Archive name: Double Smother.HTM (M/FF, Farting, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: Smotherfan (Smotherfan [email protected])

Story title: Double Smother

Part of the Reluctant Slave Series

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Jordan no longer noticed that I was there; suddenly my role was to ensure that everything would be perfect for the visit of her lover. I was ordered here and there, given one task after another whilst Jordan tried to decide what to wear.

In the end she decided to keep the wrap and chose some of my choosiest and expensive undies to wear beneath.

“Did he buy you these?” She asked me.

“Yes Mistress.”

“He had good taste … why did he leave you? Did he have another woman?”

“He said not. He said that he didn’t want to get involved, have children, that sort of thing.” I added lamely.

“Lucky for me that he did.” She saw the look of puzzlement on my face. “If he’d have stayed around, I wouldn’t be here now. So I suppose you can blame him for your slavery.”

It was a ridiculous idea but I said nothing. I was still naked and starting to worry about Jasmine’s arrival.

“Mistress, can I get dressed.” I wasn’t cold I was just beginning to feel exposed.

Jordan thought for a moment. “You can wear panties, but nothing more.” She eventually agreed.

It wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for but it was all that Jordan would allow me.

The phone rang and on Jordan’s order I answered. It was the doorman. “There’s a Jasmine Carter here, are you expecting her?”

“Yes, send her straight up.” I put the receiver back on its cradle. “Mistress, Jasmine has arrived and Mistress what should I call her?”

“Good question, I suppose you could call her Mistress, but that will be confusing. You can call her My Lady, yeah, I like that. Try it.”

“My Lady.” I said dumbly. I repeated it a few times. “My Lady, My Lady, My Lady, My Lady…”

“That’s enough.” Jordan ordered.

There was a sharp rap on the door and for a moment Jordan looked panicked. “Answer it!” She snapped.

“Like this Mistress?”

“Like this Mistress?” She mimicked savagely. “Yes you fuckin idiot, now answer the door before she leaves.”

I fled from her anger, reaching the door I took a deep breath, checked through the spy hole that it was Jasmine and opened the door.

She started to giggle and then laugh uncontrollably. I started to blush, realising what a total fool I must have looked, answering the door in just a pair of flimsy and pretty much see through knickers. They didn’t hide anything, just made the viewing difficult, just how Paul had liked my underwear to be.

I stepped back just as Jordan appeared looking anxious. “What’s wrong?”

“Jesus Jordan, what have you done to her?” Jasmine was almost crying with the laughter.

“Come in, come in.” Jordan took Jasmine wrist and drew her into the apartment, leaving me to close the door, shutting out the world and leaving me in the company of two crazy teenagers.

I went back into the lounge where the two girls broke off their embrace as I entered.

“When I am alone with Jasmine you will knock on the door and wait until called.” Jordan snapped.

“Yes Mistress.” I recoiled from her anger. “Should I leave you alone?”

“No!” Jasmine said. “I can’t believe what you’ve made her do.” She said to Jordan in an admiring tone.

Jordan smiled, basking in her friend’s admiration. “It just takes determination and a great deal of face sitting.”

“How did you do it, what happened after I left?”

“Get us both a glass of wine.” Jordan ordered me as she began to relate my humiliating capitulation. I was made to kneel before them as Jordan took Jasmine step by step through the events that had lead to this moment. “Ask her a question” Jordan suggested as she finished. They had almost finished the bottle of wine as well.

“Like what?”

“Anything.”

“Will you eat my pussy if I tell you to?” Jasmine asked me.

“Yes My Lady.” I said without hesitation.

“What did you call me?”

“My Lady, it was what my Mistress instructed me to call you.”

Jasmine started to laugh again. “I don’t believe this.” She looked at me. “Would you really eat my pussy?”

“Yes My Lady.”

Jasmine looked at Jordan. “She mean’s it?”

“Try her, here or in the bedroom.”

“Will you be there?”

“If that’s what you want.”

There had been an undercurrent between them since Jasmine had arrived, the sexual tension between was obvious and I suspected that if I hadn’t have been there, they would already have been making love.

Jasmine was torn, undecided; perhaps that was why she hadn’t stayed longer in my office. I started to entertain the lingering hope that she was more interested in screwing Jordan than she was in humiliating me.

“Watch this!” Jordan said. “Slave, lie down.”

I did so and Jordan came to stand over me, crouching down she settled herself across my face, the long drape of my wrap concealed me until Jordan shuck it off. She was hot, I could smell how hot, but I knew that was for Jasmine and not me.

“Nice panties.” Jasmine remarked.

“I have a new drawer full, thanks to slaves ex boyfriend; now you have to try this … it makes you so horny.”

“I am horny, but for you.” Jasmine whispered.

Jordan left me on the floor and took Jasmine by the hand; they headed for my bedroom without a backward glance in my direction. The door closed and I was left to my own devices. It was obvious that they weren’t about to return and I decided that in the absence of any instructions I’d do my own thing.

First I found an old pair of trainer bottoms in the second bedroom. It had been where I’d stored all my old clothes, now I found an equally tatty top, but at least I felt dressed.

I broke open another bottle of wine. Paul had been obsessed with wine and so even almost six months after his departure I still a dozen or more bottles left.

I poured myself a glass, switched the TV on low, channel cruised until I found something of interest. I curled up in my favourite chair, tried to forget what was probably happening in my bed or what was easily the worse day of my life. It would feel different in the morning. I just knew that it would.

“Wake up, WAKE UP!” Jordan screamed into my face. “Get the fuck up!” I was slapped before I’d properly opened my eyes and I fell off the chair and onto the floor.

“I’m sorry.” I stammered. I felt awful, I was cramped, my mouth was dry and my head was ringing from the slaps. Jordan hadn’t contented herself with just hitting me once; the blows were almost raining down. In the end I just cowered there, my hands raised in defence. “Please!” I cried. “Please Mistress, please stop, I beg you.”

The assault stopped but only because Jasmine intervened. “JORDAN, JORDAN ... stop hitting her.” From between my hands I saw Jasmine pulling Jordan away. “YOU, get out of her sight. NOW!”

I fled on my hands and knees into the dark sanctuary of the second bedroom, leaving the light off I hid in the corner. I was shaking, a little from being awoken so suddenly but mostly from the ferocity of Jordan’s attack on me. I was totally bemused as to why she’d acted as she had.

I was still cowering when the door opened and light flooded in. instinctively I pressed myself back into the corner.

“Where are you?” It was Jasmine. “Come out, she won’t hurt you, come here, now.”

“You promise?” I whimpered.

“I’ll protect you, so long as you apologise.”

“For what?”

“If you don’t know then I can’t help you. Jordan brought me here to show you off and you let her down. If you’re so stupid that you can’t understand that, then I really can’t help you.”

I didn’t, I truly didn’t understand what I’d done, but if an apology would settle things between us, then I’d make one.

“Can I have a minute My Lady?” I asked.

“Just the one.”

As the door closed I got to my feet. I was still shaking but Jasmine had offered me a way out. The first thing that I did was take off the clothes that I’d found in the spare room. I hadn’t asked her permission and perhaps that was what had angered her so much.

I steeled myself and stepped out into the lounge. Immediately Jasmine gestured and I dropped to my knees. I deliberately crawled towards Jordan, who was standing in the window and looking very angry.

I crawled on until I was at her feet. I looked up, Jordan was angry, very angry and I just knew that I was the cause and the target of that anger. I wrapped my hands about on of her ankles. “Please forgive Mistress. I beg you to forgive me.”

“Why should I?” Jordan said as savagely as she’d struck me.

“I need you to.” I gasped. “Please Mistress, please forgive me. I’ll do anything that you ask.”

“You’ll do anything that I ask?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Jordan glanced towards Jasmine. “Do you think that she means that, anything?”

“No, not anything, she means sexual or stuff around you dominating her, but not anything.”

“Is she right slave, is that all you are offering?”

Before I could answer I felt a weight on the bottom of my spine. I glanced backwards to find Jasmine was sitting on me.

“Slave, I was talking to you.” Jordan snapped and my attention returned to her.

“Is Jasmine right, is that all you are offering?”

I felt a hand, Jasmine’s hand begins to stroke my buttocks, it made concentrating difficult, and was that the idea? I dragged my brain back to Jordan; I couldn’t afford to offend her again.

“Yes Mistress, My Lady is correct.” I was looking up at Jordan whilst Jasmine’s hand slid down the back of my panties.

Jordan said nothing and even looked out through the large picture window. The Heights is just that, set on a hill overlooking the town. It’s not overlooked and the view is unrivalled. Right now it was still dark and snowing again.

“How can you afford somewhere like this?”

Jasmine’s finger was between my buttocks, its long nail almost scratching at my skin.

“I can’t afford it, it’s in a trust that my family set up.” I gasped as Jasmine’s fingers travelled further and touched the outer folds of my cunt.

For the first time Jordan’s gaze left me to focus on Jasmine. “Are you fingering her?” She laughed.

“A girl has got to do something with her fingers, besides I think the BITCH will become more co-operative the deeper my fingers go.” Jasmine chuckled.

“So you don’t own this place?” Jordan asked and by way of encouragement Jasmine’s fingers began to slide in and out of my pussy.

“She is sopping!” Jasmine exclaimed.

“I told you that she loved this humiliation stuff.” Jordan replied with a barking laugh. “Well slave, I asked you a question.”

“Mistress, I forget what it was …” The stinging slat echoed about the room and I saw stars again.

“Don’t mark her.” Jasmine warned.

“I SAID THAT YOU DON’T OWN THIS PLACE?” Jordan roared.

“No.” I snivelled.

“Explain!” Jordan demanded and Jasmine’s fingers continued to beat their tattoo of encouragement.

“My grandmother owns the building, this apartment was set aside for anyone in the family who needed a place to stay …” Jasmine’s fingers made me stop as the first wave of my orgasm started to build.

“She’s starting to cum.” Jordan observed. “Keep her on the edge until I tell you.” Jordan said to Jasmine, and then she knelt besides me. “See slave, I can even decide when or if you cum.” She grabbed my hair and pulled until my face was in her’s. “Now, you were saying about the apartment.” She said nastily.

There were tears in my eyes as once more Jordan showed the vicious side of her nature.

“Please Mistress; you don’t … have to hurt me.” I started. “I’ll tell you everything … I got the apartment because I was with Paul and every one in the family thought it was the real thing … so I was allowed to live here until we could save enough to buy our own place … ooooh!” The last word was dragged out of me when Jasmine touched my clit.

“So, now you’re single again, does this mean you have to move out?”

“Yes!” I yelped; Jasmine kept touching my button but never for long enough to let me cum.

“When?”

“The summer, at the end of term, my lease runs out then.” I was sure that my pussy must have been dribbling onto the carpet.

Jordan let my hair go and getting to her feet she walked away, leaving Jasmine’s finger resting against my clit.

“Should I finish her off?” Jasmine asked.

“No, bring her into the bedroom; she can lick my arse for a while.”

Jasmine’s fingers withdrew and I couldn’t help but groan in frustration, which seemed to amuse them both. Jasmine slapped my arse. “Gee up.” She slapped me again and I got the message, still on my hands and knee’s I crawled into the bedroom with Jasmine riding me.

The first thing that Jordan did was to tie my wrists to the bedposts, and then Jasmine suggested that my ankles should also be tied.

“We should have her legs wide open.” She laughed. “Let her feel really exposed.”

A minute later Jordan presented her bare arse in my face and my tongue started to drill towards her anus.

It was then that Jasmine climbed onto me, sitting across my hips and I felt her nakedness for the first time. She moved closed to Jordan and I realised that they were touching and kissing each other, using me as the platform for their play.

I could feel Jasmine’s fingers working against Jordan’s cunt, the steady dribble of Jordan’s fluids onto my chin and neck. I could only guess that Jordan was doing to same to Jasmine as I could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter, smearing it across my body.

The girls couldn’t stay still; I struggled to keep to my appointed task as their mutual climaxes approached. It was Jordan who came first, she moved back over my face as her moment arrived, shooting once more into my open mouth.

Then it was Jasmine’s turn and I felt her climax smearing itself across my chest, covering my tits in her goo.

They folded into each others arms and I got a slap from Jordan for stopping the arse licking.

“I have never felt so hot!” Jasmine laughed.

“No, me neither, I reckon it’s having her as a slave, it adds something to the fucking.” Jordan laughed and gave me a quick smother, driving my tongue actually inside her arse.

Jasmine squealed. “Just look how much I came, she’s covered in it.” She brushed my nipples and I jumped. Jasmine laughed again. “She is so turned on, look, watch this.” I felt her start to stroke my breasts and my nipples surged to become erect. Jasmine laughed again. “This is fantastic!”

“Touch her clit.” Jordan suggested, moving just long enough for me to breath before settling down again.

“No way, one more touch and she’ll cum big time. I reckon we should keep her on the edge, make her really crawl to us and beg for it.”

Jordan laughed again. “You know something Jaz; you are really getting into this.”

“What’s it like, her licking you instead of me, is it different?”

“The results the same.” Jordan said and I could feel her grinning. She wriggled again, making sure that I was firmly in place beneath her.

“Yeah, but what’s it like?” Jasmine’s curiosity had been pricked.

“Horny and … dirty and … selfish, like when I’m with you, it’s a … mutual thing. We make each other cum, with her … it’s my pleasure that counts … she can make me cum buckets and all I have to do sit there.” She stopped and I felt another slap, this one wasn’t hard. “Gentle BITCH, I’m sore.”

“Is she doing you now?” Jasmine asked.

“As long as I’m on her face then her tongue’s working in me.” Jordan wriggled again. ”You really have to try this … there is no way that I describe how good it feels. We can swap places.”

“Maybe … I’m still not sure that I want to.” She toyed with my nipples and I groaned, only for the sound to seemingly soak into Jordan’s cunt. I did twist and squirm under Jasmine caresses.

“Just try it.” Jordan persisted. “Honestly once you have, then you’ll want more and more.”

“She’s your slave, you broke her, and I didn’t.”

“She’s our slave and will be for as long as we want her to be.” Jordan insisted.

They just carried on like that. Occasionally Jasmine would touch me and just as infrequently Jordan would allow me to breathe. They still talked over me, about me, but never to me. It was as if I’d been relegated to the status of furniture, a piece of furniture with a tongue.

Jordan droned on and on, trying again and again to persuade her reluctant friend to use me.

“I’m gonna fart!” Jasmine said into what had become a growing silence.

Immediately Jordan was moving, she moved so quickly that my tongue was still moving about her now missing cunt.

“On her, park your arse in her face first, go on Jaz, show her what a useless BITCH she is … remember how she treated us at school, take her and she’ll never say a wrong word to you again.” She pointed towards me. “Go on, fart in her face, and make her sniff it. Come on Jaz, fuckin well use her.” Jordan turned towards me. “Go on slave; tell her how much you want to smell her farts.”

It was about the last thing that I wanted to tell her, but I had my orders. “Please My Lady, I would love to smell your fart.” I found the resolve to say and not for the first time wondered why I was doing all of this stuff.

Jasmine looked at me. She was as naked as Jordan and I saw her for the first time. She’d always been covered but now I could how perfect her small breasts were, how small her waist was. Just like Jordan, Jasmine was gorgeous and just as with Jordan I wanted her arse in my face.

A smile spread slowly across her face. There was something vaguely oriental about her features, her face was narrow and the eyes seemed to extend along her cheek bones, her mouth was thin and her hair was long and jet black.

Jordan helped to guide her into position, settling her across my mouth so that my nose was jammed against her arse crack. I could already smell her, the mixture of her cum, her arse and her body’s natural smell.

“Pull your cheeks apart so that she can see you arse when it farts.” Jordan suggested as she replaced Jasmine on my stomach. I wondered if I should attempt to lick her. “I find a quick slap makes her obey … is she using her tongue yet.”

“No!”

“Slap her then.” Jordan urged.

I started to open my mouth just as Jasmine’s palm slammed against my cheek. It hurt but I still touched Jasmine’s cunt for the first time. She shuddered, I thought from the touch and then I heard the fart and then I smelt the fart. I saw her anus flutter as the gas was expelled.

Jordan cheered, rubbing herself across me. “Fantastic, fan … fuckin … tastic!”

I received another stinging slap for not moving fast enough to sniff her fart and then another because I hadn’t started to lick her. A decision had been made, Jasmine liked having a slave.

She spread herself over me and allowed my tongue inside her, there I began to lick and slurp as I did with Jordan.

“Fuckin hell!” She cried. “I should have tried this hour ago, coming on BITCH, make me cum!”

Jordan cheered again. “I told you, I told you didn’t I?”

“I had no idea.” Jasmine groaned, she moved forwards just enough for me to breathe whilst I pleasured her. “I am going to cum so hard.”

And cum hard she did, moments later her cunt shifted back over my mouth and then I was swallowing her jism just as I took Jordan’s.

After that and just as suddenly as they’d started, they decided that they no longer wanted me in their bed. I was untied and after a brief visit to the bathroom, this time with Jasmine watching me, I was taken to the spare room and once more tied to the bed.

As an after thought Jasmine threw the quilt over my almost naked body and then I was left in the dark.

I tried to find a position in which I could manage to sleep, it wasn’t easy but I managed, eventually but not before I’d had the wide awake nightmare of Jordan coming back for me.

“Wake up slave.” Jordan’s smirking voice penetrated my senses once again.

I jumped like the scared chicken and would have shielded myself from the expected blows but with my wrists tied I had no such chance.

“Lie still.” Jordan ordered, straddling me and pushing her arse into my face. She farted and chuckled to herself as I sniffed at the stink. “Always fart first thing in the morning.” She chuckled again, lingering just long enough for the fart to dissipate.

A minute later Jasmine appeared and repeated the act.

I was left for a few more minutes before Jordan arrived and untied me. I noticed that she was wearing one of my better jumpers and a pair of my jeans. I imagined that underneath she was also wearing my undies.

I spent a few minutes trying to ignore them, I asked and was given permission to have a shower. After that I needed a shit and had to suffer the indignity of having the door to the bathroom left wide open. Thankfully neither of them had the fetish of watching somebody defecate, but the prospect of being watched was humiliation enough.

I was allowed to wear the same clothes that Jordan had taken such exception to me wearing.

Jasmine appeared wearing another of my outfits. She looked sensational but that didn’t help. They were wearing my clothes, had slept in my bed and now I watched as Jordan emptied my wallet.

“Come on slave, you should thank me because we are eating out, at your expense of course.”

It was only then that I realised they intended for me to accompany them. I panicked. Just how would that look, a high school teacher and two of her pupils? It was only then that I realise how it would look if anyone found out that two minors had spent the night with one of their teachers.

No one would ever believe that they’d made me do what I had done. I would never convince any court in the land that I’d been abused, defeated and finally so utterly humiliated. It started making me wonder where this was going to lead, for example what would happen on Monday when we all returned to school.

“I’ll drive.” Jordan said as we reached my car. “You can sit in the back.” She ordered me.

We ate at the restaurant attached to the local theatre. It was thankfully pretty empty and the few people who were there were strangers to me. Of course they could have been Jasmine and Jasmine relatives for all I knew. My worse nightmare was either meeting a fellow teacher or another of their class mates.

In the event we ate in apparent anonymity and neither of them made no effort to force me to humiliate myself.

Afterwards we wandered about town, still we didn’t see anybody and I was praying that we wouldn’t. They didn’t buy anything and seemed happy just to walk together arm in arm and I allowed myself to drop back a few steps.

If they noticed then they didn’t say anything, but then they could always punish me later. Still, for a little while I could create the illusion of freedom.

This state of freedom existed for quite a while before Jasmine dropped back.

“Slave, do you see that shop, well it sells all sorts of things, whips, cuffs, kinky stuff. You are going to buy yourself a pair of handcuffs. When you have, we’ll be in the Stateside, you can find us there.”

I just stared at her and then mumbled. “Handcuffs?”

“Every slave needs a pair, and now your about to get yours. Now don’t spoil the day by being stupid or difficult, just do as you are told.” There was a menace in her voice and her olive black eyes started to blaze.

“Yes My Lady.” I whispered.

“Better, and remember we’ll be in the Stateside.”

The shop was better than I’d expected. I’d imagined a seedy, rundown place; instead it was well light and laid out. Still it was a place I’d never have thought to enter.

I wandered about; there was everything that I would have expected, underwear, vibrators, video’s, magazines and finally I found the handcuffs with the belts and chains.

The woman who served me was chewing gum and I barely registered with her. I paid the price and fled with the handcuffs in my jacket pocket.

I was congratulating myself of at the very least escaping without any potential embarrassment when as I entered the Stateside I saw them with an older woman. I stopped dead only for Jasmine to look over, see me and signal me over.

I was hyperventilating by the time I reached them. They all had drinks and there was one for me.

“Mum, this is Ms. Collins.” Jasmine said, introducing me and beckoning for me to sit down next to her.

“Ms. Collins isn’t it, nice to meet you.” Jasmine’s mother said. “Jaz has been telling me about the theatre visit this evening. I must say that’s its very good of you to give up your weekend just to take these girls to the theatre.”

Jasmine’s mother looked like her, she was probably only in her mid thirties and actually looked more like Jasmine’s elder sister and looked good, slighter than Jasmine with her oriental heritage more obvious, and still the big question was what theatre visit?

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Well I think it is and they say that you’re allowing them to crash at your apartment?”

The two girls were smiling as they stared into my face. They were enjoying this whilst at the same time engineering the excuse for another night away from home.

“It’ll be late when it finishes. I thought that staying at my apartment was safer than them roaming the streets trying to get home.” I was doing mental gymnastics whilst Jordan and Jasmine sat there in growing amusement. “I suppose I should have said something to yourself and Jordan’s mother, just to check. I’m sorry I didn’t, if it’s any problem, just say and I’ll call of the visit.”

I had seen it, an outside chance of getting rid of them and took the chance. I received a kick under the table and Jordan’s face clouded over in fury. If this failed I was in deep shit.

“Don’t be silly, they are women now, in a few months they are off the college and will have to fend for themselves. To be honest, knowing they are with one of their teachers is preferable to not knowing what they are doing.” Jasmine mother drained her glass. “Although I must say that arranging to met them in a pub is a bit silly, well I would say it if I hadn’t been taking Jasmine into pubs for the past year. Now I have to be going, nice to meet you Ms. Collins, bye for now.”

I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach, which I probably would be when Jordan got me alone.

I watched Jasmine mother leave the pub and then returned my gaze to look at them.

“YOU WILL BE SOOOO SORRY.” Jordan hissed, kicking me again.

“I’m sorry…” I began.

“To late, way too late for any type of apology.” Jasmine interrupted. “Did you buy those handcuffs?”

“Yes My Lady.”

“Give them to me.” She demanded and snatched them from my shaking hands. “Let’s go.”

I was almost hauled out of the pub and they took station either side of me, then we walked as quickly as the snow and slush would allow towards the car. Only halting at an off license where I was ordered to buy them both vodka and gin.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Jasmine ordered after I’d handed the drink over to Jordan. I didn’t dare say anything and obeyed instantly only to feel the cold click of the handcuffs on my wrists. “Now BITCH, walk.” She gave me a shove and on the icy pavement I fell.

They did nothing to help me and just watched my struggles in a chilling silence. I managed after a couple of false starts to get to my feet.

On the final journey to the car I fell again and again they just stood and watched my struggles. I was bruised, beaten and breathless by the time we reached the car.

I was bundled into the back and Jasmine climbed in with me, my head was pushed into the seat and her arse was pushed into my face. That was how I travelled back to the Heights, on the back seat of my own car, with a seventeen year old who was wearing a pair of my panties sitting on my face.

There was a backdoor into the Heights and you needed a swipe card to enter. All residents had one and I was no exception. In a matter of minutes I was thrown onto the floor in the lounge.

I was shaking and could easily have pissed myself. What ever happened next was my doing and I knew that there was to be no escape.

I just lay there. It was no use pleading, which would only make Jordan angrier than she already was. I resolved to stay silent and take my punishment or try to.

They stripped off their outdoor clothes and then briefly I was released from the handcuffs.

“Get rid of the clothes, all of them” Jasmine snapped.

I obeyed as quickly as I could and then on her further instructions I threw them into the linen basket. There was even a message in that simple act. I wouldn’t need clothing for quite a while.

I stood naked before them. Jordan still wore my jeans and Jasmine was still in a knee length lined skirt.

“What did you think you would achieve by that little show.” Jordan demanded. “Well, what?”

“Escape.” I whispered. “I just wanted to be free.” I sniffled but with my hand once more secured behind my back I could do nothing to wipe my face.

“Free!” Jordan exclaimed. “The day you are free is when we decide to let you go and not a day sooner.” She pushed me and I fell back onto a chair and then she grabbed my legs and pulled me from the chair and onto the carpet. “Until then you are just a slave, something to sit on.”

As she spoke Jordan straddled me and then sat down. She stared down into my face and then spat. “You are going to learn just how much power we have over you.”

At first I just lay there, well I couldn’t do anything else, and waited for her to move. I lay there and lay there and the seconds seemed to stretch into minutes. She didn’t move. I tried to twist my head, just to get a gasp of air. It was no use. Jordan had my head and to make double certain that I couldn’t get free Jasmine was sitting on my stomach.

I could feel the darkness approaching. THEY WERE GOING TO KILL ME. I fought until my strength gave out; my head was pounding, lungs bursting. I saw stars and then darkness overtook me.

The television was blaring out dance music that was the first sound that I heard. I just lay there, savouring the single fact that I was still alive.

“I know that you’re awake.” Jordan’s cold voice said from behind me. “Roll over BITCH.”

I did so and found them both on the couch.

“Did you enjoy your snooze?”

I shook my head. “No Mistress.”

“Good.” Jasmine said as she stood up, because it’s going to happen again. She came over, pushing me onto my back.

“Please don’t.” I gasped.

“I’m tired of hearing that wining voice.” Jasmine sat down, flicking up her skirt, she sank onto my face, covering my hands and mouth. It was happening again and silently I screamed, but no one heard me or came to my rescue and still screaming I once more sank into the darkness.

I came to again and began to shake.

“Back with again?” Jordan laughed. She came and pushed me onto my back.

“Please Mistress, please don’t. I’ll be good, I’ll be the best slave you could ever wish to own, and I’ll never, never try to escape again…” I was raving on when to my horror Jordan once again straddled me. “Please Mistress. I swear to you, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, let me lick your pussy … I love that, I love it when you cum in my mouth … I’ll lick your arse … I’ll lick it clean. I promise I’ll be good, but please don’t do that again.”

“Now you see slave, you almost convinced me.” She slid closer to me.

“No, please God, no.” I screamed. I was screaming and crying, sobbing hysterically.

“She’ll piss herself in a minute, that’ll ruin a good carpet.” Said a distant sounding Jasmine. “I think that she’s learnt her lesson, let her up.”

Miraculously Jordan did. She climbed off me and even released me from the handcuffs.

“Take a leak if you need one.” She said dismissing me.

It was early evening before they needed me again, then I had to dress them, starting with their knickers, mine of course, I dressed first Jordan and then Jasmine.

“We are going out for an hour that should be long enough for you to change the sheets on our bed and make something palatable for supper.” Jordan said as they left.

I did as ordered, remade the bed, changing the sheets and the quilt cover. Then I made them supper. I made enough for three and kept one, smaller, portion back for myself. Guessing they would be late I kept the meal to salads and quickly reheated meats.

Just thinking about what they’d done to me made me shake. I began to realise just how close I had been to either of them actually killing me!

Until now I just hadn’t focused upon that basic fact. Any time, when either had smothered me they could have just decided to sit on me for thirty seconds longer and that would it for April Collins.

I needed the bathroom after that thought and puked my guts up.

I was right, they were late. They had left about six and returned about ten and whilst neither was drink, they were both tipsy.

I was still naked and as they entered I kept to the shadows. I was determined not to attract attention and there was just the nagging fear that they might have invited somebody else back.

They hadn’t and with Jordan shouting loudly for me they collapsed onto the couch. I had to remove their outdoor clothes and boots and by the time I’d returned from hanging them up the two girls were kissing and stroking each other.

I just stood about, they hadn’t told me to leave and right now I was too scared to anything without a clear instruction. The nightmare of the smothering had had the desired affect. I was much too scared to do anything that might anger them.

“Food!” Jordan demanded.

“In the dining room Mistress.”

“Right, then piss off to your room, we won’t need you again … I won’t need the handcuffs will I?”

“No Mistress.”

I slept in the spare bed, thankfully alone and sadly cold. I didn’t dare wear any clothes and the quilt on the bed was a summer one. I lay and shivered but eventually sleep came.