Solomon – Fifty Degrees of Abuse - 2

by Solomon

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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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As I sat at the table closest to the passers-by in the local mall, I mulled over how just a week ago I was feeling like the prey, and here I was now checking out every plausible victim for all the qualities I assumed Master John would want me to bring him.

My master and I had been trading emails three or four times a day, and about the only things I knew for sure was that I still wasn’t allowed to come back to him until I met his demand to find his next plaything, and that he was having a ball taunting me with that demand. I’ve gone much longer without sex, but it was what he brought to the table that was consuming my every waking moment; hell, I was even dreaming about our next interlude.

I purposely came on a Saturday afternoon knowing that the mall would be full of girls my age with most of them either alone, or with a girlfriend. John had assured me that the hotter the girl turned out to be that the more assured of my place with him. Not once did he make me feel like I would ever be replaced with any other girl, so bringing him a hottie was easier to think about; especially since I knew I would be expected to watch him playing. One of the best tips he gave me was that since I would be watching that I should definitely pick a girl I found pleasing.

As I eyed girl after girl, I began to worry about just how I was going to approach any potential victim. How would I possibly broach such a topic without getting the cops called on me? What would I say, how would I start off, and where was I going to get the courage to follow through with this plan? The only thing I knew for sure was that I really… really wanted to be touched by Master’s hands again. Before long I found myself playing in my own mind over what it would be like to watch different girls being sexually tormented in ways that even I would find pleasing. But realizing I hadn’t thought this idea out well enough, I was just about to leave after getting a soda when a girl found me, but for completely different reasons.

“Hi, my name is Debbie and… this place is really crowded. Mind if I sit down to eat at your table?”

I looked up to one side to see the best chance I was going to have to talk to anyone, so I put on my brightest smile and answered, “Sure, I’d love the company. I’m Ashley.”

We made small talk for a while until she finally asked a question that I saw as a weird opening, yet an opening anyway.

“So… what’s a hottie like you doing sitting here all alone?”

I hummed and hawed, and stammered through nearly imperceptible utterances until I finally decided to lay it right on the line for her. I started by telling her I was looking for a girl for a friend to double date with (sort of) and mentioned that my friend could be rather intense. Instead of running away from a blind hookup, she responded with, “I’m a girl!”

Seeing that she was up for hearing more, I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly began filling her in. She told me she was unattached at the moment and was very much into being fixed up. Since I had mentioned the thing about John being intense, she also rattled off several of the things she had experienced in her past to sort of alleviate any misgivings about his perceived oddities. Several minutes into this line of query, she floored me.

“Actually, I have to be honest with you. Kinky is not so abnormal for me. The truth is that I’ve been so frigging horny lately that I didn’t really ask to sit down just to eat.” She blushed a wonderful shade of crimson and continued. “You see, I saw you sitting alone and thought that maybe… well hell, I thought maybe you might swing in both directions. You’re so beautiful, and petite, I was thinking that I wouldn’t mind taking a walk on the other side of the street with you. Maybe… this friend of yours could find another girl and we might… you know.”

I giggled nervously, but knowing that she was asking me out left an opening that I jumped to take advantage of, but in a way to sway her as well as to give her a few more details.

“I never did anything like that before, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

I went on to explain to her in a painfully slow and hesitant fashion, just what my relationship to John was; at least in a roundabout way. I told her how I had met him online and eventually even what I had agreed to try out with him. I saw her interests peek and began revealing to her a lot more than I would have ever been able to with anyone else. After a lot of jibber jabber about my own new version of kink, she wanted the true nitty gritty on what I had experienced. Since she didn’t seem the least bit put off by anything I told her, I wound up revealing nearly everything to her; including why I was here at the mall. She shocked me one more time when after knowing everything I had just told her, instead of pulling away from me in disgust, she pulled her chair closer to me, rested her hand on mine, and asked, “Would you be there too?”

Her touch sent my mind reeling into a world of perverted lust. I saw a perfect smile, a body I would kill to have, and couldn’t help but notice her chest heaving in that lustful way we girls do when turned on. I told her I would be there, but explained that my “reward” would only come after my master had his fill of her. When she seemed disappointed, I quickly interjected that I would love to get with her sometime to experiment with a girl-on-girl thing, but that my master was pulling all of the strings now. I didn’t tell her that I would probably never get to see her again, but that just made the lie come easier when I told her that I could manage to see her somewhere later. Honestly, I was very aroused by our conversation, but there really wasn’t anyway I could get with a girl anyway. However, that lie turned out to be the opening I wanted. She let me know by saying that if getting with me meant going through her friend, she would just have to meet my master.

My first instinct was for her welfare and I actually began trying to warn her how intense things might get, but nothing seemed to deter her notion that she wanted to experience exactly what I had the week before. We went back and forth for quite a while until it seemed like she was really sold on the idea, so we arranged to meet later that night. Before separating, she asked me to go to the bathroom with her. After all we had talked about, it certainly seemed like we were close enough that an invitation like that didn’t seem at all abnormal. I joined her in the bathroom as she relieved herself, a very odd and somewhat intimidating thing to with a brand new friend, and then she washed her hands as she told me how she couldn’t wait to reap her reward; me!

After drying her hands, she gave me a taste of just what I might be in for if we were to hook up as I had led her to believe could happen. In my mind, I knew John was going to stick with his demand that I couldn’t have sex with anyone but him, and I was about to be tested to no end. Debbie came up to me, looked deep into my eyes in that female sultry way, backed me up against the wall, and planted a long, tongue filled kiss on me. I struggled a little to get free from her, but then her hand smothered my crotch with a groping I had never dreamed about coming from another girl. At first she had to squeeze her hand between my thighs, but in a very short few seconds, she got me to relax my legs enough for her to cop a really good feel. I never wanted this moment to end, but when we heard two girls giggling on their way into the bathroom, we lurched apart from fear of getting caught. As the girls came in to find us acting very nervous, we left giggling just as much as they had as they walked in on us.

As soon as I got home I couldn’t wait to get on the computer and write Master John about my good luck, actually, our good luck. I added that I couldn’t wait to see what my reward might be for furnishing his next plaything and that I was truly hopeful it would be every bit worth the wait I had endured to see him again. I told him all about Debbie, her kinky side, and her full body description. I did leave out how she had hit on me for fear of having broken his main rule. I sat back after hitting the send button and just sat there watching the screen as I imagined how pleased master would be with my gift.

I met up with Debbie as we had planned back at the mall food court at the appointed time, and she was smashing. She was wearing short shorts that left the cheeks of her butt hanging out rather pleasingly, a tube top that proved there was no bra underneath, and bright red lipstick that indicated to me that she had been anticipating this rendezvous as much as I had all day. We jumped into her car just as I commented on how scrumptious she looked for my master. Once again she shocked me by saying she had something else to show me and scooted forward in her seat. She unsnapped her shorts and pushed them apart enough so I could see the top of her mons and said, “See, I even went commando just as your man wanted you to do.”

She couldn’t know how much she turned me on by doing that, but my jaw dropped open when I saw she was just as smooth down there as I had taken care of myself. She rubbed my leg as she put the car in gear and proclaimed, “Let’s go get our freak on, shall we?”

The week before I had walked the roads to get to John’s house to give myself time to think; and to prevent him from knowing what kind of car I drove. In a car, we would be there in two minutes and my heart was jumping out of my chest. Master had already told me that I would be close by watching, so I figured I would be upstairs watching the action as he had watched me last week. Secretly, I couldn’t wait to see this hot girl’s body bared. I didn’t know all the toys or ideas John had, so all I could fantasize about was Debbie in the same restraints I had been inducted with for my first tryst with domination.

We pulled into his driveway and parked. Debbie grabbed my leg again and I brushed her hand away and warned her that she couldn’t touch me in front of John. I also gave her a last chance to opt out, but she was so horny herself that she was ready to skip into the arms of this total stranger like a love-crazed schoolgirl.

John met us at the door and immediately swept me up in his arms to kiss me passionately. I felt really weird since Debbie was right behind me and she was supposed to be the point of this meeting. As soon as the door shut behind us though, she did become the focus of the talk. He wanted to make sure she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but that she would be leaving very satisfied. If anything, she was so bubbly that Master John got right down to the basics. He snatched a pair of leather cuffs out of his back pocket and swung them on his fingers as he ordered her to turn around. She raised her eyebrows, but smiled broadly as she did as she was told. But before he placed them on her wrists, he ordered me to remove her top so it wouldn’t get torn. I was shocked, but between being ordered to do so and my true desire to see her breasts, not to mention her throwing her arms in the air, I lifted the bottom of her top up until they popped right out there for the world to see.

Debbie was given the basic order to call him Master as he had me, and then received a quick run down on the other basic rules of behavior. He also told her the safe word, “uncle” once again, and then fastened the cuffs on her. He pulled her back into his chest, held her tight as he manipulated her boobs right there for me to watch, and kissed along her silky smooth neck. Her boobs were larger than mine, but I felt much better when John told her how much he preferred the size of my little ones even better. He tweaked her nipples as if to show them off to me and told her how I would be close by to watch her initiation into the world of domination. And then I was even more shocked when he told her that I would even be included in her indoctrination to some degree. There was no way I had ever thought I could become part of John’s dominating ways and blushed uneasily over hearing that assertion.

Master ordered me to take her to the playroom and I grabbed her arm lightly as I led the way. I was taken aback when I noticed Master hanging behind and allowed me to walk her down the stairs myself. Left alone, I walked her over to what I saw was a hanging swing of sorts. I knew this was a way to hang a girl on her back so as to leave her goodies exposed for easy use. I could see Debbie also knew what it was for, but all she did was smile. I turned on the second light so she could see the shelves and drawers full of appliances, leather restraints, and gizmos meant to taunt her mentally. I saw she was eyeing each piece as if they were old friends.

When my master finally came down the stairs, all he was wearing were his shorts and a smile.

“I thought you would have prepared her by now.”

Thinking quickly, I responded to him, “I didn’t think you would want to miss anything.”

“Good girl, now get those shorts off her now.”

Shaking, I got around to the front of her and heard Master telling me to get on my knees. I did it and felt so out of place. I reached out, unsnapped her shorts, and began tugging them down. My hands were trembling. I had never done anything so perverse as pulling clothes off another girl, but Debbie’s willingness went a long way in calming me down. I also have never been so close to another girl’s bare crotch before and reveled in the essence of her beauty. I heard John getting giddy over her not wearing panties, but was humiliated when Master asked me to smell her pussy to tell him how she smelled down there. It took a second command, but finally I leaned in close to her and sniffed lightly. I turned to him and said something I thought he would want to hear.

“She smells great… like she’s ready to play.”

Debbie gave me a broad smile that spoke volumes over her desire to be with me. I grew very uneasy and got back to me feet so as to offer John a full on look.

“I didn’t tell you to get up, did I? Get back down there.”

I did as I was ordered, but things got worse for me very quickly.

“Now… tell me how she tastes.”

I flung around to shoot an unnerving eye of disbelief to Master, but he insisted I taste her pussy for him. I spun back around and looked up at Debbie and she was all too pleased with his order. She even began telling me that “it was okay”, and “just give it a try”. I closed my eyes and leaned forward until I knew I was within reach, and lapped right over her clitoris once. However, that wasn’t enough for John and he ordered me to take a better taste of her. I gulped hard, leaned back in and as John told me exactly what he wanted to see me do, I lapped at either side of her vulva, and then ran my tongue between her labia once really deep. They both knew how embarrassing this was for me, but Debbie pushed her hips forward as I licked through her lips and moaned.

I sat back on my heels and told John how I thought she tasted very nice and he ordered me to stand, and then to take a seat on a chair about six feet to one side of the swing. I was so glad to be relegated to the position of voyeur and made for the chair in great haste. Even before I was seated, John started pushing her backwards until she fell into the swing. She giggled and he immediately began lifting either of her legs into straps to hold them spread and in the air.

“Get this bitch a dog collar from the top left drawer.”

I got up and found there were several collars there and brought back a thick one. I knew what mine had felt like and seeing how receptive she was being I knew she wanted the full treatment. I was ordered to fasten the collar on her neck, and then to attach that to a clasp on the swing that effectively held her head from too much movement. I took my seat again as Master John released the ropes holding the head part of the swing up until she was slanted slightly backwards with her head about two feet off the ground. John began toying and exploring her pussy while asking her questions about her sex life. I was shocked to see her comply so easily and with such detail. I was amazed that she seemed so much more at ease with all this than I had been, but then she seemed to get too cocky and John’s temperament changed into that evil side of him. I could see his hand pulling back just as he looked my way, and then he stopped with an evil grin on his face.

“Did you hear that insolence? That has to be corrected and now. Get over here.”

I was confused, but went to stand in front of him.

“Correct her attitude for me.”

What the fuck? He thought I was going to do to her what he had done to me? No fucking way could I do that! I began pleading with him to leave me out of it, but then his ire turned to me.

“Then I guess I need to correct your attitude, as well. Take your shirt off.”

I began pleading with him until he nearly screamed for me to comply and to keep my mouth shut. Slowly I peeled my halter top over my head and turned to see Debbie eyeing my girls like some lustful old man. John turned me slightly and after giving Debbie a warning about his control methods for respect, he brought his hand back. My eyes were welling up with tears even before his hand made that fateful blow against the side of my left tit. I screamed out a muffled cry as my body bent to absorb the pain. I saw Debbie wince for my pain, but then she screamed for John to leave me alone.

“Are you speaking to me you little cunt. You’d better tell her to do it then or she gets another one.”

Debbie seemed genuinely sincere over taking her punishment and said softly, “It’s okay Ashley, go ahead and do it.”

Still throbbing in pain, I turned to her and shook my head. Debbie began assuring me that that was what she was here to experience, and continued coaxing me to give her the punishment John demanded. I looked at her beautiful breasts and continued shaking my head. Between John and her both telling me to get it over with, I finally raised my hand, and swatted her left boob. It was the wildest feeling in my life. It was the most wonderfully soft skin I had ever touched, but my light hearted swing wasn’t enough to please either of them. First Master ordered me to take a real hit at her, and then not wanting me to get hit again Debbie cajoled me into doing it as John wanted.

“Go ahead sweetie. I can take it. Just whack the shit out of me one time. I need to learn my lesson.”

I looked between the two of them several times until I came to the realization that not only did Debbie want to experience what John had just done to me, I had quickly sunken into a very depraved place within my own mind. My lackluster swat had felt so good to my fingertips, her breast so soft and smooth, that I almost wanted to hit her again just to feel her soft flesh one more time. I got in positio, brought my hand back, and mouthed the words “I’m sorry” just before I swung my hand to the side of her left boob a second time, but this time I hit her so hard that I felt immediately apologetic for it and my hand went back to cup her boob as if to soothe it for her. Her mouth fell open and her eyes bugged out, but her look was one of immediate forgiveness for my actions. Then she looked at my hand cupping her now aching flesh and there was raw lust in her eyes for me that I would soon find out pleased Master John a great deal.

Within seconds I was back at my chair and cupped my face in my hands. I could hear Master as he molested Debbie while tied into the sling, helpless, but the sounds coming from her told me that she was enjoying his attention. When I heard her whimper in pain, I looked and saw her flinching as he was twisting away at her nipples. I have very pronounced nipples myself and knew how that had to feel, but hers were even larger and that much more of a target. That was when I noticed her eyes. They told the story that couldn’t lie. She was just as much a freak over domination as I and despite bouts of pain, she was there for the long haul.

The tension in the room grew hot and wild in moments as Master John began asking Debbie about her fantasies. I was riveted by every word she spoke, especially when it turned to her like for girls. It didn’t take any coercion to get her to pronounce herself as bisexual, and when asked her opinion of me, her smile turned sultry again as she looked over at me. The twinge between my legs was instant. Our eyes locked onto each others as John asked straight out, “You want to taste her, don’t you?”

“Definitely!”

I was trying to put together what the two of them were talking about even as John snapped me back to my feet to come to his side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, “Your turn… she wants you to play, too.”

I had some idea what he was talking about now, but there was no way I was going to assume anything. He began whispering for me to help entertain “our” victim and that he wanted me to get nasty with her. After several somewhat ambiguous suggestions, he ordered me to feed Debbie my pussy. I snapped my head to see her smiling at the order; however I was still balking at making her do something that nasty while she was restrained. As much as I was into being the dominated one, I had never given much thought to being on the dominating end of things, but her smile seemed like such an open invitation. Knowing her lust for me, I thought, “what the hell” and walked over to her head. In her slanted backwards position, her head was just below my crotch height. I saw that I would have to throw my legs over her to get in front of the ropes of the swing, and then slowly began peeling off my own shorts as I stared into her eyes. I knew how much she wanted my pussy when her eyes immediately went to it when it was exposed.

I looked back at Master and saw him standing there watching with his arms folded. It would have been impossible for him to hide just how frigging hard he was, and that also encouraged me to please him as instructed. I stood by her head as I deftly ran my fingers over my labia once, and then worked my leg over her and the swing. Being sloped downwards, my pussy was instantly in the right position, even nearly impossible to push back if I wanted to since my toes barely touched the floor. I don’t know what came over me, but in this position I sort of turned into a dominatrix in a flash. I ran my fingers back through her hair until I had a firm grip on the back of her head. I pulled it up slightly as I snuggled my bottom against her face. All it took was the feel of her tongue licking through my slit one time to send me into a rage of need.

“Mmmm, that’s right, lick me just like that. You wanted it, so suck it up.”

Master John was delighted to see me falling into my new role so easily and spoke words meant to encourage me into “handling” her appropriately. When I saw she had no problem delving deep into me, I began rocking back and forth so she could lick every part of my anatomy. In seconds I could feel my muscles tightening over their need for more intrusion and found myself nestling harder against her face trying to force her tongue deeper. I rocked forward and ordered her to bite my clitoris with her lips, and when she did, she fell from the human race and became nothing more to me than a way to get off. The swing began getting harder to control as I lifted my feet off the floor to use all my weight to feed her just as Master had demanded. My head fell backwards and I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I had a gut wrenching orgasm over her efforts and my body shuddered through one hell of a massive orgasm. I felt ashamed over what I had done to this poor girl, until I looked down and saw her struggling to get air. I lifted my bottom up and gave her a smile that held a million words of thanks.

John was helping me off her face and gave me a huge kiss for having pleasured him in that way. He whispered for me to kiss her so he could watch and when I saw her helpless look of desire, I went for my first make-out session with another girl. It was oddly erotic kissing another girl and she was right along for the ride. My hands ran over her soft facial features as I forced my tongue into her mouth. Everything about this vixen was so soft and inviting to me. I wondered why I hadn’t tried kissing girls before this, and was snapped back to reality when I heard John beckon for me. I stood back up and stood next to him and he whispered more orders to me that just a few minutes ago would have been too hard to do, but now I was looking at myself more as his accomplice in this venture than just the voyeur I expected to be originally.

I walked around my lover and master as my hands wandered down his body until they cupped his rigid tool firmly. I asked Debbie, “Are you ready for the main feature? It’s a good one, and I should know. He’s going to fuck you silly.” I began undoing his belt and slowly opened his shorts to tease Debbie a little before pulling his shorts right down over his legs. I wrapped one hand around an amazingly hard erection and asked her, “You like? You get to borrow it, but don’t forget, it’s mine.”

John looked down at me and I wondered if I had the right to declare him as my lover like that, but he didn’t say anything negative about my comment, so I guess he felt okay with my assertion. I watched as he got between her legs and began rubbing the undersides of them, but I wanted to see something else first and decided to see if as his accomplice if I could persuade him to do my bidding first.

“Master, may I… may I ask you to do something else first?”

I waited for him to indicate he wanted to hear more.

“The toy has had a taste of me, don’t you think you should let her taste the coarseness of a real man?”

Master grinned and liked my suggestion; as well I’m sure as my willful interaction. He grabbed his cock in his right hand as he walked around to the other end of the swing and immediately took the same position I had used. Debbie had told me how much she liked sucking cock, and even how getting gagged a little was a major turn on for her, so I ran to their side and took his cock in my hand. I began rubbing the head of it around her face and lips before lifting her head as far as her collar would allow while aiming it for her mouth. She took to it like a real whore, but I wasn’t finished yet. Not only was I a girl and a newly devoted lover of being dominated, but I also knew just how to push her buttons in a way most others wouldn’t understand. I put my hand on my master’s back and gestured him to lean forward. That forced his cock to plant deep in her mouth far enough that she gagged. His first nature was to pull back to give her a second of relief, but my first response was that “she’ll get over it, just fuck her hard.”

Debbie’s eyes darted toward me in disbelief over my new role, but I could tell deep down that she liked my interference. I watched John begin his fucking motion as she worked to endure the onslaught. Every time she would gag or choke, I coaxed him on and told him not to worry what the little slut wanted. Feeling very well placed in my role now, I even turned the heat up to sizzling for her.

“Lean forward a little more and make her take it all. Force it down her throat.” I was glad my master allowed me to make such suggestions and kept making more. When I saw her body wiggling trying to get away from his non-stop probing, I coached him even more. I was stroking her forehead and her hair as I watched her face grow deeply concerned for air. I finally warned him to allow her a moment of breath now and then, and she gasped for air when he finally capitulated. Then I pushed my hand against her forehead and forced it down as far as it could go as I asked Master to really fuck her deep.

“I bet she can take it in her throat.” Her eyes grew huge. “Go ahead and try to make your plaything take it for you.” Master John leaned forward as he worked to get his aim perfect and pushed hard against her forbidding throat muscles. Instead of feeling empathy for her, I goaded Master to push harder. My hand worked between them to rest on her throat and after one more begging for Master to keeping forcing himself deeper, I could feel the tip of his cock and went to work on her mind.

“Its okay sweetie, just relax and you know it’ll fit. Don’t struggle. You know this is what you came for, now please our Master.”

I was amazed that my coaching seemed to work and I could feel her trying to relax her throat. Too bad for her, because John took full advantage as soon as his cock felt the softening muscles that had been trying to control his entry. Her eyes told me that he had in fact gotten started into her throat. I could feel his cock through her throat. He pulled back just long enough for her to breathe and thrust right back into place, and then I felt something so fucking wild that I’ll never forget it. I could actually feel his cock swelling her throat as I cooed, “That’s a good girl, I knew you could do it.” And then turning to John I added, “Now fuck her good. Feed her that magnificent cock.”

I watched her thrashing her body the little her bonds allowed, her facial gestures near total fright, and the sounds she made were intoxicating. I watched my master fuck her throat like it was a virgin cunt and each time I felt his cock forcing its way back and forth, I grew closer and closer to my own orgasm. Every time he allowed her a breath she would try to beg him off, but I wasn’t allowing it. Instead, I began frigging my clit and fingering my slit as I watched for the telltale signs of him about to get off. Feeling her forced engulfing of his cock was too much for me and I began trembling as I began my orgasm. I couldn’t pry my eyes from hers as she struggled to endure her abuse. Seeing this poor girl being tortured and tormented by this male appendage was the wildest thing I had ever witnessed. And that was when it became apparent that John was about to cum; but more importantly, I was beginning to understand that my own fascination over dominance was grasping a firm foothold over my own willpower. My love wasn’t just for being dominated, but dominating others was just as profound.

“Oh Master, I love watching this. Feed her your cum. I want to watch you feed her. Fuck the cunt.”

That pushed him over the edge and I saw his cock fully disappear into her face. I could even feel his cock tense up trying to hold back that first release, and then through her throat I felt that first spurt jutting through his cock and deep into her. I was beside myself with hallowed euphoria as the girl’s belly flew into the air struggling to get away from her appointed mission. Beads of sweat rolled off my man’s face and muscles as he assaulted her orifice repeatedly forcing her to collect each fresh spurt of white gold. I flashed back to a term I had often heard bantered around by guys and for the first time fully understood what they meant by a “cum dumpster”. Debbie was nothing more than a receptacle at the moment; a place for Master to deposit his load of sperm.

Master, finally relieved, pull out of our plaything and dismounted her face. Despite my displeasure with the taste of sperm, I began kissing Debbie; sloppily and hard. She was trying to cough up what she could, but that didn’t deter me from holding her head towards mine so I could taste my victim’s grief.

After a couple of minutes of my enjoying the remains of Debbie’s assault, John called me to stand by him. I watched as he began releasing Debbie from the swing, but left her hands cuffed behind her. I felt a little let down since I had been anticipating watching her getting fucked in that position, but what he had in mind seemed just as good. After releasing her from the ring holding her by her neck, he led her across the room by her collar. I watched him pulling her by her throat using the collar until she was on her knees and shoulders on the floor. There was a ring coming out of the floor that he attached her collar to, that left her neck tilted to one side. She would try to talk and get slap after slap against her ass. She finally stopped trying to beg for relief and when he stood up I saw a most beautiful sight. There Debbie was, hands cuffed behind her back, on her knees and shoulders held tightly to the floor by her dog collar which forced her head to lie to one side. Her nice rounded bottom stuck in the air and I could see her pussy peeking back at us rather invitingly. I was freshly aroused as I watched her struggling to get comfortable.

Master John began making out with me as he marveled over how well I had helped him torment his new plaything. He saluted my ability to find him such a voracious toy, and then did something that made me feel like the belle of the ball. He went on and on about how he couldn’t wait to fuck me again to get that tight, warm feeling my pussy had given him last week. He molested my chest as he went on and on about how much he loved my girlish breasts compared to Debbie’s. The man was a true charmer. He even asked me what I wanted to see next, but as much as I wanted to see him take Debbie the way she was restrained helplessly against the floor with no way to protect her openings, I told him how I was worried that he might not have enough “stuff” left to pleasure me.

Master laughed and told me he could cum as long as he had the right incentive as much as he wanted. In my mind I accepted what he said, but I was use to sex with boys that nearly died after getting off once. I’d already seen John get off twice in close succession, so perhaps maturity meant something here. Master peppered me with questions over what I wanted to do to Debbie next and it became evident that he was pushing my abilities to their limit. Asked how I liked having her pleasure me, I responded with, “That was so fucking hot. The control I had over her, the nastiness of what I was using her for; it drove me fucking nuts.”

John led me over to his cabinets and brought out what I knew was a strap on dildo and handed it to me. I looked at it and then over at Debbie’s upturned rear sticking invitingly into the air. This was an act I had fantasized about before, but I didn’t have it in me. I couldn’t wrap my mind around something I had grown up thinking was a type of assault, abusive behavior that was something only men could do to us helpless women. Intercourse to me had always been the forbidden fruit that girls were supposed to hate, but tolerate to take care of their men’s primal needs. I had only developed a love for fucking out of my desire to be taken brutally as a man’s conquest and I guess that I had been looking for that right up till I found Master. However, being on that end of things was just a toe over the line for me. I pushed John’s hand away and told him I couldn’t do it. He was not amused over my denying him.

I could tell he was pissed over ignoring his order, but had no idea what he was doing. I watched him release Debbie’s hands and feared that our fun was over. I began telling him that I could do other things, but he had a plan I didn’t yet understand. When John released her head from the ring holding her neck to the floor, he helped her to her feet and she twisted her neck all around. I was ordered to keep my mouth shut and I guess that was due to my whining over fear of having ended this session. But as I watched in silence, my mind changed theories as I saw him take Debbie to the wall and handed her the strap on. My heart leapt forward as I could handle her doing that to me, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He told her to fasten the device on me and to find a way to make me want to fuck her with it. And then he whispered something in her ear that was making her grin like the Cheshire cat. I saw her grin from ear to ear over the idea of manipulating me now. I feared that what I had done to her would now come back to haunt me.

Debbie walked over me wearing nothing but her devilish grin and the dildo hanging limply out of one hand. I felt my chest heaving as I watched hers sway as she walked to me. I also took stock of her physical structure next to my own petite build. A shiver of fear ran through me as I thought about how things could get bad for me quickly. But still the idea of assaulting another girl with that fake appendage was still too much for me to handle. When Debbie got to me, we stared into each other’s eyes as if sharing secretive female banter, and then I saw the device drop from her hand to the floor. Before I had a chance to figure out what that meant, she walked around behind me and groped my girls in her hands. She manipulated them and twisted my nipples hard, and then much harder to see what I could take. She fell to her knees behind me and grabbed the strap on and slowly began fitting it to my bottom. The weight of the fake cock felt weird to me as it bobbed around, but I quickly saw how a man could feel powerful while wielding a real hardon. Debbie ran her hands all over my cheeks and the sides of my hips enjoying the feel of my nude form. I loved the soft touch of her hand.

I could sense she had stood upright, and saw that she was asking Master something clandestinely behind my back. He grinned as he gave his tacit approval. I felt Debbie’s hand run around to the front of me, grabbed the fake cock, and pulled it hard back against its resting place. She was trying to bump my clitoris, something I would find out later was to show me what it would feel like as I put it to use. It worked and I was enjoying the feel of each new bump as a very erotic incentive, but still I just couldn’t be the one to invade her body that way. Even though I had been ordered into silence, she was free to taunt my mind with what she apparently was very willing for me to do to her. I guess there was no way she could understand the warped thoughts I had grown up with, but still, intercourse to me was something that was meant only for heartless, greedy men to do.

When Debbie realized there was some deep secret keeping me from doing the bidding of my, for the moment our master, she went over to where she had been secured to the floor and grabbed the leather cuffs. In short order she was fastening them on my wrists. I was confused, but being the victim was far more acceptable to me mentally.

Debbie whispered in my ear, “Last chance… you going to fuck me or not?”

I slowly shook my head and she responded with, “Good! Let’s see if I can give you a little assistance in changing your mind. The only thing I could think of wanting more right now is to fuck you with that thing, but Master John wants it on you.”

Her voice had certainly turned into the dominatrix now and suddenly she had her hands on my shoulders and was wrestling me to the floor. She turned me onto my back as I tried separating my wrists enough to accept the position so the cuffs wouldn’t grind into my wrists. In a flash, she was sitting on my belly and working to hold my shoulders pinned to the floor. When I wouldn’t hold still for her, she grabbed me by the boobs and began squeezing them hard and manipulating my nipples like radio dials. I cried out for her to stop, but that turned her evil.

“I thought Master John told you to be quiet.” She leaned back and took away her left hand. Her right hand switched from trying to hurt my breast to massaging it sweetly. I should have seen it coming, if for nothing else pay back, but when she pulled her hand off my boob and into the air, I knew what was coming. I cringed in fear just as her hand slammed against the side of my left tit. I gasped over yet another assault on my tiny frame, but something seemed to snap in her just as it had in me over my first serious taste of power over another girl. She teasingly brought her hand back into the air and seeing that it wasn’t just a meaningless gesture, I closed my eyes. In a short second, she whacked my boob a second time; and then a third as I started crying. I expected her to ask me again the vital question, but she wasn’t done with her incentives yet. I’m not sure I could have given in anyway.

Debbie began sliding forward over my chest. I saw what she was doing and began pleading and whining for not to make me do that to me. I guess she wanted fair play over my having done this to her, but it was obvious that she had wanted to lick my pussy when I had forced her. I didn’t want to do that to another girl and it had even been a twisted area of thought in my past that caused me great fear. That was still way too nasty of a thing for me to do, but I was trapped beneath her weight. She saw my reluctance as genuine which drove her into a fit of feverish control over me. She began taunting me with the inevitable.

“What’s the matter sweetie, don’t you like girls? Don’t you like eating cunt? This can’t really be the first pussy you’ve ever had in your life, now is it?”

I twisted to see Master was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to me. He knew this wasn’t easy for me, but as she worked her bottom right into my face, I sincerely smelled a girl for the first time and began trying to buck her off me and thrashed my head side-to-side. My mind was tormented with opposite affects; I loved the feeling of being forced and of the feeling of her wet vulva pushing against my face, but this was also the thing school girls taunt others over as a way to minimize their worth. I guess that was why I had found it so easy to do to her. I twisted my head from side to side until she grabbed my hair to hold me forward.

“Come on sweetie, take a good lick. You’ll love it, I bet. Do it… run your tongue through me. Take a good fucking taste. You’re not getting up until I know you’re going to fuck me, and fuck me hard bitch. Master John wants to see you do that to me, and you know he’s going to have his way. Now suck it.”

My head was hurting from her fists grabbing my hair so hard. I finally had to begin lapping between her folds to the delight of her praising my first efforts to our master. Debbie fell right into her role as much as I had, but being stronger than me she took greater pleasure in forcing my humiliation. That, the embarrassment of being forced to pleasure another girl, was trimming her skills over tormenting me just as I had her earlier. She couldn’t know how horrifying this was to me. But it turned out that it hadn’t been her idea, and as she spoke to Master, I realized she was just his proxy; he had told her of my fearful reluctance of being forced to eat pussy that I had talked about during our first session.

“You were right Master John; she really doesn’t want to do this.” Debbie laughed at my tearful pleas to be released, and then squashed her weight against my face to cover my mouth fully with her moist lips. “Too bad bitch, we all have to give this a go sometime in our life. Now eat my cunt like the fucking whore you are.”

It was impossible for me to comprehend how this girl that had professed her desire to make love to me was now demeaning me on purpose. After refusing to open my mouth for several moments, she pinched my nose closed, thus forcing my mouth open to do as she was demanding so as to allow me time to breathe. That first, actually second, lick between her labia did something to me. I saw that I could do it, but still there was no pleasure in it for me. She finally let go of my nose and after getting my reward of breath, she issued demand after demand over what she wanted to feel from me. I was about out of fight and finally relented that I simply had to do as she ordered. I began repeatedly running my tongue through her folds. A weird thought ran through my head as the weight of the dildo flailing around my abdomen kept bumping my clit and I felt an awesome feel of power wielding even from this fake appendage. Is that what guys feel? When she leaned forward, I even bit at her clitoris just the way I had done to her. That was when I found the easiest way to get her off the fastest was by biting her clit with my lips, and even gently bit at her with my teeth. It did cause her to get even more aggressive with me, but I knew that meant this would be over just that much faster.

I couldn’t see Master John, but I could hear him lamenting on her control of me, and that was just what I needed to go full bore at her. I was pleasing Master and that was, after all, the very reason of having come to him in the first place. There was one thing that I hadn’t planned on however. Something I couldn’t have known since I didn’t even know it was even possible. When Debbie was at her height of pleasure, her body began quivering on top of me and I saw her eyes roll back in her head. I knew she was having her orgasm, but what I felt happening was so foreign to me. My mouth, now forced wide open by her weight, was feeling the unbelievable sensation of fluid. My mind reeled in disbelief, but not for long as Debbie narrated for Master what she was doing.

“I’m cumming, I’m fucking… oh, I’m cumming. Get it all bitch! Bet you never tasted honey before. Lick up every drop.”

I began putting it all together. I had once heard that girls could ejaculate much as guys, but I had only heard that once and had blown it off as wishful thinking. Now I was finding out first hand that it had to be true. I gagged trying to keep from allowing it into my throat. But there was no doubting the truth of what she was doing. My mind was awash in disgust that not only was I being forced to eat pussy, but she was emptying her mess into my mouth. After several gasps for air, she lifted her body back and away from me to see my response. Seeing how tormented my mind was, and how distasteful I had found all this, she giggled and planted her bottom to my face again. I refused to open my mouth again, so she rubbed her wetness all around my face to truly “rub it in”.

I saw my master come to stand off to my side and his smile told me just how much she had pleased him. He reached his hand down to help her off my face until she was standing. I rolled onto my side to sit up and spat several expletives over what they had done to me. I felt as though Debbie had totally betrayed me and was pissed. So, when Master asked me if I was ready to do as he had wanted, I readily agreed.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck the cunt now. I’ll make her wish she never fucked with me.”

It was Debbie that was ordered to release my hands, and I slowly stood up as she just waited for whatever was to come. I wrapped my hands over my pained wrists to get my circulation back, as well as to plan my next move. The bitch wanted to embarrass me… well now I was going to do much worse to her.

In a flash, I grabbed her by her neck and half spun her around to face the ring on the floor she had been fastened to earlier, and forced her to fall towards it. She fought back, but not nearly as hard as she could. Despite my desire to win, she still had more strength than me but was going through the motions more to please our master. I had to wrestle her head low enough to connect her collar to the ring, and when I sat back on my heels, her ass was upturned in the perfect position for a full on hard slap. I gave her one and then I repeated that with several more slaps until I heard her begin whining. I grabbed onto the dildo bobbing around in mid air and commanded her to spread her cheeks for me. When she didn’t do it fast enough, I slapped her ass as hard as I could. That did the trick and as she rested against the side of her head, her hands spread her cheeks to offer up the appointed target. I rubbed the tip of the dildo around her vulva to get it wet from her still moistened lips and then began forcing the tip into her slit. I saw it disappearing into her and marveled as power and control over another girl washed over me. I guess my mind went into full male mode and the power instilled in me made all my prior misgivings about doing something this nasty to a girl wane into the meaningless past thought of a little girl.

My new found power left no room for what my victim wanted, nor felt. Without any hesitation, I kept pushing the dildo into her until I felt it bottom out and she lunged forward trying to find relief from it. I bumped against her several times making sure she couldn’t take anymore, and then began sliding in and out of her. I reached under her and groped her boobs like any guy might and even began taunting her nipples way too hard for her to hold still as her hands struggled to take our weight off her neck. Her face showed I was now making her grimace just as she had done to me. I smiled knowing I was getting even with her.

Before knowing what was going on, Master had gotten behind me and was fastening something to my right ankle. I tried looking back, but couldn’t see what he was doing. I trusted him though and even as I felt him prying my legs apart, I kept fucking that bitch like it was my only mission in the world. I felt a second cuff going around my other ankle as one last push had left my legs spread wide open. It was hard to fuck my victim this way, but having my own pussy splayed to the open air was also acting as an aphrodisiac to me. Before I knew it, Master was beginning to mount me. As my ass bumped back while fucking Debbie, my pussy was getting probed for my masters own insertion into me. When I felt his cock hit its mark, I gasped at the feel of fullness. My own muscles weren’t so receptive as they had tightened so I could effectively punish Debbie, but that didn’t deter Master in the least. Before I knew it, he was planted just as deep in me as I was in Debbie. I had never felt anything like this before; fucking a girl was wild enough, but getting fucked at the same time while my legs were forcefully spread was driving me totally nuts. I tortured my bitch’s nipples and breasts unmercifully as she squealed in pain. Seeing her twist in her mix of pain, pleasure, and euphoria over being dominated was unreal. It drove me forward to punish her even more.

I found that the most effective way to fuck my bitch was to simply relax and allow Master’s cock to push me into my target. That meant we were both getting the same feel of fulfillment at the very same moment. My body was trapped between being the happy recipient of an amazing fuck while at the same moment I was causing another girl to squeal in her own trying fuck. She wanted Master to have his fun as her own enjoyment, just as I was, but she probably didn’t expect anything like this. My clit was throbbing from the beating it was receiving.

As my hands wandered her body exploring every point of softness, I was delighted with my new experiences. I ran a hand over her tortured face until I dipped a finger between her lips. She began sucking on it and that sent me over the edge. The constant bumping of the base of the strap on against my clitoris was proving to be a very satisfying way to have a climax, and when I felt it coming, I taunted Master to fuck me harder. That in turn meant Debbie was getting it even harder. Suddenly, I bolted upright as my hands grabbed the midriff of my victim as I shuddered through the most extreme and intense orgasm I’ve ever had. As I trembled uncontrollably, Master’s continued fucking motion was still forcing the dildo in and out of Debbie until I saw her face showing the inevitable signs of her own climax. When Master tensed up with his own climax, I pushed hard into Debbie and we all held still as John emptied his spewing cum into me, while Debbie closed her eyes to enjoy her own reward.

Master John pulled out of me, and likewise I from Debbie. Just to give her one last reminder of how I had felt about what she had done to me, I slapped her ass hard and simply called her a “Bitch!”

I was spent, but Master instantly began pulling me backwards until I saw he was trying to lift me into the swing – face down. My legs were of little use since the spreader bar, as I was told later that it was called, was still holding my legs spread wide open. I felt the dildo bobbing between my legs as it hung off the swing. Master went to his shelves and came back with another set of cuffs that he used to secure my hands to the top of the swings’ ropes. I wondered how he could possibly have the stamina to want to fuck me again, but that wasn’t the plan.

After he was satisfied with his trussing of me, I watched as he went back to Debbie and began fondling her body. He loved her compliance as she held still and accepted his roaming. I felt the pangs of jealousy as he enjoyed the feel of his other girl. And that was made worse for me when she displayed a love for his touch. I closed my eyes to take away the sight before me, but after remembering this was all about his ultimate pleasure, I forced them open and reveled in his wealth of enjoyment. He was happy tormenting me by doing this, so I was happy for him as well.

After several minutes, I saw Master’s cock was nearly erect again. He began unfastening Debbie’s neck from the ring and twisted her collar to remind her of the feeling of being treated like a subservient dog. He was whispering things to her that also drove me into fleeting moments of jealousy. And as they stood up together, I felt like perhaps it was time for attention to be paid to me again. As they walked past me however, I feared they were headed upstairs; thus leaving me alone to stew even further into a jealous rage. That might have been the better option.

I heard Debbie lament, “Now, it’s your turn bitch.”

I felt her un-strapping the dildo from me and realized that we were about to switch positions. I tried wrapping my mind around that thought as she affixed the device to her own self, and then began rubbing my ass. It felt really good. Her hands were so soft and comforting. I could take her touch for hours. I closed my eyes to gain every nuance of her fingers roaming my naked ass until suddenly everything lit up. She had slapped my ass so hard that I cried out in pain. Then another, and another, and several more times before I heard her say, “Had fun slapping me, huh? How you like it, you little fucking cunt?”

Even before the stinging began to fade, I felt her slam the dildo into me without a bit of possible denial from my muscles. She slammed repeatedly against my uterus so hard it made me cry and my tears seemed to force her to hit at me harder. It proved that dildo’s aren’t as compliant as a real cock that would simply slip around my uterus; instead it was so rigid that it hit the same exact spot over and over. My legs, still splayed wide, hung in the air trying to get any measure of relief. I could tell Debbie was getting the same feeling from the base of her toy as she was hitting away at me in such an uncaring way that meant she was far more interested in achieving another climax than in what she was doing to me. I was just the hole that made her new appendage work the way that best suited her own satisfaction. That damn strap on was proving to be more of an equalizer between the sexes than I would have ever guessed.

It seemed to take her forever, but after an unending verbal assault against my conscious thought and her relentless pounding away at me, she climaxed into a shuddering mess. I felt her hands run under me to grab roughly at my girls before she finally withdrew her implement from me. As sore as I was, my dismay was only getting started. Master was about to show me another form of torture that my mind had never fully anticipated. It would leave an indelible mark on my soul, but it would cement us together in such a perverse way that eventually I would crave the feeling over and over. I was about to learn why my master was, and always would be, my true master. He took pleasure from my pain, though an acceptable pain, and knew exactly how to push my buttons.

I watched him guide Debbie in front of me and then pulled an over stuffed chair beside her. He spun her around and immediately bent her over the back of the chair. I could see the sides of them clearly and knew he was about to fuck her as I just laid there in bondage. That wasn’t the worst part at all. It was how much he was enjoying fucking another girl right there in front of me. He took his time and enjoyed setting her into the perfect position. He kept taking glances over at me to see my jealousy and the mental pain it was causing me. Debbie finally caught on to what he was doing and began taunting me as well. Her taunts were much more injurious than his. She was screaming how great his cock finally felt in her and how she wanted it to be hers forever. Master had promised me that I would be his only true love, but hearing her vying for his love drove me crazy. I wanted to cuss them out, but I knew deep down what he was doing to me.

Since he had cum twice already, it would take him longer to get off a third time, and since he was enjoying his fuck so greatly, he was purposely making it take a long time. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them no matter what either of them said. Watching his cock slam into her and disappear into what I knew had to feel like total bliss for Debbie hurt me deep, but when I saw the pleasure he was deriving from that and his taunting of me, I felt good knowing I was a major part of his pleasure.

After at least a fifteen minute fuck, I saw signs he was ready for his third orgasm. Debbie began sensing it too and teased him into hitting her harder. She begged to feel him cumming in her and swore she could make him happier than I could. And when she offered to take my place and even allow him to turn her out to other men, and women, he took that last deep plunge into her. My own pain was at its all time high as I watched his tensed leg muscles telling me that he was emptying his balls into my nemesis as I had to watch. He took a last grope of her chest as he pulled out of her. Debbie stood up and felt between her legs to find the remnants of his ejaculate. She looked over at me and fished two fingers through the mess they had made, and then came over to me. She forced her fingers into my mouth and made me taste their slop before saying, “See how good we are together.”

When I was done cleaning her fingers as she demanded, I dropped my head in shear fear of having lost my master so quickly. I did understand that John was telling her to get dressed and soon they headed up the stairs. I began crying over how things had turned against me so quickly. I knew he had to have forgotten all about me after watching how much he had enjoyed her body and felt totally betrayed by the both of them. I laid there with my legs aching over their forced separation for another fifteen minutes before my master came back to me.

“Well, she’s gone now. Feel better?”

I didn’t answer him so he lifted my head and saw how I had been crying.

“What’s the matter? You have no faith in me? I told you what I wanted and I hold to my word. Stop crying like a little girl and get over it. So I had a really good fuck… isn’t that what was suppose to happen?”

My mind couldn’t really comprehend what his mouth was saying. Then he lay on top of me and began nuzzling my neck.

“You’ve proven your true desire to make me happy. I knew I picked the right girl. That was the most fun I’ve had in years. You should be proud of caring for your master so greatly. She was a fine choice, a great fuck, a great body, and in the end, perhaps the best playmate you could have possible found for me… besides you that is.”

Finally I found a measure of relief… even triumph. I wanted to ask him what would become of Debbie in the future, but knew he wouldn’t want me to act that juvenile. And then, just as I was about to say something, he told me that I had cemented my place in his future. I turned trying to kiss him for his way of soothing my fears, but instead he began releasing me. In short order I was being helped back into my clothes and led the way to the front door. I still wanted to ask him a million questions to assure me that Debbie wouldn’t be coming between us, but he braced me up against his front door and kissed me roughly.

Master John began whispering instructions in my ear.

“Your next way to pleasure me is something I know you’ll like. This Saturday night I want you to find yourself a good fuck. I don’t care if he’s young or old, but he has to be a stranger, and very much out in the open. A park, a back yard, in front of others… something very open and trying to you. As soon as they’re done with you, come back here and show me the proof. Understand your orders?”

I was puzzled why he would want something he had explicitly told me not to do, but I had no will to deny him now. I nodded my head and answered in the only way a girl in my position could. “Yes, Master John. I’ll try to make you happy.”

With that agreement, he kissed me a last time and opened the door for me to leave. With Debbie gone I had to walk home, and what wild visions came to mind told me I needed a shower… and some comforting fingers to ease my mental pains.

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