Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 12:44:24 -0400
From: Cloe Sky <collorperfectyellowstone@gmx.com>
Subject: Cloe's Fantasy Comes True (MFF/F dominance)

Every emotion, every desire I describe in this story are ones that consume
me just like Cloe in this story I ache for these acts of submission. I hope
you enjoy this piece of my soul. MFF/F



One of my favorite things is to sit on my back porch swaying softly in the
wooden swing my grandfather built. It's large enough for five people to
sit shoulder to shoulder thigh to thigh. I love the times when my family
comes together. My sisters and I will laugh and swing for hours talking of
boyfriends, husbands, and jobs. Tonight I am glad that I'm alone. My
thoughts plague me. I'm the only daughter of five girls and three sons
who is not married and raising a batch of children of my own.

I want to! I want the sweet normal life with babies and a husband. I
already own my home nestled in the side of Mt Rainer. No close neighbors to
worry about gives me the privacy I need to try and find who I am. I want to
buy a dog, a Saint Bernard but I travel for my job and leaving it home
alone for up to a week would be cruel. So I sit alone on my back porch
swing, propped sideways, pillows cushioning my back a blanket draped over
my legs and hips.
A sad sigh escapes from between my lips. "I am so normal!" I shout
inside my head. "All I want is normal. That's all I want!" But I know
normal leaves me empty. It leaves me disillusioned and unfulfilled. "Damn
it!" I had normal. I had that picture perfect life. A fiancé who adored
and worshiped me. We had been together several months when he asked me to
marry him. Of course, I'd said yes, I was in love. We planned our
wedding. Six months and counting. That night I gave him my most treasured
gift. He was gentle and sweet but afterwards I only felt hollow. The
following months we made love often. I willingly gave him my body and mind
but it soon became an act of required service. He tried to coax me into
pleasure but I just couldn't respond. Three weeks before the wedding, we
called it off. He was never cruel or bitter but his parting words hurt
deeply. "There's no enjoyment Cloe in making love to a woman when
she's not there making love with you."
It has been two years and those words still ring through my head. Oh, it
hurts so much to know the failure I am but it hurts even more knowing why.
I can be so sexual, so hot and hungry but only in my mind. I can lay
sprawled across my bed, my legs spread wide. My fingers soaking wet from my
juices as I stroke my clit then plunge them hard deep inside me. I went to
a store that sold adult things. I bought the largest dildo I could buy,
clamps for my nipples too. When I am soaking wet and painfully throbbing I
use them. Now here's my devastating secret. I imagine myself in
submission while either a man or a woman often both, use me, use my body in
shameful ways. I'm forced to do for them acts of submission so deep when
not in the throes of lust I'm horrified I imagine them let alone want
them.

Just thinking of the fantasies has me wet and throbbing. I moan a plea of
desperation. Not again, please let me become normal. I know though that
I'll scream in orgasm only at with the fantasies of submission.
I trail my hand up to my breast. Through the cotton t-shirt I am wearing I
can easily find my nipple. It's painfully hard, puckered, and waiting to
be touched. I scrape my fingernail across it and the welcomed clench of
anticipation sings through me. Between my legs warm liquid seeps past
swollen lips and soaks into silken panties. I cry out in protest voicing my
denial knowing I am lost before that one rasping stroke across my nipple.

I have denied myself this pleasure for several days and now I'm a slave
to this craving. My mind slips away deep into a world of sexual totality.
My body naked I am kneeling before an unknown man. He is slowly stroking
his penis just inches from my mouth. He tells me he's going to bury
himself deep in the back of my throat and spray his hot thick cum inside my
mouth. Somehow he knows I hate the taste of a mans cum. I hate having a
penis shoved inside my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind licking
the head or even sucking just a little of it into my mouth. I don't even
mind sucking his balls, but I just don't like giving a blowjob. But!
secretly I love the submission of being on my knees with hands buried in my
hair, while I'm forced to suck then swallow from the penis being fed into
my mouth.

I squeeze my nipple, pinching it hard. Imagining the act of submission
sends waves of pleasure through my body and my mind. This is what I
secretly want. This is what I desperately need.
I am so hungry, swollen, and aching for more. My hand slides lower as I
imagine his huge penis pressing past my lips. "Open your mouth for me
Little One. Feel my cock as I shove it deep into your mouth." I lift one
hand to my mouth and draw two fingers into the moist warmth. At the same
time, my fingers slip inside my panties, slipping through golden curls and
into burning moisture. The palm of my hand presses against my clit. I rub
my palm across my clit frantic with the consuming need to cum. I pull my
hand away; I've not earned yet the privilege of release.

I picture again myself kneeling. Slowly deeply, the man is fucking his
penis into the depths of my mouth. The sweet pleasure of submission is
hundreds of times more sensual that any drug. In my mind, I'm begging him
to dominate me, to force me into compliance. With his hands wrapped in my
hair, he pulls me to him. His shoves his penis into my mouth and deep into
my throat. I gasp for breath but am unable to breathe while he fills my
throat. Faster and harder now, he is pulling my mouth over his dick. I know
he is close to cuming. I want to fight him, I stiffen against the invasion,
but I'm eager for what comes next. Adrenalin floods my system, milky juices
flow between my thighs. He is thick and hard, one more stroke maybe two and
hot thick cum will explode into my throat and mouth. I hate the taste of
cum. I hate having my mouth filled with a cock but worse to have it full of
cum and made to swallow it. I imagine him spewing wave after wave of semen
into my throat. He pulls back enough to spray the rest across my tongue and
fill my mouth. His hands clench in my hair. I instinctively know what he
wants but when he says the words defining my submission, I am utterly lost.
I bask in the use of me, bask in glorious submission. I suck his cock as
commanded, swallowing and drinking his thick semen. I hate the flavor in my
mouth but love it and crave it because he demands it. I lick his still hard
penis, finding each drop of cum and swallow it greedily.

I ache! My pussy is throbbing so hard. In my mind, I'm begging to stroke
my clit. The ache is overwhelming! I slip back into my fantasy. A woman is
kneeling at my back. She has been there the whole time but I've been lost
in the throes of submission to the man. She cups my breasts. Her fingers
closing around my nipples squeezing until I moan with pain. I arch into her
hands, the sweet pleasure of pain engulfing me. I look up as the man hands
a clamp to the woman. I cry with pain as she closes one over my right
nipple. I fight against her hold on me but she's stronger than I am. I am
forced to keel there and endure the pain. The woman holds me while the man
secures the second clamp over my left nipple. I pant into each wave of pain
searing through my nipples. I embrace this though. I want this intense
submission. Before I'm ready, before I have control of the agony in my
nipples the woman instructs me to kneel on my hands and knees. The position
increases the torture in my nipples. I am lost in the sensation of pain.

In my mind, I know what is coming. I anticipate it. My palm slides across
my soaking clit. I need this so desperately. Emotionally as well as
physically, I need this submission. I squeeze my nipples hard using my
fingernails to intensify the pain. I delve completely into my fantasy once
more. My behind is burning. The woman rains stroke after sweet stroke
across my behind. "This is not for you my Little One, this is purely for
my pleasure and for the man whose sperm lies hot inside you," she
whispers to me. "Look at him! Embrace the knowledge that he is your
master and will fuck you how and when he decides. You will drink his cum
and hate it but you are a slave to his desires." Her words were
punctuated by the kiss of his belt across my behind. I cringed at the
thought of hot sperm again filling my mouth but I basked in the demand for
submission.

My panties are soaking wet. The warm wet silk caresses the back of my hand,
air leaks past the gaps where panties no longer hug the juncture of my
thighs. The kiss of cool air on burning flesh adds to the intensity of my
excitement. I try to grasp a hold of my fantasy but can't. The demands
for fulfillment scream to the surface and my control is lost. I withdraw my
fingers from my pussy and slide them up to my clit. Furiously I begin
rubbing myself. It feels so good. I've ached for this, this decedent
pleasure. I know exactly how to stroke my fingers over my clit.
Instinctively know how many fingers to stretch the walls of my pussy with,
I know when. I know the joy in torment, of having several fingers buried
inside my ass. I convulse when I cum, the walls of my pussy clenching but
that sweet fulfillment is denied instead sweet torture as my fingers spread
my tight opening.
I scream out my pleasure into the night. The swing rocks with the thrusts
of my hips. My legs sizzer open and closed pressing my hand against my clit
then releasing it. I'm cumming so hard the tremors wrack through me.
Pleasure! I'm engulfed in the sweetest ecstasy known to man.

I let my head fall back to the cushions. I'm exhausted, so spent that my
whole body feels as if made of led. I feel like crying though, partly from
exhaustion, and the rest? Those tears are from my soul. Those tears are for
the woman in me who aches for something I neither understand nor can
obtain. I cry from the shame of the depravity of my needs.
Cold and weary I slip my hand from my panties and close my legs. I open my
eyes and freeze. There's a man and two women standing at the base of my
steps. Instantly I pray that they hadn't seen what I knew they had. I try
to convince myself it hadn't happened but the gentle waves of pleasure
pulsing outward from my clit force reality home. I sat up quickly and
covered myself as best I could with the blanket. Unconsciously using it as
a shield between myself, them, and what I know we'd all just witnessed.

The man climbs the steps, the boards of the porch creaked as he slowly
closes the distance between us. I couldn't believe it when he knelt by my
side. He lifted one finger to his lips and shushed me with a breath.

"My name is Jess," he whispered. "I don't want you to be afraid of
me. You now what we saw; nothing can change that or make it go away. You
were so amazing! I wanted to watch you but I wanted to join you just as
badly. I know you're scared but I want you to tell me the secrets of your
thoughts. Tell me what you were thinking while you screamed."
Oh gosh! This cannot be happening! This cannot be real! Damn it! NO THIS
CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME! I screamed inside my head.

The two women joined us on the porch, and then Jess took my hand and led me
into the house. As polite as any southern gentleman he led me to the couch
and sat me down. He sat at my side turned slightly facing me. The women sat
on the floor. The one with blond hair pressed against his leg her hand
resting on his thigh. The second woman captured my attention. Most women
with red hair aren't pretty and neither was she but she was cute, very
cute. Her eyes were a deep deep blue. She had a cute button nose and a
heart shaped mouth. I couldn't help thinking how crazy I must be to
notice something like that in a situation like this. In this case, panic
must be driving me insane.
Jess introduced the women to me. Heather is the blond-haired woman and
Alicia is the red head. Jess asks my name and absently I give it to him.

"Cloe, I want you to tell us what you imagined while you were out there
on the porch," Jess instructed. Of course, I refused! I'm scared to
death but I'm not scared enough to reveal such shame. Jess cupped my face
with his hands. "Cloe it's very important that you tell me right now
what was running through your mind!"

I meet Jesse's eyes for the first time. Like Alicia's they were so
blue. Dark full lashes framed those beautiful eyes. My eyes dropped to his
lips. They were full and inviting; a sexy pout turned the corners down but
instead of making him look ugly or angry it made him breath taking. Oh man!
I cannot believe what I'm thinking. Truly! Truly! I've lost all touch
with reality.
I raised my eyes to Jesses. "Tell me little kitten, tell me what's
inside that beautiful head of yours. Let us inside so we can share your
dream." His whispered words tickled against my skin. I looked to the
women for refuge but found none. I felt shaken to the core. The walls that
had protected me threatened to fall away. A sense of relief flooded through
me but it wasn't the relief I wanted. I closed my eyes. At first, the
words refused to flow from my lips. Soon as fast as the words formed in my
head, they filled the room. I told of the fantasies I embraced. Told of my
inability to perform or respond to simple sex. I opened my eyes and locked
gazes with Jess as I told him my deepest most horrific secrets. I told him
of my fantasies filled with submission and the degradation I craved. The
last confessions faded in the air and I dropped my face into my hands and
cried. "Please just leave." I whispered. But I knew that would never
happen.

Jess pulled me to him and cradled my head against his chest. One of the
women hugged my waist while the other woman pressed in close against my
back. A cocoon of warmth surrounded me. Insanely I felt safe and loved.
Jess tipped my head backward. His lips dropped to mine. This was not
reality to me; I'd surrendered to a dream. I welcomed his lips against
mine. I caressed his full bottom one with my tongue then gently suckeled,
and nibbled with my teeth. Jess controlled the kiss. He delved into my
mouth with his tongue engaging me in an erotic dance so blatant in intent I
couldn't deny his meaning.

Jess pulled his mouth from mine. "Cloe this is real not a dream. I want
you awake and in reality. We were sent here because you'd disappeared for
several weeks. You missed your appointment with your counselor. Cloe, I
know the pain you're feeling. Feeling disgusted and ashamed because of
how you feel inside is not something new. Many people feel self-loathing
but you are destroying yourself with it. Our intent was to convince you to
come back with us. Now I'm not going to, or at least not yet. With Alisha
and Heather, I want to show you the beauty in your needs. We are going to
open the doors past your shame and share with you the beauty of want you
ask for.

Jess captured my lips once more. I wanted to protest, to refuse his
intrusion but I couldn't. My soul cried out for what he promised. My
body, ever the betrayer, flamed with anticipation. Jess and the women stood
up. For the first time Alisha openly reached out to me offering me her hand
in a gesture of guidance. I looked into her eyes as I placed my hand in
hers, a blatant plea for help filled my eyes. I was more afraid of the
emotional devastation than of physical fear. As I rose to my feet I felt as
if I were relinquishing all control, though honestly I felt like control
was something I never wanted. Alisha led me into my bedroom, Jess and
Heather following behind.

Alisha led me to the edge of the bed and released my hand. "Undress for
us Cloe," she instructed. I hesitated. The blanked draped around me
offered little concealment but my panties and t-shirt felt like a shield.
Both offered a measure of protection more in my mind than in reality. Still
I hesitated. My hands shook. Each time I tried to move, to let the blanket
fall to the floor I couldn't move. The three of us stood there as if
frozen only the sound of our breathing breaking the silence. With each
moment that passed I knew I would have to surrender myself and let the
blanket fall.

One deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened my hand. Slowly I opened my
eyes expecting the worst but all three of them stood as before waiting for
me to remove the silk panties from my hips and the t-shirt concealing my
breasts. This second surrender would render me fully exposed. My thumbs
hooked into the waist of my panties. Dark blue slid off my hips, down over
the gentle swell of my bottom. The crotch slid away from my lips. Chilled
air caressed damp heated flesh. The silk fabric warmed and darkened by the
moisture that had leaked from my core brushed the inside of my thigh as I
slid the panties down my legs. At my knees I released them letting them
fall into a pool at my ankles. Gracefully I stepped out of the panties.
Almost hidden but not quite the patch of silk made dark by my juices
betrayed me. Everyone in that room could plainly see how aroused I'd been
and the strength of my orgasm. I raised my eyes for Alisha. Somehow she'd
become the one I sought for guidance. It was easier to slip the t-shirt
over my head but only just a little.

"Cloe you are so beautiful," Heather said. "Remember that always!
Remember it and embrace it while we show the beauty of what hungers inside
you."

All three of them stepped up to me. My stomach clenched in fear I knew now
there was no turning back. It had begun.
Jess and Heather turned me around facing the bed then guided me into
position. Heather crawled onto the bed, held my head, and upped body
pressing me into the mattress. Jess pressed against my lower back and
waist. I squirmed around, fighting against their hold, I knew what was
coming next, and fear fueled my efforts to get away. The first swat
startled me, the second tore a scream from my throat. Measured by seconds
apart each swat tore another cry from my mouth. The physical pain fueled
tears, the mortification and humiliation caused them to spill from my eyes.
Heather leaned close to my ear. "Stop fighting us. Let go of who you
think you should be and let us show you that it's ok to be who you are
hidden inside." Still I fought them and more strokes burned my behind.
Finally, I gave in. I had no strength left to fight. Several more times
burning pain splashed across the curve of my behind. My surrender became
obvious the spankings stopped and Jess and Heather released me.
Jess told me to turn around and sit on the bed. Not wanting the spanking to
resume, I complied. My bottom throbbed, burning pain with each heartbeat.
Jess stood before me. "Cloe, you're going to put away your sense of
propriety. You won't be allowed to hold back anything, no nice pretty
words or safe labels." I had no idea what Jess was talking about but I
nodded my head in acceptance anyway. "Undress us Cloe," Jess
instructed. I can't believe this is happening! I can't undress them!
"Cloe, do it now!" Jess commanded. He stepped up to me and pulled me up
until I stood before him. He guided my fingers to the buttons on his shirt.
Together we slid each one from confinement. My hands dropped to my side
while Jess slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
His hands slid into my hair clenching, not tight enough to cause pain but
tight enough to show me who was in control. He pulled my face close to his.
His lips brushed against mine. "Undo my pants Cloe," he whispered
against my lips. Then he captured my mouth with his and kissed me. His
mouth consumed me. He demanded my surrender with this kiss. He release one
hand from my hair and grasped my hand. I flinched when he pressed my palm
to the front of his jeans. The telling swell of his size and thickness
filled my palm. Jess tore his mouth from mine only long enough to grind out
a command. "Undress me!" he ground out between clenched teeth.
Violently he recaptured my mouth thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.
Forcefully he thrust into me then withdrew; I knew he was showing me
exactly what he planned to do to me with his body. My fingers shook
violently as I tried to slip the button free. I couldn't stop shaking I
fumbled pathetically in my attempts to fulfill Jess's command. Hands
covered my shaking ones; Jess's hands were clenched in my hair so it had
to be either Alisha or Heather or possibly both. Together we slid each
metal button through their hole. They helped me slide his jeans off his
hips. Taking his boxers with them, they slid his jeans to his ankles. Jess
moved against me, I didn't have to look to know he had stepped out of his
shoes and then his jeans. I squeezed my eyes closed to hide from seeing
Jess naked. What a childish reaction, futile at best. As soon as he had
stepped from his jeans, he stepped in and was now pressed tight against me.
He released my hair so suddenly it threw me off balance. He grabbed my
flailing and wrapped them behind his neck. I squeaked in surprise when both
his hands cupped my behind lifting me to my toes and pressing me hard
against him. He was swollen, ridged, and hard but the thing that startled
me was how much of him there was pressing against my stomach. Pulling back
from my mouth Jess met my startled gaze. "That Cloe is my cock." I
couldn't help blushing. Such crude words were only in the deepest depths
of my fantasies and I surely didn't say them aloud! "Say it Cloe! Tell
me what it is I'm pressing against your belly!" Of course, I stammered.
The words refused to become sound. Jess ground himself against me.
"It's your cock!" I cried out. "Please, it's your cock." I
closed my eyes, lowered my forehead, and pressed it to Jess's chest. With
his right hand, he tilted my chin up. "Look at me Cloe!" When I did as
he said. "Good girl Cloe," he praised then captured my lips once more.

Jess stepped back from me; his hand fell and grasped his cock. The head was
slick and glistened with moisture. I couldn't help but look at him. I
couldn't help being awed by the beauty of him. It dawned on me that I
wanted him desperately inside me. Instantly I was wet and ready for him to
bury himself inside me. Jess stepped away from me. I must have whimpered in
protest. "Not yet Little One, you need to undress Heather and Alisha
first." I looked to Heather when she stepped up to me. It registered in
my mind how beautiful she was. She startled me when she reached out and
cupped my face in her hands. "Now undress me Cloe," she said. As Jess
had done, she slid her hand into my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. Only
in my fantasies had I tasted another woman's lips. I felt dizzy, I felt
tingly I felt as if the room were tilted. Heathers lips were so soft.
Unlike Jess's who were more firm, more masculine somehow. I wasn't as
startled when Jess's hands circled mine. Together we lifted Heathers
sweater. She released my mouth only long enough to let us slip it past her
head. Our fingers found the claps to her bra, centered between her full
breasts. It was quickly released. I made sure my hands stayed with Jess's
when he slipped the straps off her shoulders. I tried to pull away when
Jess surprised me by placing my hands beneath Heathers breasts them lifting
them with our cupped hands.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I screamed in my head. Oh my gosh, she feels
so beautiful. My thumbs followed Jess's to her nipples. They were
puckered and hard but as we stroked them with our thumbs, they swelled even
more. I could feel the darkened circle framing her nipple crinkle beneath
my thumb. The need to suck that beautiful nipple into my mouth consumed me.
Leaving Jess's guidance, I cupped her breast in my hands. She wasn't
large but she filled my hands and more. I ached desperately with the
overwhelming need to suckle from her.

Jess captured my hands and led me to the waist of Heathers' jeans.
Willingly almost eagerly, I slid the button free. Jess's hands rested on
her hips while I slid the zipper down. Surprising us all I dropped to my
knees and began sliding her jeans off her hips. My eyes met Jess's, I
didn't know when he'd knelt behind Heather, but I was grateful for the
approval I saw in his eyes. I pressed the side of my face against Heathers
warm flesh. My lips just inches about dark blond curls, I could smell the
sweet musky scent of her body. I closed my eyes, breathing in the most
erotic fragrance I could imagine. I felt fear. Once again, a wave of denial
consumed me. I could not be doing this. Not in real life. The overwhelming
hunger to taste and to touch this woman was all-consuming. My eyes flew
open and met Jess's. Clearly the panic I felt was evident in my eyes.
Jess grabbed my hands and drew me to my feet. He cupped my face in his
hands. "It's ok Little One. It's ok Cloe." He kissed my mouth but I
was too panicked to respond. Heather pressed herself against my back. Her
warm breath, soft lips caressed the side of my neck. I resisted as the
screams of condemnation raged through my mind. I couldn't pull free from
the screaming accusations. I was becoming lost in my mind.

Jess pulled away from me. He shook me calling me back to reality. "Come
back to me Cloe! Look at me! Don't let them beat you, Cloe. Come back to
me!" I felt as if I were waking from a thick syrupy dream. Jess hugged
tight, Heather pressed in against my back. "It's alright baby,"
Heather whispered. "It's alright." I let them hold me. I desperately
needed them. The horror of my fantasies eats at me every minute. I believed
I was nothing better than a person to loath, something so vile because of
the hungers inside me. That's why I was hiding. That's why I lived in
fear of myself. I knew Jess, Heather, and Alisha knew the evil inside me. I
had told them just moments before while we sat on the couch. I had told
them and they hadn't condemned me. I couldn't understand it.

Jess pulled away from me. "Cloe it's ok. You are safe with us. I want
you to know that but I also want you to know that we're going to break
through those barriers and show you how beautiful you are and that the
fantasies filling your mind are not bad. They aren't evil and neither are
you. We're not going to let you hide anymore."
I was crying now but I nodded my head accepting and agreeing with Jess.
"Good girl," he whispered.
Jess stepped aside so Alisha could step in and embrace me. I was again
floored by how adorable she was. She is exactly like the woman I imagined
in my fantasies. I felt so drawn to her. It was so right when she
surrounded me with her arms. It felt as if blocks were sliding into place.
I opened for her as she kissed me. I flowered in her arms and bloomed. This
time she guided my hands to her own clothes. This time I led as we slipped
the layers of cloth from her body. My hands cupped and caressed her. It was
a world of just her and I and for the first time I could open to the person
inside me and was honest with myself.
Alisha led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and brought my mouth down to
hers. One sweet kiss, so pure but I recognized the control Alisha was
conveying to me. I knew that she was telling me that from now on I would be
given no more leeway. Now I would be allowed no more barriers to hide
behind. All my fantasies were laid in the open and I would lean to embrace
the submission I carved.

Alisha pressed me to my knees. "These, Little One are my breasts and
these are my nipples." She cupped her breasts while saying it, her thumbs
stroking her nipples. "Now say it. Touch me and tell me the names while
you do it." My hands shook as I lifted them to Alisha's breasts.
Hesitantly I cupped them in my hands. These are your breasts. In mirror of
her earlier actions, I slid my thumbs over her nipples. "These are your
breasts." I pressed a light kiss to her right nipple. Nothing in the
world felt as beautiful. I licked the hard nipple teasing it with the tip
of my tongue. Then I sucked her into my mouth. She felt so beautiful tasted
like heaven. I wanted to stay there forever savor her nipple inside my
mouth.
"Very good Cloe. These are the names for them and you will call them by
those names. Tell me, what Jess taught you are the names for his body." I
couldn't help the blush that flamed through my body scorching me to my
toes. I knew though, that doing as Alisha commanded was required. What
Jess, Alisha, and Heather instructed me to do was a command for obedience.
"He said the name for his penis is a cock."

"Good job little Cloe! Now kneel down between my legs."
As I knelt Alisha spread her legs. On my knees before her, my face was
inches from her. "What's this Cloe," she asked. Her finger slid
through her auburn curls, over the mound and across swollen lips. From
where I knelt, I could clearly see the drops of moisture clinging to them.
Alisha's fingers slid through moisture, pressed between her lips
spreading them. She coated her clit with the liquid and gently stroked it
while she asked, "Cloe, what is this? Tell me what my fingers are
rubbing."
"It's your clit," I whispered "and that is your pussy."
"Very good! Jess praised from behind me. He knelt at my back, his hand
cupping my breast. In his other hand he held his cock and rubbed through
the crack of my behind. "What is this Cloe? Feel the drops of cum I'm
spreading on you Cloe. I'm so hard and leaking, the anticipation of
burying my cock deep inside here is making cum leak onto the head." He
pressed against the tight opening. "Say it out loud Cloe. Tell me where
you want me to fuck you."
"Jess please," I gasped. Please don't make me say it." I waited but
no one moved, no one said a word. I jumped when Jess pressed his finger
inside me. I convulse around him. Each convulsion bringing a gentle mixture
of pain and pleasure. "It's my ass Jess," I relinquish. Jess slide
his finger free then resumes stroking me with his cock. I'm slick from
the droplets of cum he's spreading across me. I'm scared. I know how
he's going to fuck me there. I can't help being afraid but the wave of
excitement it brings builds inside me.

I am so... Everything I feel is so intense. Every nerve ending on my body
is hypersensitive. Each breath causes my breasts to rise and fall, the
movement of air tortures my hardened nipple. I'm soaking wet between my
legs and each movement of my legs spreads my juices across my lips. My clit
is pure agony, wet and swollen it's squeezed and milked each time I move
my legs. The entrance Jess penetrated, the entrance to my ass, it still
convulses only now it's pleasure mixed with the pain of need.

"Now it's time to taste my pussy, Cloe," Alisha said. As she lies
back on the bed, she pulls my mouth to her. I've tasted my fingers after
I've masturbated. I thought Alisha would taste the same. I was wrong. I
slid my thumbs through the moisture soaking her lips. Almost instantly,
they are covered with her juices. I pressed them against the inside of her
lips and spread them. Oh, she is so beautiful! I want to show her how
beautiful she is to me. I have to taste her. I have to taste her now, right
now. I lower my lips to her and kiss her. Then I lick her essence off my
bottom lip and I am lost. Imagining in my mind all the things I'd begged
to have done to my pussy I do to hers. I lick her swollen lips first then
gently sucked her cream from them. I lowered my mouth, pressed my tongue
against the entrance to her behind, and then slowly licked my way to her
pool of nectar. I slid my hands under her and cupped her cheeks. Her legs
spread wider tipping her pussy just enough for her juices to pour into my
mouth. I drink from her beautiful pussy, each sweet drop that flowed from
her depths, I savor. Alisha's pussy bucked against my mouth, I pressed my
tongue inside her as deep as I could. In my mind I saw us, an erotic dance
between my mouth and her pussy. I saw us fucking each other in such a
beautiful way.
"Suck her clit Cloe. Let her cum in your moth," Jess instructed.

I slid my mouth up to her clit and licked it. Her clit was swollen and
hard, it felt huge, I knew it must be painful. Gently at first I licked up
and down on it, it pulsed against my tongue. I sucked her clit into my
mouth and held it captive while I tortured it with my tongue. I love the
way she feels in my mouth and I love the way I feel being on my knees
giving her pleasure. I slid two fingers into her pussy, she clamped tight
around me. As she crashed into the leading wave of orgasm, I could feel her
clit swell even more. I licked and sucked her submersing her in the center
of a hurricane of ecstasy. Her screams filled the air. She bucks under me
her legs thrashing open and closed. Instinctively I knew when Heather and
Jess held her legs spread. I needed to give her all of myself. Honestly, I
wanted to do this for both of us. Gently I licked and sucked her while the
waves calmed. With each stroke of my tongue I tested her. Finally, she
relaxed and began opening for me. Jess and Heather continued to hold her
while I liked and sucked her clit. I lifted my mouth from her pussy and
watched while I rubbed my fingers over her clit. I know the sweet torture
of my clit being engorged and fully exposed. I know how Alisha feels her
clit being tortured by my fingers like this. She lifts her hips off the
bead. Her head is tilted back, whimpering cries and pleas for release spill
past her lips. She is so beautiful! I rub her swollen clit, while two of my
fingers stroke deep inside her. She is on the very edge. I know she's
desperate. I pull my fingers from inside her and replace them with my
mouth. Now I want her to cum. I want her fill my mouth with cum. I rub her
with my fingers faster, I know she needs harder but selfishly I make her
wait just a bit longer. I lick inside her pussy drinking her cream. I'm
grateful Jess and Heather are holding her. She screams over and over. With
each stroke, she explodes. I suck her while she comes; drink her thick
juices while they flow into my mouth. Gently while she lays there exhausted
I lick her pussy savoring each sweet drop of cream that I find. Finally, I
lay my cheek against her thigh.

"That was so beautiful," Jess says from behind me. I'd almost
forgotten he was there. Jess pulls me around to face him. "That was so
beautiful and having your sweet ass pressed against my cock made it almost
perfect. I want to bend you across that bed right next to Alisha and bury
myself deep inside that sweet little ass. I know you're going to be so
tight. You may have used your vibrator in your pussy but I know your ass is
still very much a virgin. But don't worry Kitten you're not ready for
that yet. Watching Alisha fill you mouth with cum made me want you to drink
from me as well."
This is one of the most dreaded things for me. I hate it, I hate it, I hate
it. I can't stand having a penis shoved into my mouth and down my throat.
Worse is boiling cum filling my mouth and then having to swallow it is too
much. I felt like gagging. It stopped here. I cannot do it; I can't do
what Jess wants. Heather stepped behind me and pulled me to the floor. She
held me in place forcing me to kneel before Jess. I pushed against Jess's
stomach. Heather grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind me. Alisha knelt
beside me.

"Cloe, embrace that submissive need you have inside. This is the moment
you can freely go. While you suck Jess's cock let the warm wave of
submission wash over you. You know that you can submit either way. You can
enjoy the depths of submission and how beautiful that feels or you can feel
pain and humiliation. One way you obey Jess's command the other way we
force you." Alisha explained.

I wanted to just get it over with. In ways, I wanted Jess to bury his hands
in my hair and force me to remain still while he fucked himself into my
mouth. That was the easy way out. But it would also rob me and everyone in
the room of any pleasure. I fought back and forth each time I tried to say
ok I couldn't and each time I tried to say no I couldn't. Finally, I
let go. I knew the right direction. I wouldn't like having Jess fill my
mouth and I might gag while I swallowed his cum but I knew I could feel
good while I knelt and submitted to Jess. I nodded my head. "I'll help
you through it," Alisha whispered to me. I expected Heather to release my
hands but she didn't. Jess gripped the back of my head, holding the shaft
of his cock he guided me to him. He pressed the tip against my lips and
spread his semen across them. I complied to his order to lick his juices
from my lips. He pressed the head against my tongue and forced entry into
my mouth. His flavor filled my mouth. Hesitently I explored the head with
my tongue. The head felt stunningly soft but hard and frightening at the
same time. I was not ready to do this! But I had no choice. Jess guided my
mouth down the length of his cock. Slowly he pressed the head across my
tongue then into my throat. I gagged, I knew I would. It was only a matter
of when. Instead of withdrawing Jess pressed harder against the back of my
head seating his cock deep in my throat. I thought about biting him to make
him release me, but I knew the ramifications would be severe. I fought
against Heathers hold on my wrist, but with my arms pulled behind my back,
I was as weak as child. I gasped a breath around Jess as he withdrew. With
my tongue, I tried to push him all the way out but he stopped when just the
head penetrated my mouth. Slowly methodically, he began a rhythm, deeply
penetrating until the head pressed deep in my throat, and then slowly
dragging the head across my tongue until it rested on the tip of my tongue
just passed my lips. At first, I cried tears of anger, but somehow I became
involved in the rhythm instead of just being subject to it. Jess's gentle
but forceful dominance allowed me the time I needed to acknowledge the
feelings growing inside me. I still hated having Jess's cock in my mouth.
I hated the taste of the precum he spread across my tongue. But mentally
I'd shifted, it wasn't the invasion or the taste of cum I focused on it
became that gut clenching thrill of submission. Jess grabbed the back of my
head with both hands now. He increased the tempo and the depth with which
he fucked himself into my mouth. Heather held my wrists tighter forcing my
arms further behind my back. I cried out around Jess's cock when
Alisha's hand cupped my sex. I hadn't realized how soaking wet I'd
become and how hard and throbbing my clit was, not until Alisha pressed the
heel of her hand against my clit and slid her fingers inside me.

I cried and whimpered around Jess's cock. Never had I felt the emotional
intoxication of submission. It overwhelmed me, it consumed and it excited
me to a level I didn't know existed and it all mixed together and pooled
between my legs. Alisha pressed her palm against my clit and rubbed. One
more movement and I would soak Alisha's fingers, just one more stroke
across my clit. Instead, she slid her hand from my pussy. "Feel how
beautiful it is when you submit. Look inside and see how fulfilling it is
having to obey Jess and let him fuck your mouth with his cock. It feels so
beautiful doesn't it Little One. It feels so right and you want him to
fuck you, you want him to fill your mouth with cum and you want to swallow
it because he told you to." Oh my gosh! Alisha is so right. Everything
thing she said is true! My pussy is still throbbing and I still need her to
touch me. Jess clenches his fists in my hair and shoves his cock deep into
my throat. Hot thick cum erupts from the head and fills my throat. My pussy
throbs in time with each spray of cum. Franticly I swallow trying to keep
up with jets of semen. Cum explodes filling my mouth as Jess resumes
pumping his cock into my mouth. It seems as if I swallow rivers of semen,
while Jess sprays over and over filling my mouth. Instinctively I lick the
shaft and head as the last spurts gush into my mouth. I hate the taste
filling my mouth I hated swallowing his cum but the sweet feeling of
submission is intoxicatingly erotic.

"Very good little girl," Jess says to me as he pulls me to my feet.
"You looked just like a warm fuzzy kitten eagerly drinking my cream. So
beautiful, Little One, so beautiful" His hands cupped my face his thumbs
stroked my cheeks. My whole body aches with need but his words of praise
heal my heart. "You ache don't you baby," he asked. I nodded my head.
"You can have your release after you've pleased us, only after you've
given us total submission." Jess guided me to the floor and instructed me
to lie down. He stretched my hands over my head and held them firmly in
place. Alisa knelt between my legs spreading them wide open. My heart is
pounded with fear. Heather stepped over me one foot one each side. It felt
as if my heart was going to explode from my chest. Heather knelt down
straddling me on her knees. She centered her pussy over my mouth. Fear
became excitement. I had loved the taste of Alisha's cum and though I
hated the taste of Jess's semen I still throbbed from the rapture of
submission, now I lay stretched on the floor held in place by Jess and
Alisha with Heathers pussy inches from my mouth. I was discovering the joy
in being restrained and realized that I would eagerly beg for it. I met
Heathers pussy with my tongue. She lowered herself further giving me access
past her lips to the pool of juices waiting to spill into my mouth. She
tasted so good! I just opened my mouth and let her spill into me. Her pussy
is so wet and creamy. I am so grateful she is letting me drink her juices.
I felt but didn't register Jess cupping the sides of my head. I was too
immersed in the taste of the sweet juices flowing from Heathers pussy. I
moaned in protest when she slid her pussy lower on my mouth moving the
source of nourishment from my mouth. She centered her pussy so neither her
clit nor the entrance to her core were directly over my mouth. I jumped
when several drops of liquid splashed against my tongue. A bitter salty
flavor filled my mouth. I tried to get up, to pull away but Jess held my
head firmly in place. "Drink her Baby; drink this special gift
Heather's giving to you. Immerse yourself in the beauty of total
submission." Jess instructed. "Immerse yourself in the most consuming
depth of submission. Submit to Heather and drink while she spills into your
mouth." Jess's words shot to the very core of my soul. I knew what he
said was true. I couldn't hide from the knowledge that many times I'd
cum screaming with pleasure while I imagined doing this very thing. Heather
didn't wait for my submission, instead she pressed her pussy tight to my
mouth and released a small stream of warm liquid. I swallowed. I had no
choice, physically or emotionally. Jess's hands holding tight to the
sides of my head intensified the decedent pleasure of having Heather's
pee filling my mouth. The first time I swallowed was the hardest but with
each mouthful; I embraced the act of submission more fully. Jess whispered
words of encouragement telling me how beautiful it was watching my mouth
pressed tight to Heather's pussy and seeing each movement of my neck
while I swallowed her hot pee. Earlier I'd licked Jess's cum from his
cock and pressed the tip of my tongue into the crescent opening searching
for more. Now my mouth was filled with the flavor of Heathers pee, its heat
still warmed my mouth and I eagerly sucked and licked her hoping for more.

All the acts of submission I've done have been so erotic. I felt so
beautiful being dominated in such erotic and consuming ways but this one
act of submission to Heather was the most profound of all. I found my true
self.

I licked up the last precious drops as Heather tilted her pussy again and
brought her clit into the warmth of my mouth. I knew what she wanted and I
wanted to give it to her. Her clit is larger than Alisha's is. I had
always thought that women's clits were all the same size but Heathers was
definitely larger and it felt so good in my mouth. My pussy clenched and
throbbed each time I stroked my tongue over her clit. I pressed my tongue
flat against her clit and held it there while she pulsed against me. I
wanted her to cum in my mouth. I wanted it to gush into my mouth and fill
me with her cream. I wanted her to press tight against me once more and
spill hot golden pee into my mouth and with my tongue, with my mouth I
begged her for these things. Heather smashed her pussy against my mouth her
hips bucking so that she fucked her clit with my mouth. When her clit
became too sensitive she tilted her pussy and centered her core over my
mouth. Sweet, sweet cum flowed into my mouth, I plunged into her pussy and
begged for more. Then in one more display of dominance, she slid her pussy
across my mouth, pressed it hard against me, and released another small
stream of pee into my mouth.
Jess and Alisha released me. I didn't try to get up or even move. I could
not move even if I wanted to. I felt so alive laying there. The warmth from
submission radiated from every pore of my body. I have never felt so
beautiful. Jess instructed me to get up and kneel on my hands and knees. My
legs and arms were weak and rubbery but my clit felt huge, swollen, and
painfully hard. I couldn't hold back a plea for fulfillment. Like the
slave I'd become I begged him to let me cum. Jess told me I was a bad
little girl, slaves never ask for anything unless given permission to do
so. Again, he told me to kneel on my hands and knees. There were no
options, no personal choice; I rose to my knees then to all fours. I had no
idea what to expect, especially when Heather fisted her hand in my hair and
Alisha lay down and scooted under me, her face centered below my pussy. I
hear Jess moving around behind me but Heathers hand in my hair prevented me
from moving my head.

Something brushed up the inside of my leg, over my behind and then against
my pussy. "Do you feel this Cloe? This is my belt and for being a bad
little girl I'm going to spank you with it," Jess said.
I tried not to say anything but I held out for less than a minute, and then
I begged Jess not to spank me. I promised him and both women that I'd be
good. But Jess just rubbed the belt across my pussy then spread the cream
that soaked it down my leg.

 "See baby, your pussy betrays you. You are so wet and swollen it's
impossible for you to hide from me how excited you are. You want this and
your body is showing me how much."
The first stroke landed across my behind, a scream ripped from my throat.
The next stroke landed in the same spot setting me on fire. A haze of pain
engulfed me but Jess knew exactly how punish me. Several strokes in one
spot then several in another. I had no time to become accustomed to the
pain Jess made sure of that. The last three strokes tore scream after
scream from me. My legs were spread wide and those last three landed on my
pussy the edge of the belt smashing my clit. I convulsed with pain but it
had brought me to the very edge of cumming.

Jess knelt behind me. He rubbed his hands over my behind, thighs and pussy.
Everywhere he touched felt hot, the heat searing pain. Jess traced the path
where his hands had been with the head of his cock. He pressed the head
against the opening to my womb. I closed my eyes anticipating, hoping that
he'd penetrate me deep and hard. I groaned when he pulled it away and
slid it up through the trail of moisture that had leaked from inside me up
to the entrance to my ass. He added two fingers coating them in cream and
pressing them just inside my ass. I shivered, I knew what he was about to
do and it scared me, but each extreme act of submission had brought
profound pleasure both emotionally and physically. The taste of Heathers
pee still lingered in my mouth; I knew I would beg her to let me drink from
her again. I stiffened when Jess pressed the head of his cock against the
opening of my ass. Inside my head, I was begging him to fuck me so hard. I
needed him to sear me with submission. Jess grabbed my hips with his hands
and with one hard thrust spread my ass wide burying the head of his cock
deep inside. It hurts so bad! I feel like he's ripping me apart. I'm
convulsing around him and each tremor brings more pain. Jess doesn't give
me time to grow accustiomed to his size or the intrusion. He pulls out all
of his cock including the head then back again, with one hard thrust he
seats himself deep inside me. Again and again, he withdraws then forces me
open by shoving his cock deep inside me. At first, it only hurts
unmercifully it hurts but gradually the pain subsides enough so that it
becames a mixture of pleasure and pain. While Jess fucks me, I begin
picturing myself on my knees submitting to this possession. It felt so
good. It felt so right being dominated so forcefully so completely.
Pleasure spread me, my body tingled and a waved of cum built deep in my
pussy. Alisha's fingers slid through my cream soaked pussy. She found my
clit and began stroking me. The sweet painful pleasure of Jess fucking my
ass sent me over the edge too quickly. I cried out with pleasure, wave
after wave of release. As the last waves of orgasm crashed through me, I
clenched painfully around Jess's cock. He had slowed while I came holding
back but now he resumed fucking me hard and deep.

"Feel how submission wrenches you wide open Cloe. Feel how intense the
pain can be. But see how eagerly how fully you embrace the humiliations and
pain off submission. Feel the consuming completion of that deep, deep
submission brings," Jess demanded. "Now feel me explode in your ass
Cloe. Feel me shoot my cum deep inside your sweet little ass!" Jess
slammed his hips against my ass rocking me forward. His cock thickened,
lengthened spread me wider pressed deeper into my ass. I cried out my pussy
clenching, I felt every word he'd said. I felt completely open and
vulnerable, erotic and sexy totally submissive. Cream spilled from my pussy
as Jess's semen filled my ass.

I collapsed in exhaustion but I prayed that tomorrow I'd be forced to do
all that I'd done today and more, much much more.

 Cloe