Mistress Slave

My breath catches as momentary confusion washes over me. I feel closed in on all sides and in the darkness the only thing I am aware of is a warm body on either side of me. I force my eyes open and inhale quickly and their scents mix in the midnight air bringing back a rush of memories, the taste, the feel, the pleasure.

She moves slightly and I am brought back to the present and I smile softly as I feel her roll over I feel the length of her back pressed against mine, her skin as silky soft as , if not a bit cooler then I remembered.

Slowly I turn over, cringing as she stirs and holding my breath, it’ll never do to have her awaken before I am ready. She settles with the sigh of one who is content in dreamland and I let my breath out carefully before I continue.

My arm snakes out to wrap around her waist. I can feel the moisture between my legs and white heat begins to build in my belly. The entire room smells of our hours of sex and one would think I would be exhausted, but I seem to have a hunger that was only tasted upon.

The flat of my hand runs along her stomach and up towards her breasts to her nipples and my mouth hungers for the taste of them. Gently I rub my open palm on their suppleness and even in her sleep her body arcs up slightly to press into my hand. I curl my fingers around the hardening buds and gently tug on them, bringing them to hard peaks and eliciting a soft moan from her.

Behind me I can feel him roll over, his hand mimicking mine as it wraps around me. I press my ass back into his groin and already I can feel his hardness pressing into my backside. He shifts once more and simply by his breathing I know he is no longer asleep, yet, not quite awake and I shiver slightly as his hand slides along the length of my hip, his breath caressing my shoulder as he decorates it with soft whispery kisses, like the wings of a butterfly on my skin.

For only a moment do my fingers pause in their quest, squeezing and rolling the hard nipples in between my finger and thumb. Her hand moves up and she lays it open handed on the back of my own. She doesn’t try to guide it, she just wants to feel my hands touching her, I am more then happy to take her along with me on the journey, over one extended nipple to the other and back, teasing and tugging on them. The urge to taste her is overwhelming and I dip my head forward enough to lick her shoulder, leaving a wet trail back and forth to her neck. Her head turns slightly and my lips move up to meet hers. Soft and gentle the kisses are between us. No demanding, no begging, simply two women exploring each other’s mouth. It is warm as mine covers hers, her tongue dancing with mine in slow circles.

His direction shifts and suddenly he is tugging hard on my nipples, my own hands tighten in response and her and I let out a collective moan. His hard cock presses into my backside further and I can feel the juices within me beginning to trickle down the inside of my leg.

“Your such a little whore” his breath washes over my ear as he speaks, darting his tongue along the sensitive spot he knows I love to have licked. “I want to watch you eat her pussy, I want to see her writhing beneath you and begging to cum”

Her hand tightens in anticipation on top of mine and we reluctantly break the beautiful kiss we have been wrapped in. I know it isn’t necessary but I can’t resist whispering “You have heard the Master, it is time for me to taste you”

She rolls onto her back with eagerness and I can hear him laugh. His hand withdraws from my taut nipples and as I begin to get shift to my knees his hand comes down hard on my ass.

“She looks bored whore, I want to see you please her”

All three of us know damn well she doesn’t look bored, she looks like the cat that ate the canary. She knows that for tonight, I will be her slave, and that knowledge brings a slight smile to her face and her eyes go beyond my shoulder and I know they are looking at one another.

Like me, she is normally the slave, only this time, our Masters have decided it is time for her to demand what she wants, out loud, with words. I know that this alone is hard for her. She is used to taking orders, definitely not giving them. Knowing how it will humiliate her to ask sends another bolt of electricity from my stomach to my pussy and I lay my length on top of hers.

Her body is perfect in my opinion. Her breasts are large and voluptuous with nipples that are large and dark. I can feel them pressing against mine and I smile down at her shy expression. The moonlight filtering in through the open windows gives me plenty of light to see by and makes her eyes sparkle.

I feel his hand slap my ass again and I press myself against her even harder. I know she can feel the heat of my pussy pressing against her and fire flares in her eyes. Much like the fabled creatures of the night my lips part as I dip my head towards her neck to take a mouthful of her satiny skin. It is free and clear of any hair below her neck and I know this because I was ordered to shave her last night. Much as she lays now, she laid before me as I lathered her body up and slowly ran the razor along every inch of her skin.

I travel down her body, the rain of spankings falling on my ass like the steady beating of a drum. It seems to match the pace of my heart as I take one nipple between my lips and suckle. Her hips buck up and I slide my hand down between us and lay it flat against her hairless pussy, so different from mine with it’s soft hair.

“Is she biting them the way you like?” his words are like a caress all in themselves and she shakes her head slightly. “Command her, command your whore to do it as you like”

My eyes shift up to watch her face and I can see the shame spreading over her face and my heart swells. I love her, as only a woman can love another, and I want to please her like no other woman has but my orders were to wait for her to ask and so I shall. I almost whimper as she shakes her head no, an outright refusal.

For her, this would earn a spanking from her Master, perhaps even a lashing with the belt. But for this night, it was not to be so, for her punishment would now become mine. Had she known this, I am sure she would have found it in her to utter the words, but, as slaves, we are only told what our Masters feel we need to know and they had deemed it unnecessary to tell her this.

The bed rocked slightly as he climbed out. My entire body tensed as I heard the zipper of a bag. I knew that her Master had sent along a set of toys, but, again, it was not needed for me to know what was in them.
The whistling in the air was the only sound I heard before I felt the fire exploded over my ass and I couldn’t help but jerk forward from the pain. A whip of some kind, though I knew better then to turn around and look. Red and white dots appeared before my eyes and blurred my vision as I looked to her with a pleading expression. The next blow fell before I could catch my breath.

“My my little whore, your ass does mark up nicely with this.” He brought it down again, like an artist making a painting, the whip like implement his paint and my ass the canvass” Two more strokes and he paused, his cool fingers running over the hot welts that had popped up where he had struck me. Somewhere I became aware of the fact that my fingers had curled up tightly against her pussy and she was bucking up against them.

“For each refusal, she will get five lashes with this, do you understand me Mistress Slave?” For tonight, that was her name, mine, I was only to be addressed as whore, or cunt, or bitch, whichever name suited them. He, as always, was to be addressed as Master. “Each time you question or protest, she will also receive a punishment”

“I can’t” she replies in a helpless whisper and once more my body tightens up as I brace for the blow of the whip. I hold my breath in anticipation but instead of the rain of the whip I feel his fingers drifting down the small of my back and into the crack of my ass. Out of instinct it tightens up and my eyes widen, he has never touched me there and I can feel something cool and slick on his finger. Without warning, something cold and hard replaces his fingers and I whimper, trying to be brave, trying not move, I feel the butt plug begin to invade me. It is fairly slender to start with but I can feel it getting bigger. It works it in and out of me only a bit, trying to work it past the ring of my ass, twisting and turning it to lube me properly.

“I warned you” his soft words carry over the darkness and are cut off by whimper as he presses hard one last time and I feel it pop past the ring of my ass and settle deep inside me. It stretches me completely and I feel utterly full and I struggle not to push it back out. “If it comes out before I take it out, you will learn about true pain whore, Mistress Slave, are you ready command the whore to bite your nipples?”

Even though every sense of my body is on high alert I can barely hear her as she speaks “Bite them” the words rush out of her mouth and I clamp my teeth down on her nipple and pull my head back. The nipple caught between my teeth and my hand pressed down on her pussy. I can hear everything, even her soft moan of pleasure, I can smell everything, including her desire, and I can feel everything around me, even the air tantalizing my skin simply by just being there.

I lift my head up, pulling her nipple with my teeth until I am sure I can no longer safely pull and I shake my head side to side slowly, watching the creamy flesh of her tits bounce back and forth. I am mesmerized and I smile as I let go suddenly and watch it drop back down into place. I can see on her skin where my teeth have marked her and I moved to the other nipple to repeat this process.

I shift my fingers and slide two of them into her pussy. The warm wetness wrapping around my hand like a velvet glove and I wiggle them back and forth, going in separate directions with each one. The butt plug in my ass returning to my mind as he slips his fingers down to feel the heat radiating from my own pussy.

“Your little whore likes this Mistress Slave, don’t you whore, tell your Mistress how much you like it”

“I love feeling your body Mistress” I am not allowed to call her slave, that is for Master only, least she forget her place. “ I love feeling your wet pussy around my fingers and tasting your nipples. May I lick your pretty pussy please? May I Mistress?”

I can feel her body tighten in response to my words, clamping down around my fingers in a vise like grip and a pang of jealousy washes over me, for the first time ever, I wish I could be a man, to see what it would be like to have this beautiful woman thrust up to meet my every movement and watch her body wiggle underneath mine in pleasure.

This time I never even hear the sound of air being shifted before I feel the pain. This is different, this is not a whip, it is more like a wooden paddle, it is large and flat and the next four swats come in rapid succession, stealing my breath from me and causing tears to spring into my eyes. I feel his finger pressing hard against the butt plug, as if knowing it might slip out without conscious thought to hold it in.

“Yes! Yes whore, lick me, lick my pussy like the whore you are”

I tremble at her words, though, from relief that the punishment will stop, or from the desire to taste her again undecided. I eagerly shift down and nibble her skin on my way, over her stomach and off to her sides, causing her to shift as my lips tickle her, over to her hips as my teeth nick at her.

Eagerly I slide down and inhale her scent. The sleek folds of her bald pussy glisten with her juices and without removing my fingers I gently lick along the outer folds to clean her juices off of her. I know that not all of her juices are hers, her Master made sure to fill her up before sending her over and the thrill of tasting both of them makes my heart pound and my clit throb.

Even as I become aware of the throbbing, I can feel him reach underneath me to flick it with his fingers, causing it to swell even more. He settles in behind me and I can feel his hardness pressing against me, a wet stickiness from where he has rubbed his pre cum on me. His large hands move over my ass cheeks caressing them and I know he is watching me lick her so I tip my head a bit to give him a better view.

“That is as far as you can lick her until she asks, do you understand this whore?” I nod my head and mutter my answer against her skin “Yes Master”

My lips and tongue continue their gentle assault, my fingers dancing deep inside her, stroking her back and forth. Her fingers slink down to grab a hold of my red curls as she attempts to get me to go further.

I feel him pressing his hard cock against the moist opening of my cunt and I try to press back, but his hands on my ass pushes me forward and tips my ass up. Already my body feels fuller then ever with the butt plug still inside and I can only pray he pulls it out, but my silent prayers go unanswered and I moan against her wetness as he eases himself inside me.

Bright colors swirl in circles buzzing above my head, for a ridicules thought that there were fireflies in the room, struggling to breath as I feel myself stretch around me.

He pulls out and presses in with agonizing slowness and I continue to lick her outer lips up and down slowly, moving from one side to other, dragging the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit, my fingers wiggling inside her, digging high up inside her as I search for her g-spot.

His hand smacks down hard against my ass. Lighting pain shooting through the areas where the whip had left it’s mark. The second one lands and it feels nearly twice has hard as the last one and I whimper as I feel the tears gathering in my eyes.

“Tell your whore what you want Mistress Slave, tell her how you want her to lick your pussy so she can do it right”

The third and fourth blows rain down in quick movements even as he continues to push in and withdraw leisurely, I can feel my own orgasm building deep inside me.

“Please…” her voice trails off in hesitation, even as her hands try to force my head down slightly, not with much difficulty do I refuse her pitiful plea.

“Come now Mistress Slave, tell her how you really want it, command her, make her do what pleases you” His words are punctuated by the blows of his open hand falling on my ass and the tears run unheeded down my face, the shame, the humiliation, my own impending orgasm. I struggle through it all, trying to hold myself back, knowing I am not allowed to cum without permission, yet so full and so excited by the entire scene.

His thrust begin to pick up speed and he uses his hands to pull my ass apart, spreading me even further and my hips rock back and forth to meet him. I feel a soft stinging sensation across my face, very light at first, and then a second. It takes me a moment to realize that not only is my Mistress speaking to me, but I am not following her orders.

“Lick inside me you dirty bitch, lick inside me and make me cum”

The words are an aphrodisiac and without further promting I bury my face deeper, my tongue swirling around my fingers, teasing and taunting her clit with the pointed end of my tongue with ravishing the rest of her inside with my fingers, adding a third simply for good measures.

I feel her fingers tighten in my hair, forcing my mouth onto her clit. His movements create a harmony. He thrusts and slaps, I move forward, my teeth nip at her clit and he pulls back, forcing her clit out of my mouth before repeating the process over and over again.

I would like to say that she screamed my name, or that she screamed at all, but her orgasm was rather silent as she simply lifted her hips and pressed down on my head, her knees tightly clasped around my face as I struggled to stay upright, as I feel my own orgasm hovering and I beg even as she cums into my mouth.

“Please Master, Please may your whore cum?”

A few more deeped thrusts and his hands squeeze tightly against my hips as he pushes inside me until it feels like he is cumming into my belly. I feel the heat of his juices squirting inside me and I shake tremendously with the effort of waiting.

His hand reaches down and pinches my clit roughly. “Come for me whore, come for your Mistress and Master” and without another thought I do. The waves breaking over me time and time again, sending hot white blasts all throughout my body.

I collapse on top of her and she runs her fingers through my hair lovingly as he pulls both the butt plug and his cock out of me, leaving me a bit relieved, but, feeling empty in a way.

I return to the position I was in when I awoke, he watches us from the edge of the bed. Her warm hand wraps itself around mine and I smile up at him.

He leans down and his smile is so worth it and the emptiness fades as he whispers “My good girls, sleep now, for there will be more to come tomorrow”





*A note just to clarify, It *is* a fantasy. A few of my other stories were not clarified and I regreted it later, and I was asked alot about the woman I have a crush on, but I will not reveal her name. This story was written with her in mind and she knows who she is.