It was late one morning, after coming out of Kira's room that Lydia found me in the hallway. She was leaning up against the wall, wearing a green wisp of a dress. There was a hungry, speculative look in her eye. I could never look at Lydia's brilliant eyes without remembering the first time she had used me.
“We are going to use your mouth to make Lydia come, puppy. Lick her pussy for us. “I felt Autumn behind me. With no warning, she slid something thick into my ass. I whined, every bit the sad little puppy.
“She doesn’t like it.” Autumn slapped my ass as I lurched away from the plug.
I whimpered at the pain.
Then fingers dug into my hair. I began to eat Lydia’s pussy.
She was delicious. Her cream was dripping out over her lips, and she ran her fingers through my dark locks.
“Good puppy.” Her voice was low, primal. She ground my face into her wetness.
“Lick her faster, little bitch.” Laughter laced Autumn’s voice. She had her hands on my ass, and as I buried my tongue in Lydia’s musk, Autumn began to spank me, first one cheek, and then the other.
“Goddamn. Goddamn you little fucking whore.” Lydia’s breathing was ragged, and she was pulling my hair so hard that I was afraid she would pull it out. “Lick my pussy, you fucking piece of shit.” Her hips were writhing, smearing her sweet juice all across my mouth and cheeks.
Then Autumn began spanking me in earnest. She pulled out the butt plug so it wouldn’t be in her way. She just used the flat of her hand, but she slowly began circling around my pussy. I whimpered and cried as she got closer and closer, and I heard her chuckle.
“My puppy hates this. Master Victor told me.” She spanked harder, square on my puckered asshole, and I yelped into Lydia’s wetness.
“Don’t…don’t pay attention to her, you little whore.” Her fingers dug harder, and tears flowed down my cheeks. “Eat my fucking pussy. Lick me like the good little puppy you are.”
I worked Lydia’s pussy as hard as I could, hoping, between whimpers that I could make her come before Autumn spanked my clit. I licked faster and faster, whimpering as Autumn struck closer and closer to my pussy. Finally, she settled down and started spanking my clit. I squealed and whimpered. Soon my whimpers turned into whines, and I started crying into Lydia’s pussy. Autumn laughed again, and started rhythmically spanking the same spot, over and over and over and over…
“Stop! Stopstopstop!” I wrenched myself away from her, my ass moving of its own accord. I immediately regretted it. I had no safe word, no means of telling Autumn “no.”
“Pretty puppy can talk after all.” Autumn laughed and rubbed her hand on my red cheeks. “I’m glad. You won’t be as much fun if you can’t beg.” She nodded towards Lydia. “You have work to do, pretty puppy. We’ll be at the club in about two minutes, and Lydia hasn’t come yet.”
Lydia reached for my hair again, and I set to work. Autumn kept talking, her voice a low croon.
“Eat her cunt, little bitch, make her come.” She leaned over me, and kissed Lydia, who moaned against her mouth.
When she broke the kiss, Autumn was still inches from Lydia’s face. “Is my puppy doing a good job?”
“Yes, Autumn. She is licking my pussy. Oh, Autumn.” Lydia was panting.
“Yeah?” Autumn’s voice caught, just a bit. I knew that if I looked, she would be rubbing her clit. I didn’t dare take a peek, however. I concentrated on Lydia’s salty, gushing pussy. She ran like warm honey over my face, and I enthusiastically licked the wetness from her lips.
I couldn’t afford to have Lydia not come for me. It wasn’t said, but I got the idea. This wasn’t the time to hold any part of my service back.
I hungrily tongued her wetness, scooping my tongue over her until it ran down my chin.
I danced around her hard little clit, like I was whispering tiny prayers to God.
I rimmed her asshole, while stroking her clit with my fingers and humming.
She shuddered, moaned, and bucked against my face. I could see her starting to rhythmically clench as she ground herself into my face.
“She’s almost done, little puppy.”
I was gushing. Lydia’s pussy was delicious. I felt my own wetness running down the back of my thighs. Eagerly, I stretched my ass into the air, secretly praying Autumn would touch me.
“Not now, little puppy.” Autumn slapped one of my ass cheeks and I whimpered, although I didn’t stop eating Lydia. “You only have a moment or two.” I threw myself back into it, and Lydia’s pretty mouth started whimpering. He hips were rocking up and down as she fucked my face.
Michal stopped the car.
Pain exploded in my neck as Autumn yanked on the leash HARD. I sprawled away from Lydia, crying. I looked up at Autumn. Dark anger flashed in her eyes. “Not good enough, puppy. We are here.” She looked at Lydia. I followed her gaze.
Lydia’s face was stormy. She looked down on me. “Why didn’t you make me come, you little bitch?” She punctuated her words with a ringing slap. My cheek was on fire.
“I’m sorry, Lydia. I want to make you come…”
"I could hear her from out here." Lydia nodded at Kira's door, a satisfied smile on her face. "You like making her cry."
I blushed. "She needs to cry. I don't know what happened to her, or why…"
Lydia was shaking her head. "You know, she wouldn't beg Autumn the way she does you."
My eyes narrowed, just a touch. "Autumn didn't care about what Kira needed, only about what Autumn herself wanted. That's why Kira came to me."
Lydia sighed, and walked towards me. Almost casually, she twirled a finger into my long, black hair.
"Regardless of that, little puppy, there are problems. Things aren't looking so good for you."
I bristled just a bit. We were equals now; I wasn't her puppy anymore.
She noticed my glare and smiled. "’Tasia, you need to understand. There are people who would like to see you in the Closet."
Her words were like a hammer in my gut. The Closet?
"What have I done?" It was hard to keep the fear from my voice. "Why would Master Victor want to put me in the Closet?"
She sighed. "I never said he did, little puppy. He has no idea what some of the other girls are talking about."
I was confused. "I thought only Master Victor sent girls to the Closet."
Lydia shook her head. "Autumn can convince him to send anyone there she wants." She paused. "Or, can trick you into somehow failing Master Victor, so he asks her to take you down." She lowered her voice. "Autumn isn't exactly happy with you."
It took a moment's thought, but it made sense. I was one of the newest girls here. Only weeks before, it had been Autumn coming into my room in the morning, using me for her pleasure. Now, I had Kira, and I was doing that to her. Also, I had much more alone time with Master Victor, as I was being trained. I was being taught how to discipline a girl, how to know where her limits were. Suddenly, I, one of the newest, had leapt past the others.
Suddenly, I was no longer Autumn's to do with as she wished.
Lydia smiled as understanding crossed my face. "Good. I'm glad to see I don't have to point everything out for you."
"What can I do?" Panic made my heart race. Then, I had an idea. I smiled. "Master Victor will know. It's a misunderstanding."
"Don't be an idiot. It's not a misunderstanding." She sighed, and dropped the strand of my hair she was holding. "You can't run and tell Daddy you're in trouble. That will just make things worse."
She was right, of course. I bit my lip, thinking.
"I have an idea, of course." Lydia's voice was husky, low. The look she was giving me was positively terrifying. "I remember how it feels to use your pretty little mouth. I thought perhaps we could go back to our previous arrangement."
I was confused. "I'm not below you anymore, Lydia. I don't have to let you use me anymore."
She chuckled. "No. You don't have to. And I don't have to tell you what the others say,
or what they plan. I can let them trick you into slipping up, and then you'll be punished." She grinned.
Suddenly, it all laid itself in front of me. I had no idea who my friends were. If several of them were trying to put me into the Closet.…
Well, it was only a matter of time until they succeeded, wasn't it?
"What do you want?" My voice was a whisper.
"I'll head over to your room in about an hour and we can talk." She kissed me on the cheek. "I'm certain we can work something out."
With that, she turned and left me alone in the hallway. I stood for a long moment, wondering at my options.
2
I only knew of the Closet through whispered stories from the other girls. They were true stories, however. Even Master Victor had discussed the closet with me, once before.
“Open wide, baby girl.”
I did as he asked, and then my mouth was full of him.
I was startled. Not by the suddenness, for he had taken me far more suddenly before. It was not his size either; I had grown used to that.
No. It was his taste. His cock tasted musky, with just a touch of vanilla to it. It was delicious. I couldn’t decide whether I enjoyed the taste or the smell more.
“This is Sue.” He sighed as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then, he grasped and began to fuck my mouth in earnest. “Sue is a troublesome girl. She is in the Closet.”
It took me a moment to register what he was saying. He wasn’t actually introducing someone to me; he was giving me a taste of another woman. He was using my mouth to clean the juice of another woman off of his cock.
My pussy tingled at the thought. I wanted to touch my clit, but knew better than to ask.
“Sue wishes to be here, but she cannot submit well. Girls who cannot submit go into the Closet.” He was murmuring the words, clearly enjoying my throat. “Autumn takes care of the girls in the Closet.”
He seized my head and buried himself in my throat. There was no air. My eyes watered and I began to gasp. Then he pulled out, giving me some air. I scarcely had time to get any before he was fucking my throat again. It was a fierce, beautiful thing. I moaned around his shaft.
“Sue is kept tied. I have a St. Andrew's cross in the Closet.” His voice was dreamy, his breath quickened as he took my mouth. “Autumn and her girls keep Sue wet and writhing, almost constantly. She is only allowed to come when she is on my cock. Even then, she has a difficult time.”
That seemed confusing. Why couldn’t she come, if Autumn always kept her on the edge? I couldn’t ask, but Master Victor could sense the question. My rhythm on his shaft skipped for just a moment, and it was enough for him to infer the question.
“She enjoys pain too much, pet. She needs pain to get off. That will never do. My girls must be able to come whenever I bid it, under whatever circumstances I require.” He sighed, simply enjoying my mouth for a moment before continuing. “When she came here, Sue had to be cut before she could come. Nothing serious or scarring, mind you, just little paper-thin cuts. Autumn used to cut her while she rode my cock, and she would come so hard the whole house could hear her screams.” He pulled out of my mouth, and lifted my chin to meet his gaze
That was the kindest story I had ever heard about the closet. Amber had told me that Autumn had caned her breasts until they bled, while Renee had been held down and double penetrated with two strap-ons the size of my forearms. I heard they had lubed Becka up and left her strapped to a bed, with a 350 rpm fucking machine inside her, for an hour. Only a ball gag had kept her screams from most of the house as she sobbed and came and begged.
And those were only the stories I had heard. I had lived through my own horrors with Autumn. She had tied me up and fucked my ass with her huge dildo. She had told me once that she would pour candle wax into my pussy, and that she would make me kneel in the ladies room and clean Master Victor's girls with my mouth when they were through.
So, yes. I was not interested in the Closet.
I briefly entertained the idea that Lydia was lying, but that fell through pretty quickly. Now that she had opened my eyes to it, of COURSE there were girls who were unhappy with me. I could think of Autumn giving me dark looks, or having the feeling that the subject had changed just as I walked in.
No. This was a serious concern.
When Lydia knocked at my door, I was wearing my room-clothes. It was a short t-shirt with boy-cut exercise shorts. I specifically was trying to NOT look as if I was dressed sexily, or had prepared for her.
If she noticed my clothing change, she didn't say anything.
Lydia was just a little taller than me with dark auburn hair and brilliant green eyes. It was her smile that always struck at me, however. She had a mysterious smile, a secret smile that flirted with danger. She was still wearing the same wispy green dress, but was barefoot.
"I'll be as clear as possible." She sat in one of my plush chairs, her eyes on mine. "I can help you. I can let you know what's coming your way. But I won't do it, unless I get to use that pretty mouth now and again." She smiled wistfully. "You have a real way with your tongue." She canted her head. "What is it that Master Victor says?"
My voice was a whisper. "He says I have a mouth like a poem."
"That's it." She leaned forward. "It's simple. I keep you safe and you are my good little bitch."
I shook my head, even though her offer seemed inevitable. "I can't. I have new responsibilities now. It would never do for Kira to know that-."
She cut me off. "No. Of course. No one knows. Don't be absurd. That would create questions." She bit her lip. "No, little puppy. I'm suggesting that, when I wish, I be allowed to use you as if you were still a new girl here. No one else will have to know. All private, of course. In exchange, since you are servicing me, I will protect you." She pulled her skirt higher, and boldly met my eyes. "I'm the only one who can take care of you. It's me, or Autumn in the Closet."
That wasn't a choice. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
She smiled at me. "I'm glad you can see reason."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good puppy. Crawl over here and show me what that pretty pink mouth is for."
I dropped to my knees, trembling. Not long ago, any of Daddy's girls could have told me what to do, at the drop of a hat. When Kira had asked for me as her Mistress that had changed. Now, however, here I was, back at the start.
I started to crawl across the floor.
Lydia was pierced, many, many times. She had at least six rings on each side of her labia, with a silk black ribbon that wove its way through the rings. As she pulled her dress up, I remembered what she liked.
"Untie me, little bitch. Use your mouth like a good dog." I kept my eyes on her as I did, carefully taking the ribbon in my mouth and pulling it loose.
Lydia's scent was amazing.
She had an animal musk, a scent of wild places and lost things. I sighed, and nuzzled my face into her. The first trickle of wetness spread across my lips, and I looked up at her, licking my lips.
"There's a good girl." Lydia's voice was smoky. “Now eat me. Lick me until I've come all over your pretty face."
"Yes, Mistress."
I buried my tongue in her. Then, fingers dug into my hair. I sighed and moaned happily.
I began to eat Lydia.
She was sweet. Her wetness was dripping over my lips, and she ran her fingers through my thick dark hair.
"What a sweet little bitch." Her voice was primal, dark. She fucked my mouth. "Oh. Oh fuck, Lick me, little bitch."
I buried my face in her musk, murmuring.
"God damn. God damn you little fucking bitch." Lydia's breathing was ragged, and she was pulling my hair so hard that I was afraid she would pull it out. "Lick me, you fucking piece of shit." Her hips were writhing, smearing her sweet juice all across my mouth and cheeks.
Lydia traced her fingers through my hair as I licked her, guiding my tongue deeply into her. Gently, she bucked her hips against my face, moaning with satis
faction as I tongued her sweetness.
For all of my protests, it is true that I love pleasing women. I love the way they taste and smell. I love listening to them sigh and whimper and moan.
More than all of these, I love being someone's fuck toy. Yes, I was Kira's Mistress now, but that was because Kira needed me, or someone like me, more than she needed the steel of Autumn. My true place, however, was here. On my knees. I belonged on my knees while someone else used me like an object, used me for their own pleasure.
Lydia used me fiercely.
Her fingers slowly closed in my hair, grasping me tightly as she sighed and cooed and moaned. I whimpered at the pain, but she didn't seem to take notice. Knowing that my pain didn't matter, I tried to focus on the wild sweetness of her as she pushed herself against my tongue.
"You like eating me, you pretty little bitch?" Her voice was ragged.
"Mmmphh." I did my best to make my muffled words affirmative as I nodded, just the slightest bit against her grasping fingers.
She giggled. "Good. I hope you like it. I hope you like walking around with my juice on your breath. This is the way things are going to be."
I murmured against her again, trying to focus upon her caramel-sweet little bud. It was difficult, with her bucking against me, but I curved my hands around the soft flesh of her hips and buried my tongue inside her. Her salt and musk were powerful, overwhelming.
I loved it. I could feel wetness begin between my own thighs. More than anything, I wanted to reach back and rub myself. What were the parameters here? She couldn't exactly beat me, or Master Victor would see the marks.
"Mistress." I was panting. "May I touch myself, Mistress? Please?"
Lydia smiled. "Do you need to come, little bitch?"
"I do. Please."
She tightened her fingers in my hair. "You have to earn it, little doggie. I may let you touch yourself soon. In the meantime, show your Mistress what those fingers are actually for."
I whimpered as I leaned my mouth back to her. As I licked her, I slowly pushed my fingers into her.
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