Slave Teacher Jenni Ch. 04

I was lost in the moment, but when I finally heard Mistress' voice again I assumed she was going to tell me to stop. But she didn't. She encouraged me.

"Show the world you are our slut-slave, teacher Jenni," she exclaimed.

"Why did she have to mention again that I am a teacher," I thought. But it was a fleeting contemplation. The dildo and saddle horn felt too good to worry about minor details.

"Cum for me little girl," Mistress said in an almost taunting tone. "When you cum you will really be ours and the whole world will know."

I hoped she was lying about the whole world knowing, but I couldn't stop even if she had ordered it. I was too aroused and too far-gone mentally for rational thought. I dropped my entire weight onto the dildo and humped the front of the saddle horn. I moaned loudly. I leaned forward to maximize my clitoral stimulation and began fucking the dildo again. The short stirrup length made sure I could get good leverage as I pounded myself up and down, rubbing my clit deliciously each time and I'm sure coating the saddle with my female essence. By now, there was no way to stop the inevitable. I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard. I knew my climax would be immortalized and any video could be used to further control me. But I didn't care. I was lost in lust and the consequences of my actions were of little concern.

"Please Mistress, may I cum," I shouted out. There was no immediate answer so I repeated myself, begging like the out of control slut I had become. Over and over, with variations but always on the theme of her allowing me to climax I begged. I'm sure it pleasured her that I had ceded so much power to her. Finally she told me to cum and I began climaxing before she finished the sentence.

My brain exploded as my orgasm overtook my entire body. Over 12 hours of teasing was released in a matter of moments as my body convulsed and shook. I was holding the saddle for dear life, but I didn't stop fucking it. Up and down I continued to slide on the dildo while I rubbed my clit raw on the horn. I was sure the video would be released to the world of the Internet, but I didn't care. If Mistress could make me cum that well, who needed a job? Or friends or an outside life? She could just keep me in her basement. I'd do anything I could to please her if she just made me cum every once in a while. My body and soul was consumed by both an amazing climax and the need to serve and please Mistress Carol.

Finally as I started to calm down, she helped me from the saddle. My legs were unable to support me so she helped me down to the cold floor. I didn't care about the temperature. I was shredded. I was also happy and content.

"Lay there and rest for a few minutes, pet," she told me. "I will set up your next adventure and then later your Master will arrive and you can show your appreciation to him."

I wasn't worried a bit by what she meant by my next adventure. If it was anything like my last adventure I'm sure I would be happy about it. She wasn't gone too long. I felt her take my hand and help me into a standing position. She then walked me a few feet across the basement.

"Richard will want to do some initial impact play to judge your experience level and reaction to pain. We need to know this before we share you with our friends so you don't embarrass us."

"I would never embarrass you, Mistress," I told her. I felt upset that she wasn't sure I would be a good slave to them.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, little girl," she countered. "But we need to find your tolerance threshold. For tonight, your safeword is orange. If things get to intense, say orange and everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes mam," I replied.

"That's enough talking for now," she told me. I felt her reaching around my head and figured the ball gag would soon find its way home into my mouth. I had to laugh silently to myself thinking how could I say my safe word if I was gagged. It turns out Mistress didn't have the ball gag in mind this time. Instead, as she explained, she put a ring gag in my mouth. It kept my mouth stretched open, but as I ran my tongue over the intruder, I felt a metal ring that was open in the center prying my jaw open. Mistress told me they like to hear a woman's response to her punishment. She also told me to try to say "orange" so she would know what it sounded like if I needed to use it. To my sound restricted ears it sounded mumbled, but hopefully she knew what I meant.

I stood nervously waiting for her next move. It was a command to spread my legs. That is the kind of command I like to obey. I spread them about 3 feet apart and felt her buckling a cuff around both my ankles. Suddenly I couldn't shut my legs. She explained that was because a spreader bar was attached to the cuffs. That was another new experience for me.

Next up were my wrists. They were also cuffed with a chain between them. When I pulled my arms apart I was limited to about six inches of travel. Mistress lifted my arms and hooked the chain on something because I couldn't lower my arms past about eye level. Needless to say that put pressure on the nipple clamp chain, but I was so relaxed from my orgasm that it didn't really bother me. Oh, I noticed the tug, but it had started to feel good.

I heard Mistress turning a crank of some kind and then felt my arms being drawn up above my head. Soon I was stretched tight, although not pulled beyond that point.

Mistress said there were two other preparations and then I would be ready for Master Richard. I heard her moving around again and then making some noise in front of me. Then I felt another dildo push against my labia.

"Allow me to explain," Mistress Carol began. "Your Master will not be home for a little while. I'm going upstairs to relax. That dildo you feel is attached to a fuck machine. Do you know what a fuck machine is?"

I nodded.

"I can control it from upstairs. I'll be watching the feed from the camera. As you can tell, I've positioned it right on the edge of that delightful little pussy you have. If you choose, I'm sure a talented slut like yourself could get it inside of you. If you do, I may have mercy on you and turn it on. Or I may not. It depends on my mood. Of course, if you cum without permission, your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?"

I nodded again.

I then hear the crank and felt my arms pulling upward forcing me onto my tiptoes.

"One final thing," Mistress Carol said. "I want you to focus on your feelings."

I felt her slip a pair of heavy headphones over my head and over my ears. As soon as the pressed against my skull, the world went silent. I guessed that they were noise protection headphones like you see the guys at the airport wear because instantly all sound stopped. I knew those kind of headphones allowed some sound through, much like the foam inserts I was wearing, but the combination of the two was very effective to isolate me.

Did Mistress really go upstairs and leave me in this position? Was Master really not home or had he been watching silently from the beginning? How long were they going to keep me in this position? I could feel the dildo rubbing against my pussy as I rocked slowly on my toes. I knew Mistress was right. I could probably get it inside of me if I tried. Was it really part of a fuck machine? If it was, would she really turn it on? If she did, could I possibly hold out from cumming without permission? Alone, devoid of sight and sound, I thrust my hips forward as I asked myself again, "How the hell did I get here?"