After Happy Hour, Part 3 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [oc] [F40/F34/F36] – Short Sex Story

Jessica’s head was completely spinning. On one hand, she had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life; but on the other she had just given up every free moment she had – it was a lot to take in. Meanwhile, someone who she had hired to work for her a year earlier was currently using her mouth to clean her vagina, and the one responsible for making her feel like she’d never felt before. And all of this didn’t take into user account the fact that she’d just agreed to be a slave to a woman dressed in black leather who had tasered her to unconsciousness just a few hours earlier.

“Just one minute left slut,” Mistress Michelle’s voice cut through the room. “One minute to make her cum the same way again or you will face the consequences of failure.”

Leah thrust her cock inside harder and faster, but the fact that Jessica’s head was everywhere else was no help at all to the situation. She finally noticed her eyes begin to roll a bit and her lower lip between her teeth.

“Times up,” Mistress Michelle shouted as the familiar sound of an Apple alarm cut through the air. “It looks like after a year of training, you can’t execute a simple fucking task like make a whore cum twice.”

As she walked over, she noticed Jessica’s lower body twitching as the strap on pulled out – she was trying to hide the fact that she did cum right at the end. Mistress Michelle was surprised on how quickly her plan was coming together. As she unlocked the restraints on her latest captive, she sent Leah to stand in the corner.

“You stand over there, while I figure out the correct punishment,” she snapped at Leah and then turned her attention to the other girl. “Maybe you can be more than just fuckmeat after all – I saw the way you held back your orgasm, you almost bit through your lip trying.”

She could absolutely tell that Jessica did not expect to be called out in that way.

“Oh it’s okay, you wanted to see your little friend suffer a little bit. You wanted to see what punishment looks like in my home,” Mistress Michelle continued. “Or maybe, in the back of your mind, you realized that you would be the one doing the punishing.”

The range of emotion as on Jessica’s face was astounding, the fact that she was now stone-cold sober and every one of her senses on point after two straight orgasms only elevated the situation.

“I’d hoped your slut would have fucked me better the second time,” Jessica said shyly. “I’d never came like that before, I really wanted it again.”

Michelle could not believe the in her new slave’s mind, she had already been able to dehumanize Leah. She truly wondered it would take at least the weekend, but it took only minutes.

“We’ll dear, since you’re the one this slut disappointed, I think you’re the one who needs to punish her,” she stood her up and walked her over to a steel cabinet, taking the lock off the door. “Choose the tool you’d like to make your statement with – personally, I recommend the cane or one of the longer whips, something that will be a reminder for the entire week.”

As badly as she wanted to, she didn’t choose the bullwhip – she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to use it the way it was meant to be used. Instead she took a medium-length, thin, metal cane. It was extremely flexible and looked like it could cause some real pain.

“Good choice, and I want you to remember that your goal is to make sure that she learns from this experience, so that it doesn’t happen again,” and with that, she turned her attention to the girl in the corner. “Get the fuck over here and assume the punishment position.”

Leah quickly positioned herself on the cement floor between a few eye-bolts showing from the ground. As she positioned herself with her ass in the air, her back at a 45-degree angle and her nose pressed against the cold floor, the voice of her Mistress cut through the air again.

“Did you forget how to receive a punishment,” Mistress questioned as she fed ropes through the bolts and across the back of the girl. “Take those cheap, disgusting panties off – I’m sure you’ve already made a fucking mess of them anyway.”

As Leah struggled to slide off her underwear with the ropes already tightening on her back, Mistress Michelle continued to berate her.

“Look at that, I was right. This is why you can only dress as a cheap fucking whore – look at the fucking mess you made,” she picked up the black shiny panties and held them to the girl’s face, eventually putting them on the floor and pushing her mouth and nose into them. “You can taste your filthy cunt juice while you’re reminded this isn’t about your pleasure slut; and if they’re not completely clean when the strokes are finished, we’ll do it again until they are.”

She finished securing her victim in place and noticed Jessica was on the other side of the room ‘warming up’ for what she hoped would be next. The look on her face was more of determination than anything else and this made Mistress Michelle very happy.

“Come over here slave, I don’t feel you’re quite ready yet,” she used the word ‘slave’ very purposefully to remind Jessica of who was still in charge. “I feel you may also want to step into this strap-on, our little friend has a thing about having her tight little asshole penetrated.”

Mistress Michelle pulled the device up Jessica’s legs and pulled the straps tight. The device was still covered in the now-drying drippings of the girl now wearing it.

“You will deliver 50 blows with the cane. Ignore her cries, ignore her screams, the only thing you are concerned with is leaving 50 marks on this slut’s ass, thighs and back – remember, she failed and she deserves this,” Mistress Michelle spoke in a cold tone. “Now begin!”

NSFW: yes


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