Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 16:14:19 -0600
From: enchanted princess <sprinkledwithlove@hotmail.com>
Subject: Education to success

There's nothing worse than having to deal with stupid people!  These words
crashed though my mind as I stepped into my bosses office.

Jamie (my boss) and I have been friends since college. In fact we were room
mates, graduated in the same class and remained friends even after she
married her husband Jess.

Together they formed an advertising agency which has become a multimillion
dollar business. Jamie asked me to come work for them a year and a half ago.
I'm one of the best consultants in the market. Jess and Jamie knew a good
thing when they saw me.

Jamie waved me to a seat while she finished a phone call, which consisted of
a lot of nodding and shaking of her head each followed by words of apology.
I could easily imagine some idiot complaining that the money they spent
didn't bring them the fame and fortune they craved. The age old saying,
"success is a ladder you can't climb with your hands in your pockets."
People come to the office expecting us to make them millionaires. They fail
because we're the ones working miracles and they're busy jerking off.
Losers.

Jamie finished the conversation with a few words of apology and promise then
hung up the phone with a sigh.

"Lisha that was Ryan Stoddard. He says you called him a loser. He said that
in your meeting that you said he should buy a house in suburbia Boise Idaho.
That he was wasting his time trying to be a part of the corporate world!
Lisha I don't even have to ask to know he's saying the truth.

"Jamie, that guy didn't even know how to read a bank statement let alone
form and run a company! He's a daddy's little boy. Getting on his knees and
taking it up the ass is his biggest talent.

"Lisha, it's not about what you think. This is a professional situation not
some goofed up boyfriend you scorn. You somehow think you're better than
everyone! You think nothing of running over some else's feelings. You can't
act that way. Not in the corporate world and honestly, not in the everyday
world either. You just can't be such a snobbish bitch"!

I could have and should have been pissed. But we've had this conversation so
many times I can quote by heart what Jamie is going to say before she says
it.

"Look  Jamie I probably did that idiot a favor. It's rich little babies that
give rich kids a bad rep. At least now he'll be able to spend more time on
his hands and knees giving the service he loves." I spat out rudely.

I could see that Jamie was furious. But hey I knew I was right and once she
got over being mad she'd see it too.

"Lisha I want you to take the rest of the day off. I'm sick of your attitude
and fed up with your treatment of our clients. Just go home!" Jamie sighed.

"But you know I was right! You know I "Just go home Lish, just go!" Jamie
interrupted my self-righteous pleas.

I walked out of her office with my dignity wrapped around me like a shroud.
I knew I was right and I knew she'd come to her senses.

The ringing of the phone startled me. I would never admit that I'd been
waiting for it but it was the weekend and I was hoping we'd get together
sometime and do some shopping.

"Lisha could you come out to the house?" Jess asked. He didn't have to say
who he was I knew his voice well. "Sure Jess, when do you want me? I asked.
Not that I was worried or at his beckon call. "Come right away Lisha. Jamie
and I will be waiting."

The drive took a half hour giving me way too much time to think. I'd never
been asked to leave work or called to Jamie's house with an order and not an
invitation. Doubts began to tighten my stomach. Maybe I'd gone to far, but I
was a pro at what I did. No one was better that making money that I was.
Jamie and Jess would never ask me to leave they needed me to much.

Jess opened the door for me and I stepped inside. I headed for our favorite
meeting spot, the dining room. Perfect for talking business but comfortable
and relaxing as well. Jess directed me towards the family room instead.

Jamie was already seated, waiting for us. The comfortable setting the warm
intimate surroundings made me even more on edge.

"Lish what happened today has become a huge problem. You regard others as
inferior to you. Basically you think your hot shit while the rest of us are
stale garbage." I tired to interrupt but Jess silenced me with a gesture.

"Lisha, Jess and I both have seen over and over how you despise others. We
hear it almost every day. We're worried about you. Worried about the people
you come in contact with and we worry about our business. You can't keep
going the way you're going. You're destroying yourself and the people who
have the misfortune of coming into your path." Jamie finished.

"Now Lisha I don't want you to say a word until I'm done." He held up one
hand. "Not one word." "Now as Jamie said we're worried. Today showed us
clearly that it's time to make a change. Time to get things under control."
I sputtered words of denial. "Jess interrupted, "Lisha over this weekend and
through the next week we're going to help you change your outlook on life.
It's not going to easy for you but you'll lose your pride, be humbled but
ultimately gain respect for yourself and for others."

I stood up. Fury and indignation at it's peak. "Enough of this shit you two!
I am the best fucking thing that happened to you and your business! I can go
anywhere I want to in the industry. If I wanted to I could form my own
company and blow you out of the water!

Jess and Jamie stood as well. I faced them panting in rage. "Lisha, Jamie
and I've decided. Not out of anger or spite but out of love."

Jamie grabbed my wrists and jerked them behind my back. I screamed in rage.
The cold of metal the rasp of the lock. Metal handcuffs circled my wrists. I
screamed in rage, kicked and fought. Jess half carried half dragged me down
the hall into another room. The floor was covered in padding, the walls too.
Rings fastened to the wall, in the floor, from the ceiling. A padded bench,
ropes. One wall had shelves. A whip, paddles, dildos! What the hell is going
on here! Jamie and Jess have lost their fucking minds. I scream and yelled,
vulgar names, insults.

Jess forced me to my knees. His hands sank in my hair, held me in place. I
struggled, fighting to get away. Fought harder when Jamie forced a gag into
my mouth and strapped it into place. Blood pounded in my ears.

Jamie knelt before me. "Now Lisha here's the deal. While you're here were
going to teach you the desire to serve. We're going to teach you humility.
Teach you what it means to put your desires, your needs below others. We'll
take you to the very low and then you'll understand the high."

"Being the woman of the world I know you've heard of slavery." Jess's warm
breath so close to my ear sent shivers through me. "This weekend, next week
and until the following Monday you will be our slave." You'll serve us in
every way. You'll learn to beg us for pleasure for pain. Your love your need
will be the force that drives you to serve better, deeper."

Jamie closed a collar around my neck. My struggles made it harder for her to
close the clasp but it closed anyway. Jess stood pulling me up with him.
Jamie brought a pair of scissors from the shelf. Jess's fingers tightened in
my hair. "Stand still Lisha." Jamie's removing the first layer of your pride
preparing you to serve like a good little slave."

My clothes fell to the floor. Shredded into strips of fabric, my
proclamation, my exhibit to others how successful I am.

I shivered as Jamie cut my blouse, my jeans. Shook my head in denial as the
cold steel sliced through my bra then my panties. I watched as Jamie
gathered up the fabric and carried it to the corner of the room. "I'll leave
these here for you so you'll remember what a selfish bitch you are."

Jamie drug me to the bench and forced me into a kneeling position. I
screamed into the gag, Jamie approached me carrying a paddle she'd taken
from the shelf. Jess pulled my hair forcing me to bend across it. His hand
fisted in my hair held me firmly in place. The cool soft stroke of a hand
stroking my right cheek caused me to tense my behind. The first stroke
surprised me, made me scream. It brought more rage than pain. The second as
well. Then the strokes came harder, each spaced a few seconds apart. The
third stung so did the forth. The fifth made my bottom burn with the sixth.
Every two strokes the intensity increased, the pain intensified. By the
ninth stroke tears soaked my cheeks. The next eleven strokes were a blur of
pain but I was intently focused by each jarring stroke. The sound of the
paddle meeting my behind, the searing burn, I'd lurch in pain, Jess held me
in place.

I lay there sobbing. My bottom burned red engulfing flames. I couldn't get
up or run away. I barely noticed when a tether was attached to my color.

"Now Lisha you've stepped through the door into your slavery. Your first
spanking is your initiation in. From the first tender kiss of the paddle
your personal identity began washing away. Now you a nothing. Now you are a
slave. Now we'll teach you what that means." Jess said.

Jess's hands slid from my hair. Now was my chance at freedom. I jerked my
head but my color held me trapped. I fought but nothing helped. I fought for
only a few minutes before the sound of the paddle striking my behind and the
sear of pain engulfed me. Each struggle brought a painful stroke. Too many
strokes later I fell panting, defeated. "Fighting only brings punishment,"
Jamie warned.

"Now slave we'll take you to the bathroom. I'm sure after such a sound
spanking you'll need to go potty." Jamie said.

They half led half drag me to the restroom. I realized I did have to go.
Instead of leading me to the toilet as I expected I was stopped just inside
the door. I gasped, startled, behind me Jess closes leather cuffs around
each ankle.
I was forced to kneel, forced to my hands and knees. Warm water filled me,
washed me, humiliated me.

Done, my face burning in shame. They led me back into the main room.  To the
bench, forced to kneel. Jamie kneels beside my head, clasps the tether to my
collar. Something warm, something wet is spread across the opening of my
bottom. Jess's finger presses into me. I scream at the violation. I'm sore
from the invasion the washing in the bathroom. His finger spreading me adds
to my humiliation. My muscles clench around him. He slides his finger just
inside the opening then pulls it out. He's teasing me taunting me. My
muscles squeeze milking him. I know the moment he shifts. Sense him kneeling
behind me. His warmth stokes the flames burning in my cheeks.

His penis presses against me. He rubs it over my cheeks slides it through
the crack. I shake my head, scream, struggle. I'm tied, shackled in place,
demanded surrender.

"A good slave begs her master to use her. A good master teaches her to want
to be his slave. Begging to have your ass fucked is a show of your love,
your submission, your need. Every act of submission is sign of your slavery.
When you beg for it you'll embrace it." Jamie whispered against my ear.

The pressure of Jess's penis pressing at the entrance of my behind demanded
focus. I was slick, moistened, tight. I clenched, resisting. The head
pressed harder spread the opening. It seared when it pressed past the
entrance and slid inside. Jess waited, the head of his penis buried just
inside the opening. Waiting for my muscles to unclench so painfully around
him.  A slight ease of tension. He presses, shoves his head deeper, past the
dark underside of the head. An inch penetrates me, a inch more. I scream. I
can't help screaming, pain lances my ass. Never have I been violated like
this. Rage, fury, disgust, pain like waves pound through me. One hard deep
thrust and Jess's penis plows deep into me. His hips are pressed hard
against the cheeks of my behind. I feel him throbbing, pulsing inside me. My
muscles spasm around him. I've never seen him naked have no idea how big his
penis is. Buried deep inside me he feels like he's a foot long and twice as
big around. I'm slick from the wetness he spread inside me with his finger,
from the wetness he spread over his cock.

He withdraws in one smooth stroke, pulls  his penis all the way out.
Wrenching pain as he slides it back in, plunges it deep then holds it.

"Let yourself relax, embrace how good it feels." Jamie whispered at my side.
"Embrace him, beg him, show him your submission.

Another withdraw, another plunge. More pain.

"Raise your ass. Be his slave. Offer him your body. Give yourself to him.
Beg him to fill you with his cum."

Another withdraw, a deep thrust. Jamie's words, humiliation, pain, all mesh
in a haze.

"Raise your ass slave. Raise it position it for him, beg him to fuck you!"

Tentatively, not sure if I could. I tilted my hips raising my bottom. Jess
slammed into me hard. Buried his penis deeper than before. His hands gripped
my hips. Pulled me to him, held me in place. Deeper, stroke by stroke. Now
faster, keeping his penis inside with each stroke. Steady measure strokes
building in intensity, forcing me open forcing a submission.

He rocks me slams me forward pulls me back. Constant motion, penetration,
thrust, withdraw. He jerks me to him hard, trusts deep inside. His cry of
release fills the room, fills my ears. He sprays cum inside me, soaking. My
sensitive walls feel his spasms. My muscles milk him.  I feel an emptiness.
It's combined with rage with pain but it's there and emptiness when he
withdraws.

Jess wipes his penis across the opening along the crack and over my cheeks,
spreading his cum. Deep in my soul I know he's marked me.

"Good girl." Jamie coos in my ear. "Good little slave."

Jamie leaves my side. I watch her walk to the shelves. She doesn't hide the
dildo from me. I see how huge it is, long and fat. I'm terrified. Jess
kneels beside me, caresses my cheek. "You're Jamie's slave too. You'll serve
her, beg her, love her. Your body is hers. You're her slave. It's her turn
to show you." Jess said.

Jamie's heat engulfed me as she knelt behind me. Her smooth hands gripped my
hips. The head of her dildo pressed against my tormented behind. With one
hand she holds me, the other guides the head of her dildo into my behind.
Raw wrenching pain. She's spreading me wide.

"I'm going to stretch you wider, make your ass work harder, make you submit
even more." Jamie said from behind me.

One thrust, one deep thrust buried her to the bottom. She waited for me,
waited while I tried to relax. She withdrew, pulled out then pressed back
in. "I love having Jess fuck me in the ass. It's a treat. It will be a
special treat when you beg for both of us to use your ass." Jamie panted.
She pumped her dildo deep into me then pulled it almost all the way out. I
raised my bottom to her, remembering that Jess demanded my submission.
Knowing that Jamie wanted that and more. My behind burned the muscles
stretched and aching.

Jamie jerked the dildo from my behind. She came around and lay down  in
front of me. Her legs bent and spread to the side. She'd removed her dildo.
Her pussy spread inches from my face. She slid her fingers over her smooth
mound. Her lips swollen, glistened with juices. She smelled good, very good.
She spread her lips wide showing me how wet and aroused she was.  Milky
cream pooled just inside the opening. I thought, "how beautiful she looks.
Her pussy is so beautiful."

"Watch her cum slave. Watch her pussy gush with cream. Feel how desperately
you want to lick and suck her. How thirsty your are to drink from her. Feel
how desperately you want to serve her. Feel how devastating it is that you
can't." Jess demanded.

Jamie spread her pussy wider slid a finger through her cream then brought it
to her mouth and licked it. Another scoop another taste. Her slick fingers
found her clit. With the pad of her index finger she rubbed it back and
forth. Juices spread glistening wet over and around her pussy. She plunged
the finger of her left hand into the creamy pool. She held it. Her finger
withdrew slid lower grazed her behind. She teased the entrance, soaked it,
coated it with her essence. Slowly, fluidly it slipped inside. "See how
beautiful. Her ass is so tight and she loves having it stretch wide around a
dick. She's begging for it showing how much she needs it." Jess whispered.
"You'll beg even more to be fucked in your tight little ass."

Jess's words didn't distract me they sizzled through me. I was still pissed,
still furious. But my behind tingled now, the blazing pain smoldering.
Jamie's beautiful pussy distracted me from my pain and anger.

Jess reached over and scooped some juices with his middle finger. Then
buried it with Jamie's inside her behind. It looked amazing, erotic,
stimulating. Both stroked in unison their fingers stretching, stroking.
Jamie slid her finger free. Her clit pulsed, throbbed. She dipped her finger
once more in the pool of cream. Her clit waited painfully hard. Her bottom
clenched tight around Jess's finger. Her clit clenched under her finger.
Slow steady strokes in her ass, across her clit. Jess's thumb sank into her
pussy. He stretched her, opened each needy entrance and stroked.

Jamie's gasps of pleasure drew me. I was held memorized by the sight of her
pussy. Jess's fingers buried in both her ass and her pussy.  Jamie's
delicate fingers glistening with juices sliding back and forth across her
clit. She stroked her clit faster. She spiraled closer to release. Milk
spilled from her pussy frothy and rich circling Jess's finger. Jamie's hips
bucked forcing Jess's fingers deeper. She cried out in rapture her pussy
clenching, milking.  Jess stroked her through her orgasm coaxing another
spasm another burst of pleasure.

Break...l..Break...break


"It's been a busy day today, for all of us. I know I could use some sleep"
Jess turned to Jamie. "How about you, tired?" Jamie nodded her head and
stifled a yawn. My neck was released from the tether.  Jamie buckled leather
cuffs around my wrists then removed the hand cuffs. "Great I'm the height of
fashion. Matching leather wrist and ankle bands, a collar and I'm fucking
naked!" I screamed in my head.

Jess led me to small room the size of a small cell. A mattress dominated to
room with only a few inches left to stand. Jamie instructed me to lay down.
When I didn't Jess forced me. Jamie fastened my color to a tether at the
head of the bed. My arms fastened there as well. A bar was placed between
the bands on my ankles. It spread my legs wide enough that no matter how I
tried to close my thighs and hide my pussy it didn't matter.  I began
kicking and screaming jerking against the tethers restraining, fighting
against my imprisonment.

Not a word passed between them but the next thing I knew I'd been flipped
onto my stomach a hard foam block shoved under my hips. I was strapped face
down my behind sticking up in the air not only my pussy on display but my
ass as well. "Now since you didn't learn anything so far today I guess we'll
have to teach you again." Jamie said.

I hadn't been aware of it when Jamie left the room but I was very aware when
she returned. I couldn't see what was going on with my face in the mattress
but imagination made it terrifying. I was tense, anticipating, unsuspecting
when the first blow landed. My already bruised bottom lit right up going
straight into the agony stage. Not messing around this time, twenty hard
swats connected with my behind. It hurt like crazy and made me mad. The next
five made me sorry.

Warm moisture on my sensitive entrance. I recognized the dildo poised for
entrance into my behind. "Jamie was lenient on you earlier this time she
won't be. She's going to fuck you until cum runs down her thighs. Then I'm
going to take her into our bedroom and lick her clean. And you, well you'll
be kneeling here backside in the air and ass hole aching." Jess stated.

Jamie plunged her dildo into the opening. Paused for only a second before
slamming it deep into my ass. I cried, screamed around my gag, tried to
fight any way I could. But I was strapped down, restrained, helpless. Jamie
held my hips forcing me to meet each thrust. I was wet, the dildo sliding in
and out of me easily but I'd been used twice already. I'd never had a penis
penetrate me there before nor a dildo the size of a freaking log. Jamie held
the strokes in rhythm each a slow withdraw followed by a fierce thrust. I
could count them I could expect the next invasion, the next thrust, knew
when it would spear through me.

Jamie increased the pace. She rammed my behind harder driving her dildo
deeper. She pumped into me quicker. Each thrust became a blur with the
other. Pain wrenched through my behind. I was sorry. Jamie's cries of
pleasure rang through the room. She pounded into me while her pussy clenched
and spasmed in climax.

The dildo was pulled out of my ass. "You'll stay like this through the
night. Your asshole will be the first thing we see when we get you in the
morning." Jess said.

"Remember that as a slave you want nothing more that to serve your master.
When you're bad you'll be punished. Each punishment will be worse in
intensity until you understand. The ultimate understanding is full
submission." Jamie stated. "Good night." They said in unison. The door
closing the click of the  lock rang in my ears.

My mind wouldn't stop thinking. I ached, hurt, stung. Most insistent was the
burning in my behind. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. It seemed like
a couple minutes later that the lock on the door clicked jerking me awake.

My muscles screamed from being in the same position all night. My behind
still hurt and I had to pee.

Jess replaced the bar between my legs with a short tether. My wrists were
released from the wall and tethered close together. A leash clasped to my
collar.

"You haven't earned the right to walk. You're a slave but an unhumble one.
On your hands and knees is your place until we allow you otherwise." Jamie
informed me. Jess dragged me fighting from my cell. I fought the leash,
fought him denied submission. His fist in my hair made me freeze. The paddle
connected solid against my behind. Before I could think Jamie had landed
three hard blows to my behind. I yelped in pain. Jess held me down while
three more stinging blows lit my behind on fire.

"Now we go into the bathroom. You get cleaned up. Then if you've earned it
we'll take the gag out of your mouth and give you something to eat and
drink. DO you understand?" Jess demanded. I gave the smallest of nods
possible in reply.

Jess resumed leading me to the bathroom. I died of humiliation having to pee
with them watching. Jamie led me into the shower and tethered my wrists to a
wring in the ceiling. Warm water flowed over me. Soothing, cleansing, I
closed my eyes embracing the comfort. It lasted seconds. Jess smoothed a
soaped washcloth across my stomach. I tensed at his touch. He washed my
stomach, my back, along my arms and down my sides, he washed up my legs, up
my thighs. He lingered on my breasts. Lifting and squeezing each one. He
pinched each nipple pulling and twisting. The air made my nipples taught his
fingers made them hard. They became sensitive, achy, sensual.

Jess lowered his washcloth to the mound of my pussy. With care he soaped me.
"Spread your legs wide little slave. I want your pussy smooth and sexy for
me. Spread your legs" Jess said. Instinctively I did as instructed. Jamie
handed Jess a pair of scissors. The brush of metal against my sensitive
flesh held me frozen. Fear kept my legs spread wide.

The rasp of the razor as it shaved a smooth trail of flesh. I marveled at
how quickly Jess stripped my pussy. Stealing another layer of identity
baring me as a slut.

My hair was washed. Then I went through the ritual of cleaning from the
night before. Only this time my behind screamed in protest. The penetrations
from the night before left me raw and aching.

"If you're a good little girl we'll let your ass hole rest but one act of
disobedience will bring more intense punishment than last night," said Jess.

Jamie dried me with a towel. I stood waiting. "Now we'll take your gag out,
because you've been good." She grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye.
"Misbehave and we'll shove it back in. Then we'll punish you."

I nodded my head that I understood. My mouth was dry around the ball, my
jaws tired from clenching it. I tired to swallow, moved my jar, glared at my
captors.

"Slave, are you ready to eat?" Jamie asked. I nodded my head.
Jamie led me by my leash into the main room. She pulled me to the floor in
front of the bench. A cup of water. A piece of toast and a banana were on a
plate.  Parched and starving I needed no prodding. I drank, I ate. I didn't
say thank you.

Another trip to the bathroom, brushing my teeth helped take the taste of the
gag from my mouth.  Barely though. With the memory came the taste, I knew it
would be a long time before the memories dimmed.

Jess led me by my leash back into the main room. He led me to the bench,
pulled me to my knees then across the bench. I struggled when he tethered my
collar to the ring on the floor. "You lousy bastard," I screamed. "Let me
go. You and Jamie are going to jail for this bull shit!" Jess's hand dug
through my hair yanked my head up as far as my collar would allow. "Do you
want the gag filling your mouth. This time you'll wear it all day and
through the night." I pushed answering out to the very last minute. His hand
tightening in my hair signaled my time was up. "Decide slut or I'll decide
for you!" Jess demanded.  I shook my head, just a fraction of movement. "You
talk only when Jamie or I give you permission! Only when we give you
permission! Understand?" I nodded understanding but not in accepting.

Jess slid his hand up my thigh. I jumped. Pulled away from his touch.
"Lesson one for today. A good slave craves her masters touch. She begs for
it. She needs it. When you're touched by Jamie or I you show us how much you
want our attention. You offer yourself to us. You open yourself to our
touch. Do you understand slave?" Again I nodded my head, just barely!

Jess ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. My muscles clenched. I wanted
to jerk away, scream at him, hurt him. Instead I knelt bent over enduring
his touch.

Jess's fingers brushed against my pussy. Newly shaved intensely sensitive it
was as if lightning sparked across my lips. My womb clenched in response.
The tip of his finger caressed the smooth curve of my lips, teased the
crevice between them. Involuntarily the muscles inside me clenched. Sexual
tension, a forced response settled in my womb and moistened my passage.

Jess stood and walked to the bench. Kneeling once again at my side he showed
me what he'd went for. Two clamps lay on his hand. Two rows of pointy teeth
lay on top and bottom. The clams were small but menacing looking.

Jess's fingernail scraped over my semi hard nipple.  Instantly it peaked.
Painfully. "Your whole body is ours to use as we desire. Your breasts are a
source of pleasure, pain and submission." His fingers pulled my nipple,
pinched it twisted it. I puckered, swelled, hardened. The fist clamp encased
my right nipple. Blinding pain, shards of  fire lanced through my nipple
engulfing me. Begging, crying, screams, threats. Jess released the clamp. I
calmed down but only slightly. Jess returned the clam to my nipple, engulfed
me in pain. My left nipple, scraped, squeezed, twisted, hard puckered into a
tight sexual peak. Shattering intensity, pain. Both breasts hung below me
both on  fire. I cried. The sobs were torn from my lips.

"Good girl." Jess purred. "Let the pain flow through you. Embrace it and
welcome it as pleasure. Press your breasts into the sensations beg it to
sear your nipples and bury you in pleasure." His hand brushed across the
clamps sending bolts of lightning through me.

I hadn't noticed Jamie. I'd been so engulfed in Jess and the clamps
devouring my nipples. Warmth, moisture, Jamie jerked my attention to her.
Her finger pressed into me spreading lubricant, preparing the way. I turned
my face to Jess and begged him not to let her fuck me. My tears, pleas for
release were answered with torment. Jess released and returned the clamps to
my nipples each time I begged. Jamie waited. Waited for me to stop
struggling to focus on the invasion she planned.

I waited crying my ass in the air, wet, warm and ready. I clenched
tightening, resisting. Jamie pressed the head against the entrance. Pressure
gentle pressure. A demand of entrance. The head forced my entrance open,
parted and spread my muscles. The pain searing my ass joined with the pain
of my nipples, sang through me like electric current sparking each nerve
ending with pointed bolts of pain.

Further into my ass Jamie buried the dildo. The head pressing deeper opening
the way. One hard thrust buries her deep inside me. I whimper in pain. Jamie
withdraws from me slowly keeping only the head buried inside me. Another
thrust forward she buries the head of her dildo deep inside me. Slow, slow
torturous strokes stretch my muscles caress my walls. My ass is sore, raw
from last night but the pain in my nipples draws me. I feel something. A
remote tightening in my womb a small bud of opening, responding.

I raised my ass higher knowing that that's what Jamie wanted. I tilted my
hips offering my ass to her. I closed my mind to the stirring of sensations
edging past the pain. Jamie held my hips, steadying me for each thrust. Deep
and hard she slammed into me. My nipples burned, the walls of my pussy
thickened.

Each thrust shoved me forward her hands on my hips pulled me to her. The
head of her dildo stroked the walls of my ass. It felt raw, it felt painful,
a murmur of pleasure.

Jamie pulled the dildo out of may ass. Jess untied my leash. Laying on his
back he pulled me on top of him, jerked my hips and plowed his penis deep
into my pussy. My wet pussy. He bent me forward hauled me in place by my
hair.

"Feel us both fuck you at once. We're branding you our slave," Jamie
whispered in my ear.  I jerked forward. Jess held me in place. Jamie shoved
the dildo into my ass. I felt stretched, full beyond what I could handle.
Jamie moved first. Drawing out then gliding back inside.

"Aahh Jamie! I can feel you stroking my dick through the walls of her pussy.
Your milking me rubbing along the length of me, stroking the underside of my
dick."

Jamie pumped faster pressing deeper. Jess's hands encased my hips raising me
then slamming my pussy onto his cock. Jamie's dildo thick and hard pounded
into me offset by Jess's dick  pounding into my pussy. My clit hardened,
swelled. An aching pounding fury blazed through my pussy centered in my
clit. Being fucked so hard, so fully, so violently, climax raged through me.
I gushed milky cum first, filled my pussy with it soaked Jess's penis. He
exploded next shooting stream after stream of burning cum against the back
of my pussy. My ass hole clenched around Jamie. She pumped her dildo into me
stroking the underside of Jess's penis, milking us both. Her cry of pleasure
mingled with ours, a beautiful sound of erotic joy. She pounded into me, the
pressure against her clit sending waves of pleasure rushing through her
pussy.

Jamie pulls the dildo out first then Jess. I'm devastated by the betrayal of
my body. Confused by my response. Jess stands up, forces me to kneel before
him.

"Deep in your soul you know you're a slave. You crave being the slut you
know your are. Your pussy milked my dick and your ass begged Jamie. No words
can deny the explosion that shattered through your pussy." Jess removed the
clamps from my nipples. Blood rushed into the swollen peaks each drop a
source of pain. "Now suck my dick, swallow the juices you spilled for me.
Taste my cum and your pussy together." The throb in my nipples sent my pussy
clenching.

Tentatively I flicked my tongue out and swiped the moisture off his semi
hard penis. It tasted different, but not horrible. Slowly I lapped up the
drops that spilled from the crescent at the tip. Then I scooped the cream
from the underside of the head. The silky smooth texture of the head aroused
me, memorized me. Wet licks smooth strokes down the shaft. The base of his
cock was coated with cream the hair and top of his testicles soaked. Our
flavors mingled mine creamy, feminine. His bold, rich, male. Only some of
our juices had spilled over to his testicles. I licked it, sucked it, licked
him, sucked him. His testicles swelled filling the sack. It thickened
hardened. The crinkly texture, rough surface felt good against my lips,
against my tongue.

I couldn't run from the sensations feeling him against my tongue stirred.
The throb of fulfillment forming a mellow sensation in my womb. The aching
throb in my behind, the sensual ache inside my pussy. My clit still tingled
with bursts of pleasure. My nipples burned, hurt but that added sensation to
the riot of sensations jittering through my body and soul. I fought the idea
that I'd been forced against my will. That I was fucked in the ass several
times, gagged, collared and now I was feasting on cum that soaked Jess's
dick. Worse was that my womb clenched in response to being on my knees
cleaning Jess's dick. Did that mean I was a slut like they said? Was I truly
meant to serve as a slave? Fuck no!

Jess sat on the bench, I knelt before him. "Do you like the taste of your
pussy?" He asked. I was mad, spitting mad. Mad at the conflicting emotions I
was feeling and mad at Jess because he was part of them. "You know the
consequences for disobedience, answer the question." Jess insisted. "Yes," I
whispered. "Good girl. You're beginning to feel. Part of being a slave is
feelings, both physical as well as emotional. You felt it in your body and
in your soul. When you spilled your orgasm onto my dick you'd embraced your
true self."

I kept my gaze focused on the bench beside Jess's thigh. I felt a melting
inside a lowering of walls. It made me feel like crying, made me feel
vulnerable. I wasn't like that. I was tough. I ate ass holes for breakfast
and spit them out after lunch. This feeling crap was bull shit!

Jess lifted my face and looked me in the eye. "It won't be until you release
your fears that you'll find happiness, Lish."

Jamie came back into the room. She went to the shelves and retrieved the
paddle. I scrambled to run away but Jess held my collar. I fought as he
pulled me across the bench. While he tethered my neck to the floor. I cried
and begged Jamie not to spank me. Begged Jess not to let her.

My bottom erupted in blistering pain. One hard swat and all the pain from
yesterday came flooding back only worse. "Your spankings help remind you of
the little slave you are. Soon you'll beg for a spanking. The feel of your
ass on fire ignites the fire in your pussy. You'll beg for it, beg Jamie or
I to light your fire and make you burn." I cried through fifteen torturing
strokes. When Jamie stopped I though she'd finished. She had but Jess
hadn't. She handed him the paddle and knelt by my side. Jamie took her spot
beside my hip.

"Because you asked Jess to stop me from spanking you, he's going to give you
the other half of you lesson. A slave never tries to come between or
separate her master or mistresses. Now Jess's spanking will be different
because now he's punishing you for breaking the rules."

Jess grabbed the inside of my right thigh and pulled it further to the side.
Then he did the same with my right. I felt exposed, on my knees with my legs
spread as wide as they could. Jess slid his fingers up my thigh and over my
mound. Chills shot through me.

The first few swats embraced my behind. The next one landed on my right
thigh the next on my left. Another scorched my behind then four more two on
each thigh. All the fight went up in flames. I stung from the waist down.

Jess and Jamie left me tethered to the floor, bent over the bench. I knelt
there thinking, hurting, aching, and crying. I was weakening. I felt like a
slave.


Break...


The sound of voices started me. I must have dozed off. Though how I can't
imagine. My nipples throbbed, my pussy ached. My ass felt raw, stretched and
used, and my cheeks and thighs burned!

I felt a wave of defeat like crystal clear water cold and startling. Like
the warm smoky caress of a warm cup of cocoa beside a campfire just after
dark. I shook my head clearing my brain. Fuck marshmallows and smoke. This
was inhumane torture, these ass holes were breaking the law and as soon as I
got free I was going to see them rot in jail.

Jess knelt by my side. "How are you feeling?" he asked as his fingers
stroked my cheek. My mind screamed obscenities. I was smart enough to know
what an outburst would bring.  The time I spent fuming in my head bought me
and unexpected reprieve. "Good girl! Your learning! Waiting for permission
to speak just like we're teaching you. Jess leaned down and pressed as soft
kiss to the corner of my eye. "Your special Lish. Sweet liquid beauty flows
through you. So magical, so breathtaking." Jess's warm breath sent shivers
through me. His words melted through me, encasing me in a halo of warmth.
The feelings I fought so hard to bury, to lock inside a box and hide on a
shelf. I struggled for anger for rage. Instead my throat thickened. I fought
the push but lost. Tears spilled from my eyes dripped to the floor. Jess
slid his finger under my eye. Lifted his finger glistening with salty tears
to his lips. His tongue caressed the drop licked it from the tip of his
finger.

Jamie knelt across from Jess. Her cool soft hand caressed my back. Tingling
trails of sensation flowed behind her touch. I shivered arching into her
caress. Her lips warm and sweet brushed against my ear. Her pink tongue
teased the lobe swiping around the edge. I melted into the caress. Flowered
under her touch. Her lips kissed my neck just behind my ear. Sweet liquid
pleasure I felt warm, safe, loved.

Jess's fingers trailed over my skin, circling my ear, stroking the length of
my throat.  I arched my neck into his caress. I felt like a kitten. A
sensual purr vibrated deep inside me. My womb tightened, clit pulsed the
tremors rippled up through my spine. My nipples light up, puckering into
hard sizzling points of need.

Jamie's lips brushed mine. Her tongue slides across the surface of my bottom
lip tasting me. My pussy clenched. My pussy felt heavy thick. Another stroke
of Jamie's tongue across my bottom lip. A sensual flood of warmth soaks my
pussy with milk it spills to my lips coating them with my essence. My hips
buck my behind clenches. I need something, anything to rub my clit against.

Jess's palm rubs across my right nipple. I shiver with pleasure. Jamie's
mouth covers mine. She explores my mouth in long sensual strokes of her
tongue. She swallows my cries of pleasure. I beg her, crying her name over
and over. Jess's palm has my nipple puckered into a ball of torture a
pinnacle of pleasure. I need him. I need him to keep touching me to take my
nipple between his fingers into his mouth.

He squeezes my nipple hard between his fingers. Sweet pleasure, sweet pain!
Another gush of cream.

I'm soaking. I can feel the caress of the air against my cream soaked lips.
It sends caresses of sensation tingling over my sensitive skin.
Instinctively I raise my hips in invitation. I ache so intensely. Pounding
need burns into my soul.

Jess caresses my lift nipple. His fingers close around it. I arch into the
pain, embrace the pleasure.  Jamie's mouth milks pleasure from mine. Her
lips caress mine, her tongue storks me into a frenzy. My whole body aches in
need. I desperately need to beg.

Jamie draws my bottom lips into her mouth and sucks me gently in and out.
Jess's fingers milk me, pulling and releasing my engorged nipple. I whimper
into Jamie's mouth. I pull my mouth from Jamie's to beg her to ease the pain
throbbing between my legs.

"Jamie please!" I cry. The words tumble over and over from my lips. Coherent
thought is impossible. Feelings emotional, physical, pure base needs hold me
spellbound.

Jamie releases my mouth and leaves me. Jess does the same but only after
closing the clamps over my nipples. In my head I thank him.

I'm released and instructed to kneel. I clamp my thighs together squeezed
the muscles in my pussy. Pleasure bursts through me, my pussy thickens. Jess
stands before me. His penis is thick and hard. The head is purple, the shaft
thick and long. His testicles are hugged tight at the base of his penis the
sac ribbed and crinkled.

Jess runs his finger tips across the crinkled sac. "I'm full of sweet cum
warm and thick, just for your mouth." His fingers trailed along the base of
the shaft. His thumb and middle finger grip the base, stroke it. "Your lips
will caress along the length of my shaft." The skin pulled tight as he
stroked along the shaft. "Show your master how a good little slave begs her
master for cum."

Jess buried his hands in my hair and pulled my mouth to him. His penis
hovered inches from my lips. The shiny tip glistened, a drop of semen
spilled from the slit waiting in invitation to me. I flicked my tongue out
and tasted him. Jess tasted salty, sweet and sour. Pure male. His taste
spread across my tongue flowed into my mouth. My pussy pulsed.

My lips parted for him as he pressed the head against my lips. Instead of
entering he smeared another drop of cum across my lips and rubbed it in.  My
clit pulsed. I licked him with the tip of my tongue. The head felt good
against my tongue silky smooth. I slid over the crest and down to the
sensitive ring just under the head. I adored the feel, the rapture of
stroking him with my tongue. The texture and length of his shaft held me
mesmerized. I sucked him against my mouth while I slid my mouth down one
side then the other giving him little hickies as I went. I pressed my tongue
against the base of his shaft and circled it. I sucked the underside at the
base where the penis and testicles meet. I sucked and licked tasting and
teasing. Jess's flavor filled my mouth his scent filled my senses.

One beautiful sack then the other, I sucked then licked. Jess's testicles
filled my hand. I wanted them both warm and wet inside my mouth. I wasn't
sure he would fit. Lovingly, gently I drew one swollen testicle into the
warmth of my mouth. The wonder, the sensuality of having him inside my
mouth. My clit thickened. I teased my tongue over the sack. Jess tasted so
good. I felt like his slut and embraced it.

Gently I cupped his other testicle then began guiding it into my mouth. I
licked my tongue over his left testicle while I guided his right one into my
mouth. Gently, careful, finally he nestled inside my mouth. He filled me
leaving no room for my tongue to tease across the surface. I was still able
to gently suckle him though.

Jess pulled my mouth away from his sac and guided me back to his engorged
penis. His hands pulled tight in my hair. He pressed the head against my
lips. I opened my mouth for him. Jess had my mouth on him tasting and
teasing now he was ready for something different. He grabbed my hair
tighter. I teased my tongue around and over the head. Jess pressed into me,
shoved my mouth down onto his penis. He buried himself against the back of
my throat. Held my nose buried in his pubic hairs. I waited, caressing the
underside of his penis with the flat of my tongue.

Jess pulled my hair, pulled his penis from the back of my throat. I gasped
for breath. Deep slow plunges burying the head inside my throat. Slow liquid
withdraws. I sucked, licked, milked him. I couldn't fight a response. My
pussy pulsed, throbbed hard and full each time Jess slammed his penis into
the back of my mouth. I wanted this.

Jess increased the intensity, increased the assault . His hands in my hair
held me in place while he buried himself over and over inside my throat. So
deep I couldn't breath. Jess shoved his penis into my mouth, down my throat
again and again. Panic engulfed me, arousal enflamed me. It was torture to
be fucked this way, a raw dominance demanding total submission.

Jess buried himself deep inside my mouth, the head pressed into my throat.
His hands held me tight in place. His spasm of pleasure pulsed against the
back of my throat. I gasped, surprised, startled as a gush of warmth
flooded the back of my mouth and throat. Jess pulled his penis out then
buried it back inside. His cum filled my mouth. He thrust in and out a few
more times each time filling my mouth with a load of cum. While Jess sprayed
cum into my mouth and throat he demanded that I swallow him. That I drink
his cum, swallow every drop.

The thought of drinking cum made me gag. But the pure submission and raw
sexual dominance had my pussy throbbing. It had me drinking cum as it spewed
from my new masters penis. My pussy thickened, throbbed. I was only a breath
from cuming.