I still can't believe how quickly I was able to tame Becky. She wasn't behaving and reacting anything like I had expected. I had honestly thought that she would fight and resist everything for weeks, but she seemed to be embracing her new role with gusto.
When Lisa's body had been licked clean, Becky looked up at me and quietly asked, "Did I good Master?"
I wasn't sure if she was asking me about her cleaning job, or about her performance overall today. Figuring it was the latter, I bent down, and stroking the top of her head affectionately, told her, "You did very well today slave. You've please your Master greatly." At that, a stunning smile broke out on Becky's face and she seemed to positively glow from the praise.
Again, I was stunned by the reaction of Becky to the whole situation. This was working out better than I had ever imagined it would.
"OK slave, lets get dressed and then we need to get Lisa dressed as quickly as possible." Sensing a change in my attitude toward her, she nearly leapt up and with a noticeable bounce in her step began dressing herself as quickly as she could. Once we were both fully clothed, we retrieved Lisa's discarded clothing and began re-applying it in reverse order.
Leaving the bra fastening to Becky again, we soon had her fully dressed and propped back in her original seat. As I had expected, within 5 minutes Lisa began to awaken from her stupor. From the supply closet I watched through the crack in the door, as Lisa slowly shook off the effects of the drugs and began looking about the classroom in confusion.
When Lisa seemed to be fully back, Becky explained to her, "You must be over-exerting yourself with your cheerleading Ms. Beaumont. Right in the middle of our conversation, you just slumped over and fell asleep on your desk. I think it best if you head home and get a good nights rest. You should feel right as rain by tomorrow morning."
"Geez, did I? I guess I have been pushing myself too hard this last week. Maybe I need to pace myself a little more. Thanks Ms. O'Hare. I'll see you tomorrow then." And with that, she rose and left the classroom.
Once I was sure Lisa was gone, I exited the closet and approached Becky's desk. "Don't make any plans for tomorrow night slave. I think we have a new little whore to train."
"Yes Master," she replied with a small smile on her face.
CHAPTER 6
I awoke the next morning refreshed and ready for the final phase of my plan. I had spent last night preparing for it by editing the new photos sufficiently so that the only identifiable person in the photos was Lisa, and so that the location could not be determined either.
With photos and shopping list packed away in my bag, I headed off for school with a noticeable bounce in my step. I had enough dirt now to guarantee the submission of the 2 prettiest girls in school for as long as I desired.
The only class I had scheduled today with Becky and Lisa was Science class which was conveniently set down for the last period of the day. So as a way to pass the time and also to further the education of Becky, I arranged another lunch play date.
Once the lunch bell sounded, I began making my way toward Becky's class. Thankfully, she was alone upon my arrival.
The difference in her was immediately noticeable. Where as only two days ago, my arrival would have elicited a reaction of dismay and even dread, she now appeared to be eagerly anticipating my next move.
Closing the door behind me, I quietly approached her desk and stood beside her. As soon as I made eye contact with her, her head immediately bowed and she kept her eyes downcast in a subservient manner.
"Slave, I want you to get undressed and crawl under your desk." Her desk was the old wooden type which was completely enclosed on all sides except for the side in which you would sit. This side was obviously left open so as to allow the person space to place their legs under the desk. The space was also barely large enough to conceal a small adult should one decide to hide there.
Without hesitation Becky replied, "Yes Master," and began quickly removing her clothing. Once naked she lowered herself onto her hands and knees and crawled into the enclosure, turning herself about until she was facing outwards.
Taking her clothes, I placed them in my school bag and then said, "I want you to stay slave. I'll be back in a few minutes. If you remain absolutely still and quiet, you likely won't be noticed under there."
A shocked look briefly flashed across Becky's face. "Please Master, don't leave me. I'll be good, I promise," she pleaded with these big puppy dog eyes.
Her plea was so pitiful, I actually felt momentarily bad about it, but I reminded myself that I had never planned on truly leaving her alone. I just wanted her to think that I had. Without another word, I turned and left the room, purposely leaving the door to the room wide open.
I stood in the hallway for roughly 5 minutes, just long enough to panic her a little bit. I'm sure to her it probably felt like an hour. Just as I was about to enter the classroom again, Jason Gillis, a friend of mine just happened to be walking by.
Standing in the doorway, I raised my voice high enough so as to ensure Becky would be able to hear me. "Hey Jason, what's up?"
"Not much man. What are you doing here?" he replied.
"Ah, that bitch Ms. O'Hare asked to speak with me at lunch today. I'm just waiting here for her."
Nodding his head, "You still pissed at her about failing ya, eh?" he asked.
"Yeh, but don't worry, she'll get what's coming to her." I replied.
"OK man, take it easy," and then Jason continued on down the hall.
Once Jason was out of sight, I closed the door to the classroom and quietly crept up to the desk. Straining my ears, I could not make out a single sound. Slowly peering around the corner, I could see Becky kneeling on the floor as motionless as a statue. She had a wild panicked look on her face.
Figuring she had been tortured enough I walked around to the front of her desk and sat in her chair facing her. She didn't say a word, but looked up at me with these big round saucer eyes filled with noticeable fear. "It's all right slave, we're alone," I reassured her.
A wave of relief seemed to ripple through her body at hearing that, and then she broke into tears crying softly, "I'm sorry Master. Whatever I did to disappoint you, I promise I'll try harder to please you. I didn't mean to disappoint you Master. Please give me another chance," she begged through her quiet sobs.
The display of such raw emotion, and her belief that she had done something wrong and her earnest desire to please me, pulled hard at my heart strings. I had to fight the urge to reach out and embrace and comfort her, and to tell her that she had done nothing wrong. I really wanted to stay angry at her for failing me in school, but her complete acceptance of her new role and her utter submission to me, was quickly weakening my resolve.
Scrambling to figure out something to say, I mumbled out, "It's all right slave," as I stroked her hair. "I know you didn't mean to disappoint me and I believe you when you say you'll try harder to please me."
She nodded her head visibly at this, and began wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh yes Master. Thank you Master. I will try harder, I promise."
"OK slave, before we can get dressed I need a little relief here," gesturing to my crotch.
"Yes Master." And without a further word from me, she shuffled forward on her knees and quickly began unfastening my belt and jeans. Once she had them undone and pulled down my legs, I scooted my ass down to the edge of the chair to give her fuller access to my cock.
With no hesitation at all she began to lick the entire length of my cock until it was completely covered in saliva and was rock hard. Rising up on her knees, she then brought the tip of my cock to her mouth and began bobbing up and down on its length. Before long, she had taken most of my cock in her mouth and I could feel on each downstroke my cock bumping against the back of her mouth.
Putting my hands on the back of her head and applying gentle pressure down, I gave the signal that I was ready for her to start deep-throating it. Again, without hesitation, she began to drive her head down hard on my cock ramming its length into her throat. The room was soon filled with the beautiful sounds of my new slave gagging on each downstroke.
Eyes watering from the constant gagging, and struggling for breath, she continued to brutally fuck her throat on my cock without any coercion or pressure from me. She almost seemed possessed in her determination to make her 'imagined wrong-doing' up to me.
I soon found it hard to control myself and began moaning in pleasure, "Oh God slave. That's it. You're doing a great job throat-fucking my cock. You're going to make me cum slave. That's it. Here it comes. Now don't pull out when I cum. Leave it in your throat slave." And with a final thrust I jammed my cock its full length into her throat and holding down on the back of her head, unloosed my semen directly into her belly.
Between grunts as spurt after spurt of my cum emptied into her throat, I can hear her gagging and struggling for breath. When finally the last spurt is gone, I release my hold on the back of her head and allow her to finally withdraw my cock from her throat.
With great gasping breaths, she inhales her first few lungs of air, which then brings on a spasm of coughing. After a minute she finally manages to get her breathing and coughing under control and sits back on her haunches to await my next command.
What a pitiful mess she looked. From the crying and gagging, her makeup around her eyes was completely destroyed. Her nose was running and her hair was plastered to her forehead from sweat.
"You've pleased me greatly slave," I said, patting the top of her head.
A big smile flashed across her face. "Thank you Master."
"You'd best get yourself cleaned up. Classes will be resuming soon," as I hand her the clothing from my bag.
"Yes Master," grabbing the proffered clothes thankfully.
"After science class today, I want you to ask Lisa to stay behind again. I think its time we let her in on what I have in store for her. Can you do that for me slave?" I asked.
"Of course Master" she quickly replied.
With that, I took my leave of Becky to grab a quick lunch before heading back to classes for the afternoon. It was with nervous anticipation that I awaited the confrontation with Lisa after school. It was exactly the same feeling I had when I first confronted Becky at the start of the week. Now 5 short days later, I was preparing to start the process with Lisa. Though in reality I knew it was only 5 days which had passed, it already seemed a lifetime ago.
CHAPTER 7
Science class seemed to take forever to end. It was literally like one of those Charlie Brown cartoons, where all you hear from the teacher is a "waa, waa, waa" sound as she speaks. It was like this with Becky too. My mind couldn't focus on what was being said as it was too preoccupied trying to figure out Becky's newest behaviour and about what was going to happen with Lisa.
It was with great relief when the buzzer did finally sound.
"Ms. Beaumont, I'd like you to stay for a few minutes after class please," Becky called out over the din of the class leaving school for the weekend.
Staying in my seat until the class had emptied out, I could see Lisa begin to look questioningly in my direction. Once the class was empty, I motioned to Becky about the door. Taking my cue she walked over and closed the door.
"Uh, Ms. O'Hare, why do you need to see me and why is 'he' here?" emphasizing the word 'he' with obvious disdain.
"Actually Lisa, I'm the one who called this meeting," I interjected.
"You? What the hell do you want loser?" she questioned with an obvious tone of contempt.
"Now look here Ms...." Becky began to admonish, before being silenced with a hand gesture from me.
Lisa's attitude only bolstered my resolve to follow through with my plan to blackmail her. "I think its best if you have a seat Lisa," I replied reasonably.
"I don't think so...I'm out of here loser," she said haughtily. And turning about, she began to march imperiously towards the door.
"Well alright then Lisa. But that image you tried so hard over the years to cultivate is going to take an awful beating when everybody in school sees this tomorrow," holding up a brown envelope containing the photos.
That stopped her dead in her tracks. Her reputation was everything to her. "See what?" she asked suspiciously as she turned to face me.
"Aw look, don't worry about it. You can see Monday with everyone else." I replied nonchalantly.
"See what you loser?" she asked angrily.
"You know Lisa, you really should get that attitude in check, because you're not helping your case any." I warned.
"Fuck you loser. See what?" She said as she came to stand several paces in front of me.
Shaking my head in disappointment, I replied "You will be held responsible for your disrespect Lisa."
"Fuck you asshole. What the hell do you have in there?" She was obviously losing control.
Raising my voice, I yelled "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT DOWN."
A shocked look flashes across her face as she recoils from my voice, and then hastily sits down without another word. In a calmer voice, I stated, "If what I have here were to become public knowledge Lisa, your reputation would be ruined forever."
Placing the envelope on the desk in front of her, I step back to observe her reaction. At first she doesn't move, but intently stares at the sealed brown envelope in front of her. Finally, with a slightly shaking hand she reaches out and takes the envelope and tears it open at one end. As she dumps the photos out and begins to look at each, her face blanches a dreadful white and the shakes become much more pronounced. First a shocked and then a fearful expression play across her visage as she begins to slowly shake her head no.
"What...how...I don't understand?" she asks in confusion looking up at me with eyes quickly filling with tears.
"Well Lisa, I think its pretty obvious now isn't it? These pictures show us what a slut you really are. I'm sure all of your friends will love to see these." I reply mockingly.
"But these pictures...I didn't...where did they come from?"
"Where or how really doesn't matter now, does it? All that matters is what everyone will think when they see copies of these plastered all over the school. These pictures will be on every porn website across the state within days. You'll be famous Lisa." I add brightly.
"How...you bastard. How dare you do this to me! You'll pay for this!" she threatened. Turning to Ms O'Hare she asks, "Ms. O'HARE, do you see what he is trying to do? Aren't you going to do something about this?"
While all of this had been going on, Becky had quietly retreated to her seat and had been watching the entire scene intently. "Well Ms. Beaumont, I really don't think there is anything I can do here. I think it best you listen to Mr. Drake."
"WHAT? I don't understand!" she practically screamed.
"I'll make it very simple for you Lisa. You have a decision to make and I am going to give you 3 hours to make it. At precisely 7pm tonight, you will present yourself at this address and be prepared to accept the consequences for your behavior," I said passing her a piece of paper. "If you do this then what is contained on these photos will never go beyond the people in this room and your reputation will be safe. If you choose not to be at that address at the appointed hour, then all bets are off and we will see how you try to explain to the entire school what a slut you are. Do you understand Lisa?" I asked.
'But why are..." She begins.
"Ah, ah, ah," I cut her off raising my hand for silence. "I simply want to know if you understand what I have just said. The discussion on this matter is over. You be there at 7pm and everything will go away, or you don't, and you deal with the consequences on Monday. Now do you understand?" I ask enunciating the words of my last sentence very slowly and clearly.
A small nod of her head is all the response I get.
"Very well, you may go now Lisa. Decide well." as I dismiss her with a wave of my hand.
Still in shock, Lisa shakily rises from her seat and stumbles out of the classroom clutching the piece of paper with the address written on it.
Turning to look at Becky, I see that she is intently watching Lisa depart the classroom with an almost excited look on her face. At this point I'm not even sure who is more excited about this - me or Becky? Taking a closer look I can see her chest rising and falling more rapidly than normal and her nipples are noticeably erect beneath her blouse.
I reach out and grab her left nipple and squeeze it hard, eliciting a quick yelp of pain from Becky. "Well, I see my slave is turned on by other people's humiliation as well."
She blushes a deep red at this statement and quickly bows her head in shame.
"To prepare for tonight, I have made a list of things I will need you to acquire at a store," I said, pulling a folded note from my school bag and handing it to her. On it, I had written down numerous items which can only be purchased from a sex shop. Some of the items listed were things like nipple clamps, strap-ons, butt plugs, and wrist and ankle cuffs. The total bill for the items on the list would likely be in the $600 to $800 range. I figure Becky makes enough money to afford that. To her credit, she didn't even bat an eye when she looked over the list.
"Yes Master" she quickly replied.
"I'll be at your place around 6:30pm tonight. Ensure you're back by then slave," I instructed.
With a small bow of her head she replied, "Yes Master."
Grabbing my bag, I turn about and walk out of the classroom, pondering the issue of whether Lisa will show up tonight or not. Either way, her life was going to change drastically. She deserved everything that was about to come her way.
CHAPTER 8
6:30pm finally rolls around and I find myself standing on the doorstep of Becky's home. Her house is in a quiet suburb and is on a piece of property surrounded by trees and high shrubs. Not even bothering to ring the bell, I simply grab the knob and enter the house.
Becky, who had been sitting on the couch watching TV, looks up with a startled look on her face as I entered unannounced. She quickly jumps to her feet and rushes over to stand in front on me, eyes downcast as she quietly murmurs, "Welcome Master."
"Thank you slave. Now why don't you show me all the things you bought today?" Referring to the list of sex toys I had given her earlier.
"Yes Master," she replies as she turns and trots off into the kitchen, only to return seconds later holding a large gym bag.
Sitting down on the couch, I take the bag from Becky and begin sorting through it, silently inventorying everything in it making a mental note for later use. After I am satisfied that everything I had asked for was there, I turn my attention to the interior of the house. Getting up from the couch, I ask Becky to give me a short tour so that I will be able to familiarize myself with the furniture and the layout.
By 7pm I was finished the tour and had taken some time to arrange the furniture and lay out some of the equipment I had brought with me, including the hidden camera I had used in the locker room earlier. I found myself checking my watch practically every 30 seconds. Though I was trying not to show it, I was a bundle of raw nerves as I waited to see if Lisa was going to show up. As I wandered throughout the house, Becky simply followed a step behind me ready to answer any question I might ask or to perform any task I might give her. Not once did she question me or inquire about what was going to happen tonight. Her total submission and acceptance of everything still had me a little baffled.
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By 7:02 pm I had myself convinced that Lisa was not going to show, when the door bell suddenly rang. Turning to Becky I ordered, "Kneel." She quickly dropped to her knees in the middle of the livingroom. "Stay."
I then turned and strode over to the front door, peering through the window at the person standing there. Amazingly, it was Lisa. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a small powder blue t-shirt and was fidgeting nervously with her clothes as she stood there. Despite her rather ordinary clothes, she looked gorgeous standing there on the doorstep.
Opening the door slowly, I immediately announced "You're late. You were told to be here at precisely 7pm and my watch now reads 7:03pm. That is unacceptable."
"I'm sorry I had a little difficulty finding the place," she quickly replied. "Look, can we talk about this whole situation? I'm sure there's something we can work out. I have some money saved up - I can pay you. Please don't do this to me."
"Lisa, I told you the discussion on this matter was over. You had a decision to make and this is your final chance to change your mind. If you step through this door, then you must be prepared to accept the consequences for your behaviour without question. Everything will be kept between us if you decide this route. If you choose not to step through this door, then leave immediately, but you had best be prepared to deal with the fame come Monday. Everyone, and this includes your parents and priest, will be receiving copies of these photos." I threatened.
"Please...." she pleaded with a pathetic look on her face.
"Decide now."
"Alright, I'll come in. But you need to promise that no one will ever see those pictures." she argued.
"I promise," stepping aside to allow Lisa room to step into the front foyer. Once she was inside, I quickly closed the door and locked it.
She continued to nervously fidget with her clothing as she quickly surveyed the interior of the house. A little gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she caught sight of Ms. O'Hare quietly kneeling on the floor of the living room. "What the hell...?" she asked questioningly.
"Ms. O'Hare has agreed to help me tonight. That's all you need to know." I quickly answered. "Now come stand here," motioning to a spot on the floor in the middle of the room.
She hesitantly walked over and stood beside me.
"Now remember Lisa, you do exactly as I say tonight, and everything will be kept just between us. Your reputation will not be ruined. Fail to do that, and all bets are off. We clear on that?" I asked.
A small nod of her head.
"Very well. Take off your clothes."
"What?" she immediately asks.
"Wow, you must be the stupidest woman alive Lisa. I just finished saying that 'you must do exactly as I say tonight' or else, and on the first order given, you question me," I replied sarcastically. "Alright, get out. All bets are off. I'm going to start sending those photos out now."
"No...Wait...Please. I'll do it." she replied dejectedly. And with shaking hands she grabbed hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor at her feet she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest covering the bra that covered her breasts.
Backing up several steps, I sat down on the couch and tried to relax a bit as I watched Lisa put on a makeshift strip tease for me. When she appeared to hesitate I motioned with my hand for her to continue.
Slowly uncrossing her arms, she reached down to the button on her skin-tight jeans and, with a bit of fumbling, managed to pop it open. She then pulled down the zipper and paused again. I imagine trying to build up the nerve to proceed to the next step. Moving her hands to the waist of her jeans she began to slide them down, wriggling her hips sexily as she tried to get them past her hips without pulling her panties down with them. Finally, when they were gathered around her ankles, she daintily stepped out of them and pushed them into the pile with her shirt. Her hands quickly went to cover her now exposed panties, forgetting about her breasts momentarily.
Obviously colour coordination was important to Lisa as she had chosen to wear a light blue pair of matching bra and panties to go with the blue jeans and blue t-shirt. When she appeared to hesitate again, I motioned with my hand once more for her to continue.
Her body was now practically vibrating, she was shaking that badly. She took her hands away from her panties and, reaching behind her, unfastened the clasp on her bra. It always amazed me at how quickly they were able to do that. I made a mental note to practice that skill so that I wouldn't look the fool next time I tried it. Grasping the shoulder straps of the bra, Lisa slowly rolled it down her arms until the cups finally fell away from her breasts. Though nowhere near the size of Becky's, they were still perfect to behold and perfectly fit with Lisa's body structure.
Dropping the bra onto the pile of clothes forming by her feet, she then reached down to the waist of her panties and slowly began rolling them down her legs. When they were finally around her ankles, she stepped out of them and pushed them over with the rest of her clothes. She now stood completely naked before me. Of course modesty was getting the best of her as she was trying her hardest to cover up her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
Though I had already seen her naked once before, the sight of her standing before me trying desperately to cover herself up, was an incredibly erotic sight. I was instantly hard and was looking at her with a very hungry look in my eyes.
Out of the corner of one eye, I looked over at Becky to see how she was reacting to the whole situation. Her breathing had quickened again and her nipples were once again hard as rock underneath her blouse. Studying her expression, I could see she was excited but there was also a touch of jealousy again in those eyes. A little competition between slaves certainly couldn't hurt, I thought to myself.
"Put your hands at your side Lisa," I order.
Again, with only the slightest hesitation this time, she reluctantly lowered her arms until her hands, clenched tightly into fists, are held at her side. The urge to take her now is almost overpowering. I had fantasized about fucking Lisa ever since the day I met her and to be so close to her naked body was definitely having its effect on my self-control.
With another hand gesture, I motion for Lisa to begin slowly turning around so that I can get a look at her entire body.
Keeping her hands at her side, and with a face as red as a beet, she began to slowly turn around until her ass was facing me. Until today, I had not fully appreciated just how beautiful that ass really was. It was just so firm and perfect that I nearly came in my pants just looking at it. Trying to find a comfortable position for my raging hard on, I motion for Lisa to stop turning once she is facing me again. I then gestured towards the piece of furniture sitting several paces away in the middle of the floor with her. I had purposely placed the leather cushioned footstool in the centre of the room in anticipation of Lisa's arrival.
With Lisa standing before the footstool, I ordered "Kneel in front of it. Get your knees right up to it until they are touching it."
Lisa drops to her knees and shuffles forward until they are touching two of the legs of the footstool. "Now lay down across it and put your hands on the floor on the other side of the stool." The footstool was just wide enough that her entire mid-section to just below her breasts rested comfortably on the leather cushion.
Reaching into the gym bag of goodies, I pulled out two leather wrist cuffs and, walking over to stand beside the kneeling Lisa, fastened them about her wrists. She had a real worried expression on her face as she realized what they were. From the bag I also produced several lengths of nylon rope, and before she had time to protest, fastened her wrist cuffs to two of the footstool legs.
Lisa began to mewl softly, "Please don't do this to me. You don't have to do this. Please untie me Tim."
Ignoring her, I took several more lengths of rope and fastening them about each knee, tied them to the other two stool legs. Lisa was now securely fastened to the stool and would be unable to resist anything from this point on. Her surrender would now be complete.
It was now time to lay down the new ground rules as I now had her undivided attention. Standing close to her head forced her to crane her neck around as she tried in vain to look up at me as I spoke, "Now listen up. Its time to lay down the new ground rules for you. The first thing we're going to discuss is your new terms of address. That whore over there," gesturing at Becky, "belongs to me. She will do whatever I say without question. Isn't that right slave?" I ask.
Blushing deeply red, Becky whispers, "Yes Master."
A shocked look registers on Lisa's face. "In public she refers to me as Mr. Drake, but in private she addresses me as Master. For you Lisa, you have not earned the right to call me Master. You will refer to me as 'Sir' at all times. Any deviance from that will result in punishment. In public you will refer to her as Ms. O'Hare, but in private, it will be Ma'am - no exceptions. Is that clear, slut?" I ask, biting off the last word for emphasis.
"What? I don't understand..." she mumbles confusedly.
Grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head painfully back, I lower my face closer to hers and speak very slowly, "Then let me make this crystal clear for you. The hierarchy in your world has changed drastically. You are nothing but a worthless slut and you will do whatever I or Ms. O'Hare tell you to. You will refer to me at all times as 'Sir' and in private you will refer to Ms. O'Hare as Ma'am. If you fail to do any of that, then you will be punished. Is that a little more clear for you," I ask, as I shake her head painfully from side to side.
"Owww, yes, I understand," she growled.
'Obviously you don't," I quickly reply. Releasing her hair and standing up I order Becky, "Tell her what she did wrong slave."
"You should have said 'I understand, Sir'" she instructs Lisa.
"Well, I think its time for your first punishment slut. She'll learn the new rules very quickly, won't she slave?" I asked Becky.
"Yes Master, I know I did" she replied wistfully.
"Wait. No. I'm sorry. Stop. I understand Sir. I get it," she pleaded desperately.
Walking over to the bag I removed the paddle I had placed in it. It was the same one I had used on Becky's ass several days ago. While Lisa was still begging for forgiveness and pleading with me to stop, I walked behind her, and standing at her left hip, brought it sharply down on her left ass cheek.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
A high pitch shriek erupted from Lisa as I quickly brought the paddle down hard upon her other ass cheek, "Aww, fuck that hurts. Please stop," she howled.
"You see slave, this slut really is a slow learner," I joke with Becky.
"What? No, please stop Sir. See I remembered. No more," she begged.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
I began to rain blows down upon each ass cheek and across the backs of her upper thighs. After about 20 blows with the paddle, Lisa was a blubbering mess. Her ass and thighs were a bright red and she was bawling, and crying, begging for mercy. Lisa's makeup was destroyed, as evidenced by her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks. It was almost comical looking at her now. At school, Lisa had always taken great pains to ensure everything was picture perfect with her appearance. Her clothes, hair and makeup had to be just right all the time.
Once she had calmed down some and stopped crying I asked, "What's her name?" referring to Becky still quietly kneeling on the floor.
"Ms. O'Hare" she mumbled through sobs.
-SMACK-
"Wrong. Try again."
"Awww...it's Ma'am. Ma'am," she quickly added.
"That's right. And what's my name?" I asked.
Obviously catching on, she quickly replied, "Sir."
"Very good, and what's your name?" I ask, referring to herself.
"Lisa" she responds.
-SMACK-
-SMACK-
"Wrong. Try again."
"Aw fuck. Lisa Beaumont" she tries again.
-SMACK-
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These two were across the top of her thighs. "Wrong. Try again. I can do this all night."
"Oh God, please stop. I can't take anymore," she sobbed.
"What's your name?" I ask, raising my voice slightly.
"Slut?" she responds hesitantly, tensing up for the next blow.
"Very good slut. I knew you'd get it sooner or later. Now tell me, what are you?" I ask next.
"A girl?" she responds questioningly.
-SMACK-
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Two more across her thighs followed by more shrieks of pain. "And just when I though you were actually learning something, you go ahead and show how stupid you really are."
"Owwwwwww...I'm a slut. I'm a slut." She howls through gritted teeth.
"Very good. I think you're catching on now," I reply sarcastically.
Putting the paddle down now, I retrieve the digital camera from the bag and, without pause, begin snapping pictures of my handiwork. First some shots of the bright red ass and thighs and then moving around to the head, a few shots of her tear streaked face.
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"Oh God. Please no. Please don't take any pictures. I'm doing what you want, isn't that enough?" she pleaded.
"Slave, take the paddle," I order.
Becky jumps to her feet and runs over to where I had placed the paddle and scoops it up.
"Two more times to her ass slave, and they had better be hard ones, or it'll be your ass I paddle next," I threaten.
"Wait, no. What did I do wrong?" Lisa asks in a panic.
"Make that four more, slave," I add.
"No wait, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I forgot Sir. Please, I can't take any more Sir," she sobbed in a near panic.
Nodding my head at Becky, she raises the paddle, and bringing it down as hard as she could, and smacks Lisa four times across her already blistered ass.
Lisa wails in agony as her ass is set afire once again. "You'll learn sooner or later slut. It's entirely up to you how long this is going to go on for. Every infraction will be punished," I instruct.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Lisa sobs through her pain.
"Now are you going to question me any further slut?" I ask.
"No Sir."
"So I can do whatever I want, and you will not argue with me anymore?"
"Yes sir," she replies resignedly.
"Very well. Now look up at me slut and give me that award winning smile. Make me believe you're enjoying this."
With a pathetic look on her face, Lisa raises her head and tries to put on a big smile. I nearly burst out laughing at the sight. Her big smile provided such a contrast to her otherwise messed up face.
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"Get undressed slave," I order Becky.
She hastily complies and is soon standing naked behind Lisa's red ass. The sight of these two naked ladies, both completely under my control, took my breath away. They were both drop-dead gorgeous in their own right and having them submit completely to my will was almost too much to handle. It was like overload of the circuits.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself , I order Becky, "Slave, come around here," gesturing to where I was standing by Lisa's head.
Taking a few steps back to give Becky room to stand, I then ordered, "Stand right in front of her. Move right up. That's it. Put that cunt right up to her face."
Turning my attention to Lisa, "Don't look away slut. Do I need to beat your ass some more?" I ask.
She quickly turns her head back until she is staring straight into her science teachers naked pussy. She has a sickly look on her face.
"Have you ever licked a pussy before slut?" I ask.
"No....Sir," she quickly adds.
"Well, you'd better get used to it slut, because I have a feeling that Ms. O'Hare here, is going to be having you nose deep in there plenty of times in the coming days. Now get licking."
"Please..." she begins to plead.
Scooping up the discarded paddle, I bring it down hard on her left ass cheek.
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"Ahhhhh, OK, OK. I'll do it. Please no more Sir," she begs.
Turning back to the shaven pussy in front of her, Lisa tentatively sticks her tongue out and begins lightly licking up and down its length.
To my surprise, Becky grabs a handful of Lisa's hair and growls, "Come on slut, get that tongue in there and lick my pussy like you mean it. Do I have to ask Master to beat that ass some more?"
"No Ma'am. I'm sorry Ma'am." Lisa mumbles into Becky's pussy. And with Becky holding a handful of hair, Lisa begins licking her pussy in earnest.
Soon Becky is moaning with pleasure at the sensation of having her pussy licked by one of her female students. "Oh, that's it slut. Suck on the clit." She begins to thrust her pussy harder into Lisa's face holding it there with the hand on the back of her head. I'm sure Lisa was beginning to have a hard time breathing, but the fear of the paddle kept her licking and sucking away.
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A few more shots for the ever-growing photo album.
Within minutes I could tell Becky was near orgasm. Walking up to her and grabbing a nipple in each hand, I began to encourage her on. "That's it slave. Cum all over your student's face. Humiliate that slut. You know that haughty little bitch deserves it." All the while I'm squeezing and twisting her nipples hard. The mixture of pleasure and pain quickly pushed Becky to the edge of orgasm.
"Oh yes Master. I'm going to cum all over this slut's face. Come on lick that cunt you whore," she screamed at Lisa as her body tensed and then she exploded in a powerful orgasm. She began shrieking in pleasure as her body shook and convulsed. Becky was grinding her pussy so hard against Lisa's mouth that muffled grunts could be heard from Lisa as she struggled to breath through Becky's orgasm.
After several more seconds of grinding her pussy into Lisa's face, Becky released her hold on her head allowing Lisa to pull back and finally get some air. Her face was now sticky wet from the juices of her science teacher's cunt.
Quickly getting out of my clothes, I order, "Slave, get over here and suck this cock." Becky runs over and drops to her knees in from of my bobbing erection. Without hesitation she envelops my cock with her lips and immediately begins taking its full length into her mouth. After bumping against the back of her throat several times, I pull out and wave Becky away.
"I think its time slut we give that cunt of yours a little workout, don't you think?" as I walk around behind Lisa and position my cock at her opening.
"Oh God, please no. Haven't I done enough Sir?" she pleaded.
"Not even close slut. I haven't even scratched the surface on what I plan to do to you for the way you treated me over the last 8 years," I reply through gritted teeth. "You have a lot to make up for."
"I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to treat you that way. Honest Sir," she practically mewled.
Leaning forward, I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back and around to face me. With my face only inches away from hers, and feeling an anger bordering nearly on rage, I whisper quietly in a menacing voice "That's right whore. You will be sorry when I am done with you." And with that I grab my cock in my other hand and ram its full length into her tight little pussy. Still holding her head twisted around, I am able to clearly see the expression on her face as I bury my cock inside her. Due to the shock, it took her fully a second to react to what had just happened, but man, did she react!!!
Her eyes screwed shut and she let out a horrific howl of pain. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck.............please stop Sir, you're hurting me."
Holding still for a few seconds, I allow her a bit of time to adjust to my cock before releasing her hair and starting to thrust it in and out. I couldn't believe how tight she was. If I didn't know any better I would have thought she was a virgin. "Jesus Christ slut, I can't believe how tight your little cunt is. You're just a little fucking tease, aren't you whore?" I muse. "And here I thought you were putting out for your boyfriends, but you were actually just teasing them."
I then turned and strode over to the front door, peering through the window at the person standing there. Amazingly, it was Lisa. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a small powder blue t-shirt and was fidgeting nervously with her clothes as she stood there. Despite her rather ordinary clothes, she looked gorgeous standing there on the doorstep.
Opening the door slowly, I immediately announced "You're late. You were told to be here at precisely 7pm and my watch now reads 7:03pm. That is unacceptable."
"I'm sorry I had a little difficulty finding the place," she quickly replied. "Look, can we talk about this whole situation? I'm sure there's something we can work out. I have some money saved up - I can pay you. Please don't do this to me."
"Lisa, I told you the discussion on this matter was over. You had a decision to make and this is your final chance to change your mind. If you step through this door, then you must be prepared to accept the consequences for your behaviour without question. Everything will be kept between us if you decide this route. If you choose not to step through this door, then leave immediately, but you had best be prepared to deal with the fame come Monday. Everyone, and this includes your parents and priest, will be receiving copies of these photos." I threatened.
"Please...." she pleaded with a pathetic look on her face.
"Decide now."
"Alright, I'll come in. But you need to promise that no one will ever see those pictures." she argued.
"I promise," stepping aside to allow Lisa room to step into the front foyer. Once she was inside, I quickly closed the door and locked it.
She continued to nervously fidget with her clothing as she quickly surveyed the interior of the house. A little gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she caught sight of Ms. O'Hare quietly kneeling on the floor of the living room. "What the hell...?" she asked questioningly.
"Ms. O'Hare has agreed to help me tonight. That's all you need to know." I quickly answered. "Now come stand here," motioning to a spot on the floor in the middle of the room.
She hesitantly walked over and stood beside me.
"Now remember Lisa, you do exactly as I say tonight, and everything will be kept just between us. Your reputation will not be ruined. Fail to do that, and all bets are off. We clear on that?" I asked.
A small nod of her head.
"Very well. Take off your clothes."
"What?" she immediately asks.
"Wow, you must be the stupidest woman alive Lisa. I just finished saying that 'you must do exactly as I say tonight' or else, and on the first order given, you question me," I replied sarcastically. "Alright, get out. All bets are off. I'm going to start sending those photos out now."
"No...Wait...Please. I'll do it." she replied dejectedly. And with shaking hands she grabbed hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor at her feet she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest covering the bra that covered her breasts.
Backing up several steps, I sat down on the couch and tried to relax a bit as I watched Lisa put on a makeshift strip tease for me. When she appeared to hesitate I motioned with my hand for her to continue.
Slowly uncrossing her arms, she reached down to the button on her skin-tight jeans and, with a bit of fumbling, managed to pop it open. She then pulled down the zipper and paused again. I imagine trying to build up the nerve to proceed to the next step. Moving her hands to the waist of her jeans she began to slide them down, wriggling her hips sexily as she tried to get them past her hips without pulling her panties down with them. Finally, when they were gathered around her ankles, she daintily stepped out of them and pushed them into the pile with her shirt. Her hands quickly went to cover her now exposed panties, forgetting about her breasts momentarily.
Obviously colour coordination was important to Lisa as she had chosen to wear a light blue pair of matching bra and panties to go with the blue jeans and blue t-shirt. When she appeared to hesitate again, I motioned with my hand once more for her to continue.
Her body was now practically vibrating, she was shaking that badly. She took her hands away from her panties and, reaching behind her, unfastened the clasp on her bra. It always amazed me at how quickly they were able to do that. I made a mental note to practice that skill so that I wouldn't look the fool next time I tried it. Grasping the shoulder straps of the bra, Lisa slowly rolled it down her arms until the cups finally fell away from her breasts. Though nowhere near the size of Becky's, they were still perfect to behold and perfectly fit with Lisa's body structure.
Dropping the bra onto the pile of clothes forming by her feet, she then reached down to the waist of her panties and slowly began rolling them down her legs. When they were finally around her ankles, she stepped out of them and pushed them over with the rest of her clothes. She now stood completely naked before me. Of course modesty was getting the best of her as she was trying her hardest to cover up her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
Though I had already seen her naked once before, the sight of her standing before me trying desperately to cover herself up, was an incredibly erotic sight. I was instantly hard and was looking at her with a very hungry look in my eyes.
Out of the corner of one eye, I looked over at Becky to see how she was reacting to the whole situation. Her breathing had quickened again and her nipples were once again hard as rock underneath her blouse. Studying her expression, I could see she was excited but there was also a touch of jealousy again in those eyes. A little competition between slaves certainly couldn't hurt, I thought to myself.
"Put your hands at your side Lisa," I order.
Again, with only the slightest hesitation this time, she reluctantly lowered her arms until her hands, clenched tightly into fists, are held at her side. The urge to take her now is almost overpowering. I had fantasized about fucking Lisa ever since the day I met her and to be so close to her naked body was definitely having its effect on my self-control.
With another hand gesture, I motion for Lisa to begin slowly turning around so that I can get a look at her entire body.
Keeping her hands at her side, and with a face as red as a beet, she began to slowly turn around until her ass was facing me. Until today, I had not fully appreciated just how beautiful that ass really was. It was just so firm and perfect that I nearly came in my pants just looking at it. Trying to find a comfortable position for my raging hard on, I motion for Lisa to stop turning once she is facing me again. I then gestured towards the piece of furniture sitting several paces away in the middle of the floor with her. I had purposely placed the leather cushioned footstool in the centre of the room in anticipation of Lisa's arrival.
With Lisa standing before the footstool, I ordered "Kneel in front of it. Get your knees right up to it until they are touching it."
Lisa drops to her knees and shuffles forward until they are touching two of the legs of the footstool. "Now lay down across it and put your hands on the floor on the other side of the stool." The footstool was just wide enough that her entire mid-section to just below her breasts rested comfortably on the leather cushion.
Reaching into the gym bag of goodies, I pulled out two leather wrist cuffs and, walking over to stand beside the kneeling Lisa, fastened them about her wrists. She had a real worried expression on her face as she realized what they were. From the bag I also produced several lengths of nylon rope, and before she had time to protest, fastened her wrist cuffs to two of the footstool legs.
Lisa began to mewl softly, "Please don't do this to me. You don't have to do this. Please untie me Tim."
Ignoring her, I took several more lengths of rope and fastening them about each knee, tied them to the other two stool legs. Lisa was now securely fastened to the stool and would be unable to resist anything from this point on. Her surrender would now be complete.
It was now time to lay down the new ground rules as I now had her undivided attention. Standing close to her head forced her to crane her neck around as she tried in vain to look up at me as I spoke, "Now listen up. Its time to lay down the new ground rules for you. The first thing we're going to discuss is your new terms of address. That whore over there," gesturing at Becky, "belongs to me. She will do whatever I say without question. Isn't that right slave?" I ask.
Blushing deeply red, Becky whispers, "Yes Master."
A shocked look registers on Lisa's face. "In public she refers to me as Mr. Drake, but in private she addresses me as Master. For you Lisa, you have not earned the right to call me Master. You will refer to me as 'Sir' at all times. Any deviance from that will result in punishment. In public you will refer to her as Ms. O'Hare, but in private, it will be Ma'am - no exceptions. Is that clear, slut?" I ask, biting off the last word for emphasis.
"What? I don't understand..." she mumbles confusedly.
Grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head painfully back, I lower my face closer to hers and speak very slowly, "Then let me make this crystal clear for you. The hierarchy in your world has changed drastically. You are nothing but a worthless slut and you will do whatever I or Ms. O'Hare tell you to. You will refer to me at all times as 'Sir' and in private you will refer to Ms. O'Hare as Ma'am. If you fail to do any of that, then you will be punished. Is that a little more clear for you," I ask, as I shake her head painfully from side to side.
"Owww, yes, I understand," she growled.
'Obviously you don't," I quickly reply. Releasing her hair and standing up I order Becky, "Tell her what she did wrong slave."
"You should have said 'I understand, Sir'" she instructs Lisa.
"Well, I think its time for your first punishment slut. She'll learn the new rules very quickly, won't she slave?" I asked Becky.
"Yes Master, I know I did" she replied wistfully.
"Wait. No. I'm sorry. Stop. I understand Sir. I get it," she pleaded desperately.
Walking over to the bag I removed the paddle I had placed in it. It was the same one I had used on Becky's ass several days ago. While Lisa was still begging for forgiveness and pleading with me to stop, I walked behind her, and standing at her left hip, brought it sharply down on her left ass cheek.
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A high pitch shriek erupted from Lisa as I quickly brought the paddle down hard upon her other ass cheek, "Aww, fuck that hurts. Please stop," she howled.
"You see slave, this slut really is a slow learner," I joke with Becky.
"What? No, please stop Sir. See I remembered. No more," she begged.
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I began to rain blows down upon each ass cheek and across the backs of her upper thighs. After about 20 blows with the paddle, Lisa was a blubbering mess. Her ass and thighs were a bright red and she was bawling, and crying, begging for mercy. Lisa's makeup was destroyed, as evidenced by her mascara running in rivulets down her cheeks. It was almost comical looking at her now. At school, Lisa had always taken great pains to ensure everything was picture perfect with her appearance. Her clothes, hair and makeup had to be just right all the time.
Once she had calmed down some and stopped crying I asked, "What's her name?" referring to Becky still quietly kneeling on the floor.
"Ms. O'Hare" she mumbled through sobs.
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"Wrong. Try again."
"Awww...it's Ma'am. Ma'am," she quickly added.
"That's right. And what's my name?" I asked.
Obviously catching on, she quickly replied, "Sir."
"Very good, and what's your name?" I ask, referring to herself.
"Lisa" she responds.
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"Wrong. Try again."
"Aw fuck. Lisa Beaumont" she tries again.
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These two were across the top of her thighs. "Wrong. Try again. I can do this all night."
"Oh God, please stop. I can't take anymore," she sobbed.
"What's your name?" I ask, raising my voice slightly.
"Slut?" she responds hesitantly, tensing up for the next blow.
"Very good slut. I knew you'd get it sooner or later. Now tell me, what are you?" I ask next.
"A girl?" she responds questioningly.
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Two more across her thighs followed by more shrieks of pain. "And just when I though you were actually learning something, you go ahead and show how stupid you really are."
"Owwwwwww...I'm a slut. I'm a slut." She howls through gritted teeth.
"Very good. I think you're catching on now," I reply sarcastically.
Putting the paddle down now, I retrieve the digital camera from the bag and, without pause, begin snapping pictures of my handiwork. First some shots of the bright red ass and thighs and then moving around to the head, a few shots of her tear streaked face.
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"Oh God. Please no. Please don't take any pictures. I'm doing what you want, isn't that enough?" she pleaded.
"Slave, take the paddle," I order.
Becky jumps to her feet and runs over to where I had placed the paddle and scoops it up.
"Two more times to her ass slave, and they had better be hard ones, or it'll be your ass I paddle next," I threaten.
"Wait, no. What did I do wrong?" Lisa asks in a panic.
"Make that four more, slave," I add.
"No wait, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I forgot Sir. Please, I can't take any more Sir," she sobbed in a near panic.
Nodding my head at Becky, she raises the paddle, and bringing it down as hard as she could, and smacks Lisa four times across her already blistered ass.
Lisa wails in agony as her ass is set afire once again. "You'll learn sooner or later slut. It's entirely up to you how long this is going to go on for. Every infraction will be punished," I instruct.
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Lisa sobs through her pain.
"Now are you going to question me any further slut?" I ask.
"No Sir."
"So I can do whatever I want, and you will not argue with me anymore?"
"Yes sir," she replies resignedly.
"Very well. Now look up at me slut and give me that award winning smile. Make me believe you're enjoying this."
With a pathetic look on her face, Lisa raises her head and tries to put on a big smile. I nearly burst out laughing at the sight. Her big smile provided such a contrast to her otherwise messed up face.
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"Get undressed slave," I order Becky.
She hastily complies and is soon standing naked behind Lisa's red ass. The sight of these two naked ladies, both completely under my control, took my breath away. They were both drop-dead gorgeous in their own right and having them submit completely to my will was almost too much to handle. It was like overload of the circuits.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself , I order Becky, "Slave, come around here," gesturing to where I was standing by Lisa's head.
Taking a few steps back to give Becky room to stand, I then ordered, "Stand right in front of her. Move right up. That's it. Put that cunt right up to her face."
Turning my attention to Lisa, "Don't look away slut. Do I need to beat your ass some more?" I ask.
She quickly turns her head back until she is staring straight into her science teachers naked pussy. She has a sickly look on her face.
"Have you ever licked a pussy before slut?" I ask.
"No....Sir," she quickly adds.
"Well, you'd better get used to it slut, because I have a feeling that Ms. O'Hare here, is going to be having you nose deep in there plenty of times in the coming days. Now get licking."
"Please..." she begins to plead.
Scooping up the discarded paddle, I bring it down hard on her left ass cheek.
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"Ahhhhh, OK, OK. I'll do it. Please no more Sir," she begs.
Turning back to the shaven pussy in front of her, Lisa tentatively sticks her tongue out and begins lightly licking up and down its length.
To my surprise, Becky grabs a handful of Lisa's hair and growls, "Come on slut, get that tongue in there and lick my pussy like you mean it. Do I have to ask Master to beat that ass some more?"
"No Ma'am. I'm sorry Ma'am." Lisa mumbles into Becky's pussy. And with Becky holding a handful of hair, Lisa begins licking her pussy in earnest.
Soon Becky is moaning with pleasure at the sensation of having her pussy licked by one of her female students. "Oh, that's it slut. Suck on the clit." She begins to thrust her pussy harder into Lisa's face holding it there with the hand on the back of her head. I'm sure Lisa was beginning to have a hard time breathing, but the fear of the paddle kept her licking and sucking away.
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A few more shots for the ever-growing photo album.
Within minutes I could tell Becky was near orgasm. Walking up to her and grabbing a nipple in each hand, I began to encourage her on. "That's it slave. Cum all over your student's face. Humiliate that slut. You know that haughty little bitch deserves it." All the while I'm squeezing and twisting her nipples hard. The mixture of pleasure and pain quickly pushed Becky to the edge of orgasm.
"Oh yes Master. I'm going to cum all over this slut's face. Come on lick that cunt you whore," she screamed at Lisa as her body tensed and then she exploded in a powerful orgasm. She began shrieking in pleasure as her body shook and convulsed. Becky was grinding her pussy so hard against Lisa's mouth that muffled grunts could be heard from Lisa as she struggled to breath through Becky's orgasm.
After several more seconds of grinding her pussy into Lisa's face, Becky released her hold on her head allowing Lisa to pull back and finally get some air. Her face was now sticky wet from the juices of her science teacher's cunt.
Quickly getting out of my clothes, I order, "Slave, get over here and suck this cock." Becky runs over and drops to her knees in from of my bobbing erection. Without hesitation she envelops my cock with her lips and immediately begins taking its full length into her mouth. After bumping against the back of her throat several times, I pull out and wave Becky away.
"I think its time slut we give that cunt of yours a little workout, don't you think?" as I walk around behind Lisa and position my cock at her opening.
"Oh God, please no. Haven't I done enough Sir?" she pleaded.
"Not even close slut. I haven't even scratched the surface on what I plan to do to you for the way you treated me over the last 8 years," I reply through gritted teeth. "You have a lot to make up for."
"I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to treat you that way. Honest Sir," she practically mewled.
Leaning forward, I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back and around to face me. With my face only inches away from hers, and feeling an anger bordering nearly on rage, I whisper quietly in a menacing voice "That's right whore. You will be sorry when I am done with you." And with that I grab my cock in my other hand and ram its full length into her tight little pussy. Still holding her head twisted around, I am able to clearly see the expression on her face as I bury my cock inside her. Due to the shock, it took her fully a second to react to what had just happened, but man, did she react!!!
Her eyes screwed shut and she let out a horrific howl of pain. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck.............please stop Sir, you're hurting me."
Holding still for a few seconds, I allow her a bit of time to adjust to my cock before releasing her hair and starting to thrust it in and out. I couldn't believe how tight she was. If I didn't know any better I would have thought she was a virgin. "Jesus Christ slut, I can't believe how tight your little cunt is. You're just a little fucking tease, aren't you whore?" I muse. "And here I thought you were putting out for your boyfriends, but you were actually just teasing them."
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"I'm sorry Sir. Please stop Sir," she practically screamed.
The going was tough for the first little while since her pussy was so tight. But after a minute or so, it began to relax and I found my thrusts weren't as labored as they were in the beginning. I became lost in the sensation as I pounded my cock into her pussy without mercy. It all seemed so surreal. I had been dreaming of this moment for so long, that I now found it hard to believe that it was really happening.
Looking over at Becky I found her still kneeling on the floor but a hand had found its way between her outspread knees and was absently playing with her bald pussy while she looked on with rapt attention. Wanting to add to Lisa's humiliation, I order Becky, "Crawl over to her slave. I want to see the two of you kissing like you're lovers."
"Yes Master" she immediately replied.
Crawling over to in front of Lisa, Becky moves in to kiss her, but at the last minute, Lisa turns her head away. Quickly scooping up the discarded paddle, I bring it down hard across her left ass cheek.
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"Aaahhhhhhh fuck......" Lisa howls.
"I said kiss her slut. Do not make me ask you again," I threaten while maintaining a steady rhythm of thrusts. With a shudder she turns her head back around and tentatively brings her lips up to meet Becky's. Their first kiss was quite chaste, but with a few more swats of the paddle on her ass for encouragement, they began to kiss more passionately.
"That's it whore. Show me what a little slut you are. You're getting your cunt drilled from behind while you make out with another woman." The sight of two women kissing while I'm pounding into one from behind was near overwhelming. Several times I had to give my head a shake and take a few deep breaths to steady myself.
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A few more pictures to remember this by.
Looking down, I notice how wet my cock has become and realize that my thrusts are now able to penetrate her depths with ease. It appears as if my little slut was actually starting to enjoy the sensations as well. "You fucking whore. My cock is soaking wet. You're getting off on this, aren't you?" I exclaimed.
Blushing a deep red, she mumbled into Becky's mouth, "No Sir." Yet even then she couldn't stop her ass from pushing back against me with each thrust.
Soon that familiar tingling sensation in my balls was signalling my pending orgasm. Not wanting to cum just yet, I pulled out of Lisa's cunt and ordered Becky, "Get over here slave and lick that pussy."
"Yes Master," as she scrambled over on her hands and knees and positioned herself behind Lisa. As soon as she was in position, she dove right in and began licking and sucking on the offered pussy in earnest.
Lisa was trying to act disgusted by the act, but soon found herself involuntarily uttering little sounds of pleasure. "Oh. Mmmm. Yeh. That's it." Soon all pretence of resistance was gone and she was openly moaning in pleasure. "Oh my God. That's it. Lick my pussy Ma'am."
Near orgasm myself, I was now ready to finish the job. "Alright slut, open that mouth. I want you to give me a blowjob just like the ones you've given your boyfriends." And without waiting for a response I step forward and place the tip of my cock on her lips. Between moans of pleasure she tentatively sticks out her tongue and begins licking the shaft and head. After coating my cock with her saliva, she then takes the head in her mouth and begins sucking on it. As she is bobbing her head back and forth on my cock, she continues to groan with pleasure. At the deepest, my cock was never more than half buried in her mouth. Obviously that would not do. Unfortunately I was too close to cumming to properly train her in the desired technique right now.
Pulling out of her mouth, I start to stroke my cock with one hand as I begin to berate her. "Jesus Christ slut. Where the fuck did you ever learn to suck a cock. That was the worst fucking blowjob I have ever received."
"I'm sorry Sir, I did the best I could," she whispers worriedly.
"Don't worry, you'll be shown the proper technique soon enough," I reply stroking the top of her head. As I continue to stroke my cock, I can hear Lisa's breathing beginning to quicken, and her eyes start to flutter closed. "That's it slut. Cum for me. You know you want to come all over your teachers face. I can see you pushing your cunt into her face. You like having her lick your pussy, don't you?" I ask.
Turning a deep shade of red, she hangs her head and whispers quietly, "Yes Sir."
"Then do it. Cum for me now."
"Yes Sir," she quickly replies. Her eyes are completely closed now and she is practically panting like a dog. "Oh, that's it Ma'am. Suck on my clit. You're going to make me cum. Please don't stop. Harder," she begs.
With a few more grunts, Lisa's mouth opens into the shape of an 'O' and her entire body goes rigid as her orgasm explodes through her body. A low guttural moan escapes her lips. "Ungghhhhhhhhh."
Timing my orgasm to match hers, I stroke my cock several more times and then, grabbing her hair to hold her head steady, I explode all over her face. She is so lost in her own orgasm that she doesn't even realize at first what is happening. But as she comes down from hers, she begins to become aware and starts trying to turn her head away.
Holding her head still with her hair I instruct, "Look here slut. You'd better get used to this, because I'm going to be dumping a whole lot of loads of cum in your face from now on. I can always go back to using the paddle if you wish," I threatened. Upon hearing that, she immediately goes still and allow me to finish coating her face and hair with my semen.
Stepping back a few steps, I'm able to get a good look at my handiwork. Lisa's face is an awful mess now. It was pretty bad to begin with from all of her crying from the paddling, but now with giant globs of cum coating her face and in her hair, she truly looked the part of a dirty whore.
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This would be the 'piece de resistance' in my photo album and the final nail in Lisa's coffin. With photos like these she would never dream of crossing me.
Figuring I could use some time to let my cock recoup, I grab the bag of goodies and sit back on the couch with a plop. Riffling through it, I pull out the newly acquired strap on harness and an 8 inch long rubber cock that is about 1.5 inches in diameter.
Motioning for Becky, "Come here slave and put this on. I think its time to teach our little whore here how to properly suck a cock." Jumping to her feet she runs over and takes the harness from my outstretched hand and begins stepping into it. "Now slave," I warn Becky. "You know how I like my cock sucked. When you are done teaching her, she had better be an expert cocksucker. If I am not satisfied with her, then it will be you tied over that footstool, and I will whip that cunt of yours so hard that it will hurt to pee for a week. Am I making myself crystal clear slave?"
With a noticeable quiver in her voice, "Yes Master. I won't disappoint you."
I could tell my threat of a pussy whipping was worrying her. Kneeling in front of Lisa, I calmly inform her, "And for you slut. If I don't feel that you are giving it a 110% then I will be whipping your freshly fucked cunt instead. And if you thought the spanking hurt, just wait until you feel it applied directly to your cunt lips and clit." I warn.
A very meek, "Yes Sir."
Settling back down on the couch I lean back and prepare to watch the show. With obvious nervousness, Becky walks over in front of Lisa and begins to instruct her on what's expected of her when sucking a cock.
"Slut, you need to realize that your mouth is just another hole for a guy to fuck. He wouldn't be content with just rubbing his cock on the outside of your cunt, nor would he be happy with only being able to put it in half way. When a man fucks you he wants to be able to bury it balls deep on each thrust. The same applies to your mouth." All the while she is lecturing Lisa, Becky is absently stroking the rubber phallus.
I have to say, Becky's explanation of how to suck a cock and what a man expects was even better than the one I had given her several days ago. I would have to remember to reward her for that later on.
"Now listen whore. I'm going to start off slowly. At first we are going to work it into your mouth and get it nicely coated with saliva."
Positioning her cock at Lisa's mouth she waits for her to open up. After only the briefest of hesitation, Lisa appeared to make her mind up, and opened wide. Once the cock was in her mouth, Lisa closed her lips around it and began sucking on it. Using small thrusts, Becky began to saw the cock back and forth until it was sufficiently lubricated with spit.
"Alright slut, it's nicely lubricated now, so we're going to start working it deeper into your mouth. We'll know we've gone far enough when we feel it bumping against the back of your mouth. Alright?" she asked.
With a mouth full of rubber cock Lisa could only nod her head and mumble, "mmhmm."
Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Lisa's head, Becky began to thrust more firmly into her mouth. As she bumped against the back of the mouth, she would hold it there for several seconds, forcing Lisa to breathe around the cock and to allow her mouth time to adjust to the size of the cock.
Figuring now would be as good a time as any to introduce Lisa to one of the other implements we had purchased for her use, I dug through the bag again and pulled out the shiny new nipple clamps. I had a feeling these clamps would get a lot of use between Becky and Lisa. Both had nipples which practically begged to be clamped. Dropping to my knees next to Lisa, I reached out and began to play with one of her dangling breasts. Her nipples were already hard as rock so needed very little coaxing from me. As Lisa was suitably distracted by the rubber cock pounding away in her mouth, I don't think she realized what it was that I had in my hand until it was too late.
Applying the clamp first to the left nipple brought an almost immediate shriek of pain from Lisa, though it was somewhat muffled by the cock in her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhh......." Not wanting to give her time to think about it, I grabbed her other tit and quickly applied the second clamp. This was followed by a second and similar shriek of pain. The chain hanging between the two clamps nicely accented her smooth tan skin. Grabbing my camera, I took several more shots of her current abuse.
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Becky, sensing Lisa was ready for the final step in sucking cock, pushed on with her instructions. "Now as you can see slut, we are only getting about two thirds of the cock into your mouth. That isn't good enough. A man wants to be able to bury his cock into your mouth just as he would your cunt. You are going to need to relax some more and allow the cock into your throat. Its likely going to cause you to gag each time it goes in, but that's alright. The gag reflex only adds to the sensation on the man's cock. You won't be able to breathe when its in your throat, so you'll need to learn how to adjust your breaths around when the man is withdrawing the cock from your throat."
Tightening her grip in Lisa's hair, Becky presses on. "Alright, here we go. Relax that throat whore," and she began thrusting more firmly into Lisa's mouth. You could see Lisa begin to panic as she felt the cock trying to push past the muscles of her throat.
"Take it in there slut," Becky hollered, "or do I need to tell our Master that you aren't trying hard enough?" she threatened.
Two more thrusts and Becky was finally able to punch through Lisa's defences and penetrate her throat. The moment she was able to bury it, a triumphant grin spread across Becky's face. I think she was enjoying dominating Lisa.
Lisa began to gag and try to force the cock out, but Becky just held it firmly lodged in her throat. When I began to fear that Lisa might pass out from the lack of oxygen, Becky finally released her grip just enough to allow the cock to slip out of Lisa's throat. With great sucking breaths Lisa tried to steady her breathing. After a few seconds Becky thrust back into Lisa throat and held it there again, though not as long as the first time. After several more times like this, Becky developed a steady rhythm of thrusts as she throat-fucked Lisa.. The room was soon filled with the beautiful music of a woman repeatedly gagging on a cock and trying to fight for every breath.
As I sat there watching this spectacle, I almost felt like I had entered another reality or was simply watching a movie. It all seemed so surreal to have a gorgeous woman (who also happens to be your science teacher) wearing a large rubber cock, choking another beautiful woman with it (who also happens to be her student), while you sit naked on the couch watching it all. It was simply the greatest moment of my life.
I didn't think it was possible, but Lisa looked even worse than she did before. Her face was mottled red from the strained breathing and the continuous gagging she was subjected to. In addition to the sweat, tears and cum covering her face, she now had long strands of spit hanging down from her mouth and chin.
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These were just too good of pictures to pass up.
I wasn't sure if it was my threat of whipping Becky's pussy that did it or the fact that she was enjoying dominating someone else, but she was like a woman possessed. I think she was even more brutal in her throat fucking of Lisa than I was with Becky. I almost felt sorry for Lisa - but not quite. Figuring Lisa's mouth could use a rest, I order Becky to stand down.
As a final show of dominance, Becky rams the cock back into Lisa's throat and holds it there as she demurely responds with a "Yes Master."
When Becky looked at me questioningly about the strap on, I told her, "Leave that on slave. I think I may have a use for it later on."
"Yes Master."
Lisa's breathing was still ragged and I don't think she was really fully there with us in the room. It would likely take her a few minutes to find her center before she was fully aware again. "Come around here slave. I want you to lick this slut's asshole," gesturing to Lisa's still red ass.
Practically running, Becky drops to her knees and immediately buries her nose in Lisa's asshole and begins licking in earnest. Reaching into the bag I pull out the jar of Vaseline and liberally coat my cock with it. Lisa was beginning to moan with pleasure from the sensation of having Becky lick her asshole, but I don't think she realized what was about to come next.
Waving Becky away, I positioned my cock at the entrance to Lisa's ass and pushing firmly, began to penetrate past the sphincter. A God awful wail came from Lisa which seemed to increase in pitch and volume as I pushed further into her ass.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.................................." The wail was soon followed by numerous, "Oh God no...fuck...ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...," and then she began to beg for mercy. "You're tearing me apart. Please stop, you're killing me. I can't take anymore, it hurts too much, please stop Sir," she was practically screaming this out.
By now I had about half its length buried in her ass, so I held it in place to allow her time to adjust. Ignoring her pleas for mercy, I stayed motionless in her ass until I felt her sphincter begin to relax. "That's it slut. Relax your ass. You're doing fine. I'm not going to stop, so you had best start relaxing right now." When she continued to plead for me to stop, I continued "if you think it'll help, I could have Ms. O'Hare whip your pussy while I fuck you in the ass?" I ask menacingly.
"No please not that Sir. I'll...I'll try to relax for you," she hastily replied.
"That's my girl," as I grab a handful of her hair and begin to use it as a lever as I start to thrust deeper into her ass. She immediately begins to wail in agony again as I inch my way further up her chute. "Slave. Would you please stick that cock down her throat to shut her the fuck up," I order.
"Yes Master," she replies. From the look in her eyes, I think she was starting to feel a little sorry for Lisa right about now, but she wasn't about to say anything for fear of reprisals. Positioning her cock at Lisa's mouth she began to thrust into her throat again. This time it went much easier for her and she was soon bottoming out in Lisa's throat again.
Once the cock was in her mouth, Lisa's screams of pain became muted enough to be tolerable. As I fought to bury the entire length of my cock into Lisa's asshole, the room became filled with the sounds of muffled screams between gasping breaths and hard throat gagging. It was like music to my ears.
When I finally bottomed out in her ass, I held it there for a bit to allow her time to adjust again. I had thought her pussy was tight, but nothing could have prepared me for how tight Lisa's asshole turned out to be. It wasn't even close to what it had been for the first time I had fucked Becky in the ass. It literally felt like a vice on my cock and when I moved it, it felt like someone was trying to rip my cock off.
At last, between gaggings, Lisa's sphincter began to relax again. This was my cue to begin trying to work my cock in and out of her ass. Not wanting to do any serious damage (not only to her, but to myself) I start off slowly, working an inch or two back and forth. After about a minute, I began to increase the amount of cock I was moving by several inches. I could feel Lisa's ass adjusting and loosening up further as time went on. By the time I was able to work the entire length of my cock in and out of her ass, the screaming had stopped, and was now replaced with muffled grunts between gags.
"That's enough for now slave," I order Becky. "Leave the cock on, though, in case we need it again."
"Yes Master," she replied and then quickly withdrew from Lisa's mouth and stepped to the side.
With the cock no longer choking her, Lisa is able to focus solely on the cock pounding away in her asshole. Her eyes closed tightly shut, she began to grunt loudly each time I bottomed out in her ass. Soon the grunts became mixed with muffled moans. Sensing that Lisa might actually be able to cum from being fucked in the ass, I motioned Becky over with my head.
"Finger her cunt for me. I think this whore may actually want to cum again."
Dropping to her knees behind me, she snakes a hand between my legs and begins to finger her clit. Almost instantly, the noises coming from Lisa change from grunts and muffled moans to an almost humming sound.
Becky whispers quietly to me, "Her cunt is soaking wet Master."
"Well, it seems my little whore is enjoying having her ass fucked while her pussy gets played with. Are you enjoying this slut?" I ask, pulling her head back by her hair.
No answer from Lisa. By now she is starting to push her ass back to meet my thrusts.
Giving her several sharp, hard thrusts, combined with a hard slap across the top of her right ass cheek, I demand, "Answer me slut when I ask you a question. Are you enjoying this?"
With a look of shame, Lisa hangs her head low and whispers, "Yes Sir." Her entire body seemed to blush a deep red at that admission.
Shaking my head in amazement, I continue thrusting away in her ass for several more minutes. By this time, her moans had increased in volume as did the intensity with which she was pushing back against me. I could tell she was on the verge of cumming. Increasing the tempo of my thrusts, I begin to coax Lisa over the edge.
"That's my girl. Cum on my cock. You know you want to cum for me. Show me what a good little slut you are. That's right."
Her breathing was very ragged by now and she was back to grunting loudly, and suddenly with a low keening wail, her entire body tensed and then began to pulse as she orgasmed. When her entire body tensed up, the pressure on my cock became almost unbearable. I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming out in pain.
The going was tough for the first little while since her pussy was so tight. But after a minute or so, it began to relax and I found my thrusts weren't as labored as they were in the beginning. I became lost in the sensation as I pounded my cock into her pussy without mercy. It all seemed so surreal. I had been dreaming of this moment for so long, that I now found it hard to believe that it was really happening.
Looking over at Becky I found her still kneeling on the floor but a hand had found its way between her outspread knees and was absently playing with her bald pussy while she looked on with rapt attention. Wanting to add to Lisa's humiliation, I order Becky, "Crawl over to her slave. I want to see the two of you kissing like you're lovers."
"Yes Master" she immediately replied.
Crawling over to in front of Lisa, Becky moves in to kiss her, but at the last minute, Lisa turns her head away. Quickly scooping up the discarded paddle, I bring it down hard across her left ass cheek.
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"Aaahhhhhhh fuck......" Lisa howls.
"I said kiss her slut. Do not make me ask you again," I threaten while maintaining a steady rhythm of thrusts. With a shudder she turns her head back around and tentatively brings her lips up to meet Becky's. Their first kiss was quite chaste, but with a few more swats of the paddle on her ass for encouragement, they began to kiss more passionately.
"That's it whore. Show me what a little slut you are. You're getting your cunt drilled from behind while you make out with another woman." The sight of two women kissing while I'm pounding into one from behind was near overwhelming. Several times I had to give my head a shake and take a few deep breaths to steady myself.
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A few more pictures to remember this by.
Looking down, I notice how wet my cock has become and realize that my thrusts are now able to penetrate her depths with ease. It appears as if my little slut was actually starting to enjoy the sensations as well. "You fucking whore. My cock is soaking wet. You're getting off on this, aren't you?" I exclaimed.
Blushing a deep red, she mumbled into Becky's mouth, "No Sir." Yet even then she couldn't stop her ass from pushing back against me with each thrust.
Soon that familiar tingling sensation in my balls was signalling my pending orgasm. Not wanting to cum just yet, I pulled out of Lisa's cunt and ordered Becky, "Get over here slave and lick that pussy."
"Yes Master," as she scrambled over on her hands and knees and positioned herself behind Lisa. As soon as she was in position, she dove right in and began licking and sucking on the offered pussy in earnest.
Lisa was trying to act disgusted by the act, but soon found herself involuntarily uttering little sounds of pleasure. "Oh. Mmmm. Yeh. That's it." Soon all pretence of resistance was gone and she was openly moaning in pleasure. "Oh my God. That's it. Lick my pussy Ma'am."
Near orgasm myself, I was now ready to finish the job. "Alright slut, open that mouth. I want you to give me a blowjob just like the ones you've given your boyfriends." And without waiting for a response I step forward and place the tip of my cock on her lips. Between moans of pleasure she tentatively sticks out her tongue and begins licking the shaft and head. After coating my cock with her saliva, she then takes the head in her mouth and begins sucking on it. As she is bobbing her head back and forth on my cock, she continues to groan with pleasure. At the deepest, my cock was never more than half buried in her mouth. Obviously that would not do. Unfortunately I was too close to cumming to properly train her in the desired technique right now.
Pulling out of her mouth, I start to stroke my cock with one hand as I begin to berate her. "Jesus Christ slut. Where the fuck did you ever learn to suck a cock. That was the worst fucking blowjob I have ever received."
"I'm sorry Sir, I did the best I could," she whispers worriedly.
"Don't worry, you'll be shown the proper technique soon enough," I reply stroking the top of her head. As I continue to stroke my cock, I can hear Lisa's breathing beginning to quicken, and her eyes start to flutter closed. "That's it slut. Cum for me. You know you want to come all over your teachers face. I can see you pushing your cunt into her face. You like having her lick your pussy, don't you?" I ask.
Turning a deep shade of red, she hangs her head and whispers quietly, "Yes Sir."
"Then do it. Cum for me now."
"Yes Sir," she quickly replies. Her eyes are completely closed now and she is practically panting like a dog. "Oh, that's it Ma'am. Suck on my clit. You're going to make me cum. Please don't stop. Harder," she begs.
With a few more grunts, Lisa's mouth opens into the shape of an 'O' and her entire body goes rigid as her orgasm explodes through her body. A low guttural moan escapes her lips. "Ungghhhhhhhhh."
Timing my orgasm to match hers, I stroke my cock several more times and then, grabbing her hair to hold her head steady, I explode all over her face. She is so lost in her own orgasm that she doesn't even realize at first what is happening. But as she comes down from hers, she begins to become aware and starts trying to turn her head away.
Holding her head still with her hair I instruct, "Look here slut. You'd better get used to this, because I'm going to be dumping a whole lot of loads of cum in your face from now on. I can always go back to using the paddle if you wish," I threatened. Upon hearing that, she immediately goes still and allow me to finish coating her face and hair with my semen.
Stepping back a few steps, I'm able to get a good look at my handiwork. Lisa's face is an awful mess now. It was pretty bad to begin with from all of her crying from the paddling, but now with giant globs of cum coating her face and in her hair, she truly looked the part of a dirty whore.
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This would be the 'piece de resistance' in my photo album and the final nail in Lisa's coffin. With photos like these she would never dream of crossing me.
Figuring I could use some time to let my cock recoup, I grab the bag of goodies and sit back on the couch with a plop. Riffling through it, I pull out the newly acquired strap on harness and an 8 inch long rubber cock that is about 1.5 inches in diameter.
Motioning for Becky, "Come here slave and put this on. I think its time to teach our little whore here how to properly suck a cock." Jumping to her feet she runs over and takes the harness from my outstretched hand and begins stepping into it. "Now slave," I warn Becky. "You know how I like my cock sucked. When you are done teaching her, she had better be an expert cocksucker. If I am not satisfied with her, then it will be you tied over that footstool, and I will whip that cunt of yours so hard that it will hurt to pee for a week. Am I making myself crystal clear slave?"
With a noticeable quiver in her voice, "Yes Master. I won't disappoint you."
I could tell my threat of a pussy whipping was worrying her. Kneeling in front of Lisa, I calmly inform her, "And for you slut. If I don't feel that you are giving it a 110% then I will be whipping your freshly fucked cunt instead. And if you thought the spanking hurt, just wait until you feel it applied directly to your cunt lips and clit." I warn.
A very meek, "Yes Sir."
Settling back down on the couch I lean back and prepare to watch the show. With obvious nervousness, Becky walks over in front of Lisa and begins to instruct her on what's expected of her when sucking a cock.
"Slut, you need to realize that your mouth is just another hole for a guy to fuck. He wouldn't be content with just rubbing his cock on the outside of your cunt, nor would he be happy with only being able to put it in half way. When a man fucks you he wants to be able to bury it balls deep on each thrust. The same applies to your mouth." All the while she is lecturing Lisa, Becky is absently stroking the rubber phallus.
I have to say, Becky's explanation of how to suck a cock and what a man expects was even better than the one I had given her several days ago. I would have to remember to reward her for that later on.
"Now listen whore. I'm going to start off slowly. At first we are going to work it into your mouth and get it nicely coated with saliva."
Positioning her cock at Lisa's mouth she waits for her to open up. After only the briefest of hesitation, Lisa appeared to make her mind up, and opened wide. Once the cock was in her mouth, Lisa closed her lips around it and began sucking on it. Using small thrusts, Becky began to saw the cock back and forth until it was sufficiently lubricated with spit.
"Alright slut, it's nicely lubricated now, so we're going to start working it deeper into your mouth. We'll know we've gone far enough when we feel it bumping against the back of your mouth. Alright?" she asked.
With a mouth full of rubber cock Lisa could only nod her head and mumble, "mmhmm."
Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Lisa's head, Becky began to thrust more firmly into her mouth. As she bumped against the back of the mouth, she would hold it there for several seconds, forcing Lisa to breathe around the cock and to allow her mouth time to adjust to the size of the cock.
Figuring now would be as good a time as any to introduce Lisa to one of the other implements we had purchased for her use, I dug through the bag again and pulled out the shiny new nipple clamps. I had a feeling these clamps would get a lot of use between Becky and Lisa. Both had nipples which practically begged to be clamped. Dropping to my knees next to Lisa, I reached out and began to play with one of her dangling breasts. Her nipples were already hard as rock so needed very little coaxing from me. As Lisa was suitably distracted by the rubber cock pounding away in her mouth, I don't think she realized what it was that I had in my hand until it was too late.
Applying the clamp first to the left nipple brought an almost immediate shriek of pain from Lisa, though it was somewhat muffled by the cock in her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhh......." Not wanting to give her time to think about it, I grabbed her other tit and quickly applied the second clamp. This was followed by a second and similar shriek of pain. The chain hanging between the two clamps nicely accented her smooth tan skin. Grabbing my camera, I took several more shots of her current abuse.
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Becky, sensing Lisa was ready for the final step in sucking cock, pushed on with her instructions. "Now as you can see slut, we are only getting about two thirds of the cock into your mouth. That isn't good enough. A man wants to be able to bury his cock into your mouth just as he would your cunt. You are going to need to relax some more and allow the cock into your throat. Its likely going to cause you to gag each time it goes in, but that's alright. The gag reflex only adds to the sensation on the man's cock. You won't be able to breathe when its in your throat, so you'll need to learn how to adjust your breaths around when the man is withdrawing the cock from your throat."
Tightening her grip in Lisa's hair, Becky presses on. "Alright, here we go. Relax that throat whore," and she began thrusting more firmly into Lisa's mouth. You could see Lisa begin to panic as she felt the cock trying to push past the muscles of her throat.
"Take it in there slut," Becky hollered, "or do I need to tell our Master that you aren't trying hard enough?" she threatened.
Two more thrusts and Becky was finally able to punch through Lisa's defences and penetrate her throat. The moment she was able to bury it, a triumphant grin spread across Becky's face. I think she was enjoying dominating Lisa.
Lisa began to gag and try to force the cock out, but Becky just held it firmly lodged in her throat. When I began to fear that Lisa might pass out from the lack of oxygen, Becky finally released her grip just enough to allow the cock to slip out of Lisa's throat. With great sucking breaths Lisa tried to steady her breathing. After a few seconds Becky thrust back into Lisa throat and held it there again, though not as long as the first time. After several more times like this, Becky developed a steady rhythm of thrusts as she throat-fucked Lisa.. The room was soon filled with the beautiful music of a woman repeatedly gagging on a cock and trying to fight for every breath.
As I sat there watching this spectacle, I almost felt like I had entered another reality or was simply watching a movie. It all seemed so surreal to have a gorgeous woman (who also happens to be your science teacher) wearing a large rubber cock, choking another beautiful woman with it (who also happens to be her student), while you sit naked on the couch watching it all. It was simply the greatest moment of my life.
I didn't think it was possible, but Lisa looked even worse than she did before. Her face was mottled red from the strained breathing and the continuous gagging she was subjected to. In addition to the sweat, tears and cum covering her face, she now had long strands of spit hanging down from her mouth and chin.
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These were just too good of pictures to pass up.
I wasn't sure if it was my threat of whipping Becky's pussy that did it or the fact that she was enjoying dominating someone else, but she was like a woman possessed. I think she was even more brutal in her throat fucking of Lisa than I was with Becky. I almost felt sorry for Lisa - but not quite. Figuring Lisa's mouth could use a rest, I order Becky to stand down.
As a final show of dominance, Becky rams the cock back into Lisa's throat and holds it there as she demurely responds with a "Yes Master."
When Becky looked at me questioningly about the strap on, I told her, "Leave that on slave. I think I may have a use for it later on."
"Yes Master."
Lisa's breathing was still ragged and I don't think she was really fully there with us in the room. It would likely take her a few minutes to find her center before she was fully aware again. "Come around here slave. I want you to lick this slut's asshole," gesturing to Lisa's still red ass.
Practically running, Becky drops to her knees and immediately buries her nose in Lisa's asshole and begins licking in earnest. Reaching into the bag I pull out the jar of Vaseline and liberally coat my cock with it. Lisa was beginning to moan with pleasure from the sensation of having Becky lick her asshole, but I don't think she realized what was about to come next.
Waving Becky away, I positioned my cock at the entrance to Lisa's ass and pushing firmly, began to penetrate past the sphincter. A God awful wail came from Lisa which seemed to increase in pitch and volume as I pushed further into her ass.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.................................." The wail was soon followed by numerous, "Oh God no...fuck...ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...," and then she began to beg for mercy. "You're tearing me apart. Please stop, you're killing me. I can't take anymore, it hurts too much, please stop Sir," she was practically screaming this out.
By now I had about half its length buried in her ass, so I held it in place to allow her time to adjust. Ignoring her pleas for mercy, I stayed motionless in her ass until I felt her sphincter begin to relax. "That's it slut. Relax your ass. You're doing fine. I'm not going to stop, so you had best start relaxing right now." When she continued to plead for me to stop, I continued "if you think it'll help, I could have Ms. O'Hare whip your pussy while I fuck you in the ass?" I ask menacingly.
"No please not that Sir. I'll...I'll try to relax for you," she hastily replied.
"That's my girl," as I grab a handful of her hair and begin to use it as a lever as I start to thrust deeper into her ass. She immediately begins to wail in agony again as I inch my way further up her chute. "Slave. Would you please stick that cock down her throat to shut her the fuck up," I order.
"Yes Master," she replies. From the look in her eyes, I think she was starting to feel a little sorry for Lisa right about now, but she wasn't about to say anything for fear of reprisals. Positioning her cock at Lisa's mouth she began to thrust into her throat again. This time it went much easier for her and she was soon bottoming out in Lisa's throat again.
Once the cock was in her mouth, Lisa's screams of pain became muted enough to be tolerable. As I fought to bury the entire length of my cock into Lisa's asshole, the room became filled with the sounds of muffled screams between gasping breaths and hard throat gagging. It was like music to my ears.
When I finally bottomed out in her ass, I held it there for a bit to allow her time to adjust again. I had thought her pussy was tight, but nothing could have prepared me for how tight Lisa's asshole turned out to be. It wasn't even close to what it had been for the first time I had fucked Becky in the ass. It literally felt like a vice on my cock and when I moved it, it felt like someone was trying to rip my cock off.
At last, between gaggings, Lisa's sphincter began to relax again. This was my cue to begin trying to work my cock in and out of her ass. Not wanting to do any serious damage (not only to her, but to myself) I start off slowly, working an inch or two back and forth. After about a minute, I began to increase the amount of cock I was moving by several inches. I could feel Lisa's ass adjusting and loosening up further as time went on. By the time I was able to work the entire length of my cock in and out of her ass, the screaming had stopped, and was now replaced with muffled grunts between gags.
"That's enough for now slave," I order Becky. "Leave the cock on, though, in case we need it again."
"Yes Master," she replied and then quickly withdrew from Lisa's mouth and stepped to the side.
With the cock no longer choking her, Lisa is able to focus solely on the cock pounding away in her asshole. Her eyes closed tightly shut, she began to grunt loudly each time I bottomed out in her ass. Soon the grunts became mixed with muffled moans. Sensing that Lisa might actually be able to cum from being fucked in the ass, I motioned Becky over with my head.
"Finger her cunt for me. I think this whore may actually want to cum again."
Dropping to her knees behind me, she snakes a hand between my legs and begins to finger her clit. Almost instantly, the noises coming from Lisa change from grunts and muffled moans to an almost humming sound.
Becky whispers quietly to me, "Her cunt is soaking wet Master."
"Well, it seems my little whore is enjoying having her ass fucked while her pussy gets played with. Are you enjoying this slut?" I ask, pulling her head back by her hair.
No answer from Lisa. By now she is starting to push her ass back to meet my thrusts.
Giving her several sharp, hard thrusts, combined with a hard slap across the top of her right ass cheek, I demand, "Answer me slut when I ask you a question. Are you enjoying this?"
With a look of shame, Lisa hangs her head low and whispers, "Yes Sir." Her entire body seemed to blush a deep red at that admission.
Shaking my head in amazement, I continue thrusting away in her ass for several more minutes. By this time, her moans had increased in volume as did the intensity with which she was pushing back against me. I could tell she was on the verge of cumming. Increasing the tempo of my thrusts, I begin to coax Lisa over the edge.
"That's my girl. Cum on my cock. You know you want to cum for me. Show me what a good little slut you are. That's right."
Her breathing was very ragged by now and she was back to grunting loudly, and suddenly with a low keening wail, her entire body tensed and then began to pulse as she orgasmed. When her entire body tensed up, the pressure on my cock became almost unbearable. I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming out in pain.