It’s been a month now since Marcie had become Hans’ sex slave and she grew quite settled into her position. Despite the fact that he used the buxom blonde’s body whenever the mood struck him, he was always genteel and he never exceeded her limits, although they were indeed tested. He had an uncanny knack for knowing just how far he could take her and she trusted him immensely. In fact the tall Germanic gentleman was so pleased with her progress that he no longer required that she be bound to her bed during periods of inactivity.
In addition Marcie had grown equally comfortable with his cousin Hilda. True, the tall lean lady lorded over the willing slave unmercifully at times, but surprisingly the long haired submissive found it all rather exciting. By now Marcie had grown accustomed to the forced cunnilingus as well as the spankings and whippings.
After the last party in which Marcie was formally introduced to the dungeon, trips down there became more frequent, for her master wanted her to become a highly experienced sex-slave. Hans started her off with a simple over the wooden horse spanking, then gradually initiated her to the other as sundry devices and
implements. She endured a full body whipping while suspended from a set of chains rather well. He even stretched her out once on the torture rack. Nevertheless, she had not yet reached Hilda’s status as that of a well seasoned sex-slave who had also risen to the status of a dominatrix.– Hilda was 90% dominant and 10% submissive.
One thing that hadn’t changed, however, was the morning ritual. Daily, just after sun up Hans would purposefully enter her room for some sort of carnal activity before he got ready for work. One day he’d order her to her knees and force her to suck his cock until he shot his whole load into her mouth. Other days he would flip her onto her tummy, order her to raise her butt and after a few well placed hand spanks, hold her hips firmly and ram his hard manhood into her warm, wet cunt just to get his cock lubricated. That was so he could more easily penetrate her anus, which he would pump forcefully until he buried his seed deep in her cavity. Sometimes Hilda would accompany him and they’d “double team” her– she’d suck one off while being butt fucked by the other.
Moreover, on occasion the dominant duo would invite their friends over in the evening for some fun and excitement, which meant the sex slave got fingered, fondled and fucked.. Most recently there was the time when Marcie was blindfolded and tied spreadeagled to the coffee table in the living room. Friendly conversation and laughter filled the room as Marcie’s body was continually poked and prodded. Fingers penetrated her cunt and asshole repeatedly. Her nipples were pinched and twisted. Dildos were jammed up her sopping pussy, but she was not permitted an orgasm. One person after another would sit on her face. By the time the evening ended she’d lost count of how many of how many cocks and pussies she’d sucked off.
Then one morning after his usual routine, Hans sat on the bed and gazed down at her as she laid there contented. He had a strange look on his face; one that she hadn’t seen before. Politely, she awaited his pronouncement although she wasn’t sure she really wanted to hear it. His piercing hazel eyes gave her an eerie feeling.
“Marcie, you know that Hilda and I have become quite fond of you,” he said softly as though he were talking to a cherished relative.
The blonde’s eyes brightened. “Well thank you Sir. I am honored that you feel that way.”
“Your progress as my sex-slave has progressed quite satisfactorily.”
She couldn’t hide the pretty blush as her wide smile creased her face. “Thank you sir.”
“And,” he said as he paused slightly... “I feel that you’re ready for the next phase.”
Her eyes narrowed, “Next phase Sir?”
“Yes Marcie, I want you to listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”
Her voice raised an octave, “Yes Sir.”
“A friend of mine needs a favor.”
Her eyes narrowed again inquisitively, “Yes Sir?”
“My friend is a CEO of an IT. company and there’s going to be a convention in town next week.”
“But what does this have to do with me Sir?”
“There will be IT folks coming in from all over the country and my friend says that there might be some delegates there who need, let’s say, some helpful persuasion agreeing on some proposals that my friend will make.”
She peered up at him guardedly as she comprehended his pointed meaning. “And you want me to...do the persuading?”
He nodded. “I’ve decided to lend you out for a week to my friend so you can ‘entertain’ them.”
Marcie’s face paled at the pronouncement and a disappointing frown appeared. Hans read her mind as he reached out and softly held her chin. “Marcie, if I thought this would harm you, I wouldn’t permit it, but I’ve known this person for many years. You will be in no danger, I assure you.”
“But sir!” She replied in a whiney voice, “I only want to be your sex-slave.”
“And so you are,” he responded with authority. “But as your Master, I claim the right to make decisions regarding your activity.”
A tear showed. “Do I have to?...I don’t want to go to some stranger.”
“Sam is no stranger to me and I know she treats her submissives fairly...”
“She!” Marcie blurted. Thoughts of Hilda flooded her mind.
“Yes... She!” he emphasized with a trace of ire in his tone, wondering if punishment should be given for her rudeness.
More tears showed. “But why me?”
“Because I’ve decided that you could handle it,” he replied resolutely. “If I didn’t think you could I wouldn’t even suggest it. I have full confidence in you.”
Her panic seemed to have been assuaged. “Do you really think so Master?”
“Yes Marcie, and besides it’s only for a week, then you’ll be back here,” he said in a softer tone with a slight smile as he held her hand tenderly.
She showed signs of resignation. “Well when do I have to do this?”
“I will take you over to Sam’s on Saturday morning.”
The long haired blonde seemed relieved knowing her master would be there at first. “But I’ll miss you Sir.”
“And I will miss you too,” he replied while leaning over and giving her a tender kiss on the lips.
***
Saturday morning came too soon for Marcie. Even though she’d agreed to be lent out for a week, she still had reservations about it, but since she wanted to please her Master, she decided that she would tough it out. After all he did open the door for her to refuse.
That morning Hans and Hilda both made their usual appearances. First, her master sat on the bed, ordered her to her knees, grabbed her firmly by the hair with both hands and forced her mouth onto his rigid manhood. What seemed like a minute later he emptied his entire load as she swallowed furiously. Then it was his second cousin’s turn. Marcie’s face was soon buried in Hilda’s crotch and it didn’t take long for the leggy blonde to shriek her song of joy.
With Marcie’s morning ritual completed, Hilda led her to the shower by her leash, removed the shorter woman’s collar, had her step into the stall, soaped her down, rinsed her off and towel dried her. Marcie was then led back to her bedroom, where she found a pair of red bikini panties on the bed –that was it and nothing else. Marcie knew better than to complain and donned the frilly undies. Hilda then put the slave’s collar around her neck, attached the leash to the o-hook in front and led her down the stairs to the main part of the house where Hans was waiting. Marcie was led to the dining room where she was allowed to eat a full breakfast. “She would need her strength,” she was told.
After that Hans put a robe around her shoulders, led her out to his vehicle by her leash and helped her inside. About twenty minutes later the tall blonde haired gentleman drove onto the grounds of his friend Sam’s residence. It was a large house much like his own and he stopped his two-seater in the circular driveway near the front stoop. Politely, he assisted his sex-slave from the vehicle and led her up the concrete steps toward the front door. Five seconds after ringing the doorbell, a dark haired gentleman dressed in a red bow tie and a matching loin cloth opened the door.
“Good morning, I am Derek, Mistress Samantha welcomes you,” he announced with a toothless smile.
Upon hearing this, Marcie looked at Hans with a mixture of anticipation and fear showing on her face.
“I’ve told you that Sam is a dear friend of mine and I trust her immensely!” He said as his eyes locked onto his sex-slave’s.
Marcie’s voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Yes sir.”
Hans then regarded Derek, who stood a couple of inches shorter than he, with an amused look. “The lady of the house is expecting us.”
“Yes she is,” Derek replied in an official tone. “Won’t you please come in,” he invited as he backed up in order that the couple could enter. As the taller gentleman grasped his slave’s leash he gazed about the vast domicile. “Very elegant indeed.”
Just as he finished those words Samantha Burns entered the foyer with a bright smile. “Hans!” She blurted....”Sam!” He retorted cheerfully. The tall brown haired lady, who was dressed in a black leather blouse with matching miniskirt, rushed into his arms. He kissed her deeply on the lips and held her tightly against him.
“It’s always a pleasure to see you,” he said as he beamed into her eyes.
“And you’re the same dashing gentleman I fondly remember,” replied the lady of the house, who stood a couple of inches shorter than he.
Marcie, who had obediently slid to her knees upon seeing Sam enter the room, waited patiently as the two old friends exchanged pleasantries. Then looking down, Hans introduced her to the regal Mistress. Then doing what she was taught she bent over from the waist and kissed the tops of the dominatrix’s shoes.
“Hans I can see you have taught her well and I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” Sam complimented with a warm smile.
The Germanic gentleman nodded. “I cherish your kind words Sam, but I must say... your butler needs some further training.”
The ire in Sam’s face rose immediately as she glared at Derek, whose face now matched his bow tie. Then she looked back at Hans. “What do you mean?”
“He failed to address me as ‘Sir’,” when we entered. Her response was immediate. She closed the distance between her and her butler and slapped him hard across the face.
“You fucking worm! How dare you embarrass me like that! I’ve taught you better!” Sam then glared at Derek. “Go into the kitchen and get the wooden cutting board!”
Her shamefaced humble servant replied reverently, “Yes Mistress!”
The regal lady looked at her guests. “You two may witness how swiftly I punish my slaves for any indiscretion.”
Hans nodded his approval and pulled on Marcie’s leash, forcing her to look up at him. “You pay attention to this!”
She gave him her undivided attention. “Yes Master!”
Reentering the foyer with the ordered implement Derek handed it to his mistress. “Go lie over the arm of the sofa!” She commanded as Sam pointed toward the living room.
Marcie remained on her knees as Hans led her by the leash. By the time they entered the high ceilinged living room, Derek’s alabaster buttocks was pointed upward over the thick arm of the white davenport. Mistress Samantha gripped the wooden board firmly by its handle and stood over him. “You fucking piece of shit!” She berated him. Her straight brown hair waived when she raised her arm and swiftly brought the flat piece of wood down hard smacking it onto her rude butler’s buttocks with repetitive rigid whacks. The abased young man squirmed and bellowed until his bottom went from pale white to crimson.
Then the tall, dark haired madam looked at her captive audience. “This is only the beginning of this asshole’s punishment!” She snarled. “Last night he did something absolutely unacceptable. Tell them what you did worm!” She seethed as her eyes darted back at him.
Through his agony he managed a remorseful reply. “I came... without permission.”
That compelled confession was met by cold silence at first.
Hans then shook his head. “Totally unacceptable indeed!”
“Despicable!” said Sam with a sneer.
Hans held Marcie’s leash up tight coercing her to look up at him. “You’ve never come without permission have you?”
Her eyes locked onto his, “No Master!”
“Commendable indeed,” Sam retorted while looking from one to the other...”But this fucking cretin here is a total disgrace!” She blurted as she glared at Derek’s jack knifed red assed form.
“Get your ass off that couch and go down to the dungeon and wait. I’ll deal with you later!”
Fearing he would further displease his mistress, the debased Derek obeyed quickly and left the room immediately.
Then Samantha smiled sweetly at Hans. “Now let’s have a good look at your prized sex-slave here.”
“Very well Madam,” Hans replied willingly, and quickly removed Marcie’s robe. He then tugged upward on the leash. “Stand up!” was his terse command.
“She’s very lovely indeed Hans. You’ve always had a good eye for outstanding females,” Sam complimented as she ran a teasing finger around one of the sex-slave’s hardened nipples.
“I value your opinion highly Sam, you know that.”
“And I’ll bet Hilda’s having a ball with her if I know my old friend,” Sam continued as she circled the still bound buxom blonde, eyeballing every inch of her form.
“That she is,” Hans answered with a nod.
The tall brunette then stood directly in front of Marcie and placed both hands underneath the blonde’s 36d’s as if she were weighing them. This in fact did remind the slave of when she met Hilda, who boldly examined her body while she was bound to the bed. Like then, Marcie actually reveled in the feel of another woman’s sensuous touch, as Sam’s hands roamed all over the front of her soft pliant body. “Spread your legs,” was the sultry command as Sam’s hand reached the opening to the soft wet grotto, to which the willing sex-slave was only eager to comply. A single digit traced the sensitive lower lips as Marcie sighed wantonly. It entered the sopping tunnel and found her clit. “OH YES!” her mind blurted. Then slowly and steadily the finger penetrated her cunt until it was fully impaled. The dark haired dominatrix then peered at Hans. “I think she will work out nicely,” as she suddenly withdrew her now soaked finger and licked off the pussy juice.
Hans smiled broadly. “I’m so glad you approve, nothing but the best for you Sam.”
“You may pick up your sex-slave here next Saturday at this same time.”
That was Hans’ cue to vamoose. He kissed and hugged them both a he made his exit.
After Marcie’s master left, the submissive blonde got a better look at the person who would be her Mistress for the next week. She was a good four inches taller than Marcie. Shoulder length straight dark brown hair matching eyes, and long eyelashes along with an aristocratic nose and soft lips made Samantha a very attractive woman. Her breasts were not as big as Marcie’s but ample enough to show off some cleavage. Her lithe long legs with toned thighs and calves made her devastatingly appealing. She also carried herself in a dignified manner that commanded respect, which is probably how she attained the position of CEO of a
company.
Mistress Samantha took hold of her newly acquired slave’s leash. With her arms still bound behind her, Marcie had no choice but to follow the dignified lady. The submissive’s feet sunk into the carpet as she was led through a corridor to a solid oak door which opened to a stairway leading down. A sudden chill hit her
mostly nude body when she was led down the carpeted steps. When they’d reached the landing, Sam pushed open a swinging door to her right. She led her charge into the mostly darkened dungeon, which had halogen lights hanging in the ceiling.
Once Marcie’s eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see a spanking horse much like her master’s in the center of the room. She could see chains dangling from the ceiling. She could also see the kneeling form of Derek, the doorman. He was completely naked, waiting patiently by the chains. His hands were clasped behind his back with his thighs spread while he kept his head down. The mistress led Marcie over to one of the corners of the vast room and told her to kneel facing outward. From that vantage point she could get an unimpeded view of the proceedings.
Samantha then strolled over and looked down at her subservient male slave. “You know why you’re going to be punished, don’t you Derek?”
The brown haired man swallowed hard. “Yes Mistress.”
“You broke one of the cardinal rules here!”
“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”
“Your contrition is admirable slave, but not enough to abort your punishment!”
He kept his eyes lowered. “Yes Mistress.”
“Stand up under the chains slave!”
His semi hard cock indicated that he actually was not all that displeased with his situation as he obeyed her terse instruction. After ordering him to holdout his wrists she encircled each one with a smooth leather cuff. She raised his right arm and hooked the cuff to a link in one of the hanging chains. Raising his other arm she completed his suspension and she stepped back to ogle him up and down. His muscular pecs were too inviting to pass up as she ran her hands sensuously all over the front of his body. Then the tall, brown haired mistress ambled over to her toys, took down a spreader bar, and attached it between his ankles which forced his legs wide.
“Now!” She announced with authority as she glared daggers at him. “It’s time to inflict some appropriate chastisement upon the offending part of your body slave!” She accented her statement by slapping his dangling manhood hard. His face screwed up as another slap found its mark. Impulsively, he tried to relieve
the shooting anguish by closing his legs but of course he couldn’t. She then grabbed a handful of his hair and made him wince as she held his face still. “You will learn slave that you don’t do a fucking thing unless I give you permission! That includes shooting your load!”
“Yes Mistress,” the slave replied remorsefully.
Then releasing her grip on his tresses she walked over to her toys and took down a skinny three foot long black leather strap. She strolled back to her suspended slave and stood in front of him. She looked down at his magnificent male part. Samantha then looked over at Marcie. “Remain on your knees and walk over here. I
have an assignment for you!”
“Yes Mistress,” Marcie replied as she put one knee in front of the other and negotiated the distance.
The dominatrix looked meaningfully at her new submissive and pointed to Derek’s cock “See that slave!” Marcie’s eyes followed Sam’s finger. “I want his cock hard! Hans told me what a good cocksucker you are, let’s find out,” she said with a leer.
The sex-slave had to conceal a private snicker. Then Samantha grabbed Marcie by the hair and held her face upward. The sex-slave winced and peered into her mistress’s eyes.
“But he is not to come!” Mistress Samantha warned.
Marcie swallowed hard. “Yes Mistress.”
“If he does you will be punished as well!”
The slave looked directly into Sam’s steely eyes. “Yes Mistress.”
Relieved that Mistress Samantha had released her hair, Marcie neared her mouth toward the maleness that was hanging an inch from her face. Her lips touched it and she heard the suspended man sigh with pleasure. She stuck out her tongue and ran it around the head which caused an even louder sigh while his male muscle
stood firmly at attention.
“Very good slave, now scoot back a bit!”
Heeding the mistress’s advice, Marcie became a spectator again. She watched wide-eyed as the lady grazed the end of the strap against Derek’s hardness. Once again he sighed pleasurably. That changed rapidly as Samantha raised the leather implement high in the air and snapped it down forcefully directly on the top of
her male slave’s penis. Marcie jumped when she heard his anguished utterance. The female slave was so stunned she didn’t react in time and for her hesitation received a slash across her back. “Get his dick hard!” was the succinct command. Despite the searing sting the eager submissive soon had her mouth around the
other slave’s dick, sliding her soft, wet lips up and down the shaft. That did the trick. In no time flat Derek’s cock was once again at full attention. Marcie knew the drill. Once she released his manhood she backed up a bit and watched.
The mistress smiled haughtily down at her. “Your Master is right. You are a great cock sucker.”
Marcie smiled proudly. “Thank you Mistress.”
Once again Samantha took careful aim and raised the strap high in the air and whooshed it downward. Once again it struck the suspended man’s already reddened cock. His torturous outcry echoed around the walls of the dungeon which caused Marcie to jump anew. He threw his head back and shook in his bonds as the pain
shot through his being. This time however, Marcie was right on the job at hand. Once he had settled down she once again encircled her lips around his cock head. She then licked the shaft right down to his balls and soon Derek’s limp dick was bobbing up and down straight out in front of him. Then backing up she waited for the next slash to fall.
Mistress Samantha changed her tactic slightly. She lowered the ten strands toward the floor between his legs. She then berated him. “You will never come without permission again slave!” Then swinging the strands upward she caught him directly in the balls. His painful shriek filled the room as he jerked and screwed up his face. His manhood went completely limp once again as he sagged in his bonds merely dangling by his wrists.
The mistress then grabbed a lock of Marcie’s blonde tresses and forced her head up. “Let that be a lesson to you! You don’t do a fucking thing unless I give you permission!”
The wide-eyed submissive swallowed hard. “Yes Mistress.”
Samantha then looked at her freshly whipped male submissive. “If that ever occurs again, you will be dismissed immediately!”
“I’m sorry Mistress!” he mouthed painfully.
“In addition, you will not be allowed an orgasm for five days!”
Those words burned his ears. “Yes Mistress!”
***
Once Derek had been released from his bondage and sent to his room for the day, Mistress Samantha regarded Marcie more closely as she knelt submissively before her.
“You are indeed very lovely,” Sam complimented as she reached down and held the slave’s leash so she was forced to look up at her. “Those breasts are stupendous!”
Marcie blushed. “Thank you Mistress.”
“I don’t know how much Hans told you about why you are here, but let me explain it to you so it’s clear.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“First of all, I am the CEO of an IT company.”
“Yes, Master had told me that.”
“And there’s going to be a convention in town next week. In fact the delegates are arriving at the convention hotel today.”
Marcie nodded. “Master told me that too.”
“Ah I’ve always been fond of your Master. I hope you realize how lucky you are.”
Marcie’s eyes brightened. “I do Mistress.”
A knowing smile crossed Sam’s face, thinking about the party she was at once where she actually submitted to Hans. There were few men in the world capable of that.
“Hans tells me that you have progressed quite nicely as his sex-slave.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“But you know, I must find out first hand about your progress. This is extremely important because the reason you are here, is that I want you to be available to any delegate I choose who I think needs some persuasion agreeing with my proposals.”
“Yes Mistress, Master explained that too.”
“That means your body will be used in any manner he or she sees fit. You could be spanked, whipped or fucked.”
Those words penetrated Marcie’s brain meaningfully and she swallowed hard. “Yes Mistress.”
“In addition you will go down on anyone, male or female, who I think would benefit me... but you won’t be intolerably harmed. I will see to that!”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now,” Mistress Samantha announced as she looked over to the wall where her many implements hung. She pointed. “Go over there slave and retrieve that wooden paddle from the pegboard.”
Marcie looked around to where her mistress was indicating and walked on her knees across the room. Once she had reached the wall, the mistress gave her permission to stand up to take it off the hook. Then returning to her submissive status, it wasn’t long before Marcie presented the shiny wooden paddle to Sam.
“Thank you slave, now get your ass across my lap!”
Having received a number of over-the-knee spankings from Hilda, Marcie thought nothing of it when she immediately obeyed the command. She had to suppress a pleasurable sigh when she felt Sam’s hand touch her soft bottom that was now pointed toward the ceiling. In addition she felt a wetness buildup from coming in contact with her Mistress’s soft thighs. Then Marcie felt the solid piece of wood that had no give to it move round and round on her buttocks. “I must find out for myself how much of a spanking you can take,” Samantha said as she raised her arm. The hard “thwack” landed stiffly and Marcie was suddenly grateful for
all the sessions her Master had conducted recently in his dungeon.
Such spankings like the one she was about to endure had become commonplace. Indeed, Mistress Samantha was quite impressed by the how much the sex-slave could undergo. By the time Marcie’s butt looked as red as Derek’s bow tie, Sam ceased and had her kneel in front of her once again.
The Mistress smiled pleasingly down at her. “Looks like Hans is quite correct with your assessment.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
“But I’m not done testing you yet.”
Marcie replied with resignation. “Yes Mistress.”
Sam then led Marcie by her leash as the submissive put one knee in front of the other and negotiated the distance to the same chains where Derek had received his punishment. Her Mistress told her to stand and like the male slave, Marcie was placed in exactly the same position. Her arms were stretched over her head
and her legs were spread as she hung suspended by her wrists.
“Now my pretty slave girl, let’s see how much you can take.”
Marcie remained silent as she watched her Mistress walk around her gaping form. Then Sam came around front and stopped. Slowly she began manipulating Marcie’s mammoth breasts, concentrating on the sensitive nipples. The slave sighed as she felt the other woman’s palms...Then the sigh turned to a shriek as Marcie
suddenly felt her sensitive nubs being squeezed viciously. She threw her head back and wailed as the steady pain being shot though her being. Mistress Samantha very stealthily had placed a pair of nipple clamps where they were intended. Marcie had indeed experienced these devastating devices before but the sheer suddenness of it startled her.
“Surely you can withstand these metal clamps my dear,” Mistress needled. “For you could experience far worse than this.”
The unrelenting pain had Marcie squirming.
“You know slave, if I find that you can’t take my testing, I will call your Master and inform him that you are unsatisfactory...which I’m sure will not set well with him.”
Only because she wanted to please her Master so much did Marcie steel herself to what was happening.
“If at anytime during our little testing period you feel you can’t go on, just say, ‘I quit’, okay?”
“Yes Mistress,” the sex-slave mouthed agonizingly.
“I will never exceed your limits but we must determine what those limits are, understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“But I have certain standards and you must be able to meet them, otherwise this won’t work. Now your Master expressed confidence in you.”
“Yes Mistress, he told me that as well.”
“Very well then...I presume then that you are not ready to quit.”
“No Mistress.”
The tall brown haired dominatrix smiled lasciviously. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now let’s continue,” she said as she teased a finger down the front of the suspended woman’s body. Between Marcie’s breasts, down to her flat tummy and over her mound to the juncture between her legs, Samantha’s finger moved. She then traced the circumference of the extremely sensitive pussy lips, drawing a pleasurable moan that mixed with the shooting achiness from the tightly clamped nipples. Then pushing her middle finger in, Sam felt for the sensitive clit. Marcie threw her head back again, but this time it was from the pleasant sensation that this dominant lady was giving her.
“You know I have discussed your progress with Mistress Hilda and she described you as one hot little lady,” Mistress Samantha commented as she jammed another finger in the slave’s cunt. “She also told me what a great cunt lapper you are.” Marcie’s breathing became labored. “Don’t come yet bitch, or you’ll get a taste of what my dimwit male slave just got!” Sam warned
Sam then removed her fingers from Marcie’s twat only to jam them in her mouth.
“Here have a taste of your pussy juice.”
“At a girl! Good huh?”
Casually the mistress then walked around to Marcie’s rear and spread the slave’s nether cheeks revealing the puckered anus. Since her finger had already been lubricated by Marcie’s pussy juice it was real simple sliding that digit into her slippery ass. From the way her sphincter gave away so easily, Sam could tell that this part of her slave’s anatomy had been visited many times.
“Looks like Hans and Hilda have been butt fucking you quite regularly, my little slave,” Mistress Samantha commented as she drove her finger all the way in.
“Yes Mistress!” She blurted from the sudden intrusion.
“You might be butt fucked quite often this week my dear. We must make sure you are up to the task.”
Actually Marcie was hoping this test would go on for long for a while, for she rather enjoyed this. Then to her chagrin the finger was removed. But then she felt another bulbous object push against her anus. When the thickness penetrated past her sphincter, she gasped. This dildo was thicker than Hans’ cock, which Marcie had become quite used to. Slowly but steadily Mistress Samantha inched the ten inch plastic dildo in.
“Ahhh!” the blonde gritted.
“Come on slave, you can take it!” Sam urged.
Marcie felt like she was being split in half as the invader slowly but surely filled her rear passage. Then Sam began sliding the dildo in and out, slowly then gradually faster. “That’s it slave, take my cock. Take it all!” Marcie grimaced each time it was pushed farther in, but eventually she became used to it. Then once it was entirely imbedded Mistress Samantha let go of the end and ordered the slave to hold it in and not to drop it out of her ass.
This was an entirely novel experience for Marcie. Neither Hans nor Hilda had made her hold something in her anus before, but she really wanted to please Sam, so she held her sphincter muscles clenched to prevent any slippage. She then walked around front and tugged slightly on the weight that hung between the slave’s breasts, which in turn caused considerable discomfort to her clamped nipples, which drew the expected boisterous response. Then Samantha ambled over to the wall where her row of toys hung. She took down a five foot wiry looking whip. It had six thin strands attached to a smooth wooden handle. Very pliable, the implement’s leather lashes moved with a mere flick of the wrist.
“This should do quite nicely,” the Mistress mouthed with a smug smile as she walked back over to her suspended slave.
Marcie had been whipped so many times, especially by Hilda, that she had grown used to the lash, but now this woman whom she had just met this morning was standing in front of her with a very menacing looking instrument. Mistress Samantha took a practice slice and the strands whistled through the air sending a shiver down Marcie’s spine. Then without warning she whisked all six lashes right across the slave’s ass cheeks. The long haired blonde stiffened and let out a startled yelp.
“Don’t drop that dildo out of your ass slave!”
Marcie held on and waited for the next cut. She didn’t have to wait long, for Sam delivered it right across her back. Marcie threw her head back and yelped but held onto the dildo. The next set of lashes landed on the back of her right thigh. That drew the loudest shriek yet, but then that was matched by a slash to her left thigh. She felt the plastic cock slip a bit but she kept her sphincter clenched.
Mistress Samantha then walked around front and smiled. “You’re doing well my slave...you really are quite lovely.” Sam held Marcie by her lower jaw and looked into her eyes. She then brought her lips closer to the suspended woman’s and kissed her tenderly. Despite having her nipples clamped and a dildo jammed up her ass, Marcie felt her love juices flow.
Then Sam stepped back and held the whip firmly. A mere flick of her wrist flashed the six strands across top of Marcie’s left breast. Her shriek echoed around the room, which was followed by another slash to the other breast and another shriek. Then slowly and methodically the mistress flicked the lashes downward, between the breasts, over the tummy to her mound. Marcie’s sphincter muscles held. Sam then lowered the strands until they laid motionless on the floor between Marcie’s splayed legs. Then in one quick upward movement she flicked the strands. When the ends of the leather strands struck directly on target Marcie’s shriek was so devastating that she shook uncontrollably in her bonds and dropped the dildo on the floor. The excruciating
pain in her pussy knifed through her being as she sagged forward dangling by her wrists.
Tears filled her eyes, not only from the tremendous ache but because she’d let the dildo drop out of her ass. The dominant woman put up the whip, walked back, carefully removed the nipple clamps and released Marcie from her bonds. She then put an arm around Marcie’s shoulders. “Come over here and sit on the couch.” Fearing she would be punished for her mistake, the contrite slave didn’t utter a word as she gingerly padded along. Then sitting her down next to her on the leather couch, Sam spoke softly. “I think you passed the test with flying colors, my dear.”
“You mean you’re not going to punish me?”
“No Marcie, not this time. There aren’t many who could’ve held that dildo in her ass while being pussy whipped.”
Marcie couldn’t believe her ears. Relieved, she smiled through her tears. “Oh thank you Mistress!”
After giving her new slave a knowing hug, Sam looked at her. “You may thank me by getting on your knees in front of me.” Complying instantly, Marcie’s face was introduced to the mistress’s open, neatly trimmed pussy. “I hear you’re a great cunt lapper...let’s find out shall we.”
It didn’t take long for Sam to find out how right Hilda was. “Oh yes!!” she shrieked as Marcie drove her into complete delirium with her talented tongue. Breathing heavily, the brown haired dominatrix gently massaged Marcie’s scalp through her soft hair while the slave’s face was buried in Sam’s crotch. “That’s my slave girl. Lick that clit! Oh yes!!” Sam threw her back in utter ecstacy as Marcie’s tongue lapped that sensitive nub. Once the soaring Samantha had shrieked her song of joy, she held Marcie in a loving embrace.
“I think you will work out perfectly, my little slave. Hans is quite correct, you are indeed worthy.”
Marcie smiled wide. “Thank you Mistress.”
To Be Continued...
