Master and nipple rings | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 5

For nine consecutive days, Maxine and Melissa were subjected to increasingly rigorous slave training, their bodies and minds becoming conditioned to nudity and the unquestioning obedience demanded of them.

Each morning, in the tiny cell they shared, Siteki or Dawnelle unlocked the chains which linked their collars to an iron ring beneath their beds and watched closely as the two slaves went to their knees and displayed their bodies in submission.

The slightest hesitation or imperfection in their obedience brought instant retribution from the whips the Masters always carried and both Maxine and Melissa learned fast.

The same applied when they were fed, their initial humiliation at finding themselves ordered to their knees and expected to take the food from a Master’s hand, quickly overcome by the twin incentives of hunger and ruthless discipline.

After breakfast, the day’s training began in earnest and as they stretched and arched their bodies into the shamefully sensual poses of the standing, kneeling and prone Display, the Submission and the Punishment positions, their Masters’ whips flicked and bit at their naked flesh, correcting their errors, enforcing their obedience time and again until they achieved the level of perfection required.

And sometimes, even when their sweating bodies ached from their efforts, one or the other, or both, would scream and writhe helplessly as they were bound and whipped for no apparent reason, the punishment undeserved but none the less painful for being unexpected.

But the Masters’ discipline was not always so unwelcome, for Maxine and Melissa were being trained to submit as sex-slaves...

At much more frequent intervals, their displayed bodies became the playthings of their Masters, their breasts and sexes the target of merciless arousal, carefully and callously designed to annihilate any vestige of resistance they might still retain and create sexual havoc in their bodies.

That it was working, there could be no doubt, for the slaves’ responses grew more and more immediate, more and more intense, their sensitised bodies leaping to the merest touch of a Master’s hand or whip, their enforced passions simmering always just beneath the surface of their smooth flesh, ready to ignite into a frenzy of need.

A need which was never fully satisfied and which became Maxine and Melissa’s constant companion as Siteki adamantly refused to take them, despite their increasingly desperate pleas.

It was an intensely humiliating and frustrating experience for the two slaves, who knew all too well that he fully intended to have them, but at a time and place of his choosing, not theirs.

Only when he decided would they be permitted to serve him fully and the knowledge of his absolute Mastery over them was a thrillingly submissive heat in their bellies.

Dawnelle, too, was intrigued by Siteki’s restraint, „Why?“ she asked him one day, „They’re only slaves. Why not just take them?“

Siteki chuckled, „Because I do not choose to,“ he explained, „Like all slaves, especially Westerners, these two need discipline. The wait will reinforce their desire, so that when they are finally allowed to submit, they will submit more completely than they can yet imagine!“

Dawnelle suppressed an urge to shiver as he spoke and forced herself to smile, „If I didn’t know you better, Ito, I might think you were... well... gay. No offence, but not many men would pass up the chance of having two helpless slaves.“

Siteki looked at her coldly, „When the time comes,“ he replied, „You will see that I am certainly not gay. The slave who serves me will submit to the very bottom of her soul!“

Dawnelle gazed into his black eyes, almost hypnotised by the steely determination she saw there, then forced her gaze away, „Yes... Yes, I see. I’m sorry... I didn’t meant to insult you.“

„It does not matter,“ he replied stiffly and strode to where Maxine knelt in Punishment position, her forehead pressed to the floor and her fingers clasped behind her neck.

He raised his crop and sent it searing down across Maxine’s buttocks and she squealed in anguish, unaware that her punishment was the result of his fury at Dawnelle and that, in his mind, it was the redhead who screamed in pain at his feet, rather than her.

For a moment, Dawnelle cursed herself for, yet again, annoying the stocky Oriental.

Somehow, she always seemed to be unable to stop herself taunting him, even when she didn’t mean to.

She knew she ought to try to be nicer to him, if only to keep the peace between them, but she thought his cold, black eyes and heavily muscled body abhorrent.

If it hadn’t been for that, she thought she might even have slept with him, to make up for her teasing, but the idea of allowing him to paw her full breasts and plant his seed in her belly made her shudder.

Several years before, Dawnelle had had male lovers, but as she had become more successful and powerful, she found that the men she met either wanted her for her money, or saw her as some sort of threat; a challenge to their male-dominated, executive world.

After a particularly bitter experience with the Chief Executive of one of the Companies she worked for, an experience that saw the entire all-male Board, including her lover, unite to force her out, Dawnelle turned to other women, first as her lovers and, finally as her slaves.

It was then, as a dominant Mistress, that she bought her first crop and used it, finding a satisfaction that her relationships with men had never brought her.

Even though, something she would never admit to anyone else, she still wondered sometimes whether a relationship with a man... the right man... would have been even better?

But the right man had never come along and she had no intention of settling for Siteki.

She shrugged, dismissing his annoyance from her mind.

After all, she was Shimatsu’s guest, not Siteki’s, so what did it matter if he didn’t like her?

She moved to where Melissa knelt and drew her crop from her belt.

There was a slave to be disciplined and Dawnelle saw no reason why Melissa should escape scot-free while her sister’s bottom was reddened. Siteki was working the crop mercilessly across the rippling globes of soft flesh which wagged back and forth as Maxine struggled to cope with the burning pain. Dawnelle’s pride wouldn’t allow her to content herself with inflicting the same punishment as Siteki was and took Melissa’s back and shoulders as her target. She towered over the cringing slave and swung down with all her strength, drinking in the sound of the crop on the unmarked flesh and the squeal of anguish which accompanied it. And for the next ten minutes the room echoed to the grunts of effort from the two dominants as they swung in their whips, the Cracks! of the lashes landing and the stifled moans of the slaves enduring the discipline it pleased the Master and Mistress to inflict on them.

At no time were either Maxine or Melissa permitted the luxuries of either modesty or choice and as the hours and days passed, with no relaxation of their stringent training regime, the blondes descended inexorably into total slavery and subjugation.

Until, on the afternoon of the ninth day, events took a shocking twist...

Melissa had no inkling of what was to come as her wrists were cuffed behind her back, a gag was inserted between her jaws and she was taken to a room she had not seen before.

Quite small, the room’s left wall was one huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror, while the right was festooned with broad, black leather straps.

She stared at the straps as her wrists were released and her belly shivered with fright and arousal as she was ordered to stand with her back to the wall and spread her arms and legs.

In position, she saw her own reflection and gasped.

Every detail of her body was perfectly mirrored and she saw herself as the Masters saw her.

Desirable, available, vulnerable... and, clear from her soft, blue eyes, helplessly submissive.

Her nipples quivered as she saw a naked, gagged slave staring back at her and as Siteki buckled the first tight strap about her waist, the slave in the mirror trembled to the flaring heat in her belly.

In quick succession, leather clamped her wrists and elbows, ankles and knees, her thighs, above and below her breasts, her neck and, finally, her forehead, holding her in an immobility so complete that she could move nothing except her fingers, toes and eyes.

Then, even the reflection of her own static body was taken from her as a blindfold descended.

Instantly, her arousal intensified and she whimpered in the stygian blackness, unable to see the smallest chink of light or anticipate what was to come.

Her Master’s footsteps went away and she tensed vainly against her bondage, pleading wordlessly for them not to leave her to the dark and her fears.

Minutes later, it was to the muffled cries and the astonishing sight of her gagged, blindfolded, rigidly bound sister, that Maxine was pushed into the room.

Melissa fell silent as she heard people enter the cell where she was so helpless and she trembled with relief as she recognised Siteki’s voice ordering someone-she prayed it was Maxine-to stand against the wall.

Distracted by Melissa’s anguish, Maxine only saw the mirror as she turned and her eyes widened in surprise as she saw herself.

Like her sister, Maxine’s arousal was instantaneous, her nipples stiffening and groin moistening as she was bound and in the instant before her world went dark, the image of her spread-eagled body alongside that of her equally defenceless twin, sent a spurt of silvery love juices oozing from her sex.

Spread in merciless exposure, Maxine squealed as her tender nipples responded instantly to the touch of her Master’s hands, the tawny buttons stiffening to tense rigidity as she was aroused.

Seconds later, she felt some sort of cool liquid being applied to each hardened nub and her brain reeled in horrified understanding as her flesh lost all feeling and became totally numb.

She suddenly knew why she and Melissa were tied so tightly and what was going to be done to them and she gave a scream of sheer, stark terror.

Concentrating intently, Siteki positioned the surgical steel punch at Maxine’s right nipple and squeezed the spring-loaded grips.

With a sharp „click“ the device operated... punching a neat, precise hole through the erect flesh of her nipple.

As she heard the click and felt a brief, sharp twinge of pain, Maxine screamed despairingly, realising that she had been pierced and that she was to be forced to wear the rings of her Master’s ownership for all to see.

Exactly as she had fantasised when she had first seen Soo Lin’s piercings.

A second „click“ and a fleeting pain at her left nipple redoubled her terror, for she remembered with dreadful clarity, that Soo Lin wore four rings in her body!

Between her hugely spread thighs, merciless fingers probed and caressed and to her anguished shame, Maxine could not prevent the obedient response of her body as her groin moistened and her labia engorged to the unwanted arousal.

Again, the cool liquid numbed her flesh; again she heard the clicks and felt the tiny stabs of pain; and again, Maxine shuddered in the knowledge of her Masters’ limitless power over her.

While she still struggled to come to terms with what they had done to her, Siteki and Dawnelle each took shining, highly polished steel rings, inserted them through her pierced nipples and snapped them shut.

Maxine could not see or feel their hands, but as her Masters ringed her breasts, then took a second set of rings and did the same at her belly, she heard the metallic sounds and knew that her body now bore incontrovertible evidence of her complete subjugation.

Soo Lin, ringed, could have been nothing but a slave... and, now, Maxine herself wore identical symbols of her Masters’ authority.

The steel of her Masters was in her body, as well as on it and as Maxine faced the awesome reality of her slavery, a tidal wave of fiercely submissive heat swept into her belly.

Siteki chuckled as her belly fluttered to the slave-heat that she felt, „Ahh,“ he sighed, „Now you begin to feel it, slave. Soon, you will be unable to control your desires and, then, as a full slave, you will learn to please Masters in any way they desire.“

Maxine whimpered helplessly, knowing that he spoke the truth, fearing it, but unable to resist the need that raged within her and made her a slave.

If she could have, she knew she would have begged him to take her... and the fact that her bondage meant that she could not, only added to her passion and her desire to submit to him.

„Slut!“ Dawnelle sneered viciously, „Hot little bitch! Thought you were so clever, didn’t you, breaking my security system? Well, how clever do you feel now, eh? Now that you wear rings in your nipples and labia and you’re a sex-slave? I’m going to enjoy watching men have you, bitch!

And when they’ve finished with you, I’m going to make you please me! And I’m going to whip you, too, whether you please me or not! Just because I want to and I want to hear you scream! How about that, slave?“

As Maxine moaned in terror at the venom in her voice, Siteki frowned, „Why do you hate her so, Dawnelle? I know she found the Black file that you set up, but that’s not it, is it?“

„It’s none of your business,“ Dawnelle retorted rudely, then her tongue ran away with her, „She’s a slave!“ she hissed, „A frightened, spineless weakling! I despise her and her sister. They deserve to be slaves and have to submit to men like you! It serves them right if they have to kneel and display themselves and let men paw them and caress them and use their bodies!“

„But you kidnapped them, Dawnelle,“ Siteki replied reasonably, „And they don’t have any choice.“

„Humph,“ Dawnelle was unimpressed, „Just look at her. She’s begging for it. Just like the randy little slut she is. Don’t waste your sympathy on a slave! I damn well wouldn’t!“

„Very well, Dawnelle,“ he agreed calmly, „Then I shall take your advice. No sympathy to a slave,“ and he gave a cruel smile as Dawnelle turned away towards Melissa.

Blindfolded, Melissa had heard her sister’s screams and moans, but had not been able to work out what was happening.

Until Dawnelle’s spiteful attack on Maxine.

Then, as she learned that Maxine had been pierced and ringed, her whole body cowered in devastating shock.

Over and over, she told herself that it couldn’t be true, that not even Dawnelle and Siteki could be so impossibly cruel... but even as she tried to convince herself, her body filled with an icy dread,

because she knew that there was nothing that the two dominants would not do to enforce their power over their slaves.

Her fears were confirmed as hands aroused her breasts and Melissa’s fingers clawed vainly at the empty air as her nipples were anaesthetised and the merciless punch did its horrifying work.

That was the moment when Melissa knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that she and Maxine would never, ever, be released by the Masters.

Up to that point, in the further recesses of her brain, she had always managed to retain a small glimmer of hope that, despite their bondage and submission, they would sometime be set free.

That last hope vanished as her sex lips were pierced and as her Masters locked the steel rings of her slavery into her body, Melissa shuddered in appalled misery, seeing an unending vista of abject sexual subjugation opening before her.

After nine days of ruthlessly enforced submission, she was horribly aware of the impossibility of resistance and that she was slipping ever deeper into acceptance of the Masters’ dominance.

Unless she could escape, the end result was inevitable.

She and Maxine would become willingly obedient and submissive sex-slaves, like Soo Lin.

And from that, there could never be an escape!

Somehow, they had to get away from Shimatsu and Siteki and Dawnelle.

They just had to!

But how?

As the effects of the anaesthetic wore off, the blindfolds were unbuckled and the two blondes saw the results of their Masters’ wishes.

Stunned by the sight of gleaming steel transfixing their flesh and frighteningly conscious of the small, insistent weight of their rings at their breasts and bellies, both slaves gaped silently at the barbaric jewellery adorning their helpless nudity.

Maxine’s belly kicked violently as she stared at her reflection and she clenched her teeth against the blistering slave-heat that rolled through her, half-thrilled and half-petrified by the blatant symbolism of her rings.

Anybody...absolutely anybody...who understood the significance of the rings in her body, must know immediately that she was a slave... and, knowing that, would also know that she must obey and submit to any demands they made upon her!

As a pierced, ringed slave, she would be the plaything of any Master who happened across her and Maxine’s sex oozed hot love juices as she imagined herself being passed from Master to Master, each using her for his pleasure, secure in the knowledge of her unquestioning obedience!

Melissa also understood what her rings proclaimed about her lowly status, but was far less willing to give in and closed her eyes, refusing to look at the reflection of her pierced body and trying to ignore the tiny weights at her nipples.

Siteki recognised her attempted resistance and acted instantly.

His extended forefinger slid between her ringed labia and into her damp sex and as Melissa squealed and her eyes opened in dismay, he chuckled softly, „Oh, no, slavegirl. You keep your eyes open and look at yourself, or I’ll crop you until you do.“

Under threat of punishment, Melissa had no choice and was forced to watch her own responses as Siteki aroused her until her sex grew slick with her juices and she whimpered in desperate need.

By the time he slipped his finger from her and sneered, „There now, slave, that should be enough to keep you interested,“ Melissa’s belly was on fire with liquid heat she was unable to control.

The two dominants strode to the door; „We’ll be back in a few hours to take you back to your cell.

Then you can have a rest for forty-eight hours while your piercings heal. After that, we will continue with your training,“ and the door closed behind them.

Melissa stared at her reflection and gave a low moan as her belly swirled to the picture of helpless submission she presented.

„Melissa? Melissa, are you all right?“ Maxine’s voice was low and filled with concern for her younger sister.

„I’m... I’m OK, sis. But what are we going to do?“

„I don’t know. What can we do? Did he... Did he touch you to make you open your eyes?“

„Yes. I di... didn’t want to, but he... he made me.“

„Oh, I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to get you in this mess. I didn’t know that Morrison was involved in the fraud, or I’d never have gone to him. It’s all my fault and n... now you’re a sl...

slave, too,“ Maxine’s voice broke on a choking sob.

„No, Maxine, don’t cry. It isn’t your fault, it’s theirs! They’re the ones who kidnapped us and brought us here and... and collared us and made us sub... submit to them.“

„I know. Thank you for not blaming me, but I wish I’d never seen that fraud. If it hadn’t been for that, we wouldn’t be t... tied up and p... p... pierced.“

„Don’t, Maxine!“ Melissa begged, „I can’t... stand it if you cry. Look, we’ve just got to get away from here! I can’t... can’t fight much more and if we don’t escape soon, I... I’ll have to... to give in.“

„Oh, no, Melissa, not you too! I can’t help myself, either. I... I nearly asked Siteki to t... take me just now, I was so desperate! You’re right, we have to get away. What plan do you have in mind?“

That was when the room suddenly became very, very quiet because there was no plan.

Just a fervent wish to escape that took no account of chains and locks, or even Masters!

Momentary optimism faded and died in the face of insuperable obstacles and both girls wept softly as their hopes died with it.

Replaced as the hours slipped past, by a mixture of resignation and slowly increasing arousal as the unavoidable sight of their own spread-eagled bodies and the tingling sensations emanating from their piercings, worked on their already submissive inclinations.

When Dawnelle and Siteki returned to release their captives, the limbs of the two girls were so numb that they slumped bonelessly to the floor and had to be helped to stand.

With their arms locked behind their backs, they stumbled forward as Siteki ordered them out of the room and Dawnelle smiled with cruel pleasure as their eyes widened and they gasped to the arousal which accompanied their every step as the rings tugged and jiggled at their newly pierced flesh.

„In here,“ Siteki opened the door of a small cell containing a single cot and as Melissa watched helplessly, her sister’s collar was locked to a long chain rising from a heavy ringbolt set in the floor beneath the cot.

Her arms were not released and Siteki explained casually, „You’ll stay here for a couple of days until your piercings heal. Do not try to touch your rings. I shall be watching,“ he indicated a small camera high up in one corner of the room.

Maxine went to her knees, „Yes, Master, I understand,“ she said humbly, „May a sl... slave know what is to be d... done with her then, Master?“

„Your training will continue, slave, until I consider you are ready to serve your Masters.“

Maxine shivered, her need obvious to him and he smiled, „Your rings suit you, slave,“ he told her,

„They demonstrate what you are and you would be wise to learn to love them, because they will remain on your body for as long as you are enslaved. And do not imagine they are there only to bring you pleasure, slave. Should a Master feel it necessary, they will be used to bind you as he wishes, or even to punish you. Now, be silent, or you will find out how they may be used!“

Maxine bowed her head and Siteki turned to Melissa, „The same applies to you, slave,“ he said coldly and the blonde trembled as Dawnelle snapped, „Follow me,“ and led her to a second identical cell and locked a chain to her collar.

„On the bed, slave. Display position.“

The redhead’s lips curved in a sneer as she looked down at Melissa’s erotically posed body and she toyed menacingly with her crop, „You and your sister are safe from me for the moment,“ she said,

„But as soon as your piercings heal, it’s back into training you go. Complete with slave-rings. I’m going to enjoy using them to control you two and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you, aren’t you?“

Melissa looked up at the redhead and knew that she would be forced to obey, „Yes, Mistress,“ she replied humbly.

„Then you’d better get as much rest as you can, slave. You are going to need it,“ and Dawnelle gave a harsh laugh as she turned away and left the room and her anxious captive.

As predicted by Siteki, Maxine and Melissa’s piercings healed fully in two days and their training resumed...

Her gagged face only an inch away from the solid brick wall, Maxine stood on tiptoe, her body held rigidly erect and thigh muscles quivering from the strain of holding her position.

She dared not relax even a fraction, for padlocks at each of her nipple rings were locked to iron ringbolts set into the wall and the slightest attempt to ease her discomfort instantly sent flashes of pain through her breasts as her rings tugged at her sensitive flesh.

To her right and suffering the same merciless punishment, Melissa fought against the steadily growing torment in her calves and thighs as her muscles protested, but, like her sister, had no choice but to endure.

Neither slave knew how long they had been standing already, nor how much longer their anguish might last-only that it would continue until their Masters decided otherwise.

They were slaves, under discipline and could only pray for release and regret the momentary disobedience that had brought them such misery...

Unwillingly reconciled to the piercing and ringing of their nipples and labia, Maxine and Melissa had had no option but to accept the realities of their situation and had resigned themselves to the obedience and subjugation imposed upon them. Constant nudity, bondage and the sexual submission extracted from their helpless bodies had had their inevitable result and the two slaves had grown ever more responsive and ever more deeply enmeshed in the web of their Masters’

dominance until it came to seem natural to kneel before them and display themselves in the graceful poses of their slavery.

To the extent that both Maxine and Melissa began to take pride in their obedience and the slave-heat that simmered in their bellies, ready always to ignite into an inferno of deliciously submissive passion at their Masters’ touch.

Even the frequency of croppings and other punishments grew less as they became more proficient and it almost seemed, for a while, as though their ordeal might not be quite as terrible as they had feared.

„Kneeling Display. Eyes closed and mouth open,“ Siteki gave the order and Maxine obeyed instantly, her spine arching as she presented herself beautifully, not even flinching as her ankles were cuffed together.

„Wider. Come on, slave, wider I said,“ Maxine stretched her jaws as wide as she could and gasped as a ring of cold, hard steel was thrust into her mouth and wedged behind her teeth.

Buckled in place, it held her mouth in a stretched „O“ and she could neither eject it nor close her mouth even partially.

„Open your eyes, slave. You will now learn how to please a Master orally.“

Maxine’s eyes bulged, but she could not express the horror she felt as she learned the gag’s purpose and understood what she was expected to do.

She had heard of such things, but had never done it herself and was appalled at the thought of Siteki forcing himself on her in such a shameful way.

Without thinking of the consequences, Maxine broke her pose, shaking her head over and over and mumbling wordless protests as she trembled with horror.

Siteki nodded once, „Very well, slave. You have made your decision,“ and he turned to Melissa who stood nearby, still in the last position she had been ordered to assume.

„You, slave,“ he said, „Kneel before me and open your mouth. You will learn to satisfy me first.“

Melissa gulped, but hesitated, „Please, Master...“ she began, but Siteki broke in immediately,

„Silence!“ he snapped, „For your disobedience you will both be punished!“ and he seized Melissa and forced her to her knees.

With her arms bound behind her and held in his muscular grip, Melissa was helpless and submitted to having a ring-gag buckled in place, her brain reeling as she visualised him ravaging her mouth.

Escorted by Dawnelle, he hauled Melissa to her feet and frog-marched her to another cell and it was only then, as she saw Dawnelle slip two small padlocks through iron ringbolts in the wall some four-and-a-half feet above the floor, that Melissa whimpered in terror and tried to tear free of Siteki’s grasp.

In response, he simply lifted her clean off the floor and, ignoring her frantic kicks and struggles, carried her over to the wall and held her while Dawnelle slipped the first lock through Melissa’s right nipple ring and clicked it shut.

Further resistance was useless and Melissa subsided into terrified passivity as her left nipple ring was locked in place and Siteki lowered her feet to the floor.

Instantly, the locks tugged at her rings and Melissa squealed, rising on tiptoe, her spine ruler-straight and her eyes filled with fearful realisation that she must not and could not ease the immediate ache which began in her slim calves.

With her ankles still locked together, Maxine was even less able to resist than her sister and was soon just as helpless and just as frightened, knowing that they were both at Siteki’s mercy and that he would never allow their disobedience to go unpunished.

„Slaves are not permitted to refuse a Master’s order,“ he reminded them, „You should have remembered that.“

Dawnelle chimed in, her voice full of malicious pleasure, „I knew it was just a matter of time before you two slipped up,“ she chuckled, „Slaves like you always imagine that they are different, that they are the ones who can submit as slaves and yet not really be slaves. Well, you’re wrong!

And by the time we’ve finished with you, you’ll beg to be allowed to serve us!“

Behind the hapless blondes, two crops rose as one and hissed through the air.

Stinging lines of heat seared into the slaves’ taut buttocks and they screamed and whimpered as the instinctive jerking of their bodies away from the whips, caused the padlocks at their nipples to tug cruelly at their pierced flesh.

Shrieking for mercy into their gags, Maxine and Melissa paid the penalty for their momentary rebellion and as their reddened bottoms and tormented breasts smarted and stung, both slaves pleaded to be permitted to please their merciless Masters in any way the two dominants desired.

No matter how shameful or embarrassing.

Siteki lowered his crop and as he released the padlocks holding Maxine to the wall, the shattered blonde fell to her knees, pressing her gagged lips to his polished boots in a gesture of her absolute submission.

He lowered the zip of his trousers and as his erect maleness sprang free, snapped, „Now, please me, slave, or you go back to the wall.“

Instantly, any thought of resistance crushed by his punishment of her, Maxine straightened and worked her stretched lips over the thick, bulbous shaft, forcing herself not to retch or recoil as she took his manhood deep into her mouth and her cheeks bulged.

„Lick and suck me, slave,“ he ordered and Maxine shuddered helplessly as she complied, her tongue and mouth struggling desperately to satisfy him and save her further pain.

Inexorably, Siteki’s shaft grew larger and harder and she gasped for breath through flaring nostrils as his hands fastened on the back of her head and pressed her face to his groin, compelling her to take his full length and girth into her mouth, despite her fear that he would choke her.

„Please me, slave,“ he demanded a second time and as his crop bit into Maxine’s buttocks and brought a stifled scream from her, she redoubled her efforts.

Sunk deep in her warm, moist mouth, Siteki’s massive erection began to pulse and he tightened his grip on her head as jets of his hot, salty spend flooded into her mouth and throat as he reached his peak.

Maxine coughed and spluttered as he came, but was unable to pull her head away or stop the sprays of his seed and could only gulp and swallow in panic as his juices threatened to drown her, her throat working convulsively as she was forced to drink every last drop.

It was the most awful, most humiliating moment of Maxine’s life... but as Siteki gave a deep groan of sheer pleasure and his buried shaft twitched and spasmed, she could not help but feel a huge thrill of guilty excitement at satisfying a man... a Master... in such an intensely submissive manner.

Kneeling in bondage at his feet, her lips still clamped around his pulsing masculinity, Maxine’s belly burned with furious slave-heat as she discovered a whole new area of her subjugation...still another way in which she, a slave, could be made to serve her Masters. One which she realised, to her embarrassment, gave her almost as much pleasure as it gave them.

She had not known before just how much it would arouse her and as she savoured the salt tang of her Master’s essences on her tongue, Maxine felt herself blush to the knowledge that she was already looking forward to the next time that his maleness invaded her mouth and forced her to surrender to his will and her own submissive passions.

As Siteki began his assault on Maxine, Dawnelle whispered in Melissa’s ear, „Are you ready to obey yet, slave? Do you beg to serve me in any way I want?“

Melissa nodded as urgently as she could and the redhead laughed coldly, well aware that Melissa would promise anything to be released from her terrifying bondage, „Hmm, yes I thought you would. Very well, then I’ll let you down. But be warned, you silly bitch. If you even think about defying me, you’ll wish you’d never been born!“

The ice-cold warning left Melissa in no doubt about what would happen to her if she disobeyed and as her nipple-rings were unlocked, she went to her knees and displayed her body as perfectly as she knew how.

Dawnelle unbuckled and removed Melissa’s ring-gag, then raised her crop in her right hand as her left lifted the hem of her tight, black mini-skirt to reveal that she was nude beneath, her pink-lipped sex peeping from a mass of red-gold curls.

„Pleasure me, bitch,“ Dawnelle commanded, „And I had better enjoy it.“

Melissa knew that any hesitation on her part would be ruthlessly punished and bent forward to her Mistress’s belly, her lips planting a delicate kiss on the softly curved petals of the redhead’s labia.

Dawnelle shivered sensually as Melissa’s lips met her flesh, „Again, slave. Do not stop until I tell you. And use your tongue. I want to see if you’re any use to a Mistress, or whether it’s only men that a slut like you can please.“

Melissa coloured, but dared not disobey and parted her soft lips to allow her tongue to lap at the moist cleft of Dawnelle’s sex.

The redhead sighed with pleasure, her thighs spreading wider and Melissa nuzzled at her belly, kissing, licking and sucking delicately at the engorged tissues offered to her, trying her best to ignore the embarrassing fact that she was pleasuring another woman.

It was the first time she had ever engaged in a lesbian act and was astonished to find that, far from being as repugnant as she had always imagined it must be, it was actually extremely erotic and deliciously exciting.

Whether it was her bondage or her strict training or her own desires, she couldn’t tell, but as she trailed her tongue up and down the full length of Dawnelle’s tender labia and allowed her lips to nibble gently at the fleshy button of the redhead’s clitoris, Melissa felt her own belly swirl with delightful slave-heat as her own arousal built.

Dawnelle gave little breathy gasps and whimpers in response to Melissa’s efforts and the crop fell from her fingers as she used both hands to wedge the blonde’s face hard against the joint of her quivering thighs, her head arching back as she neared her release.

Surprised by her success and her own feelings, Melissa sent her tongue probing deep into the slick recesses of her Mistress’s belly-and was immediately rewarded by a gush of warm, sweet juices as Dawnelle surged into orgasm, her belly pulsing strongly as she came.

Lapping greedily at the outpouring of her Mistress’s climax, Melissa shivered with delight, half-thrilled and half-appalled by what she had done, not entirely sure whether to be pleased by her success or frightened by her new-found ability.

It was one thing to submit and please a Master-quite another to do the same to a Mistress!

Now, there was no excuse for her not to be pleasing to anybody, man or woman and Melissa’s helpless arousal grew as she realised that both sexes would take full advantage of her increased skills to enhance their own desires.

As their obediently submissive slave, she would have to be fully pleasing to them all, no matter what her own preferences might be.

„Display position, slave,“ Dawnelle ordered, smoothing her mini-skirt and Melissa arched her spine obediently, licking her dampened lips as she remembered that her preferences, like those of her sister, were a matter of supreme indifference to her Masters.

Nothing would ever be allowed to stand between Masters and their desires.

Especially not the likes or dislikes of two collared, obedient and totally subjugated bondage-slaves.

And as if to emphasise that point the sisters were hauled back to their feet and their nipple rings were once again padlocked to the rings in the wall, leaving them to contemplate their true status until it pleased someone to release them.

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