We watched tapes of other girls in bondage. I thought that I had suffered, but some of them really had to put up with a lot more.
In many of them, Kathy was the master who made the poor girls do all sorts of things, and they almost always ended up with her forcing them to lick her cunt and ass. In one scene, a girl had to lick six girls in a row. Kathy whipped her until her job was done. The poor girl had whip marks all over her body, but mostly across her tits.
When Kathy heard me gasp, she told me that the girl loved every second of it and was even disappointed when all of the other girls had been satisfied by her tongue. She said the girl was willing to be whipped three times a day, every day. She was not a part of the men but was Kathy's personal slave. She was most happy when she was branded and had rings put on her cunt.
"Would you like to have rings, Jane?" she asked me.
"Rings! No way."
"Some day you may have them, you may even want to have them. This grows on you even though a lot of people think that its kinky and horrible. They seem to think they have the right to tell us how to live and what our sex life should be. The very ones who yell the loudest are the very ones who have no enjoyment in sex and therefore think that it is wrong, or they think they should dictate what type of sex we should engage in."
"There are always people telling others what's good for them. They don't know how to mind their own business."
"They are just trying to do what they think is right," I told her.
"They have no right to judge what's right and what's wrong. As long people engage in activities of their own free will and do no harm to others who are not interested or who do not want to participate, then they have absolutely no right to tell others how to run their lives. It would be different if they are forced to do things."
"If as they preach, it is against God's will, then they are in effect playing God by taking away the free will of people, which He had given them. They cannot be better than He but they try."
"Why is it against the law to do so many things?"
"Only because politicians are afraid of losing votes and judges were part of the community and listened to the loud holier-than-thou voices. If they would let people do what they wanted as long as they did not interfere with the rights of others, this would be a much better place to live."
"But how do you know where to stop? If you give some people an inch, they want a mile."
"That's true. But let's look at a situation. A man owns an adult book store. Only the people who are interested will enter. Others will stay away, including the kids because the owner keeps them out. It makes sense to protect the young. Anyway, the cops spend a lot of time trying to close him down, then there is a lot of time wasted in courts."
"In the meantime, there are houses being robbed, people being mugged, others murdered. The victims are certainly not willing participants but the police are too busy chasing people who are not really harming any one."
"We live in an unusual country. We have people who try to impose their will on others and as though that isn't enough, they try to impose their will on peoples of other countries even though they are totally ignorant of their customs and traditions. The thing we need more than anything else is a law that requires people to mind their own business."
She made a lot of sense. I forgot that I was sitting there naked as the day I was born while I listened to her.
"That's enough of that for now. I'll leave these tapes here for you so you can get a good idea of what's in store for you when they want to use you."
"It doesn't seem that they are interested in me."
"Don't worry. They have a lot of interest in you but they are very careful and use you only when they can be discrete about it. You'll have them often enough. Besides, if they wait too long, they may even let me have you for awhile. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"What would you do to me?"
"I won't say anything except that you would have more orgasms than you dreamed possible."
"I'd like that. Why don't you start now?"
"I wish I could but I would never do anything that would jeopardize my position. I have the best possible situation and I'm not about to take a chance of losing it."
"I'm horny as hell. I need somebody to do something to me."
"You'll get your fair share of sex. Before they finish with you, I promise that you will beg for a few minutes rest."
"But I need them now, not next month."
"That's just part of your training. You must learn to relax and be calm about all situations. You will need a lot of courage to get through some of the things they have planned for you."
"They promised that they would not hurt me."
"They won't, and in fact, they don't want to. They like to humiliate and embarrass you. They keep an eye on you through me and when they find out just what is the most degrading in your mind, that's exactly what they will do to you."
"Remember, they are not ghouls. They are just men who don't believe in women's lib."
Kathy left me alone again. I was not too happy having a pussy that needed attention and a sore ass. I took a warm bath that helped to ease the pain in my tail but did nothing to ease the ache between my legs.
I slipped on a pair of panties, which was my usual attire around the apartment, and did some more sewing. If they didn't use me more often than they had the first few days, I would have the world's largest collection of clothes.
It was three days later when I finally got a call to be ready that evening. I was thrilled. At last I could get out of the apartment other than on short morning trips around the neighborhood.
I took plenty of time getting ready, making sure that everything was just right. I wore a pair of tiny stretch panties that held my pussy comfortably snug and which kept me mindful of it. My dress was a simple little black thing that gave only a hint of my shape. It was held on only by a couple of snaps and a zipper. I was prepared to get it off as soon as the opportunity came by. I thought of my good fortune. I was getting paid to do things that other women would have paid to do.
John T. came by at the exact minute he said. He was much older than I but handsome and well groomed.
"Good evening, Jane. You look very elegant. Turn around."
I modeled the dress for him. He seemed to be very pleased. "That's not one of the dresses we ordered for you but it looks very nice. Where did you get it?"
"I made it." I held the skirt out for him to get a better view and I turned around again, more proud of my handy work than of my body.
"Do you like to make your own clothes?"
"Oh yes. I can't stand the styles and materials they use these days. They don't do a thing for a woman except make her look like she's wearing upholstery material."
I lifted the hem to show my panties to him. "I made these too. Do you like them?"
"They are very nice but I don't like to see your hair sticking out from the sides."
I looked down and sure enough, there were two strands sticking up. I quickly cut them off. He watched my every move. I took much longer than was necessary to let him have a long hard look at my crotch. I hoped it would give him ideas, like a quickie before we went out.
We drove way out into the country. It seemed that the evening would be over before we ever got there.
I was strong enough not to ask him any questions about him even though I was really curious. I talked about things that were not earthshaking which pleased him. I sat close to him after awhile and put my hand on his knee. When he gave no indication one way or the other that he liked it, I moved my hand closer to his crotch. I think that I made myself hotter than him.
John made me take my panties off in the car and leave them there. I felt more excited. It was against convention to go without underclothes but it made me feel very daring.
A woman met us at the door and she led me off to a side room. She made me lift my dress while she fitted me with a leather belt and a crotch strap. There was a vibrating dildo for each hole. I was almost on the verge of a cum when she pulled my labia through a slit in the crotch piece. The leather was soft but it still pinched me. She made it still worse by putting a clamp on it. "That's to make sure it doesn't slip out."
"But it hurts. Its cutting me."
"No it isn't. It just feels that way. Besides, you're supposed to suffer a little, aren't you?"
"I guess so, but I don't have to like it."
"John is waiting for you. Let your dress down and zipper it."
Before I left the room, she pinned a gold broach to my shoulder strap. I didn't have time to look at it very closely since she was pushing me out the door.
John was standing there waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I were comfortable.
"Not really. Do I have to wear this thing the whole night?"
"Most likely. You'll get use to it in a short while."
"I don't think so. The vibrator is about to make me have an orgasm."
"That's alright provided you don't make any lewd movements while you are having it."
We went into a large ballroom. The first thing that struck me was that all of the women were beautiful. I felt very elegant and proud until I saw them. They ranged in age from late teens to late thirties. Some of them were wearing the same type pin that I had.
"What are these pins for?" I asked John.
"That means you are not private property. Any of the men who want to use you may do so. If they want you to remove your dress, you will not ask any questions or even delay. You will strip it off immediately. Even the women who are not wearing the pins have the right to you."
I quickly checked the room to see how many women were wearing pins. Out of the twenty or so, at least half of them had a pin. One woman, who looked almost forty, was dancing with a young man. She was sobbing. I asked John about her.
"She is wearing the same harness as you but with one exception. The plugs are made of a very course leather and they are rubbing her raw."
"That's awful. How could anyone do that to her?"
"Don't worry. She's a pure masochist. She loves every second of it."
John surprised me by asking me to dance. He was very smooth even if his style was a bit old fashioned. I forgot for a few moments that I had to do anything he wanted. I was enjoying myself immensely when another man cut in on us.
He didn't waste any time putting his hand on my ass. He felt around until he found the strap between my cheeks and began to tug on it. It didn't do anything for me but I was concerned that he would wrinkle my dress.
When I didn't show any response, he took me back to John. We stood there a few minutes watching the others. I wondered when and how the sex part of things would begin. After all, everybody knew that it was going to happen sooner or later.
I didn't have long to wait. A young girl who was taller than most of the men in the crowd, and who had a fantastic shape, was the first one to have her dress removed. She was wearing the same type strap as the rest of the slave girls and she really looked good. She was well tanned without any marks of a bathing suit. She was putting on a show for the rest of us since she was the only one without clothing. She didn't seem to mind. If I had a body like hers, I wouldn't have cared either.
When the girl was taken to another room, John and I followed. Three men, with their cocks already hard and sticking out of leather straps between their legs, were waiting for her.
When she saw them she tried to pull away, but a woman held her until they grabbed her and forced her to the center of the room where they attached her wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling. She was already crying.
"She's been here before. She belongs to the women who was holding her. The women is so jealous of the girl's beauty that she makes life difficult for her."
"Is she paid?"
"In a way the money is put into a trust fund for her. She's too young to handle it herself. The woman is her aunt and between the girl, her mother, and the woman, they made arrangements for the girl to be a slave."
"That's terrible. She's too young to know what she is doing."
"Her mother caught her with two boys. They had her tied up and were taking turns using her mouth. She thought the girl was being raped but she had actually started it with them and told them what to do. She takes after her mother in some ways. The women you saw crying is the girl's mother."
The girl was not spread between floor and ceiling. Her legs were wide apart which is normal for a girl. The men took turns fucking her cunt and gave her a number of orgasms before they stopped.
Next, two other slaves had to lick her cunt clean. They took turns on her and she must have had a couple more cums the way she was wiggling her ass. She acted like she was in the privacy of her own room. She didn't mind being watched.
The mother was stripped of her dress and the strap was removed. Her arms were strapped severely in back of her, her elbows touching. The poor woman was in misery.
She was forced to her knees in back of the girl and one of the men held the girl's ass open and made the woman lick her ass. When she hesitated, they stopped just long enough to put a pair of leather panties on her. I didn't know what that was for until John told me that the panties had been filled with thorns. They were pulled up very tightly and laced in place. Once more the woman was crying.
She knelt in back of the girl and began to lick. The hanging girl moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. She pushed her hips back harder against the woman's face hoping to have the tongue driven deeper inside.
I was stunned by the action between mother and daughter. I never knew such things existed. John told me that the mother had done everything possible to direct the girl to a conventional path but even after years of treatment, the girl was still interested only in sex. To keep her from falling into the hands of people who may do her physical harm, they decided to give the girl some release from her desires.
The mother was pulled away in a few minutes but I'm sure she would have rather done that then to be in the position in which they put her.
She was made to straddle a wooden bar so that all of her weight was between her legs. It was bad enough to have to sit like that but with the thorns inside of her panties it must have been horrible.
She had her thighs, knees, and ankles strapped tightly together and her hair was knotted and tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. They put a ball in her mouth and covered it with a leather strap. She was in misery from the very second they put her there.
She had to remain there the rest of the evening. If she liked pain, she was getting it. After they put a blindfold on her, they went to work on the daughter.
The girl was hung by her feet from the ceiling. Of course her legs were spread wide. Only on rare occasions is a woman tied with her legs together. The master always wants easy access to that little love organ unless he or she wants to punish the slave or to use another hole.
Her arms were tied wrists to elbows. Her mouth was at cock level. They tied a dildo around her leg that could be used on her if the mood struck them.
One of the naked men didn't wait to use her face. He stood in front of her and jammed his cock down her throat. He didn't wait for her to suck him, instead he used her mouth as a cunt. I could hear her gulping for air but she made no sounds of protest. He was really ramming into her. His balls were bouncing off of her nose. I saw him stiffen and then pull out of her mouth to let his cum splash on her face. They made a woman of about thirty who was still dressed, kneel down by her and lick the cum off her face. When it was clean, she had to lick the girl's cunt and ass until someone wanted to use her or the girl.
The scene was turning me on so much that I reached for my crotch without thinking too much. I pressed the dildo deeper into my pussy. John gave me a stern look. I know what I was doing did not please him so I took my hand away. I wondered if he would tell Kathy and let her punish me. Well, that was for the future.
A woman master came into the room towing another woman. I recognized the slave immediately as a high fashion model. She was more beautiful than she appeared on the covers of magazines except now she seemed very subdued.
The men stopped playing with their slaves long enough to see what was going to happen. The model was made to strip. Everyone watched her.
She unhooked the top of her dress exposing her small but well formed breasts. They were so lovely that I wanted to touch them. It was the first time that I ever had the desire to touch a woman.
When the back zipper was pulled down, her lower stomach was revealed. It had just a little curve and not the slightest blemish. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of the dress and touched it down over her slender hips. My eyes were glued to her crotch which was covered by a pair of thin brief panties. The old fashioned garter belt she wore was black as were the panties. The dress fell to the floor. I scanned the small area between the tops of her dark stockings and her panties. I was getting hot watching her. There probably wasn't a soft cock in the house.
I held John's arm as the girl bent to unhook her stockings. She pushed the stockings down her legs very slowly. She was not allowed to bend her legs while she was dong it. Her long legs were accentuated. I wanted to see her from the back and as if on cue, she turned just enough for me to see her panties stretched over her ass and snuggled against her cunt.
She removed her high heeled shoes to take off the stockings then she put the shoes back on.
She removed the garter belt and let it fall to the floor. She remained there for a few moments giving us a chance to look at her. She was delicious. I would have licked every inch of her body if John had told me.
There was a gasp from someone as the gorgeous woman put her thumbs inside her panties and ever so slowly pushed them down her legs. Once more she bent double, exposing her ass and cunt. My eyes bored into that area and I saw that not only was she clean shaven, but there were rings on her cunt lips.
Her mistress handed her a large dildo. The woman took it with reluctance. Tears fell from her eyes as she bent over and spread her legs. She reached under and placed the head of it at her asshole. The mistress waited patiently while the model slowly pushed the dildo into her asshole. She didn't stop until only the safety flange was visible.
She was then told to get on her knees and greet her guests. She crawled to the first man and kissed his dick through his pants and moved on to the woman standing next to him. She kissed the woman's crotch through her dress. The next man had his cock hanging out. She kissed it and took him in her mouth for a second and the moved on. She repeated the process until she had kissed every one, either through their clothing on directly on their sex. John didn't take his cock out so I did not lift my dress, which didn't make much difference since I was still wearing the crotch strap.
I was bound and determined to make it with her at one time or another. I fell in love just looking at her.
When she was done, she took up a position in the center of the room and spread her arms above her head and spread her legs wide.
The woman dropped her cape to the floor. She was dressed just like I would imagine any dominator would. She had on a leather body suit that was cut very sharply to a Vee between her legs an did not cover the area between her legs. The back was nothing more than a strap between her asscheeks and another holding the top of her leather outfit. Her tits were large and almost naked. I tried to see her nipples but the leather covered them.
She wore long black boots and gloves also made of leather. She held a mean looking whip in her hand. The girl followed her with her eyes but dared not move her head. The poor girl was breathing deeply, knowing that she was about to be whipped. She seemed unconcerned by the people watching her. I tried to catch her eye but she was too busy following the whip which had not yet landed.
The woman attached a collar to the girl. It had long spikes that pointed up and out. When it was pulled snug, the girl had to keep her head up if she didn't want to be struck by them. "That will keep you from watching. Sometimes you are too nosey for your own good."
The woman stepped back and lashed out at the girl's ass. She gasped but made no other sound. The whip struck her ass five more times, leaving red welts each time, but the girl never moved other than a small flinch each time the whip struck.
The woman moved to the side and struck the girl's tits. She was crying but still kept her position. The whip worked its way down the front of the flawless body leaving marks of the whip and in a couple of places tiny drops of blood.
The woman moved once and directed the whip up between the girl's legs. The first blow left the cunt lips red. The girl moaned and with each blow, humped her hips forward. It was a move that I had made many times to get a cock deeper inside or when a nerve was touched in pleasure. The girl was enjoying the blows on her cunt and after the third one, she was humping her hips like she had a lover between them. When the fifth blow struck, I saw her tense every muscle and sob. She was in the center of an orgasm. The woman stopped so as not to distract us from watching the girl in one of her most intimate moments. It was over much too quickly to suit me. Although the girl suffered it was one of the most forceful sex scenes that I had ever witnessed.
When it was over, the woman attached the girl's wrists in cuffs to hold them spread out just as she was. She then walked around the room inspecting the slaves who had been watching.
A couple of men made quick use of the girl hanging upside down. The scene was too much for them so they needed quick release. The girl willingly sucked off every one of them who wanted her. I was angry that they didn't let me suck them.
The woman stopped in front of me and told me to remove my dress. It quickly fell to the floor.
"Take that thing off," she told me referring to my crotch strap. I unbuckled it and pulled the dildos out and let it drop on top of my dress. I didn't bother taking off the belt around my waist.
She played with my tits, paying a lot of attention to my nipples. They grew hard and my cunt grew wet. She stuck two fingers inside of me. The juices made a lot of noise as she wiggled her fingers around inside there. I opened my legs and pushed my hips forward. She had me on the verge of another cum before she stopped.
"Do you mind if I borrow her for awhile, John?"
"Not at all. You can do anything you want to her. We have only a few minor restrictions which we impose but you do not go into areas so you can have her."
I did not think about being a paid slave. I was more interested in having the ache between my legs eased. I wanted a cum in the worst sort of way. I was glad that she wanted to use me, no matter what.
She made me turn around while she put my arms in a single glove and laced them up in back. She pulled the laces until my elbows were touching and my tits were sticking well out and defenseless. There was a short piece of leather at the end of the glove which came up between my legs and attached to the front of the belt. She pulled it too tight and the leather felt like it was cutting my asshole.
She put cuffs around my ankles and attached a foot long chain between them, allowing me to take short steps.
"Let's see if you are as brave as Alexis." With that she stepped back and struck me across my tits.
I gasped for air like I had been under water for five minutes. The pain raced through me, touching every nerve in my body. I looked at my tits to see a deep red mark running across them.
"Hold your head up," I was told and once more the whip struck me. I did not cry out but I could not hold back my tears. The pain was horrible.
"Not bad. But you have a lot to learn. I would like to have you for about a month to train you properly. Maybe I ask them to let me have you. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mistress." I knew better than to deny her advances. She appeared to be a woman who could make life miserable for a slave.
"I want you to lick Alexis from head to toe. I don't want you to miss one little spot and I want you to spend a lot of time on her holes. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I tried to hold back any signs of joy. I didn't want her to know that I wanted to do just that because she would probably not let me out of meanness.
"Get to it." I walked to her, almost tripping over the short chain holding my ankles.
I started at her face, kissing her eyes and sticking my tongue in her ears. I licked away the dried tears and stuck my tongue in her open mouth. Our tongues met like we were old lovers. I was sorry that my arms were bound because I wanted to hold her in the worst way. I kissed her mouth as long as I dared before working my way down her neck to try to remove the marks that had been left there by the collar. I moved down to her tits and sucked her nipples. She enjoyed it so much that she let out a little moan and pushed her tit hard against my mouth. I moved to the other, not really wanting to leave the tender morsel but I was anxious to get down to her bare cunt.
My tongue trailed down her stomach pass her crotch and down her leg to her foot. She kicked off her shoe so I could lick her toes. I sucked them and licked between them. It was comical the way she wiggled them around. I waited until she was still and teased her once more by licking the same spot. The toes wiggled. It was nothing really, but we had a secret game. It seemed to bring us closer together. I kissed the other leg and kept my tongue out as I moved from her crotch to her ankle. I waited until she kicked off the other shoe. She put her foot up, with only her heel touching the floor. I took her toes into my mouth and licked them. That foot was just as ticklish. We played our game until it was time to move to that delicious spot, but first, I went up to her mouth again. Our kiss was as passionate as any two lovers.
I moved around back and licked her back and down one leg and up the other. Now I had licked every welt and had left the best parts to last.
My tongue began on her ass. I spent much time between the cheeks and at the base. She spread her legs wider and bent forward as much as her bonds allowed.
Finally my tongue was at her back hole. I touched it gently. She moaned. I forced my tongue inside, doing something that I never dreamed that I would ever like to do.
She responded by pushing back and panting. She loved it and I loved doing it to her. I had never had my ass licked. I wondered what it was like.
There was one more hole to go, the best one. I crawled under her and began to work on her clit. I sucked on each of the eight rings that were on her lips. When my tongue finally went into her pussy, she somehow got lower onto my face. I put my tongue in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. She began to rock back and forth so fast that I had difficulty keeping up with it.
When she cried out, I kept my tongue inside to let her have something to grip which every woman needs. I felt her muscles opening and closing against my tongue. I tasted her juices and licked her clean. When her orgasm was completely over, I stopped. My jaw was sore from holding my tongue out so long. I didn't realize it but I had tongued her for almost two hours. I loved it so much that time didn't matter.
I rested my head against the floor, looking up into her open hole. "This is the picture of you that should be on a cover."
"Ssssssh. Don't talk. You'll be whipped." Her comment made me remember the throbbing pain on my tits. They still hurt but not nearly so much.
The dildo that had been in her ass was next to my head on the floor. I picked it up with my teeth and worked it around until I had a couple of inches of it in my mouth. I moved up a bit so Alexis could look down and see it. I was telling her that I didn't mind licking her ass. She looked at me and ran her tongue over her lips. Unfortunately, John and the woman saw us making signals.
Alexis was taken down and we were taken to a very small room. It was almost void of furniture. There was only a small narrow bench which had chains connected to rings that had been set in the floor.
Alexis had to kneel on the floor while the woman and John attached me to the bench. My arms were released from the glove and pulled up over my head and down in back to be attached to the base of the bench. They put a wide strap around my neck and another around my waist holding me fast to the hard wooden surface. My legs were pulled up toward my chest but well out to the sides. A strap went around my left thigh, under the bench to my right thigh and under the bench again where it was buckled.
John held my legs down while she buckled them. My ass was sticking up in the air. I felt more open and displayed than I had ever before in my life. My cunt and asshole were totally vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to them.
The woman stood between my legs. She brought the whip down hard between my legs and directly against my pussy. Even my ass suffered. I screamed, never having felt such pain before. The whip landed four more times. There was nothing but pain.
John stood near my head and sprayed my nose with a cold fluid. The woman took a long needle and punctured it. The pain between my legs was so great that I hardly paid any attention to what they were doing to my nose. I watched like a spectator while a ring was inserted in the hole.
Alexis was made to straddle my face. Her hands were tied together and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Her ankles were chained to rings in the floor. Then the woman pulled on the cunt rings, forcing Alexis lower and lower until her cunt was almost touching my lips. She connected two of the rings to the one in my nose. It left Alexis in a half standing, half sitting position.
Then the woman brought out two large dildos.
"Oh please Mistress. Not those. They're much too big. They hurt so much. Please not those."
"Keep your mouth shut you cunt. I'll do whatever I want to you."
I saw her fingers separate Alexis' asscheeks and watched her force the huge dildo against the anus. She shoved as hard as she could. I watched the hole open and the dildo disappear inside. A strap held it in place. Poor Alexis was suffering. The hole was really stretched.
Then I felt her pressing the other against my asshole. I knew what Alexis was suffering. It wasn't in more than two inches when I felt the pain. I cried and tried to turn my head, but the rings stopped me from moving. When I tried to wet my lips, my tongue touched her pussy. I tried to think of nothing else other than the easy access I had to her beautiful cunt.
After they had the thing up my ass as far as it would go, they left us alone.
"Can we talk now?" I asked her.
"I can't see why not. There's nothing else they can do to us to make us suffer."
"There is one thing that would make it hard for me," I told her.
"Yes, I know, put us in separate rooms."
"Do you mind if I lick you again?"
"If you don't I'll scream."
I began to stick my tongue in her hole. I couldn't lick too far because the rings restricted my movements, but I used my tongue as a cock and before long she had another cum.
"You can do that all night if you want."
"I wish I could but my jaw really aches."
"I hope it doesn't hurt as much as that thing sticking in me. How does yours feel?"
"Like I'm stopped up. That whole area hurts from the damn whip of hers. Am I cut down there?"
"A little bit. I wish I could kiss it for you. I owe you a couple don't I?"
"Yes, and I can't wait to have you do it to me. I never thought that I would like to make it with a woman but with you, I can't get enough."
"You probably will hate me before the night is over."
"No way. I hurt like hell but I love being under you like this."
"It gets much worse as time goes on. The pain starts in my back and legs and I try to move a little. Then I start pulling on your nose. I can hold myself up a little by my wrists but that doesn't stop the pain. I will start to ease myself down onto your face but that hurts both of us. There is too much weight on your teeth and your teeth dig into my cunt. Then later, I will have to relieve myself. She made me drink two quarts of water before we left. Your mouth is just in the right place to take the full measure."
I had not thought of that but it didn't seem to make much difference. There was nothing either one of us could do about it.
"Don't worry. I understand. Some day our rolls may be reversed."
The ring in my nose began to throb. It hurt to talk so I asked her to tell me about herself. It was an interesting story how her mistress was at one time her agent and had owned a modeling agency. When she found out that she could control Alexis, she sold her business and had Alexis move in with her. Alexis made a lot of money but her mistress never took a cent of it. She demanded only obedience from her. She got started one day when she told Alexis to pose for some pictures. She said she was too afraid to say no when she was told to take off her panties and pose with her hands framing her cunt.
From then on, she did everything the woman told her and she liked doing it. During the seasons, she was never whipped but she did have to lick the woman just about every day. Since the woman was bisexual she was made to watch when she made love to a man. Then one day they found this place and they have been coming here ever since.
"But you know, I have never enjoyed it as much as I have with you." She made me feel very happy.
"I'm glad she picked me."
"She didn't. I did. We have signals and I pointed you out as the one I wanted." She made me so happy that I stuck my tongue in her cunt.
"Oh, you keep doing that and I'll cum again."
It didn't take long before her cunt grabbed my tongue. She tasted so sweet.
I almost fell asleep a couple of times but the ring always pulled my nose and made me full alert. Poor Alexis was having a horrible time. I found out a few months later just how bad it was.
She told me that she could no longer hold back. I knew what she meant.
"Its okay."
The fluid was warm as it splattered against my face. I didn't mind, but I never felt more like a slave. I didn't think about being paid. My mouth opened to receive the last few drops. I had an orgasm that seemed to last forever.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be. I love you."
The position we were in made us ache all over, but I couldn't think of a place that I would rather be.
The following morning, the woman released us. We could hardly stand. It took a long time before we could move without anything hurting us. The greatest pleasure on earth was having the dildo removed from my ass.
She gave us three hours to rest and to clean up. We had a room with a nice large bed to ourselves. We fell into a deep sleep, very contented in each other's arms.
All too quickly we were awakened and made to fix ourselves up. We had taken one shower before sleeping but we hopped back in for another. Alexis showed me how to apply make-up and how to fix my hair. She made me look like a different woman.
We went downstairs, still naked, but I felt like a queen. They had lunch on the table for us. We chatted and ate like we were the oldest of friends. I felt a touch of sorrow when I realized that it would not last. When she saw my tears, she knew what I was thinking. She began to cry also. We hugged and kissed, promising that we would meet again no matter what.
"Well, well, well! Isn't this a nice cozy scene! I suppose you two are in love, huh?"
Neither of us answered her but stood still like two little girls who had been naughty.
The women called John into the room and asked him if she could have me for a month.
"I think it can be arranged, but I know that they will want some tapes of whatever you have in store for her."
"That will be easy enough. Can I take her now?"
"Let me make a couple of calls first."
While he was gone, we had to stand with our hands behind our backs. If Alexis were anything like me, she was praying that I would be allowed to go with her. My cunt as wet just thinking about having a full month of eating that beautiful cunt.
John came back carrying my dress. He told her that I could stay until they called her.
I slipped on the dress and waited. A slave makes no move without an order from her mistress. She cuffed my thumbs together in back of me.
"That's a very nice dream. Where did you get it for her?"
"I didn't. She made it herself."
"What a combination! A model and a dressmaker. I couldn't think of two nicer slaves to have. Its too bad they will spend so much of their time in bonds, very strict and painful bonds, I might add."
"A couple of my partners liked the idea of rings so you may think about it for Jane."
"A lovely idea. I may do just that," the woman said as she cuffed Alexis' thumbs and tied a cape around her shoulders.
We were taken away in a large automobile. The woman sat between us and opened Alexis' cape, exposing her thighs up to her crotch. When she turned to me, I raised off the seat until she had the dress over my hips. I was anxious to get where we were going. My cunt was in such an excited state that I knew the seat was wet with my juices. The man driving the car didn't pay one bit of attention to us.
The moment we arrived at her house which was well out of the city and hidden by large scrubs, we were stripped of her garments. It felt like a natural state after awhile.
"Now you two sluts are going to learn the meaning of obedience. On your knees."
I knelt down and looked at Alexis. Her legs were open and pointed outward. She was neither sitting nor kneeling straight. Her spine was straight and her head bowed. I followed her lead. It was a very difficult position to maintain but more than anything, it made me feel very submissive. Even though my pussy was under me, I felt open an vulnerable.
"Well, its good to see that you learn quickly. You will save a lot of your skin."
She watched us for a few minutes which seemed like hours. I didn't know how long I could hold on.
"Alexis, get under her." Alexis crawled under me. Her face under my cunt and only inches away. I was elated, thinking that she would have her lick me, but instead, she had to remain unmoving leaving me in a very distressed state. I wanted her tongue in the worst way and being so close it took a lot of courage to keep from sitting lower. The thought of her whip and the pain that it caused, kept me from using her mouth.
She sat in a chair in front of us and watched without saying a word. Soon the ache in my muscles grew intense. Everything seemed to hurt. I began to cry but I knew that it was forbidden to talk.
"You may stand now." Alexis didn't have any trouble but I fell before I could get to my feet. She only laughed at me and told me that I was in very poor condition for someone so young.
"I have some things to do so I must leave you two alone for awhile. But to keep you from doing things I don't want, I'll have to tie you. Come along with me."
We followed her down into a large basement that was adorned with everything a dominating woman needed to keep her slaves in place.
She placed us back and attached a chain to my thumb cuffs which she threaded through a ring in the ceiling and pulled.
My arms went up in back until I was well bent. She raised Alexis' arms and attached the other end of the chain to her cuffs. She moved us apart long enough to shove a large double dildo into our asses. Then we had to back up until our asses were pressed flat against each other. Fortunately, the fake cock was not as large as the ones we had to suffer the previous night. This one was at least bearable. She then tied our thighs and ankles together. Our legs were so close together that they were almost one. It made standing very difficult.
I didn't think about how my tits were hanging down so helpless like until she struck me across them with a short whip. It was unexpected so I screamed. She struck again. I began to cry once more.
"My you are a baby. Alexis won't cry when I strike her." I heard the whip whistle through the air. I felt her back into me. The whip struck once more. Thankfully that was all, but she had one more thing to do.
She placed a metal stand near my face. A rod was point up out of it. It was shaped like a large cock with the head cut off. She made me open my mouth and take it inside. Then I had to stick my tongue inside of it as far as I could. I felt a clamp grab my tongue. I tried to pull it away but I couldn't.
After she had done the same thing to Alexis, she told us that she didn't want us to go away or to talk to each other. There was no way we could move much less get free. The clamps on our tongues certainly prevented any conversation.
I was really in misery. Perspiration was pouring into the open cuts on my tits and driving me crazy. If I had not been bound to Alexis, I would have really felt alone and abandoned.
Some time later, the mistress came back. She removed the clamps and gave me a drink of water. I wanted more but she took the straw away.
She tied string around our hair and pulled our heads back slightly. This position was even worse. I watched as she pulled a high stool up near my face. Then she put blindfolds on us.
I heard her call to someone and then a lot of noise on the stairs. I sensed rather than heard someone sit on the stool. I felt hair up against my lips. It moved around, pressing against me. It was a wet pussy. It was useless to fight. I began to lick and work my tongue inside of the hole. It was strange licking a cunt without knowing to whom it belonged.
As soon as the first pussy came, another took its place. It was already wet and took little time to give it satisfaction but another and another, one after the other came and pressed against my mouth. I was so sore but I could not stop, knowing that if I did, I would be whipped across my tits. It didn't dawn on me that I was here willingly. I could have objected when she first talked to John but she was so dominating that I felt as though I had no choice.
I lost count of the number of cunts I licked. I didn't know if there were repeats or if they were all different. I wondered if the mistress was among those that I had satisfied.
There was silence for awhile then I heard the mistress moving about. She removed the blindfolds and then our thumbs. She laughed when we almost fell while she was removing the ropes. She finally took out the dildos, but she turned it around and made us suck the end that had been in the other's ass. It was easy after what we had done.