The Interns

Chapter XII----Suckle's Submissiveness Advances

{This chapter dedicated to Julie Les}

Miss Tamala led Suckle up the stairs to the main floor of the house by pulling on the lead chain, fastened to the choker chain around Suckle's neck.

Of course, Suckle was completely naked while Miss Tamala had her orange colored robe style negligee on. As they reached the top of the stairs and Miss Tamala opened the door to lead Suckle through, the odor of food cooking filled the air. Piglet had finished the laundry, carefully folded all the clothes of her Mistresses, being very careful to make sure all the seams of the clothing were aligned perfectly. All clothing that bore the initials of her Mistresses was folded with the initials facing outward and clearly visible.

Piglet then went to the kitchen and found the menu that Miss Tamala customarily left for her with instructions for the evening meal she was expected to prepare for her Mistresses. Tonight Piglet was preparing a rib roast, baked potatoes, fresh green beans, and a fresh mixed salad.

As Miss Tamala led Suckle through the kitchen to the French doors leading to a large oak deck, the delicious odor of the food being prepared by Piglet reminded her that she hadn't eaten since shortly before noon. Neither Piglet nor Suckle had eaten since the morning meal of high carbohydrate power bars and coffee Miss Tamala had provided for their breakfast. The 'power bars' were provided by Miss Tamala as a supplement to keep the energy of her bitches at a high level.

The rampant sexual arousal that Suckle had been experiencing in the basement had subsided somewhat since she wasn't any longer being stimulated by the pulling of her nipples and the fingering of her vagina by Dr. Mary. Suckle's mind was still overflowing with the thoughts of sex but the throbbing she had felt in her pussy a little while ago had dropped off and she wasn't constantly wet. The feeling in her vagina was more like a dormant craving now that was just waiting to be awakened again. Make no mistake about it. Suckle's sexual arousal had just been pushed in the background but it wouldn't take too much to get her 'fire roaring' again.

"Dr. Mary was right as usual," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself. "Walk the bitch around a little and let her 'cool off' while at the same time denying her any type of climax. Miss Tamala knew Dr. Mary was an 'expert' in keeping Suckle's mind 'fertile' for the suggestions and commands she would need to give Suckle during her 'ass respect' training.

When Piglet saw Suckle being led through the kitchen she stared at her. She knew that Suckle was going through her training but she was still a little startled to see the change in her. Suckle almost looked like she came from a different country, or maybe even a different planet the way her hair was 'fixed.' In addition, Miss Tamala had put a thick leather belt around Suckle's waist. This belt was called a 'waist reducer belt' as Suckle would soon learn. It was four inches in diameter and two inches in thickness. The leather belt was adjustable by use of a buckle on the front of the belt. When Miss Tamala had put the 'waist reducer belt' on Suckle, she pulled the adjustable bucket very tight in order to keep Suckle's waist as small as possible. Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala that over a long period of time this would keep a bitch's stomach muscles constrained and with daily exercise it would reduce the bitch's waist to a size of their liking. On the side of the leather belt were cuff-like restraints that Suckle's wrists had also been 'buckled' into.

There were three steel hooks in the front of the belt and four steel hooks on the back of the belt. On one of these hooks, Miss Tamala hung the ivory cane like-stick that she had punished Suckle with earlier. Thus, the 'waist reducer belt' not only served as a 'waist reducer' implement, but also as a sort of 'utility belt' forcing Suckle to carry around with her the very equipment that her Mistresses used to discipline her. This 'belt' had a frightening effect on the person 'locked' into it with whips, canes, ropes, and other disciplining equipment hanging from the hooks. It was even more frightening when that person felt a piece of equipment being taken from one of the hooks knowing full well what was about to happen.

As Suckle was being led outside to 'cool off,' she was told by Miss Tamala to keep her head down and her eyes on the floor. She was not to look anywhere except one inch in front of her feet. Suckle was trying to imagine where the one inch area in front of her feet was so she would be sure she was being obedient to her Mistress.

Dr. Mary had impressed on Miss Tamala the importance of issuing 'precise' orders and directions to Suckle during her training period. This would configure Suckle's mind to listen to very word that came from her Mistress's mouth as though it was the most important sound she could hear. The benefits of this part of Suckle's 'education' would be very valuable when Miss Tamala gave her orders and directions on how to bring her pleasure.

The deck attached to Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala's house was made of highly polished oak wood. Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary liked highly polished wood, not only because of its luxurious appearance but also because it created the atmosphere of a type of castle or temple in which people of 'high stature' would reside. This always gave both beautiful and successful African American women a feeling of superiority and was a source of pride that went along with their beauty and success. On the other hand, it had the opposite effect on Piglet and would soon, on Suckle. One step into these luxurious surroundings would reinforce the sense of inferiority that someone with a submissive personality would experience, especially in the presence of these two beautiful dominant women.

Miss Tamala had led Suckle by her chain and both wrists locked on the sides of the waist reducer belt strapped around her waist around the deck a few times. This was another new and embarrassing experience for Suckle since she had never been 'outdoors' completely naked. Although the house itself was pretty well hidden from the main road, cars were visible traveling up and down the road through the sporadic clearings in the trees surrounding the garden. As Suckle was being led through the French doors and saw the cars, she hesitated afraid she would be seen by people from the road. One hard pull of the choker chain around her neck by Miss Tamala and Suckle stepped out 'in public' for the first time as Miss Tamala's bitch.

Miss Tamala loved the look of fear on Suckle's face as she realized that anyone who cared to take a careful look from the road could see her. Of course, Miss Tamala knew the traffic traveling up and down the road moved at a pretty fast pace and it was unlikely that anyone would even be able to observe the deck or the people on the deck for any length of time. Nevertheless, it was exciting for Miss Tamala to see the embarrassed look on Suckle's face and even more exciting to make Suckle obey the pull of the chain as she was being trained to do.

"Piglet," Miss Tamala yelled in through the French doors leading to the kitchen.

"Yes Mistress," Piglet replied as she came to the doors.

"Bring me a glass of ice tea with two slices of lemon," Miss Tamala ordered Piglet.

"Yes Mistress," answered Piglet.

After walking Suckle around the deck a few times, Miss Tamala sat down in a chaise lounge chair with large stuffed pillows. She told Suckle to kneel in front of her with her head down and her eyes looking down at the floor of the deck. Of course Suckle, with the customary acknowledgement of obedience which was becoming natural to her answered, 'Yes Mistress,' and knelt in front of her Mistress as instructed.

Suckle felt Miss Tamala's loafer clad feet come to rest on her shoulders. This was a very uncomfortable position for Suckle to be in with her wrists locked firmly at her waist. She kept her head bowed and experienced the consciousness of obedience flowing through her body and mind. She was being used as a 'foot rest' for her Mistress and it was again causing a stirring feeling in her vagina.

"Why do I feel this way?" Suckle was thinking to herself. "Why does Miss Tamala this affect on me?" Suckle was trying to identify with her submissive nature. The closeness of Miss Tamala ankles to her face left Suckle with a sense of gratification that she didn't understand. Yet she couldn't deny the feeling of sexuality she felt. In fact, she felt so excited just by the contact she was having with Miss Tamala that she wished she could turn her head and kiss or lick Miss Tamala's ankles and feet.

"Your tea Mistress," Piglet announced to Miss Tamala as she reappeared on the deck. Suckle had to walk over to the side of the chaise lounge to hand her Mistress the tea she had ordered since Suckle was being used as a 'foot rest' in front of Miss Tamala. Even Piglet could feel a stirring in her vagina while observing her beautiful Mistress, sitting relaxed in the chaise lounge with her bronze brown, loafer clad feet, resting on Suckle's white shoulders.

The 'excited' look on Piglet's face wasn't lost to Miss Tamala. She knew Piglet had become an almost 'insatiable' whore under her and Miss Mary's tutelage and with one snap of her fingers Piglet would gladly bury her face in her pussy and suck with enthusiasm to bring her Mistress to a climax. But Miss Tamala had to 'tend to' Suckle right now. Piglet would just have to wait until later to taste her Mistress.

Piglet was trained to serve Miss Tamala's tea on a 'bamboo serving tray' that Miss Mary had bought on one of her trips to Africa. There was always a straw, napkin and extra lemon wedges in a small wooden bowl on the tray. Piglet would bend, waist level, until Miss Tamala would take her glass of tea. She would then wait until Miss Tamala took her first sip of tea, pick up the napkin and, in a very sincere and caring manner, pat Miss Tamala's beautiful full lips of any moisture from the tea that might remain there.

Piglet would feel a flash of excitement go through her submissive body wherever she had the 'privilege' of serving her Mistress in this way. Today, it was especially thrilling to Piglet to observe her Mistress with her 'sister whore,' Suckle.

"Go back and finish preparing dinner," Miss Tamala ordered Piglet.

"Yes Mistress Tamala," answered Piglet as she disappeared from the deck.

Since Suckle had been ordered to keep her eyes on the deck in front of her in her kneeling position, she couldn't observe the interchange between Miss Tamala and Piglet. However, out of her peripheral vision she could see Piglet's bare feet and heard Piglet's voice as she obediently served Miss Tamala. It gave Suckle a very uncomfortable feeling somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach as she realized that she might end up in the same position as Piglet.

Suckle's mind was working overtime now. The combination of having her wrists in the cuffs, strapped to the sides of her body, and the tightness of the belt buckled around her waist made her become conscious of just how helpless she was. Suckle had never had her hands completely immobilized before and she felt an eerie frightening feeling of being unable to protect herself if the need should arise. Her tongue was still a little sore from the piercing Dr. Mary had done there. The pain from the blows of the ivory cane on her back had subsided somewhat but it still hurt enough to remind her of what had happened to her. "What's going to happen to me," Suckle was thinking to herself. "I can't move my hands. I am naked outside of the house. No one knows where I am. What if Mistress decides to kill me," The thoughts flashing through Suckle's mind were building up into a severe foreboding fear. Suckle began to tremble and tears were filling her eyes and dripping to the deck.

Miss Tamala looked down at her new obedient bitch. She was recollecting the last few days. She still was finding it hard to believe that Suckle had been so easy to take this far. She thought back on how she and Dr. Mary had led Piglet into her new life of servitude. "Maybe we are going too fast with Suckle," she was thinking to herself. "I don't want to lose her now. Damn it, she has a good mouth and tongue and she is going to be fun when she really learns how to bring me slow long orgasms," she continued thinking to herself. Then she remembered what Dr. Mary had said to her in a discussion about Suckle when they were alone.

"Suckle," Dr. Mary had told her after seeing Suckle in action, "is a really hot bitch with a libido that won't stop. She has the strongest submissive biological urges I have ever seen in a woman. All we have to do is implant the ideas in her mind and give her the freedom to act out her submissiveness and she will never want to go back to what she considered a 'normal' life before. She was born with these latent desires to be dominated by someone with a strong personality. All we are doing is making her realize a dream that was always in her mind but lay dormant just waiting for someone like us to awaken her fantasy and bring it to reality."

Miss Tamala was satisfied that Dr. Mary's explanation made sense. "Anyway," she thought, "Dr. Mary is the expert." Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary knew long ago they were multi-orgasmic. They simply loved sex. When they coupled sex with domination it was like lighting a fuse on a thousand firecrackers. Miss Tamala told Dr. Mary she was sure she could have a dozen orgasms a day and Dr. Mary promised her one day she would make her prove it.

Miss Tamala felt Suckle begin to tremble underneath her feet. When she looked down at Suckle, she saw the tears coming from her eyes and dripping on the deck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you now," she yelled at Suckle.

There was no reply from Suckle.

Miss Tamala lifted her right foot from Suckle's shoulder and let her loafer slip off and drop to the deck. She then put her bare foot under Suckle's chin and moved Suckle's head upward. "Look at me," she ordered Suckle.

Again there wasn't a reply from Suckle but her head did rise up and was facing Miss Tamala. Suckle kept her eyes closed and tears were still flowing down her face cheeks, the tears dripping slowly down to the deck.

Miss Tamala was getting angry with Suckle's lack of a reply to her questions and orders. She knew this called for punishment but Suckle was trembling more than she had ever seen her up to this point so she decided to delay any discipline for the time being.

"You're crying again. "Maybe I should have named you 'cry baby' instead of 'Suckle," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a somewhat softer tone of voice. Miss Tamala pushed down on Suckle's lower lip with her big toe. "Cat got your tongue stupid," Miss Tamala said. "Open your eyes and look at me," she continued in a now louder more demanding voice.

Suckle didn't reply but she did open her tear filled eyes looking directly at the very beautiful face of Miss Tamala.

"Now, when I ask you a question you better answer or you're heading for a severe punishment. You know I warned you about making me repeat myself. Even a jackass would understand that. Are you even dumber than a jackass?" Miss Tamala kept up the verbal pressure on Suckle.

"I ... I ... Suckle is afraid," Suckle replied, remembering to refer to herself in the third person as she had been taught.

Miss Tamala raised her bare foot six inches above Suckle's head and with a audible 'thud' she brought the heel of her foot down on Suckle's face cheek just below her right eye. The blow knocked Suckle to the floor directly in front of Miss Tamala.

"Ow, ow, oowww," Suckle involuntarily cried reacting to the pain from the blow. It was another unexpected surprise for Suckle. The earlier soft sobs became much louder. Suckle's face stung and even felt numb for a moment. She thought for sure her face would be swollen.

Miss Tamala reached down and pulled Suckle back up to her knees by the woven tube on top of her head. Suckle was still crying loudly.

"Is that the way you were taught to answer your Mistress," she yelled at Suckle. "Don't you ever disrespect Mistress again by not addressing me in the way I deserve to be addressed," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle.

"Suckle is sorry Mistress, Suckle is sorry ... Suckle is sorry," Suckle answered repeatedly between sobs deadly afraid of being kicked by Miss Tamala's heel again.

"Now explain to Mistress what you're afraid of Suckle?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle.

"I ... Suckle doesn't know what is going to happen to her," Suckle answered in a very low voice ... "I ... Suckle means Mistress," Suckle was trying to correct herself, still frightened that she might be kicked again.

Miss Tamala sensed that Suckle was struggling to understand her submissive nature and her sexual orientation. She was confident that Suckle was so docile and easily managed that she would never want to leave her especially after participating in sexual acts in a way she had never experienced before. She decided to make use of Suckle's thought processes to reinforce her submissiveness.

"Does Suckle want to go home?" asked Miss Tamala in a very soft voice. "Does my little stupid Suckle want to go back to being that boring and unpretentious Lynn Langley?"

"Suckle doesn't know Mistress," answered the sobbing Suckle in a meek unsure voice.

Miss Tamala reached down and took Suckle's face in both of her hands, rubbing her thumbs softly in corners of Suckle's eyes in outward motion in an effort to dry her tears. To Suckle it seemed like an 'act of kindness,' as though Miss Tamala felt remorseful for being required to inflict punishment on her once again. This mixture of 'punishment' followed by 'kindness' served to confuse Suckle's thought processes even more as Suckle struggled to understand her emotions. "It's my fault," Suckle was thinking to herself, "Mistress had to punish me because I was bad." Then as Miss Tamala continued holding Suckle's head, her thumbs softly rubbing her eyes and face cheeks, she heard Miss Tamala's voice begin to speak again.

"Let me tell you right now," Miss Tamala said in a soft voice as though she was telling Suckle something that was very important. "You are free to leave here at any time you want to. But Suckle must understand that once you leave your Mistress, you will never be able to come back. Do you understand?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle while looking straight into her eyes.

Miss Tamala stopped rubbing Suckle's eyes and face and sat back in the chaise lounge waiting for Suckle's reply. She let her negligee slip open to give Suckle a good view of her upper legs and thighs.

Suckle knelt there in silence looking up at Miss Tamala ... looking up the beautiful brown legs, up to the muscular thighs, and up a little further to the mass of jet black ringlets of Miss Tamala's pubic hair that seemed to be peeking at her. The words 'free to leave' ... 'never come back' ... were going through Suckle's mind over and over again. It felt so 'natural' for Suckle to be on her knees looking up at this beautiful mature woman ... and it made her feel good in a way she didn't understand.

Miss Tamala let Suckle struggle with her thoughts for a while. She knew Suckle was looking at her legs, her thighs and into the darkness surrounding her vagina. Then she decided it was time to 'assist' Suckle's thinking by embedding more suggestions in her mind. She knew Suckle reacted best when she was stimulated sexually. She had just witnessed Suckle's shameless interchange with Dr. Mary while taking pictures.

Miss Tamala bend over and started pulling Suckle's nipples very softly. "Does my bitch Suckle want me to pack her clothes and send her home?" she asked in that sexy tone of voice that always got Suckle's attention.

As soon as Suckle felt the first touch of Miss Tamala hands on her nipples she took a deep breath. "Ohhh, Ohhh ... aahhh ... ahhh ...," the little gasps came from Suckle almost automatically. "Mistress ... Suckle ... Suckle ...doesn't ...." Suckle couldn't finish speaking. The feelings stirring deep within her vagina were betraying her again.

Miss Tamala leaned over a little more ... just close enough for the cleavage of the negligee straining to hold her magnificent breasts to come within a few inches of Suckle's face.

Suckle could smell the sweetness of the lilac perfume that had poured over Miss Tamala's body in the shower and it filled her nostrils to what seemed like an overflowing sensation. She could just get a glimpse of the large dark brown circles surrounding Miss Tamala's nipples that made them seem like little twin peaks on the top of two mountains. Suckle's mouth began to fill with moisture as she salivated remembering sucking on them. She remembered the warmth between the twin mounds when Miss Tamala pulled her head there earlier at her office. She looked at into the face of Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala's hair was drying from the wetness of her earlier shower and it was naturally starting to billow outward from her head, the jet black color glistening in the late evening sun and accenting the beauty of her face ... the richness of her bronze colored skin ... the high cheek bones ... the full lips.

Miss Tamala pulled Suckle's hardened nipples a few more times until she was satisfied that Suckle was involuntarily surrendering to the sexual impulses going through her body. She leaned back in the chaise lounge pushing her hips outward and spreading her legs until Suckle's head was just above her knees and in between her lower thighs.

Suckle's nostrils immediately picked the scent that her mind automatically associated with sex. Mixed in with the smell of lilac was a light musk ... the scent she was now familiar with, coming from behind the curly jet black ringlets of Miss Tamala's pussy. Suckle sexual urges were overriding any other thoughts that had been going through her mind ... and Miss Tamala knew it!

Miss Tamala smiled at Suckle. She leaned over and grabbed Suckle's chin in the palm of her hand and squeezed very hard. Her face was only two inches from Suckle's face. Suckle looked up into Miss Tamala's dominant eyes. "You little fucking slut," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a low methodical tone of voice, "I know what you are. You're a white slut, a weakling. I knew from the first time I laid eyes on you that you were a dumb bitch. Where do you think you would ever find someone like me or Dr. Mary that would put up with your unintelligent and stupid mind not to mention taking the time to satisfy your unnatural sexual cravings?" Miss Tamala continued lecturing Suckle. Miss Tamala put an emphasis on the words 'unnatural sexual cravings' to make Suckle think she was a pervert of some kind. By embedding this thought in Suckle's mind, not only would it increase Suckle's inferiority complex but it would make Suckle think that as a 'pervert' she would have no where else to go and no one else would want her.

Making Suckle think of herself as a 'perverted person' would increase her trust in Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary, who she would think were the only two persons who understood her true character and who would let her live out her immoral desires.

Miss Tamala let go of Suckle's chin and stood up. She pulled on Suckle lead chain very hard and made the collar bite deeply into Suckle's neck. "Get up," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. "Dr. Mary is waiting for us."

Any doubt that was running through Suckle's mind was over now. She knew she could never even think about leaving her Mistress. As she followed Miss Tamala back through the French doors into the house, being led by the chain attached to the collar around her neck she suddenly felt free of any doubt about what she was becoming. "I am Suckle the whore," she was thinking to herself. "I belong to Mistress Tamala." The more Suckle thought in this manner the more excited she became, especially walking behind and looking at the sensual figure of Miss Tamala in front of her.

By the time Miss Tamala had led Suckle back down to the basement Suckle's pussy was beginning to moisten up again. As soon as she saw Dr. Mary walking toward her she thought about the large rubber dildo Dr. Mary had inserted in her pussy and the sexual exhilaration she felt from it.

"Well the dumb fucker is back," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she held up the pictures she had just finished running through the printer. "Look at your 'happy picture' she said to Suckle showing her the large eight by ten picture of Suckle holding up the sigh that said 'I am a pussy eater and an ass licker' in front of herself with a big lustful smile on her face. Dr. Mary reached down and rubbed her finger back and forth across Suckle's pussy lips as she was talking to her.

Immediately Suckle responded to Dr. Mary's expert rubbing on her pussy. Dr. Mary seemed to know just where to touch and how to touch Suckle. She got a smile on her face as she looked at herself in the picture. She felt sinful and wicked. She indeed felt like a pervert, just as Miss Tamala told her she was ... and it made her feel good and excited.

While Dr. Mary was talking and manipulating Suckle's body and mind, Miss Tamala had removed Suckle's collar, freed her wrists and unloosened the waist reducer belt. Suckle was completely naked again and felt a little more at ease, especially since her hands were free. Miss Tamala stepped back to watch Dr. Mary 'go to work' on Suckle sensing the exciting imminence of sexual activity 'in the air.'

"Do you know the little slut in the picture," Dr. Mary asked Suckle in that high pitched motherly tone of voice.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," answered Suckle again responding in a little girl tone of voice following the lead of, and responding to Dr. Mary.

"Tell Mistress Tamala who's in the happy picture," Dr. Mary asked Suckle making Suckle, once again, acknowledge and degrade herself.

Suckle was involuntarily getting caught up in the 'acknowledgment' trap once again. Suckle looked at Miss Tamala and with a smile on her face she said: "It's me Mistress Tamala, its Suckle the whore."

Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary chuckled at Suckle. They knew Suckle was getting turned on. When Suckle got into this 'state of mind' she was just about ready for anything.

"Good girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle patting her lightly on the head. "Doesn't Suckle look like an ugly idiot?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle, continuing to work on Suckle's thought processes.

Like a little girl getting a lollipop, Suckle was thrilled with the 'good girl' she got from Dr. Mary. "Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered and then added "Suckle IS an ugly idiot." Suckle volunteered the last phase hoping for another 'good girl' from Dr. Mary and another pat on the head ... and she got it!

Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary chuckled even louder and longer at Suckle's apparent enjoyment at humiliating and debasing herself in front of these two beautiful, strong and confident African American women.

"Good girl, good girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle, again patting her lightly on the head. "Now come over here. I have a special stool for you to sit on," Dr. Mary continued, taking Suckle by the arm and leading her to another place in the basement. Of course, Miss Tamala followed them.

The 'special stool' sat in a space by itself. It was twenty-four inches in length and 6 inches in width. On the bar-like stool was a large black rubber dildo with numerous little points, an inch long, sticking out and completely encircling it. Almost directly in back of that dildo was another dildo, much narrower and not quite as long. This dildo also had little points encircling it but the points were only a quarter inch long.

Suckle wasn't quite sure what 'special stool' was going to be used for, but the feeling in her vagina ... the pulsating she felt, indicated to her, at least in her mind, that it was going to be used on her. When Dr. Mary saw Suckle looking at the bar-like stool, she began to fondle Suckle's breasts again, squeezing the globes and then letting her fingers work up to Suckle's nipples, squeezing and pulling on them too. Suckle's breath quickened almost immediately letting out the now familiar little gasps of involuntary bliss.

Dr. Mary heard the little sounds coming from Suckle's mouth. "Yes, yes," she thought to herself, "this bitch is getting close to the point of no return."

Ok Suckle, you dirty little bastard," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in the proverbial words she used to demean Suckle. "Straddle your legs over the stool and lower your self down slowly."

Suckle didn't even hesitate for a moment. She did as she was instructed under the watchful eyes of both of her trainers.

"Stop," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle just as the both dildos were a few inches from her vagina and ass. "Let me take this thing out of your hair. You're ugly enough without it," Dr. Mary said to Suckle laughing at her as she continued humiliating her stimulating her submissive orientation.

Miss Tamala was observing closely. She felt the moisture building up inside of her pussy too. She didn't know what made her 'hotter' ... Dr. Mary controlling Suckle or the sight of Suckle being so completely dominated and lowering herself over these exact replicas of male penises. Miss Tamala also knew Dr. Mary must be 'boiling over' by now because she knew her well enough to know she thoroughly enjoyed this type of activity.

Suckle held this uncomfortable position, her knees half way bent down while Dr. Mary removed the woven tube from her hair. Suckle's hair was so greasy from the Vaseline that it only took a minute for the tube to be removed. Dr. Mary then took a comb and pulled Suckle's greasy hair back in one bunch and tied it with a piece of braided white rope that had three little bells attached to it an inch apart. She then rubbed the Vaseline that remained on her hands from Suckle's hair on both the 'front dildo' and the 'rear dildo.' Dr. Mary knelt down beside the stool and took the front dildo and the rear dildo in each of her hands.

"Ok slut," Dr. Mary said to Suckle, "lower yourself down until I tell you to stop."

Suckle obeyed and felt the beginnings of the double penetration of both dildos as Dr. Mary guided them to their targets ... one in her vagina and the other in the posterior opening of the alimentary canal.

As soon as Suckle got an inch of both dildos inside of her she stopped. She had a sensation of feeling 'stuffed.' The dildo in her vagina caused a sort of pleasant sensation which she had become familiar with earlier but the dildo piercing her 'rosebud' was causing a new feeling to surge through Suckle's body that she hadn't experience to this extent before.

When Dr. Mary was satisfied that there was enough penetration in both of Suckle's openings that it didn't require any more of the guidance from her hands, she got up from her kneeling position and walked in front of the 'squatting' Suckle.

"Whack," the sound of Dr. Mary slapping Suckle's face broke the silence in the basement. "You dumb bastard," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle, "did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry ... Suckle is sorry Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied. "I ... Suckle ... the ... ah ... my ... my ass felt ... it hurt ... it ..." Suckle was trying to justify what she suddenly realized was disobedience.

"Give me your hands," Dr. Mary told Suckle in a very stern voice. "Excuses are not tolerated in this house. Excuses are just another form of disobedience," Dr. Mary was lecturing Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle answered in a low voice. "Suckle understands Madame ... Suckle understands," Suckle added on her own trying to ward off another slap in the face by placating Dr. Mary.

Miss Tamala had a large smile on her face. "It's astonishing to see how Suckle is getting to the point where she will to go any extreme to avoid punishment ... even to the point of begging," she was thinking to herself.

Suckle held her arms straight out and Dr. Mary took her smallish white hands in her beautiful dark hands. "Lower yourself until you are completely impaled on my toys," Dr. Mary directed Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," answered Suckle. The word 'impaled' scared Suckle but she wasn't about to disobey Dr. Mary again. Suckle lowered herself slowing feeling more and more of the dildos filling her both openings. As the last of the dildos disappeared between Suckle's ass cheeks and legs she closed her eyes. Now she felt really 'stuffed,' almost as though her pussy and asshole were one and the same.

Dr. Mary left go of Suckle's hands, bent down and picked up a little control box that had wires attached to it. The wires ran down under the bar-like stool, something Suckle hadn't noticed before.

"Look at me Suckle. I want to see if I can make you make a 'happy face," Dr. Mary said to Suckle again changing the tone of her voice to sound like a mother or teacher patiently instructing a child.

"Ohhh, ooohhh, aahhhhh, oh, oh, oh," the involuntary sounds came from Suckle.

Dr. Mary had turned some of the dials on the control box. One dial controlled an adjustable pulsating electrical current, another dial controlled movement, and another controlled temperature. Dr. Mary had turned on a small amount of electrical current which was emitted through the rubber dildo. The electrical current flowed through each of the points protruding out on the dildo. As each of these pulsating 'sparks' of electricity flickered 'on an off' in Suckle's pussy she would moan. At first the moans coming from Suckle sounded like gasps of pain but slowly they changed to sounds of someone experiencing an extraordinary amount of ecstasy.

Miss Tamala walked over to stand beside Dr. Mary. They were three feet from the sitting Suckle. Suckle had her hands on her thighs and was making little bouncing movements every few seconds in reaction to the impulses of electrical current which would also caused her breasts to bounce up and down slightly.

"I didn't see this one of your inventions," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

"I had it made a few months ago. Suckle is the first one to try it out. Would you like me to explain how it works to you?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, I sure would," Miss Tamala answered Dr. Mary.

After Dr. Mary explained the controls to Miss Tamala, she handed the control box to her and walked over to stand on the side of Suckle.

"Suckle the whore feel good?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle in that sweet disalarming tone of voice.

"Oh yes, aahhhh, oh yes Madame," Suckle answered Dr. Mary, turning her head to look into the beautiful of her trainer. Suckle had a little smile on her face that indicated to Dr. Mary the 'stool' she had specially built was doing its job.

"Feel good down here piggy girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she reached down through Suckle's pubic hair until she was rubbing on Suckle's stretched out pussy lips. Dr. Mary's hand alternated between rubbing Suckle's pussy lips and the rubber dildo as though she was illustrating to Suckle just how much of the large rubber dildo she stuffed inside of her.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle said in rapid excited sounds.

"Shit, she's flowing like a river," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"She's getting me wet just watching her," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary.

Dr. Mary put her hands on Suckle's thighs and pushed her body in a backward motion. Suckle felt the rubber dildo in her pussy bend with her backward movement and felt the dildo in her asshole push forward.

"Turn the movement dial on the ass dildo," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

As soon as Suckle felt the rubber dildo turning in a circular motion in her asshole, she could feel it rubbing through the connective tissue separating both openings. It felt like the back dildo was rubbing against the dildo in her pussy.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Suckle was almost yelling out loud from the sensations she felt making her body tremble with sexual desires she could never have imagined as the feeling in her ass was resonating with the feeling in her pussy.

"Shut everything off," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "I want to keep this bitch aroused as much as possible. She's got some sucking to do." Dr. Mary was concerned that Suckle would reach an early orgasm and she didn't want her sexual arousal to 'drop off' just yet.

Miss Tamala laughed as she turned all the dials on the control box off. "Doctor dear, I do believe you are getting horny."

Suckle stopped making the little licentious sounds she had been making in response to the pulsating and moving dildos. But one glance at the lustful look on her face told Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala she was still highly aroused.

Dr. Mary untied her robe and let the front fall open. She walked over to the front of Suckle, straddled the stool facing her and sat down on Suckle's thighs letting Suckle feel her full weight and the warmth of her ass on her legs. Dr. Mary took Suckle's hands and placed them under her own dark brown breasts and let them rest there. Then she didn't do anything else but watch the expression on Suckle's face.

Suckle's expression was one of complete desire. She was amazed at the largeness and beauty of Dr. Mary's breasts. Just the sheer weight of Dr. Mary's magnificent breasts on Suckle's hands caused a stirring in Suckle's vagina. She wasn't sure if she had permission to do anything other than leave her hands where Dr. Mary had placed them. Then slowly she let her unsure little white hands squeeze and caress the beautiful twin globes gradually working up enough courage to run her little white fingers around darker brown circles surrounding Dr. Mary's nipples as though she was a girl scout on an exploring expedition. She looked into the beautiful face of Dr. Mary. She could see a large smile on Dr. Mary's face. Suckle was in heaven. She was pleasing Dr. Mary and by pleasing her trainer she in turn was pleasing herself.

Dr. Mary reached down between her own thighs and ran two of her fingers along her pussy lips. Slowly she inserted the two fingers deep in her vagina gathering up as much of her pussy juices as she could. Slowly she pulled her fingers out, being careful not to spill any of her juices. She held her two soaked fingers up in front of Suckle's face.

"Open your mouth you dirty pig of a girl and I will let you taste my honey," Dr. Mary said in a deliberate soft tone of voice.

Suckle was so excited she didn't even take the time to acknowledge Dr. Mary's order. Instead her mouth snapped open as though she had been starving for a week. Suckle even opened her mouth wider than she thought she could in an effort to demonstrate just what a slut she was for Dr. Mary. As soon as Suckle's nostrils picked up the scent coming from Dr. Mary's fingers, her mind went into a dizzily spin. "Pussy ... sex ... suck ... taste ... suck ... suck," the thoughts went through Suckle's mind so fast she thought she was becoming delirious.

Suckle felt Dr. Mary's soaked fingers on her tongue. Immediately her taste buds reacted. It was a taste Suckle had become familiar with in the last few days and it seemed like the more of the taste she got, the more she wanted. She waited and waited for what seemed like forever. As she waited she fought her natural instincts to close her mouth and suck on Dr. Mary's fingers. But Suckle's obedience training overrode her natural instincts. She knew she had to have permission to do just about anything anymore. She put a 'sad puppy' look on her face hoping that 'sad look' would gain her permission to close her mouth and do what she wanted to do. Then the voice of Dr. Mary came ... the voice she recognized as the voice of authority.

"Close your mouth and suck my fingers slowly whore. Leave all my juices on your tongue. Don't swallow. I want to watch my juices go down you crummy throat and into your belly," Dr. Mary told Suckle obviously building up her own sexual arousal by the continuing degradation of Suckle.

Permission!!! Suckle's ears rang with the word she had been waiting for ... craving for. Dr. Mary told her she has permission. Her mouth closed and her tongue went to work. She ran her tongue all around Dr. Mary's fingers. Then she slowly pulled in her cheeks in an effort to make sure she got all the flavorful juices off the two fingers. Suckle looked just like someone had put a rich creamy fudge Popsicle in her mouth the way she was sucking on the two brown fingers. And all the time she was sucking she kept running her fingers over the hard nipples of Dr. Mary.

"Enough you hungry bastard," Dr. Mary abruptly said to Suckle. "Open you mouth and let me see how you did."

Again Suckle didn't answer. She was running on 'automatic pilot' now. 'Listen for commands ... obey commands ... listen for directions ... follow directions.' Suckle's mind was like a 'finely tuned instrument,' just the way Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had planned.

Suckle opened her mouth. Dr. Mary could see the abundant creamy almost translucent juices there. "Keep your mouth opened as wide as you can and let my pussy juices slide down your throat," Dr. Mary told Suckle. Suckle did as she was told and tipped her head backwards trying to let the juices flow backward of their own accord.

"Now swallow piggy," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. With an audible swallowing sound Suckle did as she was told ... and she liked it. Suckle purposely made the swallowing sound as loud as she could because she thought it would please these two strong superior women. And Suckle was getting to the point where more than anything else in the world she wanted to please her trainers. She yearned to see the smiles of satisfaction on her Mistresses faces when she obeyed whatever they told her to do.

When Suckle was through swallowing she ran her tongue around her lips and made a 'smacking' sound.

"Ha, ha, ha," both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle's antics as Dr. Mary got up off of Suckle's thighs.

"Did you see the stupid fucker smack her lips?" Dr. Mary asked Miss Tamala.

"Ha, ha, ha," she is becoming a real slut, isn't she?" Miss Tamala replied.

"Yes, even more so than I expected," Dr. Mary said. "Are you sure you didn't find this white bitch in a whore house somewhere?"

"Nope," Miss Tamala replied. "Straight out of her third year of law school. An honor student too. And a religious instructor too. Looks like she would eat shit if you told her to."

"Hey glorious lady," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "Don't give me any ideas. Speaking of shit, let's give the bitch some 'ass respect' training."

"I have been looking forward to it. Sounds like something I would enjoy," replied Miss Tamala.

Suckle was still very highly aroused. She would make little tiny rocking movements of her hips. Just enough to keep the bodily stimulation from the dildos flowing throughout her nervous system but not enough that she thought she would get in trouble for by not having permission to make these movements.

Dr. Mary moved over closer to Suckle again. She wanted to make sure Suckle was fully aroused and very close to her peak. She knew she would have to use a lot of 'mind control' coupled with 'sexual desire' for this next part of Suckle's training. Dr. Mary started rubbing Suckle's nipples. They were already very hard. The dildos were doing their job, Dr. Mary decided. She was ready to go.

Dr. Mary moved her face very close to Suckle's face. "Now little dirty piggy girl, you have been so good your Mistress is going to give you a reward. Would Suckle the whore like that?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle switching to that motherly tone of voice that always made Suckle feel like a little girl.

"Oh yes, yes Madame Dr. Mercy," replied Suckle with enthusiasm even though she had no idea what type of 'reward' Dr. Mary had in mind.

Miss Tamala had taken her negligee off and was walking over to Dr. Mary and Suckle. She was completely naked except for the loafers she had used to walk outside earlier.

Suckle looked at Miss Tamala. This was the second time she had seen Miss Tamala without clothing of any kind. The first time was in the shower but with the water pouring over her she didn't get the time to appreciate her beauty. As Miss Tamala walked slowly toward Suckle, she had a little more time.

Suckle stared for a moment taking in the beauty of her Mistress ... the woman who was becoming the owner of her soul. She saw the richness of the color of her skin, the beautiful large firm breasts, and the brown circles surrounding the erect nipples. She looked downward at the thick mat of jet black pubic hair that seemed to glisten in dancing ringlets reflecting the light in the basement. She remembered rubbing her face in that hair and enjoying the coarseness of the strands against her face. She saw the thick thighs leading down to the muscular calves of her legs. "Truly, she is the most beautiful woman in the world," Suckle thought.

Dr. Mary directed Miss Tamala in front of Suckle. Under Dr. Mary's supervision, Miss Tamala turned around so her ass was only a few inches away from Suckle's face.

"Look Suckle, look. Isn't your Mistress's ass beautiful?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy, oh yes, yes," Suckle again replied in a highly pitched excited voice.

"Put your hands on the cheeks," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

Suckle put her smallish white hands on the dark skin of Miss Tamala's ass cheeks. They were warm, soft and firm at the same time. Suckle got another big smile on her face. It just felt so good to Suckle to be touching Mistress Tamala here. She felt as though she had gained entrance into a 'secret place' where few people have ever been ... and it was very exciting to her.

"Let's play a little game called find the 'rosebud', ok piggy girl?" Dr. Mary said to Suckle again in that sweet motherly voice.

Suckle was getting caught up in the 'little girl' routine that Dr. Mary was expertly implanting in her mind.

"Yes, yes, piggy girl wants to play," Suckle replied to Dr. Mary's suggestion. As soon as Dr. Mary heard Suckle refer to herself as 'piggy girl' she knew she was gaining control of her mind. She looked up at Miss Tamala who was looking over her shoulder and winked at her.

Miss Tamala was aroused now too. She knew that Suckle had probably never heard of the 'anus' referred to as a 'rosebud' before and it was exciting just to know where Dr. Mary was leading Suckle. In addition, she also heard Suckle refer to herself as 'piggy girl' and was familiar with Dr. Mary's methods of training. The thoughts of what was taking place behind and below her were causing the muscles of her pussy to expand and contract in a delicious way.

"Move your hands all around the two mountains toward the 'valley' piggy girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she took each of Suckle's hands and helped her move them. "See how the how the color of your Mistress's ass changes from light brown to darker brown as your hands get closer to her ass 'valley,' she said to Suckle.

"Yes Madame, yes," Suckle answered, too excited to think about addressing Dr. Mary as she had been told.

"Did you find any rosebuds yet piggy girl?" Dr. Mary asked Suckle in a playful tone of voice.

"No Madame Dr. Mercy, I don't think so," replied Suckle seemingly a little disappointed. She wasn't sure what she was looking for but, for some reason Suckle, in her new way of reasoning, knew Dr. Mary would tell her when she found what she was looking for in this 'little game.'

"Oh well, move your hands over closer to the valley ... that's right, just like that," Dr. Mary said, again directing the movement of Suckle's hands on Miss Tamala's ass cheeks. "Slide your thumbs down into the valley ... slowly ... slowly ... good, leave them just like that."

Dr. Mary took her hands away from guiding the movement of Suckle's hands. She put her hands on Suckle's hips, and rocked her back and forth a few times so Suckle would again feel the dildo in her ass press against the larger dildo buried deep in her pussy. She knew the sensations Suckle would feel and she was right. Suckle put her head back in an obvious display of the lust and pleasure bordering on abandonment. Then Dr. Mary moved her hand down between Suckle's legs. Using her fingers, she slowly rubbed Suckle's outstretched vagina lips that were encircling the rubber dildo stuffed there.

"Now you little bitch," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in a more serious tone of voice, "pull the two 'mountains' apart using your thumbs."

Suckle put her head back down and looked at Miss Tamala's ass. Her eyes were glassy and she had a mischievous grin on her face, almost like she knew what she would find between the 'mountains' when she obeyed Dr. Mary's last order. Suckle did as she was told.

"Oh look piggy girl," Dr. Mary shifted back to her 'motherly' voice. "It's the rosebud," she said as though she was very surprised. "Do you see it piggy girl?"

"Yes, yes, Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied going along voluntarily with the game Dr. Mary had conceived. Suckle couldn't deny the excitement going through her mind and body just looking at this very private part of Miss Tamala's body at such a close distance.

"Why don't you smell the pretty rosebud piggy girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

Suckle hesitated. She had only been this close to this part of Miss Tamala's ass once before. On that occasion, and for some reason she still couldn't understand, she did put her mouth there voluntarily for just a second. At that time it was dark and she did everything mostly by 'feel.' Now it was right there in front of her eyes ... 'so close' ... 'so close' Suckle was thinking to herself.

Dr. Mary saw the hesitation on Suckle's part. She rubbed again on Suckle's pussy lips to keep her highly stimulated. With her free hand she pushed Suckle's head forward softly ... just to give her encouragement. That's all Suckle needed.

Suckle went the rest of the short distance herself. She put her pretty little white nose between the dark ass cheeks of her Mistress. The scent caught her sense of smell immediately. But it didn't repulse her in the least little bit. Rather her head was spinning with the thoughts of what this scent represented. Suckle knew it was a nasty thing to do ... but she wanted to do nasty things anymore. The change in her thought processes from the old 'Lynn Langley' to the present 'Suckle' was almost complete. "It makes me feel good to do nasty things ... Suckle is a whore ... Suckle is a sucker ... Suckle is an ass licker," her mind was telling her. The thoughts that both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had embedded in her mind, plus Suckle's own submissive sexual orientation were taking over. Suckle stuck her tongue out and started to go toward Miss Tamala's asshole. As soon as Dr. Mary seen Suckle's tongue stick out she pulled her back by her hair.

"The game is over you dumb whore," Dr. Mary said reverting back to that stern authoritative tone of voice. "Look at me."

Suckle turned her head to look at Dr. Mary. The rapid change in the voice and attitude of Dr. Mary always totally confused Suckle. One second she sounded like a 'loving mother' or a 'caring teacher' and then, in the blink of an eye, she became a 'drill sergeant' or a 'tough task master.' Thus, Suckle's emotions went from being very 'at ease' enjoying the sexual feelings throughout her mind and body, to becoming a fearful 'obedient puppet' ready to do anything she was told to do.

On the other hand, Dr. Mary was the 'ultimate dominant expert.' She knew exactly what she was doing at all times. She decided now was the moment to degrade Suckle like she had never been degraded before ... and she loved every minute of it. Dr. Mary's pussy was totally soaked just thinking of what she was going to make Suckle do. These are the moments Dr. Mary lived for.

When Suckle looked into Dr. Mary's eyes she saw the fury in them. She knew she had better not disappoint this 'side' of Dr. Mary's personality. Yet the sternness in this highly educated, beautiful, and strong African American woman brought a different kind of sexual gratification to Suckle. Her 'submissive nature' had been awakened and now Dr. Mary was enforcing the 'sexual orientation' that had always lived deep within Suckle's soul.

"Tell me what you see in front of you whore," Dr. Mary said loudly to Suckle.

"Suckle sees ... ah ... Suckle ... it's ...," Suckle was stammering again. She was afraid she might give the wrong answer.

Dr. Mary didn't wait for Suckle to think of an answer to her question. "That's your Mistress's beautiful ass, isn't it?" she said to Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," replied Suckle in a shaky tone of voice realizing by the continuing stern tone of Dr. Mary's voice whatever game they had been playing was indeed, over.

"Spread your Mistress's ass cheeks as far as you can," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Now tell me what you see."

"Suckle sees ... Suckle sees Mistress Tamala's ...," Suckle was thinking as fast as she could. She knew from her training what Dr. Mary wanted to hear but it was still a little difficult for Suckle to get used to saying the exact descriptive word ... especially that 'word'. "Suckle sees Mistress Tamala's asshole," Suckle said feeling a shiver of excitement flash through her as she said 'asshole.'

"Good girl, good piggy girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she gave Suckle a 'puppy pet' on the head.

Suckle eyes lit up at the 'good girl' approval and 'the petting' she got.

"What kind of a girl does Suckle suppose would want to suck on Mistress's asshole," Dr. Mary asked slowly changing her voice slowly back to that gentle inquiring tone.

"A ... a ... Suckle ... Suckle thinks a dumb girl?" Suckle answered in what sounded more like a question then a statement.

"How about a dumb piggy girl," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as though she was trying to help her with the answer to her previous question as she kept 'puppy petting' Suckle's head.

"Yes, yes, a dumb piggy girl, Madame," Suckle answered in a tone of voice that clearly illustrated the building excitement in Suckle's demeanor.

"I wonder if there are any dumb piggy girls around here," Dr. Mary said playing with Suckle's mind for all it was worth.

Suckle took the bait as she almost always did when Dr. Mary had her aroused to this point. "Suckle's a piggy girl ... Suckle's a dumb piggy girl," Suckle said in a voice imitating a young child.

"Oh yes, that's right. Suckle's a dumb whore. Suckle's also a piggy girl. Suckle likes to do dirty things with her mouth and tongue, doesn't she," Dr. Mary said using a 'fake surprised' tone of voice.

Again Suckle jumped into the flow of suggestions and ideas Dr. Mary was planting in her mind. "Yes, yes, Suckle is a dirty piggy ... Suckle likes to suck ... Suckle likes to use her mouth and her tongue ... yes, yes ... please, Suckle wants to suck Mistress Tamala's asshole ... please, please ..." Suckle couldn't contain herself. The more she degraded herself to please Dr. Mary the more excited and if possible, the more aroused she become.

Dr. Mary pulled on Suckle's nipples again. This time she would pull the stiffened nipples out as far as she could and then would let them go to spring back by themselves.

"Don't you dare cum bitch until I give you permission, do you hear me?" Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle.

"Yes, yes ... only with permission ... only with permission ... yes," Suckle answered in a rambling voice.

"Good girl, good girl," Dr. Mary told Suckle going back to petting her head. "Do you know what kind of sound pigs make?" she asked Suckle.

"Yes, Suckle knows ... Suckle knows," Suckle replied.

"Good girl, show Mistress Tamala what kind of sound pigs make," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

Suckle looked up at Miss Tamala who was looking down at Suckle over her shoulder. "Oink, oink, oink, oink," Suckle started imitating the sounds she thought this animal would make. Suckle had a very mischievous expression on her face as she looked up at her Mistress. It was as though Suckle's very life depended on how well she could demean herself for the pleasure of her Mistress.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing at Suckle. "You even look like a stupid pig," she said to Suckle.

"Ok piggy, I'm going to show you how to suck your Mistress's ass. Put you face down at the bottom of the crack," Dr. Mary told Suckle.

Suckle didn't hesitate. It seemed to Suckle as though she had been waiting to do this all her life. She had a big smile on her face as though she was a child who just got permission to get cookies out of the cookie jar.

"Now stick your tongue out and start sucking at the very bottom of the crack and go all the way to the top," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as though she was instructing a student in class.

Of course Suckle did exactly as she was told.

"Now go back down to the bottom ... back up to the top ... back to the bottom ... good girl, good piggy ... slow down, slow down, don't go so fast ... now stop and kiss Mistress's asshole lips," Dr. Mary kept supervising a very cooperative and anxious Suckle.

"Good ... you are a good piggy," said Dr. Mary. "Now stick your tongue right in between the little pretty asshole lips and suck, keep sucking moving your tongue in as deep as you can and make a lot of circles with your tongue when you get it inside. Don't stop until I give you permission to stop," Dr. Mary said to Suckle as she got up and walked in front of Miss Tamala.

When Dr. Mary got in front of Miss Tamala they hugged each other in a tight embrace. They kissed ... a long passionate kiss. Dr. Mary looked in the excited eyes of her lover. "How does it feel, beautiful girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

"Oh damn ... damn ... the bitch has her tongue in deep ... damn, I never felt anything like it ... shit, you have to try it," Miss Tamala replied very excited.

"Oh don't worry honey girl, I will. You can count on that," said Dr. Mary thrilled at seeing the excitement of Miss Tamala. "Listen my beauty," she continued talking to Miss Tamala, "do you mind very much if I fuck the bitch's face. I'm soaking wet and I need it very bad."

"No, no, not at all darling. Go ahead ... be my guest. The bitch took me 'over the top' in the shower. Hell, it's your turn. Besides, you did all the work getting the little fucker to this point." Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

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Dr. Mary let Suckle suck Miss Tamala's ass for another ten minutes while Miss Tamala brought herself to an orgasm using one of her favorite dildos. Dr. Mary made sure Suckle didn't reach her climax. Suckle was still in a high state of arousal as Dr. Mary made her get up from the bar stool, dislodging the dildos from her pussy and asshole. Miss Tamala went upstairs to make sure Piglet had prepared dinner satisfactorily and that their dinner table was properly set.

Dr. Mary was leading Suckle back into her laboratory holding her hand.

"Come with me bitch, you need your face cleaned. Look how filthy your face is from sucking Miss Tamala's ass," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," Suckle replied.

Dr. Mary pulled the 'special' chair out again and reclined the back down until it was flat.

"Take my robe off you ass licking bastard," Dr. Mary said to Suckle in her stern sounding voice again.

"Yes Madame Dr. Mercy," answered Suckle again the stinging degrading words of Dr. Mary flooding her ear drums and making her feel very intimidated and inferior to this beautiful black woman.

As Suckle took Dr. Mary's robe off, she realized this was the first time she had seen Dr. Mary completely naked. Her breasts were larger than Miss Tamala's and her hips were much wider. Her thighs were also much more muscular. She also had a thick mat of jet black pubic hair that spiraled in pretty short ringlets. But it was her ass that caught Suckle's attention. It was much bigger and stuck out very prominently from her hips. Suckle ran her tongue over her lips as soon as she saw Dr. Mary's ass.

"God," Suckle thought to herself, "I am really becoming a pig. I can't help it. I want to suck her ass ... I want to put my tongue in there."

Dr. Mary didn't give Suckle too much time to think. She was very hot. She needed an orgasm for the last hour and now that the time had come she was going to make it a good one.

"Lay down flat on your back on our 'special' chair," Dr. Mary told Suckle. "Put the dildo on the end of the chair in yourself and don't you dare cum until you feel me cumming. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Madame Dr. Mary," Suckle replied. Suckle sat down slowly on the end of the chair, inserting the large black dildo in herself as she lowered herself. Then she lay flat on her back.

Dr. Mary straddled Suckle head. She reached down and grabbed both of Suckle's ears until she had a solid grip on them.

"Now bitch, I am going to fuck your face. I want you to try to get as much of your face inside my pussy as you can. I definitely want to feel your tongue and nose in there. I'm going to fuck your face so hard I am going to make the bells on the back of your head ring", Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary continued, "what the hell did you think I put the bells on the back of your head for ... ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary continued laughing at Suckle.

Dr. Mary's hips lowered over Suckle's face slowly. Suckle's face was buried in her coarse pubic hair ... then the scent flooded her nostrils ... the scent Suckle loved so much ... the musky scent the equate to sex to Suckle ... then she felt the soaking wetness as Dr. Mary's pussy lips separate and enveloped her nose and tongue. She felt the soft slippey tissue of the inside of Dr. Mary's vagina on her tongue. Suckle was in heaven ... she loved to suck. She was becoming worthy of the name Miss Tamala had bestowed on her.

Dr. Mary moved her hips back and forth on Suckle's face. She could feel Suckle nose, her tongue flicking in and out and felt her wetness seeping down on Suckle face cheeks. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted to hear the bells on the back of Suckle's head ring. She pulled as hard as she could on Suckle's ears to bring her head up deeper into her pussy ... so hard that she figured she had two thirds of Suckle's face inside of her pussy. Then she pumped, back and forth, harder and harder, faster and faster ... until she made the bells on the back of Suckle's head ring ... and ring ... and ring.

"Hear the bells ringing you bastard," she yelled at Suckle. "Hear them ring ... ha, ha, ha ... the bells are ringing bitch ... the bells are ringing ... aahhhhh, aaaahhhhhhh, ... move your tongue up ... move it up more ... find my clit ... that's it, that's it ... take it between your lips and suck on it ... good, good ... oh, shit, I'm cumming ... I'm cumming, you fucking bitch ... keep sucking ... keep sucking ... aaaahhhhhhh."