CHAPTER 31 All In A Day's Work
After spending time serving as a breakfast cereal bowl for lizbeth, slut was
left on the table for two hours while the household went about it's business.
She could hear the droning buzz of the tattoo needle in the guest bedroom where
pig was being worked on by Miss Tawny. lizbeth cleaned up after breakfast and
was allowed to dress for the first time since the awful punishment she had
endured a few weeks earlier. slut could get a glimpse of her as she moved
around the house, cleaning and doing chores. She looked cute in the little red
shorts and matching sport bra top. slut knew the outfit had been chosen by Miss
Karen, and that lizbeth did not feel comfortable in it.
Miss Karen and amy had apparently gone to the sunroom. Slut could not hear
anything of them. henry passed through the kitchen a couple of times, fetching
a drink or snack for Miss Karen. slut wished he could climb up onto the table
and fuck her. He looked delectable in nothing but the little thong he was
wearing. Particularly the huge pouch in front and his tight, smooth ass.
She lie there, bound naked on the kitchen table, wishing to be used in some way.
Her body remained highly charged and ready for use. The humiliation she felt on
first being put in the position had long since left her, replaced only by a
wanton desire to give and, hopefully, receive sexual pleasure. She felt utterly
helpless to control her perpetual appetite for sex, and began to wonder what she
would not do at that point for an orgasm. Her ass rested in a puddle of the
copius juices that had flowed freely out of her cunt. Her nipples seemed to
have become fixed in a permanently erect state. She could only imagine what her
clit looked like, hard and red as she knew it was. She pondered what was to
become of her. The things that were to be done to her. It was all so...unreal,
but, somehow...it was better not to think. If being bound on the table was
what her owner wanted of her, she could reconcile hersef to that. It was a time
to be patient. A time to hope.
She was startled to hear the door to the guest bedroom open suddenly. This was
mainly because she had been lost inside her own mind, visualizing decadent
things. Things her old self would have abhorred. She must not have been fully
conscious, but was wide awake now, with Mistress Tawny looking down at her. She
still wore the little robe.
Miss Tawny wrinkled her nose as though she were a little girl thinking about
something ucky. She could be pretty and cute at the same time. "Has anyone
cleaned your mouth yet?"
"No, Mith Tonny.", slut answered.
lizbeth heard her Mistress calling from the kitchen. She had been cleaning the
inside glass in the sunroom under Mistress Karen's direction while henry cleaned
the outside. "You may go.", Mistress Karen said. It would have been a major
mistake for lizbeth to have reacted to the call of one Mistress while following
the instructions of the other. "Thank you, M'Lady", she answered respectfully
before hurrying off.
Tawny laughed out loud when she saw lizbeth. "Very racy, lizbeth. Just your
style!" She hadn't seen lizbeth since breakfast and was bemused by the outfit
Karen had chosen. It couldn't have been more inappropriate to lizbeth's
personality. It was perfect!
The poor creature looked a bit disheveled, and the wet spot on her crotch more
than proved Karen's genius. "What have you been doing?"
"This humble servant has been cleaning glass under Mistress Karen's guidance,
M'Lady.", lizbeth blushed.
"Well, I see it's having an effect on you. I kind of like the bouncy breasted
air head look for you. We'll have to explore that when we get home."
"Yes. M'Lady." lizbeth blanched at the thought.
"Has anyone cleaned slut's mouth yet?"
"No, M'Lady."
"See to it."
"Yes, M'Lady."
In only a few seconds lizbeth was beside slut with a bottle of Listerine.
"You'll need to hold this in your mouth now, slut.", she said. slut noted the
condescension in her voice. It was as though she were talking to a stupid
thirteen year old. slut held her mouth open just as she had when she had been a
bowl, allowing lizbeth to fill it to the brim with the antiseptic mouthwash.
"Now close your mouth and swirl it around. Be sure to wash out all of your
little nooks and crannies.", lizbeth instructed. "No swallowing."
slut could barely close her lips without spilling. Her mouth was completely
full, but she dutifully swished it around, back and forth, for what seemed an
interminable amount of time. It had gotten to the point where her mouth was
almost burning, which she supposed was a sign that it was working. Finally,
lizbeth told her to swallow. slut had never swallowed mouthwash before. She
did not want to disobey, though she knew she communicated her hesitancy by
making eye contact with lizbeth. It was with a sense of disappointment that she
felt the cloying familiarity of the cum that had coated her throat wash away
along with the Listerine.
lizbeth then retrieved slut's toothbrush and began to brush her teeth using
baking soda, which she sprinkled directly into her mouth. She was rough and
wholly disinterested in slut's comfort. Since this had never been done to her
before she assumed it was the way Mistress Tawny wanted it. Surely lizbeth would
have been gentler otherwise. It was a relief to have it over and be told to
swallow any remaining toothpaste. Finally she was given a bit of water to swirl
around as a rinse, but told to swallow it as well.
It was with a great deal of anticipation that slut noticed peripherally that
Mistress Tawny had removed her little silk robe. She didn't feel it would be
appropriate to turn and look, but so hoped for a chance to lick and suck at her
beautiful breasts. Anything would be preferable to being bound on the table for
nothing other than to be left alone and ignored. She had had enough of that.
When Miss Tawny told lizbeth to help her up onto the table slut was sure she
would be used to pleasure her beautiful pussy. The unpleasant ritual of having
her mouth sanitized made sense now...she would soon be put to use servicing Miss
Tawny! But, as she climbed over slut, she did not face toward her, but rather
away, presenting her back. Her comments to lizbeth were odd, as well. "You are
to whisper instructions into her ear quietly enough that I cannot hear you.",
she said. "Yes, M'Lady.", lizbeth replied.
"If I am satisfied, slut, I'll take you to the shower with me and show you how
to bathe me. Would you like that?"
Still somewhat perplexed, slut answered, "Yeth, M'Wady."
lizbeth pressed her lips softly against slut's right ear. She slipped her
tongue into it and swirled around slowly, causing slut to stir. Goosebumps
formed over her neck and she fought a desire to sigh. Slut knew lizbeth was
sneaking a chance to torment her, and would not betray it for the world, if she
could help it. So softly that slut could barely hear, lizbeth breathed into her
ear, "You are to learn to please M'Lady's bum now, slut. It is a favorite
diversion. If you are to gain any favor from her, you must make her happy in
this way. Blink once if you understand."
slut blinked. There were no limits. If there were, they kept shifting. So
what? She had become a urinal and now would be an ass licker. What else could
she do? She knew what would happen if she tried to refuse. Something would be
done to her until she changed her mind. Since she could think of all manner of
punishments that were much worse than what was being proposed, she knew this was
an easy choice. She could do it.
Mistress Tawny had very gracefully eased her way into position. Slut's entire
view was comprised of her pretty pussy, thighs, and the small, pink little
asshole that she was to learn how to please. slut felt the warmth emanating
from above her, and breathed in the heady aromas of a woman aroused.
lizbeth whispered again, "When you are called to her, she will present it to you
much like this. You must understand that this is a ritual rather than an act.
She is not after instant gratification. You must concentrate fully on the
privilege of giving her pleasure. When you are ready, you indicate this to her
by kissing it very gently, with your lips only, as you would a lover early in
the morning. Four seconds is adequate. Do it now."
slut swallowed, more out of determination than fear. She raised her head up
until her lips were pressed against it. She felt it react as though it had a
life of it's own, and was surprised by that. At the same moment that she had
counted out four seconds, lizbeth touched her shoulder to indicate that it was
time to break it off. slut laid her head back to await the second part of her
bizarre lesson.
"Did you feel it contract, then return to you?", lizbeth asked. slut blinked
once in reply.
"Good. Now she will lower it until you can kiss it without raising your head.
So, you must not raise your head to meet it, but wait until it just barely
touches your lips. When it does, you should kiss it warmly and repeatedly, as
though you are anxious to make it feel welcome. Do not use your tongue."
slut blinked once in acknowledgement. She looked up to see Mistress Tawny
spreading her cheeks just before lowering herself down over slut's face. When
it touched her lips, she began kissing it warmly, closing her eyes and
concentrating on making the little creature feel welcome. She half wondered why
she was coping with this so well. Rather than trying to imagine herself in a
different situation just to get through the current one, she seemed to be, well,
relishing the act of kissing Mistress Tawny's asshole. It couldn't have been
the result of the neglect she had suffered over the past few hours. But, what
was it? She mentally admonished herself for allowing her mind to wander from
the performance of her mouth, and hoped the lapse hadn't been noticed. A
fleeting memory of the times she had simply gone through the motions when having
sex with her husband passed through her mind. She didn't feel that way at all.
She just, she just wanted to please. In any way she could. Even if it meant,
well...
"When she raises herself up slightly it will be your sign to move on to more
aggressive kissing. She will rise up a bit, then lower again. At that time you
will beging to kiss it using an opened mouth, lightly touching your tongue to
the center and periodically tracing the tip of your tongue around it's outer
ring.", lizbeth whispered enthusiastically. She hadn't anticipated being a
tutor to slut in this way, but her student was reacting much better than she
might have expected. "This is a period of teasing; of trying to convince your
reluctant lover to allow you to fuck her. This teasing will progress very
slowly. It may last ten minutes or an afternoon."
slut continued kissing Miss Tawny's lively little asshole while listening
attentively to lizbeth's instructions. It was so...decadent! She felt as
though her nipples and clitoris would burst of their own accord, and had begun
to breath more heavily with each passing second. She thought about her
throbbing, wet cunt, displayed so shamelessy for Miss Tawny. She knew her
freakishly long clit would be fully exposed, like a little penis, and that there
was no concealing her arousal. A quick wave of embarassment washed over her.
Who would become excited by this? What kind of...deviant whore...would enjoy
this? Deviant whore? Is that what she thought of herself? Again, she
admonished herself for getting distracted by her own thoughts, hoping the break
in her concentration hadn't been noticed. Miss Tawny raised herself up a
bit...but just an inch...was this?
"Yes, now open your mouth and tease your little friend.", lizbeth whispered.
Slut was gratified that she had progressed to another stage. It at least meant
she was doing well enough to get by. She needed to concentrate, though. It was
all so...subtle. The signals. She needed to pay attention. She became aware
of how hot she was, and noticed the perspiration beading up on Miss Tawny's
thighs. slut pushed her tongue out reluctantly, suddenly unsure of herself and
what was happening. She couldn't afford to have doubts now. Tentatively, she
touched it to the hot center of Miss Tawny's puckered pink hole. It tasted like
it smelled; not nasty but not at all appealing either. What did she expect?
She looked down over her nose to see how it seemed to tighten, pulling away from
her tongue. She thought that was cute, and realized how appropriate lizbeth's
descriptions seemed. It was a shy little thing, and she wanted it badly. She
pushed her tongue forward again, more assertively. She flipped it lightly
against the center, tickling it. She looked to see that it had retreated again.
lizbeth could see that slut was beginning to understand this part of the game.
"Good!", she whispered. "Coax it. It doesn't want to leave you, but it doesn't
want to give in just yet!"
Emboldened by her friend's encouragement, slut tried flickering the very tip of
her tongue on the outside bottom edge of the anal ring. She noted that it did
not contract, and so flicked her tongue all around the outside edge, imagining
that she was tickling and teasing it. She continued this for several minutes,
sensing she had done what was wanted and was on the right track. "Try again.
See if it will come closer.", lizbeth finally breathed into slut's ear.
She tried reducing the circle around which she was flicking rather than going
direclty for the center. Soon she had worked the tip of her tongue to the mid
point and was swirling it around in both directions, stopping only for a second
or two to look at the reaction she was getting. Then, she placed the tip just
above it, outside the ring, and slowly, so slowly, glided it down, down down,
waiting for a contraction that would tell her to stop. Finally it reached the
center and stayed there momentarily before dragging itself slowly down over the
opposite side and out again.
lizbeth was watching closely, craning her neck and straining her eyes to get a
view of her student's progress. "It is considering letting you now. You
mustn't let it get away at this point or you'll need to start all over again.
Work back to the center and keep your tongue around the center. You may begin
to press into it very, very gently. You're simply showing it what you want, and
hinting at how good it will feel."
slut followed the guidance and soon was pushing saliva up her tongue to dampen
the little hole so that she could then blow softly on it. She thought that
would feel nice, as well. She did try pushing lightly against the center, and
perceived a certain willingness to accept her. There was no longer any
withdrawal or puckering, but an open presence not unlike the teenage girl who
lowers her arms to allow her pursuer free access to her charms.
slut spent what she thought must have been ten or fifteen minutes working the
center of Miss Tawny's asshole, coaxing it to the point that it would ask her to
penetrate it. That was how lizbeth characterized it, anyway. She had said that
when it moved closer to her mouth, it was ready to be breached, but just a bit
at first. It wanted to feel what it would be like before it committed to full
penetration. It was a virgin, she had said. Every time, it was a reluctant
virgin.
By the time slut did sense a bit of movement toward her, she was wondering how
long her tongue would hold out. It was beginning to tingle. This was nothing
like the cocksucking she so loved. That was more sucking than this. She
supposed with lots of practice her endurance could be built up, but the
sensation in her tongue usually led to cramping and fatigue whenever she felt
something similar in other areas of her body.
She pushed the tip of her tongue gently against the center and was rewarded when
it opened just the slightest bit, allowing her to get the tip just inside for a
bit before it withdrew and puckered up again. slut reached out with her tongue
again, to swirl it around the cute little pink hole. She coaxed it into coming
closer. It had to know she was persistent. She pushed into the center again
and was accepted more fully now. Slut guessed the tip of her tongue had made it
all the way through.
"Very good.", lizbeth whispered. "It will soon find that it loves being
penetrated, and it will open fully for you. It is then that you must curl your
tongue into a tube and hold it rigid, as the creature prefers to fuck itself on
you. It will control the pace. Understand?"
slut blinked and wiggled her tongue a bit. It opened a bit more and moved
closer. She was tempted to thrust all the way in, but knew that following her
newfound mentor's guidance would be the safest path. She felt so hot. Mistress
Tawny was gripping her firmly on her inner thighs now, making them burn with
pain. Slut groaned softly, overcome by denial, desire, and pain.
"It seems as though your student is enjoying her lesson, lizbeth.", Mistress
Tawny observed casually.
"Yes, M'Lady."
"You are teaching her well."
"Yes, thanks to M'Lady."
slut felt the ring around her tongue loosen and move down slowly over the length
of it. This was unexpected. It was not what lizbeth had said would happen, or
at least not what slut had interpreted. She became a bit concerned when the
descent did not stop. slut's nose was pressed flat against Miss Tawny's
backside as her tongue pushed further and further up the tight little hole.
Soon she felt as though she might be smothered, with her entire face covered by
the beautiful woman's mahogany flesh.
"It has accepted you!", lizbeth whispered enthusiastically. "Now flatten out
your tongue and twist it around a bit, to reward it's new lover."
slut did so, imagining how good it must feel. The grip on her thighs tightened.
"Tell me, lizbeth, what has caused that wet spot on your crotch?" Miss Tawny
sounded as though she were commenting on the weather to a friendly neighbor.
lizbeth was taken aback, but responded quickly.
"It is the result of my efforts to please Mistress Karen, M'Lady.", she replied
calmly.
Mistress Tawny began rotating her hips, grinding her backside into slut's mouth.
"Did she rub your cunt?"
"No, M'Lady."
"Did she cause someone to rub your cunt?"
"No, M'Lady."
"Did she have you rub your cunt on something?"
"No, M'Lady."
"Hmm. What, then, caused you to come to me in such a shameless condition?"
Tawny began to rock slowly forward and back, enjoying the full penetration of
slut's tongue up her ass. She was more than pleased with the results of the new
combination of drugs Karen was trying. Neither lizbeth nor slut were aware that
the cocktail had been added to their respective breakfasts. If they were, they
didn't appear to be alarmed in any way. Tawny surmised that it would be useful
for the government to have such tools at their disposal. Karen's intelligence
career had been helpful in many ways.
The girls were both highly aroused, and slut was making love to her ass with
enthusiasm. By the look of her distended clit and dripping cunt, she was
probably willing to do anything at that point. If the idea was to create a high
level of sexual compliance without arousing suspicion, Tawny thought the drugs
were an unqualified success. She briefly thought of who she might know that
could reverse engineer a sample so she could begin producing it herself. That
would be a good thing.
slut was apprehensive when Mistress Tawny's questioning of lizbeth began.
lizbeth had repositioned herself to answer the questions and was no longer
coaching her. slut was freelancing, but felt that she had gained enough of an
understanding of the process to fully satisfy the cute little anus that had
become the focus of all of her attention. She would push her tongue deeply into
it each time it came down, then flatten her tongue out, swirling it around
quickly on the upstroke. As it came off her tongue, she lapped hungrily at it
until it slowly came back down to be penetrated again. slut was short of
breath, hot, horny, and not at all self conscious of the loud slurping and wet
smacking noises she was making as she ministered to the Mistress's luscious ass.
"This humble servant is unsure how to answer her Mistress.", lizbeth finally
replied after a long pause. She had no idea why she was so wet.
"I've not known of you to leak like a wanton whore. Have you become a wanton
whore?"
"No, M'Lady." lizbeth answered in a sullen tone. She was a proper British
housemaid!
"But if you've been doing nothing but cleaning glass for Karen in your racy
little red outfit, which is very american, I might add, how could you be so
wet?" Tawny simply wanted to be sure lizbeth had no clue she had been drugged.
She got her answer in the tears that welled up on the poor maid's eyes.
"This...humble servant does not know, M'Lady."
"Well then. Maybe it's time to downgrade you. I'm sure Tiffany and Buffy would
enjoy your company."
Lizbeth's cunt throbbed for attention. Her nipples were hard, and the wet spot
continued to spread down over her inner thighs. She was humiliated. Mistress's
talk of reassigning her to be one of the pleasure slaves was a shock. Surely
she wasn't serious!
"Yes, M'Lady.", lizbeth whimpered. "Always be agreeable to every suggestion",
her training had dictated.
"We could pump up your titties and pierce and tattoo you and let you live a very
simple life. Wouldn't you like that?"
"If it pleased M'Lady.", lizbeth sighed. Why was she so bloody horny?
"Which reminds me, we need to choose a name for your little asslicking friend
here. "slut" just isn't appropriate, is it?"
"No, M'Lady."
"Let's see...there's "Trixie". We don't have one of those. Or maybe "Amber".
We don't have an "Amber". I know! How about Britney?"
Mistress Tawny never really asked lizbeth her opinion. "If it pleases M'Lady."
"I like it. Britney. It's a proper whore's name. Don't you think Britney will
just love being in my stable of whores?"
"Yes, M'Lady. Surely she will." lizbeth was relieved Mistress Tawny's
attention had turned away from her, at least for the moment.
"Wouldn't it be wonderful to be nothing more than a fuck toy?"
"Yes, M'Lady." lizbeth could be agreeable without agreeing. The bimbos
Mistress kept as her "House Whores" were nothing but depraved nymphomaniacs who
suffered long periods of denial and abuse. lizbeth would do almost anything to
avoid becoming one. She enjoyed her proximity to her owner. Everyone knew
proximity meant more valued use and more frequent rewards. The House Whores
were merely an entertainment tool. lizbeth, as part of Mistress's personal
staff, enjoyed a much higher status. lizbeth had known from the moment she had
first seen slut that she would ultimately end up as one of the whores. What
lizbeth couldn't know was that slut had been chemically treated for months to
ensure that her sexuality was brought forth to the degree that it was now the
primary aspect of her personality. She did not know that whores were created
rather than found.
"And it's been...how long since you were rewarded?"
Her owner was rocking back onto slut's face with considerable force now. It was
something lizbeth had intended to warn slut about, but hadn't gotten to it. It
looked and sounded as though slut was doing fine, what with Mistress's soft
moans and the loud slurping coming from between her cheeks.
"It has been some weeks, M'Lady." lizbeth said hopefully.
"Well. Maybe your cunt has simply reached the point of desperation?"
"Yes, M'Lady."
"Is that your reason?"
"Yes, M'Lady."
"So, you have a huge wet spot on those sexy little shorts simply because your
cunt has gotten the better of you. I see."
lizbeth was concerned and confused. She didn't know what she would have said if
given the opportunity. Lacking any other explanation, she supposed it was as
good a characterization as any other. She really didn't know why she was so
much hornier than usual.
"Go to Karen now and report that your cunt has taken control of you."
Lizbeth's heart began to race. This was not good for her. Not at all. Her
voice quavered, "Yes, M'Lady.", and she moved off quickly toward the sunroom.
Tawny didn't typically play such mind games with her personal staff. The fact
that lizbeth was completely unaware that her horniness was chemically induced
created a fine opportunity to toy with her a bit. Then again, the enjoyment she
was getting out of having her asshole eaten and probed with such enthusiasm
might have prompted a bit of mischief. She watched lizbeth scurry toward the
sunroom and an unknown fate, then began to grind herself down onto slut's hot
mouth.
Karen chose to ignore lizbeth for a while, even though she presented herself
adequately and held her position well. She was requesting to speak, holding her
hand over her mouth as they all are trained. Karen knew she wouldn't move so
quickly into the room with a request to speak unless she had been told to. They
rarely had occasion, other than emergencies, to speak without being spoken to
first. Karen knew Tawny had sent her in with something to say, and it would do
nothing but increase pressure on the haughty slave to make her wait.
The wet spot had grown considerably, and lizbeth's nipples were harder now than
they had been before she had been called out of the room a few minutes earlier.
Karen liked the way she looked in the little red shorts and top, and knew the
arrogant bitch hated the indignity of being made to dress that way. She would
break her of that when she got back. She would do a lot of things when she got
back. It was becoming more and more of a burden to think about her imminent
departure. It had been a summer to remember, but most of her extended breaks
over the past ten years had been exciting in some way. She wondered what it
would be like to be free to pursue life in the way Tawny did.
She watched henry. He was working very hard at removing every blemish on the
outside of the sunroom glass. He had been a good choice. Tawny did have taste.
It was always useful to have a male around, and henry possessed all of the right
assets to ensure that he was a pleasure to have around. Karen pondered what
kind of a show he could put on with another man. Tawny had said he was equally
enthusiastic on both ends of the spectrum and everywhere in between. It make
Karen horny to watch men have sex. A lot of things made her horny, and most of
them were not in the mainstream.
amy gave a great backrub. Karen had been enjoying a thorough neck and shoulder
massage for forty minutes or so, and she didn't seem to be letting up at all.
It was heavenly, but she would need a break soon. No need to be cruel to the
ones you love, Karen thought. Maybe lizbeth should give amy a backrub for a
while.
Just as Karen was about to acknowledge lizbeth, she heard the distinctive tone
of her encrypted cellphone. A call from either headquarters or the training
team was not good. She rose and trotted quickly to her bedroom to retrieved the
phone.
A heavily digitized voice identified itself as "forty - one", which was a relief
to Karen. She pictured him as a sandy-haired young fellow. His name was Gene,
or maybe George. He was the training team member responsible for tracking"
persons of interest", as they had been identified by Karen for purposes of her
"training" mission. The frigate that slut's ex-husband was aboard had developed
some sort of unspecified trouble and had been heading home for three days. It
would make port by tomorrow afternoon. Karen acknowledged the information and
signed off. She sighed heavily. Though this would cause her to implement a
contingency plan, it was not a problem other than that it generally affected her
last few days with Tawny.
She returned to the kitchen where her friend was enjoying being reamed by slut's
eager tongue. Karen smiled. Once she had unleashed the wanton whore inside the
former wife and schoolteacher, who knew where it would end? The little cocktail
of experimental drugs had served their purpose. Slut had become an enthusiastic
ass licker in only a few minutes. That was the kind of progress Karen could
appreciate. Pity all the fun had to be cut short.
