Some Call It Play

SOME CALL IT PLAY

By: Charles E. Campbell

Chapter 5

A SATURDAY AFTERNOON IN MASSACHUSETTS

    My plans for the formal collaring ceremony of My slave were progressing nicely. I was in no hurry, preferring instead for everything to be done right. It wasn’t a constant topic between diana and Me, but every so often she would ask about it. Vague hints really, not direct questions. My slave was well aware that everything was now based upon My decisions. She no longer had any say at all in anything. She had relinquished all of that when she agreed to formally give herself over to Me. She accepted this, and understood it, but that didn’t make it any easier for her to live with her natural insatiable curiosity.

   One evening, we were in the den after dinner. I was seated in My recliner, relaxing while watching the television, diana was naked, as she is required to be, and on her knees between my legs, fellating Me. In our entire marriage, I had never been at all satisfied with diana’s oral skills. Her abilities were always mediocre, at best. I truly believe that no woman really likes sucking a man’s cock. They do it for reasons like feeling an obligation to, or because they assume they must because we enjoy it. Her lack of enthusiasm was always evident in her performance. I had her watch porn movies years ago, in hopes of her learning and improving, but she never really picked up anything, so it was relegated to a foreplay activity mostly.

   This is all well and good for the typical bored married couple. But for a Master and slave, this was totally unacceptable, and could not be tolerated. It is an absolute requirement that a  proper slave must be a top notch fellatrix. I was being remiss in her training by allowing her shoddy skills to continue unabated. It was for this reason that she was between My legs that evening, learning how to properly worship Me. This was an evening ritual which we had been carrying on now every night for a few weeks. She was not allowed the use of her hands, they were cuffed behind her back. We had worked up from fifteen minutes, our initial starting point, to forty-five minutes. My goal for her was one hour of her ministrations before rewarding her with My seed.

   Our regimen seemed to be working. Her endurance had improved immensely, and her technique was vastly improved from what it had once been, although there was still much more she needed to learn. There was, of course, no need for reciprocity on My part. Why should there be? This was simply a Master providing much needed requisite formal training to His slave in an area in which she was obviously quiet deficient. She, in turn, was grateful for My attention to her deficits and was more than adequately rewarded at the end of each training session by My allowing her to be the receptacle for My sperm, which she was required to hold it in her mouth, savoring the taste, relishing the gift, until I gave her permission to consume it.

    When the nightly training session was complete, she was free to do as she pleased. Some nights she stayed at my feet and watched the television with me, while other nights she might curl up on the couch and read. Her legs always apart, her pussy always open for me. She is always free to speak in the evening without having to wait to be spoken to. This night, she glanced over the top of her book and said, “Master, may I inquire as to how Your plans are coming along?”

   I turned from the flickering images on the screen and said, “Yes, you may. As a matter of fact, the invitations have arrived. Would you like to see one?”

   “Oh yes, please! May I?”

   “Wait here,” I said as I got up from the chair. A package had arrived at My campus office the day before from the printer and I had hidden it in the bottom drawer of My dresser. Retrieving the package, I returned to the den, and my anxious slave.

   I opened the package and handed her one of the invitations. I could see she was impressed by the weight of the paper, a very heavy stock. They appeared to be very expensive wedding invitations, in fact, that was what they were originally designed to be. An envelope for an address held the formal invitation, a smaller envelope which contained the RSVP card and envelope, directions to the location of the event, dress requirements and entre options.

   Diana read the invitation out loud, softly. “Master David and His slave girl diana proudly request the Honor of Your presence at the Formal Collaring Ceremony of slave diana. Saturday August fourteenth, Two Thousand Eight. 8:00PM Reception immediately following. The Cloisters, Sandy Dune Road, East Hampton, New York.”

   she fell silent, and just stared at the invitation, soaking in it’s significance. “This is not unlike a wedding, is it?” she offered, half to herself.

   “There are a  number of similarities,” I concurred.

   “But this is more, isn’t it?”

   “Yes.”

   “Much more.”

   “Yes.”

   “More of everything.”

   “Yes.”

   Again she fell silent, deep in her thoughts. “Is there anything I can do to help.” she offered?

    “When the time comes, yes. I will tell you when, as I will tell you what is expected from you. Just not yet, it’s too soon.

   “In the meantime, you will be allowed to address the invitations. I will provide you with the list of My guests. If there is anyone who is not on My list that  you wish to have in attendance, let me know and I will consider them. We will both be signing each invitation with our initials. I will use an upper case ‘D’, while you will employ the lower case ‘d.’ I will sign mine in black ink. You will sign yours with blood which you will draw from your breast. You will dip the needle into your breast in a different location for each invitation.”

   Her head dropped as she obediently replied, “Yes, Master.”

   When I left for work the following morning, her day off, I left the stack of invitations and the list of guests out on the kitchen table with a short note, “You may start addressing these.”

    Returning home at 3:30, I found her seated at the kitchen table, working on the invitations. Both of her breasts dotted by the holes where she had drawn her own blood to ink her initial on the cards. Dried blood had formed on some of the deeper holes, and rivulets had caked over from a few as well. The stack of invitations was finished. That night, as diana knelt between My legs, working on her technique, I methodically picked off the scabs that had formed on her breasts, causing fresh blood to appear on several of the holes, and giving me the idea of what would surely be the highlight of the collaring ceremony.

   It was diana’s responsibility to keep track of the replies to our invitation as they came in. One Saturday, as we were eating a light lunch at a small café on the Hudson River, diana volunteered, “There’s someone I would like to invite to the collaring, if I may.”

   “And who might that be,” I asked, piqued by her wanting to bring along someone she knew.

   “Stacy. A friend of mine from work.”

   “And why would you want her to be there?”

   “Well,...........she knows of our D/s relationship. I’ve told her most everything. She is a very liberated woman, so she isn’t into what I am doing at all. But, at the same time,  she is very supportive of my making free choices with my life, and she is excited for me taking this step, because she knows how much it means to me to do it.”

   “Is she married?”

   “Widowed. About five years now. A few years younger than we are.”

     “If you would like to invite her, you have My permission.”

   “Thank you.”

    “However, I want you to write her entire invitation out in your breast blood and I want you to hand deliver it to her. No mailing it. If she doesn’t ask about the blood, you are to explain it to her anyway. If she still wishes to attend, then she is more than welcome.”

   “Thank you, Master.”

   “You’re welcome. Now, put your hand up your skirt and play with yourself, but no cumming until I give you permission.”

    Her head quickly scanned the outdoor dining area to assess the situation. A few couples occupied tables that weren’t close to us, but there was a family seated right behind diana, a husband and wife and their three young children. Her face blanched when she saw them and she looking at me, pleading with her eyes. I stared her down, and watched with pride as she slowly dropped her right arm to her lap, and slid her hand between her legs.

    I let her diddle herself for a few minutes before ordering her to remove her hand and smell her fingers. Even outdoors, I could smell the sweet musky aroma of her aroused state. “Clean your fingers and start again,” I directed her.

   She sucked her fingers clean, one at a time and then continued playing with herself. I could see the familiar glazed look spread across her eyes as she was lost in the rapidly building sensations. “Cum for Me, My pet,” I commanded.

   She started shaking as she fought to control the moans that threatened to give her away. When it had ebbed, I looked at her questioningly, until she offered, “Thank You, Master, for allowing Your slave to cum for You.” Then she licked her fingers clean.

   Throughout this time, I had been keeping My sister, Marie, abreast of everything, from the plans for the collaring ceremony, to My goal of creating a world class fellatrix in diana. It was her fertile mind that came up with the idea of exposing diana to her oral duties with strangers. I, of course, voiced My immediate concern for her safety, both from disease, and physically.

   Marie, had already taken My concerns into consideration, however, and still she was able to create a plan that would not only resolve them, but it would, at the same time, enhance diana’s training. Marie took it upon herself to set it all up, so I didn’t have anything to do but sit back and allow it to happen.

   It was a Saturday afternoon. The lazy kind that diana and I cherish so much. We had spent the day antiquing in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts, leisurely driving through the small towns and hamlets in My TR3, with the top down. We would stop whenever either of us spotted a shop that caught our eye, and piqued our interest. Diana was dressed in a tight fitting skimpy tank top, over a light peasant skirt, sandals adorning her feet, showing off her recent pedicure.  As required, she was naked underneath, sitting on the leather seat with her skirt raised, allowing My right hand free access between her wide spread legs.

   We took lunch in a tiny café in Stockbridge, enjoying the sights of small town New England personified. About 3:00, we headed east. I had memorized the directions Marie had provided Me with. Diana, as she was want to do on days like this, never questioned where we might be heading.

   I located the road, if you wanted to be really generous and call it a road. We were about thirty minutes east of Stockbridge. It was  more a pair of slightly worn ruts really, than a road. Easing into a dense wooded area. Slowly, so as not to harm the under carriage of the low slung roadster, I wended My way up the road until we were out of eyesight from the tow lane state road we had just traveled. “Get out, slave,” I ordered, stopping the car and setting the parking brake. Diana complied, nervous shock showing on her face.

   “Strip, but leave your sandals on.”

   Instinctively, diana’s head whipped around scanning the trees to see if we were actually alone. Then she complied with My order. I passed a canvas tote to her wan watched as she folded and placed her clothes in it. She handed the tote back to Me and I casually tossed it onto the passenger’s seat.

   Bright streams of afternoon sunlight, shown through breaks in the leaves illuminating her naked skin. I knew she wanted nothing more than to try to cover herself, her feelings of defenselessness and exposure consuming her.

   “You are to walk up this road,” I said, “and keeping walking until you reach a clearing. Once you get into the center of the clearing, you will wait there. You are forbidden to try and hide or conceal yourself in any fashion. You will do whatever you are told.

   “Do you understand?”

   I knew her mind was in a frenzy with a thousand questions she wanted to ask Me, but her training overruled them, and trusting Me, she answered, “Yes, Master.”

   “Then go!”

   Turning heel, she started up the rutted road. About ten yards up the road, I called out to her, “Take off the sandals as well. You are allowed nothing to interfere with your nakedness.”

   Stooping down, she undid the straps and left the sandals, proceeding back down the road and out of My sight. My initial plans included handcuffing her with her hands behind her back, but a circumspect thought made me realize that if she fell, she would have no way to protect her face. As it was, she tripped and stumbled three times on her trek, stubbing a toe, which we later learned she broke, and scraping her knees and hands. I  retrieved her sandals, got back in the car, and went back to Stockbridge. I had a few hours to kill, and I figured I might as well enjoy Myself with a cold beer or two.

   What I know about the events that enfolded in the clearing came to Me from Marie, who was, in fact, present throughout the whole time, although she was well hidden from the eyes of all concerned, and never revealed her presence to anyone.

 

    The farther up the road diana walked, the less it resembled a road. The ruts became more overgrown with live growth, grass  saplings, wild rhododendron, as well as numerous downed trees. About a quarter mile in, large rocks from a disintegrating ancient stone wall barred the way to anything other than someone on foot. Diana had to deliberately wend her way through the stones so as to avoid injury. Just as the last remnants of the road had all but disappeared,        diana spotted the clearing ahead of her, off to her left.

   Marie watched diana approach the clearing from her hiding place behind a dense thicket of ferns. The area was about fifteen yards long and twenty yards wide, off to one side of the road. The remains of an old hunting cabin had collapsed on the old stone foundation. The rotting wood haphazardly heaped where it fell years before. Wild rhododendron and blackberry dotted the area, with patches of tall yellowed grass poking out in large clumps.

   As ordered, diana walked to the approximate center of the clearing and looked around. During her walk she had almost forgotten her naked state, but now, in the hot sun, exposed, she quickly became aware of it, and she covered her pussy with one hand, while she covered her breasts with her other. Remembering My admonishment, she slowly uncovered herself, and stood still. Her arms at her sides, eyes scanning the tree line. Waiting...............for............?

   Marie thought it was diana’s eyes that caught the motion rather than hearing anything, but nevertheless, diana turned and saw a group of people nearing walked down the road from the opposite direction she had come in from. It almost resembled a procession of sorts. Leading it were two naked women, each carrying a riding crop. Both women were bald, and bore no body hair at all. Trailing behind them, single file, were six men, two black, four white, also naked. Their hands cuffed behind them. As the group came into the clearing, diana could see that all of the men were held together by a chain which was locked to thick chrome rings set in soft black leather sheaths that completely encased their cocks and balls. The chain ran between their legs from one man to the next, about four feet from man to man. Following behind, a good distance behind, were two women dressed in tight black leather shorts, thigh high black leather boots, and unbuttoned black leather vests, which allowed a clear view of their unfettered breasts as they walked into the clearing. One of them had long dark red hair, over which she wore a black leather biker cap,  while the other wore her bottle blond hair cut very short, a man’s buzz cut really, which didn’t cover the bright red and blue tattoo she had on the side of her head

   The women in front lead the men right up to diana and positioned them so that they stood in a tight circle, about six feet in diameter, front to back, around  her. At this proximity, diana could see the sheen of sweat that covered each of the men from their walk. All of the men had no genital hair. They seemed to range in age from the youngest being about forty, to the eldest being around sixty. Each bore an identical brand on their pubic area, just above the leather sheath.

   No one spoke. The men looked at the ground in front of them, not at diana. The two bald women had taken their places behind the circle on opposite sides. The two women in leather took their time drinking in the sight. They walked around the circle together, slowly, then stopped. The blond said, “ rebecca, get the chain set in front of them, and ashley, remove the sheaths.”

   Nodding, they replied in unison, Yes, Mistress Helga.”

   Carefully stepping over the chain that connected the male slaves, the two female slaves set about their assigned tasks, as diana watched. Marie later told Me that diana had a stupefied expression the entire time, total disbelief at what she was seeing. The two women worked from opposite sides of the circle, with ashley kneeling in front of the slaves to unlock their sheath, while rebecca would help steady them as they stepped over the chain with one leg, leaving the chain connecting them all in front. As the sheaths came off, diana could see that the chains were not locked to the sheaths, but rather to a large thick ring set deeply in a Guiche piercing. Each of the males also had scrotal ladder piercings, with at least eight rings in each, as well as reverse Prince Albert piercings with thick rings that glistened in the sunlight.

    None of the males had erections, their flaccid cocks hung down as if they were awaiting a physical examination. A naked female on their midst had seemingly no effect.

   “So, ssssslaaaaave diana,” the woman with the tattoo mocked, “Your technique at sucking cock has been found to be lacking, I am told. Such a simple task, really, and I guess you’re too stupid to be able to master it. Madam Francine and I am here today to correct your ways. When we’re through with you, you should be well on your way to being a world class mouth whore.

   “Before We begin, I want you to fully understand the significance and implications of sucking your Master’s cock, or for that matter, anyone’s cock He wishes you to suck.  This is the most basic form of worship. You, on your knees, before your Master, accepting His manhood into your mouth. Your mouth, the entrance into your body for nourishment and sustenance. The source of your spoken thoughts.

   “It is important for you to understand,” Madam Francine chimed in, “That this isn’t just about making your Master cum. It’s so much more than that, in fact the actual finale pales in comparison. This is about adoration, worship, and most of all, His pleasure.”

   Helga stepped over the chain between two male slaves and stood next to diana. “You are going to suck the cock of each of our slaves, making each one cum. When you have finished with the last one, you will begin again, only this time, you will be instructed on the methods that will improve your techniques, and most importantly, your Master’s pleasure.

   “You may start with this one,” Helga said, lifting the soft cock by the steel ring in the end.

   Kneeling down at the slave’s feet, diana reached up slowly to hold the soft cock. Instantly, Helga slapped her hand away. “What are you doing? A slave should never touch a man unless expressly ordered to. Your mouth, cunt, and ass are the only parts of a slave body which should come in contact with a Master’s cock.

   “Just use your mouth. In fact, fold your arms behind your back and grab your elbows.”

   She did as she was told, then, leaning closer, diana opened her mouth and took the waiting cock inside. The sensation of the hard steel ring brushing over her lips was strange to her, and made her all the more aware of keeping her teeth back. She gave it her best, and listened as Helga made clucking sounds and said, “My God, Francine. She is really terrible. It’s almost as if she’s never been on her knees in her entire life!”

   Diana felt her face flush with embarrassment. There she was, in the middle of the woods, in a different state,  naked, sucking the penis of a naked man, a total stranger, in front of five other naked men, two naked women, and two other women. None of whom she had ever met!

   “She has about as much technique as a prom date giving obligatory head to a sixteen year old,” Francine concurred, stepping closer so as to be able to better watch diana’s oral skills. “She’ll never get Alfred off,” she laughed.

   “Not unless we whip him while she’s blowing him!” Helga joked. 

   Tears were streaming down diana’s face. Never in her life had she ever felt so ashamed. Humiliated. She kept on doing the best she knew how, and was finally, after five minutes or better, rewarded with a grunt from the slave, and copious spurts of hot semen filling her mouth. She tried as hard as she could to swallow it all, but she had never encountered so much spunk before, and a lot of it seeped from the corners of her mouth.

   “Christ, she can’t even swallow properly,” Helga remarked.

   Francine pushed diana over onto the ground and said, next cock, bitch. Wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die, diana moved to the next slave in the ring, a tall black man, with a very long thick member. Remembering what she had done before, she folded her arms behind her back and sucked the limp meat into her mouth. Even soft, it was so thick she had to open her mouth wider to accept it. It began to expand right away, becoming thicker and longer. Diana’s natural impulse was to pull back, but Helga placed her hand at the back of diana’s head and forced it forward, making the lengthening cock push to the back of the slave’s throat.

   This slave was really horny, and in a matter of seconds, he had grown into his almost two inch thick full nine inches. Helga was unrelenting behind diana, forcing her to keep as much of the massive meat in the back of her throat as she could. Retching, gagging, vomiting around the thick pole, her breasts covered in slimy bile and mucous, diana was crying aloud under the oral onslaught.

    “Didn’t think she could take it down her throat,” Helga remarked, watching diana suffer.

   “Would have been totally surprised if she could, Helga,” Francine agreed. “Just another area she’s lacking in. Although,............” she added, two fingers deeply probing diana’s pussy, “Judging by her wetness, I’d say she’s enjoying herself quite a bit.” Francine diddled the slick lips for a few minutes, but stopped when She sensed diana might be nearing release.

   The black meat was so far down diana’s throat, that she didn’t even have to think about swallowing it, it just shot down the back, although much of it bubbled out of her nose as her mouth was blocked.

   Helga stopped pushing diana’s head, and the slave collapsed to the ground. “Let’s go, bitch, that’s only two. You’ve got four more to go before We even begin your training.

   The broken slave crawled to the next waiting cock. This one belonged to Alfred, the oldest one there. It was a shriveled stump compared to what she had just sucked, and no matter how much she tried, it never even began to stiffen. After ten minutes of response less sucking, Francine ordered ashley to whip Alfred. It only took three or four hard strokes across his back and his little solider was at attention. The whip continued to fall, and diana was rewarded with a small dose of watery cum.

   She made her way the rest of the way around the circle, and by the time she was finished, diana was a mess, covered in cum, vomit, bile and mucous. Dirt, grass, and dried leaves stuck to her body as she lay on the ground degraded and spent.

   “This is all but hopeless, Helga,” Francine quipped. “This slave would need at least two weeks with us to really develop into a mouth whore of any value.”

   “This is true, My dear. This is true. However, all we’ve been asked to do is improve on her lack of skills, and that shouldn’t be too difficult. After all,.....she hasn’t any skills!”

   The two Dom’s looked at each other and burst out laughing. Diana started to cry, so deeply hurt by the goings on.

   “Oh look,” Francine pointed, “a whore slave with feelings!”

   That made them both laugh all the louder as they watched diana sobbing on the ground.

   “Get the fuck back up on your God damn knees, cunt. And quit your fuckin’ sob act. You’re going to learn to suck cock properly, and the lessons begin now.

   “We’ll start again with Jonathan here,” she announced slapping his cock back and forth a number of times and making it dance. “ We’ll let rebecca begin your lessons.” Jonathan didn’t flinch as she slapped his cock around, quite hard a few times as well. In fact, diana thought to herself, he seemed to revel in the attention he was receiving from his Mistress.

   The bald slave stepped into the circle and knelt alongside diana, her face mere inches from the slave’s cock. “There are really only two things you must remember,” she instructed, never taking her eyes from the drop of pre-cum seeping from the slit.  “But they are most important, and you have to focus on them and keep fixating on them whenever you perform this act.

   “First, what you are being allowed to do  is the highest privilege a Master can give you, ever. Especially if He is allowing others to watch. And if He decides to bless you with His offering, you must treat it with the utmost sanctity and respect.

   “Second, this is all about His pleasure. It is not for you that He does this, it is for Him only, which is, of course, how it should be. Him taking His pleasure and you giving it to Him. Pay attention to what His cock is doing, to any sounds He makes, tension in His body when you do something different. Read Him. If He wants a quickie, concentrate just on the things that are intense. If it’s a prolonged session, take your time and vary the intensity. Build Him up, then let H im co me down. Up and down. Up and down. Each time bringing Him a little closer, and not taking Him as far away. Basically, you must concentrate on what you are doing. Stay focused to the task and how pleased you are to be allowed to worship Him at His feet.

   “Now watch. What I have found works best is to think of it like you’re eating a soft ice cream cone on a particularly hot day, licking frantically to keep any from melting on staining your shirt. Keep your tongue moving like that the entire time. Use as much saliva as you can gather, the wetter the better and keep sucking, like sipping constantly through a straw. Never stop sucking.’

   Rebecca opened her mouth and sucked the entire penis in with a loud slurping sound. Then she didn’t move. Rather, she caressed him with her tongue, all around the shaft, enjoying the sensation of it growing and crowding her mouth. When she pulled away, a vacuum popping sound was made, and he was at his full six inches, and very pink.

   “Oh, one more thing,”rebecca added, “This spot under here, just past the ring in the glans, it’s called the frenulum, and it is the most sensitive spot on the penis.

   “Now you try it.”

   Diana looked at the saliva covered pole and emulated what she had seen, sucking it deeply in, and all the while swirling her tongue around it. Her head bobbing, diana kept up the pressure sucking steadily while she licked the frenulum with the widest part of her tongue. Right away she noticed how much harder this cock was than when she first sucked it. A quick burst of pride made her redouble her efforts, concentrating on pleasuring the slave. She kept trying to add saliva to the rigid flesh as she sucked and licked and noticed his body stiffen whenever her tongue hiot a certain spot on the underside just below the cap. Concentrating her efforts there, she was quickly rewarded by a burst of hot thick semen, which she was careful to not lose any, swallowing it all.

   “Not remarkable, or even noteworthy,” Helga dismissed the performance.

   “Although it is markedly improved from her lackluster first try, wouldn’t you have to agree,” Francine countered?

   “I’ll concede that, dear, but she has a long way to go.

   “Shaun is next, bitch, I want some energy while you pleasure his big black cock!”

   As diana positioned herself and got ready to start, rebecca admonished her, “A different technique is need here, slave. Unless you’ve learned the art of deep throating, you’ll never get even half of him into your mouth. Concentrate just on the head, slit and that sensitive frenulum. Another thing you can try to make him relax and be more receptive to cumming is this. Watch.”

   Rebecca ducked her head between the black slave’s legs and started licking his massive nut sack. Once it was covered in saliva, rebecca sucked one ball in and treated it to a tongue massage. She repeated the procedure with the other ball, and then sucked them both in at the same time. Shaun was moaning softly at the sensation.

   Gently, rebecca let the testicles skip over her lips and out of her mouth. “Very important not watch your teeth when you do that trick,” she warned her. “You must be very careful doing it.

   “Now, go ahead, and remember everything I’ve shown you.”

   With a nod, diana looked at the semi-hard shaft and saw the clear bead of pre-cum that had formed at the slit. Looking up into Shaun’s eyes, she slowly stuck her tongue out and made a big display of licking and swallowing the droplet. Then she quickly sucked him into her mouth as far as she could, remembering all too clearly the feel of his stout cock raping her throat not an hour before. Keeping her lips tight around the head, diana fondled the ring with her tongue, probing the slit as she sucked. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled away, leaving the thick rod straight up at attention. Then she started licking the soft ball sack, getting it wet all over, before opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could and sucking both balls in at once. Her mouth was stuffed, which made  it difficult for her to maneuver her tongues around to caress his cum filled balls. But she tried her best, being extra careful not to let her teeth get involved.

   A few minutes of this and she re-attacked his cock, sucking harder and flicking her tongue all around the smooth head.  He let out a loud moan  as he shot his salty load into her mouth. She couldn’t believe how much cum he produced so quickly after shooting deep down her throat a little earlier.

    Exhausted, diana sat back on her haunches. Her jaws and tongue ached, her lips were sore, her knees were in agony, and her back was stiff, and still, she had four more slaves to get off. Crawling to Alfred once again. His pathetic little penis slipped between her lips as Helga interrupted, “Let’s skip Alfred and have her do him last, when she’s most tired.”

   “Good idea, Helga,” Francine agreed. “Have her move on to Darren.”

    And so, diana did as she was told and sucked off Darren and the other two slaves, always under the watchful eye and tutelage of rebecca. Taking heed to her advice and suggestions and trying to emulate what she did.

   At long last, Alfred was all the remained, and then she would have accomplished her task, sucking off six male slaves twice. She didn’t know if she had it in her, so tired and spent was her body. And Alfred needed to be whipped to cum the first time, and even then he barely had any ejaculate at all. Her head down, diana collected her thoughts as she knelt before the aged slave.

   “What have you learned, slave,” rebecca coaxed her, rubbing diana’s shoulders. “What have you come away from this with?”

   “I.....I don’t know. I’m so sore and tired.”

   “Remember to read the man you are servicing. Then exploit that which gets him most excited.”

   Not really getting what rebecca meant, diana sucked the flaccid dick between her raw lips and started sucking, but nothing was stirring. The shriveled cock stayed just as soft as when she began, until, quite by accident, she nicked it with one of her teeth. Instantly, she sensed it harden ever so slightly. She did it again, only this time harder and intentionally, and it started to spring to life. So diana changed her tactic. Instead of cushioning the cock with her lips over her teeth, instead she bared them, raking the tender tissue and scratching it as she sucked it in and out.

   Alfred was beside himself in ecstasy. The strange elixir of pain and pleasure awakening long dormant sensations. His frail body stiffened a bit and he trembled from head to toe as he came. Only a little, but he came nevertheless. As diana pulled away, she saw that she had scratched him raw, and he was bleeding from some of the deeper cuts. Fearing retribution from the two Dom’s, diana quickly said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I was doing it so hard.”

   “Don’t apologize, slave,” Francine stopped her. “You finally are learning to do what rebecca told you. You must learn, above all else, to read the man you are serving, and to use that knowledge to bring Him to new heights of pleasure.”

   “We’re done here,” Helga announced. “Slave diana, you are to remain here for another fifteen minutes or so, and then go back down the road the way you came.

   “Ashley sheath their disgusting cocks, and make sure you buckle them tightly, they won’t be seeing the light of day for a long time.  Rebecca, re-set the chain between their legs.”

   Again the slave girls nodded in unison and answered, “Yes Mistress.”

   Their tasks completed, the two bald slave girls lead the procession out of the clearing and back down the road where they came from. No one spoke another word to diana, who stayed on her knees in the clearing watching them leave. Guessing fifteen minutes had passed, diana got up and started back down the road alone.

   The return trip was a much slower go than the walk up. Fatigued and her body aching, diana walked back to me, retracing her steps. I saw her approaching long before she saw Me or My car.

I was standing alongside the Triumph, leaning casually against the fender. The closer she got, the more battered she looked. Filthy dirty, her hair a mess, some nasty scrapes on her shins and knees.

  I moved to the grassy stretch between the ruts and blocked her progress. She stopped a few feet before me, and our eyes met. “Well,” I asked?

   Her face sagged a bit, but she knew what I was expecting. Dropping to her bruised knees, she crawled to Me and unzipped My pants. Needless to say I was already hard with anticipation.  She folded her arms behind her back and sucked Me into her mouth. In two seconds I could see a remarkable improvement in her technique. After a minute I was beyond ecstasy, and before three minutes were up, I rewarded her with a copious mouthful of cum.

   Helping her to her feet, I hugged and kissed her and taking her hand, I walked her to the passenger door. Reaching down, I picked up an oversized long sleeved shirt of mine and helped her put it on. I opened the door and held her hand as she got into the low seat. Carefully backing the TR3 out of the dirt road, I headed to a small motel I had booked for us. I allowed her the luxury of a long soak in the tub followed by a hot shower and a nap. Over dinner she recounted to Me all that had happened and all she had learned. She promised she would continue to further hone and improve her oral skills. Of course, that night and the next morning before leaving for home, she showed Me some of her new techniques. A very worthwhile weekend trip to the Berkshires.