by JJ Argus
“Now, I want you on hands and knees.”
A little dazed from having my head back so far, I leaned forward and dropping onto all fours.
The click was the chain, the leash, being attached to the back of the collar, I thought. I flushed anew at the outrageousness of it, but when she tugged I crawled forward across the floor, glad to be out of there. She led me up the hall and I paused at the bathroom.
“You need to go to the bathroom?” she asked.
I nodded.
“If you're a good girl, I'll let you go soon.”
She tugged and I reluctantly crawled forward, then back into that room where they'd found me. I looked around warily for Kathleen but there was no sign of her.
“Face down, bottom high, legs apart.”
I gulped, feeling a surge of sexual electricity as I lowered myself to the position she wanted. It was the same one she'd had me take yesterday where she had fucked me so hard! Well, except she hadn't said I should spread my arms to the sides. But... I did that anyway, just in case.
I was not surprised to feel her fingers sliding up and down my sex, then pushing slowly into my body. They were slick, and moved easily, pumping smoothly, then shifting and pressing against my back passage. I cringed mentally, almost protesting, but held my breath as her finger pushed deep, pumping in and out.
I expected the thing she pushed into my ass, or at least, expected something. I was surprised it felt differently than the butt-plug, and didn't feel like a dildo either, not really. I noticed something up ahead on the floor, a frame of wood which hadn't been there the other day, and wondered what its purpose was.
I was about to find out.
“Up on all fours.”
I rose and she led me towards the frame. It was similar to, yet different from the doorway frame I had accidentally locked myself into the other day. For one thing, there was only the base. It was a rectangular wooden base about eight inches wide and four feet long, with a pair of holes in it.
Erin reached down and slid one side of the base away from the other, opening the interior, which was hollow. Yet the two holes were not the same as in the doorway frame. Instead, a sort of leather membrane circled the holes, and dropped down inside the box. The membrane was backed with some kind of springy metal so that the leather closed in together to form a narrow tube when the base was closed.
Erin tugged on the leash, making me crawl forward and over the base, then stopped me, and pushed downward.
“Place your breasts against the holes.”
I gulped, but lowered my chest as she knelt beside me. I felt her hand grip my right breast as her left pressed further down on my back. She guided my breast into the half-hole, then pressed my other breast into the other hole. I could feel the soft, half circle of flexible leather squeeze together around my breasts as she worked them in firmly.
She slid the other side of the box slowly in around them, pushing down on my back so that my chest was firmly pressed against the base of the box. I winced as the leather membrane squeezed in more, and then the wood at the top closed even more firmly together, leaving a circle which squeezed my breasts out tautly underneath, and would trap them in place.
Erin took my arms and guided them sideways along the sides of the box, then strapped them down. A moment later she removed the pigtails from my hair, then combed it back in one single long tail behind me. I felt her doing something to it but had no idea what until I felt pressure on the thing she'd put into my bottom.
It was... thick, but not uncomfortably so, and only went in a few inches, but now it was evident it curled sharply on the outside because I could feel it pulling against my tailbone, as if it were a hook of some kind, and the pressure grew at the same pace as the pressure I began to feel on my hair, pulling it up and back!
When she withdrew her hands it became obvious that somehow she'd tied my hair to the hook in my butt! Then she jerked my legs apart, and I felt straps go over my legs just behind and below the knees, pinning them in place. I let out a yelp of pain as she pulled more harshly on my hair, and then she pushed something into my open mouth.
At first I thought it was some kind of gag, like the ball gag, but she wedged it, not without effort, between my jaws, so that it left my mouth empty but forced my mouth to stay wide open. Yet I felt her slide her fingers in and out, so that I knew it must be hollow, like a donut.
“Since you're obviously a slut, and act like a slut, mother feels it proper that you should have the skill set that a slut should possess,” she said. “Your purpose in life is to use your slut body to please others.”
She didn't say it insultingly, or with any sort of nasty tone. That, perhaps, was why it sounded so wicked and shocking. She said it as if it were obvious, sensible, and quite ordinary, in that horribly earnest voice of hers.
Then she held a dildo in front of my eyes so I could see it.
“Obviously you are addicted to these,” she said with a small smile. “But a proper slut needs to be very good at pleasuring them.”
I was bewildered, anxious and still more than slightly aroused. My breasts were sort of locked In the box below me, being softly squeezed by the leather. The rest of me was bound in place, and now, apparently, she was going to fuck me with the dildo.
But instead she slid it into my open mouth, and there was nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to. I realized that only as it slid along my tongue.
“You have to be very good at deep throating to be a proper slut, Kitty,” she said. “So mother is ensuring you know how to do that.”
What!? Surely she didn't intend – !?
“This is the best position for deep throating, but once you've perfected it you can do it easily in any position,” she said in a friendly voice.
I tried to talk. I couldn't help it. Of course, it was awfully hard to say anything intelligible with your jaw held tightly wide apart. Nevertheless, she went behind me and I winced and gasped and yelped as she brought the crop whistling down against my bottom several times.
Then I heard the buzzing sound of the vibrator, and a moment later it was jammed up against my sex. I grunted, then gasped as a dildo, not the one she had shown me, for that one wasn't so thick, pushed slowly into my sex.
I grunted and moaned, every movement tugging my breasts against the box, in effect, squeezing and pulling on them. I wondered if she was actually crazy, her and her bitch mother. But even so, the vibrator was powerful and my body was rapidly becoming attuned to it, buzzing, vibrating at the same rhythm!
“Such a nasty, naughty girl,” Erin said.
I jerked helplessly, groaning, gasping through the open ring of the gag thing as she forced the dildo deeper and deeper.
My body was heating up and my bottom was starting to roll in and around, grinding myself against the vibrator, which seemed to be very large and round and locked in place against me! I was making helpless sounds of pleasure and passion through my open mouth as she pumped the dildo in and out.
And then she came around in front of me with the other dildo, the one she'd showed me. It was about the size of an average guy's cock, except a lot longer, and with very little preamble she slid it through the opening and into my mouth, turning it slowly inside, sliding it in and back along my tongue as I rolled my eyes up at her.
“Remember, just swallow as if it's natural,” she said.
I started to feel a sense of panic, and then she pushed the dildo forward and it plunged into my throat! Then she brought the crop whistling down against my bottom with a stinging blow even as the dildo slid deeper in my throat!
The sudden, sharp, stinging pain oddly threw off my sense of panic, and interrupted my gagging.
I had, to be honest, never put much effort into deep throating. I'd never done it. I'd sort of tried once or twice, but it made me gag, so I hadn't really pushed it. Why should I when guys seemed plenty grateful enough for whatever I did with my mouth? I mean, it's not like I got extra money for it or something!
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nbsp; But now the dildo was sliding deep down my throat! It was a long dildo, way longer than a normal cock, and I guess that was, in part, so she could grip the bottom easily as she moved it in and out.
“Remember, porn stars do this all the time,” she said, her voice echoing through the wild pounding in my head.
She pulled it slowly back, which was another strange, and unique sensation, and then brought the crop down against my ass again, which also interrupted the gagging I'd started to do again. When she pulled it free I coughed violently and gulped in air as she looked on.
“Don't worry, you'll be a pro in no time. Then we can start teaching you how to please women,” she said.
But I didn't want to be a pro! Well, I did, but I didn't want to gag and for my throat to ache and I sure didn't want to please women! But I was too busy gasping for breath to say it, and then she slid the dildo into my mouth and down my throat again!
Chapter Seven
It was a long and exhausting lesson. And the only reason I didn't throw up repeatedly was that I had nothing in my stomach!
Erin slid the dildo deep into my throat repeatedly, and when I started to be able to handle that she used a thicker dildo! When I got used to that she started pumping it in and out, first slowly, then faster and faster, leaving me dazed and light-headed!
She calmly and patiently wiped my chin and held Kleenex to my nose to let me blow, and wiped tears from my eyes, then continued. Only when she could slide the thickest of dildos down my throat and pump it in and out without my gagging did she pronounce herself satisfied.
She left me there for a while, then, after a pat on the head, and I moaned helplessly, slowly regaining my breath, my throat aching. I was intensely relieved the 'lesson' was over. At the same time, I began to feel a sense of victory, of accomplishment. I mean, I had deep throated big dildos, and done it easily!
Well, at least at the end. I had conquered my gag reflex! The next guy I blew was going to be in for a surprise! To my way of thinking that meant I was more accomplished, more sensual and sexy, more sophisticated. Guys would think I was hotter.
I hadn't enjoyed the lesson, that was for sure! And I was desperately glad it was over! But I was also very happy I'd learned what Erin wanted me to. Not for her sake, of course, but for mine.
I groaned as I lay there, my chest still on the long box, my arms stretched out to the sides, my bottom in the air, my breasts squeezed inside the box, and that vibrator pressing against my naked sex.
With my relief came a deep sense of peace and then a slowly rising heat at the dildo inside me and the vibrator pressing against me. I was kind of surprised at that, but the wakening of my sense of darkly thrilled sexual adventure had come almost as soon as I'd realized the 'lesson' was done and I'd learned what I needed to learn.
And then there was nothing but the vibrator and my breasts throbbing inside the box, and the dildo stuffed deep into my pussy, and the hook thing in my bottom pulling on my hair.
And that sense of thrilled sexual adventure...
By the time Erin returned I was well on my way to orgasm, gasping and moaning as I ground my sex back against the vibrator, deliberately pulling my breasts against the box so they would be squeezed each time.
“It's not time for you to come yet, slutty Kitty,” she chided, turning off the vibrator.
She untied my hair, then released my arms and my breasts.
I had to crawl on the leash again, this time back to the toilet, but I was awfully grateful by then as she let me scramble onto the toilet. I still blushed hotly as she watched, though!
After that, I crawled back into the room with the cage, where two bowls had been set. This time there was milk in one, and instead of bread chunks with butter there was peanut butter on the bread.
“You're being rewarded with better food because you learned your lesson so well,” she said. “Remember that if you're bad, you can go back to ordinary bread and water. If you continue to learn and be good, the food will get better.”
I had to kneel as before, bottom in the air, to eat like a dog or something, then she had me crawl back to the bathroom. I cringed mentally as she gave me an enema again, then took me into the shower and washed me, but the embarrassment didn't stop me from climaxing as her fingers stroked my soapy clitoris.
She dried my hair and put it into pigtails as before, then brushed my teeth for me, before having me crawl back down the hall to the main room. There was a dildo sticking up out of the floor in one corner, a thick one, and she had me straddle it, then sink down. I had to do it slowly, even with her fingering my clitoris, but I eventually got most of it inside.
She locked my ankle and wrist restraints together behind me, which forced my shoulders back sharply. Then she put that hook thing into my ass, undid my pigtails, and tied my hair back behind me just as she had before when I was over the box.
That forced my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling again, then she put a blindfold over me. I moaned as I felt her fingers pinching my nipples, then felt something tightening around them. It wasn't the sharp steel jaws of the alligator clips, but softer, but even so it began to squeeze harder and harder, until I began to moan and cry out in pain!
I gasped as I felt something pulling at my right nipple, then my left. They were pulled up and forward, and then the pull became … different... regular... as if they'd been tied to something!
“Stick your tongue out as far as you can, Kitty,” she ordered.
Moaning a little, I obeyed, and a moment later felt a hard pain that made me cry out loud! I jerked my tongue back into my mouth, but the pain remained! Something was clamped to my tongue! It was hard and it was tight and it hurt!
“The pain will ease in a minute,” she said.
I tried to pry the thing off but I couldn't! And the more I tried the more it hurt! So I had to just sit there, moaning, opening my mouth and waiting for the pain to fade! It did, but slowly, getting duller. Then I felt a pull which sharpened it!
The … whatever it was, clamp I guessed, was attached to some kind of chain! She pulled it upward, and then left it there, as if it was tied to something. Something was jammed against my pussy, the round hard vibrator, and started to buzz.
And then she left me alone, or at least, as far as I knew she left me alone.
For a long time!
The vibrator was definitely not any kind of comfort! Not at first anyway! My tongue hurt too much to care about it or anything else! But Erin was right. The sharp, stinging pain faded until was just a low, dull background ache.
My nipples ached and throbbed. And every time I moved a little, they pulled against the loops. It didn't sting as much as it did when she'd used those alligator clips, but pulling against them still brought a sharp ache.
It was all background to my tongue, though, at least for a while, until the sharp pain became duller and more easily tolerable. As that happened, the intense vibrations between my legs began to make themselves known more and more, and I began to moan weakly, and a bit dazedly as heat rippled up through my belly.
My mind began to get fuzzy, for this was all really confusing and a bit bewildering. I mean, like I said, I wasn't a virgin, but this was way beyond any sort of sexual stuff I'd ever done before. And while I had a certain – enthusiasm – for the novelty and the kinkiness of what I was experiencing, it still left me feeling very off-balance.
I wasn't aware of Erin even being there until I felt her fingers at my mouth, then the clip opened. My tongue pulled free and back into my mouth and I gasped in relief, then began to moan and gasp in pain at returning sensation!
At least... I assumed it was Erin...
Wordlessly, she removed the loops from my nipples, freeing them, then tilted me forward, letting me down onto my chest and belly, though with my wrists still bound to my ankles that naturally left me on my knees as well.
I felt her behind me, and there was some – adjustment – with the dildo, then my legs were spread wider and she bega
n to thrust into me, clearly having attached the dildo to herself again. I grunted and gasped and moaned as her hips struck my buttocks, as the dildo pumped inside me.
My head was still tilted back, my hair somehow tied to the hook she'd pushed into my bottom, but that didn't stop her from tugging on my hair again, or slapping my bottom as she drove the dildo into me with hard, deep strokes.
The sexual heat the vibrator had raised began to grow and intensify as I knelt there, relief from my tongue and nipples flooding my body even as the heat rippled up from my groin. I felt myself sort of floating lazily, grunting at each thrust, eyes slitted behind the blindfold, body shuddering with each of her strong thrusts.
Then a hand slid around my right hip, down along my abdomen, fingers stroking at my clitoris as the dildo pumped. The heat grew and I began to moan and whine in dazed pleasure until with a shuddering cry, the orgasm took me. It was a powerful, extended orgasm that had me bucking violently and crying out in mindless, breathless pleasure for long, long seconds!
That seemed to be what she was waiting for, for after my bucking hips went still she pulled out completely, slapping my bottom as she unhooked my wrists from my ankles, then untied my hair from the hook thing, and removed that as well.
She hadn't said a word, and so I still wasn't sure if it was Erin or Kathleen. It hadn't seemed to really matter before, though it did now, as my thinking cleared. Still, I wasn't about to ask and get the crop on my ass! A pull on the collar jerked me up onto all fours, and then I was crawling, still blindfolded, out of the room and into the hall.
There I felt hands at my head, then the blindfold was pulled free. I jerked my head up and around, relieved, for some reason, to see it was Erin. The next thing I noticed was that the tile floor here was covered in milk from one side to the other! It was like someone had spilled a very large cup.
“Clean this, Kitty,” she said. “with your tongue. I don't want to see a single bit of milk remaining when I get back,” she said sternly.