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Cunt School, Part IV
By Victor Mann
Carleen, the large 50ish African-American woman was the first called to Master Tharn’s boot. we learned later, when we were all given each other’s biographies for the purposes of our self-understanding, that she had been a brilliant, young Stanford assistant professor until she had ended up in a torrid affair with the Dean, a Professor of African-American Studies. There began her trajectory toward her life of total submission which brought her to this Cunt School.
Master Tharn summoned Carleen abruptly with a sharp command, “Cunt Carleen!” she rose to her feet very quickly, looking to the Master for guidance. Carleen had an attractive face, which had a soft glow that surely was very attractive to men. she carried her large body with a pride, too, that made it seem more attractive than it might have appeared in a picture. she stood perhaps 5’5” and weighed around 200 lbs. (We learned later that her Master had chosen her as His because she was, “All tits and ass,” His strong preference.) she had very large tits, nearly a 50 inch bustline, which sagged considerably less than her 55 years might have given. her legs very thick at the thighs, but nicely tapered toward rather smallish feet. her ass was very broad and was her most prominent feature. her Master in His biography of her described it as, “Ideally constructed for the punishment she so justly deserves.”
I will say without reservation that Master Tharn was the most skilled artist when it came to the training of women. Those Who imagine that Mastery is all brashness and brute power would do well to study His example. One in 10,000 Men knows how to truly Rule any particular woman and one in a million has the laser vision to find that place in almost ANY woman that yearns for fealty. I know that I speak not only for Myself among the cunts who sat that night before Him for the first time. He made clear and precise for us
all that Our Masters had sketched out in outline. (But of course He was assisted by several Other able Masters Who burned from the same flame.)
The moment that Master Tharn made his call to Carleen, Ay and Bee gently and languidly sank to their knees to kneel on thick satin cushions that sat on either side of
the standing Master. As they knew that what was to proceed was no matter of concern for them they knelt erectly, but with their heads bowed, looking toward the floor in front of them. we sitting women studied the expressions on their faces, as we were eager to
learn how to properly act in a circumstance like this.
Master Tharn with a nod of His head made clear to Carleen that she was to bow to lick
and kiss His boot tops in respect of His liege. she bent down, her large tits pushed against the carpeting, to embrace His boot. The subtlety of the moment was such that we cunts had not even realized when we had been given permission to view the Master and His work fully, but it was clear that we all now, with permission, were very closely observing His every move. Master Tharn had set the atmosphere and we all were in His
Thrall already, though we had barely spent an hour before Him. We all could see the quiet, proud , virile haughtiness on the face of Master, drawing casually on His cigar as Carleen groveled to adore His shiny black boots. All of us responded instinctively to this, and knew it well in our own Masters. For Him completely abject obeisance in a woman was the only thing that really mattered about her at all. None of us failed to notice the swelling of His large prick in his leather pants as Carleen, responding to this moment, offered Him her fealty. .
Carleen was a boot-licking cunt like the rest of us, but in this heightened atmosphere of the Cunt School where she was truly being measured and tested and in this special context with the strong Master’s two personal cunts kneeling in pretty attention on either
side of Him ---- four other cunts observing with rapt attention, Carleen, thinking only of learning better here so that her Master’s pleasure would be greater, reached deep into the well of her submission and brought tears to the eyes of more than one of us. We were riveted as she brought her full care and attention, her full being as it were, to the task of
kissing the Master’s boots. we saw her breathing quicken as she kissed every inch of
black leather that was before her with lingering, passionate kisses which held nothing
at all back. her Master had sent her to the Cunt School so that she could become, in his words, “The kind of servant bitch I deserve.” And this thought most surely Carleen held her heart at this moment. Carleen, her breath quickening with every moment, took a long time to kiss every last inch of Master Tharn’s boot tops.
When she continued, licking abjectly, now, fully prone in groveling position, we could see the glistening red slit open in her dark, perfectly shaved crotch and see it begin to drip with her offering to this Master. Slavering shamelessly at His boot tops, her breath became labored and one could hear the light suck of slobber as she strove to prove herself. Licking the second boot we saw the twist of orgasm strike her as she left the last vestige of pride in the form of spittle on Master Tharn’s boots. her face, at this moment of poignant passion, went into a deep, painful, forceful lick of the Master’s mark of rule, the boot. she sacrificed her bitch face there to Master Tharn’s boot, punishing her lips and mouth in her hard slavering until she, at last, gasped in a full orgasm that took our own breath away, lying prone and lapping with her tongue at the wet mess she had created to show Master Tharn her fealty.
Master Tharn had clearly been inspired by her energy and had a satisfied glow on His Own face as though he had been deeply pleasured sexually. He snapped His fingers
lightly to get the now dazed woman to kneel up. At this finger snap, the blonde, Barbie
doll at His left stood to unzip His fly and withdraw His large, thick, turgid penis. Doing this, she went back to her servile, waiting position. “Suck it bitch,” were the words He uttered to Carleen but the words were simply the cover sounds to a primal magnetism that played itself out before us cunts. On the one side was the cruel, presumptive power of the Master Who would brook no cunt will before Him and the other was gaping need of Carleen to prove herself. Carleen, her mouth dripping slobber made her mouth the fuck place for Master Tharn’s hard cock. she kept her bitch hands at her sides as she had always been trained and let Him use her.
Master Tharn deliberately made a step to the side, taking Carleen physically with Him, so that all of us could see from a side view Carleen’s strech-lipped reception of this invading prick. Carleen’s mouth was pure slobber now which dripped obscenely down her chin. (Later we were to learn from her biography, written by her Master, that cock-suck training was to be a special emphasis for her here at the Cunt School. Apparently, she had literally refused to suck a cock until her Master began to train her.) Master Tharn held Carleen’s hair in His fist, using her face now increasingly more callously.. Because of the size of His cock only about half of His prick fit into Carleen’s compliant mouth now despite her passionate efforts to accommodate Him.
Carleen’s sexual state was nearly at a frenzy now. This forced cock-suck, taken right at the moment when she had dived into submissive orgasm at His boot, seemed to supercharge her passion and we saw her forceful, passionate breath push spittle into
a slop on Master Tharn’s prick that made its own subtle obscene noise, it seemed. Master Tharn in His posted report of the encounter which was required reading for us later described Carleen during this cock suck as, “a little wriggly cunt fish caught at the end of a prick hook,” and certainly her uncontrolled lascivious passion and having her mouth taken in the rudest, most presumptive way did show that the Master’s hooks had certainly gotten into her. With a noticeable snarl, the words, “fucking bitch,” and that look of triumph that comes to a Master when He has conquered a woman, Master Tharn released His essence deep into Carleen’s throat. we listened and watched as she, with studied effort, gagged the full amount down, trembling and sweating with passion and effort and proceeded to daintily and respectfully clean His member with her tongue as she had been trained by her Master to do.
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