Learning to Serve: A little party by waynejeffries

Learning to Serve: A little party by waynejeffries

Discover the erotic tale of "Learning to Serve" in this steamy adult sex story. Join the party and delve into a world of seduction and desire.<br/>
Joan awoke, approached her bound slave, and released him from his bonds. Scott immediately dropped to his knees, followed her to the bed, and dutifully serviced his Mistress’s pussy. Uncharacteristically, Joan spoke.

“My pet, plan on another long weekend as you will be released on Monday morning again. I have some very special plans for you that need to be executed on Saturday and Sunday.”

Scott listened, continuing to lick her pussy, drawing two orgasms out of his Owner. After the second orgasm, she placed the heel of her right foot on his left shoulder and pushed him away.

“I expect you will be here on Saturday, no later than two my dear. Now leave immediately, dress outside.”

Each small change, designed to humiliate, degrade, or belittle Scott filled him with confusion and excitement. Dressing outside the sliding glass door in the cool morning air, Scott felt alive, exhilarated, and rock hard. Driving home, images of cleaning Dean, Joan beating him, and Sarah stroking his cock on the outside of his sweatpants blitzed his mind as he unconsciously rubbed his cock through his pants.

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Sarah didn’t call until eleven Thursday night. Scott asked her if she knew what was going on this weekend, but she was unaware. Actually, she was going to the shore with friends and would be away this weekend. She reassured Scott that she was thinking of him and could not wait to feel his hot, thick cock deep inside of her. Scott smiled and thanked her for her kind words, wishing her a good time at the shore, dreading what Joan may have in store for him.

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After working out on Saturday morning, Scott was less edgy, but the closer to noon, the more agitated he became. He called Joan, but only got the answering machine. He was still amped up and had no obligations, so he went over to her house at 11. She was not home. He parked in the driveway, entered through the back gate, stripped his clothes and kneeled in a resting position, his ass on his calves, head bowed, arms resting on his thighs with palms up. Joan opened the sliding glass door to her room two hours later.

“HMMMM, my pet, you are an eager one, why are you so early?”

“MIstress, I have thought about nothing but serving you and can only imagine what you may have in store for me. You have pushed my limits and I yearn for more of it. I want you to take me as far as you think I deserve.”

Joan smirked, attached a leash to Scott’s collar, and led him to the foot of the bed. Hiking up her dress and sitting on the edge of the bed, she fisted the back of Scott’s head and guided him to her crotch, pantiless and dripping already. Scott licked her as a matter of habit, and also because he yearned to please his mistress. Additionally, there was an ironic feeling inside of him that as he pleasured Joan, he in some way was connecting with Sarah. It was irrational, it was stupid, and it made no sense, but as he ate out his Mistress, he was thinking of his lover, her daughter, Sarah. Sarah, who was down at the shore, Sarah who was having fun like a 20 something, Sarah, who was hot, beautiful and a great fuck, Sarah, who may be with someone else the entire time, Sarah, the girl he ultimately loved, but had not professed that to her. Sarah, the daughter of his Dominatrix.

Scott was roused from his reveries by the squeeze of Joan’s thighs on the side of his head as she orgasmed strongly, letting out an AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, YEEEEESSSSS!, forcing her pet’s face harder against her crotch, grinding out her prolonged orgasm. As her tremors subsided, Scott continued to lap at her juicy folds, avoiding her clit, but cleaning all of her escaping juices.

“Fuck pet, I love your tongue. Your skills are outstanding, but now I need that cock. I know you realize that I love Dean and he fucks quite well, but nothing compares to the cock I own. Get up here and give me a proper fucking.”

“MIstress, may I fuck you how I desire? Or should I be reserved?”

“No, pet, I want you to fuck me, possess my body, do it however you desire, no restrictions.”

Scott leaped up on the bed, grabbed Joan’s hips and flipped her over on her stomach. His cock immediately entered her dripping pussy. UUUHHHHHHHH, escaped her lips as Scott pulled her hips toward him, impaling her on his rock hard cock. Scott pounded Joan, fueled by humiliation, denial, and debasement. He pounded her with long, hard strokes, fisting her hair, lifting her face off the bed. Joan delighted in the knowledge that her harsh treatment of Scott pushed him to be so forceful and animalistic. Scott pushed down on the small of Joan’s back, moved his legs outside of her legs and began to jackhammer into Joan hard and fast. Scott was fucking her with a vengeance, half in fury, half in lust, pounding down mercilessly, driving down into his Mistress in a frantic attempt to restore some balance in the dynamic. So focused on subjecting Joan to his will, the thought of cumming did not occur to him.

Joan cried out, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHHH, FUCK YEA, GIVE ME THAT BIG FAT COCK, YES, YES, YES, FUCK YES, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME LIKE A REAL MAN FUCKS. UUUHHHH, UUUHHHH, UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Joan’s body fell limp as her head buzzed with a numbing sensation. Her panting was at a measured level but still quick. Scott stopped immediately, cock still rock hard and deep inside of her, but his only reaction was to snuggle against Joan’s back, holding her firmly as her breath regained normalcy. Being on top, fucking again, instead of serving felt good, but it did no feel right. He fucked her like she wanted, his Mistress satisfied, but Scott was confused. He did not cum, did not fill her up, did not think of orgasming. He did as instructed and fucked her hard, but she did not instruct him to cum and he did not. Wide-eyed and apprehensive, Scott waited for instruction. Finally, Joan spoke.

“My pet, you are an outstanding lover, but you may be an even better servant. Most men would have exploded inside of me, painting the insides of my pussy with his seed, but you held back. I am very proud of you for not cumming without my permission. You have learned a great deal and will be rewarded for your behavior. But for now, I need you back in your rightful place.”

Joan’s simple words placed Scott back in slave mode. At the side of her bed he kneeled in Nadu position, ass back on his knees, palms face up on his legs, back straight, and head bowed. Joan placed a ball gag in his mouth, blindfold on and then cuffed his left wrist, pulling it behind his back as Scott instinctively followed with the other so that she could secure him.

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Scott, now kneeling next to the island in the kitchen, heard Joan greet Dean at the front door. There was a prolonged kiss, giggle from Joan, and then a zipper, slurping sounds, and an immediate moan from Dean. As Joan sucked Dean’s cock, jealousy overtook Scott as he reminisced about driving in his truck, Joan bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking, slurping, relishing every inch of his cock, now her cock, a cock that she used for her own pleasure now; no longer sucking it, no longer swallowing his cum, no longer making him feel special. Scott was brought out of his daydream by the grunting of Dean as he no doubt was cumming down Joan’s throat. After an, AAAAHHHHHHHH from Dean, there was an awkward silence. Scott felt Joan’s hand on the back of his head removing the ball gag. Tilting Scott’s head back, she placed her lips on his and pinched his nose. When Scott opened his mouth, Joan released Dean’s cum into his mouth, unclenched his nose, and French kissed her slave.

“I thought you deserved a little treat, now swallow it all.”

Joan then led Dean over to Scott and placed the tip of Dean’s deflated cock at his lips.

“It is clean up time my dear. Clean up my fiancee, so that there is no remnant of cum around. Oh, and how do you like the reward you received for good behavior?” she said, giggling as she admired how she had taken such a womanizing young stud and transformed him into a subservient slave whose purpose was to serve her every whim.

As Scott’s head bobbed up and down on Dean’s cock, licking, slurping, and swallowing, Joan opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Scott meanwhile, although humiliated and debased again, had an ever present excitement that permeated his body. Still wondering what was in store for him this weekend, he dutifully licked Dean clean, not wanting to receive any type of discipline from his increasingly sadistic Mistress. Dean pulled his cock out, grabbing his glass of wine and Scott’s leash, leading Scott to the bedroom. Joan followed in turn and soon Dean and Joan were on the bed making love as the slave kneeled at the foot of the bed. Dean slowed his pace and then pulled out of Joan. Joan looked at him in a quizzical manner as Dean began to speak.

“Joan, I know tonight will help us answer many questions about keeping your slave or possibly finding a replacement. Since this is the case, then we need to make an informed decision.”

With that, Dean slid off the bed, pulled Scott’s blindfold off and led him by the leash on the bed and kneeling in front of Joan.

“WORSHIP,” was the only command and Scott began licking and lapping at Joan’s thoroughly used pussy, Joan holding him there with a short, taut leash. Meanwhile, Dean moved behind Scott on the bed, removed his anal plug, and inserted first one and then two lubed fingers into Scott’s asshole. Dread overtook Scott. His mind screamed CANTALOUPE! CANTALOUPE! CANTALOUPE!, yet his mouth did not move from Joan’s pussy. Merely anticipating the inevitable, Scott concentrated on pleasuring his Mistress, focused solely on the folds of her labia, her large clit, her smell, taste, and gyrations as a result of his tongue. Feeling a constant pressure on his rosebud, Scott relaxed his sphincter, then pushed out, relaxing again, as Dean’s cock head slipped past the barrier. Scott’s tongue froze at the intrusion, as his body stiffened, but Joan placed a hand on either side of Scott’s face, caressing his cheeks and looking intently into his eyes.