WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 17

I took a seat and because she had no mat, she got a towel and laid it flat on the floor. As she explained, she didn't know how clean the carpet was, but she knew the towel was clean. The first thing she did was stand up with her lets almost straight and her back towards me. She bent forward, leaning backward for balance. She knew the view she was presenting towards me. She was smiling back at me through her legs. She stretched toward either toe, then down the middle reaching for the floor. After those, she sat down on the towel facing me, with her legs in a vee and leaned towards either side, stretching out towards her toes. After going side to side, she started stretching out to the middle. After a moment leaning forward, she'd return to an upright position, then bend forward again, with her legs spread out a little more. Up, then down, her legs farther apart, up than down. Eventually, she reached a position where her legs were in a full split, both legs flat on the floor, pointed nearly 180 degrees from one another and she was leaning forward flat on her stomach and breasts, her pussy plastered to the towel. If it had been damp, she could have dried it.

She then had me help her to a hand stand, with her elbows bracing her head on either side. She began with her legs straight up, then slowly lowered them in splits, first side to side, then front to back, exchanging which legs were in front each time. Since I was still standing there from when I'd helped her into the stand, I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss and lick her cunt, so prettily displayed for me. She giggled, but didn't break her pose. She slowly lowered herself to a bicycle, with her arms supporting her back and her head bent forward. After stretching out her legs above her hips, she did another series of splits. I sat down again, enjoying the view. She started lowering her legs to the floor, bowing her back and bending her neck even more. She lowered her toes to the floor, bent almost in two, only about eighteen inches away from being able to kiss her own cunt. She held it for a few moments, then rolled onto her back. She did some slow twists to either side, keeping her shoulders on the floor, but stretching her hips and lower back.

"This should do for the initial stretching, Monsieur. You have previously mentioned the downward facing dog before. This is what it looks like."

Chantelle began like her first stretches, her legs about 24-30 inches apart. She leaned toward the floor, but walked her hands forward until her weight was being supported on her hands and feet. She kept her back and arms straight and raised to her toes.

"It is important to keep your spine straight, Monsieur, to maintain steady breathing, and to tighten the muscles in your core as you do this one."

I could see where this one would be good for fucking. I could walk up behind her and plunge into her pussy right now. It would be a bit of a downward angle on the cock which might prevent me from rubbing her g-spot, but it would be fun to play this way.

"What are the advantages of doing yoga instead of other types of exercises?" I asked. "Why not do weights instead?"

"You can get muscle bound doing weights, reducing your flexibility, Monsieur. Yoga strengthens the arms, legs and core without building bulky muscle to interfere with your flexibility. It is designed to keep your muscles toned and stretched all while building strength. It also helps improve circulation, like cardio, but when combined with the mental aspects you should practice, it reduces stress and improves mental focus. You cannot become as strong as when working with weights, because you never work more than your body mass, but like doing high repetitions with lower weights, you do become stronger. For the next one, I usually stand next to a wall to help catch myself if I lose my balance. If you would please act like my wall, I will do the next one."

I stood next to her and she raised one leg, got hold of it with an arm until she found her balance, straightened the upper leg until she was doing the splits while balanced on her one leg. It completely exposed her cunt at about waist level. I could easily see myself sliding into her while she stood like this, though because she was balanced on a single leg, I would have to hold onto her to keep her from falling if I wanted to do any kind of thrusting. I put my arm on her shoulder to hold her and ran a hand up from the lower leg over her bald, parted pussy and up the other leg. She shivered when I touched her cunt. I put a finger in her and found her wet.

"How close are you to cumming, slave?" I asked.

"Not far, Monsieur. I became aroused as soon as I started doing these exercises knowing how much I was exposing myself to you and how hard you are for me."

"Let's test it out," I said.

I started fucking her with two fingers and she started shivering into an orgasm within fifteen seconds of her penetration. My hand became wetter, her cum flowing onto my fingers. I held her steady as she trembled through the waves of pleasure spreading outward from her pussy, my fingers being squeezed by the contractions of her cunt. They gradually eased and I fed her my fingers so she could taste herself.

"I'm going to release you now," I said. "Make sure you have your balance."

"Oui, Monsieur." She found her center and I felt her steady. There was a small trickle of her cum running down her leg. "Of course, I should do it on the other leg as well." She lowered her raised leg, found her balance and raised the other. I was definitely going to have to fuck her in this position. She held the pose for about a minute.

She moved again. "This is the warrior one pose, Monsieur." She struck a pose that looked like she was lunging forward to poke someone with a sword. "It's not really good for fucking, but I can drop into this." She slowly let her her legs spread until she was doing a straddle legged split. "You can see how I could do this over your cock while you're lying down."

Yes, could I ever. No wonder her cunt felt so tight around my cock. I could only imagine how much she worked her internal muscles as she flowed from one pose to the next. She held it for about a minute before sitting on the floor and moving into the next one. She pulled her legs back and wormed her shoulders through her legs until her arms and shoulders held her legs behind her head. She was bent double and her cunt was stretched and exposed to me. Oh my fucking God.

"Hold that pose, Chantelle."

She nodded and I got down and put my face in her fragrant pussy, licking up the trickle of cum from before, then heading to the source. Her clit was hard and prominent and I couldn't help licking and sucking on the delectable folds of flesh until she climaxed again. I eagerly licked the fluids flowing from her font. I could easily imagine using her in this position as well and thought about doing it right now, I was so eager to feel her around my cock.

"Are there any others?" I asked.

"There is another, Monsieur, but I feel I should show it to you while Dawn is here, for reasons which will be obvious when I show it to you."

"Fine. I want to fuck you now in this position."

"Fuck away, Monsieur. I am anxious to feel you in my cunt."

No more than me, I'm sure. I put my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed in. This position both opened her up for my cock, but created a tight tunnel for my organ. Everything inside was compressed. I had to push to get it all the way in. Chantelle orgasmed again while I slowly penetrated her pussy. I could feel every pulsing contraction as I worked myself deeper. Fucking her like this was like fucking a tight, well oiled sleeve. I imagined a piston in a cylinder. I started fucking, plunging back and forth. She climaxed again after about thirty strokes and I thought of finishing myself in her this way, but wanted to try the position where she was balanced on one leg. I could see the advantages of it for several reasons. I stopped after her tremors ended, pulled out, and asked her to get in the one legged position again.

She smiled at me and slowly disentangled herself. She stood up on her left leg and raised the right. When her legs formed a straight line, I held her with my left arm and pulled her against me while aiming my cock at the parted pussy near my crotch. I slid right in, helped by her frequent orgasms and her openness in this pose. Merely by pulling against her with my left arm and releasing, I could fuck her. It also left my right hand free to play with her breasts, tugging and pulling on the rigid nipples, or even her clit, poking proudly from her folds. As soon as I did, she orgasmed again. She might have fallen if I wasn't holding her tight. I started thrusting a little more, going faster to reach my own climax, though it wouldn't take much, I was already primed to cum. I could feel it building up inside, ready to explode.

I hugged her against my body, jamming my cock in tight and felt myself trembling as a flood of cum shot out of my shaft and into Chantelle. I kept thrusting up against her, emptying more of my balls with every thrust. Finally, I stood there, drained and complete. I released her and she slowly lowered her leg, shaking as much as I was.

"Okay. I can see why you like yoga. I'm liking it a lot myself at the moment."

Chantelle turned to me and smothered me with her body, raining kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my chin; everything she could reach. I had to admit, it was some mighty fine sex, although I couldn't take much of the credit. Her body was more flexible than I could have imagined. Maybe Marcia should take up yoga. Hell, maybe I should take up yoga.

I received a phone call from Dawn saying she would be coming home early. The store manager had to collect her keys and cash register pass from her, and since she wasn't closing the store anyway, let her go home early on her last day. She said she'd be back in half an hour. I told Chantelle Dawn was on her way home.

"Let me know when you will allow Dawn to cum, Monsieur. I will show you both another yoga pose."

If it was as good as the last few, I was all for it. We lay down on the bed again and we cleaned each other off, after which we closely cuddled one another. Dawn arrived and let herself in. She was naked by the time she reached the bedroom.

"May I cum yet, Master?" She asked as she walked through the door and saw Chantelle and I lazily playing with each other.

"No, slave, you may not?"

"You said my punishment would end today, Master," Dawn pouted.

"And if you cum one minute before midnight, I will have kept my promise. You get to cum when I say you can. If you choose to make faces and complain, I'll be happy to add another day back to your punishment."

"Yes, Master."

"Lie down on the bed with us," I ordered.

Dawn got into bed between us as we made room for her.

"Who owns your sexuality slave?"

"My Master or Mistress," Dawn replied.

"Does this include whether or not you will be allowed to cum?"

"Yes, Master."

"Must you ask for permission to cum?"

"Yes, Master."

"Are you to cum without permission, slave, no matter how difficult it is?"

"No, Master."

"What happens to slaves who disobey this condition of their slavery?"

"They are punished, Master."

"Are you absolutely clear on this condition of your slavery?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Since your Master or Mistress owns your sexuality, should the opposite also be true?"

"What do you mean, Master?"

"If you are ordered to cum, should you cum when ordered by your Master or Mistress?"

"Yes, Master. I would gladly cum when ordered to, unless it violates some aspect of my slave agreement."

"For example?"

"Like having sex in public or in some situation which might result in arrest, in which case I can use my safe word, Master."

"Good. I'm glad we understand one another. Now, cum for me."

Dawn reached down for her cunt attempting to masturbate herself. I slapped her hand away.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"You told me to cum. I'm trying to cum, Master. I need to touch myself," she said, confused.

"If you touch yourself, you are not allowed to cum. You will be punished for touching yourself. I gave you permission to cum, not to touch yourself. I am trying to keep my promise. You are now allowed to have an orgasm. You have permission to cum, but if you don't cum without touching yourself, you're not going to be allowed to climax for a very long time. It might be months. I can certainly speak to Mistress about your failings as a slave. I know she has a chastity belt for unruly slaves who cum without permission. Isn't that right, Chantelle?"

"Oui, Monsieur. I was punished for several days with the belt before coming to visit you."

"Master!" Dawn protested. "What you're asking is impossible."

"Is it? Have you never had a wet dream? Woken up in the middle of the night knowing you've just experienced an orgasm?"

"Yes, Master, I have, but I cannot say I was not touching myself during the time I was asleep. I was asleep. Maybe I touched myself while sleeping."

"Poor little slave. Given permission to cum but not with outside stimulation. What will you do? Well, I'm a Master and I certainly have permission to cum. Please suck my cock. I need to cum right now." My cock was stiff again.

Dawn sighed in exasperation. She sucked my cock. The last few days had greatly improved Dawn's expertise. She was still not at Chantelle's level, but she was probably as good as most others of Brianna's slaves. She put all of her talent into pleasing me, hoping she would earn some sort of relief for her frustration. Poor child. She didn't know me well enough yet. I liked playing with slaves as much as I liked to eat and breathe. In no time at all she had my cock deep in her throat. She didn't even need to follow the curvature of my cock anymore to get me all down. As she sucked, she played with my balls, gently caressing them. She would occasionally pause in stroking my cock to suck down each of my testes and roll them around in her mouth. Oh, yes, much, much better at cock sucking. I had no need to force her head down when I felt my sap start to rise. Dawn felt me approaching as soon as I did and her throat sank over the head and created the tight vacuum I craved when I started to spew forth my cream, gently encouraging the complete contents of my sack into her throat. She cleaned me up afterward as my prick slowly shrank within the confines of her sweet mouth.

"Would you like to masturbate now?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Fine, you may masturbate, but don't cum without permission."

Dawn was starting to see how this was going to go. She might be able to touch herself, but she was not going to be allowed an orgasm. It was not a release from her punishment at all. She could masturbate and be frustrated or be punished again for cumming without permission. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. How badly did she want to play with herself? How bad would her punishment be? I'd threatened her with months of orgasm denial. Would Mistress overrule my threat once she was back under her control or honor my punishment? If Mistress had a chastity belt, her orgasms could easily be denied indefinitely. In the end, her need for a tiny bit of pleasure overruled her head. Even if she couldn't cum, there would be some pleasure. Her hand went between her folds and she fondled her sex. She'd gone without for too long.

In a few minutes her breathing was rapid, her nipples were hard points and her breasts and chest were flushed with red. Dawn liked to alternate between putting two fingers in her sheath and fucking herself and rubbing around her clit, although she tended to stay away from direct contact, probably because she knew how easily she would orgasm if she touched herself there. She was moaning like the damned when she haltingly asked for permission to cum.

"No, slave. You don't have permission to cum."

Once again, I could see the wheels turning. Before she had a chance to act, I grabbed her hands and held them over her head, far from her moist, needy pussy.

"It looks like our little slave is thinking of disobeying her Master and risking punishment. I won't have it. Please get the restraints, Chantelle. It appears we have to confine the slut again."

Dawn groaned in frustration while I held her and Dawn got the restraints. As soon as her wrists and ankles were secured, I released her hands.

"Master, please let me cum. I need to cum so badly. I'm begging you. Please, I'll do anything you want."

"You already do anything I want, slave, except obey. If you want to cum, cum. You have my permission to cum, but not while you touch yourself. It's your choice."

Dawn whimpered, "It's not a choice, Master. I can't orgasm without stimulation."

"I disagree. I believe you can orgasm without stimulation. You choose not to because you don't believe you can. Maybe it's time you start to believe. Go ahead, cum for me, slave. I order you to cum."

I think she tried. She was silent for several minutes with a look of intense concentration on her face. Finally, she started pulling at her bonds, totally frustrated. Of course, she got nowhere. She couldn't pull out of her restraints and they were too far apart to release herself. She wouldn't get out unless we released her.

"Chantelle, it seems like the slave doesn't want to cum. I know you love to cum. Why don't you ride her mouth until you have an orgasm?"

"Oui, Monsieur. I would love to cum."

Chantelle positioned herself over Dawn's mouth. I think she wanted to resist at first. If she couldn't cum, she wouldn't give pleasure to anyone else either. Chantelle merely waited, her cunt gapped over Dawn's lips and soon enough, her tongue made an appearance and slowly licked Chantelle to orgasm.

"Mmm, wonderful, Monsieur," Chantelle said, rubbing her pussy over Dawn's face. "She is becoming a much better cunt licker than in the past."

"Yes. Her prick pleasing skills are vastly improved as well. Dawn is becoming an excellent sex slave in almost all facets except her obedience. I suppose we should reward her for the pleasure she's given us. Please lick her until she's ready to cum again. Then you must stop."

"Oui, Monsieur."

Chantelle got between Dawn's legs and started to tease her relentlessly. She slowly kissed her legs and belly and almost everywhere but her unfurled cunt. Despite Chantelle staying away from all of Dawn's most erogenous zones, she was still panting like a dog in July with fluid forming on her cunt lips. She was thrashing around trying to get Chantelle's mouth on her sex, to no avail. She was essentially pinned in place like a moth on display.

"I think you better stop now, Chantelle. Dawn looks as if she's becoming frustrated. Are you frustrated, slave?"

"Yes, Master. I'm fucking frustrated."

"If you want to cum, cum. Far be it from me to have a frustrated slave on my hands."

"You're a bastard, Master."

"Sometimes," I agreed. "Though I'm usually a bastard for a reason leading to great sex. I want you to cum. You simply refuse."

She twisted and pulled at her bonds again.

"Have you ever cum merely from having your breasts and nipples stimulated?" I asked.

"No."

"Let's see if you can, shall we? Chantelle if you take the other breast. Let's see if our slave can cum from breast stimulation."

"Oui, Monsieur."

Chantelle took her left breast and I took the right one. Chantelle was immediately sucking her nipple, but I took my time, first stroking the breast flesh, squeezing and massaging the lovely mounds. I slowly circled the hillock with a finger, from the outside in a slow spiral to her erect button. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the stiff eraser, then lightly pinched it between my thumb and finger. I did the same with my tongue, slowly spiraling up the spongy flesh until I reached her taut tip, then gently biting them as I rubbed my tongue over the top, sucking gently. Dawn was bouncing up and down and her arms and legs kept flexing and her stomach tightening in rapid flutters. I stopped. She was breathing hard again and moaning deep in her throat.