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Lunch is rather late and a much less formal affair than dinner was the weekend before. He eats at the table and makes me kneel beside him. Between bites he feeds me morsels from his hand and makes me lick the hand clean every time.
“Like a well-trained pet bitch”, he smiles. “But then in a way that is what you are now, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir. Your pet bitch.”
He does not comment, but continues eating. After I have done the dishes, he takes me outside onto the patio. The garden is well-kept and enclosed by high bushes and hedges. There is a manicured lawn enclosed by herbaceous borders. Off to one side I notice a patch of sand that looks rather incongruous. He sits down in a deckchair and has me fetch a seat-cushion to place it at his feet.
“I think we’d both like a cool drink now. Go and fetch me some orange juice. And you’ll find ice water for you in the fridge and a bowl underneath the sink.”
I pour his orange juice first, then hunt for the bowl. Under the sink I find a porcelain dog-bowl inscribed “Pet bitch carina”. He must have had that made for me during the week. I pour the water, then carefully carry it and his glass outside. He motions me to kneel on the cushion at his feet.
“You may rest your head on my knees, carina.”
It is the first time he has called me by my name! Suddenly I feel proud.
“May I say something, Sir?”
He nods.
“Sir, I want to thank you for having got a bowl for me.”
He smiles and pats my head, then asks.
“Tell me, how does it feel being my slave? Do you hate having to serve me?”
I hesitate. Shall I tell him the truth? And why not?
“No, I don’t, Sir. I did in the beginning. But even on the first day I suddenly felt…, I don’t know. It felt right somehow.”
“Yes”, he nods. “I got the impression you were a natural. So you like everything I do to you or have you do?”
“Oh no, Sir,” I shake my head so vigorously that he smiles. “I hate the pain of punishment. And I hated the frustration I experienced on the chair. But still …. even that feels right somehow. Right that you should be in control and do with me whatever you like. And the more I hate what it is, the more intense the feeling of being controlled. Does that make sense, Sir?”
He smiles again.
“Oh yes, it does. You know I have had a number of student whores before. You’d be surprised at the number of students who try to cheat and are prepared to take their punishment this way. Some of them genuinely hated it, other got quite used to it. And do you know the difference in the way I treated them?”
How can I? I shake my head. He slaps my cheek almost playfully.
“Don’t forget your manners, whore,” he admonishes me.
“No, Sir, I don’t.”
“I was much more lenient with those who hated it. Not because I thought I should let them get off easily, but because I didn’t enjoy it. I fucked them, had them give me head, but that was pretty much everything.” He looks down at me. “You are an intelligent woman, carina. Tell me what that means for you.”
I don’t have to think for long. But the answer still scares and excites me at the same time.
“You will treat me more harshly than anyone before me, Sir. You will punish me harder, humiliate me more deeply and use me for your pleasure in any way you ever dreamed of, Sir.”
“Yes, carina, I will. And I will enjoy every minute of it. I will take away every last little vestige of shame from you, make you do things you would never dream of doing. I will turn you into a complete and utter sextoy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He falls silent allowing me to digest what has just happened. Is that what I want? In a way I hate to admit it. After all I am an intelligent woman and I am studying for a demanding career. And I certainly don’t want to give that up. But deep down I have to admit that what I also want is submission. Full, no holds barred, complete, utter submission. I press my naked body against my Master’s knees.
“On your back, whore.”
I comply immediately. The stone of the patio is rough and hot under my back.
“One finger in your cunt, one in your ass. Play with yourself and keep yourself just below climax.”
It feels wonderful touching myself again and I feel no shame performing this most intimate of activities here outside in front of him. My fingers work slowly, but soon I have to slow down even more in order not to cum. I desperately want to, but I know I mustn’t. It is an exquisite agony keeping myself aroused but not allowing myself to cum. What does he need the chair for? He can make me do it all by myself. I don’t know how long he leaves me lying there. Sometimes he watches my, sometimes he just seems to stare into the distance. A few times he gets up and wanders around the garden, but I don’t dare stop even when he is at the other end of the lawn with his back turned to me. Once he interrupts me and sends me to the kitchen for more juice. He allows me to drink some water (now lukewarm) from my bowl, then he commands me to continue.
Then finally he gets up, stands between my legs and opens his fly. My legs spread wider. Is he going to fuck me now. Please, please. But he only relieves himself. He plays his stream all over my body, hits my tits and my face, but is careful not to pee on my pussy. I have to slow down even more in order not to cum. he of course notices.
“What a degraded slut,” he smiles. “Being pissed on makes you horny, doesn’t it?”
By the time the sun sinks below the hedges, My body is sticky with his dried pee and my own sweat. I am in a daze, ready to cum in seconds.
“Stop fingering, bitch. Go and take a piss in the doggy toilet.”
He points towards the patch of sand. I hesitate.
“Don’t you need to?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir, but I also ….” I blush.
“Say it!”
“I need to take a crap, Sir!” My face must be beet-red.
“Permission granted.”
I just stare at him. He looks back calmly.
“Did you think I’d allow a bitch to use my toilet? Now go. Like the bitch you are!”
I crawl across the grass. When I glance back he is still sitting in his chair watching me. I squat careful to keep my hands on the ground like a bitch. But I can’t look at him watching me. I close my eyes.
When I crawl back he points to the garden hose rolled up in one corner of the patio.
“The patch of grass next to the doggy toilet. And clean yourself up thoroughly.”
The cold water running over my body cools me down in more sense than one. It cools my arousal somewhat, but when the cold jet hits my ass and pussy I still gasp. He makes use a plastic bag to clean up, then takes back inside. While I apply new make-up he watches. Suddenly he speaks up.
“Just so you understand, carina. I’m not a pervert who enjoys watching other people shit. In fact I find it quite revolting. But you will keep using the doggy-toilet and I will watch most of the time. Just to remind you that there is nothing you are allowed to hide from me.”
He sends me down to make dinner.
I spend dinner on my knees by his side being fed from his hand. When I join him in the living-room after doing the dishes he smiles at me.
“That was a delicious dinner, whore. I see you have more uses than I thought.”
His hand runs softly across my left breasts and the touch makes me shiver. During dinner I had almost forgotten how horny I was, but that one touch aroused me more than I could ever have believed.
“Sir, may I beg for something”, I say before I even realize I am speaking.
He raises an eyebrow.
“Well, you did excel with your dinner, so I will listen.”
“Sir, your whore is so, so horny. Would you please fuck me?”
His face darkens and he slaps my face hard a few times.
“You filthy cock-hungry slut. Even the idea of begging for me to stick my member in that slimy twat of yours should be punished severely. Go fetch the crop from the wall. On hands and knees.”
Desperate I crawl to where he keeps his crop and present it to him on my knees.
“This needs to be punished immediately. But you will get the same number of strokes before you go to sleep.”
“Yes, Sir”, I answer humbly trying not to make him even angrier.
“Face on the floor, ass in the air.”
I have hardly assumed the position, when the blows start raining on my ass. Then:
“Lean backwards on your knees.”
Again he strikes out at my displayed breasts immediately. I can see them turn bright red as he keeps hitting them. It hurts most when he hits the nipples. Then he stops.
“Beg me for 15 more. To be delivered right on your cunt.”
On my pussy? That must hurt like hell. I bite my lips.
“Please, Sir, let me have 15 more on my cunt, Sir”, I whisper.
“Good, if you hadn’t begged, you would have received 30. Now get on your back, raise your legs into the air and spread them.”
The position exposes my cunt completely. He takes it slowly this time, after every stroke giving me time to savour the pain completely, to break my position, to beg for him to stop. My eyes are filled with tears, while my pussy turns into a mass of pain, but I force myself to take what I deserve and even to thank him when it is over.
“On your back, legs spread”, he orders in a softer voice.
He looks at my swollen pussy, while the tip of the crops peels back the pussylips. The soft touch causes intense pain, but also makes me shiver with lust.
“You know,” he says softly. “You still haven’t learnt that your fulfilment is of absolutely no importance. The only thing you have to think of is how to please me. When I allow you to feel pleasure, you will take it as a gift from me, never deserved, never expected. You will learn that each time you think of yourself, it will result in pain. You will learn to be a good whore.”
“Yes, Sir, I apologize, Sir.”
He shakes his head.
“Never apologize, whore. When you have displeased me you will be punished. When you tell me you have failed, beg for punishment, don’t make an apology.”
“Yes, Sir. Please punish me for my failure.”
“I will again, when we go to bed. And I will tell you something else, which will be more painful to you, than the cropping you got.”
What could be more painful than that?
“Before you started begging, the next thing I intended to do was make bend over that chair and fuck you from behind, not your ass, but your cunt.”
Tears of frustration shoot into my eyes. Why couldn’t I keep my damn mouth shut?
“Now of course you will have to learn that feeling my cock is not your right, but a boon.”
He picks up a remote from the table beside him and flicks on the TV and a DVD-player.
“Watch!” he commands without looking down at me.
When the picture comes on, it shows a gorgeous blonde nervously ringing a doorbell. The door opens and a young man appears and looks her over for a moment.
“What the fuck are you doing on your feet, when you come here? Get down on your knees, bitch!”
She immediately complies and he makes her crawl into the living-room after him, where two other men are waiting, a naked redhead kneeling submissively before them.
He is going to watch a porn movie. Somehow this is the most humiliating thing he has done to me. He can have me any time he wants, any way he wants. He has me lying on the floor with my legs spread for him, but he watches a movie instead ignoring me completely. As the movie unfolds and the two women are made to play with each other, are used by the men and dominated and degraded completely, I can only watch. Occasionally I steal a glance at my Master hoping he will look at me, but he never does. After almost half an hour I blanche, when I have another peek at him. He has opened his fly and has his cock in his hand stroking it softly. Nooooooo!
“Please, Sir, may I suck or rub your wonderful cock for you, Sir?”
“Shut up, whore,” he growls.
As the movie continues I hardly look at the TV, but my eyes are glued to his cock silently begging him to allow me to suck it. His hands move faster and suddenly a spurt of white shoots and hits my belly. More of his semen lands on my belly and my pussy. When he is done he cleans his hand with a Kleenex and throws that onto my belly as well.
“Sir?” I ask in a small voice.
“What?”
“Sir, I know you punished me already for thinking of my own cunt and I will receive the same later tonight. But whatever I do, I should never make you have to jerk off when you desire to cum. Will you please punish me severely for that?”
He looks at me for a long time, then nods and gets up.
“Clean yourself up, you may lick my sperm off your hands.”
I hasten to obey, then follow him upstairs to the bathroom. He makes me stand up straight, my legs spread and my arms over my head, then picks up a flogger. He starts beating me without a further word. This time he does not target any particular part of my body, but simply lashes out. Soon every inch of my body is burning and he still keeps hitting me. When he finally drops the flogger on the floor, tears are streaming down my face.
“Thank you Sir” I sob through my tears, then quickly bend down to pick up the flogger, kiss it and replace it on the shelf.
“Time to go to bed”, he announces.
I take a deep breath.
“Sir, I still have a cropping of my ass and my tits coming. And 15 strokes on my cunt. And a punishment for not reporting in detail.”
He nods and makes me get a crop. The next minutes are pure agony. His strokes are just as hard as the first set, but with every bit of my skin so sensitive from the flogging they hurt twice as much. When he is done, my legs almost give out, but again I remember to thank him and kiss the crop before replacing it.
Before I can even turn back to face him, I feel his hand in my hair. He forces my head down until I have to walk bent over low and marches me into the bedroom. He throws me onto the bed and look down at me. His voice is hoarse.
“What a whore you are.”
Then he falls forward onto the bed and mounts me. His cock is rock-hard and I cry out in my first climax even as it thrusts into me for the first time. He fucks me hard and fast like a piston engine and I soon lose count of my orgasm. They blend one into another and it feels like one continuous climax until I feel him deposit his load where it belongs, in me. I can only gasp, can’t even thank my Master, but he does not seem to mind. He rolls off me and it takes me some time to realize I should clean him up. When I have done so, he pulls me back up by my hair.
“What a whore you are”, repeats, but his eyes are smiling.
“I hope you enjoyed your whore”, I can only whisper before I fall asleep.
We sleep late on the Sunday morning. When he finally makes me get up, it is almost 11. I serve him during breakfast, then he has me kneel between his legs and alternately feeds me and has me lick his cock and balls. When my hunger is stilled he allows me to suck him off. Then he sends me home. The taste of his cum is still strong on my lips, but in my imagination it turns into Annie’s pussy juice. How can I manage to seduce her within a week?
My chance comes on Wednesday. I have played with myself regularly, but have denied myself orgasms for the last two days, so I would be horny and daring. Annie is something of a mouse, rather shy and self-effacing. She is a good student, but very unsure of herself. Anything involving the running of the apartment she leaves to me. In a way, I seem to be the dominant in our relationship. The thought makes me smile. Needless to say, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. She hides her body under rather shapeless clothes and is probably too nervous to even accept an invitation from a boy.
On Wednesday I come home from university an hour early. Something about a conference one of the professors had to attend. I drop my bag in my room, pick up a book and walk over to the living-room I share with Annie. When I plonk down on the couch, I notice a glossy book on the table. Idly I pick it up and my eyes go wide. An erotic novel. When I leaf through it, I’m even more surprised. Not only is the text very explicit, but there are explicit pictures as well. Not quite porn, but not far from it either. I look up, when I hear a gasp. Annie is standing in the doorway wearing a loose shirt and one of her shapeless long skirts. The shirt is not loose enough, however, to hide the fact that her nipples are pointing straight at me. She is blushing furiously.
“Did I interrupt you, Annie?”
I try to make my voice sound understanding and gentle.
“I’m sorry, but there really is no reason to look so embarrassed. I rather enjoy reading this stuff myself.”
She still only stares at me lost for words. I put the book down and get up. For a moment she looks like she wants to run and hide in her room, but then she stands her ground.
“Look, Annie. I’m sorry I barged in like this, but what is the problem? So you are reading a racy novel. Why shouldn’t you? We both like sex.”
At the word sex she starts.
“I … I….. I just went to the bathroom and …. I didn’t know you’d be back ….” Her voice trails off.
I smile and slowly walk up to her and take her hand.
“Come on. Let’s sit down. No need to stand around like two strangers.”
She allows herself to be led to the couch, but sits at the end farthest from where the book is lying on the table. I sit as close to her as I dare without spooking her.
“You know, from what I saw in those few moments, this book sounds rather good”, I say as if discussing the new novel by John Grisham. I pick it up and open it on the page she was apparently reading.
“Roger looked down at the two gorgeous women on the bed. While he mentally debated which one to fuck first, he saw Celia extending a hand softly touching Nora’s thigh. Her fingertips glided up and down the soft skin and Nora sighed with pleasure. Roger’s cock was almost painfully hard, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the two bodies on the bed.”
I read aloud not even glancing at Annie, but feeling that she is sitting stock-still next to me. I continue through a number of pages in which Roger finally decides to do Celia. Annie never says a word, but neither does she ask me to stop or simply get up and leave. Slowly she seems to relax and a quick glance shows me that her nipples are hard again. Then comes the kind of situation I have been hoping for.
“’Poor girl’, smiled Celia. ‘having to watch it all and nobody to care for you. I think I should do something about that.’ While Roger settled back to watch and felt his cock rise in anticipation, Celia’s hand slowly ran over Nora’s body and finally settled on her breasts. ‘These look good enough to eat’, Celia smiled, then proceeded to do so.”
I look over at Annie and softly say.
“So do yours. Please, will you let me suckle your breasts?”
She gasps, but before she can make an answer, my hands gently push under her loose shirt and slowly travels upwards until they find her soft globes. Annie looks at me wild-eyed.
“Noo, you can’t …. you … ohhhh, noo, please”.
She can’t continue talking, when my hands find her nipples and my fingertips softly run around and around them. She closes her eyes and I gently push up her shirt and lean over to suck one of her nipples between my lips. Her whole body convulses, when I suck softly. I take my time, wandering from one nipple to the other, circling them, licking them, sucking them. My hands softly caress her breasts. After long minutes with my lips still on her nipples, I send my hands down her body, very slowly and softly. Her stomach is trembling, but she makes no move to stop me, when I start fumbling with her zipper. When I finally manage to open it and try to push down her skirt, to my amazement she even raises her body from the couch to allow it to slip down completely. My hands follow it and encounter a thick bush, that is wet with her juices. In between the bush I easily discover her slit and find it wide open to my hand. In time with my tongue circling her nipple, my finger starts circling her clit. She moans loudly and presses her body against me. Almost immediately she starts shivering and I go more slowly, then push my fingers down and into her warm folds. She spreads her legs even wider and two fingers glide in easily. Very slowly I start fucking her with my fingers increasing my speed as I go, then slowing down when I feel she gets too excited. Suddenly I hear her whisper:
“Make me come!”
I pretend not to have heard it and keep teasing her, exciting her, but denying her orgasm. Her body bucks under my hands and suddenly her right hand flies down, grabs mine and shoves it deeper into her pussy. I am so surprised I offer no resistance and just let her do what she wants. She uses my hand like she might a dildo, fucking herself with it until half a minute later, she comes shivering and moaning. I keep sucking her breasts until she has calmed down again, then slowly raise my head and smile at her.
“Much better than touching yourself while reading a racy novel, isn’t it?” I smile.
“Yes, you did well.”
Her voice is oddly detached and cool. There is a moment of silence while I try to decide what to do next.
“I think I’ll go to my room now”, she suddenly says.
“What?” I almost cry. “I give you a wonderful orgasm and all you have to say is “I’ll go to my room?”
“Well, I don’t want another orgasm now.” She says.
For a second I’m too surprised to speak.
“You don’t want another? What about me? Maybe I want one?”
Furious at her selfishness I push up my skirt and spread my legs.
“Now get down there and get busy on my pussy. I do want an orgasm and you are going to give it to me.”
She stares at me.
“You want me to lick your pussy? I don’t do that.”
“No? Well let me tell you something. If behave like a slut sitting here in our living-room with a porn book playing with your hungry little pussy and then let me finger you until you come, you can bloody well be my slut and lick my pussy. Now get down their and start licking.”
She looks furious, but she still glides down from the couch and sits on the floor between my legs. When she sees my pussy and the little medal, her eyes go wide. She takes a long look at the medal, then leans forward and flicks it aside with the tip of her tongue. When she starts working on my clit, I am immediately certain I am not the first one she has done that to. Her mouth is experienced and sends tremors through my body at once. She sure knows how to excite a woman. But in contrast to me, she does not tease. She does whatever she can to get me hot and not having come for a couple of days my body reacts immediately. I certainly don’t look at my watch but it can’t be more than three minutes before I cry out and a huge orgasm hits me. I gasp and shiver, but as soon as I can form words again, I thank her. She gets up and sits next to me on the couch. I’m not certain if I have overdone it.
“I’m sorry, Annie. I didn’t want to be so rough, but I was very frustrated just now. I hope you liked what I did and I would like to do it again. But I also like being made to cum.”
She suddenly smiles.
“No problem, Carina. I’m sure from now on we will have a lot of secret fun here in our apartment. I quite enjoyed what you did to me. And I’m sure you will also enjoy what I’ll do to you.”
I smile back.
“I already have and I can’t wait for the next time.”
16. The slut chair – with a twist
I can hardly wait for the weekend to tell the professor about my exploits. The time at the spa passes all too slowly, but finally Barbara declares me ready to visit my Master.
When I enter his house he steps aside and waits silently while I hurry to take my clothes off, kneel and kiss his feet in greeting. Then he walks over to the living-room and sits in his favourite chair. Kneeling at his feet I wait for my orders.
“Well? Have you been a good whore this week?”, he asks smiling.
“Yes, Sir”, I answer proudly. “I only came once, so you have a very horny whore. And that one time was with Annie, my roommate. Of course I made her cum first.”
He smiles strangely and tells me to report in full. While I tell him the whole story, he listens attentively, but my hopes of giving him an erection and maybe make him hot enough to fuck me are disappointed.
“Nicely done,” he comments, when I am done, and pats my head. “I guess you have earned yourself some time in the chair. Including an orgasm this time. But I don’t want you to soil the bathroom again. So go and take a leak.”
He points towards the French doors and I walk out into the garden and squat in the sand pit. If his intention was to deflate me, he has succeeded nicely. However well I have fulfilled my task, I am still nothing more than a pet bitch. When I return he indicates I should follow him upstairs. In the room next to his bedroom the slut chair is ready for me. While he straps me in he asks.
“So how long do you want to stay in the chair until you have your orgasm, whore?”
That is the big question I have been wrestling with all week. Being aroused and then denied again and again is pure torture and something inside me wants to limit that time. But I also know the orgasm at the end must be more earth shattering the longer I am denied.
“As long as you made me stay last week, Sir.” I finally compromise.
“Very well, whore. Have fun.”
With that he slips the last strap into place, then fits a blindfold over my eyes and puts a pair heavy, padded earphones over my head. There is no music, but I can’t even hear his footsteps when he leaves – if he leaves.
When the stimulation starts I forget everything around me. Being cut off from all sense perception forces me to concentrate on the only sensations I have even more. Soon I am all cunt, all ass, all clit. The first jet of cold water hits me almost immediately, I am so aroused. But soon the stimulation starts again. I lose all sense of time, of everything. I curse myself every time I am denied, beg for more when the buzzing inside me starts again. I realize I must be talking aloud, but can hear the sound of my voice only very distorted through my bones.
I have no way of knowing if he is there listening and I don’t care. He knows my secret desires only too well and after a few minutes I am past caring anyway.
“Oh yesss, fuck this slut - my cunt is so hot – what a slut I am – what a whore – your whore – yesssss, yes - fuucccckkkkk – do whatever you want – make me crawl – whore me out – piss on me – oh fuck yes – make me cum – fuck my slimy cunt – fuck my hot asshole – fuck my mouth – I’m just a cunt, just a piece of fuckmeat that needs to be used – fill me with your sperm – all my holes ---“
I go on and on.
And every time I think my orgasm is coming, I am denied again.
“Please make me cum, please – I’ll do anything – I’ll service your friends – I’ll be a whore – I’ll be your cumdump – whatever you want – please – please – make me …..”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
It starts in my clit, then my cunt, then my ass, then my thighs, then my stomach , then .. then ..
My entire body orgasms, I throw myself about in the restrains, scream, shout, drool, squirt, CUM.
When I can from clear thoughts again, the teasing has stopped and I am lying in the chair helpless, completely spent. Then I feel his hands removing the headphones.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I hear his voice.
“Oh yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. It was a wonderful reward, Sir.” I gasp.
He slowly removes the straps.
“What are you?”
“I am your whore, Sir. Your property.”
“Indeed you are, whore. And do you enjoy being my whore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I realize I did not even hesitate to admit it.
“And what is your main task as my whore?”
Another strap comes off.
“Serving you and pleasing you, Sir. And obeying you.”
“Indeed. Do you like your roommate like this?”
What is he ..
“Yes. I always thought she was a cheap slut.”
My body goes numb. That was … . He removes the blindfold and my blinking eyes stare straight at Annie sitting in a comfortable chair that wasn’t there before. They must have been there all along. Watching me. Listening to me. My face burns with humiliation. How can I go on sharing a flat with Annie now that she has seen me like this?
Annie smiles at me condescendingly. I just stare until my Master’s command interrupts.
“Up, whore. Greet my guest.”
On shaky legs I climb out of the chair.
“Hello, Annie”, I whisper, then cry out, when the crop lays a red line across my ass.
“Whore, mind your manners. My whore greets my guests with the same respect she greets me.”
My body goes hot and cold at the same time. Not even daring to look at Annie’s ironic smile I get down on my knees and kiss her feet. My Master lets me do it for much longer than I was allowed to kiss his feet, then commands.
“Clean up, then make lunch for 2.”
While the two leave I start my work. The lower part of the chair and the floor under it is slimy with my cunt juice and the entire chair is sticky with my sweat. I hurry to clean it all up, then start cooking. When the table is set, I knock on the living-room door.
“Lunch is ready, Master.”
“Very well, you may serve.”
All through lunch he keeps me standing by and hopping to fill a plate or fill up a glass. The two talk about things at university and make general small-talk. When he gets up and orders me to wash up and then join them in the living-room.
“And you may eat the scraps while you are tidying up.”
When I do join them, he makes me serve another round of drinks, then waves me to a position on the floor facing them both.
“Your roommate is a very clever young woman, whore. She saw your cunt tag and drew the right conclusions. What she did not know was that you acted with me permission. So she came to me to inform me of your little lesbian game. But we had a good long chat and I have come to a conclusion.”
He suddenly smiles.
“I have told you before that you are the most natural submissive slut I have ever had. And I don’t think it is enough for you to be dominated for 24 hours every week. Since I don’t have the time, I have decided to lend you to your roommate. You will continue your studies and from now on you will report your results to me and be punished for bad marks. But in your free time you will be at Annie’s disposal. Within your apartment you will obey her without question. She is also empowered to punish you for minor misdemeanours up to 20 strokes with her hand. Any more serious punishments will be referred to me. And of course Annie will decide about any orgasms you have during the first part of the week In the latter part you will not have any, but of course you will still provide Annie with any service she desires. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I do not even think about objecting. Obedience has become so natural and so right. I am nervous and feel humiliated about having to serve my roommate, but if my Master so orders, I will obey.
“And for the first week, my slut, you will be on denial all week and will be spanked twice a day for making me lick you whorecunt”, Annie adds suddenly no longer shy.
“Yes, Mistress Annie.”
17. Serving Master and Mistress
“You may start making amends”, Annie says conversationally.
I look at her in confusion.
“Do what you do best, slut.”
She points to the floor in front of her. Slowly I crawl closer. When I start raising her long skirt, she pushed it back down again.
“Do you think I want to be exposed in front of the professor? I am not a shameless whore like you are. Crawl under it.”
Red with shame I obey. I have to bend down nearly to the floor, then crawl up between her thighs. From the moment my head disappears under her skirt I smell her arousal. She is not wearing any panties and her pussy is wet and tasty. I bury my face in it and get to work on her lips and clit.
“Does she need a lot of training licking pussy?” I hear the professor’s voice.
“She is not bad, but you can rest assured she will have lots of opportunity to practice. I mean this week she is on denial, but from next week I’ll limit her orgasms. Say one for her for every three she gives me. Only if her service is perfect, of course.”
“Very nice. She is a real bitch in constant heat, you know. And the promise of an orgasm will make her do anything.”
“Yes, I know the type,” Annie chuckled. “I know how to deal with her.”
They keep talking about me as if I wasn’t there, until Annie’s words grew ragged and she came with a drawn out sigh. I continued licking, more slowly this time, to clean up all the juices. Finally she commands me to leave her.
By Wednesday I am extremely horny. The experience in the chair has given me a shattering orgasm, but it has also teased me so much, that one orgasm is not nearly enough. In the past few days I have spent at last a couple of hours between Annie's thighs and the smell and taste of her pussy seems to be constantly with me. I find it hard to concentrate on my work.
"Well, are you done with that essay yet?"
Annie has taken to entering my room without knocking.
"I'm nearly done," I answer quickly, then belatedly add: "Mistress Annie."
"Hurry up, you will be punished for your tardiness."
"Yes, Mistress Annie."
Desperately I try to concentrate on the task, but the thought of the impending punishment makes it even harder. Finally I print out the pages and hurry over to the living-room.
"Where is your essay? Show me."
I fetch it and hand it to her. She leaves me standing in front of her, while she reads it all the way through, very carefully. Then she looks up.
"You have 3 spelling mistakes in there. That will be added to your punishment."
She pats her knees. Blushing despite everything that has happened between us I lay down across her lap. She pushes up the short skirt I am wearing and exposes my ass. But instead of spanking me her hand glides between my thighs. Involuntarily I open them and give her easier access to my pussy. Her hand dips in quickly and makes me gasp.
"As I thought. Wet and horny like a true slut," she remarks, while giving my clit another quick rub, then she withdraws her hand and wipes it dry on my skin.
"You will receive your 20 strokes for this afternoon and then another 20 for me tardy and negligent with your essay," she announces.
I gasp. The 40 strokes I have received the previous days have left my ass quite sore and it still feels hot from the 20 I got after breakfast. She starts slapping my ass, then remarks.
"You know, these don't count, do you."
I bite my lips, then quickly say:
"Please, Mistress Annie, punish your slutty house slave."
"Very well, count!"
The first 20 are bad enough, but after that my ass really hurts and tears shoot into my eyes. I try to keep counting through the sobs. I fail a few times and could curse myself for every additional stroke I get for miscounting. Finally the ordeal is over. Annie's hand running across my ass lightly feels like fire though, but when she dips back between my thighs, even the slightest touch almost make me cum.
"Yes, just as I thought. You little slut really get off on being a slave, being used and humiliated and spanked. It's a pity the professor will probably use you over the weekend. Maybe I should phone him and ask him not to fuck your cunt or let you cum any other way. It would be interesting to see what you would be willing to do next week after more than a week on denial, wouldn't it? Now get down, where you belong. Very slowly this time."
I spend the rest of the evening licking and sucking Annie's pussy.
When I lie strapped to the chair being groomed under Barbara's experienced hands being groomed for my master like I had been all the previous Saturdays, my body shivers with every touch. Noticing Barbara smiles and remarks the professor would find me very eager this weekend. I can only nod and dream of his big strong cock entering my cunt and fucking me the way I had been dreaming about for days. At this point the door opens and my heart almost stands still. He is coming in. He looks a bit flustered and asks Barbara to leave us alone for a few minutes.
"Well, whore," he smiles, when Barbara has left. " It seems like you won't be able to serve me much today. I have been called away for the weekend, but did not want to leave without enjoying your skills at least once."
Before I can even answer he has pulled down his zipper and his cock springs out fully erect. He steps close and stuffs it into my mouth.
"Suck, whore!" he commands.
I try to give him a good blowjob, but he only waits for maybe a minute, then grabs hold of my hair and starts fucking my throat. I try not to gag, while his cock enters me deeply. A minute later I taste his cum and swallow trying not to waste any of the precious liquid. He withdraws and wipes his cock on my freshly washed hair.
"I'll tell Barbara to have you taken home. Phone Annie immediately and tell he you are at her disposal until next Saturday. Be a good whore for her. And to make up for the time lost this weekend, you will come here straight from your last class next Friday and stay with me until Sunday evening."
With those words he turns and leaves. It is only when I am in the car hearing Annie's chuckle on the phone that I realize I will not cum any time soon.
"You know, I could really get used to this permanently," Annie remarks casually. "Oh and do go a little more slowly. After the two climaxes I already had just now, I want to take a bit more time with this one."
A bit more time indeed. My knees are already numb after having spent at least an hour in this position between Annie's legs, all the time teasing and licking her pussy. My face is positively caked with her juices and my tongue is aching. And she tells me she wants to take more time. But of course I do not complain. For one my ass is hurting enough already from the forty I already got (and there are 20 more to come in the evening). But more importantly I am horny as hell not having come for a week and I hope good service will persuade Annie to allow me an orgasm again. So I keep licking her clit.
When her body finally shudders in her third climax of the evening and she pushes my head away roughly, a quick look at the clock shows me I have been between her thighs for over two hours. She throws a tissue in my face.
"Wipe that disgusting slime from your thighs. It seems all you think about is your cunt, you always seem to be creaming." My flatmate admonishes me.
"Yes, Miss Annie."
She looks down at me smiling.
"How the mighty have fallen, eh? Since we share this flat you have always tried to call the shots. And little Annie just had to follow your lead. Well, it seems things have really changed now. How I hated you bringing all those men in hear and then having to listen to you fuck like a minx through the thin walls. I don't think any one of the students will want to fuck your cunt now with the badge of ownership dangling from it, do you? And certainly not in my apartment. So if you are hungry for cock, you'll have to offer quick blowjobs in an alley. Much more fitting for one like you anyway."
"Yes, Miss Annie. Thank you for taking care of me."
What else can I say, but I realize that at least part of me means it. Annie is grinning now.
"You bet I will take care of you, you little whore. Don't you think I know why you are so pliant? Can't wait to get your fingers on that filthy twat of yours, can you? But I will take care of that, too. Now it's time for bed."
She gets up and waves for me to follow. I know better than to get up. The first two times I tried she just backhanded me across the face, so I crawl behind her to the bathroom. She ignores me, while she leisurely brushes her teeth. My knees hurt kneeling on the hard tiles. When she is done she picks up my toothbrush and drops in on the floor. Without hesitation I pick it up and start cleaning my own teeth. Without toothpaste and water the brush is hard, but it gets the taste of pussy out of my mouth. In the meantime Annie uses her mouthwash and when she is done, holds her hand out for my brush and motions for me to open my mouth. She leans down as if to inspect my oral hygiene, then suddenly spits the mouthwash into my mouth.
"We want you clean, don't we?" She grins, then watches while I rinse my mouth with the mouthwash mixed with her spit. She makes me spit it into the toilet.
"Oh, that reminds me."
She grabs my head and pulls it backwards.
"Jack said you make quite a decent urinal. Let's see."
Her pee hits the back of my throat and I desperately try to swallow it all knowing what will happen, if I spill any on the tiles. It is much harder than sucking it from the professor's cock, as I have to keep my mouth open while swallowing. Somehow I manage, though. Automatically I lean forward to lick the last drops from her pussy.
"Nice," she beams. "Just think how much we will save in toilet paper."
"Yes, Miss Annie. May I use the toilet, too?"
"Certainly not," she sounds angry. "Do you think I want you to dribble your cuntslime on my toilet? Come, I know something better."
In the living-room she takes a glass vase from the shelf and holds it out.
"That is what you will use from now on. Of course you will ask my permission first. And just so you don't bother me too often, you will be punished if you don't fill it within an inch of the rim. Since it is too high, you will piss standing up."
She watches me and has a good laugh.
"You can't imagine how ridiculous you look standing there with your legs spread and bent over holding the vase under your pisscunt. When you are done, stick your togue down the opening. If you can't reach the piss with the tip of your tongue you did not need to piss urgently enough."
The vase smells strongly and it is quite revolting trying to stick my tongue in my own pee, but luckily I just manage. She nods and tells me to pour it into the toilet, then to come to her room. When I crawl in she is sitting on the bed and motions me to lay across her lap for my final twenty for the day. Before she delivers them, she puts on a leather glove.
"You know, my hand is starting to hurts from all the spankings you deserve," she informs me, then spanks me again, harder than before now that her hand is protected.
"Thank you, Miss Annie," I manage to gasp when she is done. My ass is burning like hell.
"Hand behind your back."
When I obey I feel my wrists being shackled together.
"Just to make sure you don't play with yourself overnight. You are welcome to stick your fingers in your ass, as you like doing."
I blush, it seems the Professor has informed her of all the intimate details I have told him.
"And to make sure you don't get up in the middle of the night and rub yourself off on a chair of something, you will sleep here."
She pushes me off her laps and swings her legs up into her bed. Pointing to the foot of the bed she makes me crawl in, then switches off the light. I feel her turning onto her stomach,while I try to find a comfortable position curled up at her feet.
"Oh and I'd like to try this ass thing myself, so come closer and get busy with your tongue."
Laboriously I get on my knees with my hands behind my back. When I try to lower myself forward carefully I lose my balance and my face lands right in Annie's crack.
"Stupid cow! You'll get 20 more for that in the morning. But your face feels quite nice there. Now start licking."
My tongue finds her pucker and she moans contentedly. Eventually I fall asleep still licking Annie's ass.
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