The seat was smooth leather and at first it offered little stimulation to my cunt and clit. Before long though, my tissues became more engorged and the plap plap plap against my sex became impossible to ignore.
There was a hiss of air behind me and I felt the rubber in my bottom expand a fraction. I should have been terrified. I ground my arse down against the leather faster, harder, it hissed and expanded again! I mewled in delight as my body rolled, fucked, danced my pleasure.
The window out to the water meant nothing at first, but then I pictured my father watching through the glass. I sucked the rubber, teased it with my tongue. I squeezed my cunt and arse tighter, fucked the widened cock with brazen enthusiasm. My eyes rolled back as I imagined him beaming at me in my new uniform the day he packed me off to Cranwell House. Had he sold me or not, it didn’t matter, how could I ever know for sure? But whether I’d been bought or stolen I was still nothing but a fuck pet for Miss Alice.
My mistress and her polite friends were taking tea mere yards away while I was sodomizing myself for her. Just so she could know my body was hers, whether she was present or not, hers to use in every way.
Though my roommate knew my secret, she too was subject to the same cruel mistress. I imagined Miss Alice needling Helens sexy mouth, imagined Helen screaming in protest, imagined Helen pouting with whores lips, bug eyed with shock as Miss Alice buggered her from behind. I came again, screaming, gargling on the water in my mouth.
The relentless pole in my arse grew yet again. Now I couldn’t fit the length inside me, couldn’t stimulate my clitoris on the saddle any more. It became less about my pleasure, and even more about submission. I fucked, slowly again, whimpered with each down stroke.
God my tits hurt. I’d never felt anything like it before, they were aching to the core. And deep inside I had bruises from Stella and Miss Alice. I turned my hips a touch and aimed the monster phallus for the spot Miss Alice had battered the first time she made me come. Hard hot bruises upon bruises, what kind of wanton filth could take pleasure in that? But I did. My body jerked and piss fountained down my legs.
I sobbed as the prick hissed and grew again. Oh, but the light was fading now. And I heard the gentle click of the door opening.
“A…haa…a…haaack!” I wailed as I came again, just at the thought of her watching me.
Gentle hands cupped my breasts, released the vacuum from my teats. I screamed as the blood began to flow back to my nipples. I felt her bite me hard on the shoulder, bringing me back from an edge I hadn’t seen. All I could do was gargle the wet cock in my mouth as she lovingly unfastened the straps of my chest harness and set it aside. Then the restraints, lifting the tool that had gagged me for hours.
“My beautiful precious thing, isn’t that better?”
“Oh, I can’t close my mouth, I can’t!”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter. Relax, pet.” She pushed down on my shoulders until the huge intruder sank into my loosened hole all the way.
All I did was grunt in surprise. It hurt, but still the achievement gave me such a rush I didn’t care. She held me against her like a floppy doll, released some switch and the thing deflated, leaving me gaped. A rush of lubricant ran out of me, I hoped that’s all it was.
I shivered, as she guided me off the machine onto my hands and knees. I looked at my swollen purple teats and sobbed. She began walking and I followed. There was a rubber sheet laid out on her bed, and my mind broke momentarily. How was it not over? What more could I give?
I crawled up as soon as I regained mastery of my limbs.
“Hush now, pet. Let’s have you face up, legs open.”
She sat on the chair by the bed until there was a gentle knock.
“Enter,” she called.
Two women came in with jugs of hot water to fill the night stand. I recognised Helen and one other girl who’s name almost escaped me. Mimi? I hardly knew her at all. Helen barely glanced at my face. The other girl almost spilled her water.
Between them they scrubbed every part of me clean, then lathered my body with musk scented cream. That was hard. I could understand why Helen blanked me, but it reinforced my position. In truth I was alone in this place, entirely under the power of my Mistress. The women dried me down with soft cotton towels, and removed the waterproof sheet.
“Will that be all milady? Helen asked brightly.
“Leave us,” Miss Alice said.
I stared across the room at her. My bottom still felt awfully strange, I could almost feel it pouting in disapproval at being neglected so long.
“I hope you’re not too exhausted for me?” She chided. She lifted her foot, offering it to me without shoes or stockings.
I hurried over to her as quickly as I could and kissed her delicate foot. She was smiling, so happy, it made no sense at all to me, it nearly broke the spell. Yes, this play was a pleasant distraction but what of her son, her husband and his bloody shameless mistress?
Licking and sucking her toes made my Mistress moan with pleasure. “Oh, pet, are you ready for this? I hope you are, truly, for the sake of my dress and the carpet, come, up here, make ready your mouth, I will use you.”
So I knelt, sealed my swollen lips to her cunt, and suckled. She gently flooded my mouth, stroked my brow as I swallowed all, then again, her control flawless, the bitter heat came again. My eyes watered but I gulped and suckled, she sighed content, eyes on mine the whole time.
I gasped after it was done, the sting on my lips and the burning at the back of my throat were awful but the scent… and the truth that I was nothing but a receptacle for her lust, her filth, her sweetness, it had me reeling.
“Thank you Miss Alice,” I murmured, blushing.
“What a relief,” she sighed. “You know, Piglet will be gone for a good few days.” She leaned forward and whispered to me, “I have a smile in my heart again. Do you know why, my innocent little pet?”
I shook my head.
“Because I have a plan. A plan to settle my vengeance and a plan to provide a new heir.”
She stroked my painful lower lip and I winced, but opened my lips further in offering.
“Wait until you see her, pet. She is fair, witty, passionate, young… I cannot compete with such a creature, but that’s enough said. I won’t spoil it for you my dear.”
She kissed my mouth, roughly without a shred of feminine gentleness. Then she set a rubber ring between my teeth to keep my mouth wide open and smeared the oily salve all over my wounded lips again. She cuffed my hands together, and fastened them to the head of the bed. No Stella to remember to free my jaw or my shoulders before they were damaged. Only my Mistress.
My oiled, puffy and wide open mouth felt like… well it felt like a sexual organ only. No longer good for speaking or eating, just a wet hole in my face. And where a week ago the thought of that would have had me weeping, now it made my heart race, it quickened my breath.
She positioned me on my back to start with, knees open as before. Ooh, something sharp entered me! Something cold and metal, and it clicked as she propped it open. I closed my eyes, and slowed my breathing. My sex gaped wide open, held fast by the device. A cold slender rod found its true tiny mark, entered me, gliding in, until I felt a little bit of a give inside me where nothing had ever been before.
I grunted, anxious, briefly closed my legs, but Miss Alice stroked my calf until I opened up again.
“Lovely. I have always wanted to do that. Ever since I spied that little hole, I’ve had designs on it. Keep still now. It’s a delicate spot. Is it good?”
Good? It was perfect. She barely moved her hand at all, and the rod she used was so slender, but I sweated as though I had a bull rutting me. Maybe it was the battering I’d already taken, but it felt amazing. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t even dare thrust my hips lest I did myself a dreadful injury.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I cooed in time as she fucked my… my… piss hole! I wondered if a man could take it the same way right up his shaft, and it made me moan my desire aloud. I sounded like an animal. Dear God, I was nothing but an animal.
“Enough now pet, don’t let yourself get too excited.” She pushed the rod firmly, all the way in, then fastened it somehow so it would stay put. “I have a physician friend who gets very excited in all our correspondences. He’s often quite frank about what’s possible with the human body, but… well.”
She fingered my raw nipples playfully and I winced. “I’m going to lock the door tonight. I’m not going to open it for anything or anyone. We shall have champagne,” she tickled the uretheral plug and my gaping cunt, “and strawberries.” Her mouth enveloped my aching teat and though the heat of her tongue was soothing, the suck, suck, against her teeth made me mewl in protest. I pressed my fingernails into my palms and thrust my tits out proud. If it hurt, it was for her pleasure, and could not be denied.
Champagne and strawberries were enough to keep her amused until bedtime, which, if you include the time I spent on the horse was the longest single stretch I ever worked while in her service. I loved the use she made of my face, and my bound mouth that evening. She made a slobbering cunt of my mouth.
When she was ready to sleep, she oiled up her left hand as far as the wrist. She turned me onto my side with my knees up and then when I was ready, she worked her hand up into my pussy. She reached up briefly and offered her other hand to my mouth. I was too far gone by then, a quivering mess. I kissed her fingertips sloppily as her other hand firmly fisted my body.
I slept fitfully, only minutes at a time my body had no rest at all. My poor body grew used to the stretch in it, but my piss hole grew more sensitive by the hour. It was completely blocked, and my bladder was screaming full. It felt very strange indeed. With my mouth held open my tongue felt enormous and my thirst multiplied as the night went on. Miss Alice slept well indeed. She naturally opened and closed her left hand as the urge took her, which felt like nothing less than having my insides reordered.
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