by Ella Ford
“Now, tonight we’re going to have a small competition. As you may have noticed, I have turned on your machines. A gentle opener, to whet the appetite. As the night goes on, I will gradually increase the speed of vibration, whipping you into a frenzy. But you must learn to control yourselves and suppress your orgasm, for the winner of this particular competition will be the girl who comes last!” Ms. Klein let this sink in for a few moments. “And the prize, I hear you ask? Well, the winner will get to eat my pussy. I think that should provide sufficient motivation, don’t you?”
The girls replied, breathlessly, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good, then let’s begin.” Once again, she flicked the dials on the devices, cranking up the vibration by an imperceptible yet not insignificant amount.
Nikki felt the change in the speed as a wave washing over her body. Her body had slowly become accustomed to the initial setting, taking the pleasure and riding it without ever letting it carry her away. When the speed changed, that familiarity was washed away and she felt the warmth building inside her once again. Her mind was filled with hungry intent. She longed to drop a hand to her pussy and rub her throbbing clit. She longed to reach across and touch Kaitlyn, caress her soft skin, her silky hair.
She gathered herself, pushing back her undisciplined thoughts to concentrate only on the pulsing vibration within her. In time, she learned the rhythm, adapted to the constant stimulation. She glanced across at Kaitlyn and found her undergoing the same struggle. Once again, her hands were massaging her tits and her face was strained with concentration.
They endured this for five long minutes, then Ms. Klein mischievously started making exaggerated motions with her fingers across the dials and buttons of the control units. Nikki and Kaitlyn readied themselves, eyes held shut. The speed changed, faster now, different. A more intense vibration mixed with a hint of rotation.
Nikki gasped as she felt the length swirl around her pussy, pressing on the soft walls and transferring its strong vibration to her clit. She reached out a hand and grabbed Kaitlyn’s upper arm, desperate to steady herself. Kaitlyn did the same, her head bowed forward spilling her long blonde hair between them in a honey cascade.
“Oh, God!” cried Nikki, panting heavily. She struggled to find a comfortable place in the relentless motion of the shaft within her. The intense feelings washing over her only increased, there was seemingly no plateau. She thought it might be getting away from her, that she might lose control. Then suddenly, it evened off, a constant warmth radiating out of her pussy to her belly and limbs. She sighed, her breath coming in slow, sharp gasps. Her skin was slick with sweat, as was Kaitlyn’s. Nikki glanced across and saw the other girl throw her head back as she fought to control the raging fever. Nikki gripped her arm, desperate to calm the girl. Slowly, excruciatingly, she too found the rhythm, her body rocking backwards and forwards. She swept her hand through her long hair, tossing it behind her and flashed a smile at Nikki, face glistening in the dim light.
Ms. Klein smiled, “Very good girls. I can tell that you must be very eager to please your mistress. How about we find out just how eager you are?” She flicked the dial once again.
Nikki felt the vibration change once more, no longer constant but coming in rhythmic pulses. Strong bursts of intensity followed by low humming. The rotation continued, wider this time, pushing harder on her tired hole. Each pulse sent waves of pleasure through Nikki, electrifying her body. She tensed, seeing that point of no return that her body craved looming up on the horizon. She was filled with the urge to run towards it, to embrace it, to release herself into the energy of the climax and let it take her body where it wanted. Her other hand reached out for Kaitlyn, grabbing the back of her neck. She pulled her close, mouth’s inches apart. She held her there, relishing the warmth of her short breaths on her face. Her face radiated heat, she seemed lost in her own struggle and barely noticed Nikki.
Nikki kissed her, no tender preamble now, she pressed their mouths together with a savage hunger. Kaitlyn parted her mouth, her tongue darted out to meet Nikki’s and they dueled together for endless seconds. Nikki probed forward, licking Kaitlyn’s mouth, her cheeks, her nose. She craved the salty taste of the girl’s sweat, drank the warmth of her arousal inside herself. Kaitlyn’s hands rose to Nikki’s breasts, roughly massaging the tender flesh.
Her mind raced. She was close now. The touch of the other girl and the relentless rhythm within her pussy threatened to push her over the edge. She struggled to retain focus, thought only of her mistress and the sweet taste of her warm lips. She longed for this, longed to be allowed to please her. But the very thought of this pushed her closer. The erotic energy of Ms. Klein’s being inflaming her desires, washing over her and compounding the pleasure she already felt.
Too late, she realised that she had lost control of this raging bull. She fought valiantly to regain her grip, but it was lost now, a matter of seconds before she was cast aside. She squeezed her thighs once more, afraid to embrace the climax, yet more afraid that she might lose its wonderful intensity.
It struck her, instantaneous and violent. The peak of her arousal filled her body, spreading like wildfire down her arms, her legs, her fingers and toes. She threw her head back, unable to control her motions, a puppet on the strings of her desires. Her body rocked, she screamed, falling forwards onto Kaitlyn.
Distantly, she was aware of Kaitlyn succumbing as well. The girl tensed against her, pulling her inwards, her skin slippery and wet as it pressed against Nikki’s. A fleeting thought rose through the maelstrom to flash into her mind: Did I win?
The monstrous cacophony between her legs ceased. She collapsed into Kaitlyn’s arms, her body limp with exertion. She rested her head on her shoulder, breathing deeply and drinking in the scent of the other girl’s soft hair and sweat.
Mistress finally spoke, “Let’s call it a draw!”
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Ms. Klein allowed the girls a time to recover. She rose and left the room, leaving her maids to gather themselves before the main course. Nikki forced her body into action, pulling herself up off the device, shuddering at the emptiness that its absence caused. Kaitlyn was doing the same, her hair was wild and unruly, sticking to her damp forehead and cheeks in curled locks. Nikki thought she looked wonderful, glowing with fulfillment and satisfaction. She longed to touch her body, to taste her.
They placed the devices to one side and fussed over themselves for ten minutes. They straightened their stockings, recovered shoes that were tossed aside in their orgasmic thrashings and wiped away smudged lipstick. Nikki helped Kaitlyn fix her hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail. Kaitlyn did the same for her.
Satisfied that they were ready for their mistress, the two girls returned to the rug and knelt there.
Half an hour passed and Ms. Klein finally returned. She was naked now, her toned body lithe and graceful as she confidently stepped back into the room. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders, not held up in her usual serious bun. She looked quite beautiful Nikki thought, delicate and demure, not stern and businesslike as she typically would be during their sessions. Nikki eyed her hungrily, she longed to worship this elegant woman, longed to taste her, to touch her perfect skin.
The mistress approached her maids, crouching before them and stroking their cheeks. Her eyes were filled with love and burned with desire. Her behaviour was very different from normal, Nikki noticed, yet lost the thought in the tender gaze of her owner. Leaning forward, Ms. Klein kissed each girl in turn. The kiss was neither rough nor probing, it didn’t demand anything. Their lips touched for the briefest of moments. Nikki’s heart melted. She felt such devotion to this strange woman, such a strong feeling of wanting her and needing to be wanted in return.
Ms. Klein turned and walked to the corner sofa. She sat with her back against the cushions in the corner of the L, pulling her legs up and spreading them open. Her pussy was smooth, like those of her maids, the damp flesh glistened in the low lighting. She parted her lips with her finge
rs, playfully caressing her clit, never taking her eyes off the kneeling girls.
She beckoned them forwards, seductive eyes signalling her intent. They crawled across the room, hypnotised by her stare. Kaitlyn took the mistress’ foot in her hand and lowered her mouth to the soft skin. With glacial precision she kissed the soft curve of her arch, drew her tongue across the tips of her toes. Her mouth moved to her ankle and began its slow ascent up the smooth leg.
Nikki was more bold. She reached the sofa and pulled herself onto the cushion beside Ms. Klein’s exposed body. She leaned forwards, never breaking eye contact with her owner. Their mouths met in a tender kiss, soft and fleeting as before. She closed her eyes, and let her lust guide her, feeling her way across Ms. Klein’s lips with her tongue, gauging her responses. Nikki’s hand brushed across the older woman’s perky breasts, felt the aching hardness of her nipples on her finger tips. She settled there for a while, playfully rolling the hard nub between her thumb and forefinger. Her kisses were harder now, provoking a response from Ms. Klein. She moaned beneath her, body arching into the soft sofa.
Nikki felt Ms. Klein gasp suddenly. Glancing behind her, she saw that Kaitlyn had reached her destination. The new maid had lifted Ms. Klein’s legs onto her shoulders and buried her face deep into her pussy. As she watched, Kaitlyn glanced upwards, her quizzical eyes demanding confirmation, reassurance from her teacher and mistress that her actions were appropriate. Nikki nodded and smiled, and turned back to continue her kiss.
Ms. Klein writhed now, bending her legs and dragging her bare heels up Kaitlyn’s back. Her tongue greedily probed Nikki’s mouth, lapping at her lips and face. Nikki responded by squeezing her breasts, massaging the small tits in her firm grasp. With her other hand, she gripped Ms. Klein’s head, locking their mouths together. Nikki had never been this forceful and controlling with her mistress before, never manipulated and restrained her this way. The thought thrilled her. Her time dominating Kaitlyn had introduced her to different side of herself, a side that craved to possess rather than be possessed. Her free hand fell to her own pussy, felt the familiar warmth of her wet lips. It set to work, rubbing and pressing her swollen clit, ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, heightening already aroused senses.
Through the hazy fog of her lustful trance she heard Kaitlyn’s moans mixing with Ms. Klein’s and her own. Dirty minx, she thought from somewhere else.
She suddenly felt Ms. Klein’s tongue harden. Her body tensed and her arms grabbed at Nikki. From below, Kaitlyn gasped as Ms. Klein’s thighs held her head tightly, pulling her deeper into her warmth. The energy of Ms. Klein’s orgasm surged through all three of them, spilling out of her mouth, her pussy, from the very pores of her skin. Nikki felt it as a distant tremor, building in strength and filling her body with frantic energy. She wailed, never wanting the moment to end, never wanting Ms. Klein to let her go, and then her mind shattered into a billion pieces as the orgasm broke over her.
“Oh. My God!” she wailed, head thrashing back and forth at the unrelenting intensity. The heat in her body. The warm flesh beneath her. The thrill of submission and the power of dominance. She was lost to it all, drowning in a bottomless ocean, never wanting to surface, never wanting respite.
Epilogue
It was late and Nikki was unable to sleep. She lay alongside Kaitlyn in the maid’s bed, snug against her back as the other girl dozed. Nikki pulled her close, her arm wrapping around her body and cupping her naked breast. She sighed, craving sleep yet unable to quiet her fitful mind.
For the last few weeks, since Kaitlyn’s probation ended, Nikki’s thoughts had been alive with unfamiliar thoughts. As the training period ended, she’d slipped back into her role as maid easily, welcoming the return to servitude and obedience. She and Kaitlyn worked well together, their electric sexual chemistry bringing the mistress to heights of rapture on an almost daily basis. Yet Nikki found herself wanting more.
She dutifully followed Ms. Klein’s directions during their sessions, but found herself eyeing Kaitlyn with covetous eyes. She fantasised about what it would be like to own her, to take her and possess every aspect of her being. What it would be like to direct her for her own pleasure, having the girl act out her every sordid whim?
She knew that this was wrong. She was a submissive. Her nature was to submit, not to dominate. If Ms. Klein knew that she was having these thoughts, then she would surely punish her, or cast her out completely. Yet it was Ms. Klein herself who had set this compulsion in motion. In giving her the month with Kaitlyn, giving her the taste of such power, she had ignited something within her.
The seed had taken root in her mind, germinating in the heat of their passion and flowering uncontrollably until its wispy tendrils crawled across every thought, every waking moment tinged by this lustful urge for control.
She cast it aside, pushed it deep within her. She pulled Kaitlyn closer in the bed, concentrating only on the clean smell of her hair or the soft beating of her heart. She willed herself into sleep.
Yet still the thought remained. Slowly, unstoppably, she formulated a plan.
THE END
Girls in Training
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
“Ladies. Welcome to SubAir Academy. You are the top 1% of all airline stewardesses, the elite, the best of the best. We’ll make you better. During the next two weeks you will be tested in ways that you’ve never been tested before.”
Jenny Jones’ first day at SubAir Academy began with these rousing words. Jenny flushed with pride and looked around the room. Fourteen other girls, all seated at individual desks of the kind you might find in a high school classroom. All dressed in exactly the same way - crisp, white blouse and red neck scarf; bright red blazer and tight pencil skirt; tan nylon stockings and shiny, red stiletto heels. The distinctive uniform of SubAir Airlines. Each girl sat perfectly upright, attention focused on the speaker. Jenny studied the man standing at the front of the room. He was tall and broad, in his mid-forties she judged and carried his age well. He wore a casual shirt, unbuttoned at the collar with no tie, sleeves rolled up to the elbows of this thick arms. Despite his size, his voice was precise and deliberate, speaking in an accent that suggested a decent upbringing. Jenny considered him handsome, and admired the confident way he addressed the room.
“SubAir is different to other airlines. You’ll be expected to go above and beyond, satisfying your passengers’ every desire. While airborne, you will be perfectly obedient, willing to serve, eager to satisfy. You will be asked to do things that may disturb you, that you may not agree with, but you will do them anyway because the needs of your passengers will be your only concern. If you don’t think this is for you, if you don’t think that you are capable of offering your complete obedience, then this is not the job for you. Please leave my classroom.”
He paused, daring any of the girls to take his offer. Jenny glanced around, but none of the other girls moved. She wasn’t surprised by this. Being selected to work at SubAir was considered the greatest honour in the airline industry, and the girls in this room represented the cream of the crop. Jenny herself, at only twenty two, had been the youngest cabin crew leader in the history of her former employer. She’d crewed every flight going - from the overcrowded, economy short-hauls; to the most private VIP flights - treating every single one of her passengers with the same friendly smile and attentive attitude. Never once did she complain about an over-eager businessman having one too many gins and grabbing her ass as she walked past. It was part of the job, she was there to serve and Jenny genuinely loved to serve.
When she’d received the call from SubAir inviting her to attend SubAir Academy, she didn’t need to think twice about accepting. She’d resigned from her job the very next morning and started dreaming of the day she could give herself over completely to a job that valued servitude and obedience over all else.
“Good. All still here. Then let’s get down to business. My name is Principal Stafford and I’
ll be spending the next few weeks getting you ready for your first flight. You’ll attend classes on every aspect of your job - you’ll be taught by experts in every field, from cocktail mixers to Vegas hookers. You’ll be pushed harder than you ever thought possible. Some of you won’t make it - the Academy has a fifty percent dropout rate. Some girls just can’t do what we will ask of them,” he paused to let this sink in.
Jenny considered this. She was determined that she wouldn’t be one of the girls who couldn’t hack it. She wasn’t naive, she’d heard the rumours about SubAir and what its core values were, what it expected of its employees and she was ready for it. She considered herself completely open, fairly adventurous and willing to do what was required of her.
“Let’s start with a small test,” the principal continued. He pointed at two of the girls on the front row of desks and beckoned them forward. The girls looked apprehensive, but joined him to stand in front of the class. “What are your names?”
“Kelly,” replied the first, a striking blonde with piercing eyes and full breasts. She stood straight with her hands behind her back.
“I’m Brie,” said the second, a faint hint of nervousness in her voice. This girl was tall, with deep red hair and a pale complexion. She blushed slightly as she spoke and gazed at the floor.
Principal Stafford turned from Brie and Kelly to face the room again. “At SubAir, you’ll be asked to do things that you may find distasteful or embarrassing. The first hurdle you’ll encounter during your training is learning to suppress this feeling and obey instructions, no matter how much you may not want to,” he turned back to the two girls. “Brie, Kelly: kiss each other.”
Brie and Kelly blinked in surprise at the abruptness of the order, shifting slightly where they stood. Brie blushed harder. Neither one of them moved to carry out his request. Jenny felt herself squirm with embarrassment for the two girls.