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She pulled my head away, and lay her head back against the headrest. “God.
You have a great fucking mouth.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I smiled back
at her.
After a few minutes, she buttoned up
her dress, and opened up the door. “Come
on, slut. I’m not finished with you
yet.” I got out of the car as she came
around the front and took my hand. We walked up the steps, hand in hand, and
entered the house. We faintly heard a
slapping sound, and muffled moaning.
Kayla chuckled softly. “I guess
we weren’t the only ones having fun tonight.
Sounds like John brought his little slut home as well.” We walked up the stairs, and as we approached
the door to the guest bedroom, the sounds became louder. Mistress Kayla opened the door and quietly
walked in.
Master John was standing off to the
side of a naked woman, whipping her back with a flogger. Her long auburn hair was sweat matted. A large red ball gag split her lips and drool
was trickling out of the corner of her mouth.
She was tied atop a Sybian, which was buzzing
and thrusting away. She was writhing and
trying to lift herself up, but she had been tied in such a way the she couldn’t
move. Master John had also bound her
large breasts with rope, turning them red and swollen. Clips were attached to her nipples. A large puddle had formed underneath her.
“Well, hello there,” he said as
Kayla walked forward and began flicking the clamps. “Kayla, meet Gail. Gail, meet Mistress Kayla.” All Gail could do was moan. “Did you and Darcy have fun?
“Oh, yes,” Kayla answered absently,
“She’s quite the cock sucking little slut.”
“Believe me baby, I know,” he
replied, snapping the flogger at Gail, drawing a squeal from her, and smiling
at me.
“Gail, honey, do you need to cum?”
Kayla asked, sweetly. Gail moaned, and nodded her head.
“She’s already cum seven times since
I brought her home. And
once in the car. And she squirts
like you wouldn’t believe.”
Kayla looked down at the puddle on
the floor. “Oh, I can believe it. She’s
going to clean all this up, right?”
“With her
tongue.”
Kayla reached over and pressed down
on Gail’s shoulder. Within ten seconds,
she was screaming and shaking and trying to move off the Sybian,
but Kayla just held her there. “That’s
it. Cum for your
Mistress.” All of the sudden a
gush of fluid erupted from Gail’s pussy, adding to the puddle on the hardwood
floor. She stiffened, and a high keening
wail came from her, then she went limp, leaning her head against Kayla’s
stomach. “Oh, that was so nice.” She held Gail for a moment, then turned to John. “I’m going to take Darcy into the
bedroom and explain to her how things are going to be. Are you going to be long?”
“Another
couple of hours.”
With that, Mistress Kayla got up and
led me into the Master bedroom. It was a
normal room, with a king sized bed, a chest of drawers and a dresser, as well
as an armoire. She told me to stand in
the center of the room, and as I looked around, I noticed there were eye hooks
in the ceiling above me. “Did you enjoy watching that?” Mistress Kayla walked
to the chest and began retrieving things from the drawers.
“Yes Mistress.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” She
walked back toward me, with a set of wrist cuffs, which she began attaching and
subsequently used to restrain me to the eye hooks.
“Not as pretty as you,” I replied.
“That’s sweet of you to say.” She reached up underneath my skirt, pulled
down my panties and had me step out of them.
Then she reached underneath me, and released my cock from the harness
which had restrained it back underneath me.
It sprang out, stiff, erect, and dripping. I let out a sigh of relief. She sat back down on the bed in front of me,
and leaned back on her arms, crossing her legs.
“So, are you ready to be owned, bitch.”
“Yes, Mistress, “
I replied, breathlessly.
“You will be mine, David. Everything you have will be mine. You’ll serve Master John, and others I
approve of and tell you to, but…You. Will.
Be. Mine.” She paused for a moment, her eyes boring into
mine. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes,
Mistress.
Please. I want to be yours. I want you to have everything.”
She smiled then, warm,
inviting. “You’ll be here every
weekend…for now. After awhile, you’ll
move in here. You’ll keep working, but
when you’re done, you’ll come right here.”
I nodded eagerly. Mistress Kayla got up from where she was, and placed a
blindfold on me. “Don’t go anywhere,”
she giggled.
I could hear her moving around,
doing things, opening and closing the drawers and the closet door. After a few moments, she took my arms down, then removed the blindfold.
She stood before me, having shed most of her clothes. She was left in thigh high stockings and a
pair of black leather knee high boots. A
strap-on dildo,
I quickly went to work on her cock,
taking it deep into my throat. “You look so fuckable. You think you know what it means to be owned,
but you really have no idea.” The dildo
was so much different from the real thing.
It was smooth, not as soft and yielding, and certainly nowhere near as
warm. “John got to fuck you last time,
and you wore me out, so I never did.”
She pulled me off her cock, and pushed me onto the bed on my stomach, my
lega hanging over the edge. She spread my legs apart. “I wonder if you
made it wet enough, bitch,” she said, as she lifted my miniskirt up around my
waist. “Have you been good? Should I give you some lube or fuck you dry?”
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Please, what? Please may I have some lube? Or please just ram it in my ass?” she said as
she slapped my ass.
“Please, Mistress, pleas, some
lube.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll lube up your
pussy.” One hand continued to caress my
ass, then I felt the fingers from her other hand, cold and slippery. I let out a slight moan as they entered me
and she began to finger fuck me. She
leaned down next to me and whispered in my ear “I’m going to violate you. You’re my bitch now.” Her fingers slid out and I felt the dildo at
my ass.
“Please, Mistress, I need to be
fucked,” I breathed as I pushed back, impaling myself.
“You slutty little bitch. You want it so fucking bad,
don’t you.” She slowly buried the entire
cock in my ass, I felt her hips pressing against
me. “That’s so good, isn’t it, bitch? You like that, don’t you?” I couldn’t do anything but moan. I was full, and falling down the abyss of sub
space, as she began to thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster,
harder and deeper. “You’re my bitch,
aren’t you? I fucking own you,
bitch. Is that good? Are you going to cum? Is it that good?”
“Oh fuck, oh, that’s feels so
good! Oh, fuck me!” I was moaning and
fucking her back as she pounded into me.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, bitch. I own you…all
of you, including your cum. You don’t
cum without asking permission.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I was moaning continuously now. “Oh, fuck!
I’m so close.” I let out an
almost whining moan, as she stopped, and slowly withdrew from me. She then had me turn over, and slide up on
the bed, as she sat into between my legs, draping my legs over hers. She slowly inserted two fingers in my ass,
and slowly began moving them around.
“I want you to understand this
David. I. Own. You. All of you. From now on, you don’t cum without
permission. That’s mine, just like every
other part of you. If you jerk off, you
ask me for permission to cum. If I allow
you to have a vanilla relationship, and the two of you decide to fuck, or she
wants to give you a blow job, you need my permission to cum. Do you understand?”
She had found my prostate and was
massaging it. The pleasurable sensation
was moving from my ass to my cock. “Yes, Mistress.”
She began pressing even harder on my
prostate. “If you cum without my permission, even if I’m not there, I’ll
know. Don’t try to fool me. I want all of you.” The feeling was becoming unbearable, I felt
very close to cumming. “You think you’re going to cum
now, bitch? No way. Tonight you learn how I’m going to control
you. It’s called milking. I’m milking you, just like a slutty little
cow.” I had this feeling of being on the
edge of an orgasm, but couldn’t get over the edge. As I looked down though, I saw a stream of
cum coming from my cock. “That’s right, slut.
No orgasm, but I get all your cum.
When I’m done milking you, you’ll need a day or two to refill. I’m going to drain your balls, “ she said with a sadistic chuckle. Cum just continued to pour from my cock as
she massaged my prostate. It wasn’t that
the feeling wasn’t pleasurable, but I needed to cum! “Please, Mistress, please,
I need to cum!”
“No you don’t,” she corrected
me. “You want to cum. You don’t need to. Besides, I just explained to you, it’s not
your decision anymore. It’s mine. You wanted me to own you, you wanted to be
mine, and this is pat of it. I
decide. And tonight, I don’t want you to
cum.”
I moaned and whined for the next
couple of minutes, until, after the flow of fluid had slowed and then stopped,
she removed her fingers from inside of me.
She moved from between my legs, and laid
alongside me. “This is what he means to be owned,” she said, as she caressed my
cheek, and kissed me. “Once Master John
is finished with Gail, I’ll bring you into the guest bedroom. I’ll tie you to the bed, on one side, and
John’s going to tie Gail to the other.
Then we’ll be in tog et you in the morning, and
start the next part of your training.”
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