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 More Silvana

   Moaning at the side of Silvana bed after having refreshed her room, this
Tuesday morning, Sodome, enjoyed the finger grazing her clit.  "Great news
for you sweetie, we are going out together, this evening." "Hopefully I
will please you enough for you to please me, Mistress." "Don't
procrastinate, my dear, just get over it.  Don't think, be embarrassed and
honor me.  Tonight either you do it by yourself or you don't.  If I'm happy
you get a treat.  If I'm mad you know what you get and you do not like it."
"Mistress I will obey flawlessly brandishing my new motto: my shame is your
glory.  I hope my bottom will stay clear of trouble and you will completely
reward the spot actually teased." "Perfect intention, my dear.  To give you
a better chance of success, let me tell you our plan in advance."
"Mistress, You scare me.  You know all of me and you suggest that I may
fail!" "The details may upset you as we go!  Knowing the main line will
help you deliver the promised festival of submissive obedience.  In the
park, on our way to a formal dinner party of a friend of mine, you will
change from your work clothe into your sluttish dress, the one barely under
ass line.  The guests, a bunch of straight couples, search a contact with
our life style.  You will model our customs.  I will first introduce you to
the Mistress of the house, then you will join the party in a long gown." "I
will dress for the party!  It had been some time." "Don't overjoy too fast,
my dear.  At one point you will lift the dress other your head and be
available for questions.  I expect you from you an impeccable behavior. 
Their relations will copy what you showed."

   Sodome marinated fifteen minutes in her juices, until Silvana came from
the end of the block.  Her tights moist with anticipation urged her to
anticipate any request.  Tonight her pride consisted of trust and obedience
for Silvana.  Bowing to her Mistress and humbling kissing her hand she
greeted her.  "Good evening Mistress, my intimate mound swells for you." I
inserted my index between Sodome lips enjoying the enveloping welcome of my
slave mouth.  Her tongue, expertly touching my skin with appetite,
transferred her personal power to my hands.  Her giving position, laced
with her eagerness to expose in public the nature of our relationship, sent
a gracious current across my belly.  "You make a great start, Sweetie."
Holding hands in silence, we entered the park.  Basking in her hammy
welcome, I relaxed without any hurry.  A new slave, reaching harmony with
her inner personality under my ministration, exalted my emotion like if the
strings of the world flowed between my fingers.  Limitless possible
inhabited my future.  My slave girl, nude for me under her power dress,
smiled serene and beautiful expecting the next offense.  The fabric of her
dress, thin and airy, hide the dots of her tits that I knew to be quite
accentuated.  Curious to grasp the secret of such a feast without a
covering bra, I selected a discreet bench on a side alley, for the setting
of my illumination.  My slave, sitting her hide with style on the coarse
wood, pleased me, bringing in the process, to her dismay, the lower part of
her dress so above her slightly separated knee that the tie of her red lacy
garters got disclosed.  Her trouble, transpiring in the red point on her
cheeks, the dampness of her palms and a cute heavy breathing, aroused my
sex, a touch of desire in my peace.  What a difference from last month! 
She had thrown a tantrum to keep her arse away from my hand.  Today, eyes
to the ground, her skirt obviously disposed to avoid being in contact with
the bench and showing to the world a frilly piece of intimate garment, she
endured with a comely poise.  A man strolling down the alley, guiltily
leering at her, offered a chance.  I whispered in her ear: "Spread your
legs for him.  Let see if sluts scares or attract him." Her knees,
instantly pushing away from each other, empowered my words.  The man opened
his mouth his surprise and slowed his pace, his gaze stuck to her thigh,
now displaying a band of rosy skin, above the white hose.  Hot with the
prospect of offering her to him, I smiled hoping for easy contact but he
kept going, relieving her and angering me.  I told her nastily: "Get rid of
those stocking.  The garters make you indecent." Her eyes plunged in mine,
almost confrontational in the childish discomfort from my scold, and her
mouth wrinkled to speak but a twinkle in my eyes stopped her.  Her head
lowered behind a secretive smile, she fiddled nervously with the attach of
the garter to her stocking, carefully avoiding to bring her dress up
unnecessarily, disconnecting the hoses without offering me a glimpse of her
cleft.  Her nervousness, evident in the snapping quality of her hands,
deepened with the noise of the foot of passerby, which gaze, at a better
angle than mine, may encompass the sexy roundness inside her thighs.  Her
eyes keeping a low profile, in compliances of the house rules, kept the
identity of the people away from her.  I was ravished.  Two men and a
couple, jealous of my position, walked by seduced by her beauty.  The
desires emanating from them sharpen the delicious beat in my lower belly.
"Take it easy, sweetie, they like to see you.  The more you show the more
they get turned on.  I'm hot like a potato." The stocking, now loose of any
attach, were removed separately with grace before turning toward me for my
compliment her job.  Expressionless, my chin moved toward her thigh where
lay the garter laces.  The redness on her cheek accentuated.  She knew what
I wanted but stop short of volunteering the right move.  Instead of
plunging her hands under her skirt to slip down the belt she waffled,
pushing down her dress to cover the offending garter.  She delighted in
pleasing me and her cute reticence, hoping reprieve with every step,
delighted me.  A frown form on my face showed my dissatisfaction with her
response.  Her expression back was a jewel: a little girl pout caught red
handed with her hand in the cookie jar.  I suspended a laugh, holding on
the tip of my tongue the first of a long series of public presentations of
the V-shaped split at the top of her legs.  At this point a nod from me
would suffice to trigger the appearance of her intimate beauties.  The
power was thrilling.  It was OK to let me know that it was embarrassing for
her.  I gazed deeply into her eyes feeding on the tempestuous emotions
inhabiting her until those resonated in my own sexual organs.  Swept by
winds of satisfactions and waiting a random witness for the full display, I
decided to solve the mystery of her invisible tits.  I offered her a large
grin before continuing: "Sweetie, show me your left tit.  I wonder how come
it does not show under your dress." Smiling tensely while unzipping the
back of her dress to bring outside her creamy orb, she uncovers the culprit
and her delicious tits in the same movement.  Reinforcement in the dress
itself hides the bump at the end of the globe.  This was cheating: "Slave,
no more of those.  You must not wear a bra even incorporated in the dress."
"Mistress how can I could do my job with tits peaking under my blouse?  The
obviousness of my braless state will spell trouble." I left no space to her
defensive fear.  "Did your new status impair your performance?" She
hesitated before uttering: "No, not really." "Then why would showing the
bump on your tits would?  Your breast basking in the sun in the park, for
the enjoyment of passerby, did not change your destiny!" Mesmerized in her
defense she had not noticed the keen interest of a passing by man in her
exposed tits.  Her face turning over me, suffused by a wave of submissive
love, enhance the swelling of my bud and stir the first urgency of the
encounter, for her tongue presence on it.  She said: "Mistress, I
apologize. I will check my wardrobe." "You should never need to apologize
to your Mistress.  Now stuff back your breast in place.  Let's remove those
dangling garter before we move on, my dear.  Go for it, Sweetie and let it
out for a little while longer than necessary." Red like a beet she pushed
herself and the dress up, to reach the belt, finally showing the core of
her intimacy to the young man, which pace slowed to a crawl allowed him to
ogle at length and with a keen interest.  The bulge in his pants was honey
to me.  I controlled what he craved for.  If he had directed his attention
to me I may have offered him a plunge in her juicy tunnel.  He resumed his
stroll when she pushed down her dress to hide her shame.  Her sweet
reaction to my scolding mellowed my mood.  "Let's move on my dear, we will
search a more secluded place for the next happening." After the first steps
I ascertained ownership of her butt.  My hand, wide open, contacted with
her ass cheek, gluing the dress to her protuberance.  The accepting twist
of her ass confirms the length of her ways since our last encounter.  The
thinness of the dress and the goose bumps of her skin produce a thrilling
contact.  My hand plunged under her dress to flick her bud.  She moaned
instantly, oblivious to the place, with her face full of peace and need. 
Soon we reached my favorite corner of the park.  Her backside volunteered
itself toward my hand, sliding under her skirt, to caress the firm flesh of
her moving buttock.  Shivering under the caress, ready to explode, totally
attuned to my drive, my slave had no more resistance in her and her
unconditional love was enthralling.  Her ass cheek filled my hand.  All
along my finger the depth of her gully floated on the roll of her walk. 
One finger pushed its way deeper inside the cavity, nesting there,
encouraged by the abundant lubrification, a combination of preapplied oil
and the natural product coming out of her other abyss.  The movement of her
legs induced a lot of press ion around my finger now completely nested into
it.  The position of my forearm, pushing her skirt high above her hip,
unveiled the fullness of her crack and the surrounding roundness.  She
contracted a little bit saying: "Mistress I'm all yours.  I'm eager to give
you total control on my body.  Your pleasure is inundating me." In a very
protected space, on a bench, surrounded by thick green, I gave her my
finger to lick clean: "Strip for me sweetie." Without hesitation she
unzipped her dress to pass the fabric around her shoulders.  With only her
upper trim on, my slave neatly folded the garment before putting it in her
bag.  Another nod from me prod her to remove the last item as well.  The
voices of a couple, coming our ways in the alley behind the green screen,
stopped on the over side.  She bent to grab her dress.  I signaled no with
my finger.  "Turn around.  Give us a good sight of your beauty.  Come
between my leg I crave my prize." Squatting to put her head deep under my
skirt she opened the buttons on my panties to reach my pleasure bud.  The
soft noise of feet on the floor made her contracted.  Some may be shocked
by our games but not this couple.  My loving contact on her head, behind
the fabric, soothes her into pursuing her extremely needed performance. 
Radiating pleasure, I say confidently: "Hello strangers, I'm Silvana
currently being honored by my slave Sodome." Sodome tongue, flicking
heartily on my bud, expressed her love through the well balanced alternance
of tremor and peace of her flicks.  Sucking me rewarded her.  Each light
touch on my button improved the tremor in my lower body contracting my legs
around her warm face till the release of my tension sent the tip of her
tongue back on my intimacy.  I was moaning intensely.  She was attuned to
my need, all my being ecstatic from her wet caress.  The expression of the
bystander, a mix of envy, surprise and arousal, especially on the face of
the women, multiplied my joy.  Their presence generated positive vibration.
I was bracing for a rewarding orgasm in the near future.  An exchange of
smiles loaded with hidden meaning revealed to me their secret hopes.  She
was longing for a girl body and he dreamed to make love to someone else in
front of her.  They had agreed to keep her dominant position in their
relationship covert.  Leveraging the large bulge in his pants, I will guide
him toward his craving while enhancing her status.  Although slave to
Raven, I loved to push some power toward women when given the occasion.  I
turned to her: "His cock must hurt, confined in his pants.  Why don't you
ease him out?" The color of his cheek and the acceleration of his breathing
confirmed my intuition.  He was shy and he wanted to be roughed a little
bit.  With grace she unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his pants, lowering
them together with his boxers to his ankles.  His cock, on display,
pulsated with necessity.  We kept him out of our connivance using his
nudity to bring him in the mind state of a plaything.  I extended my hands
toward her to entice her to sit aside me.  He was furious but did not dare
any move.  The game combined with Sodome attentive lapping had put me on
high plateau.  If it were not for those two I would have come some time
ago. The diversion allowed the peak to spread all over my body much beyond
my lower belly where it all started, orgasm in my chest where the best for
me.  My picture of extreme arousal acted on them.  I whispered in her ear:
"Call him to suck you, beautiful stranger, he is at your feet today." She
locked her eyes in his to utter: "Come suck me my love." The strong jerk of
his cock, at her words, divulgated his will to obey her.  He hobbled with
his feet stuck in his pants, under my sneering look, to kneel at her feet
plunging his head in her belly.  When he found his way to her nethermost
part she abandoned herself in my arm.  My hands, running greedily around
her bosom, discovered her elastic smoothness while I whispered in her ears
the good thing Sodome was lavishing on me.  She requested a stronger grab
on her breast.  She told me how ready she was, pleading for us to explode
together.  Our mouth joined to exchange the fullness of our pleasure.  Our
eyes locked together in a deep exchange we shared tumultuous spasms.  We
chatted in the aftermath of our shared delight, our lover's tongue still
delicately working on our pussies.  Our voices, low enough, kept our
adulators outside.  We discovered a common interest in watching our charges
fuck each other.  My only condition that he discharged out of her rejoined
her fancy to see his sperm sputter.  The scenario set, the next step
consisted into moving the actors in position.  "Sweetie, would you please
bring your gorgeous ass in a usable position.  We have some hard male meat
willing to fuck you." We both loved to see the rosy cheeks appear from
under the fabric.  She spontaneously has kept her legs well parted.  The
light coming from under her belly sexily traversed her mound.  Her clit
pushing itself out of its hood testified of her arousal.  Her head still
glued to my own pleasure bud transmuted her own need into my pleasure.  I
almost took pity on her at the condition of her folds.  My partner of the
day spoke to her charge.  "My love get out from under my clothes, we have a
nice treat waiting for you outside." He straightens up sporting a bulging
erection and an embarrassed look.  He was not proud of it, nor was he
enjoying it as so many of those submissive type men.  Still I was sure he
would not change his position for anything else.  His eyes clutched on the
stunning display of the light filtering through my pet leg's intersection.
He had no idea how to get his pole to plunge in place.  Fortunately my
partner in crime, who was reveling herself as a talented director, spoke:
"You know where you should put it my love?  Go behind her and enjoy." He
blushed while hobbling, with his pants lowered, toward his reward.  As soon
as he got behind my sweetie he made the plunge, pumping with evident
satisfaction.  Before I could intervene to make sure he knew the rule my
partner added: "My love you cannot ejaculate inside her.  You spurt out of
there, on her back." He tried to ignore her but she was ferocious screaming
"Stop it now, get out of her.  Now." Her voice must have carried some magic
because he did adding a glistening dick to the already good display of
Sodome ass.  "My love did you hear me about your bursting." This time he
answered.  "Yes honey, I will spurt my semen out of her, rest assured of
that." With that he got back to his main interest.  My partner, fascinated
by his face, locked her gaze into his to exchange strange emotions, now
that her desire to enslave him was out of the closet.  His reluctant
acceptation was a pretty usual answer.  His mounting pleasure and the
effect on my bunny was transmitted to my bud still in close contact with
warm lips.  His moaning reach a peak when he took his instrument out
frenetically moving his hand up and down his shaft to produce a clear
strong spurt of come that covered my pet ass and back almost reaching to my
dress.  My partner surprised me again by her words uttered in a soft and
compelling voice.  "My love, suck your come away from her back we do not
want to let her sullied." Crimson, he put heart to the task to lick his
come away from my pet skin even the one that had seeped between her beloved
ass cheeks.  Unfortunately our time got short.  We exchanged card with my
new partner.  Sodome put on her whore dress and off we went to the event of
the evening.

   Soon after Sodome followed Silvana in the elevator of a gorgeous
building.  Silvana pressed on the button to the 30th floor.  An inviting
smile arise on her face to say: "Strip yourself nude Sweetie." My cunt,
already engorged by the game in the park, reacted to the embarrassing order
with some extra thick production.  I smiled lovingly to my Mistress,
enjoying the tingling of my lower belly, while lifting and removing my
dress to fold it neatly.  She was pushing me in doing what I always wanted
my slaves to do but never really dare.  If I had known better Trish would
be blushing and gushing for me.  Unfortunately, HER relentless demands to
offer my body in public turned me on, commanding my attitudes. 
Straightening my bosom to project the best light on my upper curves got me
recompensed.  Her finger sliding on my slit, insisting leisurely on the
button, made me moan while spreading the lubricant over my nether lips.  I
could not repress a burst of anxiety when the lift reached its stop. 
Silvana added: "In this place you get out of the lift with nothing on you
except your upper trim.  Don't forget, even I do not prod you or if I'm not
here." My life played my phantasma of some years past except that my own
hairless glistening labia detached themselves in the center of my hips. 
Her tone and the expression on her face reached my inner being spawning a
wave of pulsating warmth irradiating from my belly to the end of my limb. I
was in love with her too.  She holds me under her spell.  My lips were
fervently kissing her hand when the door opened directly into a fabulous
top floor apartment relieving my apprehension for a nude traversal of a
public corridor.  A male servant, greeting Silvana by her name and ignoring
me, ushered her in a dressing room.  Eyes to the floor, I kept close to my
Mistress, imagining his gaze scanning avidly my shape.  I helped Silvana in
an impressive evening gown.  Her silky luxurious underwear, that I knew so
well from picking them up from her bathroom or folding them in the laundry
room, brought me the nostalgia of previous times when I could wear those at
my discretion.  Will I ever feel again the comfort of silk covering my
crotch?  In Madame boudoir, green with touches of red, Silvana and our
hostess warmly saluted each other, before sinking themselves into plush
armchairs ignoring my whereabouts.  I breathe deeply to keep the anger,
steaming from being left out, away from my Mistress perception.  The male
servant came back with some tea for them.  They were engrossed in their
talk.  My eyes, safely, locked on from the floor let me in the doubt about
their gaze on my body.  Finally the conversation got to the subject of my
person.  "Turn around, sweetie, show yourself." My arms shot around my head
to prep my breasts into their best profile for a slow turning and
undulating of my all body.  Madame clapped with enthusiasm adding:
"Ravishing, how long since her submission?" "Actually only four month. 
Enjoy the privilege of her first day completely broken.  Yesterday she may
have put some restraint on her salutations.  Until today she had the bad
habit of putting some sort of fight to avoid embarrassment instead of
genuinely searching for her Mistress pleasure." Madame crooked finger
invite me closer until I bowed for her.  She took my chin in her hand to
look deep into my eyes.  Satisfied by her peek into my soul she seized my
dangling tit between her fingers to lead a sharply blushing me to a
horizontal piece of wood padded with velvet.  The valet adjusted the height
for my waist.  Still pursuing my Mistress honor I slanted down, legs well
separated, popping my rear in front of them.  My clit itched for a touch
with the velvet.  If only I could freely hump the fabric.  My cheeks were
burning like if I had been slapped.  Madame hand slides on the crevices
every girl was suppose to protect from the public, flattering my bud.  Some
warmth irrigated my butt as well.  The blushing turned worst with
experience.  Stroked in this familiar position by some stranger for the
hundredth time, I was still crimson like the first time my boy friend
reached under my panties at the movie.  Silvana voice cut into my
fantasies. "Sweetie, stop humping yourself, it is no decent behavior.  It
shames me." I almost jump up to complain about the unfairness of the
statement.  She was stroking me!  If I did stood she may whip me.  I went
limp in half despair.  Madame said: "She was humping my finger.  I found it
quite cute.  Shall we whip her ass for that?" "No, except for gross
disobedience I rather add to her weekly punishment.  For minor infraction
she is whipped every Wednesday at home.  A show I recommend if you have
some spare time.  I will write her down for two extra blows.  You can spank
her for the power of immediate reaction.  In that position it is tempting
and convenient but first make sure her clit is humping the air.  I
apologize for her." "That's OK.  The greediness of the poor thing adds to
her charms.  I wonder if she is blushing because of the novelty of the
situation or if she already had been bottom up before." "Nothing new for
her in the station of her posterior.  She does blush often, I wonder why?"
"Can I ask her?" "Sure you are the one deciding to accept her for your
meetings.  The deal is no whipping but except that she is all yours.  Feel
free to question her or rough her butt and tits." That was a scoop to me. I
was to be at Madam service for tonight.  It send my though on Marylyn and
how futile my attempt to keep my standing with her had been.  Another
individual added on the growing list of controller of the posture of my
butt.  Again the eternal question of why shall I do it came to me.  "I will
call her wet rose in memory of the rosyness of her cheeks and the wetness
of her slit.  Tell us wet rose about the blushing." Her aggressive toying
with my genital took all my concentration away.  How could I explain
anything with my head and breast upside down?  If I had any spine I would
stand up, get dress and go home.  My mind was blank.  Blushing, she
questioned about it.  Why did I blush so often?  At the beginning I thought
that it would go away with practice.  Six month later it worsened.  I
poured my heart in a trembling voice: "I hate being played with.  I'm
ashamed of the lack of character my amenable behavior shows.  Everything in
me tells me to revolt against abasing orders but I cannot because my master
would send me away.  I tried to live without him.  My existence became
miserable.  I came back and comply.  He got me where I'm today step by
step. Never would I have imagined such mortification like currently.  I
lost any self-respect when he secured the right to whip my ass every week.
This happening permeates my decisions: tomorrow I will offer my hind to the
lash and the best I behave now the shorter it will be.  Obeying expose that
and make me blush." Her finger, concentrating on my most responsive area,
frigged vigorously the exact dot that makes me melt.  Part of my problem
was the blatancy of my control buttons.  "Great talk Wet rose but my
vantage point of view on an extremely imparting zone of your being tells me
that you miss something." With that she stopped the frigging to deliver a
hearty spanking.  She paused to continue: "Do you know what I refer to?"
She was right.  The gushing from my slit provoked by those treatments was
the core reason of my blushing but I was not ready to say it.  Let her
think what she wanted.  "No Madam I do not see." She pinched ferociously my
labia.  I controlled a scream, more theatrical than real pain.  "It does
not matter.  Tell me how did you get involved into power play." Dizzy, from
the upside down position of my head, added to the dexterity of her
manipulations.  I was loosing any control.  I could not overtly tell her to
go to hell with her question nor could I respond properly.  May be it will
be accepted as physical danger if I plainly say it like that: "Madam, I'm
very dizzy with my head upside down." She evaluated the deepness of my
distress choosing to bring another trestle to rest my head and shoulder
upon.  It was much better on a physical point of view.  "Madam, six years
ago I realized that some people craved being used as much as I was craving
to dominate.  Their bending to my demands filled with passion the beginning
of my adult life.  For a long time I was perfectly happy to see them wiggle
under my whips or fight to pamper me.  Your actual view of me is what I was
used to see at the onset of my enrolment in power play." "What made you
change side?" "Raven maleness." "What do you continue if you hate so much
strangers playing with your secret part?" I could only repeat my lame
statement.  "Madam, I do not know." It earned me a flight of swat.  Why
don't I tell her that it gets me hot?  I knew that to be the reason.  As
crazy as it was my actual position got me hotter.  I had been initiated to
a new level of intensity in my sexual activity.  It was childish not to say
because it makes me hot.  "I cannot understand what stop you from telling
the obvious which is that it makes you hot.  Fortunately I do not really
care.  Somehow those unpredictable barriers you have to your condition add
to the interest you create.  Valet, come, and screw her for me.  Give me a
couple of dive in there." His hungry cock, tense and insecure like the Jim
of old, rammed my vagina childishly, profiteering from the occasion without
any pride located in his gun.  The result of my effort to guide him toward
the best zone of my core carried him on the edge of a poor orgasm.  He was
enjoying the ride.  I pitied him to ignore the immense possible.  Madam
intervene:

   "That's enough of her pussy, plow her other hole." He popped out of my
wide canal to push him into the tighter one.  I accommodate him without any
problem.  The enema, the butt plug and the well oiled condition of the
thing made it a breeze.  Again my message of availability and patience fall
on a deaf skin.  His satisfaction closed in my humiliation, certainly a
major element of the game, push him out of the quality target of my silky
interior.  His bestial enjoyment, obvious in his grunt and hoarse cries,
did not let his plateau gather any power.  A dozen extra pushes from his
hips would have brought him to orgasm if Madam had not decided to aggravate
my belittlement with her order: "Fuck her mouth." I forgot about the
reality to concentrate on the reminder of Silvana taste on my lips.  My
mind roamed the games we played in the park while his tool, ramming my wide
open mouth, made my jaw sore and the back of my throat uncomfortable. 
Where was the delicate balance of the last suck I gave to Jim or the sweet
taste of my Mistress one hour ago?  Madam checked my obedience with this
rough instrument but my love for my Mistress bound me to my place. 
Definitely tamed, I endured a rough mouthfuck with a smile.  Fortunately a
maid, entering the room to tell Madam first guests' arrival, changed her
priorities.  In my back she show out some object to Silvana.  They bawl
happily about it for a while.  From their babbling I quickly inferred some
huge dildo.  Silvana enthusiasm about the delicacy of the carving
contrasted with Madam urgency to stuff it into any of the two holes still
offered to her discretions.  I could only hope for my vagina.  The fool
still pumped enthusiastically, although crudely, in my mouth when, without
warning, the head of the thing pushed its way into the right hole.  I had
to breathe slowly to let it in with grace the widest thing I had never
enclosed by far.  It proved quite long too, reaching high into my belly. 
Satisfied with the intromission, to my great relief, Madam turned to her
man to stop his pistoning.  The pressure on my jaw was gone.  I marveled to
the fact that I had not gagged.  She plunged again her gaze into mine to
comment to Silvana for my benefit: "She hated the fuck my guy gave her. 
The poor girl is well tamed but not yet expert in social control.  I will
take her for the next eight weeks.  It will teach her some of it." I was
appalled by the news.  Was I going to spend the next eight weeks here?  I
did not want that.  Could I avoid it?  I was flush with anger and anxiety.
Fortunately I kept it all to myself confident that Silvana nor Jim will
want to be away from their play thing from such a long time.  In the
meantime Madam fixed a belt to my belly then engaged me to stand holding
the thing inside.  The shear size of its base forced my thigh open.  Madam
used three leather garters to hold it in place with at least two inches
out. She explained that this way it could not get out but each time I sat
or stand it would go up or down.  She recommended a slow contact with seats
to avoid a brusque push on it.  Silvana, tenderly caressing my back and my
buttock, whispered me her pride for my complete obedience.  Hiding the
displeasure from the mouth fuck will have to be the next step but she took
it as a proof of love for her.  I was gushing again from her compliments
and her attention on my sensitive areas.  Back to a sexual plateau, Madam
added to my discomfiture: "She stop wetting when he abused her but a word
from you bring her back to when she arrived." She added for her valet: "Her
dress is in the blue room.  Bring her there, let her dress and take her in
the reception room where the guest are.  Make sure the strap have the
proper tension and height." She went out with Silvana.  My mouth fucker
turn to me smiling nicely, a definitive surprise: "Go first wet rose.  I
would not miss your butt walking through the corridors in this attire for a
million dollar." The man, as stupid as can be, exacerbated the difficulty
of my position when I was already as vulnerable as a girl can be: naked in
an unknown house under the surveillance of a sex starved beast with an
humongous dildo prodding around my interiors with each step.  One could not
walk naturally with it.  Like it or not, every shove of the thing stirred a
powerful sensation in my insides, each rubbing of my legs increased the
arousal.  Will he patted my appealing, defenseless moons.  Should I ignore
him?  Let him have his way?  Encourage him for more?  Madam had not given
instructions.  What would satisfy Silvana?  What would turn Raven on?  I
never produced any gratifying reaction from him by keeping any dignity.  He
always broke my spirit, leveraging his directions, often contraries to my
own stated choices, on the gush from my feminity.  My new personae, a good
slave willing to please her Masters in every aspect of their request, may
allow him to reinforce me.  Silvana saw me sent away with him in this
precarious situation.  I was this valet prize.  The only betterment in my
power was to relax my jaw to avoid being hurt by his pumping.  I must be
obsessed by the image of a hand going on my exposed moon because here again
my precious buttock reached the room without any embarrassment beyond its
exposition.  A beautiful long dress, my savior, lies on a couch.  I was
drooling, enthralled to wear it.  My last time in such a fancy garment in
society predated my submission to Raven.  I advanced to catch it when he
grabbed the back strap holding the invader, generating a powerful move in
my inside, to stop me.  I caught my breath, anxious for his next move. 
"Stop there, beauty.  Madam asked me to check those strap.  Move your knees
a part I need to see where it goes when you hold still." I complied
scrupulously.  He looked expertly at the situation between my legs before
uttering:

   "The strap is too short there is not enough movement when you sit."
Having said so he proceeded to extend the leather setting holding the
article.  The pressure on my groin eased bringing a mix of relief and
emptiness to my mind.  He showed me a chair next to the dress: "Sit slowly,
wet rose, and the dildo will bore its way without pain.  Practice three
four time so you will be gracious for the surrounding company." The first
time my hands, slowing the descent toward the chair, allowed the thing a
smooth ride through my hollow.  Controlling the speed made the activity
delicious.  The sway of rigid matter, so deep inside, sent shameful shivers
all over me, which overjoyed him: "You like it.  Stand up and sit again but
no hands this time." Crimson, as usual in such circumstances, I performed
the requested move using the muscles in my thigh to slow down the slide of
the invader.  Each reenactment strengthened the uncomely shivers. 
Satisfied with my control of the exercise, he said "Kneel down, wet rose.
My turn to enjoy ride." His cock slinging in front of my mouth left no
doubt about his intended mode of satisfaction.  My jaw, lax through the
complete operation, provided a perfect gateway to the deep of my throat,
which provided him an abundant pleasure.  The dress, so smooth on my skin,
produced a sense of security reinforced by my image in the mirror.  The
intense comfort brought by such an attractive garment cannot be fully
understood without missing it for a while.  In a great mood about my
abilities, I followed him to the reception room for a pleasant dinner.

   The invader lodged deep into my belly kept me on the edge without
removing any ability to exchange socially with my co dinner.  The simple
joy, denied to me for months, of being clothed, seated and served cheered
me a lot.  On various occasion my mistress, seated three people away,
embarrassed me with discreet allusion to the mineral presence warming
itself in my interiors.  For some reason it did not interfere with the
conversation.  My immediate neighbors, dominant wanabee except for one
undecided woman, drove me nuts with questions about my switch and my actual
predicament.  Before dessert, my Mistress ended my vacation: "Sodome will
you please undress to help with dessert." Sad to loose the protection of
the fabric but totally eager to humor her, I unbuttoned the four button in
front before casually spreading the fabric away from my breast to disengage
the shoulders and let it fall along my hips up to the point where it reach
the floor leaving the protruding black plastic between my thigh in the
center of everybody attention.  Lifting my feet to disengage myself
completely from the garment provided an occasion to begin the show of my
shape in casual movement.  Relieved to have performed well the operation
that some time ago seemed totally out of reach I continued to work toward
my mistress glory while folding the dress and bringing dessert to the
dinner.  Encouraged by Silvana the apprentice Master experimented with the
movement of the thing reaching sensitive area and thrilled at the effect it
had on my senses.  I must confess that all along the evening the perpetual
agitation of the wide rod, transmitted through the sensitive inner corral
to a large set of sensitive area around my vagina, kept on the edge of an
orgasm that only the regular sight of my Mistress could keep at bay.  If I
could keep it away she will initiate the succulent explosion herself.

   The night in Silvana's room let me deliciously melted.