Unruly Girl in Chapter 3
"Wow, that feels amazing!" Jake exclaimed joyfully as I licked his clean anus according to his Mistress's instructions.
My Daddy sat next to me on the bed in the hotel room, not caring about Jake's pleasure but instead becoming aroused by my obedience. Tonight, his role was delegated to our friend Cat, a natural dominatrix, who commanded her submissive, Jake, to inflict pain on me, saving her own energy. As a switch, I've often joined Cat in dominating her submissive, Jake, by whipping and hurting him. However, tonight was the first time I was the one receiving their dominance.
Jake was completely thrilled with the situation. Before the pleasurable rimming, he'd witnessed me behaving rebelliously and being forcibly held back. Subsequently, he'd had the privilege of spanking me, with Cat making it clear that a rebellious girl was at the bottom of tonight's social hierarchy. He'd also practiced whipping me with a crop, under the guidance of his Mistress, seen me standing naked in the window, and now he was receiving his reward for being an exceptional submissive.
In comparison, my submission was difficult. Although I'd forced my mind to follow orders - pain is a very powerful motivator for that - submitting to Cat was a struggle.
I knew what Daddy wanted. I've always strived to make him happy. Tonight, Daddy, in his Dominant mode, had given me to Mistress. She wasn't my friend tonight, someone to laugh with and scheme about tormenting Jake. Instead, she and Daddy had coordinated. I had to obey.
Daddy hoped that I would not only follow orders but also submit to Mistress because he wanted me to. While there's a significant difference between doing something to avoid punishment and doing something because someone wants you to and you want to please them, I often reach the latter stage easily with Daddy. But not tonight.
Could I truly submit to Cat, doing anything she wanted for her own pleasure? I was unsure. However, I wanted to make Daddy proud and bring joy to him, which would achieve the same objective.
I shuddered, thinking about the cropped marks on my bottom that were turning purple and the raised welts making it look like one giant bruise. My bottom felt sensitive, and despite the pain, I yearned for penetration. When Daddy had filled me with an inflatable toy, it was excruciating. Now, the ring around my anus tingled, begging for attention.
But I couldn't fulfil that craving just yet. I had to reward Jake, as Cat instructed me. I wasn't disgusted at the thought of kissing his buttocks - Jake was attractive and had the cleanest anus I'd ever encountered - but I wouldn't have chosen to kiss his anus.
Instead, I relished the sensation of him moving about my face. I thought I might become a convert. I continued licking with more fervor.
"Better," Cat said approvingly. "Keep in mind, Sarah, you're simply a naughty girl for us all to enjoy. Your Daddy is generous with you, and I expect you to serve me well, too."
I aimed to do so. I looked over at Daddy, admiring the kindness in his dark brown eyes. He stroked his beard, then went back to resting his hands in his lap, gently caressing himself.
"Ah..." Jake moaned. He was still wearing his metal cock cage, restraining any signs of arousal. He could attain an erection, but then needed distraction to avoid severe discomfort. Penetration, stimulating his prostate, was still pleasurable, while playing with his balls resulted in what he called a 'ruined orgasm'; a painful, unpleasant experience with little pleasure.
I gave him another kiss and sought out Cat's command.
"Squeeze his testicles as well," she whispered, delighted and grinning at me.
I recognized the process. I happily stroked the soft skin beneath Jake's cock and then moved to his scrotum, pinching and pulling the various wrinkles of loose skin. He purred despite the knowledge of what would happen.
Rather than nothing happening, it's more accurate to say something would happen, but not necessarily enjoyable for him. He wouldn't enjoy coming, but he might, whether he liked it or not. I fingered his behind with one hand, a thumb pressing below his balls, and rubbed hard. The little brass padlock was enjoyable to play with and press against his skin, holding his dick down with the holding ring. His lovely plums were exposed, hairless, presented, and made to seem bigger because of the ring surrounding their base.
I squeezed. Then, as my hand was small, I gripped one ball at a time, fingers pressing on it and rolling it around my palm.
"Aah, man..." Jake moved his butt, urging me to enter. However, I didn't have authorization, so I didn't.
His hips rose off the bed, I could see his cock pushing hard against the metal bars of his cock cage. Certainly, he'd want relief. Would pinching his balls make him achieve this? I closed my hand tighter and went back to licking his anus, where the wrinkled skin was pulsating, moving as Jake desperately clenched his anus in and out. He curved his back slightly.
"Stop there."
I sat up, shocked. Jake moaned. He humped the blanket, all sense of dignity was gone.
"Poor darling." Cat ran her fingers through Jake's hair - something he'd never permit when he wasn't submissive! "I know, I'm such a cruel Mistress..."
She didn't address him for a response. He bit the blanket in his effort not to.
"Your turn, a good girl. Come here." I stood in front of her. In her spiked heels, fully dressed, she appeared menacingly tall. Usually, she's merely a few inches taller.
Normalcy, she's usually not my Mistress...
She embraced me. "There. You were good for me, weren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress." Although the words were gentle, I felt more self-assured they were truthful. Could I submit to her whims?
"Yes, you were! A good toy for me. Look, are you going to be my toy now?"
I was enveloped in her arms. She smelled delightful. One hand of hers explored my sore bottom. She'd asked me to endure that. It felt wonderful.
"Um-hm," I managed.
"Oh, I want more than that!" She removed her hand from my bottom and touched my pussy with her fingers. And then squeezed my nipple with a free hand. This emphasized how I was effectively naked. For Mistress.
"You want to be my fun toy, don't you?" She pinched my nipple harder. Daddy or Jake would have told her I was a slutty girl for having my nipples tormenting me. 'Gushing', Daddy had often stated, with approval. I could feel myself becoming wet now.
"Yes, Mistress!" I gasped. "I'm your fun toy." I comprehended her intentions. "Use me as you desire, Mistress!"
"Good little girl." She kissed me on the lips. Her fingers left my vagina and wiped them on my nipples. I writhed contentedly.
More desirable was discovering Daddy's approving look.
"I like my playthings struggling and wanting. Look at him!" Jake still lay on the bed, feverishly humping the mattress, all dignity long gone.
"Let's make you writhe too. Perhaps not a window display, this time... Aha, you'd both look fantastic on a podium for all to admire." She searched in the wardrobe. "Like those dancing sunflowers and executive toys they used to have, only life-sized." Cat laughed. "In fact, I'm an executive, and you're my toys!"
She eyed me. I had placed my arms behind my head, in the correct submissive position. Daddy favors this pose. It makes my breasts stick out.
"What should I use to make you writhe suitably?" The solution most popular with Daddy was always ice. He'd regularly threatened to lead me, nude, on a leash down the corridor to an ice machine. Thankfully, the few hotels in England which had had American-style ice dumpsters had removed them in 2020 for 'sanitary reasons', and never replaced them.
"Nipple clamps!" Oh good. Daddy's second preference, but way more suitable for me. Cat took out a solid version with screws and black rubber-coated jaws. Perfect. She smiled down at me as she adjusted them to suit. "Content?"
"Yes, Mistress!" I was. I adored the intense ache that clamps created.
"Ah, great!" She ran her fingers across my arm. "You're rather gorgeous."
"Many thanks, Ma'am."
She led me by the chain to the middle of the area we'd cleared in the room. Daddy moved to sit on the bed, ensuring he could view me. Jake, having surpassed his lack of orgasm, was kneeling correctly at the foot of the bed, also observing events. My chest was slapped by her hand, causing my breasts to jiggle and the chain to tighten. I inhaled deeply, making sure not to make any noise.
Ma'am then grasped both of my large, plump breasts, with the clamps between her fingers, and shook them back and forth.
"Holy smokes!" I couldn't contain my moan.
She released her grip, and grinned. "Quite amusing! But did you find that pleasurable? Keep it down, now!"
She inserted a finger gently around my pussy lips and into my vagina, while keeping her gaze locked onto my eyes. "Ahhhh. You're a bit damp, aren't you?"
A confirmation was expected. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Rumor has it you like clamps?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Cat tossed something from the wardrobe to Jake. "Laddie, place these in the new accessory, will you?"
I knew Cat was not particularly interested in women. The occasional kiss and tender touch were enough for her. Additionally, she wouldn't want to intimately examine my lady parts if she could avoid it. But, if there was somebody else present, such as Jake, she would prefer that person handle it.
Three little clamps on my outer labia. Sort of like a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger. They were all connected with a chain, like an intimidating, six-legged creature.
"Nicely done." I was embarrassed. "Where is the menu?"
I seriously doubted I'd be presented to a stranger at the door, but in my heightened state of arousal, I'd readily accept whatever was thrown at me.
Cat let out a sigh. "In the interim, darling, head back to kneeling, legs apart. Copy what my boy has done."
With caution, I knelt down, mindful not to tug on any of my crotch hardware. I placed my hands onto my thighs, similar to the position Jake had taken. Although, in order to maintain my legs widely apart, I still presented a wanton picture of myself.
"Smashing. We'll find out if Duncan likes receiving oral attention."
I did, but was concerned about the specific nature of it. "Um... Whatever you desire, Ma'am?"
She keeps a delightful grin on her face. "What a smart reply! Unfortunately, you're going to have to learn to say 'As you will it, Ma'am' if you want to please me. Here's lucky - I've got a hefty chain."
The thought of a chain made my eyes widen in fear.
"And a shorter one. Mayhaps the latter would be more suitable. Boy, secure the smaller chain around all of her links, if you please."
Jake did. It meant all the chains on my lady bits tautened. Oh, the frustration as I craved to be fucked! The sensations dramatized the emptiness of my vagina.
And my rear end, by the way. And my mouth.
So eager to please, but merely used.
Jake stroked my excited clit, catching me off guard with a suppressible laugh. Perhaps I was not quite wasted...
"Right, where did that room service go?"
I very much doubted they'd offer me to a random passer-by, but in my heightened state of sexual desire, I was prepared to accept any manhandling.
Cat huffed. "In the interim, love, get back to your knees, and demonstrate how well you perform blow jobs. Jacob, give attention and heed its lessons!"
I was aware that Jake detested sucking dick. However, as he cherished receiving it up the rear, Cat sometimes forced him to return the favor. Mostly, she'd peg him or have him play with himself with a large toy. But if it wasn't just traditional intercourse? Those were the scenarios.
Slowly and cautiously, I crawled across the plush carpet to between Daddy's shoes. Once in place, Daddy undid his belt for me.
And his trousers. And adjusted his underwear so his hard-on was exposed, nearly hitting my face.
He held a big, dark dick with a lot of hair all around it. The dark hue and the hair made it appear even larger than it truly was.
I heard Jake's muffled "Holy shit!" Right, perhaps we should reassure Jake that I, Duncan, had no intentions of performing any sex acts on men - something he wouldn't consider under any circumstances. But it was so delightful to tease him by making him believe that one day, he might be forced to suck me off or be fucked by me. However, we'd determined that we'd keep him guessing in his own time.
In the meantime, I had a task to fulfill. Give my dad a sensual blowjob like a true pro. I reluctantly pushed aside any annoying thoughts, dropped my face towards my dad's cock, and wrapped my hands around his thick member. It took some effort. This activity naturally highlighted the stark difference in our body sizes.
I carefully guided his cock into my open mouth, feeling my jaw muscles strain as always. Giving my dad head emphasized my petite frame in contrast to his larger physique. I deliberately brushed my lips against his inviting foreskin, then lowered my head as far as I could, leaving a small gap for him to enter my mouth.
I didn't manage to go all the way - leaving room for his thrusts was necessary. The practice of putting clamps on my nipples momentarily warmed up my throat. My vagina burned intensely, I yearned for him to release me from this overwhelming arousal.
My dad seemed nearly ecstatic from my efforts to satisfy him, yet the stinging sensation in my nipples and the uncomfortable throbbing within my pussy made concentration difficult. My arms were seized by my dad's friend, who could not resist joining in on the fun. He forced a wet finger into my backside.
Was this the work of Mistress? Perhaps. But she commanded this service from him on my behalf. His consideration softened the blow.
I focused on sucking as hard as I could, proving myself to both my dad and his friend.
My dad cried out in ecstasy, essentially an order for me to swallow as much of his semen as possible. Out of respect, I attempted to suck out every last drop, sparing my hands to catch the excess.
I had given a more than satisfactory performance. My dad lifted my chin and bestowed a kiss on my forehead, presenting his cock to theside.
"Come kneel next to J... the other slut," My father instructed me.
Mistress's friend would likely feel a bit embarrassed by his friend describing him as a slut. However, knowing it was true would ignite a mutual interest. Jake and I had behaved similarly in some ways.
I scurried back to my spot. The clamps would soon need my attention, despite the agonizing sensation of the blood returning to my breasts. I relaxed when Cat checked her watch.
"We'll have to take those off soon." She warned, "Those get worse when blood starts flowing back to the area."
I anticipated experiencing unimaginable pain, but there would be no one to rub my breasts for relief.
"Does anyone plan to help me through it?" I inquired, cautious about speaking so forwardly.
"What kind of person do you think I am? Would you prefer I left you to suffer?" Cat asked, suddenly infuriated.
I couldn't say no under those circumstances. Even without my dad's support, she had pushed me to the brink.
"Yes, Mistress," I responded.
My hands were guided to the back of my head. I carefully positioned myself on the edge of the bed. Cat teased me by lightly pressing her toes on my breasts.
"We're going to torture your nipples now."
I tried not to utter "nope", but despite clear instructions, I couldn't shake the dread from my eyes.
The swiping on my nipple chain ceased, leaving one nipple partially free. The momentary respite was heavenly; except that my breasts screamed in pain.
Covering my mouth with the heel of my hand, I managed to stifle a scream, but a tear cascaded down my cheek.
"Good job!" Cat exclaimed, "One more to go!"
I assumed I wouldn't be permitted to express any disapproval.
I tensed up, feeling so light, yet so burnt. As I closed my eyes and began to varnish them, I remembered why I endeavored to please her.
She shed her boots, and crouched before me, placing one of them on my lap, presumably an ironic gesture indicative of an animal's intentions. "How could I resist when you look so anxious and want this so much?" she asked rhetorically.
She stared at my clamped breasts, then yanked the chain away from my body, causing the most agonizing pain imaginable. I buried my hands into my hair, while sniffling due to the pain and tears.
My eyes opened in recognition. "Mistress, you are incredible," I adored her.
This was not painful, but pleasing. I eagerly prepared to submit to her will for eternity. Her kindness and generosity radiated, and her presence carried an inexplicable aura. While my body felt a sharp apprehension, my heart filled with love and gratitude.
"Girl!" She grabbed one warm flannel from Jake, then the other, and placed them on my hurting bosoms. They were soothing. I relaxed. This was so erotic.
I realized I was bouncing on the bed. But it wasn't the sensation I had anticipated between my legs. Oh yes, more clamps and more weight...
"Stand up," the Mistress ordered. "The two of you, hold her arms." No more comforting warmth on my nipples. No escape. She grabbed the main chain of the labial clamp, with the six hanging chains. And pulled.
"Aah... Ouch!" Silence was impossible.
Just as I thought I'd have the flaps hanging down forever, one of the rubber claws detached, followed by the others. Now I was left with just painful chambers that craved attention. "Please..." I hopped from one foot to the other to help things along. My breasts moved up and down because Daddy and Jake held my arms.
"Aw. Poor little one," the Mistress told me. "You look beautiful in that state. Your pussy is all red and begging for it. Kind of appropriate for a desperate little whore like you, don't you think?"
I said nothing.
"Mm? Answer me, toy. Are you a desperate little whore, needing your holes filled?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"What are you?"
I fought any thoughts of saying 'I know I am, but what are you' - Duncan might make a snarky remark like that one day - I concentrated on the present. I told the truth.
"I'm a desperate little whore, Mistress, who really wants her holes filled."
As I said these words, I imagined being fucked. Or getting a dildo to fuck myself with. Daddy might stick me again and make me sit on his cock. I supposed he could be hard again by now...
"Aren't you just. Well, never let it be said I'm not kind. How are you doing with that toy?"
"Here you go," Duncan said. I realized what he had in his hands. A long, very thin anal plug, inside a well-lubed condom.
"Take a drink." I drank the entire cup of water the Mistress held to my lips. "On all fours on the bed, toy." I crawled to obey. Her slaps on my welt-covered butt made sure of that! "Shoulders down, arse up! Good. Now, you're such a butt whore, this should be easy. What are you, filthy girl?"
"I'm a filthy butt whore," I repeated. It was a relief to acknowledge it, honestly.
The slippery rubber plug was inserted in my butt. Then the Mistress and Daddy - and, possibly, Jake - began pushing pieces of crushed ice into it, forcing it down with the plug. It didn't take long before I was writhing in response to the cold. It wasn't painful like the inflatable plug, but the almost numbing cold, with only the rubber shielding my delicate anal flesh, was purgatory for me.
I experienced pressure. "There we go, all tied like a balloon on a string," the Mistress said with satisfaction. "There, toy! You have a filled bottom again."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said robotically.
She came to speak in my ear. "I know, you find cold and ice difficult. Just remember,I find it really, really hot!"
Oh god, not more puns...
"Right. Turn over."
I lay on my back, anxious. What next?
Another lubricated condom. And a mound of crushed ice poured into my pussy, inside it. Some firm, large ice cubes were pushed into the center, making it hard. And cold. It wasn't as cold or hard as the ice dildos Daddy made me take before, but this mass was larger. The Mistress pushed in another ice cube, followed by another.
"Please, Mistress!"
"It's just water filling you up. Just because you wanted a hot fucking, you can't complain. Discipline is what you need, slut girl. We'll control you because you can't control yourself. What did you say you were?"
"A filthy little butt whore, Mistress."
"Exactly. Anyway, you're about as full as you need to be." She tied off that condom too. It was essentially like fucking a water balloon: awkward, cold, and pointless. Except it was what the Mistress desired. And that was reason enough.
"Now, stand up carefully. Don't lose either of those!"
I squeezed all my pelvic and butt muscles, hoping the melting ice would remain in place.
"We'll give you a little help. Here's your dirty panties." She held them to Jake's nose, for him to smell. "Are they wet and filthy from this slut?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress! This little whore must have been so wet! Such a slut, getting her panties damp so quickly!"
Jake would experience suffering whenever I topped him. If I ever did so. My role was to serve the Mistress. I tried to tighten the muscles in my butt to keep the heavy, melting ice in place.
The dominatrix instructed me to put on the stained white panties again, and she guided me in adjusting them. "Be still, I don't want the scissors to hurt you!" she exclaimed before reaching for a pair of scissors. I felt a sharp prick near my anus. Next, she asked Jake to chew an ice cube until it was wet and round.
I wasn't shocked when she pushed the ice cube through my panty leg, onto my clit.
"Stand still, my pet." She rubbed her palm on my pussy, causing water to drip on my inflamed labia. It was slightly soothing, at least in terms of the friction.
I sensed the icy coldness behind my panties, and gripped it. I shivered, noticing a drop of liquid.
"Are you urinating yourself, little girl?" asked Daddy.
"No, it's just water from the ice," clarified the dominatrix. "It'll all evaporate fine. Now, my pet, your nipples must be swollen too, no?"
"Yes, Mistress." My obedience did not lessen my unpleasant anticipation.
Mistress passed me an ice bucket filled with ice. "I want you to hold ice cubes to your nipples, washing your breasts with them. Proceed."
I inclined my head in acceptance, the ice cube that had melted causing a cold stream to run along the leg of my panties, leaving more bruises behind.
I held an ice cube against my left nipple.
"Ow!" I involuntarily bent over. I couldn't withstand its intensity.
"Stand up straight, my pet." I had to readjust the slushy ice at my groin area.
She was proud. I circulated the ice gently around my right breast, making sure to cover its nipple.
"And do it more thoroughly. Round the actual nipple, please." My face contorted in discomfort.
"I can't stand cold," I struggled to convey. Daddy had mentioned this to Mistress.
"Give me your bra back." She fastened it around me without concerning herself with the straps. She clipped my wrists against my collar once more.
"You know you won't like this, but I do. That sets things straight doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, not out of annoyance but out of submission.
"Get ready for this then," she commanded. The sensation of cold enveloping my tit was unbearable.
"It's melting!" I squealed as I felt my nipple. "It can't be melted this much!"
As the seconds passed, the ice caused an extreme chill. I attempted to release a skillful suck on the ice, but to no avail. Several moments later, she took the cup of ice from me and filled it with frozen water.
"And these will stay until this ice melts in your mouth and I don't want to hear you munching on it," she said. I whimpered. My legs were hearing heavenly drops falling on them. I loathed holding a huge ice cube in my mouth. I felt awful. But as time passed, I had to admit its annoying pleasure felt nice on my throbbing inner thighs.
I moved the ice in my mouth as quickly as possible, frantically slurping the freezing water from my tongue.
The cold sensation overwhelmed me. The shiver broke my posture. My breasts had gone numb from the icy ice lump in my mouth. I was unsure how much more of this I could endure.
I locked eyes with Mistress. I silently begged for mercy. She approached me, tenderly stroking my hair and face. "Poor child, so cold. But the thing is, my delightful toy, that you're assisting me in my enjoyment. Do you comprehend?"
I nodded. I couldn't handle enduring this frosty feeling. Yet, I wanted Sweet Mistress to be satisfied, so I continued manipulating the ice in my mouth.
She came before me, showering me with her warm embrace. Harvesting tenderness, she caressed my buttocks, healing my welts and bruises.
She inquired about my pussy's status. A moist and cold ice lump hid in my panties, feeling heavier with time. I shrugged, unable to talk due to the ice in my mouth.
Your tits...oh, she grasped 'em as well. A chilly stream washed over my chest. It was teasing, yet it felt good. "Aha, your nipples have left the water now." Her fingertips stroked the forefront of my bra, brushing against them. "They do appear adorable. I'd adore to see you in a wet T-shirt competition, you know."
"Mm."
"Your maw still full? But I didn't suppose it'd last that long. Take a chomp, love."
I took a hefty bite. The lump shattered, and I gobbled down a number of shards, some being larger than anticipated, causing me to cough.
She took out my bra, flipping it towards Jake. He hung it up to dry, before returning to his kneeling position. Just as a perfect valet, silent and anticipatory of his master's every need. I couldn't help but think whether Jeeves might've had tattoos concealed under his impeccably-ironed shirts or perhaps a similar secret in his pants. Prince Albert piercings were popular in the 20s, weren't they?
"And you don't have a need for these knickers anymore!" Cat tossed them to Jake, along with the one bag of ice water, the one with a snipped hole near-empty. "Distribute those."
I spun around, my hands still bound to my chain. My socks were drenched too. At least my groin was slowly regaining its temperature. But everyone in the room could see it.
"Oh, how precious you are!" She enfolded me in another embrace. "Enduring things you dislike simply because I desire it. And Daddy wants it, too."
Duncan faced the danger of being overrun by the large comfy armchair. People in position of such seats often dozed off. He even slept through films we streamed together. I had learned to puncture him regularly - and reprimand suitably. However, tonight, he was keeping his eyes open, supporting his eyelids with his right hand, likely due to him keeping one hand down his pants, watching me endure whatever Cat wanted. He offered me a smile I adored, along with a wave.
"Correct," Mistress carried on. "You're being submissive in an admirable manner, girl."
I squirmed, knowing I was still grumbling about Mistress in my mind, and not the caliber of Jake's perfect assistance. I glanced over at him, stripped and kneeling, conforming efficiently.
"Ah, don't compare yourself to him!" She rolled her eyes. "For starters, he's my husband! I've known him - it's been nearly a decade now! I hold him to high standards. Proper standards. But submission comes easily to him, almost without effort. He could never be a dom, do you follow?" She winked. "Service duty, serving under my orders - well, he fulfilled them perfectly, didn't he?" She blew him a kiss. He responded with one of his own. "You're different. You don't easily submit to anyone, so you're special when you do. Like now. Soon, darling, you'll receive your rewards. Will you be thrilled about that?"
I inferred that my reward would be contemptible, infuriating, but ultimately rewarding. "Instruction: The mistress orders."
She giggled. "As long as you're following all my instructions, you can curse me in your thoughts as much as you like!" She appealed to my ear whisperingly. "It's downright arousing, you know, knowing how uneasily you're complying!"
Taking a moment to digest that and appear anxious, Ms. Cat then continued cheerily, "As for that subject... Have another draught." She signaled for me to approach. She led me to the sizeable bed, its pristine sheets crumpled from previous use. I lay next to her as instructed.
I was stunned when she pulled me into a tremendous kiss, her entire body resting against mine. I couldn't deny it was reviving me, given I had occasional lesbian experiences, namely with Daddy watching. So, willingly, I participated in the kiss, admiring her succulent lips and firm tongue.
Jake and Duncan seemed pleased, too, as I observed Jake twisting his head far enough to witness our embrace. I wouldn't have surmised that Cat would be into women.
She realized my amazement. "I'm into enjoying my playthings. Like Jacob or other individuals I top or render submissive. Most often, they're men, as you've seen. But some are women. Regardless, it remains the same: I rule and you submit. Meaning nothing but I'm doing what I desire with you, without your control." She emphasized her point. "Understood?" [End of Paraphrasing here]
I understand the situation, she was my friend, and I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship with her. However, I enjoyed the occasional intimate gaming nights. I wondered if I could treat Duncan the same way when he was submissive to me. Although, I suspected a man might be one step too much for him even, including Jake. Duncan's submission was more personal, it never left our home, not even for club events. I've shared with Cat and Jake that Duncan bows to me, but I held back from disclosing the details.
Even if Cat was fully clothed, she was still affectionate. I tried to kiss her once more.
"No way!I decide when you get kissed!" She gently tapped my nose, scolding me like a puppy, then gave me a peck on the lips again.
She also touched me all over, intentionally and possessively. I enjoyed every spark of pain from the clamps, heightening the erotic interlude. I purred, demonstrating my pleasure. Her warm, delicate body, in her dress, fit perfectly against mine. I adored Mistress.
"Take a peek, you'll see the rewards for being a good toy. There's more fun for you later." She shifted her focus down to my pussy, warming it up perfectly. My desire escalated, but I was at Mistress's mercy as to whether I would be filled. I trusted her judgment now. She started to caress my lower lips, which were already sensitive from the clamps, and then she pressed down on my bladder.
"Uh - no... please... it's not proper to... I'm sorry, Mistress."
She didn't stop. She just shrugged. "Peeing's natural. I'm not going to stop you. Do what you have to do. But remember, it's something you can't do on your own at home, like use the bathroom. It's a privilege to have access to one."
Terrified that I might ruin the hotel bed, or be forced to use a potty, I backed away nervously.
"My god, no..."
Mistress glanced at me thoughtfully. "Oh, you need to urinate? Or is this too challenging for you?" She guided me towards the bathroom. Daddy had silently joined us. He squeezed my hand.
"There you go, toy. You kneel over his mouth, there, and urinate as much as you need. You can do it." She seemed to have thought of the ideal solution. In reality, it was both better and worse.
"No, no, please..."
Mistress focused on my eyes. "Are you trying to resist or just thinking it'll be hard?" It made me chuckle. I could sense Jake's smile, hidden under my lower region. "My little submissive will be so proud of me," she said, guiding me towards the bathroom.
We entered, and stood on either side of Jake's exposed legs. He'd laid out a white bathmat and used it as a pillow.
"Go a little closer, boy," Mistress instructed. "This toy needs space for her feet." He moved towards us, noticing the lack of space. I realized what's going on.
"No, please..."
Mistress took my hand in hers, looking me in the eyes. "This won't be easy for you, darling. But it'll make both me and your daddy say with pride." She led me, unresisting, to the bathroom. We stood beside Jake's legs, watching him patiently. Daddy had positioned himself behind me, rested his hand on mine.
"Sit here, toy. You need room for your feet." Her calmness was calming me down. I felt him page through her mind for the right words. "This toy needs room for her feet." She repeated her command forcefully.
I found my knees on the floor, straddling his face. I'd never purposefully peed on someone before!
I let myself lower slowly. His tongue slipped inside me, attempting to approach me. He found my clit, and began tenderly massaging it. The sensation made me feel good, but also struggled with my need to use the bathroom.
"Come on," Mistress whispered, using her best interviewer's voice. "Just do your business." My joy made me smile. I detected another smile emanating from Jake's mouth. "You're so promiscuous, with no underwear on. So exposed. What have you even got to hide?"
I gradually let go, letting my urine flow onto Jake's face. I was now sitting in a puddle, just a warm puddle that rubbed against me.
Apparently, some liquid must have made its way into him. Mostly, it ended up on the towel, the floor, and trickling down my white knee socks. I felt like a young girl who had wet herself.
I opened my eyes and looked up, fearfully. Both Master and Mistress leaned against the doorframe, smiling contentedly at my bright red blushes. "Good job," Mistress said. "Obeying your Mistress quickly and efficiently," she continued. "Stand up," she added. "And you, my obedient boy," addressed Master.
"Thank you, Mistress," Jake humbly nodded his head. He wiped my urine off his checks and neck with the side of his hand. I just stared at Mistress, hoping my submissive emotions showed on my face. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, so I figured I'd passed.
"Go now, shower and dry yourselves off then return," Mistress instructed. She observed me remove my shoes, socks, and that annoying skirt. "You might find submission brings benefits!" She chuckled. "You know it does. That's why you do it. Go on, get yourselves clean, and then I look forward to having two stunning naked playthings to entertain me."
I felt helpless, alone in the small bathroom with only Jake by my side. But he was my partner in all of this. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to hug me, assisting me into the bathtub with him. Jake washed himself, then brushed his teeth while I showered.
"Is everything alright?" I inquired.
"Absolutely fine, sweetie," he reassured me with a lascivious grin. It was simply part of our typical routine for him. He helped dry me, rubbing gently over my breasts, and the red streaks on my bottom, his smile broadening as he stroked each mark.
I checked my hair, tidying up my pigtails. It was astounding how easily I fit into my new lifestyle, indeed. Within five minutes, we were both kneeling in front of our Mistress and my Daddy once more.
The picture-perfect image of two devoted submissives. I was, ultimately, feeling as submissive as expected.
What could possibly happen next? Was I sufficiently punished?
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