But all good things must come (or cum) to an end so after about 10 minutes I gave in and really started going to town sucking on her clit. I also reached up and began pinching both her nipples. The result I was expecting happened quickly. It was a good thing she was bound because she probably would have been clawing at my back as her orgasm overtook her. Although I couldn't see her reaction, I heard it. I also felt her body shaking. No doubt she was thrashing her head back and forth since that was the only free part of her body. My mouth was rewarded with a fresh batch of juice, which I eagerly consumed. When she finally began to come down from her orgasmic high I turned my head to look at the camera. I pursed my lips as if to say "tasty" to my unseen host. I wondered if I would be eating her soon and, if so, if she would taste like the woman from the party. Perhaps she was the woman at the party. It was time to find out. I quickly stripped off my clothes. I then made sure the egg was set to low (it seemed like the right thing to do) and slid it back inside Brittney. She moaned again. Then I crawled to the door.
I thought I remembered the layout of the house pretty well. But what I didn't know was where the security camera room might be. I was pretty confident they were watching me, but I couldn't begin to guess where they were. So I did the next best thing. I just started crawling around.
From the garage the kitchen was my first stop, but it was empty. I looked in the family room but found nobody. I heard the sound of a heel on the hardwood floor, but by the time I got to where I thought the sound came from, the person was gone. I searched down the hallway where my encounter happened last time but came up empty. Then suddenly Brittney was standing next to me. How did she escape? I asked her and she chuckled. She told me that Mistress was playing a game with me by moving around so I wouldn't find her. Brittney told me she was to bring me out by the pool. I remembered the stocks being out by the pool and wondered if they were in my future.
We arrived by the pool to find Dasha lounging on a chaise with a tall glass of something that looked refreshing. "Welcome Jenni," she greeted me. "Brittney tells me you want to feel the warmth of submitting to a superior person again."
I thought for a minute. Not that I doubted she was right, but I wanted to be sure I phrased my reply correctly. Finally I went with the standard, "Yes, Mistress."
"I am not your Mistress," she replied. "At least, not yet," she said with a wink. "For today call me ma'am. That denotes the respect I deserve. Calling me mistress involves a level of commitment neither of us have made to each other yet."
There was a pregnant pause in the conversation. I guess she was waiting for me to agree. The silence was uncomfortable. Finally I said, "Yes, ma'am."
"Very good," she replied. "Let's begin."
The first thing Dasha had me do was stand in front of her chair. She told me to spread my legs and put my hands on my head. "This is an inspections pose," she told me. She explained that some dominants, herself included, like to examine their submissives before a session begins. I think Brittney liked watching her mistress as she stood up and began her assessment. "Eyes forward. Don't move," she instructed. It was difficult for me. I still wasn't comfortable having a woman touch me. Given the situation I wouldn't be comfortable with a man doing it either, but I did my best to follow her directions.
Mistress, sorry, Ma'am Dasha gave Brittney a brutally honest evaluation of my body. She commented that she didn't have an opportunity to play with me at the party. I guess I can scratch her off the list of possible pussies I licked. (I was pretty sure it was Brittney whom I serviced.) "Nice tits," she said as she squeezed them firmly. "Ass needs work," as she did the same to my backside. This continued with her feeling every inch of my body including inside my pussy ("juicy like I like") and my inside my mouth forcing me to taste my own flavor. My legs were struggling to support me by the time she was finished. I'm sure she could tell I was shaking, although I was really trying to hold still. Ma'am had a wicked smile on her face when she put two fingers into my pussy for the second time. This time her thumb stayed on my clit.
"Brittney tells me you are a pretty wild young girl. I can tell you are enjoying this. Rule number one..." she spoke although I was entirely focused on the pleasure she was giving me. I could feel an orgasm building. All of a sudden she pulled her fingers out and slapped me on the cheek. "You're not paying attention," she scolded me.
"I'm sorry Ma'am," I apologized having been snapped back into reality. "I was about to cum because you were rubbing my clit." That made her smile.
"Because I was rubbing your clit or because anybody was rubbing your slut button."
I'm sure she knew the truth was anybody touching me right then could make me squirm and orgasm. But I wanted to please her and told her "because you are doing it."
"Let's put that to the test," she announced. "Brittney, help me out."
I watched cautiously as Brittney, who at first had been watching the proceedings, now moved in front of me.
"Finger this wannabe sub while I explain the rules. If she cums on your hand, you get to spank her."
Brittney quickly moved into position. But instead of standing in front of me like Ma'am had done, Brittney moved behind me. She then wrapped her left arm around my stomach and pulled me tight against her while her right hand found my clit and began rubbing me. Almost immediately my legs buckled (thankfully Brittney was supporting me until I could recover) and a throaty moan escaped my lips.
"As I was saying," Dasha continued. "Rule number one – no orgasms without permission. You don't own your body. Your dominant does. They will decide if and when you are allowed to cum. Failure to obey will lead to punishment."
I was trying to listen, I really was. But Brittney's magic fingers dancing on my clit were making it tough. The fact that I was also standing naked in the back yard of a beautiful and powerful woman wasn't helping either.
"Rule number two," she announced. "You will comply with all commands immediately and without question. If the UPS guy comes to the door and your dominant tells you to get the package naked or suck him off, you will do so without hesitation. You fuck who your dominant tell you. Your job is to serve them and give pleasure. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I said breathlessly.
"Yes Ma'am," she corrected me. "I already have four slaves. I don't really need another. But I'm sure I can find you someone cruel to impose their will on you. Brittney show her what happens when she can't even follow a simple rule like calling me Ma'am."
I was afraid Brittney was going to spank me or pinch my nipples, but instead she let me go and moved in front of me. I probably should have realized this was part of Dasha's plan from the beginning, but I guess I was too naïve. I was surprised to find Brittney on her knees in front of me and pulling my crotch onto her mouth.
"Brittney wasn't very good at eating pussy when she first became infatuated with my husband. But she was an eager student. She realized pretty quickly that if she wanted his cock to satisfy her cravings she had to please me as well. Now she is an expert. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," I shouted. I felt a big orgasm building as Brittney went to work on me.
"I'm going to explain the rest of the rules, but you probably will not remember most of them. I can already see on your face that your mind is concentrating on what Brittney is doing to you and not on me. But that is fine. Since you will not have permission to cum, you must have realized you will be punished when you cum on her face. She is going to spank you, but I am going to flog you. That is what you have in store for yourself since you lack control."
My mind was becoming more and more out of it as Brittney's tongue continued to work my clit. But I wasn't so far gone yet that I didn't notice Dasha had not said "if I cum on her face." She was not telling me that she thought I lacked enough self-control to keep from orgasming. She was telling me that she "knew" I couldn't control myself. Even with the penalty of being spanked and flogged she was decreeing that I couldn't control myself. I wish I could say she was wrong, but I knew in my heart she was right.
I'm not sure how many additional rules she gave me. My mind was spinning, especially after Brittney slid her fingers back inside me. I was moaning and trying not to move was out the window. I was fucking myself on her hand and grinding myself on her face.
"You were born to be a submissive, Jenni," Dasha announced. Somehow that got through the fog of my arousal even if her rules had not. "You're desperate enough to cum to accept your punishment. If you were my sub the feeling would be even more compelling." Then she moved up close next to me and whispered in my ear so Brittney wouldn't hear her. "You'll make a fine fuck doll someday. Let go your inhibitions and accept who you are. You were born to bring pleasure. You will serve your dominant. You crave discipline. You will follow their instructions. You will learn from their teachings. You will obey their commands. You will take pleasure in their using you. Your actions will make them proud. You will take pleasure in making them proud."
Every word she said went straight to my heart. It was as if she was programing me. I hated myself for shamelessly cumming on Brittney's face while Dasha was being so kind as to instruct me how a submissive should act. I knew I had displeased her by my own selfish actions. Who was I to determine when I should climax? I knew the consequences of not following her command (and rule number one) and accepted that I had earned her punishment. I only hoped I would learn from my mistake so I could serve my real dominant (whoever that might be) better in the future. My legs collapsed as my emotions released into a convulsing, crying heap on the ground.
By the time I regained my composure, both Dasha and Brittney were sitting on their respective lounge chairs. "Over Brittney's lap for your spanking," Dasha commanded pointing at Brittney. I meekly obeyed. It was a strange sensation. It wasn't the first time Brittney had spanked me. That happened at the party. But that time it seemed like play. It was part of my kinky adventure that night. This time she was punishing me. No, she didn't spank me that much harder this time, but I knew the reason was that I had displeased Dasha. I wondered if I had displeased Brittney as well. Just like before Brittney varied the force of her blows and just like before she would pause and finger me from time to time.
"I bet I can make her cum again, Mistress," Brittney proclaimed to Dasha. "Do you want her to give you two reasons to whip her?"
I'd almost forgotten about the flogging Dasha had promised to give me. I was so focused on the painful delights of Brittney's palm and the warmth spreading through my body that I'd neglected that this was the easy part of my punishment.
"Do what you want Brittney. I'll give you 15 minutes. I need to start dinner for your master and get the flogger."
With Brittney in charge, at least temporarily, I hoped for a reprieve. I suppose that was misguided. Brittney gave me 10 more hard whacks on each ass cheek. I'm sure her palm print was imprinted on my butt.
"Listen Jenni," she told me in a hushed tone. "My pussy is on fire from what she was doing to you. I need you to get me off quickly before she comes back. You need the practice anyway. I'm sure you'll be eating her pussy and sucking master's cock before the night is over."
Brittney pushed me off her lap, swung her legs off the chaise and spread them. Her pussy was glistening showing me she wasn't lying about getting aroused watching me. I got down on my knees like she had done to me. My first couple of licks were tentative.
"What are you waiting for slut," Brittney exclaimed a bit louder than before. "Eat me. Make me cum and do it quickly."
She reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. Her forceful nature made it easier in my mind to give a better effort. Soon enough she was rolling her hips as my tongue danced over her clit and pushed passed her labia to lap at her juices. I could tell she was enjoying herself which made me happy. I though back to what Dasha had whispered in my ear. The phrases that made me cum so hard came back to me. "You was born to give pleasure. Your actions will make them proud. You will take pleasure in making them proud." I redoubled my efforts to make Brittney cum. I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I didn't know if she had permission or not to cum, but I figured that wasn't my problem. I was following her commands and Dasha had said she was in charge. That absolved me of responsibility. I started to feel the same rush as when Brittney had tied me up at the party. I had no choice but to eat her pussy and make her cum. The decision wasn't mine. I was just her toy to be played with and my own pleasure was instigated by pleasing her, Dasha, Peter or whomever they authorized.
I felt Brittney grab my head with both hands and sensed her body tensing. Her moment of release was at hand. "Oh Jenni, yes!" I heard her exclaim. At the exact same time I heard a "whoosh" sound. I felt a slight breeze as the talons of the flogger passed my face an instant before they impacted on Brittney's milky flesh. Her hips jumped forcing her pussy even firmer into my face. She screamed and let go of my head. I was able to pull my head back just enough to see the second strike of the flogger strike against her breasts. Brittney recoiled and rolled over in pain.
"What's rule number one?" she yelled at Brittney.
"No orgasms without permission, Mistress Dasha," Brittney shouted back. "Please Mistress, not my tits."
I was studying Brittney's face and I could tell she lacked conviction when she made that request. It occurred to me that she knew what her punishment would be just like what had been promised to me. She also had to know her mistress would return and catch her. She must have wanted to be punished. I watched as red marks began to form on her porcelain skin from the first strike of the leather flogger.
"No Brittney," her mistress chided her. "I think you want the kiss of my lash too much. You can go home now and think about how you disappointed me. I will instruct Renee to make sure you don't masturbate for one week. I will also tell her to be sure you don't paddle yourself or do anything else that may be considered punishment. Then you may return and we will see if you have learned anything."
I watched as Brittney slowly walked back to the house. I could tell she was disappointed. Just as Dasha had read my needs correctly she had also done the same with Brittney. Of course she was Brittney's Mistress so dispensing the appropriate punishment for her was more important. It also taught me a valuable lesson. Until then I assumed that sex was the ultimate motivator. I'd been spanked twice but both times had been a precursor to achieving orgasm. With Brittney, it seemed, the motivation was the punishment itself. I didn't really understand that, but I did understand how Dasha used her influence to take away the thing Brittney craved most of all, her mistress' approval. Then Dasha turned her attention to me.
"Do you know what just happened?" she asked me. I decided not to proffer an opinion.
"No Ma'am," I replied.
"Brittney is a good girl most of the time, but sometimes she forgets her place. I allow her certain leniencies to play with my daughter because I would rather Renee is with someone I know. But sometimes she forgets that when she is here, she is to serve me and follow the rules. She knows how much I enjoy flogging a new submissive. But she also knows I have to take it easy on you the first time. By breaking the rules she was attempting to get me to punish her so I could savor the snap on her flesh. I appreciate her motivation because it comes from her longing to serve me. So I couldn't flog her because that is what she wanted. I could have put her on the tease table and drove her insane with lust, but I thought waiting a week to see me and not being allowed to orgasm was a better punishment. I'll make sure my daughter plays with her each night and brings her close to orgasm without letting her crash over. By the time she returns she will be much better behaved."
I sort of understood her, but I was really focused on the flogger in her hand as it had been promised to me. I just stayed kneeling in the position I had been when eating Brittney waiting for Dasha to make her next move. She told me to rise and follow her into the house. I did and enjoyed the view of her backside as we walked back through the kitchen. She then led me to the basement. I had not been down there during the party. We passed through a second family room and into a room, which was obviously a dungeon. Dasha told me to stand in the middle of the room and I obeyed her without question.
Dasha went to a control box and I heard a whirring noise above me. I looked up and saw a cable descending from the ceiling. When it reached level with my head Dasha released the control button and it stopped. She then returned with a set of heavy leather cuffs. She didn't speak. She simply cuffed my wrists together and then attached them to the cable. Before she hoisted me, however, she went to another cabinet and returned with a plastic butterfly which she taped to my clit with the help of a piece of bondage tape that she wrapped around my body. She flipped the power switch on the butterfly and instantly I moaned.
"We're not going to cum again without permission are we?" she said mockingly. She knew damn well I would cum from the vibrations centered on my clit.
"No Ma'am," I said trying to sound convincing. I'm sure I was not, but I'm just as sure she knew exactly what I was feeling.
"Well, you be a good girl and follow the rules and I'll go easy on you."
Dasha then used the bondage tape to secure my legs tightly together using pieces around my thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Even if I wasn't cuffed to the ceiling chain, I was going nowhere fast. Then she picked up the flogger. For a moment I forgot about the butterfly. She stood in front of me tapping the flogger in her hand.
"I need to check on dinner. I will be back in 10 or 15 minutes. I am able to monitor you from upstairs. If you don't cum before I get back, you will be rewarded."
She didn't tell me what the reward would be and more importantly she didn't tell me what the punishment would be if I failed, although I had a pretty good idea about that. What she did do was walk back to the winch control and raise me so my feet were just off the ground. This left my arms to support my entire body weight as I was forced to hang there and wait for her return. Hang there and try to think of anything except the buzzing on my clit. The buzzing that was driving me wild and threatening to turn my body into a quivering mass of orgasming teacher.
I'd already earned the flogging from cumming without permission earlier. But maybe she would go easy on me if I was able to hold out this time for her return. Maybe her reward would be to allow me to orgasm with her blessing. I tried to think about the pain of the flogging instead of the buzzing on my clit. I tried to think about the most unisexual thoughts I could imagine. Anything to keep my body from betraying me. But the butterfly was unrelenting. I looked around the room and spied two cameras, one of which was pointed directly at me. She had not been lying about being able to monitor me while she worked on dinner. No doubt, like my tryst at the party, I was being recorded. The more time I spent here, the more incriminating evidence of my new lifestyle was being created. Thinking about being exposed at school worked to counteract the effects of the butterfly. I saw myself being called into the principle's office where he and a member of the teachers' union gave me the bad news that a video had surfaced of me and they had to let me go. I'd be ostracized and never get another teaching job. My pussy was still leaking and my nipples were as hard as erasers, but at least my desire to orgasm was gone. And that was the moment Dasha decided to return. But she was no longer naked and my desire to cum suddenly returned.
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