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16.
I had watched Tanna's entire performance from a corner of the room. It had been good. She had hovered above Miara like a devil cloud. Each time her hot breath had descended to tease those sensitive areas, Miara's excitement had increased. The signs of her arousal had been obvious. I had watched her hips twitch. When her pretty, white teeth were not biting her lips, her tongue had repeatedly moistened them. In the end, she had been panting for it and the scent of her pussy had filled the air.
When she was begging to come, Tanna had looked at me. Shaking my head, I'd motioned her to follow me out of the room. I'd left Miara alone, tied to the bed, bound to her empty, aching cunt but more importantly…a prisoner of her new awareness.
I put her favorite chanteuse on the stereo and turned on the bedroom speaker. A nice touch, I thought. I sat back on the sofa to relax and let the minutes work their magic. An hour of lonely uncertainty would seem an eternity to Miara in her present state. Tanna brought me a fresh scotch and then dropped to the carpet in front of me. With long flat strokes of her tongue she lapped at my feet, while gazing up at me through her lashes. It was, I thought, for all the world like having an adoring Tabby following one about.
"My check is already in your purse, Tanna" I reminded her.
She stopped licking and laid her cheek on my foot, with her eyes still on me.
"I know, Master." He said simply.
It was hard to tell with her at times, where he games ended and the reality began. I withdrew into my head and began to write the next scene of my play. I went through my options and Miara's possible reactions as if working through a chess problem. By the time I arose to fetch her, things looked bright for the black knight and dim for the white queen.
I got up and beckoned for Tanna to follow me. I blindfolded her and spread her face up on the dining table. I tied her to its legs and went for Miara.
She tensed at the sound of the door, her senses straining to tell her what her eyes could not.
"Alan?"
I let the question hang and stood, watching her listen.
"Tanna?"
I let my fingertips lightly graze her nipple. She shivered. She had to guess and naturally she guessed wrong.
"Please, Tanna, I am sorry I hesitated. If you'll tell me what you like…How to do it properly…just give me another chance."
Her hips were moving again. I was glad she wanted to come so badly. Very glad.
"I do want your pussy. I'm begging. Please?"
"Even if I wished to help you," I said at last, " I don't have a pussy."
"Oh! Alan!" she was clearly flustered.
She started trying to explain but I cut her off brusquely. I got her off the bed and led her into he living room by her collar. I sat her in a captain's chair and draped her legs over its arms. I placed her hands behind her neck and told her to stay as she was. I took away the blindfold and let her squint under the bright chandelier. The first thing she registered was Tanna's bound form.
I moved to the head of the table where Tanna's head hung off the edge. I palmed her breasts through the fine silk of her blouse. Miara looked on raptly as I grasped Tanna's nipples and began milking them. I noticed hers getting hard from the visual stimulation.
"Tanna, How much did this blouse cost?" I asked casually.
"I don't remember, Master. It was expensive."
"Is it one of your favorites?"
"Yes, Master."
I gathered its fabric and ripped it open sending buttons flying. I split each sleeve from the cuff and finally managed to tear it loose from her.
"Now it is nothing but a rag. Are you angry about that?"
"No, Master."
"Why aren't you angry, Tanna? I would be."
"Everything I have is yours. What pleases you pleases me, Master."
I pulled my cock from my trousers and moved near Miara. She looked at me for some indication of what I wanted but I kept my expression neutral. When she finally leaned forward to take it in her mouth, I slapped her face lightly and backed away. I smiled at her hurt, confused expression. I turned instead to Tanna.
"Show this silly, repressed little teacher how to ask for my cock."
"Please, Master, may I taste your cock. Use my mouth. Use all of me. Hurt my nipples while you fuck my throat."
I moved forward into Tanna's open mouth and stretched her nipples up off her chest. Miara watched open mouthed as I fucked Tanna's moaning mouth and tortured her nipples. I stroked in and out deeply all the while pulling and shaking her suspended tits. I felt my orgasm coming on and withdrew to let my sperm shoot out onto Tanna's face. She sighed and sent her tongue out for whatever cum it could reach.
I took a pocketknife from my pocket and cut away Tanna's trousers. I moved again to Miara.
"Now, use your silly mouth to make me hard again for Tanna's cunt."
The humiliation of being rejected started her crying. She turned her tearful face away in refusal. I slapped her again. Reluctantly her mouth opened and accepted me. A sharp pinch to her tit convinced her to suck. Once I was fully erect again, I pushed her head away rudely and mounted the table. As I entered Tanna she began a quiet chant of exhortations. Miara's eyes, averted at first, were soon drawn back to us. Even tied down, Tanna was writhing like a gigged eel but it was too soon for me to come again. Finally I felt Tanna's pussy clench and flood. I faked a big orgasm of my own for Miara's benefit. I lay there with my cock embedded in Tanna and slowly looked over at Miara.
"She's very wet down there, Miara. Earlier you were asking for some pussy. Would you like to come over here and clean her out? Have the leftovers so to speak?"
This final dig was too much for her. She must have had a mental image of herself, sitting there with her legs spread and her nipples hard, all the while being insulted. She slid to the floor and curled into a ball, sobbing.
"My God, Alan! What do you want from me? Why are you hurting me like this? Don't you know that I want us to have a relationship? I've fallen in love with you damn it"
"Why? You still haven't a clue do you? I have no intention of spending a lifetime negotiating with you. I don't want a girlfriend, or a fiancé, or a wife, I want you as my slave. I don't want the paltry little part of you that you wish to trade for a wedding ring. The only ring I'm offering is the one on that collar around your neck."
"But..." she began.
I hauled her up by her hair and pulled her along to the door.
"But nothing! I've ordered a gold leash to match that collar. I have instructed the jeweler to send it to you when it is ready. Now get out and don't come back unless you are on the end of that leash."
I pushed her out into the foyer and closed the door on her.
