This time she ran the end of her riding crop over Amanda’s face, to her nipples, between her spread legs which had ropes pulling her open, the virgin cunt exposed. Mistress Izzy allowed Amanda and Carla, her two subs, to spend a glorious night together, living out five years of pent up desire, exploring each other’s sexual likes, devouring each other’s flesh, pressing skin together in many explosive orgasmic manners.
Mistress pulled them apart around 6 a.m., Thursday morning after Red Light Night and for the past five hours administered a crash course on submission, the meat of the learning coming over the next several hours. She sent Carla to work and brought Amanda to her Mother’s dungeon where the full spectrum of training could be more effectively performed.
“You have agreed to all of the stipulations in the contract you have read, and signed off, it exactly like my Urchin Carla’s, correct?” Mistress Izzy asked, video taping the interaction to upload for security sake. Amanda nodded yes into the camera. “And you have agreed to allow an offering of your virginity to a worthy Master at Midnight to conclude Hade’s Night?”
Amanda swallowed the spit accumulating behind the gag, nodded and said, “ygghhffttssss”.
“Pain and pressure my Dear,” Mistress Izzy continuing with the soft, endearing nicknames, she reached and took a clamp, applied it to Amanda’s left nipple, then another on her left. Amanda worked the chains clasped to Amanda’s body, turning her face down, rotating her like she was on a spit over an open flame.
“Mmmggfft!” Amanda moaned, the pressure and pain not too intense, then watching her Mistress attach a chain with a hooked platform to the end of the nipple clamps. They didn’t weight anything, but then Mistress pulled out masses that look like those you used in science class. She put on a weight of 100 grams on the left, and 100 grams on the right.
“GGHHFFTT!!!! OHHFFTTTT!” Amanda exclaimed the weight pulling her nipples longer, her breasts restrained but extending, Mistress Izzy looking into her subs eyes and began to swing them slowly, Amanda’s breasts stretching through the ropes. “AGGHHFFTTT!!!”
“I love the fear in your eyes right now Darling,” Mistress Izzy said, cupping Amanda’s cheek, kissing her there, and grabbing two 10 gram masses, placing them and watching as the clamps slowly slid down the nipple flesh, pinching the very edges before releasing.
“GAAHHGFFFFTTTT!!! AHHFFTTTTTTT!” Amanda’s eyes closed, the two clamps almost releasing at the same time, falling to the floor. “Ohfftttttohhhhh…”
Amanda sighed relief through the gag as Mistress took one nipple in her mouth, then the other, going back and forth the wet warmth soothing. Mistress alternated, swirling her tongue around them for the next five minutes, getting deep, breathing of relief.
Then, without warning…
“AGGFTTTHHHTTTTTT!” Amanda screamed into the gag, Izzy pressing the left nipple between her front and lower teeth and unmercifully bit down hard. “OHFFTT! OHFFFTT! OHFFTTT!”
Releasing the nipple, it immediately swelled, Mistress Izzy soothed it again, sucking on Amandas breast and nipple reaching for one of the clamps on the floor. She let it go, the nipple now bigger than the other, and moved between Amanda’s legs and attached the clamp to the hood of her clit.
“OHHGGGFFT!” Amanda moaned, Mistress Izzy keeping the chain and platform attached and putting on a 10 gram mass. “AHHFFGGTTT!”
Mistress Izzy added another, moving to Amanda’s face, her eyes wide, worried and a tear streaming down. Another was added and another, Mistress pushing and having it sway back and forth.
“AGGHHFFTTTTTTTTT!” Amanda wailed, tears streaming down now, the sensitive part pinched, the thinner flesh crushed by the pressure. Mistress Izzy reached down, yanked the chain stretching her hood for amoment then jerking it off. “OOHHHHHGGFFFFTTAHHHH!!!!!”
Mistress moved to her, covering her hole, Izzy’s lower lip pressing into the warm, tortured flesh, applying spit and pressing both lips on it sucking.
“OHHhhmmmmohhhhhh…” Amanda sobbed into her gag, it turning into a moan while Izzy shoved her tongue deep into her pussy, the throbbing flesh of her hood loving the relief the mouth gave to the pain. “OHhmmmmmm….”
Izzy had applied the body paint for Red Light Night on Carla, Amanda got to scrub off in the soaker tub in Jill’s bathtub, and was gifted at all things body decor. Izzy pulled over a cart and in an instant pierced Amanda’s hood, both side and place a ring that went through both side.
“Mggffftt!” Amanda groan, the pressure, pain, pressure pain masked by the throbbing already imposed above her pussy. She didn’t know exactly what Mistress Izzy had done, figuring it had to be piercing, the feel of the cool metal down there.
Last but not least, in the pressure and pain lesson, was Mistress Izzy leaving her mark in the form of a tattoo. On the roller cart were the instruments, Amanda seeing Carla’s tucked inside her right cheek, only a full naked inspection, or a wandering mouth, would find her brand. It was an “M on it’s side, incorporated into the two ‘ZZ’s that spelled out ‘IZZY’.
Talented, she free handed the block letters, it looking similar, but not the same after the two hour procedure. She had the outline with a feathered in red using skin tone to set it off. Amanda yelped into the gag some, and was beat the ropes cutting some circulation off, but nothing that wasn’t compensated elsewhere.
It was close to 2:30 p.m. when Amanda was lowered, the gag removed and the ropes released. There was a covering over the tattoo that was thin, and didn’t feel bulky, waterproof. Mistress held her naked, apply cream and lotion and called up to her Mother to bring down food, having gotten her two full bottles of water.
They were curled together in the corner of the basement meant for aftercare, Nikki carefully coming into the room, having seen Amanda five years ago or more. She was asleep in Izzy’s arms, who held a finger up signifying ‘shhhh’ to her Mother.
In a whisper, Nikki said, “Oh my God, she’s beautiful.”
“Thank you, Amanda said, standing up, her step a little staggered from the lack of circulation. She walked over to Nikki, Mistress Izzy announcing they were in Nikki’s stable, turned and presented herself, bending over backwards, showing off her clit, tattoo, piercing clasped with the ring at the top.
“Mistress Izzy you do good work,” Nikki said running her hand from Amanda’s bellybutton, over her bent stomach and down to the ring piercing the hoods. “Do I believe my Child who talks that you are a virgin to a man’s penis?”
“Yes Mistress,” Amanda said, still contorted over, the smell of her cunt now in the air.
Nikki moved her mouth to Amanda’s taint.
“Ohhhhh, Mistress….” she sighed, Nikki parting her pussy with her tongue, running it to her ring. “Oh that’s amazinggggg….”
Nikki pulled back, and giggled some.
“I’d love to do this all day, but we’re short shifted,” Nikki said, Amanda standing up and turning to her new domme.
“I need work, Mistress, and I’ve waited tables,” Amanda said. “With all due respect.”
“Finish your work Mistress Izzy and have her ready by the lunch shift,” Nikki said.
“Yes Mother,” Mistress Izzy conceded.
————————————————————————————————-The Slut:
In Mel’s Voice
I loved the term slut from the minute it was spit at me from Jaxson, impaling me on his cock, it was so obvious that’s who I was, not who I became. Inside it was there, all the romance novels, the time in the tub my fingers deep, 25 years of marriage, I cheated on Donnie weekly with myself.
“Melanie! Wake up!” Sophie yelled into my ear, the break was over, it was 3 a.m. and I had just finished with four forty-something year-old women, each taking turn torturing my body, the first with a cane, the second Cat-O-Nine Tails, third a whip and fourth a flog. Then the mouths of them covered me, worshiping my red marks, the welts on my body, getting the cum still drizzling out of my cunt and ass from the three men triple penetrating me before them.
It was delicious and torturous at the same time.
I stood and the 76 year old Sophie began to sponge bathe me, the water warm and feeling good against my skin. All of the adornments, all of the costume I had worn prior, tossed aside, it was just me, my makeup smeared and across my face.
“Here’s let me touch you up,” Sophie said reaching for the case and brush, redoing my face and my eye liner. She sang softly, a beautiful voice, her naked body showing her age beautifully. “There you go Child.”
She stayed close, her breathing heavy, leant in giving me a warm kiss, cupping my left breast. I felt no hesitation to serve, ‘slut’ defining there were no boundaries, and I had no reluctance or hesitation.
“Mine were much like yours,” she said, and I honored her by reciprocating and cupping hers. “Mmmm, you’re so beautiful Child. Time to go meet Randle.”
“Randle?” I asked, but got no response right away. She led me away from the group scenes, most finished, though here were several groups playing after the transactional events wrapped up.
“Randle is our biggest contributor,” She said straightening my hair. “It’s 3:30 a.m. and he has you until 5 a.m.. The good news is he’s not into the torture and pain.”
“The bad news?” I asked.
“He’s numb and he loves to fuck, and the size of his contribution is dependent on if he finishes again by 5 a.m.” Sophie said, petting my ass now, her hand fully over my right cheek. “And he’s finished twice tonight I’m told.”
“I have my work cut out for me,” I said, though confident, Sophie opened the door and I saw the 6’5″ man, standing in a robe, sipping on brown liquor. I moved to him, leant up to meet his lips, tasting his drink. “Mmmm a bourbon man, I like that Sir.”
“Randle,” He said. “You can drop the Sir and Master, just be you.”
I stopped, looked up at him, my hands resting on his hips feeling the plush of the robe his words ‘just be you’ confusing my newly wired instincts.
“Randle, you need to help me,” I said, my face soft and concerned. “I don’t know who I am anymore…”
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