JENNIFER Part 5
Sylvia was very businesslike when she returned, quickly untying my legs and
releasing the handcuffs and I had a brief thought of running but dismissed it
immediately. I had no clothes and no identification, credit cards, nothing! I
was their prisoner.
"Get dressed," she snapped, almost a little distracted and I winced as I slipped
the maids uniform back on, complete with stockings, shoes and the stupid little
hat. Head down, sullen, wincing with the pain in my bottom and my pussy, I
followed her out the door, Jared watching football replays on the sofa ignored
us as we left.
Dressed in the ridiculous maid's uniform and still embarrassingly naked under it
I followed Sylvia to her apartment. So much had happened in the past day, my
life had changed and I worried I was in real danger with these two. I knew that
this wasn't a consensual game any more, I was their object to play with and I
had no choice.
Sylvia ordered me to strip and rubbed her hand gently over my pussy. There was
no doubt I was getting squishy again and I wondered how that could happen? I
just had been fisted and had the best orgasm of my life, shouldn't I be
satisfied? Was I really as submissive as they said?
"Don't forget to shave tomorrow morning. If my brother finds any hint of
stubble, he'll pull it out with tweezers. Quite uncomfortable, I can assure
you." I must have gaped at her in shock as she laughed at my expression. "You
didn't twig we are brother and sister? My dear little slut, you aren't very
observant, we share many physical characteristics and many psychological ones as
well."
My hands were handcuffed behind me and nervously I watched as she poured a drink
from a decanter. "We experimented together, of course, but we are both terribly
strong minded so we just weren't compatible. Now we share our subs, keep them in
the family as it were." Brother and sister! My mind raced, I could see the
similarities now she had told me and fear bubbled in my head.
Sylvia cupped her drink in her hands and watched me, those cold eyes inspecting
me. "Jarred tells me you've managed to avoid bisexual encounters, you are
terribly heterosexual but I can change that. I'm going to enjoy teaching you to
taste my cunt." I shuddered at her words. Put my mouth against her down there? I
couldn't do it.
"I had a male sub that I rather enjoyed using and he did enjoy being used by me
as well but he drew the line at sucking Jared's cock. Let's just say he didn't
approach it with the same enthusiasm you seem to have for it." I blushed at her
words, remembering she had me on video doing exactly that. "Jarred knocked the
sub's teeth out and it was amazing how his enthusiasm increased. He became
rather adept at it so I'm told before we sold him off." Sylvia put the drink
down on the table with a sharp noise. "You will use your tongue on me, slut, you
will be enthusiastic and after watching you beg my brother to suck him, I'm
rather looking forward to hearing you beg to lick me. And you will beg, slut,
one way or the other, you will beg!"
Humiliation washed over me at her words and the realisation that I had
completely lost control of the entire situation. These two could really hurt me
and I understood I had no choices any more. Lost in these thoughts, head
swimming, I stood naked with my head bowed and waited.
Sylvia tilted my chin up so her cold eyes could lock on mine. "And you will beg,
won't you?" she demanded and I trembled at the harshness and the menace in her
words. "
"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, trembling in her grasp.
"I thought you just might," she smiled and started to walk to the bedroom.
"Follow me, slut," she said over her shoulder as she unbuttoned her suit jacket.
Sylvia kicked off her shoes and led me to her large bed, forcing me to sit on
the edge of it. Nervously I watched her as she slipped her skirt off, tossed it
away and sat next to me in her black slip. "A little lesson is in need, I
think," she smiled. "Open your legs," she suddenly snapped and I did, exposing
my pussy to her, feeling my arousal, my wetness in spite of myself. "I expect
you to approach my cunt with a certain grace," she murmured, her fingers tracing
circles on my inner thighs, sending little jolts to my stomach. "Imagine this
finger is a tongue, watch and learn."
That finger was teasing me, lightly touching me, tracing my lips and just
caressing my clit so I was panting with need. Put it in, I silently begged, push
your finger in! "Nice, isn't it?" she suddenly snapped. "On your knees," Sylvia
said, peeling her slip off and I looked up from my new position on the floor, my
wrists contained behind me by the handcuffs, to find my eyes level with her
bushy pussy. She has hair, I jealously thought, she has hair while I'm not
allowed!
I looked up past her breasts in a black lace bra to her cold eyes and
humiliation surged through me. I couldn't do it, I mean, put my mouth down
there? Sylvia sat on the bed, legs apart and laid bag, her head on a large
pillow. "Well?" she demanded and, face red, I slowly leaned forward, my tongue
inching from my mouth. I felt her fingers in my hair before I saw her move; her
hand pulling my face up and she viciously slapped my face with the other. My
ears were ringing; my face stinging and tears fell from my eyes as I yelped in
surprise. "Typical bimbo slut!" she spat. "You can't hold an instruction in that
stupid little brain! Beg!" Sylvia screamed at me and I flinched in terror.
"Please Ma'am," I said frantically in case she slapped me again, "please can I
lick you?"
She slapped me again. "Lick me where, slut?"
"Please Ma'am," I begged, crying, "Can I like your cunt? Please."
She smiled and slapped me again. "Beautiful cunt, get it?"
I was a mess, sobbing and my entire face hurt. "Please Ma'am," I sobbed,
gulping, "can I lick your beautiful cunt?"
"At last," Sylvia said, leaning back, spreading her legs and I quickly leaned
forward, my tongue licking her thighs. I could smell her and I closed my eyes to
avoid looking at her pussy, all wet and gaping. "Open your eyes, bitch!" I
quickly opened them and realising I had no choice, began to lick another woman's
pussy. It was so degrading, so humiliating but I was so terrified of this woman
and her brother, I would do anything. Embarrassingly, I found myself becoming
even more aroused by the intense humiliation.
My jaws and tongue was aching with the strain, she seemed to take ages and ages
until, and finally she came, pulling my face right into her wet cunt, rubbing
her clit against my nose as she came with loud moans and sighs.
Sylvia laughed at the sight of my face, which was wet from my tears and her
juices. Stripping her bra off, she walked naked to the bathroom. "Come along
slut," she called and I struggled to my feet to follow her. The shower was
running and I stood there uncertainly, hands still handcuffed behind me,
waiting, looking longingly at the toilet. "Want to go?" she said and I nodded
slowly.
Sylvia flicked the toilet seat up and, suddenly, I realised she expected me to
go in front of her. I had no choice, I need to go and, flushing with shame, I
sat and began to pee while Sylvia laughed softly.
When I had finished, I managed to flush and stood there while Sylvia soaped
herself in the shower. A crooked finger beckoned me and I joined her and she
began to wash me, her fingers rubbing over me, soaping my breasts and my pussy.
Her expert fingers teased and played with me and soon I was begging to come but
she coldly denied me.
After the shower, she made a show of clicking another tag to my collar. Now, I
had two, 'Jared's Slut' and the new one, 'Sylvia's Pet'.
I licked her again that night after begging her frantically and then she allowed
me to crawl into bed with her but cruelly denied any relief for me. That night,
for the first time, I slept with my hands still handcuffed behind me.
