are slaves." I rejoined, in my role of
protector, and guide, to the inexperienced cuntslut.
The delightful little whore, however, proved to be much more knowing, and
observant, than I had given her credit for, as her next statement attested,
"Don't worry, darling, Once they see that we are owned by the Queen, I suspect
that any instructions we give will be adhered to implicitly. No one will want to
risk getting on the wrong side of our Queen, I'll bet!" I could but agree, and
it would certainly be exciting to deceive a crowd of lesbians, and we would
surely, if we made it known that the Queen had ordered us to suck some pussy,
there would be no shortage of volunteers. I announced to the eager cuntslut that
we would eat first, as it was almost lunch time, and I yearned to gaze at the
beautiful penis of what I still considered to be a transsexual Mistress, even if
I was forbidden to suck it. Cuntslut was a little reluctant at first, now eager
to feast on pussy, but a quick explanation of the bizarre nature of the eatery
we were going to visit soon had her as enthusiastic for it as she was for the
dyke club.
While we walked towards the restaurant the little vixen kept up a constant
barrage of erotic banter:
"What is your favourite, cockslut," Cuntslut asked excitedly, "Do you like to
suck divine dominant pussy, or rich, ripe slave cunt split more? Which is it?" I
thought for a few seconds, and then replied that I couldn't make up my mind, but
what I did know was that I adored sucking both our Queen's, and Princess' sacred
pussies most of all, or at least as much as I did hers. The lewd slut kept
chattering away as we neared the restaurant. She told me that she had only ever
sucked two pussies in her entire life, Princess' and our Queen's, and she was
looking forward to broadening her experience. I told cuntslut that I would do
the talking when we entered the eatery, as I had been there before, and knew how
it operated. Cuntslut, unlike her predecessor in this adventure, our Queen, was
quite happy to let me do this. My heart started to flutter with eager
anticipation as we approached the door to the bizarre dining establishment. I
was about to see the gorgeous transsexual, I was sure, and even though I had
been forbidden to suck penis on this day, I could still look forward to the
delightful pleasure of gazing on that creature's beautiful, beautiful penis.
I was, however, in for a disappointment. When cuntslut and I approached the
maitre `D' I found that it was a woman, and dressed reasonably normally too, at
least at first impression. When we were close to her I saw that it was only the
top half of her slender body that was clothed in black lycra. She was naked from
the waist down, and sported a cleanly shaven pussy which was heavily made up.
The woman's demeaner changed markedly when she read that we were slaves to the
Queen on our necklaces. She became almost deferential when asking us what our
pleasure was, and made the note that our meals would be on the house, in
deference to our royal owner.
Having got over my disappointment at not seeing the transsexual, I gave the
maitre `D' my instructions:
"Our Queen has decreed that we are to feast on pussy today, but are forbidden to
serve cock. We intend to visit the lesbian club that has opened down the street
after we have eaten. What we desire, is a meal that will tease us unmercifully
with the promise of pussy, but, despite any pleading, you are to ensure that we
never actually get any. We want our minds to be totally concentrated on a
yearning to suck on pussy, to the extent that we will go mad if we don't. Do you
think you will be able to meet these requirements, Mistress?" I asked with a
smile.
The beautiful woman thought for a while, then replied that she could certainly
arrange for an appropriate meal, in an atmosphere that would meet my criteria.
She led us to a waiting area, saying that it would take a quarter of an hour or
so to prepare what she refereed to as the Cunt Room for us. The woman then left
to make her arrangements. "You clever slut!" Cuntslut cried when we were alone.
"You'll have us craving pussy like nothing else exists!" "I know." I replied,
and added that, if this place was the same as when I last visited it then she
was about to find out just how acutely a slut's yearning could become if the
atmosphere and conditions were totally controlled.
Almost before we knew it, the maitre `D' returned, and beckoned to us to follow
her. We went into the interior of the building, down a long passageway until we
came to a door, or at least an opening in the wall, that defied description. The
portal was in the shape of a pussy, complete with long plump outer lips, floppy
glistening inner ones, an enormous girl prick depicted in a state of high
arousal, and was completed with a large opening which corresponded to the mouth
of a pussy hole. I shivered with strange excitement, and cuntslut shrieked in
exhilaration, only to be silenced by a frown of anger form the haughty woman.
"You will remain silent from now until your meal is over, slaves!" She
commanded. "Now, into the Cunt Room with you, quickly now. You will find your
seats inside quite easily, as there are only two. Put yourselves into them, and
I will be in shortly to prepare you for your meals." The woman then strode off
once again, and cuntslut looked at me with eager excitement. We nodded to each
other, and then dropped to our knees and crawled in through the pussy mouth.
Once inside the room we were further assailed by overpowering cunt like sights.
The interior of the room was fashioned like a pussy tube. Its walls were
circular, and constructed of pink flesh like materials which glistened in the
subdued light, just like the walls of a moist pussy pit. At the far end a huge
circular, heavily ridged hole pouted obscenely, just like a womb mouth. The
second thing to hit us was the aroma of the air in the bizarre room. It reeked
of ripe pussy so potent that it was almost overpowering. I began to shiver with
humiliation, and noted that the atmosphere was having a similar effect on the
delectable cuntslut, so much so that she had to stop herself from involuntarirly
giving voice to her burgeonning lust.
We slowly made our way to what must have been what the maitre `D' had refereed
to as seats, although they were unlike any seats I had ever seen. Each was set
into the wall, and were opposite each other, and about four feet apart. I sort
of backed into mine, which was designed to make me kneel, with my head propped
forward. By the time cuntslut had taken her place we were facing each other
across the tube like room. The woman returned, almost as soon as we had taken
our places. She quickly, and efficiently strapped us to our seats so securely
that when she was finished the only thing we could move was our heads. "Your
lunch will be served momentarily, sluts!" She announced, "And don't forget, you
are not to speak. You are to listen attentively while you are fed."
The maitre `D' then left the bizarre room. A few seconds later the womb mouth
opened wide, and a trolley constructed almost entirely of nude slave girls in
severe bondage was wheeled in. There were four slaves who made up the base of
the trolley. They were all naked and their bodies were bent double so that their
hairless cunt splits were their uppermost part, and gaped wide. Each had a sort
of clear plastic cup which sealed their fat outer lips and fed a plastic tube.
The other end of each of these tubes they were joined together, and a perfectly
crafted rubber cunt split, complete with girl prick was attached to the
resulting single tube. When the trolley was in place between cuntslut and I
these fake cunt splits were poised next to our mouths. It was then that I
realised, with a flush of sheer degradation, that cuntslut and I were to eat our
meal, and drink its attendant liquid refreshment, directly from live slave cunt
split.
To complete the erotic, and deliciously humiliating tableau, two further nude
slave girls were perched on top of their sisters. These two, one to cuntslut,
and one to me, thrust their smoothly depilated crotches out until their gorgeous
cunt splits were poised no more than an inch in front of our eyes. I stared at
the aroused cunt seeing that it glistened wetly with the juices of sexual
excitement. Its pretty little girl prick was almost completely unsheathed, and
was as stiff as steel. I sniffed wildly at it, and was rewarded with the
delightful aromas of a cunt at the height of arousal. The clever slave girl
caused her cunt meat to shimmy and convulse before my eyes over and over.
A sexy voice then began to speak to us, and was to continue to do so until we
had consumed our entire obscenely presented meal:
"Sweet sluts! I know that you would much rather be sucking for your sustenance,
direct from the cunt pits that hold it. But you are not to be granted this
pleasure. Oh no! This is not for you. You are not considered worthy of touching
even slave cunt meat with your ravenous lips and lewd tongues. You must suck for
your dinner from mere rubber cunt splits."
I began to suck hard at the slick, rubber cunt hole before me, and was soon
rewarded with a mouthful of chocolate mouse, richly spiced with raw cunt.
Sucking on the rubber girl prick flooded my mouth with sweet, cunt flavoured
cordial. I sucked at each for all I was worth indeed, wishing above all else
that it was real cunt I sucked at, not just fed from. Cuntslut, from what little
I could make out, was also going after her debauched offerings with gusto. All
through the meal the sexy voice kept teasing us with accentuated descriptions of
what we were missing, and how much the slaves wanted to feed us direct from
their succulent twat holes, but were denied that pleasure because we, of course,
were undeserving of such favour.
The voice regaled us with the succulence of the drooling cunt splits being waved
around so close to our eyes, and which fed our senses with their pungent aromas
of female sexual excitement. We drew our food and drink from the deep pits of
slave cunt, and ate it with relish, and with an ever growing feeling of craving
for our mouths to be able to worship at the real thing. The phsycological
pressure on us mounted and mounted until it was almost unbearable. I began to
long for a cunt to adore with my avid mouth with almost feral intensity, while
the sensuous voice continued to both tease and stimulate with electrifying
effect.
By the time I had exhausted the food and drink from my two cunt splits I was
ready to sell my soul for a taste of real live cunt, and I expect that the same
craving also assailed the lovely cuntslut, perhaps even more strongly because of
her relative inexperience. My heart almost broke when almost immediately after
we had completed our meals, totally emptying the cunt pits of the slaves serving
as our `plates', the human trolley was withdrawn back through the again dialated
womb mouth of the bizarre room. The voice then commanded us to leave the room as
the bonds that held us fell away. Cuntslut and I, still shaking with barely
contained pussy lust, crawled from the room.
The maitre `D' was waiting for us at the entrance to the room when we emerged.
Almost without thinking we both began to babble incoherently, begging the
beautiful woman for a taste of her succulent pussy, imploring her to allow us
the merest kiss of her luscious woman lips, telling her we would do anything she
desired, if only we were allowed to slip our adoring faces between her slender
thighs. The woman chuckled at our obscene pleas, judging that we were now,
indeed, worthy cunt adorers, and those who favoured us by permitting us to feast
on them would at least get their money's worth, so to speak. Never the less, she
did not allow us even a sniff of her own pussy, rather, she escorted us back to
the restaraunt entrance hall, and bid us good day.
Cuntslut and I found ourselves back on the street, and literally glowing with
lust. We headed back towards the lesbian club as fast as our ridiculously high
heeled shoes would allow us. Our enormous tits bounced wildly within the loose
confines of our tunics while we rushed headlong along the paved walkway. Passers
by looked at us with surprised amusement as we rushed by. It was obvious that we
were on a mission, although they could not know what that mission was. I
breathlessly reminded cuntslut that she was in charge, and that she had to
ensure that the fact that I had a cock, and not a cunt split, had to be kept
strictly secret once we were inside the club.
We went through the outer door to the club, to be greeted by a leather clad bull
dyke of a woman, well over six feet tall, and built like an amazon. She
inspected us, taking special note of the lust shining in our eyes, and the
pendants around our necks, while we stood with heads bowed submissively before
her. "Well, well!" She mused, "It looks like we have a couple of sluts who have
just visited a certain well known cunt room, don't we." We were too for gone to
even blush at this perceptive revelation. "And the personal sluts of our new
Queen at that. Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find someone to satisfy your
hunger inside, providing you display the appropriate level of submission and
deference. Now, before I let you in, little whores, I require a quick
demonstration of your royally trained servility!"
We both quickly fell to our knees before the mountainous woman. We each
reverently kissed the toe of one of her highly polished jack boots then, first
I, and then cuntslut, equally deferentially, kissed the centre of her leather
covered crotch. "Very good, harlots, you may enter the paradise of cunt!" She
announced, then opened the inner door allowing us to pass through. The interior
of the club consisted of just one large room with a long bar at one end, and a
stage for the conduct of exhibitions and entertainment at the other. All around
the room were seats of varying design, not to mention bondage racks, and free
standing shelves that housed myriads of dildos, chains, cuffs, and whips and
canes of all types.
As it happened, an exhibition was about to begin just as we entered. The room
was quite dimly lit because of this, the spotlight lighting up the stage
accentuating this even more. I could make put that a number of the seating areas
were occupied by women of all shapes and sizes, and in various states of dress,
or undress as the case may be. Cuntslut and I moved deeper into the room,
tentatively, despite our own maniacal yearning. I began to search around for a
couple of targets for us to work on, but found that the exhibition about to be
announced had taken everybodies interest. It appeared that we would have to wait
until it was over. This of course meant that it must be going to be something
special, to attract that much undivided attention. Besides, I thought, if it was
to be so rivetting, it would serve to raise our lusts even higher. Cuntslut had
obviously come to the same conclusion for she whispered in my ear that we should
find a place from which to watch. While we looked around, eventually finding a
love seat not too close to the stage, but also quite open to view from the other
areas of the club. It was perfect. While we settled in to this seat a
magnificent amazon of a woman began to anounce the exhibition, and we found out
just why it was attracting so much attention:
"Mistresses and friends. You will no doubt remember the whore acquired by
Mistress Power a few months ago. We were all mightily entertained by the hot
little bitch's very public humiliation, and surrender to her life as a sex
chattel at the time." There was a general buzz of agreement around the room,
tinged with a growing sense of excitement, prompting some patrons, who had been
otherwise engaged, to move their positions closer to the stage.
"Well, Mistress Power is now going to honour her pet bitch by allowing the
depraved whore, for the very first time, to experience a glorious pain cum, in
public. Apparently, the harlot slut has taken to punishment quite well, but has
never actually been permitted to cum under the whip as yet. Mistress Power
assures me that this has been her plan from the start, to bring the obscene
bitch on slowly, to build up her depraved craving for the whip to the point
where she will prove most entertaining when she is finally granted the supreme
gift. Well, that gift is to be bestowed today, for our exclusive entertainment.
I'll bet the sultry little bitch's tits are shaking with terror, despite her
knowledge that her most longed for experience is about to be fulfilled!" The
announcer continued, while the buzz of excitement around the audience grew to a
new level.
"To assist her in the adventure Mistress Power has enlisted the assistance of
her two young twin cousins whom we have met before, the two apprentice
Domatrixes, Divinia and Lavinia. I will now hand you over to these three for
what will, I'm sure, prove to be the most exciting exhibition we have witnessed
for some time." The announcer concluded then swept from the stage. I glanced
around, and was surprised to see that almost every seat in the house was now
occupied. News of the coming exhibition must have spread quite quickly, and the
potential quality of the performance well recognised. Cuntslut was so aroused by
the prospect of witnessing such an event for the first time, her excitement was
almost palpable, and it was all she could do not to disgrace herself by
beginning to play with her own cunt split. Instead she grasped both my hands in
hers and squeezed them rhythmically. This, of course, afforded me the
opportunity to ensure that her intense arousal didn't get the better of her.
A hush fell over the room when the stage lights again slowly came up, having
dimmed once the announcer had completed her introduction. Into the light strode
three women. At the centre of the trio was the one who must have been Mistress
Power. The amazon was well over six feet tall in her extremely high heeled,
thigh high, leather boots. The woman was voluptuously built in the extreme. A
laced up patent leather vest struggled to contain a pair of massive breasts
which threatened to explode from the constricting garment with each step the
awesome woman took. She wore armpit length gloves, and a short leather skirt
which failed, by a few inches, to hide the suspenders that held up her smoky
black hose and revealed her voluptuous thighs. Her blonde hair was tied back in
a pony tail, and her lovely face was tastefully made up.
Her two companions were smaller, but no less beautiful and exquisitely dominant,
versions of herself. They were obviously eager pupils of the Mistress and were
similarly erotically clad. Between them shuffled the slave, naked except for the
bondage items the girl already wore. Her arms were captured behind her back in a
leather binder that had them strapped together and bent in such a way as they
formed two inverted Ls behind her back. The binding of her arms caused the slave
girl's big soft tits to be thrust forward along with her torso. The tits were
large and floppy and completely white skinned. No sunbathing nude for this
slave. The teats capping the lovely mounds had been savagely clamped around
their bases with shiny metal clamps equipped with hooks. These clamps caused the
teats themselves to swell mightily, and to take on a deep red hue. I could not
tell if the slave was a raving beauty, or not, because the top half her face was
covered by a half discipline helmet of shiny rubber which obviously rendered her
sightless and, I presumed, deaf. Only her mouth and lower jaw were left bare by
the tight helmet.
When I got to see the slave's groin I noted that her sex was plucked clean of
hair. The thick outer lips of her cunt split were held together by a small
padlock whose locking arm actually pierced them half way along their lengths.
The slave appeared to be quite small in stature, her head only coming up to the
level of the two smaller Domatrixes crotches even though she was up on her knees
while she shuffled along. She was, never the less, obviously a girl of
considerable sensual beauty. The four women, three domatrixes and one slave,
came to a halt in the centre of the stage, and all faced out towards the
audience. Then Mistress Power addressed the gathering:
"Good afternoon ladies, and sluts." She cried in a powerful voice. "I'm so glad
that you could come to witness the breaking of my bitch whore. I'm sure if the
harlot could see you her eyes would be radiating her adoration of each and every
one of you. I have now been training the bitch to become a pain whore for almost
six months. In that time she has never, even once, been permitted to climax,
either by conventional means, or through the agency of punishment. I can assure
you, however, her mouth, and particularly her tongue, has been trained to give
pleasure to her superiors over that time, and at the end of our little
celebration I will allow you to sample that expertise, if it is your desire to
do so." The amazon announced, raising even further, the level of sheer sexual
tension permeating the now almost eerily quiet room. Sure that she now had
everyone's attention, the imperious domatrix continued:
"Now, friends, To bring you up to date with the progress of the bitch. Some of
you might remember when I first acquired her slave carcass, some six months ago,
she was privileged to be permitted to publicly announce her submission to my
will, and to surrender her body and soul to my every whim. Well, those are the
last words she has ever uttered! Since that moment the bitch has been forbidden
to speak, even a single word. The only sounds to have escaped from her mouth
have been the sounds of sucking, when I have permitted her to feast on pussy,
either mine, or someone elses, and, of course, her squeals and howls of pain and
suffering when I have honoured her by punishing her slave carcass. I have to
tell you, however, that she has now been trained to control even her squealing
and, to her credit, she has proved to be quite capable in this respect. At a
signal I give her with my whip, by touching her lips with it to signal silence,
or not to allow noise, before her punishment begins, tells her if I wish to hear
evidence of her suffering, or if I don't wish to be bothered by the squawking of
a slave in agony. She manages, these days, to obey the signals explicitly,
except in some of the more extreme cases, where a slight whimper might escape
from her lips, even though she has been signalled to remain silent. In keeping
with my well known benevolence, I forgive her these small errors in discipline,
and only double her punishment as a result!" The cruel domatrix explained, then
continued with her frightening discourse. The fact that the kneeling slave
showed absolutely no signs of understanding what was being said only reinforced
my impression that her discipline helmet had to be cutting off her hearing. I
could only imagine what it must feel like to sense that you were in such
humiliating circumstances, yet have no idea of what was actually happening.
"Today, however, the bitch will be permitted to express herself, if she
remembers how to speak after all this time, as much for your entertainment as
for her own benefit. You see, I have, over the past six months brought her along
slowly. The punishment sessions she has been subjected to have always been
designed to attune her slavish mind to the unalterable fact that pain and sexual
relief, for her, are indistinguishable sensations. That is to say that her
masochistic brain now equates sex with pain, and neither sensation can exist in
isolation from the other. If the bitch is not suffering, she can no longer
experience sexual sensations. You could have her slattern gash sucked by the
most talented cunt lapper in the world non stop for hours on end and the bitch
would show no reaction to it what so ever, but if the cunt lapper was to
savagely chew and bite at the bitch's cunt meat, then her cooze would begin to
gush like a fountain, and her whorish slut prick would soon stiffen and throb
with arousal." This revelation had the attentive audience gasping in wonder at
how a slave could be so bizarrely trained.
"As I alluded to earlier, the bitch has not been permitted to actually climax
since her training began. I have whipped her to a sexual frenzy continually, but
have never allowed the whore to go over the edge. Even I don't know how the
bitch will react when I do send her over that edge, but I suspect that the event
will be cataclysmic, and certainly highly entertaining. It is for this reason I
have permitted the bitch to express herself during this celebration of her
sexual fulfilment. I have brought my cousins along to assist me, and to make
this exhibition as exciting for you, my dear friends, as I'm sure it's going to
be for the bitch. Before I give you a brief run down on how the exhibition is to
be staged let me fill you in on a couple of other aspects to the bitch's coming
out. You will notice that she wears a half discipline helmet. This serves to
completely cut off her sight, she has no need to see those who her performance
is to entertain, and her sense of hearing, she has no need to hear what is going
on about her. Her role is solely to entertain, and experience the joy of pain
and suffering. She may know who is attending to her masochistic needs, but it is
not important, it could be any of you punishing her and it would be of no
consequence to her. The only thing she craves is the actual punishment. Her
mouth has, of course, been left free so that she can express herself to add to
your entertainment." The cruel domatrix explained to her rapt listeners.
"Lavinia and Divinia will serve to warm the bitch up, in readiness for the main
event. When the bitch's juices are flowing, and her craving reaches an
appropriate intensity, she has been instructed to beg for her fulfilment, from
the depths of her masochistic soul. When I deem that her pleas sufficiently
servile and obsequious, I will take over, and she will be sent to that paradise
that I have promised her. She has been instructed to voice her joy at being
permitted to ascend to this ultimate plane throughout the entire build up and
especially when she has been finally driven to masochistic utopia, and her cooze
explodes in climax. Now, darlings," The sadistic domatrix instructed her two
apprentices, "Prepare the obscene bitch, if you please!"
The buzz of excitement among the watchers grew as soon as the domatrix had
completed her dreadful speech, and continued all the time that the two smaller
dominas spent in preparing the slave for her imminent ordeal. While they worked
little cuntslut hugged me close and whispered excitedly in my ear, "Oh, darling
cockslut, isn't it exciting! Oh, how I wish I was that slave! I've never had my
cunt split punished to the point of orgasm, let alone actually cum by that
horrifying means alone! I wonder how it must feel! Do you think, if I begged her
profusely, that our Majesty might grant me such a favour, darling cockslut! Do
you? Do you?" I smiled at the adorable masochist's obvious delight, tempered by
the inherent terror that she obviously felt, and thrilled to, and answered that
she would have to ask to find out, adding that our Queen would surely grant her
such a wish.
While cuntslut and I continued to whisper to each other we watched as the
slave's lovely body was prepared for her terrifying ordeal. He ankles were
quickly cuffed, then two solid poles descended from the ceiling. When these
arrived at a height where the domatrixes could easily reach them they deftly
attached the slave's cuffed ankles, one to each pole. Once this was done the two
poles were retracted back upwards until the slave's nudity had been lifted from
the stage and she was suspended by her ankles, upside down. Then the poles were
slowly separated, drawing the hanging slave's legs wide apart. The poles
separated until the poor slut's legs were so widely spread that the tendons in
her thighs stood out, visibley, and were drawn as taut as drums.
The two cute little domatrixes then took two chains that lay on the floor of the
stage and hooked their ends into the eyelets welded into the metal of the
slave's teat clamps. As soon as this was done the chains were tightened savagely
drawing the plump mounds of the slave's tits out from her body, and off to
either side. When the chains stopped moving the slave's tits were stretched out
on either side of her torso to an unbelievable extent. The soft underbellies of
the udders were completely exposed and pointed upwards. These chains also served
to anchore her suspended nudity, restricting its movement almost entirely.
The two smaller domatrixes then moved to the rear of the stage, and out of the
light for a few seconds. When they returned each held a five foot long, flexible
strap. The straps were two inches wide, and the last ten inches, at their
business ends, seemed to be weirdly serated, on closer inspection, I saw that
they had series of small bumps in their surfaces, embedded metal balls, no
doubt. Each domatrix raised her strap, and snapped it loudly, for the benefit of
the watchers. I shuddered with terror, imagining the pain these brutal weapons
would be capable of inflicting.
While the two apprentice dominators were retrieving their weapons, their
Mistress unlocked, and removed the padlock from her slut's cunt lips. I was
astonished to see that, when the fat flaps flew apart because of the cruel
spread of the slave's legs, her interior cunt meat was totally dry. Not a bead
of cunt juice was in evidence, and the long, thick bulge of her girl spike was
still entirely enveloped in its wrinkled sheath. I could not believe that a
girl, presented in such obscene fashion, could control her arousal so
completely, or was it that she was not at all aroused. I could not believe that
the latter could be true. It was not possible.
"Begin, my darlings!" The cruel Domatrix ordered. "And don't disappoint our
audience, or, indeed, the bitch herself, by showing any mercy. Remember, she is
not permitted to plead for her release until she has been well warmed up, and
her masochistic juices are flowing!" She concluded with a smile of sadistic
elation. The two smaller dominants also smiled sadistically while taking up
their positions, one on either side of the grotesquely suspended slave.
Each raised her cruel strap high, and brought it flashing down until its
barbaric metal encrusted end smashed audibly into the stretched out flesh of the
slave girl's captive tits. The two domatrixes wasted no time in repeating their
cruelty, and soon their lashes were pounding the slave's suffering tits in a
constant tattoo of leather striking pliant flesh. I gazed in wonder at the
horrifying spectacle. The slave uttered not a single sound while her udders were
subjected to the continual cruelty. The only evidence that she was feeling any
thing at all was a slight increase in the rise and fall of her breathing, and a
slight parting of her full lips as she drew each breath. Then the tip of her
pink tongue began to slip from her mouth to wet her lips, and her breathing
became a little more tortured.
"Come on, Divinia, Lavinia!" The Mistress called out, "Put your backs into it!
Thrash the bitch's tits with all your might! What you've done so far has hardly
affected her at all. I can't punish a cunt that doesn't want it! That doesn't
need it! That doesn't crave it! Come on, batter the bitch's tits until her maw
gapes in shock, and her tiny brain thrills with her agony!"
The two whipping domatrixes tried to meet their Mistress' insane demands, and
inceased the ferocity with which they whipped the slave. Soon the sounds of
leather meeting flesh were being challenged in pitch by the grunts of effort
emanating from the domatrixes. The flesh of the slave's suffering udders had
gone from pink, to deep red, to bluish black the more punishment the tender
mounds were forced to absorb. By this time the slave's mouth was gaping wide,
and her sweating torso was heaving wildly with her gasps of anguish.
But it was the efect at her crotch which astaounded me most. I watched as the
horrifically splayed open cunt split altered in physical state, as if by magic.
The girl prick ridge began to flex, slowly at first, but then with increasing
velocity, and the head of the little stalk began to peep out from its protective
sheath. The light blazing down onto the stage soon began to be reflected from
the droplets of twat juice that were starting to appear all over the meat of the
gaping swamp. After a few more minutes of savage tit whipping a small trickle of
cunt cream began to trickle down the slave's now visibly trembling belly, and
more and more of her stiffening girl prick stalk emerged from the sheath, until
fully a half an inch of it was bare.
The suffering slave then, eerily, began to speak in a voice that was half
squeal, half whimper, but all wanton lust:
"Most adored, most fabulous, most stupendous, Mistress Power, owner of this
whore carcass, possessor of this bitch's slut mind, proprietor of this pain
adoring harlot's mindlessly masochistic soul. Your adoring, worshipping, loving
bitch in heat loves you with every beat of her bursting heart, adores you with
every instant of her rapturous consiousness, worships you with every fibre of
her slave soul. Your adoring, worshipping harlot, slut, whore, bitch can not
adequately express the depth of gratitude she owes you for reducing her to the
pain adoring, agony cherishing, suffering worshipping bitch that she is now, and
will for ever remain! Please! Please! Cherished Mistress, your bitch begs you,
implores you, beseechs you to grant her the ultimate agony. Please! Please!
Worshipped Mistress mercilessly punish your bitch's drooling cunt split!
Ruthlessly flog your whore's lewd twat gash! Pitilessly scourge your depraved
harlot's wanton cooze crack! Punish it with all your fabulous might until it
explodes in its undying gratitude to you for honouring it with wondrous
suffering! Your bitch begs you! Your whore implores you! Your harlot pleads to
you! Your slut beseeches you!"
The hanging slave drew a gasping breath in readiness to squeal out her
horrifying entreaties over again, but sadistic domatrix halted her by placing
the end of the terrifying whip she had armed herself with against the slave's
lips:
"I grant you this wish, bitch!" The brutal woman almost roared. "Prepare to
suffer as you have never suffered before! Prepare to have your slattern cooze
shed its perverse cream in rivers! Brace yourself to descend into the depths of
fabulous agony! Ready yourself to ascend to the heights of exquisite rapture!"
The domatrix continued. Her awful exclamations causing the slave's belly to
ripple with anticipation of the torture she was about to endure. I could only
guess what must have been going through the masochist's mind at the time. Her
nerves must have been drawn taut with her anticipation of her coming ecstasy. I
found myself experiencing an awesome sense of envy, remembering that I too had
once possessed a cunt split, and that it had never been treated to such a
horrifyingly exquisite ordeal.
The powerful Mistress grew silent, and moved until she stood before her captive
slave, immediately in front of her splayed open crotch, and about four feet from
it. Without any further ado, she swung the barbarous whip up, and brought it
crashing down into the soft tender meat of her slave's spread cunt split. A
squeal of pure shock, and electrifying agony was involuntarily ripped from the
slave's gaping mouth as the pain flooded through her hanging nudity. The squeal
was short lived, however, for the suffering slave's voice soon cried out again:
"Oh Thank you, adored Mistress!" The slave howled in agony. "Your perverted
whore's ravaged gash throbs with the divine agony you have granted it. Please!
Please! Please! Adored Mistress, Your suffering bitch pleads with all her
servile heart. Smash her drooling twat chasm again! Only harder! Only harder!"
The cruel Mistress laughed out loud at her snivelling slave's pitiful entreaty,
and a cruel glint flashed in her merciless eyes as she again raised that
terrible whip high. "And so it shall be!" She cried out while bringing the awful
weapon down with terrifying force. When it again smashed into the defenceless
meat of the slave's swollen cunt split the slave reacted with a sorrowful wail,
and yet, still managed to exhort her cruel domatrix to whip her again and again,
but with ever more ferocious might. Little cuntslut snuggled up to me,
whispering all the time at how the poor slave must be suffering. The lewd slut
giggled that her own cunt split was drooling in sympathy with the abused whore
on the stage.
The brutal cunt whipping went on and on. The suffering slave howled and wailed
out her agony in ever more incoherent fashion. Never the less, the abused slave
girl continued to implore her cruel and merciless Mistress to thrash her burning
cunt harder and harder, and the juices of her arousal began to flow in ever more
abundance. The flesh of her sex grew more and more swollen and bruised beyond
imagination, and her rock hard girl prick seemed to flex and strain towards the
descending whip with each brutal stroke delivered, as if it could not wait to
endure its next appointment with pain and suffering. The slave girl's belly was
vibrating visibly, and her tautly stretched out thighs flexed wildly in sympathy
with her peaking rapture with each heartlessly delivered stroke.
"Oh, I wish I was her!" Cuntslut whispered in awe. "Aren't you jealous,
cockslut! Don't you wish you were her too! Her pain and suffering must be
fabulous!" She articulated in her excitement and envy. I could only agree with
her assessment. The slave must surely be approaching paradise in her anguish,
and I indeed, suffered a sense of envy that was almost painful in its intensity.
My severely restricted, and coiled up cock stalk writhed in its constricting
bonds in a vain endeavour to stiffen at the exciting spectacle. It could not do
so, of course, and this only added to my jealous frustration. The climax of the
exhibition was obviously approaching, as evidenced by the disjointed babblings
of the slave, who now hovered on the very prink of masochistic nirvana.
"Thrash cooze harder! More! More! Flog twat gash harshly! Punish whore cunt
split mercilessly!" The anguished slave howled. "Punish more! Punish! Punish!
Punish!" She jabbered incoherently. The pitiless Mistress, sweat now dripping
from her features, strove to satisfy the pitiful wailing of her suffering bitch
with all her considerable strength. The slave's belly began to jerk wildly, and
her ravaged cunt split seemed to splay open even wider than her cruel bondage
had caused it to. It was as if it was blooming in its divine agony. All of a
sudden her girl prick began to flex, retract, and re-emerge in long strokes, and
she began to orgasm with an intensity that defied description. I stated at the
climaxing slave in absolute awe.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Were the only words the orgasming slave
was able to articulate while her brutally abused cunt split gushed with such
force that it resembled an erupting volcano. I watched the ravaged slave climax
with wonder. I had never seen a cunt explode with such force ever. The rich,
spicy juices seemed to actually squirt from the spasming meat. The swollen girl
prick continued to jerk and pulsate as though it had a mind of its own. The
slave squealed and shrieked in untold ecstasy, totally out of control. Her cruel
Mistress roared out her pride at the performance of her horrifically defiled
bitch. She continued to whip the slave's gushing cunt split, albeit with less
force than before, and with less pace. Each stroke caused a fresh outpouring of
cunt cream to spurt from the writhing gash.
Eventually the cruel domatrix ceased to punish her slave's flooded cunt split,
and the slave slowly came down from her incredible masochistic high. Her
violated twat crevasse continued to writhe helplessly, and a river of pungent
woman cum flowed from its swollen bruised meat, down the slave's trembling
belly, and even wetted the undersides of her whip welted tits. The girl mewled
out her gratitude to her cruel Mistress in tones of servile adoration long after
her ordeal was over. The Mistress silenced her slut by applying the tip of the
whip she had used to the bitch's lips, obviously a signal for the sated slave to
be silent.
The Mistress, after the thunderous applause of the audience had finally died
down, signalled to her assistants to re-arrange the slave's body. She then
announced to the viewers, "The bitch is so hot now, even though her cooze has
exploded so violently, that she will be magnificent in her worshipping service.
I am having her placed in a posture that will allow her to serve any of you who
wish to sample her lewd talents. The bitch will suck whatever is brought into
range of her mouth. Slaves will be permitted to feast on her well whipped cunt
split, to taste the evidence of the whore's first orgasm in six months.
Mistresses who desire it may amuse themselves by whipping the bitch's cunt gash.
I would like the hot slut to come again and again today, in celebration of her
submission."
With her announcements complete, coinciding with the completion of the task she
had appointed to her cousins, the three domatrixes left the stage to a renewed
round of enthusiastic applause. They left the slave, still trembling in the
aftermath of her ordeal, bound and presented for `service'. A low slung vaulting
horse had been slipped under her, at the small of her back, and her nudity
stretched out, taut as a bow sting. Her legs were still widely spread allowing
her ravaged, drool dripping twat gash to be presented in totally defenceless
vulnerability. A small, but never the less quite cruel looking tit whip with
many strands was placed between the slave's thrusting tits, and an equally cruel
one, although not as brutal as the one used by her sadistic owner, was placed on
her tautly stretched belly. To complete the preparations a bizarre shaped
`toilet' seat was manoeuvred over the slave's hanging head so that her still
half covered head hung a foot or so below it.
"I'm going to suck on that poor slave's cunt split before we leave, cockslut!"
Cuntslut whispered to me with her voice still quivering with excitement
following the awful spectacle we had just witnessed. "Even if her Mistress
denies her pleasure peaks from tongue on her twat I'll still make her gash sing
with pleasure!" She added with a little chortle.
Just as cuntslut had finished her little conversation our view of the stage was
suddenly cut off. Two tall muscular women of mulatto background stood in front
of us. Each was dressed identically, in short leather tunics that consisted of
skin tight vests that barely contained their thrusting, sizeable breasts, and
short loin cloths that covered their crotches, and hung down to about mid thigh.
Both were obviously dominants, and most likely sisters from the obvious
similarities in their handsome, rather than beautiful features.
"Well, what do we have here." One of the women said to the other. "As pretty a
pair of cunt lappers as you would ever see!" Her companion rejoined with a
laugh, "And the property of our new Queen." One of them noted, reading the
inscriptions on our necklaces. "That should ensure that the are well trained at
least." The other one concluded, then addressed us directly for the first time,
"That display has made us mightily horny, little sluts, and it looks like we'll
have to wait some time to use the whore on the stage from the line up that has
already formed to sample her talents!" She said smiling down at cuntslut and I,
who hadn't moved a muscle since the arrival of the domatrixes. My heart had
already begun to pound with lust and trepidation, lust because I could already
make out the unmistakable aroma of aroused pussy emanating from behind the
woman's leather loin cloth, and trepidation because this was the time that my
sex might be most easily exposed and the Queen's property or not, I did not look
forward to what might happen to me in this haven for lesbians if it was
discovered that I sported a forbidden prick in my fork.
Both women then swept aside their loin cloths, and cuntslut and I stared in
excited lust at the pussies they allowed us to gaze upon. The one I stared at,
with my mouth already watering with longing, was shaved clean of any hair, and
was thick lipped and plump, with protruding inner lips that glistened with pussy
cream, and a prominent clitoral ridge that showed the obvious evidence of
arousal with its woman cock tip peeping alluringly from its sheath of moist
wrinkled skin. The one presented to cuntslut was covered with a veritable forest
of black crinkly hair, and its aroma was more powerful than that exuding from
the one before me. I could feel the excitement in the cute little cuntslut from
the trembling of her body while she gazed at the hairy grotto a few inches from
her eyes.
"Would you like to suck on this, slut?" The woman cried. "I'll just bet you
would!" She added, answering her own question. Both cuntslut and I were on our
knees before the domatrixes in a flash, cuntslut speaking for both of us when
she gasped out in her extreme excitement, and lust, "Oh yes, divine Mistresses!
We would be honoured to worship the sacred pussies you have allowed us to see!"
"Well, strip sluts! We don't allow clothed sluts to even see our hallowed
pussies, normally, let alone adore them with their slavish tongues!"
Little cuntslut squealed out, with anguish clearly evident in her wavering
voice, "Please, adored Mistress, our Queen has forbidden us to bare our cunt
gashes to anyone today, and we can not disobey Her! Please sweet Mistress!
Please! Allow us to pleasure you anyhow! We promise to give you pleasure such as
you have never before experienced! Please Mistress! Please Mistress! Let us! We
implore you!" The slave girl blurted out with all the necessary pleading of a
child after a sweet. The Mistress didn't look as though cuntslut's pleading had
had any effect and, I was sure, was just about to dash our hopes when cuntslut
again began to plead:
"Please sweet Mistresses, our Queen has not forbidden us to bare out fat tits
for you pleasure! Please adored Mistress! Allow us to bare our tits before you
make up your mind!" She pleaded with every ounce of submissive ardour she could
summon. The two domatrixes eyed each other for a few seconds, then the hairy
pussied one replied to cuntslut's entreaty, engendering a fresh surge of hope in
us. "Ok, little sluts. Let's see your tits, and then we'll see!"
Both cuntslut and I immediately raised our hands and flicked open the catches
that were keeping the tops of our tunics in place. The filmy material
immediately fell away from our torsos, and our enormous, stiff teated tits were
bared for the women to inspect. As soon as our tits were revealed our hands
moved to clasp together behind our heads to signify our submission, and we both,
I'm sure, prepared to roll our shoulders so as to shake our tits erotically for
the entertainment of the domatrixes. We did not reckon on what was to happen
next however, but as soon as it did I knew the purpose of the bizarre halters we
wore.
The two cups that supported the undersides of our massive tits began to move of
their own volition. They moved up and down, anchored on the fulcrum between our
huge mounds, and were soon bouncing our creamy tits up and down in a most
demeaning, and excitingly erotic fashion. My face flushed with shame at this,
and my hands grasped the back of my head tightly, in servile passion while the
bizarre cups bounced my tits about with ever increasing vigour. What a sight we
must have made, kneeling submissively before the pair of domatrixes in
classically submissive poses while our colossal tits were bounced about in the
most erotic manner imaginable, without any apparent effort on our part.
While we flushed with our sensual humiliation the effect on the two domatrixes
was clearly in our favour. They gazed down at us with broad smiles on their
faces, obviously delighted by the humiliation we were being subjected to. "What
a delightful sight!" One said to the other. "I'm not sure that we can't make an
exception with these two, especially as they are the Queen's sluts." The more
reluctant one seemed to waver in her resolve too, "I suppose you're right." She
said to her companion, "But I'm not sure yet. Let's go over to a suck chair, and
I'll decide on the way if I think these sluts are servile and obscene enough for
me to relax my normally stringent standards!"
With that the two turned on their heels away from our kneeling bodies. My sight
was greeted by a pair of coffee coloured bottom cheeks, large and smooth, and
completely bare. Cuntslut was obviously granted a similar sexy sight and I took
a second to glance over at her. The little slut's eyes were wide with wonder,
both at the sensation of her wildly bouncing tits, and the pair of smooth bottom
cheeks before her eyes. I winked at her slyly, then thrust my head forward, and
insinuated my face into the warm crevasse between those voluptuous cheeks. Just
before my sight was cut off by the flesh of female bottom I saw that cuntslut
had taken her cue from me and was emulating my deliciously degrading act.
My long tongue slowly emerged from my mouth as soon as my face was wedged as far
into that warm moist fleshy chasm as was possible. The woman slowly began to
move at this time, and I shuffled along behind her as best I could while
ensuring that my face did not escape the delicious captivity I had so joyously
placed it in. By the time we had moved a few feet my wriggling tongue had
already managed to insinuate itself deeply into the woman's arse chasm, and was
actually tickling the hot, pungent ring of her intimate rear hole. After a few
more seconds, when I happily lapped at the spicy orifice, I was able to drive
its tip into the hole itself. By the time the woman actually stopped moving I
had well over an inch of my tongue buried in her rectal chute and was using it
to give her pleasure.
"This lewd whore has her tongue slurping away in my arse pit! What a beautifully
obscene bitch she is!" The woman I served gasped to her companion. "I'm not
going to deny myself the pleasure of seeing what the harlot can do with a pussy
with that tongue!" she continued, leaving the other domatrix in no doubt that
she was going to allow me to worship her pussy regardless of the fact that I
might be clothed while I did so. At this statement I flushed with pleasure, but
wondered what cuntslut would do, for I knew that she would have had no way of
doing what I was capable of with her much shorter tongue.
"Well, my little whore hasn't managed to repeat her partner's efforts, although
not through want of trying!" The other woman said as they both stepped away from
us, and allowed me to see that we had arrived at a brace of seats obviously
designed for dominators to receive the oral worship of their slaves. The seats
were constructed of stainless steel and soft black leather and were similar to
those used in doctors' surgeries for the examination of female sex organs. My
domatrix had already mounted hers by the time I had taken in the design of the
seats, and her thighs were spread wide, baring her moist pussy fully.
The other woman was not so sure. She was still insisting, much to cuntslut's
chagrin, that she was not about to allow a slave whose cunt split she had not
seen to suck on her hairy pussy. I could sense that cuntslut's resolve was
beginning to waver, and I knew that the little harlot, so hot for the pussy so
close to her yearning mouth, was going to reveal her twat to the domatrix. This
was Ok by me, so long as it didn't mean that I was to be made to do the same.
Just as my domatrix reached out to pull my head into her crotch I saw cuntslut
reach down and reverse her short skirt, thus baring her moist cunt split to the
Mistress.
"That's better, slut!" The woman retorted. "And such a pretty cunt gash it is
too. I can't imagine why the Queen forbad you to display it. That's right,
little whore. Flaunt it for me for a while, then I'll let you feast on my sacred
pussy." I didn't quite hear cuntslut's reply because, by now, my hearing had
been slightly impaired by the fact that my Mistress' thighs were clasping my
head, and pressing my face up against the pussy I was now avidly serving. My
tongue spilt the plump, smooth pussy lips, and my senses were inundated with the
ripe aromas, and the spicy, rich flavours of highly aroused female sexuality.
I slurped wildly at the domatrix's flowing font, and basked in the special
happiness I experienced when serving dominant sex. I teased the stiff little
stalk of the woman's woman cock with delicate sensuality, and was immediately
rewarded by having my head given an especially hard squeeze by her full thighs.
After a few moments I decided to show this dominant just how unique my tongue
was. She was not going to forget me in a hurry, I decided. I ploughed my tongue
down and allowed its tip to lave at the mouth to her dripping pussy pit, then
slowly began to plunge it into that velvety cave. I relentlessly, but
exquisitely slowly, and with erotic wriggling, drove my tongue into the elastic
walled sex sleave, until its tip was tongue whipping the entrance to her baby
cave.
The effect on the domatrix was electric. She had obviously never had a tongue
reach so far into her pussy pit before. Despite the muting effect of her thighs
on my hearing I could not mistake the shrieks of pleasure, and of wonder, that
emanated from her mouth while she was subjected to the exceptional skills of my
immaculately trained tongue. I gave the domatrix's pussy pit one of the most
thorough, and erotic tongue baths that I could give, and soon her whole body was
shaking in ecstasy. While my tongue pleasured her depths I was sure to use my
nose to nudge and buffet the rigid stalk of her woman prick.
A few minutes of this sensuous torment was all the woman could bear, and her
pussy exploded in climax, bathing my face in a flood of her succulent sex cream.
I kept up my erotic work relentlessly, determined to bring the domatrix off over
and over. I alternated between tongue massaging the depths of her continually
spasming pussy pit, and tongue whipping her spasming woman cock. I brought her
off using both methods over and over. It was I who was in charge at this time.
The domatrix was a prisoner of the pleasure I wrenched from her over heated sex,
an addict to my skilled tongue. She could not have stopped me, even had she so
desired, such was the narcotic effect of my supreme talent.
Eventually, of course, I exhausted the domatrix's pussy, her woman cock
softened, and her hole became relaxed and slack, and had no more juice to
surrender. Her thighs released their grip on my head and merely flopped open. I
sucked every last drop of the cream from her sex, and then merely rested my face
on the warm, moist, totally sated sex and awaited her pleasure. The woman's
breath came in huge gasps while she fought to recover from the erotic mill I had
put her through. Her hand tenderly petted my damp hair, and she was lavish in
her praise of my efforts, and of my Queen for having trained such a perfect
slut.
Meantime, cuntslut was still working diligently between the thighs of the
Mistress she served. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had had a
similar effect on that domatrix. Cuntslut's tongue had not been modified as mine
had, so it did not possess the capacity for deep penetration that mine had, but
her tongue is exquisitely soft, and immaculately trained in imparting divinely
erotic sensations, especially on woman cock, as I had experienced on countless
occasions when I had possessed a girl prick while in the realm. It was obvious
she had been practicing her art on the woman cock of her domatrix and, like me,
she had almost exhausted that woman's capacity to absorb sexual pleasure.
Cuntslut's head was finally thrust away by the satiated domatrix who then spoke
to her companion, "I was going to have myself sucked off by the bitch on the
stage, but this little whore has drained me dry. If I had the energy I'd punish
the wilful slut for not anticipating my desires." Her sister dominant replied,
in and equally exhausted voice. "Me too, darling, but I wouldn't have missed the
attentions of the slut who sucked me dry for the world. Let's go home for a nap.
I'm sure the bitch will still be on the stage later on in the evening. We can
come back when we've recuperated and then try her out, although I think these
slaves of the Queen might have spoiled us for a time. I can't imagine a slave
with greater split sucking expertise that this whore has!"
I basked in the high praise of the Mistress while they both rose from their
seats, and their loin cloths were allowed to flop back into place, hiding their
sated pussies. Without even acknowledging us, the two domatrixes wandered off
towards the door of the club. Cuntslut looked over to me with a grin splitting
her pussy juice soaked face, and a gleam of lust radiating from her lovely eyes.
"That Mistress had the ripest pussy I had ever worshipped, cockslut. I thought
she would drown me with her divine juices. I cant remember ever having had so
mush elixir fed to me. How was yours?"
I told her that I too, had enjoyed the Mistress I had served. While we chatted
cuntslut kept glancing over at the stage area. I was re-engaged in fixing my
tunic top so that my massive tits would be again covered, if covered was what it
could be described as, while we talked, but cuntslut still remained in her
almost nude state. "I'm going to suck up that poor slave's cunt juices as soon
as the Mistress has finished whipping her!" Cuntslut declared emphatically, and
began to crawl off towards the stage.
I completed fastening my tunic and then turned my attention to the stage as
well. I could see why cuntslut was so impatient to get there immediately, for
another slave, with obviously similar intentions, was also trying to get to the
stage, although this one was being somewhat hampered by the fact that she was
held by her owner's leash which was attached to her slave collar. Needless to
say, little cuntslut got there first, and contented herself with sensually
licking at the bare bottom cheeks of the domatrix who was cruelly whipping the
tied down slave. The punisher looked down at cuntslut, and smiled mockingly at
her eager submission. She realised what the little slave girl desired, and was,
of coures, only too happy to grant her her wish when she saw the Queen's
ownership pendant hanging around her neck.
I was certainly going to have to do something about this continual, almost
submissive, deference by dominants and slaves alike to cuntslut and I. We were
being held in a privileged position not appropriate for sluts and slaves such as
we were, and I was sure my adored Queen would be horrified to discover that we
were being treated as if we were royalty ourselves. She would certainly do
something about the state of affairs when informed of them, I was sure.
The domatrix whose shapely bottom cuntslut was so devotedly worshipping was
whipping the defenceless twat gash of the strapped down slave with a long
flexible strap. She thrashed the convulsing sex with all her might, and I could
see that its juices were beginning to flow profusely, in prelude to climactic
explosion. At the other end of the slave's bondage rack another dominant
occupied the special seat in place there, and the slave's semi leather covered
head was buried between that woman's bottom cheeks, and, from the way the
slave's throat was working it was obvious that she was working diligently for
the domatrix's pleasure.
Suddenly the hot bitch's cunt split seemed to erupt like a geyser as another
pain climax exploded from her cruelly punished sex. The domatrix who had caused
the explosion ceased her flogging of the spewing gash to watch it spray its lust
cream, while the slave's belly convulsed wildly, and her tautly stretched thigh
muscles contracted over and over with the intensity of her ecstasy. As soon as
the eruption began to die down the domatrix reached down and grasped cuntslut by
her long hair, and drew her head up towards the tied down slut's splayed open
crotch. Cuntslut's mouth gaped wide as it approached the flooded cunt split, and
I could see that the delightful little harlot was filled with pleasure at the
prospect of feeding her yearning belly on that spicy issue.
I was not wrong. Soon cuntslut was feasting on raw female sexuality like a
starving waif. Her tongue lapped at the drooling meat with eager lust, scooping
vast quantities of the thick creamy juice into her avid mouth, and swallowing it
down in mighty gulps. She kept up her feast until she had sucked every drop from
the sated cunt split, and then teased the soft girl prick of the pain slave with
her ever eager, and skilled tongue. Despite the slave's immaculate masochistic
tendencies cuntslut's extraordinary talents actually caused that stalk of female
sexuality to stiffen but no matter what cuntslut did with her inventive tongue
she was unable to elicit any further response from the slave before yet another
Mistress rudely shoved her aside and prepared to administer to the slave's needs
more appropriately, with a particularly cruel whip.
Cuntslut reluctantly crawled down from the stage, her opulent tits swaying
heavily from her slender torso, and joined me. "I bet I could have got that
slave off had the Mistress allowed me more time!" She exclaimed petulantly while
I helped her to cover her svelte body with her tunic, adjusting it until she was
`respectable' once again. I glanced at the clock over the bar of the club and
saw that it was already three thirty. We only had another hour and a half before
we had to be back at the `Haven of Slaves' ready to be picked up. I hustled the
reluctant cuntslut towards the door, noting that her face still shone with the
glistening juices of the cunt split she had just sucked clean.
When we entered the vestibule of the club we both dropped to our knees before
the dyke door attendant and submissively kissed the toes of her boots. Cuntslut,
still crazed by her lust for pussy, raised herself up on her knees and began to
lewdly lap at the dyke's rubber covered crotch like a bitch in heat. The bullish
woman chortled at cuntslut's lascivious lust, and reached down into her groin.
She slowly opened a zipper in her crotch, and bared a hairy pussy, moist and
aromatic, "Suck it off, whore! And be quick about it!" Cuntslut dove her face
into the woman's reeking pussy and sucked at its drooling meat with unmistakable
relish. She tongue whipped the woman cock with her deliciously soft tongue until
the muscular woman's pussy exploded, then she slurped down the flowing juices
with equal eagerness.
Once the door keeper's pussy was sated she pushed cuntslut aside and re-zipped
her pants, ignoring cuntslut as though she were a mere toy to be enjoyed, then
tossed aside. I pulled cuntslut to her feet and we emerged from the lesbian club
and back into the daylight. "I want more!" Cuntslut complained petulantly. "I
don't care if its pungent slave cunt split, or ravishing dominant pussy! I want
more!" It was all I could do to stop the lust filled harlot from attacking women
on the side walk and begging to be allowed to suck them off on the spot. I
grasped her bottom in one hand as we staggered along, and drove a finger up her
tight little arse hole just to try to get her mind off pussy for a few seconds.
The shock of this rude invasion of her most intimate orifice momentarily shut
cuntslut up, and gave me the opportunity to reason with her. I told that we had
little time left, and that we still had to obtain the gift she was supposed to
get for our Queen. Then I teased the little slut about how she was going to be
punished for showing off her lewd cunt split in the club, contrary to our
Queen's instructions. She replied with growing petulance that it was not fair,
our Queen had commanded us to suck pussy, and her domatrix was not going to let
her if she didn't flaunt her whore split for her. How was she to obey both
edicts in such circumstances. I told her that it didn't matter to the Queen. She
would normally expect more ingenuity from her whores.
Cuntslut was still trying to make excuses for her actions, and was begging me
not to tell on her, when we reached the entrance to a sex boutique catering to
the erotic needs of females. The cute slave girl had obviously forgotten that
our Queen possessed the power to monitor our thoughts, and it would not require
me to inform on her for the Queen to know she had been disobeyed. I didn't
remind cuntslut of this, however, preferring to be entertained by her fear.
"Let's go in here and see what you can get for our Queen that might allay her
anger at you for disobeying her instructions." I said to little cuntslut.
We entered the shop and I immediately noticed that the attendant was quite
obviously a slave by the nature of her dress. The girl was beautiful in an
innately submissive kind of way. She was dressed in an impossibly short skirt
that barely reached to the tops of her quite slender and exquisitely shaped
thighs, and a ridiculously skimpy top that barely covered the teats of her plump
tits. Other than this she was all skin, with no stockings and bare feet. Her
strawberry blonde hair hung in one long thick braid that reached down to the
tops of her pert bottom cheeks.
I told cuntslut to go and find a gift for the Queen, while I worked on talking
the assistant into letting us have it for free. I instructed the cute little
slut that, when she had selected her gift, she was to do exactly as she was told
when she brought it to the counter. Little cuntslut skipped off to inspect the
wide range of erotic knick knacks the store's shelves were filled with, while I
sauntered over to the counter to the delightful looking attendant. The lovely
girl looked at first, expectant, then slightly apprehensive, after noting the
inscription on my necklace, and then absolutely deferential when the import of
its message really sank in.
"Anything you like, Mistress! Anything you like is on the house. My Mistress has
commanded that it be so! We are honoured that you should patronise my Mistress'
establishment!" The pretty little slave cried. I shushed the girl up befoe her
blathering was overheard by cuntslut, a plan already forming in my mischievous
head. I decided to brief the attendant on this plan quietly, so as not to alert
cuntslut who was busy inspecting the various delights that the boutique offered.
"We are pleased to accept your Mistress' patronage," I whispered to the girl,
"But let's not make this obvious to the little slave cuntslut, over there, to
that fact shall we. We can have some sexy fun with her!"
The slave girl looked at me with curiosity, but seemed willing to enter into the
spirit of whatever I had planned. "When the little harlot has made her choice
you are to follow my instructions to the letter. I'm sure that you enjoy having
your little cunt split sucked, don't you?" Needless to say, the cute little
slave agreed with this premise with alacrity. "We'll insist that cuntslut has to
pay a price of lewd submission to you if she is to get her little gift, Ok?" The
attendant quickly agreed, then I led her out from behind the counter and
whispered to her to close the shop for a few minutes. The little slave rushed
over to the door and placed the `Back in ten minutes' sign on the door, then
flipped its latch, and returned to me.
As it happened cuntslut had made her choice just as the girl returned. She
approached the counter where we stood with her choice in her hands. I smiled
knowingly when I saw what she had chosen. It was a particularly vicious looking
cunt whip. No doubt cuntslut was anticipating our Queen's wrath when she
confessed to showing her twat to the lesbian Mistress at the club. I moved the
attendant to a position in front of me, and then encouraged her to lean back
against me. Just before this I undid the clasp holding the top of my tunic up,
and bared my massive tits. The attendant wound up with her head resting between
my tits, and was obviously delighted with this development, and snuggled her
head into the warm fleshy divide with a sigh of contentment.
"On your knees, cuntslut!" I commanded, "And beg to be permitted to serve this
slave as payment for the gift you have chosen!" Whether cuntslut saw through the
guise or not, I don't know, but she certainly entered into the game with typical
enthusiasm. She fell to her knees, and held out the whip she had chosen in a
supplicating fashion, and then began to beg in wheedling tones that almost had
me laughing at her show of obsequious servility. "Please, adored slave. Please,
let me work off the price of this gift for my Queen by worshipping the scared
cunt split between your glorious thighs, I beg you with all my heart! I promise
to suck you with all the sublime talent my submissive tongue possesses, and not
to stop before you have further honoured me by feeding my adulating mouth with
the marvellous elixir of your divine twat gash! Please, wonderful slave! Let me!
I beg you!"
The attendant reached down her body, leaning heavily against me, already
shivering with barely suppressed lust, and took the whip from cuntslut. She then
flipped her short skirt up, baring the slightly moist crack of her nude, and
smoothly shaven cunt. "You may worship, slut!" She breather throatily, "And the
skill of your performance will decide if I grant you the gift you desire." Her
excitement was obviously growing with each passing second, and I noted that her
beautiful young cunt had moistened even more in that short time, and its sensual
aroma wafted up to titillate my own senses, making me jealous that cuntslut was
to taste it, rather than I.
The cute little attendant sighed in pleasure, and wriggled her head delightfully
between the full mounds of my bared tits as soon as cuntslut's soft tongue began
to work its magic on her, by this time, drooling cunt split. I slipped my hands
into the top of her tunic and cupped the soft smooth mounds of her pert tits, my
thumbs insistently flicking at teats that were already stiff with arousal. "Oh
what a deliciously soft tongue!" The pleasure filled slave girl gasped when
cuntslut's skilled tongue began to tease the erect spike of her girl prick.
"I've never felt a tongue so gorgeously soft! It's killing me with pleasure! Oh!
I cant stand it! It's Sooooo Goooood! Sooooo Goooood!" The girl shrieked as her
pleasure grew.
For my part I watched the rise of the slave's delight, noting a marked increase
in the trembling of her splayed open thighs as her pleasure mounted. When I
deemed that she was entering the throes of her climax I relinquished her tits
and slid my hands down her legs. By this time she had her face turned, and was
lapping erotically at the rubbery nubbin of my left teat. I grasped the girl
behind her knees and hefted her up against my body. This, of course, caused her
thighs to spread even wider, and her shapely bottom cheeks to split wide open.
Cuntslut, taking her cue from this action began to become more passionate in her
attention to the slave's sex. Her tongue was soon lashing the slave from her
pouting arse ring to her throbbing girl prick in relentless erotic torment.
The shuddering slave came in an explosion of ecstasy. Her cries of pleasure must
surely have been heard outside the boutique by passers by. Her twat crack gushed
with a flow of cunt cream that had the dutiful cuntslut, herself filled with the
joy of knowing she was responsible for the pleasure, slurped up with avid
elation. Cuntslut fed on the flowing cunt split until it had surrendered all
that it had to yield to her clever tongue, and the sated slave collapsed,
limply, against me. I allowed her legs to fall back down to the floor, and
petted her fevered brow while she came slowly down from her erotic high.
When I finally relinquished my hold on the slave girl she almost collapsed to
the floor, such was the sensual satiation that had taken hold of her. Cuntslut
gazed up at her from her kneeling position with a smile of sensual triumph on
her face, sticky with the cream of the slave's cunt split. "That was just
delightful, adored slave!" She said, "You tasted just a divine as I knew you
would! Thank you for allowing me the privilege of sucking your gash for you!"
After a couple of minutes the girl seemed to regain most of her composure, and
moved back around to her side of the counter. Her still trembling fingers
fumbled with the whip as she wrapped it for cuntslut. While this was going on I
re-covered my own tits, then drew cuntslut to her feet. The attendant handed
cuntslut her gift with a shy smile, and expressed her wish that we visit the
shop at any time. We informed her that we hoped that this would be the case on
frequent occasions. I myself expressing my envy at how cuntslut had tasted her
delicious twat crack, and I hadn't.
I noticed that time was running short. We had only ten minutes to go before we
were scheduled to be picked up. I hustled cuntslut from the boutique, and we
rushed off, as fast as our ridiculous shoes would allow us to move, back towards
the `Haven of Slaves'. Just as we arrived, so did the limousine. We were
immediately ushered into the rear cabin of the luxury vehicle where our Queen
sat, with our Princess seated at her right hand. We were commanded to strip
immediately, which we did, and were soon in the posture expected of us when we
were the centre of the Queen's attention. Our hand were clasped submissively
behind our heads, our shoulders were rolling shaking the enormous mounds of out
tits erotically at the seated duo, and, in my case, my huge prick swayed, stiff
and throbbing, from my wildly undulating crotch, the mandatory globule of
pre-cum gracing its flared tip and, of course, cuntslut's twat crack, already
glistening with juices was being lewdly flaunted for the domatrix's pleasure.
The Queen and her Princess observed our lasciviously performing nudities for a
few moments and then the Queen beckoned cuntslut to her, and allowed the wanton
slave to present the gift she had obtained. Cuntslut, careful not to diminish
the depravity of her obscene submission, took the gift in her hands and shuffled
across the floor of the cabin to the seated Majesty. She reached out and offered
her gift to her sovereign who took the ornately wrapped package from her hands.
The Queen immediately tore the wrapping from the object and cuntslut began to
rut her hips with frantic obscenity in order to signify to the domatrix that she
wished to communicate.
Her Majesty looked down at the depraved performance of her whore with a glare of
annoyance. "I know what you want to say, wilfull slut!" She announced. "I know
all about your little display of disobedience." The Queen, having noted the
nature of the gift she had been given, continued, with a cruel laugh, "An
entirely appropriated offering, slut! Be assured that it will receive a complete
work-out as soon as we reach home!" She then turned the focus of her
conversation to me, "I would have thought, cockslut, that you would have known
better, given your exposure to the culture. I would have expected you to look
after cuntslut, and ensure that she did not disgrace herself by disobeying my
explicit instructions. You are in need of a good lesson in submission and
humiliation to ensure that you understand the gravity of your own behaviour. I
don't blame little cuntslut entirely for her own irascible behaviour, rather, I
blame you for not looking after her properly, especially when we both know that
she is inexperienced when it comes to being allowed to operate un-supervised!"
My heart fluttered with both dread and sadness. I had displeased my Queen. I
should have anticipated the events that had occurred, and fore-stalled
cuntslut's disobedience. I deserved all that my Queen chose to inflict upon me
for these oversights. As for cuntslut, she was almost beside herself with sorrow
that she had offended our Queen with her selfish act. Tears actually flowed down
her cheeks, and her hips soon began to rut again, with consummate debauchery.
She obviously yearned to inform our Queen that no punishment would be severe
enough to atone for her behaviour. The Queen, however, completely ignored her,
and she eventually resumed her more normal display of depraved obscenity until
commanded to resume her position next to me.
The limousine had moved off as soon as we had entered the cabin, and had been
travelling along smoothly while these activities had been taking place. The
Queen, however, commanded that it stop, and opened the side window to which she
was closest. She beckoned to someone outside to approach. It was a youth of no
more than sixteen years of age. He was obviously of the dominant bent, dressed
in black kid leather from head to toe. He approached the vehicle, tentatively at
first, and became quite agitated when he realised who had summoned him. He was
entirely deferential to our Queen, asking her to inform him of her pleasure. The
Queen replied:
"Young man, do you know who I am?" The youth said that he did, again pledging
his service to whatever she desired. "I have a slave in here who is in dire need
of a lesson in submission and humility. Would you assist me in teaching the
harlot a lesson?" The youth was quick to reply that he would be honoured to be
of assistance. The Queen opened the door and drew the young male into the
interior of the car. His eyes widened in awed astonishment when he saw cuntslut
and I in our completely lewd and obscene postures. The youth was almost
frighteningly handsome, with a muscular frame that almost made my mouth water
with longing. His long hair was clean and well brushed, his face smooth and
unblemished, and the bulge in his leather encased crotch promised a penis of
substantial size, despite his youth.
"See that little whore with the lurid, drooling prick?" The Queen asked the
excited youth. "Yes madam." He responded. "Well, I want that slut to worship
your young, succulent arsehole with his clever tongue to teach him a lesson!
Would you like to feel his whore tongue pleasuring your arse ring, darling?" The
youth could hardly believe what he was hearing. Because of his tender years it
was entirely unlikely that he had ever experienced such an event before, and it
showed. He stammered wildly in his avid acceptance of the request. "Well, why
don't you come over here and stand in front of me?" The Queen responded with a
giggle of pleasure. "Spread your legs, darling. Here, let me help you." She
continued, using her fingers to manipulate the zip that ran from the youth's
waist from front to back. When she had fully opened the zip the soft leather of
his trousers splayed open from front to rear revealing his young sex fully. I
couldn't see the front of the youth's crotch from where I was was, just the half
moons of his smooth bottom cheeks where the leather had spread aside to reveal
the muscular mounds.
From the sighs and giggles of the two Domatrixes I had no doubt as to the sheer
beauty of his young penis and testicles. They cooed and praised his sex with
sensual excitement for a few seconds before the command snapped out from the
Queen:
"Get over here, slut!" Her Majesty commanded. I knew, instinctively, that she
was referring to me, and this was immediately confirmed. "And get your face
between this adorable young Master's beautiful bottom cheeks and pleasure his
sacred arsehole. I want to see your slattern tongue tickling his tonsils,
whore!" I blushed scarlet at the demeaning task allotted to me, and my naked
body shivered with delicious humiliation while I shuffled over to the trio, my
own fabulously erect cock swaying to and fro with my shuffling gait. When I
arrived I wasted no time in complying completely with the command of my majestic
owner.
I shuddered with lust when the warm, hard muscled flesh of the youth's arse
crevasse closed around my face, and my lips were pressed reverently to the
ridged ring of his piquant anus. I washed the ring sensually with my tongue to
both moisten, and soften it in readiness for the climax of my humiliating
assignment. Then I began to poke at the tight hole with the stiffened tip of my
probing tongue. It took only a few seconds before I managed to drive it through
the sphincter, to the audible delight of the young male, then relentlessly
plunged it into the depths of the spicy hole, wriggling it about lewdly as I did
so.
"Get over here and suck the young Master's succulent testicles, harlot!" The
command from the Queen rang out. "Princess and I would have the pleasure of
tasting his sap!" The young man's buttocks clenched against my buried face, as
much from the erotic laving of my tongue, as from the announcement that he was
going to be brought to climax, I suspect. Soon cuntslut had taken up her
position in front of the standing youth, and had obviously gone to work on her
appointed task. The hard teats of her fabulous tits were soon duelling
pleasurable with my own stiff nubs, causing us both to shiver with wanton
pleasure.
"Bring the Master off, sluts!" The Queen cried with glee. "Bring him off with
your lascivious little tongues!" We went about our business with renewed
enthusiasm, anxious to please our regal owner. My tongue began to massage the
prostate of the now literally shaking male with all the lecherous skill of
centuries of submissive training, and cuntslut worked her sublime skills on his
bulging, sap filled testicles with equal enthusiasm. In almost no time at all
the tiny shrieks of pleasure emitted by the aroused youth signalled the
imminence of climax.
"Capture his essense, Princess!" Our Queen cried excitedly when the lad's orgasm
finally arived, "Don't waste a drop! And then give me a taste!" The youth
gushed, squealing in ecstasy. All the while I kept my tongue busy on his
writhing prostate, ensuring that his pleasure was as prolongued, and ecstatic as
was possible. Eventually he had surrendered all that his young testicles had to
give, and his bottom cheeks seemed to actually expell my face from its place
between them. Both cuntslut and I crawled back and resumed our previous
positions while the Princess re-arranged the spent youth's cloths, and he was
ejected from the car. We continued our depraved performance for our domatrix's
entertainment even after the big car moved off, until our Queen tired of the
sight, and told us to resume our normal postures of servitlty. I sighed with a
mixture of relief, and sad disappointment when my hot hard cock softened as soon
as I pressed my face to the rich carpet, and my arse cheeks swayed ever so
slowly and sensually to and fro while we travelled back to our estate.
As soon as we arrived I was ordered back to our quarters while cuntslut
accompanied the two domatrixes. I showered and ate as soon as I was in my room,
then went to sleep on the big bed. Some time later I was roused from my slumber
by the nude body of cuntslut as she climbed onto the bed with me. The little
slave was sobbing with hurt while she hugged me for comfort. I caressed her
trembling nudity with compassion, sliding my hand between her soft thighs and
feeling the moist heat of her swollen cunt split. "Princess thrashed my poor
cunt split for an hour with the whip I brought!" The little chattel sobbed. "It
hurt so musc that I thought I would die, darling cockslut! But I loved it! Oh
how I loved it! I came and came! I'm so exhausted!"
Within a few minutes the little girl was asleep, her big tits squashed up
against my own massive mounds. I saw, in the dim light of the room, that a smile
of contentment creased her lips as she slept the sleep of a person so content
with her lot that her happiness was palpable. I almost enveied her at that
mommnet. She seemed to be as content with her status as any slave I had ever
known. I wondered what she had been before surrendering to such a fate, and
decided that she must have been a submissive for as long as she could remember,
for if she had experienced life in the normal sense before, she certainly never
let on about it, and I never asked.
