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by JJ Argus


  This had the effect of stretching my tongue out further and further and strengthening my tongue muscles.

  It was only after some days of this, and days after my tongue had been pierced, when Erin had me lick her pussy for the first time. I'm not counting the earlier time when I was just desperately trying to get off the horse and was licking her boots and her pussy wildly, like a slobbering dog.

  This time she expected a level of expertise given I had been treated to some tonguing, and she had a flog in hand to ensure her dissatisfaction would be felt by me, more than her. The thing was I actually wanted to please her, to demonstrate that I had learned how to perform oral sex on a girl. I wanted it because I wanted to not be punished, of course, but also simply to demonstrate that I was 'good', since that was clearly the thing to be.

  Being bad hurt!

  My brain was kind of fuzzy, of course, for some days of energetic activities, stress, and lack of sleep had combined to drain me. I thrust my tongue out first, at her order, and she changed the ring in my tongue to a different kind, this one a sort of soft pad which would, I guessed, make my tonguing more effective.

  It seemed to work. Or else my skill level had risen greatly given their demonstrations on me. I was at first gratified as she began to moan and writhe beneath me, then feel a sense of pride and excitement and even a kind of victory, for I was making her shudder and gasp and roll her hips up at me the way she had made me do for her!

  I made her come! That was a tremendous thing, to me! I felt both happy and aroused. She pulled me up on the bed, naked body to naked body, and we spent an awful long time kissing, our lips sliding together, first softly, then with growing passion. She guided my lips to her small, pert breasts, and I sucked and licked at them, chewing carefully at the nipples to gauge her response.

  She had me lick my way down her belly and then along her inner thighs, past her knees, and down to her feet. I sucked and licked at her toes and feet, then licked my way back up until I was again between her legs, licking her strongly, and making her squirm and moan!

  I made her come three times that afternoon!

  More daunting, her mother then brought me to her room later that evening and instructed me to duplicate that feat! I was much more anxious and nervous, much more intimidated by her, but I set out to do my best. The flog she carried swept down against my bare bottom several times, and against my pussy, for I was kneeling with my legs apart.

  That stung! But I continued on, and she directed me as to what she liked, how hard, how soft, when to lick, when to suck, and I paid very close attention. I actually felt a little awed when I was able to make her climax, but relieved, too.

  Doing it again was difficult, but I managed, and doing it a third time almost wore my tongue out! I mean, I'd been working on the muscles, but they were so tired, my tongue ached! But I was rewarded with another of those hard, pounding fuckings as she donned a strap-on and took me in the familiar position, and, as always, that brought me to a shuddering orgasm.

  They brought me upstairs more often after that, to the living room or their bedrooms. I began doing chores around the house, just the cleaning, at first, but then laundry too. But they didn't stop their 'lesson's, including that one where I had to constantly throw myself from position to position, instantly obeying orders or getting a stinging blow from a crop or flog.

  Sometimes they'd alter the training and order me to do something else, like lick their boots or the floor, or take up the strap or crop and use them on my own bottom. It was all about obeying orders immediately, even if they made no sense.

  They treated me very much as if I was, not a person, but some kind of, well, pet, as if I was the family dog or something! I still wasn't allowed to talk, for the most part, and crawled most times. When I cleaned the floors I did so with a scrub brush and sponge on all fours with a bucket beside me.

  And that was what I was doing when Annie showed up.

  I had no idea anyone else was even in the house, and had never met the woman. She was someone Kathleen knew, I gathered. I was busy scrubbing, and heard a sound behind me. I turned to see not only Kathleen there, but this other woman, a pretty redhead in her thirties with shoulder length hair.

  I gaped, shocked. I mean, you don't expect to find a stranger in the house suddenly, especially when you're naked!

  Not only naked either. I had those two dildos in me, the ones with the round bulges near the base which kept them from sliding out, though the bases were sticking out rather obviously.

  Of course my face flooded with heat, and I was frozen in shock.

  “Oh!” was all I could manage.

  “On your heels and present,” Kathleen barked.

  Almost instinctively I turned fully around, blood suddenly racing through my body as I rose and sat back on my heels, putting my hands back behind me to grip my feet, and tilting my head up and back as I arched my back. My knees spread wide, and I trembled weakly, face burning hot.

  “This is Kitty,” Kathleen said, “Our slave girl.”

  They had called me that before, in what I'd sort of taken as a kind of daring game. I still didn't take it seriously in any way, but it made me blush furiously, even atop the fact I was kneeling naked in front of a stranger with a dildo visibly protruding from both my pussy and my ass!

  The only good part about the position was I was staring up at the ceiling, and didn't have to see the woman, although as she came closer with Kathleen she appeared in my eyesight. I still focused on the ceiling, not wanting to meet her eyes!

  “Nice tits on her,” the woman said.

  “Yes, she's a natural blonde slut, with all the proper attachments,” Kathleen said. “She's not even gay, but she still comes like a little nympho whenever we touch her.”

  “You ought to see what a man can do to her, then. See if that blows her little mind further,” the woman said.

  “I'll probably arrange that at some point. I want her instinctively obeying women first.”

  “She's a submissive?”

  “Very.”

  I was not!

  “On your face, bottom high,” Kathleen barked.

  She had the crop in her hand, and I flushed anew, but obediently swung myself forward and dropped down low, in one way glad to put my face and the front of my body against the floor, though of course, I had to raise my hips high and then spread my knees.

  And then, of course, they walked around behind me, making me cringe anew!

  “She has a neat pussy,” the woman said.

  “She's young yet, and light skinned,” Kathleen said.

  “I take it she loves being penetrated.”

  “Well, as I said, she's a blonde,” Kathleen said.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “We take her with strap-ons every day and it drives her insane.”

  The two women laughed softly, and then I gulped as I felt a pressure against my bottom... one of them putting their foot on my bottom, probably Kathleen, I thought.

  “Would you like to take the little slut like this?”

  The other woman laughed. “Really? Seriously?”

  “I swear it won't take you more than two minutes to make her come.”

  “Really? Come on!”

  “Believe me. This blonde slut is always primed and ready.”

  Which was... not altogether untrue. At least, I had felt that way for some days now, during which I had remained naked and often tied up, and of course, often had things like the dildos inside me.

  I felt the foot go off me as Kathleen moved away. She was wearing a long skirt and blouse, but the redhead was in jeans, and when Kathleen came back she had hold of a pair of leather shorts – the ones Erin sometimes wore. They were very strong leather, with a big dildo attached to the front.

  The woman laughed to see them.

  “I don't usually use sex toys with my girls,” she said.

  “Yes, but they're lesbians. Kitty is a straight girl, though maybe not so entirely straight any more,�

�� Kathleen said.

  “A bent girl?” the woman asked in amusement.

  “Use her... roughly. It's what she deserves,” Kathleen said. “And it's what she thrives on. Erin fisted her last week and she went out of her mind.”

  I knelt in place, face burning, body churning with emotions, with anxiety and humiliation and shame. But when I felt hands on my bottom, even as Kathleen moved around in front of me, I felt a shudder pass through my body. The stranger was touching me! Was she really going to... fuck me!?

  Oh my God!

  Her hand slid down between my legs, fingers stroking softly against my clitoris, and I felt suddenly breathless with shock and anticipation. This was unbelievable! I was overwhelmed by the shock of it, but a wild, seething sense of dark heat and excitement was rising within me!

  Kathleen stepped on the back of my head, and I gasped as she pushed down.

  “Beg Annie to fuck you, Kitty,” she ordered.

  “P-Please fuck me, Mistress Annie!” I gasped helplessly.

  I heard the woman's bark of laughter even as her fingers tugged the dildo out of me. Then another pressed against me, the nose thicker, and I moaned helplessly as the dildo stretched me a bit more and then slid deep, deep inside me!

  I swear to God that feeling, that sensation, was the most incredible, most wonderful in existence! The feeling of having a thick hard cock sliding firmly up inside me! Okay, it was a fake cock, but then, none of this was serious anyway, right?

  Her hands slid over my bottom, then along my hips as she began to pump the dildo in and out, and my breathing became ragged as the excitement mounted within me!

  “Draw your wrists in and back together behind you, slave Kitty,” Kathleen ordered.

  Panting, moaning, whimpering, I obeyed, and then felt the leather restraints locked together. For some reason that always turned me on even more, knowing how helpless I was! The woman behind me began to thrust in and out harder, her hands moving up and down my body more confidently, down along my ribs to roughly grope my breasts, then up – grabbing my hair.

  “Ngha!” I gasped as she roughly jerked my hair up and back.

  She lifted my head back enough to raise my breasts off the floor, then began to grope them freely as her hips started smacking against my bottom.

  And you know what? The humiliation began to fade, or at least, to not matter. The shame wasn't important. All that mattered was how deliciously dark and kinky and nasty it was, and the wonderful feeling of the thick dildo pumping inside me!

  The heat rushed over me like a fever, and I felt myself sinking into this soft, bubbling pit of steamy pleasure, like I was in a sauna, laying back and just grunting with pleasure as I enjoyed the raw heat!

  The big dildo punched into me hard and fast, her hips smacking against my buttocks as she yanked on my hair and groped my breasts. And Kathleen was right. I mean, I didn't have a stopwatch, but I swear it wasn't much more than two minutes before the orgasm rose up within me and tore my nervous system apart!

  After that, well, both women stripped naked, and I took turns licking first one, then the other, as the second fingered, spanked, strapped and fucked me. It was the first time I'd ever had sex with two people at once. Kathleen might have instructed Erin in things, but the two remained clothed when together. So this was quite different.

  It was shocking, and wicked and wild and I came over and over again because of how aroused I was at taking part in such a kinky scene!

  And then the next day it happened again, with a woman naked Hannah! I was still shocked, still horrified, but the sharpness of my reaction to Annie was absent. The next day it was Suzanne, and the day after that Erin brought home a friend named Kristin!

  Kristin was a black girl, and I was extremely nervous as well as embarrassed because they brought me into the main room downstairs, then chained me spreadeagled while standing. Then Kathleen came in – to demonstrate the use of the longer whips!

  I was gagged, so of course, couldn't exactly express myself. The two younger women enjoyed themselves shoving dildos into me, the thickest and longest they could! Then Kathleen showed them a long flog, one with long laces, demonstrating how to swing it, how to snap your wrist, how to use your shoulder.

  And that left my back burning! It was sore and overheated and felt like I had a bad sunburn!

  “Now this,” she said, “Is a single tail whip. You have to be more careful with this since it's more likely to cut the skin if you're not. But it does give you a degree of flexibility.”

  And with that I felt a light, narrow blow across my back by the whip, which then curled around my belly, fully circling my waist, and leaving a line of heat behind after the sting faded!

  “Observe. Position your body appropriate to where you want the whip to land,” she was saying as the two girls watched.

  I moaned as I waited anxiously, then the whip struck the center of my back, curled around my ribs, and cut across the middle of my breasts! I squealed into the gag and jerked sharply against the restraints!

  “Oh yeah,” Kristin said.

  “More like that, mom!” Erin said enthusiastically.

  Another blow, almost identical, sent the thin leather sweeping around my right side to snap at my breasts again! Then the next hit my back lower down, curling down across my hip to snap at my pussy with stinging force!

  “Here, you try it, dear,” Kathleen said.

  I shuddered as I stood there, helpless, then cried out as Erin swung the whip and it cut diagonally across my back!

  “Use your forearm more, snap it forward even as you turn,” Kathleen said.

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  The whip cut across my back several times, then curled around it to snap at my belly, then at my breasts! Then Kristen took it, swinging it harder, so that it stung more, and aiming at my pussy again and again until I throbbed and burned there!

  “I hate blondes,” she said.

  They switched back to the flog, but this time they flogged my front, specifically my breasts, again and again until my breasts burned! Then, as Erin moved behind me to flog my back, the black girl, Kirstin, came up in front of me, holding a vibrator against my clitoris, then pinching and twisting my nipple.

  “Nasty little blonde slut,” she said. “You're going to lick my pussy real good, ain't you!?”

  I moaned and whimpered, writhing and twisting as Erin flogged my back!

  But then she stopped, and I felt the dildo pulling free of my ass. I felt another inserted, and groaned as Erin began to sodomize me. Kristin knelt and began to pump the dildo in my pussy as she licked my clitoris, and I twisted and writhed and bucked in helpless convulsions as an orgasm tore through me!

  After which, of course, I had to wear my jaw and tongue out licking both girls to successive orgasms.

  Chapter Ten

  Some of it was unpleasant, but the wild, searing thrill of the kinky sex was too great, the pleasure too intense for me to think about doing anything about what was happening. I mean, I often got a bit frantic while they were flogging me, but even if I wasn't gagged, which I almost always was, and could do anything to signal my unhappiness, there was no way to do it! I just had to endure it!

  And the incredible pleasure which always followed it robbed me of any desire to protest, because by the time I had caught my breath my body and mind were echoing with the powerful orgasms they'd given me, and quite... relaxed.

  And as day followed day into weeks I got used to obeying them, to doing chores, to instantly responding to orders. I learned to tongue women with the best of them, and learned to easily deep throat their dildos. I learned to pole dance and lap dance to Erin's satisfaction, and even how to cook meatloaf so that Kathleen couldn't find anything wrong with it.

  Things took on a certain pattern, which had me sleeping in the cage, which was unlocked. I would wake up at four, give myself an enema, shower, make coffee, then bring it into Kathleen's bedroom and set it on the side table. I would wake Kathleen, usually on my k
nees while licking her wrist or hand or arm. She would drag me into bed by the hair and I would proceed to lick her pussy until she came, which took very little time.

  I was very good at it! And my tongue was quite long and strong!

  With her awake I would go back and start breakfast. She would get ready, shower, then come out for breakfast while I knelt beside her chair. I didn't make breakfast for me. I had to be content with whatever bits and pieces she chose to feed me, by hand, as I knelt next to her.

  Of course, I always made more than enough for that...

  At six I would wake Erin, by the same means I had earlier wakened her mother, and with the same response. Unusually Kathleen would be gone to work by the time Erin came out for breakfast. I would then kneel again and once again get bits and pieces of food to eat.

  After breakfast I cleaned up while she surfed the internet. Then when I was finished she would put me through my exercises. That consisted of her holding a crop and barking out different commands so that I had to throw myself from one position into another instantly and perfectly. It was really quite exhausting!

  After that came chores. I had a list of them, which was basically everything you had to do in a house, from cleaning to laundry. Erin sometimes went out, and sometimes did other things.

  You might think doing chores was boring, but not when done naked, with a collar around your throat and weighted balls dangling from your nipples and clitoris (my clitoris was pierced my third week there)! I usually had ben-wa or other kegel balls inside my pussy and a butt-plug with a tail in my bottom.

  And any chore I could do while on all fours had to be done on all fours, even if it took longer to do. And at any point in time she could come into the room behind me, bark out “Face down, bottom up, slave girl” and I would have to throw my chest onto the floor, raise my bottom high and spread my legs as if positioned to be mounted.

  And any delay in that got me a swift, sharp, stinging blow from the crop!

  I only got to use the toilet in the morning when it would be inconvenient for them to walk me. At other times if I needed to go to the bathroom I had to find Erin or Kathleen, crawl up to them, and then rub my face against their lower legs like a cat would. That was the signal I needed to be walked.

 
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