Six Month-aversary
For one weekend, we would be girlfriends, lovers, equals. The occasion was to mark six months since I had submitted sexual control to my beautiful Miss Kayla.
Out to dinner, then to an expensive club and dancing, would preview a Saturday night into Sunday morning in one of the luxury suites at our favorite place, the Sutherland.
Since the night with Tony, where I got to taste, and greatly enjoyed, cock again, I had been back twice. Once with a very stuck up professor who had offended Kayla when she was in her class. I met the older, and hot Latinx, Maria at a bar, and seduced her. I then reenacted my first night with my mistress, right down to strapping Professor Baskins to the bed and edging her for nearly half an hour.
Of course, I recorded the whole thing. I would do nearly anything for my mistress.
I lost some sleep over guilt shining a light on how I had manipulated an innocent woman. (Albeit an unpleasant one.) I told Miss that it felt less like karma and more like revenge.
“Did she cum?”
“Well, yes.”
“Discussion over.”
The second Sutherland unexpected was the first time Miss had shared me with another Domme. She met Miss Althea through an online group. The six foot one, stunningly curvy, black woman was a formidable force. I had to say “yellow” twice. That didn’t stop me from keeping count of my nine climactic exasperations.
The highlight was me riding Miss Kayla’s strap-on while Miss Althea continually struck my ass with a paddle.
Not the best orgasm I ever had but in the top ten.
“Anytime you wanna loan me lil’ Miss Thang, I’d be happy to compensate you,” was the last thing she said as she left the hotel room.
“Maybe,” Miss responded.
The idea of being sublet fed right into the Yin and Yang of being a balanced submissive. I feared it as much as I wanted it.
The Tuesday before our special weekend, Miss stayed at my place. For the first time, I slept at the foot of the bed rather than cuddling her. I foolishly disobeyed her twice that day. And with my ass very red, I had apologized a little too late.
Two days later, when I was crawling across her apartment floor, being pulled rather harshly by her leash, I asked if I could explain something.
“You may.”
I sat back on my ass in submissive pose.
She stood before me with her arms akimbo, her red hair tied back, her eyes on fire. She was so fucking hot.
“Wesley wants the house sold as part of the settlement. That’s why I was so bitchy the other night. I was trying not to let the news ruin our time together, but I did not succeed.“
She crouched, my chin in her strong fingers. Her flawless breasts were overtaking a bustier, brown-pink nipples just peeking. I salivated to have them smothering my face, taking my ability to breathe. “He may think he’s entitled. Your attorney will take care of it.”
Her next tone was coldly educational. “As far as the other night, you took your punishment like a good girl. I am confident it won’t happen again.”
“Thank you.” I felt a surge of – Fuck! why not. “I love you, Miss.”
Silence.
“I think you do.” Domme tone. “On your back, legs straight out at 90°. Hold onto your ankles. If you fail, I will hook your cuffs together and force the pose. Time for edge prep.”
I scrambled up and assumed the position. My legs were toned from all the running, and I think they looked pretty great at full ninety. One recurring topic of compliment was my ability to take the stress poses she imposed. My pussy was desperate for her even if it meant I would be denied orgasm. Any attention she gave me satisfied my submissive cravings.
From her dresser, she retrieved the nipple clamps, I really liked these, and a different kind of vibrator. The knob was shaped strangely. I honestly had never seen anything like it.
The clamps bit, and I noticed the chain was exceptionally long. The heat that immediately pulsed through my aggravated nipples caused an encompassing flush. What a strange phenomenon that the brain creates to tolerate the pain.
She surprised by straddling my head. I moaned softly at the view of her crave-worthy pussy, wet and available. I tilted my head up to give it a lick. Stupid move. The yank on the chain was so abrupt that I screamed. I immediately stifled the noise and took dissipation breaths.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you been given permission?”
It was rather harsh admonition, but I quietly mumbled, “No, Miss.”
“Do you want the foot of the bed again?”
“No, please.”
She remained out of reach. I heard the buzz before I felt it. The ill-shaped knob had a rotating interior; a mythic beast causing contractions. The gyration was very intense. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when- “Oh Fuuu—!”
My voice caught in my throat as the strange shape pushed into my birth canal. I imagined this must be what a fist feels like when it rotates inside.
“Color!”
“G- greeen… gahhh-!”
My already aroused interior began to strum heavy metal riffs of desperation. The rotation caused my vagina to prepare for critical. My legs quivered, my trembling hands felt like they may falter. I breathed in the scent of her more intense arousal. My wrists ached.
“No cumming, Doctor Pet. You can do so much more.”
The device went up a level in speed and intensity of vibration. “Missss! I don’t think— please p-please!”
Exactly at the moment, my fuse was lit, and she yanked up on the nipple chain. The severity of the sudden pain shocked my system, and I nearly squeezed the paused device out of me!
She gave me a respite: panting, eyes closed, biceps burning, thighs and glutes nearly numb from stress.
Her voice was low, nearly menacing. I was frightenedly intrigued. “I expect better. Color?”
I had to pause. My lizard brain wanted to blow the lid off the place. Green.
Dr. Carrie sat with a tablet glowing with a list titled Dangers of Denial. Red.
Princess lay next to me using her favorite vibrator, giggling at my pain. Pink.
Dr. Pet hissed a breath in, “Sffff!! Greeeen!”
“Good girl. Make me cum.”
She dropped pretty much her whole weight on my face. I sank into the mattress, but I took it. My nose pushed into her perineum. She rocked. I moaned. I wanted to let go of my ankles so I could grab hold of her.
The new alien fuck toy dove back in as if to lay its eggs. Rather than use the nipple clamps as a braking system, she added to my pleasure torture by pulling them straight up away from my body.
“Thuuucchh!” I screamed into her sloppy vulva. The toy had increased its spinning dramatically.
I could feel her beginning to tense. I needed to breathe. My mouth buried in her labia made it difficult to comprehend any voiced color. Her orgasm hit and she pushed forward, allowing my nose to tilt out and suck in air. My nipples were released. My vagina was unplugged and she flopped to my side, shaking and moaning.
We both needed a moment…
“Relax…pant…Pet.”
I curled myself into a fetal position, squeezing everything I had to soothe my complaining cunt. She was really pissed off and I couldn’t blame her.
“That was indescribable…”
“Queen-sized orgasm, my good pet. I love what you do to me when you are pushed.”
I was absorbing all of the compliments as positivity rolled over an uneasy feeling that was creeping up my back. Unidentifiable.
“Speak.”
She’s a mind reader; I’m well aware. I’m sure a lot of it comes from a natural sense of empathy. Strange to say about a woman whose favorite sexual act is putting another woman through denial and stress.
“I feel off…”
“Okay… and?” She took my hand, which was nice, but it felt less like affection, more like correction.
“I do want to please you. You know that. And yes, I’m falling in love with you. You know that as well…” Internally, I was shocked that these words were coming out of my mouth. “I just wonder if I’m losing who I really am. Dr. Carrie, Princess, Dr. Pet,” I looked up with a shy smile, which she returned. I think that was her favorite. “These thirds don’t always agree and I’m beginning to think perhaps I am losing the whole they make.”
Miss Kayla stood, set the clamps on her dresser, and pulled out a small towel to wipe off the alien toy. Without turning, she asked, “Do you still trust me?”
“Absolutely, Miss!” shot out. Maybe too enthusiastically.
“Friday night we’ll have another night of testing. I know I promised you the lovers’ weekend, but I think this is important for us to look for solutions. Now, get dressed and cleaned up and go home.” And with that, she headed into her bathroom and closed the door.
“Well, that sucked…”
Fateful Friday
At work I was a mess. Loni could tell, David, my doctor partner could tell, even some of my patients knew something was wrong. I canceled after 1:30 and headed home early.
Kayla had not called me in two days. I had texted, but her only response was the word, “patience”.
4:47 she finally texted instructions.
outfit slutty. Heels a must- lingerie up2U —worthy of being taken.
Time, Miss?
7:30
At 7:02 Princess got into my car in a short black leather skirt Miss had bought me. I had a green crop top with no bra. My underwear was a bright jade thong. I had on a short sweater cardigan that was extra fuzzy.
I looked cute and ready to be used.
Just as I was going to pull out of my driveway, I got a text.
this address 7:30
The address was in an area I knew had some less-than-savoury apartments. Knowing not to ask any questions, I put the address in my GPS.
Due to a little bit of trepidation, I didn’t arrive at the address until 7:39. Yes, ever since I was punished for being late, I am always attentive to the time.
It was a townhome. I had a small comfort, noticing that the car parked in front of me belonged to my mistress. If she thought it was safe enough…I chastised myself for being culturist/racist.
I checked my face, grabbed my clutch, and headed towards the door. I rang the bell looking about, wondering ‘what have I gotten myself into?’
She opened the door in a stunning tight black dress with her leather black boots. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t know where I -“
She turned into a small hallway. I closed the door behind me and followed. We were not at her apartment, so I didn’t strip right away as per our normal protocol. She also hadn’t given me my collar.
We entered a relatively well-appointed, dimly lit living room. I was surprised to see gathered three other obvious Dom’s and three obvious pets or subs.
One was Miss Althea. She was naked except for red heels and Fishnets. She was sitting in an armchair, holding a leash. Crouched at her feet, a curly-headed naked white man, roughly my age, had his head on the floor. She had her left heel in his lower back and was gently rocking her foot back-and-forth.
“Miss, what is going on?” I know my voice must’ve sounded different to her. It certainly sounded different to me. We had never discussed group sex. Was this an orgy?
She stood before me, those green eyes alive with confidence and those drops of wicked that always made my vagina drool. “Do you trust me?” She held out my collar, and I simply nodded. Without having to be asked, I stripped my clothing and laid it on the floor in a pile. I wondered why I’d even bothered to get dressed.
When my full breasts appeared, another woman, with long white hair who must’ve been in her late 50s, gave out an appreciative sigh.
“Oh, she is delicious, K-Miss.”
K-Miss?
These must’ve been women from her online support group for dominatrixes.
I was down to my heels, hands behind my back, head down, heart crashing through my brain, ears, and sternum. I felt the familiar and previously comforting feeling of my collar being fastened around my neck. The click of a leash on my ring led to a slight tug. I dropped to my knees, hands flat on my thighs, vibrations in my legs from my nervous fingers.
I was electrified. Excitement stood next to fear and hugged her.
I did trust Miss, didn’t I? I had a slight moment to panic, realizing I hadn’t scanned the room for familiar faces. I prayed none of them were patients.
“Pet, this is Mistress Ash. That next to her is her pet. I don’t know its name, but it doesn’t matter.”
The objectification and dismissive tone were part of the lifestyle and the “play” as we called it. But for some reason, “it” felt dangerous. I’m not sure who the petite blonde was next to the white-haired woman, but her eyes were closed as her mistress ran fingers through golden tresses. The woman, who could not have been more than eighteen, moaned softly.
There was a yank on my leash, and I turned my head towards my mistress. The final member of the quartet was on the end of the couch. She looked like a classic Amazon: long brown hair cascading down some of the firmest breasts I’ve ever seen. She was mid-twenties. There was not one single ounce of body fat on her; fit as fuck, period. Thigh-high red vinyl boots shimmered.
“Lady Jennifierce and Five. She numbers her pets in order of preference.”
I immediately wondered how many there were and was “five” at the bottom or near the top? The muscular woman had a leg hooked over the arm as a thicc woman, probably the oldest in the room, noisily ate her mistress’ slightly hairy pussy.
“Too loud!” The phrase was followed by a quick swish of a flogger that impacted the older woman’s back. She only moaned and kept working… quieter.
Miss sat at the other end of the couch and pulled me towards her. She pointed to the ground next to her, and I knelt, head down looking forward.
My brain spun. When one is faced with new knowledge, they cannot comfortably align it with what they already know. Why were they here together? Whose place was this? And why am I so wet?
Althea stood and gave a push. Her slave rolled on his side and began to kiss her shoe. I was okay with foot worship, but the shoe itself? As Miss explained, a sub or pet is rewarded pleasure. A slave’s pleasure is inconsequential.
“Now that we all here, the contest can begin.”
One question answered.
“Each mistress will give instructions to their own to begin with. As they engage, should any become too close to cumming without permission the nearest mistress will deliver punishment. Before any of you subs freak out we’ve already discussed your personal limits. Relax, you’ll have fun, you’ll feel pain, and if you’re lucky enough,” she bent at her waist, her succulent ass, facing us, her pussy, which I once enjoyed, was wet and ready. Her head was close to that of her pet. She grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up. He stared at her with a rather handsome face and captivating blue eyes. “You’ll fucking come like the sluts and whores you are.”
We were into some weird territory I had not expected.
I decided to not say “yellow” until I knew a little bit more. Perhaps this could be fun. After all, I have had sex with strangers on behalf of my mistress. And these three were just as well trained as I was, I am sure.
Engaging with the probably 18-year-old made me a bit uncomfortable, but Miss and I had first fucked when she was 21.
The nameless man was concerning. Would he be in control? Would he fuck me? Did he even have a decent skill set?
I shook slightly at my confusion. I’m a doctor for fuck’s sake. Questions running through my brain slammed into the wall, shaking the strength of my relationship with Kayla. I guess this really was a test.
Once again, empathic and telepathic, she leaned down and spoke quietly in my ear.
“You are going to please the other slaves like a perfect pet. You may even get fucked by that male. He is actually ripped and fucks well. You must not orgasm until given permission. Begging will be very entertaining. You will know when you have earned it.”
That was all I needed. My spine straightened, and I took a deep breath. “I won’t fail, Miss.” I said this because it was expected. I also said it to convince myself. I feared/anticipated a submissive orgasm to come out of nowhere and embarrass my mistress.
In perfect synchronization, all Dommes released the lines on the collars of their pets. The man and the older woman stepped towards the middle of the room, wide open on a threadbare rug. Jeeze, he was ripped, and endowed. They immediately began passionately kissing, arms and hands all over one another. Not their first orgy rodeo.
I turned to the teenager. She was quite lovely and blushed sightly. Her mischievous eyes of desire leered at my full-size breasts. Twice the size of hers.
“I’m Snow.”
Sure. “Princess.”
Snow stepped to me, and I took her into a kiss. She was very good. Our tongues swirled as pleasurable moans echoed in our chests. Hands energetically roamed new landscape. No surprise that one of hers found my breast and began to knead and pull.
Wondering if aggression would help me control the situation, I grabbed her head and pushed it to my breast. I held her tightly just the way that I liked to be smothered.
She went at my nipple with heat and lips, my fingers enjoying the softness of her hair. She smelled lovely, a hint of something similar to jasmine but sharper.
My hand found a way around her curved hip to her freshly shaved, perhaps waxed, opening. Sliding down the valley, my middle finger slithered into her wet puff; the two fingers on its sides, squeezed and dug into the folds. She shook and grabbed my wrist both encouraging me and asking me to slow down. I followed her lead and plunged into her small but eager vagina in a slow act of claiming her prize. Ridges were found, scraped, and owned. With a pop off my breast, she looked up, red faced and desperate to orgasm. So, she did.
Sorry, kid, I thought, I have a doctorate in this.
Lady Jennifierce was closest. She grabbed ahold of Snow and roughly pulled her away. I gasped at the abruptness. Within seconds the young thing was across the Amazon’s lap, receiving six carefully executed stings from a very large hand.
“That wasn’t two minutes,” scolded her own Miss Ash as she directed the nymph to supplicate at her feet. The sexy little thing was still shaking both from orgasm and disappointment.
“Sorry, Ash, Princess is skilled.” Princess proudly flushed with submissive acknowledgement from her mistress.
What a lifestyle we were living.
Next to me, a classic hetero fuck was happening. The older woman, Five, was in classic doggy. Althea‘s barefooted, man-slave gripped her sumptuous buttocks and was driving a long, slick erection deep. From the way she was behaving she wasn’t far off.
I was so confused as to what was happening. Was my goal to get the other two to cum and I win? Was my goal to let myself go so I could receive some sweet punishment?
I looked to Miss for guidance. She could read my face, I know she could. There was a moment of recognition of my struggle. But she didn’t speak. She simply nodded her expressionless head towards the other two, and I swallowed.
Instant comprehension hit. We had a sexual link, no doubt. In order to win, the others must orgasm. But they couldn’t pretend. It had to be full-on sex. Oh, this made sense in the parameters. I just wish she had warned me.
I did a couple of deep breathers to calm my simmering inferno. I wondered if Snow had been edged as badly as I was.
The unnamed male was driving into Five with an alarming aggression. But the older woman was doing nothing to stop him. Surely, she understood the game?
I crouched down in front of her and took a hold of her face. I kissed her deeply, and she returned it in surprise. I whispered softly, “We can take this guy out together.” She briefly nodded and pulled her body forward, forcing his very wet cock to flounder like a fish on the deck of a boat.
The act of defiance surprised him, and he said out loud, “What the fuck?”
Five and I immediately grabbed hold of his shaft and began to suck and lick. He tried to pull our heads off by grabbing our hair, so I took hold of his wrist and squeezed the pressure point. His arm stiffened, and he cried out.
I heard Althea laughing, but my mistress remained unmoved. It did not take long. Five was very good and was soon feeling the gush of his unwanted want.
I released his hand and smiled at my mistress.
The next moment shocked me and will live in my memory forever. I was just about to turn to take on Five, perhaps in an all two fair 69, when a hand gripped my hair and yanked back, causing me to almost fall to the floor. It was Five herself. Her face was a mix of rage and lust. I was genuinely frightened.
“Yellow!” I yelled as I gripped her forearm, trying to get her to release my head; the twist was quite awkward, and my back yelped!
“Go with it.” The voice was Althea. Who was she to give me orders? Or was she allowed to? My confusion grew along with my frustration and anger. I decided I had had enough of the confusion, and I swung with enough force to hit Five in the forearm. She released me and cried out in shock. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and her face went immediately to shocked apology.
She had some of my hair in her hand.
Before she could speak, I turned to my mistress, breathing heavily. My scalp was hurting more than anything she had ever done to me. “Red!”
She did not respond.
The room was silent, Lady Jennafuck, or whatever her name was, started to speak, and I turned to her with blazing fury. “I don’t know what the fuck you people are playing, but this isn’t what I committed to. Do what you want, but I am not putting up with no answers.”
The woman seemed genuinely surprised that someone of my stature would dare to speak that way.
I turned to Kayla and stepped towards her. Her face showed shock, her mouth hung open.
“Red?” I said it again more as a plea than anything else. Was she really going to leave me like this?
Nothing…
My stuff was close enough that I snatched it and marched towards the door, throwing my clothing on.
Miss Althea laughed. “That girl needs to be taught some manners.”
“Fuck You,” Miss said as she finally followed me. I kept moving. Half-dressed, fob in hand, I opened my car door. Just as I began to get in, she was around me with her arm blocking the way.
“Pet, stop. I can explain.”
I was crying, and I didn’t want to be. “Move your arm, please.” I looked her right in the eyes. “I said RED and you ignored me.”
“Carrie, it’s not that—“
“FUCK, Kayla!” Tears flowed, my stomach flipped, and my legs shook. I was shocked to find my own fist had balled up. “Move your arm!” tremored out of me.
She stepped back. I started the car, then pulled away, but not before removing my collar and tossing it out the window.
I sobbed the whole way home.
TO BE CONTINUED
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