Freedom is Slavery (22 page)

"Stephanie will have control of you now, until I say differently," said Mistress from behind me.

"Get up and lay across my knees," said Stephanie as she took a seat on the bed. I lay across her knees obediently as she began to stroke the backs of my thighs.

"WHAP!" The sound swept through the air as she brought down her palm on one cheek of my ass.

"WHAP!" Came the sound again as her palm landed on my other cheek.

The pain was sharp and immediate. My cock, however, remained hard as it was nestled between her thighs.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I could feel the heat on my ass now as she continued to punish me.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I whimpered a bit, trying to indicate that she was really hurting me.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I gasped at each slap, hoping that she would stop soon.

"How many was that, dear?" she asked sweetly.

I tried to do the math and could only blurt out, "Ten, Mistress?"

"Tsk, tsk. No, dear. That was fourteen. Let’s try this again."

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"How many was that?"

"Six, Mistress!" I cried, trying hard not to tear up.

"Yes, dear. Very good. Who said sluts couldn’t count?"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Now?"

"Oh! Twelve, Mistress."

"Good boy. And how many more?"

"Two, Mistress!"

"Yes, that’s right. How many more would it take to give Mistress’s age?"

"Uh, six, Mistress?"

"Yes, that’s right. Will you take six for me? As a tribute to Mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Then let’s make every one of these count."

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! .... WHAP!

"Very good, very good. I’m sure you made Mistress very proud of you. You definitely made me proud. For that, I’m going to give you a nice surprise."

She had me lay on my back before moving up to my left side and showing me her cock. Without having to ask, I took her in my mouth again. I could feel her bucking her hips, pushing her in and out of my wet, willing mouth. She held out for a few moments before cumming.

"That’s right, drink it all up," she moaned as I sucked the last few drops out of her.

Without taking a break, she then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom which she slipped onto my hard cock. As soon as it was on, she lowered herself down, onto me, taking me deep inside of her. She rocked back and forth, moaning, looking down at me with a much deserved air of superiority.

While I was inside of her, she was definitely fucking me. She had control. Her muscles were contracting around me. I looked to my side and saw Mistress and Ms. Kelly looking on, enjoying the show. They may have been enjoying themselves but not nearly as much as I was.

"Oh, Mistress, I feel like I’m going to cum, may I cum?" I asked.

"Let me check," Stephanie said, still riding me.

"May he?" she asked to the women.

"Yes," snarled Mistress.

"Oh!" I cried as I came hard, again, inside of Stephanie. She rode me, milking every drop from my cock before getting off of me. She took the used condom and held it above my mouth.

"Open!" she said. After opening my mouth, she squeezed my own cum from the condom into my mouth. "Good boy."

"That was very good, Stephanie," said Mistress. "I have one more thing for Louis. You know what to do, Louis. Show Stephanie what you like me to do best to you."

I lay on the floor on the towel spread out there and closed my eyes. Mistress stood over me and, within moments, opened her bladder, spraying warm urine all over my face and chest. This time I kept my mouth open, enjoying the taste of her and the sensation of her warmth on my skin. I even heard it pouring into my ears. I felt closer than ever to her.

She greeted me at the door looking more like one of my schoolmates than my teacher, albeit an oversexed version of the girls in my class. She wore the standard pleated plaid skirt and white blouse of the girls’ uniforms with the addition of black fishnet stockings and high heel shoes. Her makeup was a bit extreme, made more so by her pigtails, tied with thick red ribbons.

My stunned reaction came of no surprise, of course. Mistress had come to know me better than I knew myself. She made me keep a journal of my most intimate thoughts. She would encourage me to concentrate on certain aspects of my fantasies, as if to mould me into what she wanted me to be. It amused her to no end when I would bare my soul. And, rather than hiding my desires, I came to cherish her derisive laughter and chiding comments. The more venomous, the better. The humiliation became a sweet sensation mixed with bitter truth.

When I would write of my fantasies about having sex with some of the girls in my classes, Mistress would corner me during the day and ask me, "Do you really think that you have anything to offer to a girl? The only thing you’re good for is sucking cock and licking ass, slut." I would stammer and, occasionally, try to defend my desires but, in the end, I knew she was right.

Dressed as she was, Mistress had tapped into some of my strongest desires. Her skirt allowed me to see her long, lovely legs. I could discern her pale, creamy skin under the stockings. Her skirt was cut so that I could even view a little bit of the area above her stockings. My mouth watered at the thought of being able to feel that soft skin. Sometimes, if I thought hard enough, I could still call to mind the exact flavor her fingers carried when she allowed me to taste her, the first time we met. That was my first and last taste of her pussy. From then on, I was only allowed to lick her ass or the pussy of my girlfriend, Stephanie.

Handpicked by Mistress, Stephanie was a beautiful girl with an "enlarged clitoris" that dwarfed my feeble cock. It pleased Mistress to no end to see me on my knees with Stephanie’s clitty in my mouth. She liked for me to serve Stephanie while Stephanie served her in turn. It took a second for me to realize that Stephanie was also in the room, as was Ms. Kelly. My eyes had been locked on Mistress.

I knew what I had to do. I removed my clothes, shedding all sense of self-determination. I stood naked only for a second before falling to my knees. I greeted Stephanie and Ms. Kelly as I had been instructed. I crawled to Ms. Kelly, kissing the tops of her feet, before doing the same to Stephanie. This was to show that I truly knew my place, at the feet of women.

"Come now, Louis, give Stephanie a kiss," Mistress said.

I leaned up to give Stephanie a long, passionate kiss. I felt her tongue exploring my mouth and my cock became hard immediately. The two Dominas chuckled a bit, seeing us kiss so long and hard.

"Now it’s my turn," Mistress said, pointing to her shoes. I crawled over to her and kissed the tops of her shoes.

"Do you like my feet, Louis?" she asked.

I nodded in ascent.

"Good. Worship my feet. Don’t get my shoes wet. Take them off."

She sat down and I removed her shoes before again kissing the tops of her feet. I held one foot in my hand and began to kiss it lightly all over. I licked the underside, tasting the leather of her shoe mixed with the taste of her sweat. I began to kiss and suck on each of her precious toes with their blood red polish.

"Mmm... good boy. Suck on those toes like they were little cocks, faggot."

I began taking her big toe in and out of my mouth, bobbing my head like she taught me to do when I sucked on her strap-on cock. I moved my tongue lasciviously around each of her toes before diving back down and taking them all into my mouth. She helped me by pushing her foot into my gaping maw, looking down and enjoying the sight of her toes disappearing into my eager mouth. And that was just the first foot.

I worshipped the second foot with equal vigor as she, Ms. Kelly, and Stephanie talked nonchalantly. Occasionally I was the topic of conversation but mostly it was small talk. I felt like a fly on the wall, taking in a tea party while suckling this gorgeous woman’s toes.

When she had enough, Mistress instructed me to lie down on the bed. After doing so, I was soon bound spread eagle on my back by Stephanie and Ms. Kelly. My head at the foot of the bed I looked up and wondered what the three ladies had planned for me. I kept my eyes locked on Mistress the whole time.

Mistress had Stephanie stand at the end of the bed, and spread her legs so Mistress could tie them to the feet of the bed. Her legs were now lewdly spread wide with her "clit" hovering over my face. Her wrists were bound behind her back and raised up forcing her to bend over. Her bottom was high up in the air and her "clit" was forced into my mouth.

The rope holding Stephanie’s wrists was then tied to my cock and balls so that she was not able to stand up without pulling them very hard. Mistress lifted up Stephanie’s skirt and lowered her panties, exposing Stephanie’s pretty bottom.

Stephanie’s now-hard "clit" was in my mouth, the rope prevented her from removing it. Her thighs astride my head and her pert behind formed my world since that was all I could see. Mistress’s gloved hand came into view and I watched as she lubricated Stephanie’s "pussy." Once well-lubricated I saw her push the end of a double Bardex into Stephanie’s shapely rear, my girlfriend let out a slight gasp as she felt the deflated balloon slide inside her. The hiss of the first hand pump told me that the balloon inside her was being inflated.

I counted the slow deliberate pumps: one, two.....seven...surely Mistress would stop soon.

Stephanie began to moan as the balloon stretched her insides.

"Just one more," Mistress told her. "I don’t want there to be any chance you can push this out...none at all."

With that she gave a final eighth squeeze of the pump. I then saw the external balloon begin to inflate, and after four pumps it nestled between Stephanie’s cheeks. I knew that she would be completely unable to prevent anything being injected into her plugged "pussy." I could tell Stephanie was well aware of the same thing as her clit was now rock hard and pushing down my throat. I too was unable to do anything but massage it with my wanting mouth.

The sounds of gurgling told us both that the enema bag had been attached and the clamp released, allowing the hot soapy water to flow into Stephanie. Mistress held the bag high above Stephanie ensuring the water flowed swiftly into her. Soon Stephanie began to moan as the water forced its way into her, the fast flow causing her cramps as it pushed inside her. I felt a sharp slap as Mistress’s strap landed on my spread thigh as she commanded me to suck harder on Stephanie’s "engorged clit."

Stephanie was now starting to wriggle torn between the cramps and the feelings of pleasure in her "clit." Her movements pulled hard on my cock and balls as she struggled to relieve her predicament.

Ms. Kelly lowered the height of the enema bag slightly to give the poor girl some temporary relief before raising it again delighting in the effect it had on her subject. Finally the bag was empty and all four pints of hot soapy water were now inside Stephanie. Mistress clamped the hose and disconnected it from the bag, placing the cap on the Bardex so that Stephanie was not able to expel any of the water inside her.

I heard Stephanie start when a slap landed on her ass, followed in quick succession by a few dozen more. I could picture the redness of Stephanie’s bottom, a hand-shaped mark standing out. From there, Mistress began utilizing a variety of implements on Stephanie—from her softest flogger to a wooden paddle. While Stephanie was exposed to this barrage of sensation, I could feel that Ms. Kelly was nearby.

Stephanie moaned as her ass became redder and redder while, at the same time, her insides began to cramp as her body attempted in vain to expel the water. After a few minutes Stephanie began to beg to be released, her insides feeling like they would explode.

I heard Mistress tell her that she was to ask for six more slaps and then she would be released. She also told me to suck Stephanie’s "clit" hard. She went on to tell Stephanie that if she should cum before the six slaps she would get six more!

Stephanie begged for the six strokes and I could tell from her now frantic movement she was in considerable discomfort despite her hard "clit" in my mouth. Her movements pulled painfully on my cock and balls and I was afraid they would be yanked from my body.

Mistress cooed to Stephanie, telling her that she was taking the punishment well and how fun it was to redden her ass. Eventually, the six were completed and Mistress quickly untied Stephanie’s wrists and ankles to allow her to race to the bathroom.

"The only thing more fun than paddling that ass is fucking it," she said to me. "So when she returns maybe I will allow you to do that to her. In the meantime what shall I do to you while we await her return?"

Mistress asked Ms. Kelly for a helping hand as the two spent the next ten minutes taking me to the brink of orgasm, begging for release, and denying it. Ms. Kelly used her immense skills to work my cock with her fingers, knowing better than I did when she could push me harder than I thought I could take.

While Ms. Kelly jerked my cock, Mistress whispered quietly into my ear, telling me how lucky I was to have any woman touch me. She also teased me with the taste of her pussy, allowing me to hear her fingers playing with it.

After about ten minutes Stephanie returned, her insides now spotlessly clean and her "clit" still hard and clearly excited at the past experience. Mistress once again tied her legs to the foot of the bed and her arms to my cock and balls. Her "clit" was once again in my mouth.

From Stephanie’s gasp, I imagined Mistress inserting something (a finger?) into her bottom. I detected a whiff of lubricant and heard Mistress ask if Stephanie was ready to accept her fist.

Though clearly scared, Stephanie said, "Please, Mistress, please fuck my ass."

It seemed interminable but I could hear the entire process of Stephanie being opened up to accept Mistress’s entire fist in her ass. Finally I could tell by the noises Stephanie was making that she was about to take the whole thing. I was witness to the sight of Mistress’s fist sliding into Stephanie. Slowly it began to disappear inside her, Stephanie moaned with pleasure as her pussy was stretched wider and wider right before my eyes. Then it was all inside and only Mistress’s wrist could be seen protruding from Stephanie’s cheeks.