A Taste of Slavery Ch. 29

Twenty swats I gave her. Her bottom was wriggling all over the place to escape, but of course she couldn't. There was no escape. No matter how she danced, I could find her. I didn't pause, giving her all twenty at once. I told her she could let go now. Her hands were white, she'd gripped so hard. I pulled her into my lap, soothing her, stroking her face until she got her crying under control.

"There, there, Janet. The worst is over now, and you survived." I cupped a breast and kissed her, stopping the last of her sniffing. Giving her several seconds to gather herself, then asking. "How do you feel now? Are you aroused?"

"Yes, but isn't it the Slave Trainer, Mistress? It's kept me on edge since you put it in."

"Very possible. You're wearing it to better tolerate your spanking. I'm not yet ready for you to orgasm. You'll have to earn that." I kissed her again.

"How may I earn it, Mistress?"

"You'll find out in time. Tell me about the third time you climaxed, early this morning."

"I was showering for work. I hadn't yet masturbated, so I was doing it in the shower. It felt so good and came on me so suddenly, I couldn't stop myself in time."

"You see how being denied that which you most want, affects you. You want to cum. It becomes critical to you, but you mustn't because your dominant has said you can't. At some point, you need to become more obedient. You cannot fail to comply. Obedience becomes more important than your own needs.

"Master left Lisa and I alone while he went to LA. He told us we could only pleasure each other from six PM to midnight each day, half of which we spent exercising with you. We obeyed him explicitly. He's gone, and you would say to yourself, how would he know you were having sex? He wouldn't. He would never know. But if we're disobeying our Master, are we sex slaves? And if we're not sex slaves, what are we? Two horny women who used to live next door to each other fucking while one's husband is away. How is that different from a million other marriages that failed. Maybe her gender is different, but we're just fucking around.

"Master can make us cum after he's told us not to. We have no control over that. He'll sometimes do it because he wants to punish us. But if it's our choice, we'll stop when he orders us to stop. I will fuck you tonight after telling you to ask permission to cum. You'll beg and plead, but I won't give you permission. You will cum. You won't be able to help yourself. But when I tell you to masturbate and not cum, it's your choice if you disobey. Thus, I'm going to whip you tonight. When Reneé whipped you last week, did she only whip your bottom?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I'm going to whip your tits and pussy. I will not be as gentle as Reneé was. Get up now, we're going to your bedroom."

I gathered up some of the other items I'd left on the sofa; several feet of rope, a blindfold and a ball gag. Going in, I intended to tie her down on her bed, but when I saw Janet had a four poster, tying her to the end of the bed became the better option. Removing Janet's Slave Trainer so it wouldn't interfere with the whip, it was dripping with her arousal. I told her to lick it clean, to taste herself. She was ashamed to do so in front of me, blushing, yet obeyed my commands.

The Slave Trainer clean, I bid her to stand between the foot posts. I made her display, spreading her feet wider. Fastening the rope to her ankle cuffs, I tied her feet to each side. Next, the rope was fastened to her wrist cuffs and stretched toward the tops of the foot posts. When I'd finished, she was spread eagled at the foot of her bed. Janet moaned when I lightly touched her sex, opened before me. She was slick with desire. She tried rubbing herself against my fingers so I pulled away.

"Janet, I'm putting a ball gag in your mouth, which means you won't be able to use your safe word. Your safety signal becomes your hands. I want you to stand with your fists closed. If you must use your safe word, you'll splay your fingers out on both hands. If I only see the fingers of one hand, I'll assume you're just stretching or flexing your fingers. You must open both hands before I assume you're using your safe signal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Make fists." She made fists. "Show me your safety signal." She spread her fingers. "Close them again." Satisfied she understood, I said, "Like before, your safe signal is only to be used if you cannot tolerate one more stroke. If you can take one more, don't use it."

I put the ball gag in and fastened it around her head. She looked a little panicked, so I caressed her breasts, making her moan. "Show me your safe signal." Her fingers spread open. "I won't strike you beyond your ability to tolerate. If you want me to stop, show me the signal and I'll stop, then I'll release you. Nod if you understand." Janet nodded.

I picked up the blindfold. "I'm going to blindfold you, Janet. Sometimes, something hurts because you believe it should hurt. You see a whip landing on your skin, it's like 'it must be hurting, I need to stop it,' when it doesn't hurt as bad as you think it should. If you can't see the whip land, you can't see the stripe it leaves, maybe it doesn't hurt as much as you think it should. The rules aren't changing. You can stop everything from happening. You can stop it now. But if you want to know how submissive you are, this is a test. Nod if you understand."

She nodded, a little shakily I thought. I kissed her cheek, and put on the blindfold. When she was in blackness, she tugged more against her ropes. I watched her hands to make sure they didn't open. I got close to her, so close our breasts were touching.

I whispered. "The first thing you'll feel is me running the strands of the whip over your skin. I won't be striking you, merely touching you. Then, I'm going to test the whip on myself. You'll hear the crack of it against my skin. I'm almost positive you'll flinch, merely from the sound, thinking it must be hitting you. It won't. It will be hitting me because I want to ensure I don't strike you too hard. We're not doing this to test your pain tolerance, Janet. This is testing if you can recognize the difference between the sensuous pain of a Master, good pain; and just plain pain or bad pain. I'll warn you before I strike you. Nod if you understand."

Janet nodded. I let the strands of the whip caress her body. Her nipples hardened. I had to suck one, it looked so tempting. She moaned. I let the strands tickle her buttocks, and feather over her mound. She shivered. I struck myself. She flinched, as expected. I struck myself again and she jumped once more, but as I kept doing so, she quit responding to every smack. I found a level I was comfortable with, then reduced it, because I was accustomed to it now and Janet wasn't.

"I'm going to hit you now, Janet. I'm watching your hands. I'll see your signal if you give it." She nodded again.

Across her belly, a slight rounding, which looked sexy as hell to me. She looked good, not fat at all. Her ex was a dick. Smack. She jumped, realized she wasn't going to die, and relaxed a little. Smack, slightly higher, smack, slightly lower, nervously twitching, but not as badly as the first one. Just under her breasts, slightly lighter. Just above her mound, as light. Across her thighs, slightly harder. Across her belly again, the same. Seven times, Janet had been swatted, and she realized it wasn't going to be that bad. I knew it stung; I was leaving a trail of red stripes where the strands had kissed her flesh. But some things sound worse than they are, the mere name, 'whipping', brings fear.

A swat across her breasts, lighter, a sharp intake of breath. I know it stung. Breasts are tender, but no sign of surrender. Lower, across her mound, not quite on her slit. Whimpers from under the gag, her hands fists. Another across her breasts, one strand striking her nipple, nervous shifting and tugging at her bonds, but fisted hands. I sucked upon the nipple I'd struck, soothing it. Janet pushed forward, pushing more of her breast in my mouth.

"Halfway, Janet. If you get through the remaining ten, I'll let you orgasm. Would you like that?"

Vigorous nodding, wanting to orgasm. Whether her position, her helplessness, her blindness or even the whipping itself had her aroused, she definitely wanted to cum. Her legs were spread far enough apart, I could strike her inner thighs, so I swatted both, close to her open, unprotected sex. She shivered. Another one on her belly, curling around the hip. Another one on the breast, close to a nipple. Despite missing it, I still sucked on it, making her moan. Another one on her abdomen, flinching. A light one across her pussy. She danced and I watched her hands closely. Still closed.

"Five more and you can cum." The promise of relief from all the tension of the last thirteen hours. The next three quick, inside thigh, belly, underboob, pausing. She was dancing again, not from pain, but anticipation, wanting release. Another one across her breasts, groaning, hands fisted.

"Do you know where the last one is landing, Janet?"

She moaned again, nodding.

"After I strike you, I'm going to make it all better."

Nodding some more, wanting it over with, her hips actually thrusting towards me, begging to be over. I swatted her naked, parted sex, slightly harder than before, but not the hardest one, those reserved for her abs. As soon as it landed, I dropped the whip on the floor, hugged Janet's body, my left arm around her back, squeezing her left breast while my right hand dropped to her cunt and two fingers thrust inside her.

Janet was sopping. There was no resistance to my invasion. She humped my hand, thrusting against me, cumming within seconds, moaning half in pain at the last whip stroke, half from her release. It lasted for several seconds. I could feel her cunt contracting on my fingers in rhythmic pulses.

"Is that better, baby? All better now?"

Nodding, practically melting, her legs limp, hanging on her arms. I removed the ball gag.

"How do you feel? Was it what you expected?"

"It was better than I imagined it could be, Mistress. I expected it to be so much worse. I orgasmed so quickly."

"Depending how you feel about it, I suppose it's a good sign. You show evidence of being quite submissive. I don't know if it's what you want or not."

I was releasing her, legs first, then hands. The last thing off was her blindfold. When she saw me, she blushed, embarrassed by her response to both the whipping and my finger fucking.

"I don't know what I want, Mistress. It confuses and scares me. I think I should be terrified to feel this good about it, yet I can't help how much I enjoy it. I want to end it now so I don't know what I am, but also want to see where it goes."

"I understand. Admitting to yourself you have these desires is fearful. We're taught from childhood to be equal, to be free, to be independent. It feels like a violation of everything we've ever learned, that submission is wrong, and it certainly can be with the wrong person. Being timid and submissive to your ex was horribly wrong, because he misused your submissiveness.

"My Master treats me well. He cares for me and loves me, cherishes me for my submission. If he were different from what he was, I don't think I could have loved this as much as I do. When Master first suggested making my fantasies a reality, the thing which scared me the most was that I might love it too much. I was right, in the sense I did love it, but my fears were still groundless, because what difference did it make if I did. My life has never been more perfect.

"I suppose if Master hadn't wanted to continue, I'd be miserable now, wanting it, but unable to have it. But if I'm a good slave, who does all I can to satisfy and care for my Master, why should he ever want to end it? Being a good slave allows him to be a good Master and we both have what we desire."

"Yes, Mistress. I see what you mean. What are you going to show me next."

"You're going to learn to lick cunt like a slave slut. If you do it well, I shall return the favor to you and once each day, when you're masturbating, you can orgasm. If you do it poorly, you won't cum again tonight, nor any other day until you meet with me again and can prove you've learned to please me."

"Yes, Mistress." Janet blushed. "I've never done this before except with Reneé last week. I had my eyes closed, I was so scared. I'm sure I did it all wrong."

"When Lisa told me about it, she said it took you half an hour to give Reneé three orgasms. I know Reneé was incredibly aroused by what happened. You should have made her cum three times in ten minutes, tops. We'll get that straightened out or you will be a very miserable slave."

I pulled her onto the bed, kissed her, holding her close. She responded, tentatively at first, then with more passion, her tongue dancing with mine. I caressed her breasts. She hesitated, then caressed mine, feeling my excitement, my nipples stiffening under her fingers.

"The most important responsibility of a sex slave is not to be there for Master to fuck; it's to do everything in our power to arouse and stimulate our dominant. They may be tired, or sore, or not in the mood. It's our responsibility to soothe, to waken, to rouse, to change his mood. You must learn to seduce them when they are at their worst moments. When it seems they couldn't possibly fuck again, you should attempt to rouse them, to be your most pleasing self.

"What I want you to do now is assume I'm too tired for sex, too weary. You will strive to awaken me, with your touches, your kisses, your licks. Nice and slow, there's no hurry. Seduce me. Make me desire you, want to fuck you. Don't close your eyes. Keep them open, monitor my responses. Does my breathing get faster, do my nipples become taut in your hands, do my breasts flush, do my legs part, inviting more, do I become wetter, do I moan for you, hold your head against me. These are the signals you're looking for.

"Think of everything you've ever loved about oral sex being done with you and put it to work on me. I will be easy to seduce tonight. I want you, but I want you to work for it. If you're successful in your seduction, I will cum early and often. If I do, I will do the same for you. I'll make you scream in pleasure, and you'll know you'll be successful in seducing a woman.

"You'll practice these skills on Lisa, Reneé and I, but eventually, you'll need to transfer these skills to a man as I assume if you eventually decide to submit, it will be to a man, not a woman. So you'll need to learn how to suck a cock, to make love to it with your mouth, to take all of it down your throat, even a larger and fatter cock. You'll drink every drop of cum like it's the sweetest nectar, to keep sucking until he gets hard again, so he can fuck you. You'll learn to clean him, to gather your mutual cum off his cock, to savor the taste of your sex and his on his prick. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Then begin."

Janet paused a few moments, whether to consider my instructions, recall her past experiences as a recipient of oral sex, or general nerves, I did not know. But soon she started by kissing me some more, our tongues entwining, then moving down, kissing my neck, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts, and eventually my nipples, standing at attention. Soft kisses, accompanied by tiny bites, and gentle sucking, not enough to leave love marks.

She kept her eyes open, watching me, watching my responses, witnessing the signs of my increased arousal. She saw my breasts heave, my back arch, my hands hold her suckling my breasts. She smiled at me, understanding her affect. Slowly, with much lingering, she worked her way down my stomach, kissing, licking, nipping, eventually reaching my mound, skipping it, jumping to my legs, my inner thighs. Inhaling my scent, my arousal, hearing my moans of pleasure, knowing she was doing as I wanted.

My legs parted for her, inviting her deeper, to sample my mysteries, my soft folds, to taste my nectar. Watching me, she scraped her tongue up my slit, making me jump and moan and shudder. I held her head against my cleft, spreading wider, inviting her tongue to invade my core, sip my fluids. Releasing her, wanting to see what she'd do next, watching, waiting. Her brown eyes liquid pools to infinity, she watched as her tongue approached my clit, my back arching as she touched it, spasming for her, then another, and another as she lightly sucked my clit, a hard spike. Two more orgasms, shivering, melting, so intense my eyes closed in rapture.

Janet paused. I opened my eyes, looking at her, face covered in my cum, a clear glaze all around her mouth. I motioned her up, kissed her, licking myself from her lips, her face.

"Did I do well, Mistress?"

"Very good, Janet. You've earned your reward. How did you like it?"

"It was fine, Mistress. I thought I might dislike it more, being unused to it and unsure of myself and whether I wanted to be with a woman, but it wasn't bad. I could see your training making me a better lover all around, whether or not I choose to become a submissive."

"Oh, yes. Your skills will eventually rival those of an experienced courtesan; able to please any you choose to pleasure. I'll make sure of it."

First, I made sure she had three orgasms just as she'd given me, orally seducing her, until she was grinding herself against my face in total abandon, biting her pillow to keep from screaming aloud. To top it off, I put strapless vibrator in my cunt and fucked her close to unconsciousness. I ordered her to beg, as I said I would, then denied her permission to cum, which made her need all the greater. Despite my orders, she climaxed over and over again, shivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. I stopped fucking her and rolled off her.

"You should be punished again for disobeying my orders not to cum," I said, as we both panted in near exhaustion. I'd cum as often as Janet did.

"How could I not, Mistress?" She asked. "I told you I was going to cum and you kept fucking me anyway."

"The dilemma of a submissive. Ordered not to orgasm and fucked until she has no choice. It reminds us our pleasure is not ours to own, but our Master's to give. You have no choice. Your dominant will keep you from having sex, or fuck you to exhaustion and you have no control. You can be on a Slave Trainer, kept from cumming, or given so many orgasms you pass out. The choice will be theirs, not yours."

"Does your Master limit your orgasms?"

"All the time. It was one of the reasons I needed to have permission to work with you. This training couldn't happen without my both giving and receiving sex. I can't have sex without Master's permission. It can be very hard for us, as Lisa and I always feel our need. We want to cum constantly, we're always wet, ready to fuck, yet Master is gone, working all day, asleep at night, and limited by the number of times he can cum. Sometimes, he lets Lisa and I pleasure one another because he understands our desire for sex, but it's always up to him." I paused.

"You need to learn to clean up after yourself. I want you to lick this vibrator clean, my end as well as yours, then clean up my cunt. You will do the same for a Master, or if you acquire a sister slave, for her, or I guess him, if the slave is a male."

She did as I bid, licking everything clean, including me. When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?"

"More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants."