Ownership Pt. 03 by PxrnGuy

Ownership Pt. 03 by PxrnGuy

Explore the tantalizing world of desire in 'Ownership Pt. 03.' This adult sex story dives deep into themes of passion and control, delivering an intimate narrative that captivates and excites. Join the journey of sensual exploration and discover the complexities of relationships. Read now for a thrilling experience!<br/> Kayla immediately picked up the contract after Amy had put the pen down. She silently got up and walked out the room, giving Amy a subtle wink as she shut the door behind her, leaving Amy alone with Mistress Bella. The older woman stared down at her new property, Amy having signed herself over to the women to legally be owned by her. Mistress Bella stood up and Amy instinctively straightened herself to attention for the women, sensing her authority. ”Onto your back, slut. On the table. Now!” Mistress Bella shouted the last word causing Amy to jump but she got to it quickly. She climbed onto the short table with her back laying on the wood. She opened her legs wide for Mistress Bella, remember her prior instructions to always present her holes when she could. Mistress Bella responded by going down on her knees in-between Amy’s legs. She could feel a hand caress her left thigh, her heart fluttering as she desperately hoped for her dominant to touch her warm pussy. ”I can see how desperate that pussy is for attention, slut.” She felt the gentlest swipe of a finger through her labia folds, Mistress Bella held a shiny finger over Amy’s face. ”See this slut? You are wet already and we haven’t even began conditioning. Tell me girl, when was your previous orgasm before the one I allowed you earlier?”

Amy thought for a moment, ”Two nights ago, Mistress.”

”With fingers, toys or cock?” Bella asked as her hand continued to caress Amy’s thigh.

”A vibrator, Mistress,” she felt a hand splay open her vaginal lips and expose her clit. She winced slightly.

”Vibrator? You mean to tell me you have been over-stimulating your pussy?” Amy pondered how to answer the question before a swift slap on her thighs making her yelp. ”Answer me when I talk to you!”

”I don’t know!” Amy cried out, hoping she wouldn’t be met with another slap. What she got was worse, as Mistress stood up and unloaded a full force slap to the side of Amy’s face, tears welling in her eyes as her cheek stung.

”Remember who you are talking to slut! You are mine! Address me properly, otherwise you being muzzled so you can’t speak. Do you like having the right to talk?” Mistress Bella asked Amy.

”Yes, Mistress!” Amy cried as tears flowed down her face.

”So answer my question, whore!”

”I have de-sensitised my clit, Mistress!” Amy wailed out, her face still stinging.

”You are right, slut! And that means we will need to quarantine that clit! Same with your pussy as well. No orgasms at all until I decide that clit is appropriate conditioned for a whore of your station. Open your mouth.” Amy did as commanded, opening her jaw wide with her eyes shut. ”Open eyes, slut!”

”Yes, Mistress!” Amy said as she opened her eyes to look up at Mistress lean her face over her. The sharp featured woman formed saliva in her mouth and spat it into Amy’s wide open mouth, the young girl feeling it land on her throat. ”Swallow your gift, slut.” Mistress Bella commanded and Amy did as she said before thanking her. Mistress stepped away and Amy would not move out of fear of consequence, not even looking in the woman’s direction. She came around the back of Amy’s dangling head and she felt a something being fastened around her neck. It gripped around her neck firmly but was not constricting her ability to breath or move her head, she felt slight vibrations in whatever was around her neck before it slowed down. ”There you go, slut! Properly able to see you are mine now. Get up!”

Amy got off the table and onto her feet, as she was getting up off the floor she felt a sharp smack to her arse, making her jump up even faster. Mistress Bella looped her finger around something under Amy’s chin and pulled on it, her getting pulled closer. ”Look slut!” Gesturing her head to the wall where there was a mirror. Amy peered into and first noticed the tremendous red finger prints on her cheek from the slap her dominant had administered to her, then underneath she saw what was attached to her neck. It was a black leather collar, stitched onto the front was the word ‘slave’ and underneath was attach a silver ring looped through the front of the leather. Amy blinked at it, the only item of clothing on her whole body. ”Turn around, slut.” And Amy spun, she heard Mistress Bella tapped the mirror and then spin her back around. The mirror had somehow taken a photo of Amy when she was turned around, this whole house having more modern technology than Amy had seen in her life. The back of the collar said ‘Bella’, signifying who was Amy’s dominant. ”This here is your collar, slut. It signifies you as my property and what you are. Should anyone else ever come across you, they’ll know you are mine.”

”Thank you for this collar, Mistress,” Amy said to her.

”Aw,” Mistress Bella put her hand gently on Amy’s sore check and rubbed it, ”she’s learning.” She slipped her thumb into Amy’s mouth, feeling her tongue and rubbing inside it. ”Now slut, time to take you to your quarters.” She went to the other side of the room and picked up a leash, returned and attached it to Amy’s collar. ”Rule for you to remember, slut. You are only allowed to travel to a room to a house when leashed. You are forbidden from leaving a room you are left in unless led by someone holding the leash. Understand?”

”Yes, Mistress,” Amy said. Following this Mistress led Amy from the room and through the house. She kept a hold of the leash as she did so, although it Amy followed so closely at her heels she never needed to pull on it. They were coming to the kitchen; Amy’s senses were both hit with the smell of cooking and the sound of noise. As Mistress rounded the corner, she paused and Amy stopped next to her, what she saw was Kayla kissing a woman who appeared naked, her nylon clad knee pushed between the woman’s legs with her bare backside leaning against the kitchen island. Mistress turned to Amy, ”on your knees.” And Amy dropped down. Mistress Bella’s wife and the other woman separated from their embrace. The other woman was tall and blonde with an hourglass figure, her curves complimenting her large natural breasts, both nipples adorned in barbell piercings through the nipples and her bush darker coloured than her visible through the see-thru apron. What Amy noticed most of all was a white collar similar to hers the woman had on.

The other woman dropped down on her knees in front of Mistress Bella, Kayla stood beside her, the woman’s juices visibly soaked on her thigh. ”Mistress!” The blonde woman said, bowing her head to the woman. Amy was realising this was another slave owned by Mistress Bella as their shared dominant approached her. ”Hazel! You’ve left your pussy juice on my wife’s leg. Clean it!” The pale blonde immediately turned to Kayla and started licking her dirty thigh which the black American offered out to her, exposing her naked bottom to both Amy and Mistress Bella, fully displaying an object in her arsehole that had a large ‘B’ inscribed on the end. The blonde finished and turned to Mistress Bella again, ”I am done Mistress, apologies.”

”Rise, Hazel!” Mistress Bella sounded more happy to see her now, not caring the woman was passionately kissing her wife as she walked in. Although Amy was more focused on staring at Mistress Bella’s arse from behind, admiring her thick cheeks swallowing the latex outfit she was wearing. The woman called Hazel rose and opened her mouth, she was shorter than Mistress Bella so had to crane her head up and the dominatrix spat in her mouth which Hazel swallowed gladly. ”How have you been, my dear?”

”I have been well, Mistress! Although Sweden is very cold this time of year.” Hazel told Mistress; she was maybe thirty judging by her appearance.

”And Mistress Heidi? How was your experience with her?” Mistress Bella asked.

”It was… intense. Mistress Heidi is young but she holds authority well.”

”Did she fuck you often?” Mistress asked.

”Yes, she would have one of us every meal time. Then whoever she was impressed with least would spend a whole day in the dungeon with her after.”

”Well in that case,” Mistress Bella looked to Kayla. ”You had better stay in our bedroom tonight, I need to reclaim you.”

Hazel smiled, ”Thank you, Mistress. I would be honoured.”

”Bella…” Kayla nudged her wife, ”tell Hazel about her sister.”

”Oh god, I forgot that whore was behind.” Mistress Bella turned, ”were you checking my arse out, slut?”

Amy felt fear to lie, ”Yes, Mistress.”

”See this, Hazel? I get a new slave and she’s nearly as much as a whore as you. Yes, this is Amy. I acquired her today.”

Hazel exclaimed, ”today? Well I supposed her pussy is bare.”

”Exactly. Amy, come hug your sister.” Amy rose to her feet and walked toward the blonde woman. The other slave smiled at her and wrapped her arms around her, her taller than Amy. Amy did the same although felt awkward embracing another naked woman she had barely met. She felt the blonde’s large breasts press against her through the apron. The size comparison between their chests almost comical due to Amy being flat chested compared to the other woman. ”Aww, they look so cute together.” Kayla stated out loud.

”I can’t wait to get to know her better!” Hazel said.

”You will,” Mistress Bella replied. ”Although not for a little while, I think Amy will need a long conditioning. Anyway,” she spanked Hazel making the woman jump, ”get back to cooking. And you,” she turned to Kayla. ”Stop distracting my slaves.” Which Kayla guiltily smiled at before the two women gave each other a passionate peck. Mistress Bella grabbed Amy’s dangling leash. ”Enough stalling, let’s get you downstairs whore.” She led her through rooms of the large mansions as she heard Hazel and Kayla go back to conversing. Taking her back downstairs to the dungeon, except Mistress Bella diverted to a barely visible door to the right of the door to the dungeon. Only visible to the eye when you paid attention to it, she pulled a small notch and it opened an oval, heavy door that led to darkness. Mistress Bella held the door, ”step in.”