...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 24


I had thoughts of telling Mr. Reiser about my teacher, but I didn't. I hid
the ring away in my vanity, in the wide drawer where there were a number of
similar boxes as I did have a lot of jewelry by this time. I was terribly
spoiled. I pushed the engagement ring out of sight, towards the back of the
drawer, and I hoped I could forget it, that Mr. Davis would come to his
senses and remember what I'd told him. I was somewhat embarrassed by his
affections, to tell the truth and I was sure my Master wouldn't find the
man's proposal very amusing.

Mr. Reiser might even decide to turn my teacher in, which was what I should
have done just to protect myself. I didn't want that though, I liked the
man, and so I kept the secret and told myself it would be alright. I had
just half a year of school left and it would be over, I'd never see
Mr. Davis again.

"Are you getting ready?" Wren's voice interrupted me and I blinked away my
guilt and smiled at her.

"Yeah." I nodded. "You're wearing that?"

"What's wrong with this?" She looked down at herself and the dress she was
wearing. It was short and pink, with ruffles of white lace around the
waist.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "You have to really get your nipples hard though."

Wren was a boy, but such a pretty one that I figured God had just made a
mistake giving her a penis and balls. Or maybe He'd done it on purpose, who
could say what God might be up to? She was fourteen and tall, just about
five foot even with fair skin, sort of a warm toffee color. Wren's eyes
were dark, like rich coffee and bright despite that, reflecting the soft
glow of the lamps in my bedroom. She didn't have much of a body yet, her
chest was flat but for her puffy nipples from taking hormones, and her hips
were soft with a little babyfat maybe, but she didn't have a waist or
anything. A nice butt though, really nice and skinny legs like all fourteen
year olds have. Straight black hair to her shoulders and that pretty face,
a pert little nose and a soft mouth with pouting lips. She would be very
beautiful when she got older and the girl knew it.

That's why we didn't really get along that well, because I knew I was
beautiful already. It could be that having two bedroom negras in the one
house wasn't a good idea either. I mean Wren did belong to Miss Corinne and
I was Mr. Reiser's, of course, but neither of us were much for sharing our
owners' attentions and it was fun to try and get that attention. I enjoyed
it a lot when Miss Corinne would compliment and touch me, kiss me
occasionally and even bring me to her bed. She was very much like a man in
that way, preferring to use a strap-on dildo and take me from behind, and
she always fucked me so nicely.

Wren could hardly disagree with that aloud and most often her Mistress
would have the girl watch, as sort of a punishment, I thought. Wren didn't
like it at all and afterwards she'd go out of her way to seduce Mr. Reiser
and find a way into my Master's bed, urging him to make me watch them fuck,
naturally, and I wouldn't complain, but do as my owner told me. It was a
game, I suppose, and one neither of us would ever finish nor win, but it
kept us apart and most often we avoided each other when we could. I think
our owners were aware of it and most likely they found it amusing and not a
little useful, as it did keep Wren and I very busy trying to look and act
our best.

"What's wrong with my nipples?" Wren frowned and brushed her fingers over
her chest. The dress was very thin and tight around her body and should
have revealed the girl's nipples, but Wren's were always small and soft,
despite being puffy.

"Nothing. Except it's like you don't have any." I teased and I was just
wearing my underwear as I put on my makeup. My Master was taking me out
tonight, to the Owner's Club for dinner and fun.

"I can't help it, they don't stay hard." Wren shrugged at me. "I pinched
them and stuff, you know, but then they just get soft again."

"Heh." I grinned at her reflection. "Sucks to be you, I guess."

"Oh, shut-up." She stuck out her tongue at me. "I'm gonna get tits pretty
soon anyway, my Mistress said so. Big ones too, bigger than yours."

"You are not." I laughed, putting on a little eyeliner. "They won't do it
until you're sixteen."

"How do you know?" She asked.

"How do I know?" I put my pencil down. "Duh! Why do you think I had to
wait?"

"Cause you weren't even a slave, duh!" She mimicked me. "Mistress can do
whatever she wants with me."

"She can't do that." I said. "They have to wait til you grow some more."

"Why?"

"Cause otherwise you're tits will look funny." I stood up and went to my
closet. "Nobody likes funny looking tits."

"You think I look bad?" Wren asked me a moment later and she was worried
about her boobs now, just like I wanted her to be.

"The top does." I nodded. I'd taken off my bra and was putting on a
lavender blouse, thin and loose like a sleeveless halter made of silk. My
proud nipples were sticking out sweetly and I made a point of making sure
Wren saw them.

"You think it's the pills?" Wren wondered and she frowned at my tits.

"Does your dick get hard?"

"All the time." She nodded and I laughed.

"It ain't the pills then." I told her, pushing my panties down and my own
little girl cock was semi-hard, just because it loved getting dressed up.

"What should I do then?" Wren sat down on my bed, watching me as I stepped
into a black leather mini-skirt. My Master wanted me to dress slutty
tonight.

"I dunno." I shrugged, looking down as I buttoned my skirt and zipped it
up. "Get them pierced, that might help."

"What? My nipples?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Get like posts or whatever, or I don't know, not rings
though. Something that will make them look bigger."

"I'd have to ask Mistress."

"Don't ask!" I giggled, looking for some lavender shoes cause I knew I had
some. "Just do it! Surprise her."

"What if she doesn't like it though?" Wren worried.

"So, take them out then. It isn't like you have to keep them in forever or
anything." I frowned and turned my head. "Did you take my shoes?"

"No." Wren looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would I take..."

"Found them." I cut her off and Wren had pretty small feet, but I didn't
trust her either.

"See?" Wren wrinkled her nose. "You're always blaming me all the time."

"Yeah." I agreed, because it was true and I didn't care. I sat down and
started putting on my shoes.

"Are you ready to go, Wren?" Our Master's voice sounded from the open
doorway and I had to think about that for a second before it registered.

"Yes sir." Wren giggled for him, putting on her best bedroom negra act as
she stretched briefly, giving the man a pose.

"Master?" I looked at him, still bent over as I buckled one of the thin
straps around my left ankle.

"Didn't Wren tell you?" Mr. Reiser looked at me and then at Wren.

"Sorry, I forgot." Wren said sweetly and she was giving me a look so I'd
know she hadn't forgotten at all.

"What?" I asked her, but it was Mr. Reiser who answered.

"Cory wanted to switch tonight, so you're going with her to the Sable
Society." My Master told me, somewhat apologetically, but not really.

"Oh." I swallowed hard and nodded, dropping my eyes and pretending like I
was busy with my shoe.

"I'm taking Wren with me." He added unnecessarily. "Let's go, girl."

"Yes sir." Wren agreed happily and she wiggled her fingers at me. "Have
fun, Dani. Watch your balls!"

Of course I knew my Master would fuck her and Miss Corinne would probably
fuck me too, so neither of us were really getting any kind of advantage,
but Wren had enjoyed watching me find out at the last minute. She was such
a little bitch! I wondered if my outfit would be okay for Miss Corinne now
and I figured she'd probably want me to change. I'd been to the Sable
Society a few times before and it was much like the Owner's Club, except
most of the women brought boys with them, the bedroom bucks who kept their
mistresses satisfied. There were a few lesbians however and they had their
place, their own rules and pleasures, and Miss Corinne was a part of their
small circle simply because she liked her boys to look like girls.

"Mistress?" I knocked on her bedroom door, even though it was open.

She was dressing and very nearly finished, wearing cream colored riding
breeches and a white blouse tucked into the narrow waist. Miss Corinne had
her auburn hair pinned up and wore very little makeup and she'd taped her
breasts down, I realized, using a soft elastic wrap to pull her smallish
tits flat against her chest. She'd be wearing a strap-on, I knew, a
life-like phallus that was stiff enough to fuck me with and wonderfully
flexible as well. It wasn't so large as some of her toys, for our Mistress
had a great many, but it was easily her favorite and she wore it often. She
very much enjoyed being a man.

"Danielle." She smiled at me and I returned it with genuine affection.

"Am I dressed alright, ma'am?" I asked her, turning slightly on my hips so
she could get a good look at me.

"Are you wearing panties?" She wondered, pulling on a pair gleaming black
riding boots, the leather coming very nearly up to her knees.

"No ma'am." I shook my head.

"Put on a thong." She told me, "We'll leave soon."

"Yes Mistress." I nodded and I knew what she liked.

I pulled on a black thong that was very small and even if I'd been a real
girl it would have covered very little of my sex. As it was the triangular
bit of silk was just enough to hold my girl cock as I pushed it down,
forming a thin pouch of sorts. The bottom and back was very narrow and I
adjusted my testicles so that it split my balls, my testes spilling out to
the left and right in my hairless scrotum. I pulled the thong tight across
my anus and between my firm brown cheeks, then waist high and arching over
my hips. I was putting my skirt back on when Miss Corinne found me and she
was smiling, telling me to bend over so she could see how those tiny
panties were riding.

"Hmmm...Perfect." The woman sighed happily, playing with my balls for a
moment, giving each of them a gentle tug so they would hang down as far as
possible.

"Mmmm...Mistress..." I gasped and wriggled my ass just for her.

"Heh. Pull your skirt back down before I fuck you." Miss Corinne
laughed. "We'll never get out of here and we're already late."

"Yes ma'am." I straightened myself up, smoothing my skirt into place and my
little penis throbbed in its trap.

We rode together in the back of her Lexus, Jericho playing the chauffer for
us. Unlike the Owner's Club, which was set on a plantation near the river,
the Sable Society occupied the top floors of a modern high rise in downtown
Memphis, a city not known for its skyline, and so it must have been a
rather valuable investment. The ground floor held exclusive boutiques and
shops selling jewelry and designer clothing from Italy and Japan and even
occupied Paris. Above that there were offices, a publishing company among
other things, and perhaps a few apartments higher up, and finally the Sable
Society holding the top three floors and the roof, of course.

Jericho would wait with the car and our entry was through a private
elevator that had only two stops, the ground floor and the Sable
Society. There were no buttons inside, although there was a smoky panel
with a touch screen where you might expect to find one. There was only an
old fashioned lever and an attractive slave, an older black man in red
livery to operate it. He greeted Miss Corinne politely and ignored me
completely except to scan my arm and register me as a guest as that panel
lit up with my information displayed.

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"Are you going to have her castrated?" An older woman named Rebecca was
asking my Mistress. "You really should, it would make her so much
prettier."

We were in a comfortable lounge, part an area called the Sapphos Retreat,
which was large with a number of rooms and resplendent with Grecian
architecture and furnishings. There weren't a great many lesbians, but
there were a lot of bisexual members, from what I'd heard, and so the
Society had appointed a large portion of its second floor to that
particular taste. Unlike male homosexuality, the women here enjoyed a lot
more tolerance when it came to loving each other.

"Oh, not this one." Miss Corinne smiled and she was drinking whiskey while
I knelt on the marble tiles and mouthed her strap-on.

"I castrate all my niggers." Another woman said. Her name was Amanda and
she was young and beautiful, hardly any older than I was.

I'd been surprised at how many of the owners here were younger. The Owner's
Club had a lot of men in their forties and fifties, and even older than
that, since it did take some measure of wealth to join. I guessed a lot of
those men had trophy wives, like Amanda plainly was, and she made no secret
of the fact that she'd married her husband only for his money, a fact most
of the women found amusing, at least the ones in this room.

"Well, this one isn't mine." Miss Corinne sighed. "She's my husband's toy
and he does enjoy a little cream with his coffee."

"Husband's should be castrated too." A third woman decided with a drunken
giggle.

She looked like a man, in fact most of these women did, the real lesbians,
and their negras were mostly extremely beautiful and submissive. They were
called femmes and that was what my Mistress called me, although I was the
only girl there with a penis and testicles.

"Oh be nice, Vicky." Rebecca cautioned her friend gently. "We're in mixed
company tonight."

"You can castrate my husband." Amanda giggled, brushing a lock of long
blonde hair from her blue eyes. "You would be doing me a favor, believe
me."

The woman laughed at that and I just moved my mouth up and down that
life-like phallus my Mistress sported through the opening in her
trousers. It didn't do much for me and I'm not sure exactly what Miss
Corinne felt from it, but I knew a portion of that cock was embedded inside
her cunt, the base designed to give her some stimulation when she fucked
with it. Mostly she just liked to watch me sucking her off, I think,
imagining that her penis was real and of course Miss Corinne liked to show
me off as well.

The way I knelt pulled the back of my short skirt halfway up my ass and
exposed my hairless balls to anyone who cared to look. They were well
adjusted too, my Mistress had seen to that, pulling them into place astride
my thong so they hung down nicely and some of the other women actually
admired them, commenting on how sexy it was, but others had no use at all
for testicles.

"You're still doing the other one, though, right?" Rebecca asked Miss
Corinne. "What was her name?"

"Wren." My Mistress nodded. "Yes, I'm going to castrate her this Thursday."

I almost lifted my head at that news, since this was the first I'd heard of
it. I didn't know if Wren knew about it or not, but I suspected the little
sissy had no idea. I'd like to say I felt a little bad about it, just
because I knew if my Master had wanted to castrate me I'd have been a
pretty upset probably. I liked my balls a lot and I was reasonably sure
Wren liked hers, but it was going to be kind of funny to see the look on
her face when she found out, I thought.

"That'll be nice." Vicky nodded. "She'll be so much more..."

"Feminine?" Rebecca chuckled.

"Yeah." Mistress Corinne stroked my hair. "Wren is a little too feisty for
her own good. I have it in mind to cool her blood a little."

"That'll do it." Rebecca agreed. "Although I'm not sure what use a
castrated bedroom buck would be."

"Heh." Vicky grinned. "Long as she's got a hole, who cares how enthusiastic
she is?"

"Unless you want her to go down on you." Amanda said.

"She'll go down on this." Miss Corinne chuckled, lifting my head from her
penis so her friends could see it.

"Speaking of going down..." Amanda giggled, "...How are you feeling, Tate?"

"Get on your knees and find out, slut." The negra sitting next to Amanda
grinned at her mistress and she was the dyke in their relationship.

I blinked at the slave's words and I couldn't imagine talking to one of my
owners that way, but clearly Amanda liked it and the other women didn't
even seem to notice. Tate was a woman, but she looked like a man until she
unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants, exposing her female sex. Tate had
a lot of pubic hair too, thick and black and I watched as the beautiful
blonde trophy wife slipped to the floor in front of her negra and allowed
the slave to pull her mouth hard against that black cunt.

"Go get some of that." Miss Corinne told me, giving me a little push and I
looked at her, not understanding what she meant. "Go on, I want to see you
eat some white pussy. Amanda won't mind."

I licked my lips and nodded, but I had no desire to lick anyone's
pussy. The idea seemed sort of revolting to me, really, and I'd never been
interested in other girls at all. It made me feel...gay. I did as my
Mistress told me, however. I wouldn't dream of refusing the woman anything
and so I found myself on my hands and knees behind Amanda, lifting the hem
of her blue gown and pulling down her white lace panties.

"Hmmm...Blacked at both ends, some girls have all the luck." Rebecca
laughed.

I pushed Amanda's smooth white thighs apart slightly and she made no
protest at all, opening her legs willingly while she tongue fucked the
black pussy in front of her noisily. I found the blonde hot and pink, her
pussy already wet with juices spilling from her swollen labia as soon as I
touched them with my tongue. I wasn't really good at cunnilingus, I knew
that, but I'd had a lot of practice with analingus and the concept is
basically the same. I had a strong tongue anyway, put it that way, and I
put it to good use, ignoring my distaste for what I was doing and just
closing my eyes.

Less than a minute after I started eating Amanda's pussy I felt my Mistress
behind me and that had been Miss Corinne's real intention all along, just
to get me down on the floor so she could fuck me. I sighed happily as I
felt her pulling my thong aside, exposing my anus to her big dildo and I
was ready for it. I'd lubricated myself after my bath thinking I'd be
fucking my Master this evening, but this was almost as good. I drew
Amanda's rubbery pussy lips into my mouth, sucking and chewing on them
gently as Miss Corinne pushed the head of her cock inside me, splitting my
brown sphincter and opening me up slowly.

"Mmmm...Danielle, suck that white cunt...Here it comes now..."

My Mistress had the tip inside me and she took me by the hips, drawing a
deep breath and then letting it out as the woman thrust into me hard,
shoving that cock eight inches deep all at once. My face was suddenly
pressed against Amanda's sex and my asshole burned as the muscles were
forced rudely apart, stretched painfully with little warning.

"Mmmphhh..." I moaned and the white mistress I was sucking rolled her pert
round ass, reaching back with her right hand to grab my head and hold me
against her while she came.

I could hear Amanda's muffled moans joining mine as her negra dyke held the
woman's mouth against her cunt. It seemed Tate was cumming as well and she
was urging her mistress to get her tongue deeper, to fuck that black slave
pussy with her high society mouth. My own mouth was being filled with
Amanda's juices by then, her orgasm was potent and much stronger than what
I'd been tasting a moment before. It was sharp and sour, making my tongue
curl and all I could think of was how much better sperm was.

I enjoyed having my ass fucked by my Mistress though, that was feeling
super good as she knew how to do it right, taking long strokes and even
pulling the dildo completely out of me for a heartbeat before stabbing back
inside my gaping anus. Sucking pussy though, I just didn't like it at all
and all those girl juices flooding my mouth and soaking my cheeks and chin
and even my nose, it felt dirty almost. I wasn't ever going to be a
lesbian, I knew that, but unfortunately my Mistress was and so...

"Over here now..." Rebecca had spread her legs and she was slapping her
dark haired pussy like she was calling a dog to dinner. "..Come on sissy, I
want some tongue too."

"You heard her, Dani." My Mistress giggled and this was very much like my
other visits to the Sable Society.

Miss Corinne was holding my long black hair like the reins of a horse,
tugging my head back and around so I'd crawl over to the other mistress and
suck Rebecca's cunt while she sat with her bedroom negra, stroking the
girl's exposed tits and kissing her. I didn't know the slave's name, but
she was black as coal and looked like an African princess, with a lot of
gold jewelry and yellow silk harem pants, or something, like oversized
pajamas sort of. It was a sexy outfit, like something out of the Arabian
Nights maybe, and that girl was a total lesbian sucking Rebecca's tongue
like she was dying for it and squeezing her owner's tits hard.

"There you go...Mmmm...More pussy for Dani..." Miss Corinne was teasing me
and she'd ridden me with her dildo in my ass across the floor. "...Am I
spoiling you, dear?"

"No Mistress." I said seriously and that made her laugh as my Mistress
pushed my face between Rebecca's thighs.

"No, I don't suppose I am." Miss Corinne clucked her tongue and went back
to fucking me hard while I went to work bringing Rebecca the orgasm she
wanted.

Around us nearly all the women were engaged in some sort of sex and it was
something I might have expected to see at the Owner's Club. Men were always
accused of being single-minded when it came to sex, but they were nothing
compared to the women who belonged to the Sable Society. I'd seen plenty of
boys sucking their Master's cocks, a few being fucked every now and again,
but it was always done with a sense of restraint. The women here took their
sex with almost reckless abandon, some of them loud and almost brutal with
their vulgar language.

Another girl, a young white woman barely sixteen or seventeen years old,
had taken my place behind Amanda and she was fingering the blonde eagerly
while tonguing the woman's asshole. She was probably the daughter of some
wealthy slave owner, or the guest of an older friend or Aunt perhaps, and
I'd noticed that too. Unlike the Owner's Club, the Sable Society didn't
seem to have any restrictions on age and there were a number of teenage
girls, white girls, in attendance. At my Master's club a man needed to be
eighteen to get inside, not so here and a lot of those girls enjoyed the
Sapphos Retreat and the company of older white women especially.

I was hardly aware of the orgy going on around me though, as my Mistress
was fucking me hard in the ass while Rebecca's slave had taken it upon
herself to make sure I licked the woman's cunt properly. The black girl
held my head and pulled at my hair, moving my mouth up and down the way she
wanted, whispering in my ear to lick or nibble or suck at Rebecca's juicy
pussy. I'd suck the woman's clit for awhile and then be pushed down so I
could chew Rebecca's ruddy labia, which were very long and fat.

"Let me taste." The slave girl finally said, jerking my head upward and I
suddenly found her small tongue in my mouth.

She kissed me for a minute and then Rebecca leaned forward so that I could
kiss her as well. By that time Miss Corinne was getting a little tired of
fucking me, or perhaps bored with it and she pulled her dildo out of my ass
and turned me around so I could suck it clean for her. Rebecca, or perhaps
her harem slave girl, I wasn't sure, decided to play with my balls then as
they were hanging free now in front of the two women.

"Oh, they're soft." Rebecca giggled and so it was her fist I felt wrapped
around my testicles.

I jerked as the woman squeezed harder, wanting to lift my head and look
back over my shoulder, but Miss Corinne held me firmly.

"Shhh...You don't need to look...Keep sucking, Dani..." She pushed me down
so that I choked slightly and then finally opened my throat so I could take
all of that dildo inside my mouth.

With my face impaled on that cock, Rebecca decided to give my balls a real
squeeze and I went stiff and then jumped, my knees coming off the floor
when a lightning bolt of pain shot through the bottom of my belly. I tried
to pull back, to get my mouth off that cock as I felt my balls being
crushed in the woman's hand. It made me nauseas and light headed, and I
gasped and retched when my Mistress finally released my head about the same
time Rebecca let go of my testicles.

"Oh dear." Rebecca giggled. "I hope I didn't hurt her."

I was still on my knees, but hunched over with my hands between my legs as
if I might protect myself. It had hurt a lot and I was panting for air on
the cold marble floor. This had happened to me before as well during my
previous visits and while I knew Miss Corinne wouldn't let any of those
women really hurt me, there were some of them who liked to see a boy in
pain, even a boy who was really a girl like me. It was what Wren's happy
little warning to watch my balls had been about.

"Come here, you'll be okay." My Mistress was coaxing me to move, to join
her on a small sofa, a love seat really.

"She squeezed me hard, Mistress." I told her once we were sitting down and
the pain was slowly going away.

"I know, she shouldn't have done that." Miss Corinne nodded. "Have a drink;
it'll make you feel better."

She waved for one of the waiters and there were always a number of moving
about the rooms. I had a champagne cocktail, draining the glass quickly and
taking another before the man could move on. It did make me feel better and
Miss Corinne was stroking my face and hair, kissing me tenderly and
apologizing for my rough treatment at the hands of Rebecca and her slave.

"You're so beautiful, I think they're just jealous." My Mistress laughed
lightly and I gave her a doubtful look. "Oh, don't be mad, Danielle. Your
pretty balls are fine."

"I'm not mad, Mistress." I told her. "I'm just..."

"What?" She kissed my cheek.

"I'm not a lesbian." I shrugged.

Miss Corinne really laughed at that and turned my face so she could kiss me
deeply and that was good for me because with my eyes closed I couldn't tell
she wasn't a man. I kissed her back, gently at first and then yielding as
the woman kissed me harder, bringing her hand to crotch and rubbing my
penis through the small thong which was trying to contain it. My balls felt
much better then and my girl cock was growing stiff beneath Miss Corinne's
deft fingers. I moaned into her mouth and I found her cock with my hand,
stroking it as if it were a real penis, and my Mistress must have felt
something of that because it brought a deep throated groan and she moved
her hips to increase the pressure.

It was nice kissing like that, playing with each other's cocks and I was
oblivious to the women fucking all around us. The room was filled with the
sounds of oral sex, the wet noises of sucking lips and urgent swallows as
mouths filled with tangy juices. There was a chorus of moans and sighs and
the soft slapping of flesh on flesh as female bodies moved together, making
love the way women do, with every part of themselves. None of that meant
very much to me as my Mistress was intent on repaying me for my unhappy
efforts at playing lesbian for her friends.

"Let me make you special." Miss Corinne giggled and licked her lips and I
swallowed thickly as she went down on me finally, leaning over to release
my hard little penis and take me into her warm wet mouth.

"Ummm...Thank you, Mistress..." I nodded, closing my eyes and smiling at
how this beautiful woman could suck my cock like a man, she was so good at
it.


End of chapter 24