Her eyes stayed glued on my soft folds. "Yes, Mistress."
"Would you like to eat me, little bitch?" I traced a finger along my inner thigh. I was just a touch moist.
"Please, Mistress Tasia. Please let me worship you with my tongue."
I smiled at her. "You speak so sweetly, little girl. Come here. Come here and show me what your little mouth is for."
She edged forward on her knees, never moving her arms. When she was close enough, she leaned forward, sticking out her pretty pink tongue. I arched my hips towards her, and pushed her face between my legs.
Yes.
"That's... that's a very good little girl."
Kira knew well how to eat me. She never went for the clit first thing; that was often too sensitive. No, she would slowly lap at my edges, sighing and moaning as she tasted me, her little tongue hungrily devouring the wetness that trickled from me. She would play at the edges of me while I sighed and moaned, and then let my hands guide her to my clit when I was ready.
"That's a good little fuck-toy." My words were a hushed whisper; they were like mist before dawn. "That's a good bitch. Bring one of your hands around here and rub your pussy. Show me how wet you get when you eat me."
She sighed, moaning and whimpering into me. Her right hand snaked around in front of her, and I heard the wet sounds of her rubbing herself. It was hard not to love how wet Kira became. When she was being used, her pussy was like a monsoon. I knew that her come must be running down her thighs. Her whimpering became louder as she began to fuck herself with her fingers.
"Be careful, little girl." She was homing in on my clit now, tracing around my pink little bud with her talented tongue. "I don't want you coming yet. If you come without permission, we will stop immediately. We will stop, and I will take you up to Master Victor's chambers. Then, we'll see how much of a caning you can take."
Her whimpers changed. I knew my girl hated canings above all else. Still, she knelt on her knees like the good little bitch she was, eating me and loudly rubbing her wetness. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her right where I wanted her.
"That's a good little bitch. Show your Mistress what your mouth is for."
She lapped at me hungrily. I noticed that her hips were starting to writhe, and her breathing was growing faster and faster. That wouldn't do at all.
"Stop." I pulled her head back. Her eyes were drifting dreamily, and my juices had smeared her makeup.
"Yes, Mistress." Her hand fell away from herself.
"Lick your fingers. Show me how much you like the taste of me."
She brought her fingers to her mouth, slowly licking her juice from them as she kept her eyes on me.
"This is important. You need to learn to love the taste of your own desire. When Daddy uses your pussy, he may want you to lick his cock clean. You need to lick him as if his cock is the most wonderful thing you will ever taste."
She was drunk on me. Her eyes were half-lids, and her words were a husky whisper. "Yes Mistress." She made a show of slowly licking her fingers, suckling them clean, one by one. I set my foot down, and knelt in front of her. I held my face close to hers and reached between her legs.
She was slick. I dipped a finger into her, watching her face. I loved the way her eyes widened, the way her breath caught.
"Back in One, sweetling."
She pulled her hands back behind her back. Her breasts pointed forward. She bit her lip for me, whimpering as my fingers delved into her silken wetness.
"M... Mistress." Her voice was a breathless pant. Her hips arched against my fingers. Teasingly, I only brushed the edge of her.
"Whose pussy is this, Kira?"
"It's... It's yours, Mistress. My ...oh... my pussy belongs to you." Her eyes drifted shut. I slowed my fingers, but moved them upwards towards her sweet bud.
"What about this? Is it mine too?"
"Yes." Her voice was high pitched, like a little girl’s. "Yes, Mistress. It's for you. It's all for you."
Then, my deft fingers spun around her nub.
I loved watching the way my girl moved. Her writhing hips were like a dance, her gasps and moans were like summer's wind. Her head rolled back and she began to whimper.
I could keep her here all day. I could take her to the edge and back as many times as I pleased. I could make her cry and beg.
I did. I teased her pussy, and kept her gasping and writhing, while she begged me with her eyes.
"I need to come, Mistress."
Yes. She did. I could see it; smell her need in the air. I loved this. Kira would get to a point where you could do anything with her. Her desire and lust would come over her like a great ocean wave, and then, her submission was a beautiful, bright golden thing.
"I know you do." I smiled. "But you can't. We have other plans for your come this evening."
"Mistress?" Her eyes were wide. "What do you mean?"
"You'll see sweetling. Rub your pussy for me, but don't come."
"Y...Yes, Mistress." She set to it with a vengeance, rubbing and moaning, keeping her eyes on mine.
“Pl... please.”
I smiled. “No.”
I stood and stepped away from her, and sent the text I had in draft on my phone. I looked back at her and grinned wickedly.
Yes. This was right where I wanted her.
"Come on little girl." I gave her a wink. "We're going out."
Michal had the car around by the time we got to the back gate. Usually, we would pile in the back of the limo, and that's where Kira headed now.
"No, little one. Let's get you in the front."
She looked at me strangely. "Yes... Yes, Mistress." She turned and got in the front.
I got in the back, as I typically would. I leaned through the open window to the front.
"Kira, Michal is a good man. He does exactly as Daddy says, and runs his pets all over town. I think it's time he had a reward." I grinned at her. "He's taking us to Exotix. It will take us about twenty minutes to get there. In the meantime, I want you to give him your mouth."
I could see the reluctance. Kira was a bit arrogant. Being told to service Daddy's wealthy guests was one thing, but Michal was the driver. He was a kind man, but Master Victor always treated his pets as special, cherished possessions. Servicing another of his hired servants would seem... somehow tawdry, I knew.
He was as surprised as she was. "’Tasia, I--"
I held up a hand. "Michal, you are a good and faithful man to Master Victor. My girl needs to learn to be available to serve in all situations. I'm certain Master Victor himself would thank you."
I didn't want to make Michal uncomfortable. Kira, on the other hand, I did. I looked back to her.
"You are on your knees, with your ass against the window. Michal will push his seat back, and you will service his cock as we drive."
She looked uncertain, but she nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
And so it was.
Michal retained control during the drive; he had to. But Kira had a skilled mouth, and I could hear her wet suckling and sighs of satisfaction as she hungrily sucked the man. I smiled when I saw another car slow.
"The Nissan next to us has slowed down, Kira. It has three young men in it. They are watching you."
She moaned wantonly around Michal's cock.
"They can see your pretty ass in the window, Kira. They're watching you. Maybe I should have Michal stop the car. Maybe I should let them bend you over the front of it and take turns."
She whined. Her sucking grew more enthusiastic. Michal rumbled in his chest as the wet sounds of her service filled the car.
That wasn't all that was filling the car either. I could smell Kira's desire. Her musk was thick.
"Why don't you touch yourself for them, little girl? Let them watch you play with your pussy while you suck Michal's cock."
"Mmm Mstrsmm." She couldn't speak around Michal’s' thickness, but she knew that she should respond. Her right hand crept between her legs, and she began r
ubbing herself for the men in the car, pushing her ass backwards towards the window and moaning.
They obviously loved the show, and one whistled out the sunroof.
I thought for a moment that they were going to follow us. THAT would have been a night. Three young men who were all watching what I did with Kira... their cocks hard for her....
No. That wasn't safe. We didn't know who they were, and Master Victor always carefully screened his guests. I knew Michal was safe, but strangers....
Still, it was an erotic idea.
I looked at the men; saw their faces when Kira rubbed herself. I was sopping wet myself, but I needed to be the one to make good choices.
The choice was made for me. Three blocks later, the Nissan pulled away. It was a close one. Two blocks after that was Exotix. If the men had seen us stop, they certainly would have stopped as well.
Michal was obviously having a hard time staying in control. Kira's sweet mouth bobbed up and down in his lap, and he struggled to remain focused on the road. When he pulled over to the club, Kira was absolutely writhing against her hand.
"Don't come, little bitch. It's time for you to please Michal."
She whimpered, and brought her other hand underneath his balls. He groaned, running his fingers through her hair.
"’Tasia..." His voice was a warning. "I'm going to come in your pet's mouth."
I grinned at him. "Do it, Michal. Make my spoiled little bitch swallow your come. Teach her what her mouth is for."
His head rolled back, with a loud, long moan. He pushed himself into her throat, thrusting and cursing as he did.
"Jesus. OH.... You fucking little bitch…. Suck my cock...."
His pumping only lasted a few more moments. Michal was loud. I loved watching men come, loved that moment when they lost all control. He held her fiercely, fucking her mouth and all but screaming.
When it was over, Kira whimpered, and he pulled his fingers free from her hair.
"Yes, baby. You can pull yourself off of his cock. Just make certain he is clean when you are done."
Kira pulled back, her mouth tight around him. She made certain that all of his come was in her mouth, and left him clean.
Just as I'd taught her. I smiled.
"Are you ready to go inside, baby girl?"
"Yes, Mistress." Her voice was raspy from her throat being fucked.
I reached through the window and caressed her face. "There's my good girl."
3
Exotix was Master Victor's club- one of them, anyway. It was where I had first met him, after a brief online correspondence. I had fond memories of that time. I had still been a vanilla girl, and uncertain of what I wanted. Here, I had watched every kind of debauchery that one could imagine. I had seen people beaten senseless, and watched them being fucked beyond all reason. Exotix was one part sex show and one part BDSM club. You could rent a room or a stage, and all the while are served drinks by some of Daddy's girls.
I attached a chain leash to Kira's collar, trying to ignore the irony. This was exactly as Autumn had brought me into the club, months ago. I had spent my time fantasizing about coming in, dazzling, on Master Victor's arm, and she had brought me in and treated me like her dog.
This was different. Autumn had gotten off on treating people like shit. I, on the other hand, simply needed my girl to learn some humility.
"Time to crawl for me, sweetling."
"Yes, Mistress." Her eyes were filled with tears. Still, I could smell her wetness, and knew that it would take so little to make her come.
"That's my girl." I stroked her back as she dropped onto all fours, and nuzzled her head. "You're going to be a good girl for me, Kira. I want to introduce you to an old friend."
She looked up at me with adoring eyes. Without a word, I led her into the club.
Even though it was early, people were already starting to get their kink on. We were greeted by Alissa, one of Daddy's serving girls, who smiled warmly at me when I entered.
"Hello ‘Tasia. He's already here."
I smiled at her. Alissa had a kind face. I noticed that she didn't greet Kira, or even spare a look for her. "Could you show us to him?"
She nodded and led us to the back of the building. I tried not to stare at the people using the stages, but it was difficult. If I was damp before, the sound of the submissives begging, crying, or being forced to come made the situation even worse.
Kira crawled along demurely, keeping her head down as much as possible. She was such a strong girl. Even though the carpet was plush, I knew that eventually, crawling was hard on the knees. Alissa, however, was a woman who had never been made to crawl. She walked at a typical pace, and I had to slow her so my girl didn't get tripped up.
"I assume you will want your regular?" I smiled at her. I was glad she knew I was a whiskey girl. No fruity drinks for me.
"That would be lovely." She nodded, and pointed at a table where a young man was sitting.
I remembered Domingo. I recognized his silhouette from here.
He had been a waiter at Abrigio's, one of Mater Victor's restaurants. Daddy had taken me there on the day I earned his collar.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, 'Tasia.”
“Likewise, Domingo.”
“'Tasia is my girl, Domingo. She is being trained. She has a lot of little problems we are working on.”
“Your girl?”
Master Victor nodded. “Indeed.” He turned to me. “Tasia, tell our new friend what is on your face.”
I blushed, feeling the red heat on my skin. I cast my eyes downward. “Master Victor decided—”
“No.” Master Victor’s voice was like a knife. “Look him in the face. Look in his eyes and tell him. Don’t murmur. Be as proud of this as you were when you used to let the office boys drool over those perky tits.”
I stammered for a moment, and then looked into Domingo’s eyes. “Master Victor decided he needed my mouth.” I was blinking too much, but I didn’t want to cry. “He says I am too proud, and so when he finished with me, he left himself on my mouth and cheeks. He told me I couldn’t wash up until he said so.”
Master Victor spoke again. His voice was edged steel. “There is more truth than that, isn’t there, 'Tasia? Tell him what you told me.”
I was crimson, shifting in my seat. Even though I held Domingo’s gaze, my voice was lower now. “I begged him to come on my face. I told him I wanted his cock in my mouth every morning, and that his come should be my breakfast. I told him that I wanted to wear his come on my face, so that everyone could see that I was his whore.” I felt myself getting damp. Master Victor wasn’t fucking me, but he was certainly using me. There were different kinds of pain, and while this wasn’t a beating, it was still excruciating.
Master Victor laughed. “It was a good idea. She is a vain little toy. She needs reminding of that.”
Domingo simply stared at me. I felt his eyes roaming over me, as if he could eat me with his gaze. He turned to Master Victor. “She…belongs to you?”
Master Victor gave me a slow, lazy smile. “'Tasia, are you wet?”
Tears brimmed over onto my cheeks. My voice was a whisper. “Yes, Master Victor.” I couldn’t keep looking at Domingo. I hid behind my eyes.
“This is where I always sit, 'Tasia. I know from experience that it’s hard for people to see you back there. Look at me.”
Relief trickled through me as I met his blue eyes. He smiled at me, and I was actually able to smile back. Master Victor was so handsome, almost beautiful. I knew he would take care of me. He always—
“Touch your clit, 'Tasia.” His eyes became hard. “You don’t have to be loud, or obvious, but it’s time to make yourself come. I want you to look at our new friend Domingo and make yourself come. Show him that you belong to me.”
I had to fight not to start crying. “Yes sir.”
So it was that there, at Abrigio’s, I began rubbing my pussy under the table. Master Victor had dressed me in a thin red dr
ess that was so short that I only had to hold my legs slightly apart to reach myself. It was obscene how wet I was. I couldn’t believe that he could make me so ready to fuck him just through his words.
Then thought fled.
I found myself staring into Domingo’s eyes, fighting to keep my lids open. I bit my lower lip, trying in vain to remain completely quiet as my finger made dizzying circles around my clit.
“Come for him, pet. Show him what a little whore you are.” Master Victor’s words were a bladed whisper. “Make yourself come here, or I’ll take you into the kitchens. I’ll let every Puerto Rican working back there take turns with you. They work for me. I know these men.”
Surely it was his words that made my pussy clench. Surely it was the thought of his piercing blue eyes. It couldn’t be the thought of the steamy kitchen, or being bent over a stainless steel table while faceless, dark-skinned men used my pussy and fucked my mouth and ass with their hard cocks. I was ready to come, and all I could think about was having my mouth forced over some stranger's cock. Domingo was staring at me, and Master Victor was talking, his voice like velvet….
“I need to come.” I held Domingo’s eyes even though I could feel Master Victor’s gaze, like iron beams.
“Are you going to come while our new friend watches, ‘Tasia?”
“Oh. Oh, Daddy. I need to come. I’m rubbing my pussy for Domingo but—” I almost cried out as my muscles spasmed. When I spoke again, my voice was a mewling whimper.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”
“Do you want her to come, Domingo?”
“Yes.” Domingo’s voice was husky. His own hand was under the table. “I want to watch her come.”
“Come, little bitch. Rub your slick little pussy until you come for our new friend. Do try and be quiet.”
I bit my lip again. My entire hand was wet from the juices that were dripping out of my sopping hole. I whimpered, fighting to stay quiet as waiters and customers spoke only two tables away.
“Don’t keep him waiting, bitch.”
I closed my eyes for the briefest of seconds. In my mind’s eye, I saw Master Victor. My cunt jerked wildly as I bit my lip. Sweet wetness poured out over my fingers.
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