WVC Ch. 22: Training 02

I gaped as she eased two fingers inside, closing her eyes and moaning softly as they entered her slick tunnel. After only a few cursory strokes, she stopped and flicked the vertical metal bar back and forth across her distended clit. Erika shuddered once and yanked her hand away, seemingly impatient for my training to begin. I was about to find out why.

"Lose the robe, Bill. We don't' want to keep Mistress waiting."

Quickly, I slid the robe off my shoulders and hung it up beside hers. With a sly smile down at my bobbing hard-on, the gorgeous brunette threw the heavy door open and walked in. The candlelight seemed brighter than I remembered. Perhaps it was just that there were more spotlights illuminating the center of the room.

Numerous leather and metal instruments had been arranged on a small banquet table set up on one side. From the ceiling swung a large leather harness, but Mistress Shannon was nowhere to be seen. Erika strode into the bright light and sank to her knees, facing the back of the silent chamber as she spread her thighs wide and lowered her upper torso until her forehead was resting on the spongy carpet.

I followed her lead, assuming a position on the floor next to her and facing the same direction. After several moments, I heard a rustling of the curtains before the soft tap, tap tap of high heels on the thin carpeting announced the arrival of Mistress. From her prostrate position, Erika spoke.

"Good evening, Mistress Shannon. We thank you for your gracious time tonight."

I said nothing, thinking that my trainer had spoken for both of us.

"You may rise, but stay on your knees."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the prone brunette straighten up, spreading her thighs open wider as she arched her back and clasped her hands on top pf her head. I followed her lead, the movement causing my erect cock to bounce wildly as it jutted up between my legs.

Mistress Shannon wore nearly the same costume as before, thigh-high black leather boots, a crotch baring studded corset, and a half mask with her thick auburn hair pulled back into a long flowing pony-tail. The only change that I could see was that her leather corset was smaller than those she had worn for earlier ceremonies, revealing more of her superb body. Cinched tightly in at the waist, it left her shaved pussy completely nude and lifted her full breasts high, exposing the large oval nipples, dark red and pulsing with urgent excitement. With the ever present riding crop, she tapped her boots as she surveyed me, letting her green eyes linger on the throbbing log pointing up and out toward her.

"Your penis seems particularly eager to play tonight, Bill. Is there a reason?"

I hesitated, wondering if she were setting a trap.

"No Ma'am."

"I see."

The tall brunette let the tip of the crop trail across of my raised arms, lingering on the sensitive skin of the underside just under my shoulders. Moving closer, she strolled between Erika and me, running the cool leather down the front of my chest, passing lightly over the stiff buds of my nipples to caress the heaving ridges of my abdominals. As he slipped the tip of the crop lower still, across my smooth pubic mound to trace up and down the sides of my quivering stalk, I caught my breath. Sliding the smooth leather all around the rounded knob, she pressed it sideways, seeing how far it would go before it slipped free and bounced eagerly back to an upright position. Forcing the rigid log down toward the floor, she held it there for a long moment before letting go and watching it bob enthusiastically up and down.

"Most impressive. Now turn to face me."

Although her words seemed to be directed to me, I saw Erika rotate as well, keeping her knees well apart as we pivoted toward each other. Mistress Shannon stood with her booted feet spread wide so I could see between her legs as my trainer scooted closer, but my attention was on the gorgeous pair of pussy lips near me.

Mistress Shannon's outer folds were plump and full, rounded crescents of smooth flesh already open to reveal the delicate petals inside. Bright pink, almost flame colored, they glistened with moisture as she edged closer. As I caught a whiff of her dusky scent as an undertone to the spicy perfume that she usually wore, she tapped my upper back with the stiff crop to encourage me to lean forward.

"Tongue."

Obediently, I stuck out my tongue, guiding the tip into her slippery cleft. I heard her sigh as I licked, making sure to pass over the raised nub at the top of her pussy. She shuddered as I concentrated on it, flicking it back and forth as the taps on my back grew sharper until she was whacking me with more than a little force.

Suddenly, she froze, holding her breath. And then she exploded, showering my surprised face with a strong burst of fluid. Remembering my first training session, I opened my mouth wide, trying to capture as much of the spewing liquid as I could. As it shot out of her slit, she tilted her hips up to aim at me, trying to direct the flood of salty juice between my lips. At least half of it missed, splashing onto my neck and upper chest, streaming down my torso to pool on the carpeted floor.

Gasping for air, the reddish haired mistress stumbled sideways, leaving Erika and me facing each other as we knelt on the floor. Moisture gleamed on my trainer's face as she licked her lips, a wild look in her blue eyes. As I held the frothy fluid in my mouth, Mistress Shannon gave the next instruction.

"Kiss."

I hesitated to move, but my trainer didn't, crawling across the space between us, her full breasts swaying heavily beneath her. Rising onto her knees, she took my face in her hands and kissed me. With her probing tongue, she forced my lips apart and sucked Mistress's fluid out of my mouth. Leaning into me with her stiff nipples pressed through loose chains into my chest as she held my face tightly and spit the foamy juice back between my lips.

Back and forth we traded the salty liquid, each exchang increasing in fervor until Mistress tapped my shoulder.

"Enough."

Immediately, the kneeling brunette sat back on her heels and arched her back, setting the glittering links of chain in motion around her rigid nipples. Holding my gaze, she slowly opened her mouth to show me the glistening mixture of our saliva and Mistress' nectar. My cock throbbed eagerly, bobbing up and down as it pointed directly at the kneeling girl.

As she slipped between us, I was surprised to see that Mistress Shannon was facing away from me this time. As I stared at the rounded globes of her bare butt, it dawned on me what was next. Twisting her torso to glance back at me, she gave the command.

"Tongue."

With the riding crop dangling from her right wrist, she reached back with both hands to grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart. Brownish pink, the puckered opening between them seemed to wink at me, laughing at my discomfort. I hesitated.

"Tongue!"

Extending my tongue, I leaned forward and took a deep breath, being rewarded by a surprising hint of cinnamon. And when the tip slid onto her crinkled skin, I tasted that fragrant spice, as well as something tangy. As I flicked at the tiny crevice, I decided that it didn't taste bad, just different.

Mistress was moving her hips, pumping against my trainer's face, breathing harder as she approached another climax. Feeling braver, I stiffened my tongue and plunged it into her. She moaned, and I redoubled my efforts, twisting my head as I tried to work my spearing tongue in deeper. I felt her tremble under our combined assault, and then she froze.

I thought something might be wrong, so I stopped. She reached around and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my tongue deeper into her rectum. With a sharp cry, she exploded, writhing on our faces and spewing what turned out to be a massive amount of fluid into Erika's waiting mouth. As she bucked back and forth, I tried to keep my tongue inside of her, but the wild gyrations were too much.

Giving up, I sat back on my heels and watched the show, incredulous at the sheer volume of liquid that poured out of her. It streamed out of Erika's mouth and covered her upper chest, leaving a glistening wake as it coursed down her sleek torso. Finally, with her legs shaking, the reddish haired mistress staggered away.

I didn't have to be told again. Reaching for the kneeling brunette, I opened my mouth to receive what was left of Mistress Shannon's incredible ejaculation. With our tongues fencing, we swapped saliva and female juice as our mistress caught her breath.

"Enough. Erika, get him in the spreader bar."

With a Cheshire cat grin on her face, the kneeling girl sat back on her heels and answered, her glittering eyes locked on mine.

"Yes Ma'am."

After my trainer rose gracefully to her feet, she held out her hand to help me up, wrapped her fist around the base of my throbbing cockshaft and led me over to the table. Once she had me face the table and the various implements strewn on top, she released her firm grip on my protruding hard-on and kicked my feet well apart. Pushing firmly on my shoulders, she had me lean on the edge of the table. Making sure that I saw what she was doing, she picked up a rigid spreader bar from the table top, one that was about 2 feet long.

Kneeling behind me, she fastened one soft leather cuff around my left ankle, and then pulled my right foot farther apart so she could lock that cuff on as well. As she rose, she trailed her fingers up the back of my leg, stroking the inner part of my thigh before cupping my left ass cheek. My trainer began squeezing the firm muscle, moving it in a large circle as she leaned close to lick my ear.

"You have a great butt."

Erika licked me again, this time along the side of my face, starting just above my jaw line and ending at the corner of my eye. Chuckling softly, she retrieved a small package from the crowded table, one that resembled a travel pack size of Kleenex. After yanking out a soft cloth, I caught the surprising aroma of maple as she sauntered behind me. Out of my sight, my trainer let her fingertips slide back onto my exposed ass.

"Bend over."

Her already low voice had a guttural quality to it as she gently, but firmly pressed my lower back down. Obediently, I rested my weight on my hands and bent lower, waiting. Erika took her time, sliding her fingers all around the mounds of my ass, caressing the skin, massaging the muscles, slipping her fingers down into the valley between my cheeks to tease me.

As she brushed across my crinkled sphincter, I caught my breath. Pulling my left ass cheek wide, she carefully pressed the cool cloth against my puckered hole.

"Relax, and take a deep breath."

I exhaled in preparation to take that deep breath and she caught me by surprise. Wrapped in the moist cloth, she slipped her finger inside and began twisting and turning it back and forth, worming her way farther into my rectum. I thought she was done when she pulled it all the way out, but instead, she introduced a second digit and plunged them both back into my ass. I gasped at the intrusion. She was more energetic this time, reaching deeper to spiral them in and out, twirling her fingers as she worked. Finally, she was satisfied that she had stretched my hole enough. Withdrawing both fingers, she tossed the cloth aside.

With butterflies in my stomach, I felt her hover behind me. She must have knelt on the floor since I felt her hot breath on my moistened skin as she pulled my ass cheeks far apart. Even as I suspected what was coming, I was startled when she slid her tongue across my waiting crevice.

Erika was patient with me, gently lapping at the entrance until she felt me relax. Then, she dug her fingers into the inner curves of my ass cheeks and pulled them farther apart, forcing the tip of her tongue inside. I gasped as she wriggled it back and forth, trying to ease her way deeper into my sphincter. In the silence, I could hear little mewling noises amid the licking sounds as my trainer devoted her mouth and tongue to my butt.

As the kneeling girl grew more passionate, rubbing her nose between my ass cheeks and worming her tongue farther into my rectum, I started to pant, completely forgetting about Mistress Shannon. Out of the corner of my eye, she appeared, a broad grin on her face below the half mask.

"She's very good, isn't she?"

My answer was a gasp.

"Yes Ma'am."

"With enough training and practice, you'll become just as accomplished."

Dropping her gaze to my crotch, she eyed the quivering pole jutting out before me.

"I see that your lovely penis is responding quite nicely."

There was no need to reply. My throbbing hard-on did that for me. Reaching down, she ran her fingers along the sides of the bloated shaft, tracing the thick veins as they pulsed eagerly. Circling the stalk with her fist, she squeezed, firmly pressing against my balls before slowly pumping, first stroking up, and then back down the full length of my stiff log. After only one stroke, she released her grip to run her fingertip back and forth across the tip of the rounded bulb.

I shivered as her exquisite touch caused the slit to yawn open, winking at her as she caressed the straining knob, sliding the soft pads of her fingers over the taut skin. I was surprised to see the first drop of my lubricating fluid emerge from the open hole and perch on the lip, gleaming in the spotlight. Usually, it took a little longer for me to start leaking.

Mistress paused, touching sparkling liquid with her forefinger. As she began to smear it across the rounded surface of my engorged cockhead, she called out.

"Enough, Erika. Get him ready for the rest of the evening."

After slathering a last lick on my exposed sphincter, my trainer scrambled to her feet, moisture glistening on her lips as she stood up beside me. Lowering her blue eyes, she made a production of selecting another pair leather cuffs, this one with a single black strap attached. As Mistress continued to spread the oozing fluid on my purplish bulb, coating the taut skin and running her fingertip all around the sensitive rim, the younger brunette ordered me.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Immediately, I complied, arching my back slightly so that Erika could fasten the cuffs onto my wrists. I couldn't see what she was doing, but Mistress Shannon could. Through the leather half mask, her green eyes glittered as she glanced up briefly to oversee what the younger brunette was doing. A faint smile played across her lips. Dropping her eyes back to my drooling pole, she milked the stalk for another seeping discharge with her other hand, the riding crop dangling loosely from her wrist. As she rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth across the sensitive underside of my purplish bulb, she released my cockshaft so she could smooth the slippery liquid over the shiny top.

When Erika tugged my cuffed wrists higher, I quickly realized that she was attaching the single leather strap to one of the rings on the back of my collar, which forced my arms into an awkward angle behind me. Stepping back to my front, her blue eyes sparkled as she started to finger my nipples, pinching them, pulling them, encouraging each to bloom into a full erection.

Not yet satisfied, she ducked her head and sucked first one, and then the other between her lips, nipping them lightly with her teeth, pulling them out away from my pectoral muscles. When she finally stopped, I was panting. I thought she was done, but reaching toward the table, she picked up a pair of tiny clips attached together by a thin silvery chain.

Pinching the rigid button on my left pectoral, she carefully fastened one clip to the very end as Mistress began to finger my cockslit. I gasped as Erika looped the connecting chain through a ring in the front of my collar. Keeping the glittering links pulled tight, my trainer clipped the other in place, which tugged my tortured nipples upward.

Grinning, she stepped back to back to admire her handiwork, standing with her booted feet apart and her hands on her shapely hips. I could see moisture glistening on the plump lips between her thighs. Releasing her grip on my bloated pole so that it swung free, Mistress backed up to join her. As the two women looked me up and down, my eager hard-on jutted out from between my thighs, pointing directly at them and throbbing with excitement.

"Do you think he's ready now, Mistress?"

I certainly wasn't going anywhere. Not with my feet restrained and propped wide by the rigid metal bar. And not with my hands firmly cuffed behind my back and attached to the back of my collar. And especially not with my nipples clipped to the taut chain looped through the ring in the front of my collar. Even the slightest movement sent waves of electricity jolting through my nipples and down into my crotch. The only appendage not fully restrained was my cock, and even there, the leather cock strap kept me firmly erect.

"You've prepared him well, Erika. But compared to the other restraints he's wearing, his large penis seems to suffer from a woeful lack of confinement. Let's fix that."

Strolling back to the table, her full breasts wobbled slightly as they perched on lip of her studded corset. After Mistress Shannon retrieved a small leather strap, about one inch thick, she returned with a wicked glint in her eyes. Bending over my exposed crotch, she carefully wrapped it around my quivering shaft, snapping the black leather into place just below the prominent ridge of the swollen knob. I winced. The black leather was just tight enough to pinch the sensitive skin,

"This is a cock collar. It serves the same purpose as the one you have around your neck."

She attached a thin chain to a small ring on the underside of the leather strap.

"I can use it to lead you by your big penis, like this."

Tugging gently, she pulled me to the center of the room, closer to the leather harness swinging from the ceiling. On stiff legs, I awkwardly inched forward, my stretched nipples throbbing inside the tight clips with each lurching step. Erika must have been adjusting the height of the suspended frame as it dropped as we approached, lowering it from shoulder height down to about knee level. As I staggered closer, I could see that it was in the shape of a large X. Mistress Shannon kept pulling me until I was between two of the black leather extensions, and then she stopped.

"Or, I can use the ring on your cock collar to attach a weight, like this."

Unhooking the lead chain from the ring on my cock collar, the reddish haired mistress fastened a short chain with a small lead sinker instead. Immediately, the slight upward slant of my hard-on reversed, drooping under the weight.

"I've noticed that despite the imposing size of your penis, you still are able to achieve an impressive loft to your erection. This will control that. It will also increase your sensitivity to every move you make."

Her smile was chilling. I felt more helpless and vulnerable than l ever had before.

"This is only a few ounces. I might add more to it, maybe as much as a pound or two."

Gazing down at the end of my distended log, I saw that under the weight of the sinker, my stiffened cock was now pointing down toward the floor.

Suspended from the ceiling by four stout ropes, I could see that they connected to circular ring, parallel to the floor and maybe eight inches in diameter. In turn, that ring was attached to a heavy chain disappearing up into the darkness of the ceiling. Thick and sturdy, the harness would have no trouble supporting one, and perhaps even two people in mid-air.

I sensed Erika come up beside as Mistress Shannon grinned.