Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 12:12:10 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Airhead in the Front Row Part 4

'Actually Jen, it's Busty Blondie now,' were Jeanette...I mean Blondie's
first words to her former slave. I could see where she got the name - Jen's
statement to me that her nanny had big tits was almost as much of an
understatement that Jen had an extra-large ass. Blondie told me she was a
G-cup and that she started working in adult films after being fired by Jen's
parents.

Blondie described her usual films to us - nice, sensuous, very tantalizing,
but ultimately not what she was into. Normally, a film consisted of her
having her breasts worshipped by a horny guy in his underwear for a while,
and when he was ready, he had sex with her. The films were very popular, so
she kept doing them despite that she's obviously a raging lesbian who lives
to dominate girls.

Blondie was very interested in her teenage fucktoy, and they spent hours
chatting and catching up while I joined their tantalizing conversation. Jen
told Blondie all about her girlfriend and how strict and controlling she
was. Jen must have said fifty times how much she loved being controlled by
Carol. Blondie just licked her lips and smiled as her sexpot in a g-string
knelt at her feet telling stories of Carol's cruelty.

I mentioned that I arranged for Carol and Marie, my own girlfriend, to spend
the night in a fancy hotel while Jen and I enjoyed this
nanny-turned-porn-star. Blondie, who was 29 and looked younger, flicked her
long, blonde hair and took a drag on her cigarette as she explained what she
did for her girlfriend, a dumb blonde named Daria who apparently made Jen
look like a genius. She tied Daria to a chair in front of the television and
loaded the DVD player with over 20 hours of lesbian fetish porn.

The descriptions of how Blondie treated Daria turned Jen on like nothing
else. In terms of strictness and control, Blondie made Carol look like a
complete amateur. Every command Blondie gave Daria had to be answered with
the phrase,

'Yes, My Heavenly Goddess. You are perfect and can do no wrong, and I am
honored to serve you, My Goddess.'

Daria had to be kneeling and bowed at Blondie's boot-covered feet as she
said this to her lover. Daria was whipped every night and had been fucked in
the ass with just about every object Blondie owned. She wasn't allowed to
see Blondie naked (I used to have a rule like that for Jen but got way too
turned on by her to keep it up.) And Daria never wore clothes. Ever. Her
nipples were pierced, her ass tattooed as Blondie's property, and she was
almost incapable of disobeying the woman she worshipped. Blondie clarified
that Daria was still able to disobey her because, that way, Blondie could
punish her for it. And Daria loved being punished as much as Blondie loved
punishing her.

Daria had been paddled, whipped, and even caned by her lover. She had cane
marks all over her ass and leather marks on her tits. She has burn marks on
her ass-crack from being used as Blondie's ashtray; Jen proudly displayed
some key spots where Carol, Marie and I had tortured her with cigarettes.
There were two things that Jen and I loved about Daria the pain slave. One
was that Daria couldn't get enough. Even after being tortured for hours,
beaten, burned, and pissed on, Daria always begged for more.

The other thing was that Blondie was living very dangerously with Daria, who
was only 14. Her parents didn't know she was Blondie's girl now, and she
didn't want them to. Blondie had found a girl on the street who looked and
acted enough like Daria to take her place at home while the slut Daria spent
her days at her lover's mercy.

Jen wanted the same treatment from her old nanny and was begging for it.
Blondie lovingly told her that she was never as insatiable as Daria, but Jen
insisted that she had learned. I knew I didn't invite this woman over just
to talk and drink wine, so I kindly asked her to take her clothes off. She
flicked her hair and said to me,

'You'll do as I tell you, bitch. I give the orders around here now.'

As much as I had hoped to dominate Jen with this goddess of a woman to help
me, it turned out that she was far more experienced and cruel than I was. I
was glad I had explored my submissive side, because I was about to learn
from a pro.

She ordered both of us to strip to just a pair of heels - I was wearing
boots like her, so I had to change into the one pair of slutty heels I
owned. Blondie said I looked like a stripper, which I loved. Jen simply had
to drop her g-string, the size of which made Blondie marvel. Yes, Jen's
always packed a nice, round ass, but since Carol and I got hold of her, it's
done nothing but get bigger.

Out of curiosity, Blondie measured Jen's ass at its widest point, getting 66
inches. And the amazing thing about Jen was that, although her ass was
insanely and deliciously huge, she wasn't fat at all. She was just blessed -
every pound went to her voluptuous ass.

Blondie ordered me into a chair, and without saying anything, I did as she
commanded. I didn't move, allowing her to tie my hands behind my back and my
feet to the chair legs. I was completely tied up, and I told her how much I
loved being at her mercy, when she interrupted sharply with,

'You won't speak. The only time a slave opens her mouth for me is to lick my
pussy or swallow my piss.'

Now I know where Jen got started sucking piss. But before I could say
anything, she stuffed a gag in my mouth so I couldn't speak. I'd taken to
wearing gags when Carol or Marie dominated me, but they were far less
forceful since they knew my dominant side better. It was as if they had some
extra respect and took it easier on me - I always had to encourage them to
be more rough. Not Blondie. She didn't care how many times I'd lashed Jen's
ass or brainwashed her. I was a worthless whore to her, and she treated me
as such. And I couldn't wait to serve her.

First up was horny Jen, though, who had waited almost three years for her
nanny to come back and torture her. She hadn't left her knees and didn't
fight Blondie's desire to cuff her hands and ankles, telling her that her
tits were first to suffer because she was 'saving that big ass for last.'
Then, when Blondie was done with Jen, she told me that I was to take twice
the punishment that Jen got. She forgot that, while I would submit to her
and wanted nothing more than to do so, Jen was my bitch, too, and she always
got more punishment. No amount of brainwashing could make Jen be anything
but a slave.

As she did with me, she gagged Jen, and then she took out a cat o' nine
tails, teasing Jen's nipples with it at first. Jen moaned through her gag,
clearly wanting harder punishment, and Blondie gladly gave it to her,
lashing her across the tits quickly. She took one stroke across her right
breast and another across her left as if to show how much power she really
had over her slave. She was telling Jen that she could inflict as much pain
as she wanted.

She could withhold pain, though, and Jen wanted pain. She lived to be
abused, tortured, and made to serve. After a rough lashing across Jen's
chest, Blondie talked a little about the ways she tortured Daria. Jen
clearly wanted every one of them to happen to her; she got wetter with every
description of how Blondie bent Daria over a leather footstool, cuffed her
hands and ankles, and fucked her in the ass with the heel of her boot.
Blondie flicked her hair as she told Jen that Daria was begging for more
through her gag, which she wore 24/7 except to eat, sleep, drink Blondie's
piss, or lick her pussy. That phrase that Blondie said Daria had to say to
her? She made it up just for erotic effect - Daria wasn't even allowed to
speak.

Blondie's rough treatment of Jen's tits continued, and Jen moaned as she
took it all. She shook her big tits for her very cruel lover as I watched in
excitement, seeing this sadistic blonde dominatrix enjoying every submissive
curve on Jen's body. Blondie blew cigarette smoke in Jen's face as Jen
begged through her gag for a smoke; I tried to beg, too, as I was used to
being able to smoke whenever I pleased, even while dominated, but Blondie
didn't even hear me. But even the deprivation was turning me on; most things
did in an erotic situation.

Blondie put her cigarette out on one of Jen's nipples, and Jen moaned in
ecstasy; she told me so many times how she even burned herself with
cigarettes when she was alone because she loved the feeling. I had a feeling
Blondie would go through one cigarette after another while Jen begged for
even more, proving that her lust for pain was even greater than her old
nanny's desire to inflict it.

As soon as Blondie put out her cigarette, she lit another; like me, she
smoked more when she was horny, and I could tell Jen didn't mind a bit. The
feeling of Blondie's whip across her burned nipple was like heaven to her;
she loved it even more than when I put out my cigarettes on the top of her
ass-crack.

Needless to say, Jen's tortured nipples were getting the roughest treatment
I had ever seen. I held back a bit for Jen because I was so in love with her
and sometimes treated her to passionate sex without domination, but Blondie
was forceful and merciless. Blondie lashed her tits one after the other in a
continuous motion, not letting up for even a second, and from the way the
leather cracked across Jen's bare skin, Blondie was hitting her pretty hard.
Even I might consider this treatment too rough; I am no hardcore slave the
way Jen is. For Blondie to say I would get twice the punishment Jen got was
scary to me. I wondered if she expected me to be part of her slave harem.
Was she going to steal Marie from me? No doubt, Marie was being turned into
Carol's bitch right now and was loving every second of it, but Carol was no
Blondie.

Blondie stopped short of giving Jen a lashing-induced orgasm; Jen's nipples
were so sensitive, and she had climaxed from just being whipped. Blondie
seemed to know this and was withholding pleasure from her slave. She licked
her lips and she bent down to her gagged slave, removing the gag and softly
telling Jen exactly what she wanted next. Jen spoke up,

'Please, My Goddess, let me swallow your sweet piss and I'll do--'

And Blondie slapped her face hard, shouting,

'My slaves do not speak! Why do you think I gagged you, you worthless pain
slut?'

Jen appeared to recoil in horror, but wanting to be punished, she replied,

'I'm sorry, My Goddess. I just worship you in every way--'

Again, Blondie slapped her face and straddled her mouth, clearly intending
to piss in it, and that's exactly what she did. I saw piss run down
Jen's cheek as she tried to swallow every drop; she was never satisfied in a
day unless she had been tortured and drank someone's piss. She even told me
stories about hanging out in a lesbian leather bar by the bathrooms waiting
for a girl to piss in her mouth. Most nights, someone did, and a few nights,
a lady even took her back and fucked her brains out. I like to think that's
why Jen was so dumb; her brains had been fucked out too many times. And
that's what I loved about her - dumb, submissive, kinky, limitless, and had
a huge ass.

Blondie finished up pissing as Jen swallowed the last drops, licking some
off her lips and beginning to work on Blondie's wet pussy. I studied
Blondie's body from the back this time; she had an impressive ass, but it
was no 66 inches like Jen's. Her ass was as big as she was tall. And I
wanted it bigger.

Jen's tongue was that of an experienced pro, having licked her first pussy
at 11 and never looking back. Even the tough Blondie, who told me she never
moans for Daria and simply assaults her verbally as Daria pleasures her, was
having trouble containing her moaning. Blondie didn't shave her pussy like
Jen did; I had taken to shaving mine after Marie asked for it, but Blondie's
bush was very thick and delicious-looking. I enjoyed Marie's sweet, shaved
pussy, but I cheated on her all the time with women who had thick bushes,
and I know she did the same.

I watched Jen work Blondie over, her eyes closed in intense focus as she
worked her lover like the submissive slave she was. She was handcuffed,
ankle-cuffed, and unable to move from her knees, and I knew she loved where
she was. Blondie was, as usual, smoking, having gone through about ten
cigarettes in just the time since she started lashing Jen. I watched
intently as Jen began to make Blondie scream. She had the fastest tongue I
had ever seen. The girl was born to serve dominant women.

Blondie was unable to control her screaming as she reached orgasm; Jen was a
lot better than what was described of Daria. Blondie had pointed out Daria's
inexperience on a few occasions, having only been a submissive for less than
a year. Blondie told Jen, after catching her breath,

'Damn, slut; you have a lot to teach my slave.'

It's the closest thing to a compliment that was ever going to come out of
Blondie's mouth. She then took a drag on her cigarette and bent Jen over the
footstool with her gargantuan ass in the air, looking over the slave with a
big smile on her face. Jen looked up at her captor as she asked,

'Tell me, slave. What do you want me to use in that big ass of yours?'

Jen knew exactly what she wanted - to be whipped, caned, and then slapped
around while Blondie rode her with her giant strap-on. Jen almost started
drooling when she saw it earlier - she's been fucked with big strap-ons, but
never anything this long or thick before, and never as mercilessly as
Blondie was about to. But first, she decided Jen's voluptuous ass needed a
warm-up.

The same cat o' nine tails that Blondie used on Jen's tits was now about to
punish her ass. Blondie started off targeting Jen's tattoos, which have had
to be touched up a couple of times because her ass just keeps getting
bigger. She lashed the tattoo with my name, calling me a 'worthless slut' in
the process. Even as I was tied up and gagged, I loved the degradation and
was looking forward to being her whore. Even the fact that she said I would
get twice the punishment Jen did was appetizing, especially since I so badly
wanted my ass fucked with that giant strap-on.

She whipped Carol's tattoo and then moved on to Marie's. She targeted the
tattoos but didn't let any spot on Jen's ass go unpunished, telling the
curvy slut that every square inch of her round ass was going to be red
before the whipping was done. Obviously Blondie had forgotten about the 'no
speaking' rule, because Jen was egging Blondie on the way she egged me on.

Jen shook her ass as Blondie whipped her mercilessly, leaving one red mark
after another. Her ass was always full of red marks, which she wore with
pride on her always-exposed ass; she was the only one allowed to show up to
her classes unclothed (she wore g-strings, but since her instructors liked
the eye candy and she said she couldn't buy clothes that fit her ass, she
was allowed to show up in nothing else.) At the start, she was a
distraction, but by now, the other students and the instructors were used to
her. That and she was Carol's and wasn't about to change.

She bounced her big backside up and down, begging to be lashed, and Blondie
did as Jen begged. She licked her lips and took one drag after another from
her cigarette, clearly enjoying Jen's big, beautiful, insatiable ass. Jen
had never been caned but had told me it was a fantasy of hers; I knew Jen
wanted me to do it, but I always got caught up whipping her and pounding her
ass to use a cane. Even Carol preferred having her slave on her back. It
sometimes made me wonder what Carol saw in Jen - she was a breast woman, and
Jen's best feature by far was her ass. I had a feeling Carol and Blondie
would get along famously. I also had a feeling Marie and I would be joining
a harem led by those two.

Finally, after what felt like forever with the whip and Jen almost screaming
to be caned, Blondie picked up the long, never-before-used bamboo cane and
presented it to Jen, who licked her lips and pleaded with Blondie to use it
without mercy. Blondie smiled at the slave and lit another cigarette,
blowing the smoke in her slave's face; Jen sucked in every bit of it she
could, badly wanting a cigarette herself. I was in need of a cigarette, too,
but being tied up and gagged didn't help my situation.

Blondie walked behind Jen and immediately swung the cane, striking Jen's ass
perfectly. It immediately started to leave a red mark, and without
hesitation, Blondie swung again. Jen screamed out in more pain and more
ecstasy than she had ever been in, yelling out how much she loved Blondie's
torture. Blondie just continued caning her, turning every spot on her
voluptuous ass red. Jen couldn't have been happier, and she showed it as she
shook her ass for Blondie.

Jen never stopped begging to be caned, shouting about how much she
worshipped Blondie and what a worthless pain slut she was. Blondie didn't
discourage her; I think she enjoyed Jen's praises. I knew I was enjoying it
and would have said so if I weren't gagged and looking forward to being
caned as well. I just studied Jen's ass, which I'd call perfect if I didn't
so enjoy making it bigger, and she just shook it. I was so incredibly turned
on; my pussy was so wet from watching this and thinking about how the bitch
bent over the stool would soon be...wait a minute. Blondie may be letting
Jen live a fantasy, but she's still my bitch. I wasn't about to have that
taken away from me. I could enjoy the show, but the next hands on a cane
across Jen's ass would be mine.

Blondie caned Jen's ass for as long as she could, getting tired before Jen
did; Blondie couldn't believe how much pain Jen could not only take but beg
for. So an exhausted Blondie took a minute while Jen begged for her to put
on the strap-on and pound her ass with it. And I started to study Blondie,
seeing my chance.

Blondie, trying to get her strength back, set a big dish of Twinkies and a
big glass of soda in front of Jen; the slave ate and drank while Blondie
came over to me. I couldn't believe it - she was putting the strap-on on,
but she said it was to be used on my ass, not Jen's. As tantalizing as that
sounded, I had a better idea as she took out a pair of handcuffs and untied
me. But I noticed that, in her exhausted state, she was getting a little
sloppy - she didn't cuff me as she undid my leg ropes. I was free, and she
was counting on my obedience to her to keep me docile.

Big mistake, Blondie. Big mistake.

I stood up and forced her hands behind her back, stole the cuffs, and
slapped them on her wrists. I then threw her over the same stool with Jen,
dug into her bag, and found another pair of cuffs for her ankles. Then I
took the gag out of my mouth and stuffed it in hers. She was mine now.

I took the whip and lashed it once across Blondie's defeated ass as I
started to gloat. I explained everything to her - that I loved to submit,
but I loved to control even more. I was also enjoying the show and didn't
want it to stop just because Blondie thought of me as her bitch. I was
nobody's bitch.

I took a cigarette out of her bag and lit it, and I lit one for Jen, too,
but not without lashing her ass just for fun. She thanked me and continued
stuffing her face as she inhaled on her cigarette with my help. Blondie gave
me a jealous look as I smiled at her; she knew she let her guard down and
was beaten. She was about to be brainwashed, too, just like Jen. Sure, Marie
and I liked to make it look like we were brainwashed, but it was all an act.
We never let our guard down. We played along for fun and because we both
enjoy being slave girls sometimes, but we were always in control.

I put on the giant strap-on and told Blondie that she'd love taking a giant
toy up her virgin ass (she wasn't really a virgin to being ass-fucked, even
by a woman, but her ass was tight enough that she could have been.) Then my
phone rang; it was Marie, and I answered with a smile, about to tell her
that we got two more bitches. But she told me something that made me even
happier. She explained,

'I have Carol in handcuffs, a gag, and a blindfold here. I whipped her tits
and fucked her ass. I'm just waiting for you to help me brainwash her. Come
to the the hotel with us; it'll be fun.'

I uncuffed Jen's hands and ankles and asked her to help me escort Blondie to
the hotel; Jen lovingly did so and enjoyed having a little power over her
old nanny - not too much, since she has to remember she's a slave, but a
little - and she slid her g-string back on as she dressed me in one.

We picked up Daria on the way and took her with us, and when we got to the
hotel, we saw that everything Marie had told me was absolutely true. I dug
in Blondie's bag, cuffed the slaves, gagged them, and kissed Marie as we got
ready to start our harem...and then I heard a knock on the door. I answered,
and at the door stood a beautiful lady in just a g-string, heels, and a
beautiful smile. She spoke in a delicious Russian accent as she softly told
me,

'Hey, Brandi; I heard you were here with some of your bitches, and I wanted
to get in on the fun. My girlfriend doesn't know I'm here, so make me your
bitch and make her jealous.'

Tatiana was one of my favorite students, and she looked phenomenal in a
g-string, which, she proudly said, was all she ever wore. She loved showing
off, and tonight was her chance. I kissed her, grabbed her ass, and shared a
cigarette with her and Marie for a few minutes while the bitched looked on
at us. Then I asked her if she wanted to be cuffed or to help us dominate
our four bitches. She winked at me and said,

'I've looked forward to taking control of that big ass of Jen's for a long
time. She's mine.'

I kissed her again and we all got out whips. Marie, Tatiana, and I put on
boots, and we looked over the slave bitches ready for the time of our
lives...