Twin Submission

Chapter 14 The Tale of the Suck Slaves - A Member's Tale

Chapter 14 - The Tale of the Suck Slaves - A Member's Tale

It came to pass that two of the serving staff, a maid and a valet, went before
Master to beg to be reduced to the status of pain slaves, and to join the
chateau's two existing pain slaves. My husband, and I, two of the chateau's
longest standing members, learnt of this during a conversation with the Master.
He had had to refuse their request, and was now at pains with what to do with
them. He explained that the balance at the chateau would have been altered, to
the detriment of the overall tenure of the chateau should he defer to the
request, or as he put it, "There is only room for two pigs in that particular
sty, and I already have them!"

He went on to explain his reasons for holding this view. It must be said that,
among the many private S&M clubs throughout the world, the chateau reigns
supreme. The Master explained to us that the principal reason for this was the
balance he rigidly maintained. Slave who are whores live to practice as whores,
and therefore must be kept hard at it, and not be allowed to hang around without
clients to serve. If they have too much free time they become discontent, and
then the skill with which they perform drops. Similarly with slaves who are
sluts. These slaves exist to exhibit their extreme depravity, debauchery and
exhibitionism, and having too many of them would mean that they would not be so
continually lost in that perverted depravity, and would soon leave for an
establishment that would satisfy their latent yearning.

In the case of pain slaves, these are the most special of them all, for they had
dedicated their lives to suffering. They could not actually live without the
constant and relentless punishment that they were subjected to. To have added an
extra pair of such slaves to the chateau staff would have been entirely
unacceptable, for it would have lessened the ordeal of the existing two to the
point that they would no longer be subjected to sufficient merciless suffering
to satisfy their extraordinary craving for pain and humiliation. Therefore, he
could not entertain the desires of the maid and valet. This request from serving
staff he explained was unusual, for maids and valets normally aspired to become
whores, and the odd one, a slut. In fact the maid and valet system had
originally been introduced as a means of replacing whores who left after their
contracts were up. This was the first time any of them had begged to completely
subjugate themselves, as pain slaves were required to do.

It was while the Master was ruminating over what to do with the pair, that my
husband suggested that we might take them off his hands. It must be said that,
while the Master is a consummately cruel and merciless sadist who rule his
chattels with a rod of iron, he is also sensitive to their needs and desires, to
the point of fanaticism. Chateau slaves, when they decide to leave, or have
outlived their usefulness for other reasons, are always looked after, both
financially, and lifestyle wise by the Master. It is this policy, he once
explained to me, that was essentially the reason for the phenomenal success of
the organisation and, more importantly, why it still remained shrouded in
mystery, and was entirely private and discreet. No one blabbed about it, because
no one was ever allowed to become discontent, and therefore have reason to try
to damage the place.

My husband suggested that we might take these two off his hands. Since we are
trusted confidants of the Master, and he knows that we have the financial
resources to successfully house slaves, he was quick to agree to the proposal,
but only after he had completely satisfied himself that we were genuine in our
offer, and it was not merely satisfying a passing fantasy. He had to be sure in
his own mind before he agreed, that we would satisfy the two prospective pain
slaves, as well as ourselves. Once this had been established, the rest went
along smoothly. We asked if the resolve of the maid and valet had been tested,
and when the Master replied that it had not, we decide to conduct these tests
immediately.

That is why, two hours later, my husband and I found ourselves seated together
in a small entertainment room, with the maid and the valet in question, kneeling
before us in submission posture. The two were completely nude, and knelt with
legs wide spread and hands clasped behind their deferentially bowed heads. Tears
trickled down their cheeks as they whimpered, and sobbed quietly while my
husband and I regained our collective breaths after our exertions.

The maid, a deliciously pretty girl in her late teens, was shimmying her
shoulders slightly, causing the swollen mounds of her delightfully reddened tits
to wobble sexily. Her tits were in this condition because I had just mercilessly
flogged the large firm mounds. She slowly rutted her shapely arse cheeks,
decorated with twelve livid stripes that the cane I had sliced them up with had
left, flaunting her swollen, dripping, and almost scarlet cunt split at us
lewdly while still suffering the anguish that the merciless thrashing I had
administered to its delicate flesh with the Master's cruelest cunt whip had
wrought.

The valet was similarly flaunting his abused nudity. His arse slabs too, sported
a dozen livid stripes. His fat swollen balls rode tight at the base of his
throbbingly erect prick stalk. The nuts had been flayed unmercifully by my
husband, using the cruelest testicle whip the chateau possessed. The sobbing
valet's cock pole was covered with welts and abrasions following my husbands
vicious whipping of its length. Both maid and valet had accepted their brutal
torment with utter masochistic joy, presenting their bodies to us in immaculate
surrender. They had certainly passed our first test of their true resolve.

I gazed down at the whimpering girl with a sadistic leer, and asked
sadistically, "What do you have to say, bitch?" The little girl's glorious nude
body shuddered deliciously, and her voice, cracking with emotion, sobbed out,
"Oh, darling Mistress, thank you for caning my wanton arse mounds so gorgeously.
But, sweet Mistress, next time you honour my slave arse cheeks so beautifully,
cane them harder! Cane them harder! Thank you, adored Mistress! Thank you for
whipping my lewd tits so wonderfully! But, sweet Mistress, whip the depraved
udders harder next time! Whip the tits viciously, and mercilessly, and with no
pity! My fat drooping  tits long to suffer for your amusement, worshipped
Mistress! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, adored Mistress! Thank you for
thrashing my wanton, lewd, depraved cunt slit so wondrously. The utterly
perverted whore gash exploded in agony while you thrashed it, glorious Mistress!
Please! Please, worshipped Mistress, thrash the lewd cooze harder, next time!
Thrash it longer! Thrash it more viciously! Thrash it forever! Show the wanton
split no mercy, fabulous Mistress! Show it no pity what so ever, wondrous
Mistress!"

By this time the little pain slave's hips were rutting wildly, and an ocean of
fragrant girl juice poured from its splayed open meat, and the girl prick at its
apex was so stiff and aroused that its delicate, shining little stalk had
completely escaped from its protective sheath. The tormented bitch was beside
herself with yearning to suffer, and she concluded her wild babbling with
further evidence of her utter surrender to her longed for fate, "Please! Please!
Please, adored and utterly worshipped Mistress. Accept my slave carcass as your
property! Don't temper you glorious cruelty, adored Mistress! Don't restrain you
gorgeous sadism, worshipped Mistress! Never show pity! Never display mercy,
fabulous Mistress! My servile arse mounds, my slave tits, and my wanton, whore,
slave cunt split, phenomenal Mistress! They all surrender to you
unconditionally! They all exist for your pleasure! They all yearn to suffer at
your whim, adored Mistress! Oh magnificent Mistress, possess my slave being! I
beg you! I beg you! I beg you!"

By this time the girl's whipped tits were literally flying about on her rolling
torso, and she was rutting her thrashed cunt at us with such obscene vigour that
I thought the hot, servile bitch would actually lose balance and collapse onto
the floor before us. My husband then took over, and went through the same ritual
with the valet. I watched, and listened while the young male reacted with the
same servile lust that the maid had. It was so gorgeously exciting to listen to
the boy beg and plead for the opportunity to be owned by us.

His nude body rutted and rolled with the same sublime obscenity as the girl's
had, and his long stiff cock dripped scum profusely from its flared tip the
whole time, until tiny rivers of the glistening juice flowed down the well
whipped length of that throbbing stalk of submissive lust. I listened to such
perverted statements as, "Precious Master, the lewd lust slug standing so
defiantly in my wanton fork deserves to be whipped for the rest of my existence!
Please! Please! Please, treasured Master, when you whip it, whip it hard, flog
it mercilessly, thrash it pitilessly! Make live in an aura of complete agony!"
And, "Please! Please! Adored and utterly adulated Master. You must flay the fat
swollen eggs that hang from the base of my slug with the utmost cruelty. The
scum filled orbs deserve to suffer and suffer for your eternal amusement. They
yearn to be suspended in indescribable agony forever!"

On and on it went, until my husband tired of the servile tirade, and stilled the
wildly rutting valet's pleading voice. I smiled down at the maid, who continued
to perform with exquisite depravity, then asked, "If I were to allow you to use
that hot, depraved twat between you thighs to fuck the pig's wanton lust stalk
for our amusement, what would your reaction be, little bitch?" The girl's mouth
immediately broke out into a completely lascivious grin, and she squealed out
her obscene reply.

"Oh, adored Mistress!" The lecherous maid squealed in obsequious, and utterly
wanton delight. "If it be your desire to see me fuck myself senseless on the
slave's depraved fuck stalk, my lewd cunt tube would go mad with obscene
delight. The harlot pit would squeeze and maul the hot prong with feral
intensity while my fat, depraved arse cheeks would fly and roll, and pump with
licentious lust, and my obese tits would flop obscenely! And, wondrous Mistress,
should it be your pleasure to witness my harlot cunt pit drain the scum bags of
the lewd slave, then my joyously obscene cunt pit would milk every last drop
from them! But please! Please! Please! fabulous Mistress whenever it pleases you
to use my wanton cunt pit for this purpose you must punish it ferociously
afterwards! You must punish it with cruel and merciless savagery, phenomenal
Mistress, because it will have catered to its own obscene and utterly depraved
lust as well as entertaining you so wantonly!"

I smiled down at the lewdly cavorting bitch, noting the fresh outpouring of slut
juice from her well whipped, and obscenely splayed open cunt split, that her
humiliating raving had caused. The young bitch was certainly an utterly depraved
and lust crazed slut. My husband interrupted my thoughts with the announcement
that the second, and final part of our testing procedures should now begin. His
tone of voice was so severe that I couldn't tell if he was serious, or not.
Whether he still needed proof of the pair's willingness to surrender or, like me
by this time, would only be still continuing with the test, purely for its
entertainment value, rather than any real need. As far as I was concerned the
slaves would have had to fail so dismally that it could not even be conceived,
for me to change my mind about acquiring the pair from the Master.

The maid and valet had been instructed, a couple of hours prior to the test
beginning, to dream up a fantasy of submission, and sexual bondage, that would
demonstrate to us that they were utterly serious about adopting the lifestyle
that they had begged to embrace. The story they concocted, and related to us as
we sat there listening with growing arousal, is in the main the subject of this
tale. I have embellished the pains slave's story where appropriate, not because
it was not, in itself, utterly depraved and delightfully submissive in every
respect, but rather to set the scene, then to connect the parts. And I have, of
course, substituted myself as the teller This is the tale. I hope it provides
the listener with as much pleasure as it did when related to my husband and I on
the day it was first told:

My husband was out of town for a few days on business. I decided that a change
of pace would be enjoyable. It had been some time since I had spent any quality
sexual time with another female, so I decided to visit my favorite lesbian night
club, and see if I couldn't pick up a girl with the required amount of dominant
sensuality that would be necessary to spend an exciting evening and night with
me at my home, enjoying the benefits of my bizarre facilities.

I had been sitting at the bar of the private club for an hour or so, checking
out the clientele, while watching a number of beautiful female strippers go
though their routines on the stage. I was beginning to despair of actually
finding anyone who might satisfy my desires on this night, and was about to
arrange with my friend, who owned and operated the club, to have a particularly
pretty little stripper I had watched to play with, when I saw the girl enter.

She was gorgeous, no, more than simply gorgeous. She was drop dead gorgeous. No
more than five feet two tall, honey blond, with a face as pretty as any I had
ever seen. It was hard, from a distance, to actually see how well she was built
for she wore a silk top and skirt ensemble that was loose fitting. The skirt was
short, however, and the sheer beauty of her legs, and stocking clad thighs, was
enough to satisfy me that, under her drapes, she would be equally gorgeous.

I made up my mind quickly, for I was as certain as night follows day, that this
tasty little morsel would not remain alone for long. I ordered two champagne
cocktails from the bar attendant, and asked her to have them delivered to a
private little alcove up near the side of the small stage where the strippers
had been performing. I then slipped off the bar stool on which I had been
sitting, and made my way over to the girl who was still, quite nervously,
checking out the club. It was obvious that she was not used to being in such
places and, the closer I got to her, quickening my pace when I noticed that I
was not alone in being impressed, the more delightful I saw that she was.

I managed to get to her first, much to the disappointment of a couple of other
eager women. "Darling, you look lost." I breathed throatily, placing a hand
possessively on her shoulder, hoping to give my potential competitors the
impression that she and I were an item. "Let me help you dear." I continued with
a hint of inquiry. The beautiful creature smiled shyly up at me, and replied,
"This is my first time in a place like this, and I'm nervous as a kitten. I
don't know how these places work, and I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"Why don't you join me in my alcove, darling." I breathed, consciously
attempting to mask my excitement so as not to alarm the obviously inexperienced
girl. "The second floor show starts soon, and we can watch it from there in
almost complete privacy, and in the meantime, we can have a drink, and I'll
answer any questions you might have. Would you like that, darling?" I asked
hopefully. The girl though for a few seconds, then replied, "I'd like that,
Madam" With a delightful smile. I took her hand and led her over to the alcove.
We sat down just as the scantily clad waitress arrived with the drinks I had
ordered. As soon as she had left, I set about my self appointed task, to seduce
this vision of sexy loveliness.

We started out sipping our drinks and engaging in that getting to know you type
of conversation. I learnt that she was just nineteen years of age, and
considered herself to be bisexual, rather than lesbian. In fact, she had only
had one sexual relationship with another girl in her entire life to date, and
that was with a girl at a boarding school that she had attended. Even this
encounter had not been fulfilling because of the close supervision that is
inherent in such establishments. It came to pass that she was having an
altercation with her current boyfriend and this, together with a natural and
growing desire for something different, sexually, had resulted in her decision
to visit a lesbian nightclub.

While all this was going on a fresh round of drinks arrived. I didn't want to
get the girl drunk, but I did want to use the alcohol to relieve her nervous
tension, and, of course, to erode her natural inhibitions. With all this in mind
I continued to make lively conversation while the stage was set up for the floor
show. I informed the girl, whose name I had found out was Michelle, that she had
not missed too much by not arriving in time to watch the strippers, but she
would surely enjoy the live sex show that was imminent. She blushed prettily,
but in no way seemed shocked to hear that this form of entertainment was being
offered.

Suddenly the lights in the main area of the club dimmed significantly, and a
bright spot lit up the stage. A low divan graced the centre of the stage, and a
small table next to it contained a variety of sex toys and oils. Two young
women, announced as the nymphomaniacal twins, swept onto the stage to a round of
applause from the patrons. The two women were indeed remarkably alike, and I
surmised that they were probably sisters. They were dressed in identical sexy
lingerie, and began to dance erotically, with limbs entwined, and mouths glued
together in a searing soul kiss.

I took the opportunity to edge closer to Michelle on the circular seat in the
alcove, doing so so slowly as to be almost imperceptible, not wanting to alarm
the girl by a too overt a move. Michelle, herself, allayed my fears by also
edging her way towards me, and soon we were pressing up against each other, and
I casually draped an arm around her shoulder, and rested my head against hers,
breathing in the delightful fragrance of her beautifully done up hair.

The performers soon stripped each other until they were nude. Hands caressed
tits while they continued to passionately French kiss, seemingly oblivious of
the eager audience watching them. I brushed my lips against Michelle's ear,
causing her to shiver slightly with what I hoped was a growing desire. I
tentatively ran my hand over the edge of her top, my finger tips brushing softly
against the firm mound of her breast. Michelle didn't shy away from my
intrusion, so I gradually got bolder and bolder while we watched the women on
the stage play with each others bulging tits, sucking nipples until they were
rigid with arousal.

My exploring hand soon cupped what was a surprisingly large, bare breast under
the satin material of the top, and Michelle sighed with growing pleasure. I was
able, from my position, to see down the front of her top, and was further
delighted by the fact that she wore no bra to disguise the beauty of her big
firm breasts. "Such beautiful tits!" I sighed into her ear, "Such pretty, big
tits!" Michelle, at first, thought that I was referring to the performers, then
realised I was referring to her, and blushed delightfully. "My tits are too
big!" She whimpered. "I know that men all seem to love big tits on a girl, but I
think mine are too big!"

"Don't be silly, darling!" I admonished her softly. "Your tits are gorgeous,
simply gorgeous!" I continued to caress the big firm mounds through the satin
cloth of her loose top, noting the rough protuberances that were her stiff
nipples. The lovely girl was obviously aroused by what she was seeing on the
stage together, perhaps, with my gently caressing fingers. It was time to get a
little bolder, to test the reaction of the girl to a little more overt teasing.
I carefully lowered my hand to the hem line of the top, then slipped it under
the material. My fingers encountered smooth warm skin, and gently caressed, not
being too eager, and risking possible rebuff.

The performers continued to caress tit, and passionately suck nipples while we
watched. Almost without my realizing it, Michelle had turned slightly, and
insinuated her body more comfortably against mine, until she was almost leaning
fully into me, and her back rested on my own thrusting breasts. This also
allowed me to continue to whisper sexily into her shell like ear, brushing it
with my lips from time to time. I took this subtle gesture from Michelle as
tacit approval for me to go further, and my fingers moved slowly and gently up
her torso until they encountered the smooth underside of a breast.

I gently traced my fingers around the smooth skin of the breast, marveling at
its size, then boldly cupped it, feeling its weight. Michelle reacted
deliciously to my boldness by snuggling up to me even more closely, and
tentatively kissing a vein pulsing in my neck. This movement had another effect.
It allowed my other arm, which had been draped around her shoulder, the freedom
to drop down the other side of her body. I wasted no time in slipping my other
hand under the flowing folds of her loose top and soon it too was caressing a
breast.

"I just knew you lovely tits would feel gorgeous, darling!" I whispered into her
ear, brushing my fingertips over her stiff nipples to test her arousal. Michelle
sighed contentedly, then brought her own hands up to her chest, and used them to
crush mine firmly into her breasts, clear evidence that she was enormously
aroused, and had lost almost all of her initial reserve and shyness.

Up on the stage the two performers had moved on. Hands were delving into the hot
wet places between lovely female thighs, and fingers were avidly plying moist
pussy meat. The two girls were now lying on the settee, and as we watched them
they slowly, and almost naturally began to reverse their nude bodies, until
heads and faces confronted hugely stimulated pussy. It was as if the performers
were no longer aware that their were being avidly watched, and you could almost
hear the collective sigh of the audience when the first soft tongue plowed
deeply between a set of swollen pussy lips.

In deference to the change in action on the stage I too, subtly changed my
approach, still not wishing to push too fast, although, by this time I was sure
that Michelle would not react negatively to my slow seduction. I allowed one
hand to slip down from her chest, ensuring that the other continued to caress
her swelling breasts, and gently squeeze her stiff, hot nipples. My other hand
dropped to her belly, which shivered deliciously at the soft touch. Then I
carefully insinuated the tips of my fingers under her skirt's waist band, and
drew them around in tiny circles on her flat, quivering belly.

Michelle closed her thighs, involuntarily, when my fingertips encountered the
soft down of her pussy hair. I immediately stopped the downward journey of my
fingers, my heart beating a little more rapidly at this now unexpected reaction.
Perhaps I had gone too far too quickly for her. I had to consciously stop myself
form risking a further token of resistance to my advances, and contented myself
with running my fingertips through her soft fleece. After a few minutes I
perceived as slight relaxing of her thighs and belly, and once again raised the
level of my teasing.

By this time the two performers were nearing the climax of their sexual
exhibition, and were performing with utter abandon. Dildos were plunging deeply
into drooling pussies. Eager tongues were passionately whipping swollen and
spasming clitorises, and the two lesbians were beyond all sexual control. Also,
I was now teasing Michelle with delicate, albeit more confident sureness. The
tip of my forefinger was gently stimulating the base of Michelle's clitoris. The
tiny tube of sex meat had started off limp, but was now hard beneath my roving
fingertip.

Given the sheer sexual depravity of the scene the two performers were giving,
lost, as they were in their own debauched lust, it came as a slight surprise to
me that Michelle, while allowing her thighs to relax a little, never allowed
them to open fully, and give my fingers unrestricted access to her sex. I
suppose she was embarrassed at the aromas that she would exude, although,
despite highly efficient air-conditioning, the club could never quite rid itself
of the scent of female sexuality at any time anyway, or perhaps she was not able
to bring herself to completely lose her inhibitions in such a public place. I
wondered if her attitude would have changed if she could have seen what was
going on in other semi private alcoves, much more abandoned activities than
those we engaged in being the norm, rather than the exception.

A smattering of polite applause greeted the finale of the exhibition and, while
the performers were leaving, and the lights were reversing until the club was
again well lit, and the stage area in dankness, I whispered expectantly,
"Michelle, darling, why don't we quit this place, and go home to my place to
play?" The girl snuggled up to me and replied in her delightfully soft voice,
"That would be nice, darling." "I'll just summon my car then." I rejoined,
extracting my automatic pager to signal to my chauffeur that I was ready to
leave. Reluctantly I withdrew my hands from beneath Michelle's clothes and we
both stood up, Michelle being a little unsteady on her feet because of both her
arousal, and the numerous champagne cocktails I had plied her with.

About ten minutes later I led her from the club, to find that my limo had
arrived on time. The driver was waiting beside the big, luxurious vehicle, and
dutifully opened the rear door when we arrived. We settled into the plush seats
and then drove off. We remained silent throughout the short trip to my town
house, Michelle, no doubt, imagining the pleasures she expected to indulge in,
and for my part, planning how I would introduce this lovely young girl to my own
bizarre way of life.

I took Michelle directly to my husband's and my specially designed playroom.
This room had been designed with the pleasures of domination and submission in
mind, although at first glance it didn't seem to promise anything bizarre. The
room is quite large, and almost Spartan in its furnishings, and is situated in
the basement of the townhouse. All of its walls are mirrored from floor to
ceiling, as is the ceiling itself. The floor is covered with ruberised tile
material, resistant to moisture. Behind three of the mirrored walls are large
inbuilt storage cupboards, and these are packed with the paraphernalia of
bondage and submission, and sexual pleasure and punishment.

Protruding from strategic points in both ceiling and floor are hooks and
eyebolts that are only really evident if you are actually looking for them. As
far as furnishings are concerned there are precious few items, two comfortable,
adjustable leather armchairs, one large, rubber upholstered divan with hooks
embedded in each of its four legs, and one chair of intricate design that would
have looked more at home in an obstetrician's consulting rooms.

Little Michelle's eyes opened in surprised wonder when she took in the room's
decor. I immediately took her in my arms, before she could begin to ask the
inevitable questions, and kissed her soft mouth passionately. Soon our tongues
were dueling erotically, and I began to strip her of her outer clothing. I met
no resistance, not that I had expected any for she surely had realised that we
were going to, at the very least, make passionate love to each other. It took me
no time at all to strip her completely, and while I ran my fingers through her
moist soft sex fleece once again I began to wonder if she was not a latent
submissive, so meekly did she accept being nude while I was still fully clothed.

I was soon dispelled of this notion as her hands were soon busy divesting me of
my clothes as well. She fumbled here and there, but proved to be quite expert at
stripping a female, while still passionately kissing and embracing her subject.
When we were both nude, except for our hose and garter belts, we collapsed into
one of the huge leather chairs, still locked in passionate embrace. Michelle
broke our kiss and leaned out to inspect my nudity. I took the opportunity to do
the same. Needless to sat we were both ecstatic with what we saw. Michelle was
indeed spectacularly sexy and incredibly beautiful, and I was quick to voice my
appreciation of her gorgeous sensuality. She, too, was profuse in her assessment
of my erotic charms, and we set about the delightful duty of caressing each
other, and stimulating each other's erogenous zones with eager passion.

After a seemingly endless amount of kissing and caressing the enormously
stimulated Michelle's curiosity began to get the better of her, and she began to
question me about our somewhat bizarre surroundings, especially the strange
chair that dominated the room. It was time to test her. To find out if she would
accept my sexual bent, that of a cruel Dominatrix, and perhaps even revel in it
herself, or whether she would be so shocked that she would leave in disgust. My
heart raced with a mixture of excitement, and dread. Excitement, for I wished to
shock her. And dread, because her reaction might not be the one I desired. With
a hand gently cupping her swollen and moist sex I ventured into the unknown.

"Would you like to have this hot little cunt sucked, darling?" I asked
breathlessly, giving her hot, wet pussy a gentle squeeze. The gorgeous creature
shuddered with arousal and answered that she would adore it if I were to suck
her fragrant pussy." The big moment had arrived, "Oh, sweet child, I wont be
sucking it for you, at least not at first. I have a slave who will do that for
you!" The nude girl reared back from my embrace and stared wide eyed at me, "A
slave! What do you mean, a slave!" I went on to explain quickly, noting that her
reaction was one much more of surprise rather than shock and, of course, that
she had not  torn herself from our sexual embrace, and explained that my husband
and I kept a pair of sexual slaves who were currently serving exclusively, as
cock and cunt suckers.

I could tell, by the time I had finished explaining, that Michelle was
enormously excited by what I had revealed, and her moist, swollen pussy had
gotten hotter and hotter under my insistently exploring fingers. I reached out
and pressed a button that would summon our butler, come slave trainer. The man
entered almost immediately, and I asked him, "Bring us the cunt sucker, if you
please, James!" "Certainly, Madam!" The man replied, and immediately left the
room. Within two or three minutes he had returned, and wheeled in the slave.

Michelle's eyes widened once again at the sight of the slave, mounted on a low
slung trolley. The slave was covered from head to toe in opaque black latex
rubber, and bound to the trolley so tightly that any form of movement was
impossible, except for the obvious head movements that would be required for it
to perform its task. The slave's body resembled a black mound, with a lump at
one end and its sex, of course, was completely and utterly disguised. The only
thing that revealed that the rubber covered blob on the trolley was indeed human
was a tiny opening in the lump that stood out from the rest of the black mass,
that revealed a set of lips and a tongue that was already flicking lewdly, the
slave obviously being aware that it was to be put to work at its delightful
task.

"What sex is it?" Michelle asked with eager excitement. "Does it matter?" I
asked, then went on to explain further, "After all, a tongue is a tongue,
although in this case the tongue is superbly trained, and wonderfully tireless.
But, if it means anything to you, this submissive tongue is actually female. The
slave is in almost full sensory deprivation. She is unable to hear or see, but
her sense of smell is available to her. This is not because we have any pity on
her, but rather so that she knows when to react by performing the task that has
become her sole reason for being over the past few months."

I went on to explain that my husband was making use of our male slave in the
identical manner, only that slave was exclusively, our cock sucker. The slaves,
I described, were kept in the bondage she saw them in for all but two hours a
day. They were freed so that their bodily functions could be attended to, and so
that they could be washed. I went on to explain that we had the slaves mildly
punished, then sexually relieved each day, and that after we had had our fun
with the cunt sucker, it might be amusing for her to see this being done.
Michelle's reaction was one of eager assent. It was obvious to me by now that,
while completely inexperienced in matters of domination and submission, she
seemed to be of the former bent, naturally.

"Why don't you get into the special chair, darling." I urged softly, "And
prepare to experience the cunt sucking of your life! You are in for a real
treat, I can assure you. This bitch is quite the most skilled twat lapper I have
ever encountered. Her tongue is almost miraculous in the pleasures that it is
capable of imparting on pussy. After you've experienced it once, you'll be as
addicted to it as I have become, I'm sure!" The lovely girl struggled up from
the couch in avid anticipation, literally tearing her warm nudity from my
embrace, such was her level of arousal. "Ohhhh, yes!" She cried, "I cant wait to
feel that tongue on my pussy!"

I stood up as well, and guided the excited girl over to the dentist's chair, and
urged her shuddering nudity into its comfortable confines. I arranged her limbs
so that her legs were draped over the stirrup like rests that were designed for
this purpose. This exposed her dripping sex, its soft wet lips gaping wide with
the intensity of her sexual arousal, in utterly available posture. I then moved
over behind the bizarrely bound slave, and wheeled her towards the inviting
target.

I smiled indulgently as I pushed the slave closer and closer to the girl's
lewdly displayed, dripping pussy, noting with a little pride how the slave's
soft tongue shot from her mouth as soon as the distinctive aroma of aroused
female sexuality filled the only sense allowed her, her sense of smell. It was
particularly satisfying to watch the servile bitch I had trained to react so
submissively to her circumstances, although, knowing her psyche so intimately, I
realised that she would actually be beside herself with happiness at being
permitted to taste the flavours of female sex once again.

A tiny shriek of delight erupted from Michelle's mouth when that lovely, soft,
beautifully talented tongue plowed into her flowing pussy, and flicked
insistently against the little stem of her hugely stimulated clitoris. As soon
as the slave was in place, and her skilled tongue was busily working its magic
on Michele's sex, I moved back around to the rear of the chair and reached down
to caress the delighted girl's swollen breasts, tweaking her rigid nipples with
my fingers to add to her pleasure. Soon the sounds of Michelle's gasping
breathing were challenging the sucking sounds emanating from her crotch in
volume.

"Does my patented cunt sucker please you, my darling?" I whispered with a
chuckle of knowing . "Oh, it feels sooooooo gooood! Sooooo Goooood!" The
pleasure filled girl gasped, "Your cunt sucker sucks a girl's cunt like an
angel! Her gorgeous tongue is buried so deeply up my pussy pit it feels like a
little cock, only better, because it wriggles so deliciously! Ohhhh, She lashing
my clitoris with her tongue! My clitoris is going to explode! I'm coming! I'm
coming!" She squealed in ecstasy while her pussy erupted in orgasm.

I watched while my slave gulped down the rich flow of pussy cream the climaxing
girl fed her, realising, with a smile, that the slave would be literally glowing
with joy under her thin rubber covering, and would be drinking from the flowing
sex in immaculate happiness. The slave drank the flowing pussy dry, swallowing
every last drop while Michele's pleasure soaked body shuddered out the last
vestiges of her shattering sexual release. Her body, which had arched tautly
while she was coming finally dropped back into the seat, and she gasped for
breath with huge heaves of her chest.

I continued to gently caress her heaving breasts while Michelle came down from
her sexual high. "Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!" She gasped. "I've never come so hard in
my whole life! Your slave is so good at this! Soooo Goood!" She continued, while
the slave began to stimulate her pussy all over again, showing no signs of
flagging in her submissive efforts. "How do I get one of these?" Michelle asked,
not really expecting an answer. "How I would love to own a slave like this. To
have your cunt sucked so exquisitely, whenever you liked must be fabulous,
darling!" She breathed, as her pussy was once again assaulted by the slave's
tireless tongue, and was being gradually brought to climax once again.

Michelle soon orgasmed again, and fed the elated slave a fresh outpouring of
ripe pussy cream which was eagerly slurped up by the submissive. By the time
Michelle had come down from this high the slave was once again avidly tonguing
the now sated sex, working diligently to re-excite the satiated meat. Michelle
gasped, "Doesn't this slave ever get tired?" She asked, "My poor pussy is so
sated. I don't know whether I'll be able to come again!" "Don't worry,
sweetheart," I replied, squeezing her nipples strongly to emphasize my point.
"This cunt sucker will suck without let up, or losing any of her passion, for
hours and hours if you let her. You can come as much as you like. In fact, she
adores pussy cream so much you'll find that she sucks more passionately, and
more eagerly, the more often your lovely pussy feeds her its delicious elixir!"

The slave, remarkably quickly, brought the so called sated girl to a third
squealing climax much quicker than I would have thought possible, and when her
zealous tongue continued as if nothing had happened Michelle finally called
'uncle'. I must say that I was not unduly disappointed with this reaction,
although I would have liked to have the slave work a little longer, for I was,
by this time, ready to taste the gorgeous girl's succulent little pussy for
myself, and definitely wanted her mouth on my swollen and dripping sex.

I summoned James, and when he appeared, began to question him: "James, what is
today's schedule for practice for the slaves while they are being relieved?" The
immaculately dressed butler answered, "The cunt sucker, Madam, is scheduled to
practice the velvet buzz saw, and the cock sucker is to practice with tongue on
cock head only." "And what is the current target performance indicator for each,
James?" I inquired further. "The cunt sucker and the cock sucker are both up to
five orgasms by these methods, Madam." He replied.

"Very good, James." I concluded, then gave him the instructions that would make
Michelle's exposure to the slaves in training as exciting as possible. "Please
set up the training session so that Michelle and I can view proceedings, James.
But ablute them first, if you please. I'm sure that Michelle is not interested
in witnessing them performing such odious bodily functions. And, James, add a
standard punishment routine to the spectacle, just for further entertainment
value. You can now remove the cunt sucker, we are finished with her services for
now, but begin with the her, if you please."

The butler took his leave, pushing the slave along in front of him. I turned my
attention back to the sexually sated Michelle, who was already showing clear
signs of recovery, and renewed excitement, and was full of questions. I
explained to her how we had a stable of cocks and cunts that were used for the
slaves' to practice their lascivious arts upon, commenting that there was no
shortage of volunteers for this work, if it could be called work. We did,
however, pay the subjects quite well, for confidentiality was an issue,
obviously. I put off her other questions about these sessions, telling her that
she would see  for herself soon enough.

We then went to my bedroom and were soon locked in a languid sixty nine, and I
finally had the opportunity to taste the luscious sex of the lovely, sexy girl,
and it was truly delicious. Michelle went at my own drooling pussy with a gusto,
obviously having been on the edge for so long. She extracted a climax from my
pleasure soaked sex in record time, and drank from my flowing font like a
starving waif. Then we settled down to suck a more slow, and tantalizing climax
from each other, while we waited for the session with my slaves to be ready to
begin.

A tiny bell tingled in my room, heralding the fact that James was ready for us.
I dragged Michelle's head from between my thighs, somewhat reluctantly, for she
once again had me teetering on the edge of orgasm. We donned a pair of my most
diaphanous negligees, and I led Michelle down to our patented dungeon and slave
quarters. We entered the black walled relief room with Michelle shivering with
expectation and excitement. She was a closet Dominatrix, I thought I was sure
of, by this time, and I fully intended to complete her education in such a
lifestyle.

James was waiting patiently for our arrival. As soon as we were seated he
dragged the slave's trolley into the room, then quickly, and efficiently freed
her rubber clad body from the contraption. He left her lying in a rubber coated
ball on the floor while he wheeled the trolley back out of the room. The slave
began to wriggle a little, no doubt her excitement at what she knew was about to
happen affecting her. James returned a few seconds later and began to attend to
the slave's renewed bondage.

He quickly stripped off the lower section of her rubber costume, rendering her
hindquarters naked, then tore of the rubber patches over her tits off so that
the large, creamy orbs were revealed, their teats as stiff as steel. James next
maneuvered her body into position for the session. Her waist was securely
anchored to a low block so that she was unable to move her body away. Then her
knees and ankles were anchored to the sides of the block, in a manner that kept
her legs widely spread. This allowed the slave to move her rear about, two or
three inches from side to side, and up and down. Her shoulders were then also
anchored so that her big, soft tits hung down from her rubber clad torso. It
also brought her still rubber clad face up to a strategically placed hole in the
wall of the room.

Michelle gazed in wonder at the slave's obscenely displayed fork, marveling at
the smoothness of the hairless flesh, the long fat lips of the cunt split, and
the gaping pout of the tight, ridged arse ring. I noted her attention and
commented wryly, "Such a lovely looking cunt. It almost makes you wish you were
sucking it, doesn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "But a slave's cunt only ever
gets to be sucked by another slave, I'm afraid. This has to be strictly
enforced, otherwise the slave might get ideas above her station."

James wheeled a bizarre looking apparatus into the room, and right up to the
slave's rear end. The sight of her wantonly displayed fork was denied us for a
couple of minutes by James's kneeling body as he worked at his task. When he was
finished, and had again stood up, Michelle gasped in wonder at the perverse
sight that met our gaze. I, of course, had seen it all before, and knew what was
coming. The slave's arse ring and pussy were both impaled on huge black rubber
dildos. We could see her arse ring, and the mouth of her stretched open pussy
pit both convulsing wildly, but it was as if she were attempting to suck even
more of the enormous rubber poles into each sex hole, rather than the more
expected reaction, of attempting to expel them.

A clamp had been tightened at the base of her cunt slug, exposing the entire
length of the lust stalk from its protective sheath, and a tiny rubber ring,
attached to a little metal arm, was  positioned midway up that delicate length.
While Michelle and I were taking in this bizarre sight James stripped off the
slave's rubber discipline helmet, exposing her beautiful face and, of course,
allowing her to both see and hear once again. The slave shook her head, and
rapidly blinked her eyes, while she became accustomed to her new environment
while James retrieved a long thin cane, which he laid on top of the slave's
lovely bottom.

All was finally in readiness and James, after looking to me for confirmation,
and getting my signal that we were ready, began the ritual that the slave had
become accustomed to. Michelle and I settled, in each others arms, and watched
as events began to unfold. The effect on Michelle was electric throughout the
following couple of hours, and I can  tell you that our love making afterwards
was as unrestrained as any I had ever been involved in, such was her excitement
at what she had witnessed.

James's addressed the slave, "What is resting on your fat arse cheeks, bitch?"
He demanded. "Your glorious cane, merciful Sir James!" The slave almost
squealed, her clear voice thick with masochistic lust. "What does this mean,
bitch?" James inquired. "It means my fat arse slabs are to be punished, merciful
Sir James!" The slave quivered. "But, why, bitch, your performance has been
exemplary! So why must your svelte arse be punished?" The chattel almost yelled
out her pleading reply, "I am a slave, merciful Sir James, and my slave arse
must be punished! My slave arse exists to be punished! Please! Please! Please,
merciful Sir James, cane my slave arse slabs hard!"

James lifted the long cane from the slave's quivering bottom cheeks, and drew it
high above his head. He brought the evil instrument of pain down with terrifying
force, and it exploded into the creamy skin of the shapely mounds with a loud
crack that reverberated around the small room. The slave squealed quietly while
the burning pain of the savagely delivered stroke filled her being completely,
then sobbed out plaintively, "One! Thank you, merciful Sir James! Please cane my
slave arse cheeks again, only harder, merciful Sir James! Harder!"

The cruel cane flashed down a second time, and raised a livid welt precisely one
inch from the one that the first stroke had raised. The slave reacted with an
identical response. The full ritual was repeated until ten strokes had been
delivered, and the slave's shuddering arse slabs were striped deliciously, and
were on fire. The other evidence, apart from the obvious welts, that the slave
had been so cruelly punished, was the fact that her grotesquely decorated cunt
meat was now literally flooded with the juices of her lust. Once the slave
realised that her punishment was over, that no more strokes were going to be
delivered, she reacted as she had been trained to do.

"Thank you, kind Sir James! Thank you for caning my slave arse slabs so cruelly!
My slave arse slabs are burning with delicious pain, as all slave arse slabs
should always be. I love you, merciful Sir James! My slave arse slabs exist for
the gifts you bestow on them!" James ignored the slave's perverted ramblings,
showing no reaction what so ever to her obvious emotional outpouring. He reached
down and flicked a switch on the apparatus that lay on the floor at, and a
little to one side of her drenched fork. The reaction was immediate, and utterly
awe inspiring.

The enormous dildos began to pump in and out of the slave's arse and cunt pits,
starting slowly, then increasing in velocity until they were literally flashing
in and out of the convulsing holes. At the same time the tiny ring that enclosed
the stalk of her stiff, bare cunt slug began to work up and down that spasming
stem of female sexuality with such speed that it almost became invisible. The
slave's tied down, well striped arse shuddered uncontrollably, and I could only
imagine the intensity of the sensations that she must have been being subjected
to. The evidence of such sensations soon became obvious as, within thirty
seconds of the contraption being turned on, the slave's cunt split exploded in
orgasm, and sprayed out its cream in a flood of liquid convulsions.

James clapped his hands once, as soon as the slave's initial climax had
exhausted its violence. A hairy cunt appeared, as if by magic, at the hole
before the slave's flushed face. The slave stared at the pussy with a look of
delight on her flushed face, but waited patiently, restraining herself from
applying her eager lips and tongue to the sex. "Subject, today's training
involves the "velvet buzz saw" method of pleasuring cunt. Prepare your cunt, if
you please!" James commanded to the woman behind the wall. Immediately, a pair
of fingers appeared on the plump pussy lips.  They tore the fat fleshy lips wide
apart, then the tips of the fingers delicately peeled the foreskin of the
woman's clitoris back, exposing a good half an inch of the tiny sex stalk.

Meanwhile, the relentless masturbation of the slave continued unabated, driving
her to a renewed outpouring of pleasure, over which she had no control what so
ever. "Before you begin, slave!" James snapped imperiously, "What is today's
target?" The slave, her voice already betraying the fact that her own cunt was
once again approaching climax, replied immediately, "My slave tongue tip must
bring the glorious clitorises of the five subjects off five times within the
allotted half an hour, kind Sir James. The final subject to be brought off under
extreme distraction!" James commented, "Very good, slave. Your time begins now!"

Michelle squeezed my left breast sensuously, expressing her disbelief in the
slave's ability to get even close to such a ridiculously unattainable target.
"Just watch, and learn, darling." I responded, driving three fingers deeply into
her lovely pussy pit. We watched while the slave poked her soft tongue out to
its fullest, and traced the contours of the stiff clitoris of the woman. Then
she began! Her tongue flicked at the clitoris with such velocity that its flying
tip almost became invisible. The woman's clitoris seemed to be vibrating wildly
of it own volition. Within thirty seconds the woman's climax exploded, and a
flood of rich ripe creamy cunt juice spewed from her spasming sex.

The slave quickly went about slurping up the flowing issue, then set about
tonguing the softened clitoris back to throbbing stiffness. She did so by
furling her long tongue around the soft little stalk, and sensuously squeezing
and tugging at it. Once the clitoris was again hard, the slave went about
bringing it off using the same amazing method of buzzing its delicate stalk with
the very tip of her tongue. At about the same time as the woman's clitoris was
once again stiff and hard, the slave herself gushed in fresh orgasm, and poured
the juices of her own convulsing cunt into the strategically placed tray below
her cumming crotch.

On and on it went, with the slave bringing the woman off with unbelievable skill
and precision, until all five climaxes had been achieved. Michelle just couldn't
believe that the full five climaxes had only taken the slave about five minutes
to accomplish. This woman was immediately replaced by another, and the whole
process was recommenced. The slave, herself, had come at least four times by
this time as well, but the fact that she too was being subjected to a surfeit of
sexual ecstasy didn't seem to have the slightest effect on her tongue's
exquisite performance. Nor did the sheer fatigue that the chattel must have been
experiencing by the time the third hairy cunt was presented to her seemingly
tireless tongue.

I couldn't help myself either, and was soon on my knees before the amazed
Michelle, and my own tongue was doing a fair imitation of the slave's, on
Michelle's spasming clitoris. I drank my fill of her succulent pussy juice then
rose up and collapsed onto the chair in her arms while the slave went
relentlessly on, now working tirelessly on her fourth cunt. While she tongued
that fourth clitoris, James was preparing her for the fifth, which was to be
pleasured while the slave was sadistically distracted, to test her performance
while being subjected to severe interference.

James knelt next to the slave's torso, and screwed two small objects into
threaded holes in the floor immediately below the slave's hanging tits. When he
was finished, and we were able to see the results of his work Michelle shivered
with excited sadism. Two particularly evil looking alligator clamps were now
poised below each of the slave's stiff teats. The jaws of the strongly sprung
clamps were held open, and showed lines of sharp spikes decorating their edges.
James then lay a small, two inch long, silvery needle on the slave's bulging
bottom cheeks. The svelte cheeks shivered deliciously when the slave felt the
cool length of the needle, no doubt realising what was in store for her. James
then reached behind his back and detached a long narrow flap from his belt. When
this fell away Michelle gasped in surprise, for it revealed the fleshy crack
between the man's muscular bottom cheeks.

Once the slave had finished with the fourth clitoris, James began the almost
ritual preparations for her to perform the final act of her practice, under
extreme duress. He began by dragging her bondage trolley back from the hole in
the wall by about two feet. He then addressed the slave, "Do you know what's
about to transpire, bitch?" He inquired with a sadistic chortle. "Yes, merciful
Sir James!" The slave almost shrieked, but instead of her voice being filled
with fear, it was laced with masochistic lust. "I'll give you a choice, bitch.
You may display your submission prior to me attending to you, or you may express
your heart felt gratitude following the event. Which do you chose, bitch?" He
asked imperiously.

There was a momentary pause before the lust crazed slave replied, and I listened
with bated breath for her choice, for which ever one it was, I knew what it
would involve. Michelle, of course, did not, so she waited in mere expectation
of something even more bizarre than that she had witnessed so far to happen, and
her excitement was almost palpable. "Kind Sir James!" The slave almost squealed.
"I long to display my submission, but I yearn even more to express my utter
gratitude to you for your benevolent attention to my slave needs! Please!
Please, merciful Sir James, allow me to display my gratitude.

"Very good, slave!" James replied, then began to attend to the slave's final
preparations. He began by kneeling next to her hanging tits. "You will remain
silent, bitch! Not a sound from you while I attend to you!" He commanded
sadistically. The James reached under the slave and clasped her tit, just below
the swollen teat, and tugged the teat down towards the vicious clamp. He
carefully placed  the stiff meaty teat between the jaws of the clamp, then
allowed those strongly sprung jaws to snap shut. The slave's eyes bulged wildly,
and she clamped her teeth tight together to stifle the shriek of agony that
threatened to burst from her throat when the fierce pain of the spiked clamp
jaws bit deeply into her tender teat meat. James quickly repeated the process
with the slave's other teat, then stood up allowing Michelle and I to clearly
see her stretched out tits, and the silvery clamps crushing her tender teats.

James then moved around to the slave's tied down rear. He stopped the engine of
the mechanical masturbator, and the mighty dildos ceased to ream out her arse
and cunt holes, and the ring stropping her swollen cunt slug stopped at the base
of the quivering stalk leaving its length completely exposed. James took the
needle from the slave's sweating, welted arse slabs, and we watched while she
drew her arse cheeks back the tiny amount her bondage allowed. James carefully
placed the tip of the needle against the delicate meat of the tip of her
straining cunt slug, then, with one finger, tapped her arse cheek lightly.

The suffering slave reacted immediately, by driving her hips back down  that
tiny amount. Her mouth gaped wide in sheer agonised shock, and tears poured from
the corners of her screwed shut eyes,  but even now the slave uttered not a
single sound. She shook her shoulders as much as her bondage would permit,
tearing wildly at her savagely clamped teats, as if to force them to cause her
ever more agony. The reason for all this was, of course, what had happened to
her cunt slug. The movement of her arse had served to drive a quarter of an inch
of the needle James held into the sensitised meat of the tip of her slut cock,
and the agony that this act inflicted must have been horrific for the slave.

Michelle's eyes were also wide with shock, and the hand squeezing my breast
closed so tightly that it was almost painful for me as well. I gently eased her
hand open, smiling at her with sadistic glee. Michelle understood what she had
just witnessed, and was fascinated by the slave's willingness to submit to such
terrible torment, and within seconds she dropped her hand down into my crotch,
and drove three fingers deeply into my drenched pussy tube.

We returned our attention back to the slave just in time to see James move back
to her head. The slave's body had ceased to shudder by this time, and her wide
eyes were again open, although tears still tricked down her flushed cheeks. The
look on her beautiful face, and the gleam in her violet eyes, was now one of
beatific ecstasy. The slave had lost herself completely in her acute suffering,
and was wallowing in her masochistic elation.

James allowed the suffering slave to both wallow in her pain, and to come to
terms with its sheer intensity, before he took up a position which backed his
rear end up to her face. He leant forward, causing the recently bared split
between his muscular buttocks to split widely, baring the ridged pout of his
pungent anus to her wide eyes. "You may express your gratitude, and submission,
slave slut!" He commanded, his normally calm and controlled voice now betraying
just a hint of erotic excitement.

We watched the slave throw her head forward, and bury her pretty face into the
meaty split. She glued her lips to her tormentor's pungent arse ring and her
slavish tongue went wild on the heavily muscled orifice. James's face soon began
to become flushed with pleasure as the submissive tongue on his intimate orifice
excited him. We watched, Michelle in awed excitement, while the tormented slave
thrust her wiggling tongue deeply into the dominant's spicy arsehole, and
tongued passionately for his pleasure.

James enjoyed the lewd attentions of the suffering slave for fully five minutes,
before he, somewhat reluctantly, stood up from his crouch, and removed his
palpitating arse ring from the slave's servile tongue. He quickly pushed the
bondage trolley back up to the hole in the wall where, as if by magic, a fresh
cunt suddenly appeared. This pussy was shaved, and its thick gaping lips
revealed a sopping interior and already stiff, and fully exposed clitoris.

Almost immediately, and despite the fabulous pain that the slave must have been
suspended in, her talented tongue began to whip the straining clitoris with
feral velocity, even more rapidly than it had done before. It took the little
slave only about twenty seconds to drive the woman to shattering climax. The
fact that the woman had orgasmed didn't seem to affect the slave one iota. Her
servile, and supremely skilled tongue didn't miss a beat, and she tongue whipped
the woman's clitoris to a fresh orgasm even more quickly. It took the adept
slave almost no time at all to drive her sexual target to the five required
climaxes. James pulled her back from the hole immediately he saw that she had
achieved her target. He wasted no time in freeing her teats from the clamps, and
removing the needle from her cunt slug, then freeing her body altogether.

While James was replacing the rubber material over the slaves hind quarters, and
replacing her discipline helmet, I hugged and kissed the excited Michelle. Then
I spoke to James, as Mistress of the house, "James, I am completely satisfied
with the slave's performance, as, I'm sure, is our visitor. In fact, I'm so
pleased with her that you can put her in the 'closet' for a few hours, and allow
her to feast on cunt to her heart's content."

Michelle looked up into my face with a puzzled expression on her face, and I
explained that our townhouse backed up to a combined lesbian and homosexual
brothel, and that my husband had come to an arrangement with the proprietors of
that establishment that was mutually beneficial. It gave us the opportunity to
subject our slaves to prolonged periods of service, practicing their
specialties, cock and cunt sucking, and it gave the brothel an extra, and
lucrative service to offer its clients. The 'closet' itself was a small room,
barely large enough to contain the slave's bondage trolley, and with a hole cut
in its wall at the level, obviously, of the slave's head.

"How long before the cock sucker is set up, James?" I inquired as James prepared
to wheel the cunt sucker out, and off to her reward. "In about a half an hour,
Madam." The servant replied, then quickly added. "I had meant to inform you,
Madam, his Lordship has instructed that the slave not be pleasure relieved, but
be catheter drained under extreme punishment. It appears that the slave gagged
slightly while deep throating one of his Lordship's larger endowed companions
last evening. His training regime, however, is to remain unchanged. Does Madam,
and her guest still wish to view the proceedings?"

"Certainly!" I replied immediately, noting a fresh flush of erotic excitement
decorating Michelle's beautiful face. I was, by this time, convinced that this
girl was quite strongly dominant in nature, and this reaction seemed to confirm
that conjecture. James, too, noticed this reaction from Michelle, and made a
suggestion that thrilled her to her core. "Perhaps your guest would enjoy
participating in the slave's discipline, Madam?" Michelle nodded, in the
affirmative, but with strangely muted eagerness and I, of course, was only too
happy to allow her to do so.

Michelle and I went back up stairs, and took lunch in the kitchen. We remained
naked, except for the peignoirs draped around our shoulders, despite the fact
that a maid, herself erotically clad in a classic French maid's costume, several
sizes too small for her relatively voluptuous charms, attended to our wants. I
was, of course, used to appearing nude, or near nude in front of our serving
staff, but Michelle was not, and I was really quite amazed at how naturally she
was acting, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed.

As it happened, it was almost an hour before James signaled that all was in
readiness for the session with the cock sucker. I glanced over at Michelle, and
saw that her beautiful face was flushed with excitement. I also noted that her
pink nipples were stiff, clear evidence that the thought of actually
participating in the punishment of a slave was causing her to become acutely
sexually aroused. Yes, indeed, I surmised the lovely Michelle is a latent
Dominatrix. We returned down stairs to the special room once again, and when we
entered Michelle's eyes widened in sheer shock at the sight that we were
presented with. Then she exclaimed, excitedly, "What a fabulously beautiful
penis he has! I've never seen one so big, and yet so perfectly shaped! And what
huge testicles! He must produce enormous amounts of cock cream!"

"No! No!" I cried, stopping Michelle's excited declarations, "This pig is a
slave! Slaves don't have penises and testicles! They have lust slugs, depraved
prick stalks, obscene cock poles! They have trash bags, scum holders, or nuts,
or balls! But they never have penises or testicles! You must never, never give a
slave that amount of respect, or you'll give the animal delusions above his
station!" Michelle listened to my instructions in growing excitement, realising
that I was right, but her reaction to what was so obscenely displayed in front
of us had become too much for her initially.

What we were staring at, of course, would surely have had such an effect on
anyone, seeing it for the first time, especially if they were as highly sexed as
this young girl was. The slave was strapped to a similar trolley to that that
the cunt sucker had been tied to. His was slightly different, however, in that
it was concave in structure. This meant that the slave's waist was strapped
tightly to the lowest part of the curved bench. His head was raised up high, to
the level of the hole in the wall, and his naked arse was also raised high. The
rear of the trolley was not solid like the rest of it, rather a box like series
of metal rods. The slave's legs and ankles were securely trapped to the outside
rods so that he was unable move his lower body even one centimeter.

The slave was nude from the waist down, and his muscular arse slabs were arched
up, and separated by his bondage. His head had also been removed from its
discipline helmet. His enormous lust pole, that had had such an electrifying
effect on Michelle, was fully erect and pointed straight down towards the floor.
His fat, sap filled scum bags were as tight as drums at the thick base of his
slug. I have to admit that the slave's prong was truly a magnificent specimen of
male sexuality, and was as proud as punch that I owned it.

James stood off to one side listening to our conversation with a slight smile
creasing his cruel lips. He had already removed the strip from his leather
trousers, and the fleshy crack of his muscular arse contrasted starkly with the
black colouring of his trousers. After we had taken our seats, James continued
on with the slave's preparations, which we had obviously interrupted when we
arrived. He approached the slave's trapped hindquarters with two items. The
first was a weird looking glass bowl. Instead of an open top it tapered into a
nine inch long tube which was about a quarter of an inch in diameter, and the
second was a thin leather strap.

James knelt behind the slave, taking care not to obscure what he was going to do
from our sight. He grasped the slave's stalk and bent it out, then took the
strange bowl in his other hand. He carefully introduced the tip of the glass
tube into the slit in the tip of the slave's strongly erect prick, then casually
drove all nine inches of the tube into his prick. James then wedged his knee
against the base of the bowl, and quickly wrapped the thin strap around the
slave cock, just below the head, and buckled it as tightly as he could. James
then allowed the prick to drop down once again, and now the bowl hung from its
tip, the strap around the base of the slave's slug head tight enough to ensure
that the glass tube could not slip out.

When James was satisfied that the bowl could not slip out of the slave's prick
slug he went about attending to his scum bags. He took another small, supple
strap, this one almost an inch wide, then used one hand to squeeze and tug at
the slave's fat gonads, trying to get them to become pliable. Having achieved
this aim James quickly pulled the smooth eggs out from the base of the slave's
cock stalk and slipped the strap around their base and buckled it tightly. When
James moved back we were able to see the slave's tight nuts standing out from
his lust pole in a fleshy, tender mass, gorgeously vulnerable, and utterly
defenseless.

James then, ominously, placed a long, thin, silvery needle on the top of the
slave's nude arse slabs, which seemed to shiver slightly at the sensation this
caused. James then stood back up to his full height, and approached us. He had a
specialised ball whip in one hand. The whip was just like a riding crop, except
that in the place of the normal single lash there was a cluster of tiny chains,
each tipped with a quarter of an inch diameter steel ball, much like a ball
bearing. James presented this whip to Michelle, who took it in a trembling hand,
trembling with excitement, I might add.

"The slave is ready, young Madam." James said after Michelle had taken the whip.
"You must thrash his scum bags with the whip, while he displays his submission
in the appropriated fashion. When whipping the nuts you must be utterly
merciless. The slave must know that he is being punished for his poor
performance. His Lordship has commanded it. His punishment must be brutal, and
unrelenting, if he is to learn from it. Indeed, young Madam, the slave himself
will not be grateful to you if you show him any pity." James explained to
Michelle. I noted that the slave's eyes were wide with fear as he listened to
his fate being spelled out so graphically, but they also betrayed a glint of
masochistic lust, and sheer yearning.

"Will you get into position now, if you please, Madam." James asked, then moved
himself, to the slave's head. Michelle stood up and shucked off her peignoir to
completely reveal her glorious nudity. This didn't seem to have any effect what
so ever on James, and I marveled at his capacity to be exposed to sexual
eroticism without apparent effect. Michelle walked over until she stood
immediately behind the slave. She quickly measured off a stance that would allow
her to whip his balls with good full swings, and once she was satisfied, she
nodded to James.

James then stepped over the slave's head and turned to face away from his
strapped down body. He then bent forward at the waist, and presented the fleshy
crack of his buttocks to the slave's face. I watched while the slave craned his
head forward slightly, and slipped his flushed face deeply into that warm, meaty
crevasse. The slave's lips were soon pressed firmly into James's anal pout, and
I could see that the chattel already had his submissive tongue at work on his
dominator's spicy arsehole. "Begin now, Madam!" James ordered.

Michelle drew the brutal whip back, then brought it flashing down towards its
defenseless target. A muffled wail of pain emanated from the slave's mouth when
the metal balls slapped deeply into his bulging nuts, causing the tender orbs to
swell and shudder with the pain that flowed through their delicate masses.
Michelle drew back the whip again and sliced it savagely back to the slave's
suffering balls. She whipped and whipped, being urged on by James, from time to
time, to be ever more savage and brutal.

The slave's moans and wails of suffering, deliciously muted, and enhanced by
sloppy sucking sounds, continued unabated while Michelle, growing more and more
sadistic by the second, seemed to be flaying his fabulously swollen balls harder
and harder. She punished the slave like a true Dominatrix, showing him no mercy
what so ever, and reveling in her own innate cruelty fully. James let her go on
and on until even I was beginning to feel sorry for the anguished slave. But I
knew better than to question James's tactics. He was the expert in slave
training, not I, and both my husband and I always deferred to his expertise when
it came to the training and disciplining of slaves.

Michelle's skin was actually beginning to shine with her perspiration before
James finally called upon her to cease. She stopped whipping the slave's balls,
and breathed in deep gasps of air, to recover from her efforts. She made to
return to the couch when James stopped her with a suggestion that caused her
beautiful face to light up with delight.

"Young Madam, Once you have punished a slave, you should always accept his
gratitude for your attention!" James informed Michelle. "I think you already
know how this is done." He added with a sage grin. Michelle wasted no time in
responding to James's suggestion, and was soon bending down, with her shapely
bottom before the slave's tear streaked face, which was soon buried between
those svelte bottom cheeks, and she was experiencing the delights of submissive
tongue on her cute little arse ring for the first time. By the time Michelle had
returned to our sofa, her face was flushed with pleasure, and her succulent
little pussy was drenched.

Michelle slipped easily into my waiting arms, and I tweaked her hot, stiff
nipples as we settled down to watch the rest of the proceedings. James clapped
his hands loudly, once, and a lovely big, stiff penis appeared, as if by magic.
It protruded into the room in front of the slave's face, and his expression
immediately transformed from one of anguish and misery, to delight at the sight
of it. James edged the slave's trolley forward, until the serf's long wet
tongue, already lolling obscenely from his gaping mouth, was able to reach the
swollen head of the clearly throbbing male pole.

The slave's eager tongue, immediately it was capable of touching the lovely
penis head, wrapped itself around that knob of aroused male sexuality, and
squeezed it with helpless passion and devotion. We watched while the slave
settled into a regime of licking and lapping at the gorgeous penis head,
stimulating its nerve filled meat with consummate skill and utter adoration.

James moved around to the slave's rear as soon as he saw the servile tongue go
to work. He reached down and took up the long needle that had been testing on
the tops of the slave's bulging arse slabs, and stared down at his thoroughly
punished, and grotesquely swollen nuts. James carefully placed the point of the
needle against the side of the slave's balls, and we saw that the trapped
animal's whole body seemed to shiver with dread when he realised what was about
to befall him. Never the less, his passionate tongue did not miss a beat, but
continued to lap and lave the head of the penis, as if it were his sole reason
for being.

James brutally drove the needle clean through the swollen nuts, until two inches
of its silvery length appeared on the other side of the sex cluster. The slave's
whole body seemed to convulse, and all his muscles went taut. The agony must
have been magnificent, but barely a whimper was heard from the suffering slave,
and his lapping tongue, if anything, became even more passionately devoted to
the penis head that it worshipped. The slave suffered and suffered, and licked
and lapped, until we were greeted with the utterly lewd sight of streams of man
juice spewing from the tip of the penis head, and flowing over the slave's
wildly lapping tongue.

The slave tried valiantly to suck the gushing cream into his mouth, but, of
course, a good proportion of it dripped down onto the floor below him, onto a
specially placed rubber mat, so that it would not mar the polished surface of
the floor. Almost at the same instant that the slave's devoted tongue began to
receive the fruits of its labour, Michelle's eyes widened in wonder. I followed
her amazed gaze to the slave's rear, and saw that his ball scum was flowing into
the bowl, and realised that the slave too, was emptying his tortured nuts.

As soon as the penis had exhausted its supply of cream under the passionate
attentions of the slave's ever busy tongue, it was immediately replaced with a
fresh one, and the servile animal re-commenced his devoted tonguing of the new
penis's spongy head. His tongue seemed utterly tireless despite its vigorous,
and continuos work. It lapped and laved, and squeezed and teased each penis
head, until each surrendered to its passionate talent, and bathed it with a flow
of hot, steamy man juice. And each time a penis head throbbed to gushing climax,
the slave's own brutally skewered nuts released a fresh surge of his lust cream
into the bowl hanging from his own throbbing prick slug.

By the time the slave had tongued the required fifteen spurting climaxes from
the penises presented to him the bowl dangling from the head of his own slug was
almost full, and his nuts had shrunken and slackened to soft orbs that draped,
empty and sated, down the thick stalk of his now limpish pole of servile lust.
All though this Michelle and I had our hands buried in each others pussies, and
we too, had extracted a number of climaxes from our excited sex flesh while we
watched proceedings.

James immediately began to attend to the slave. He elicited a tiny whimper from
the trapped nudity when he roughly extracted the needle from the slave's slack,
empty balls. James then extracted the tube from the pig's sated cock slug, and
checked the bulb, grinning in satisfaction when he saw the it was full, to the
brim, of slave ball scum. James unstrapped the slave's head, and allowed it to
hang down towards the floor. He then retrieved a large glass bowl from the
inbuilt cupboard, and emptied the bulb full of slave cock juice into it.
Finally, he took up the rubber mat that had been placed below the slave's face
when he had been pleasuring the penises, and added the cream that had dripped
onto it to the bowl.

James then placed the bowl of sex juice below the slave's head. The slave
immediately dropped his face down to the bowl, and his agile tongue began to lap
up the musky sex juice. We watched while the slave lapped up the cock cream,
like a cat with a bowl of cream. Michelle and I finally left the room just as
the salve's eager tongue was diligently licking up the last dregs of his own
ball cream, ensuring that not a trace of it remained in the bowl.

Michelle and I repaired to the lounge upstairs and were soon engaged in yet
another bout of passionate lesbian sex. The girl was truly insatiable when it
came to sex, and she exhausted me completely. We drifted off to sleep in each
others arms, and did not reawaken until quite late in the evening. I returned
Michelle to her flat in the city, and we parted with promises to get together
again soon.

It only goes to show how wrongly one can interpret events. I had picked Michelle
as a latent Domina. I couldn't have been more wrong. The girl has actually
turned out to be the most exquisitely masochistic submissives I have ever seen.
My husband and I, of course, once we learned of this, completely enslaved her.
She is set for a life of captivity, as the slave of our cunt and cock suckers,
and an instrument of relentless punishment, and she has surrendered to her fate
with immaculate masochistic joy and happiness. She has utterly embraced the fact
that she exists purely to suck the relief from other slaves, and to bear
constant and relentless punishment. For purely financial reasons, she also
serves in the brothels as a gang banger recipient.

In fact, as we speak, her slave carcass is in stringent bondage in the 'closet'.
Her big soft tits are bare, as are her voluptuous arse slabs, and both are
covered with stripes as I caned her arse, and whipped her tits, just to get her
into the mood to suck the cream from the hundred penises that I have decreed
that she service on this day. To my eternal delight, the servile bitch squealed
out in utter masochistic lust to me as I left the bizarre room, "Adored Madam!
Please! Please! Please! Raise my sentence to two hundred cocks!"

I chortled with glee while replying that her request had been granted, then the
submissive animal squealed out a fresh plea, "Please! Please! Please! Worshipped
Madam! Have my big, soft, slave tits whipped a hundred more times, and as hard
and as mercilessly as possible! Please, revered Madam, have my lewd, obscene
slave tits whipped without mercy, to punish me for having questioned your law!"
Her awful ravings were silenced by the length of a large penis driving deeply
into her submissive, and passionately sucking mouth.

I returned to the room as soon as the slave was entirely taken up with her lewd
sucking, and retrieved a couple of needles. I straddled her strapped down
nudity, and reached under her to her softly swaying tits, with a needle in each
hand. I scraped the tips of the needles over each of her strongly erect teats,
then used my teeth on an ear lobe to draw her face away from the penis, so that
I could stare cruelly into her wide eyes. "Do you want it, bitch?" I asked in a
quiet whisper. "Oh, please, my adored Madam!" She replied with a sob of emotion,
her eyes radiating love and adoration. She whimpered deliciously when I drove a
needle through each of her teats, and her eyes widened further while she
wallowed in her immaculate agony. The slave smiled up at me with love radiating
from her beautiful features, and whispered passionately, before dropping her
mouth back onto the arching penis before her, "Promise me, adored Madam! Please
promise me that you will punish my slave tits forever, and ever, and ever! My
slave heart loves you, darling Madam! My slave soul worships you, adored Madam!
My slave tits long to be punished by you, cruel Madam! My slave arse slabs yearn
to be punished by you, merciless Madam! My slave cunt split craves your brutal
punishment, pitiless Madam!"