Hey, little Songbird, cat got your tongue?

Always a pity for one so pretty and young

© Anaïs Mitchell, Hadestown

Note: no Sex acts of any kind occur prior to everyone being over the age of 18.

Trigger warning: this story has bondage, sadism, and objectification scenes. Most of the story is consensual, but there are non-consensual acts. If this is not your cup of tea, please move along and read a different story.

This is a continuation of the revised (23^rd March) Part1

* This is just a fantasy, nothing more. *

* What happens in this story would never happen in a real BDSM club *

Cast

Kenna, a.k.a. Little Songbird, 19 yr old student

Richard, Kenna’s dad’s best friend

Izzy, Richard’s 19 yr old daughter

Dominic, Master of the BDSM club

Adrian, Dominic’s second in command

Ambrose, the club’s physician

Quentin and Fuggles, a master and his female submissive

Richard knocked on Dominic’s office door and waited.

“Come in.”

As he walked in, Dominic saw him and laughed heartily, “I wondered how long it would take for you to come and confess. Come in, old friend.”

Richard held a bottle of the Macallan 18 Sherry Finish. “Peace offering,” he smiled as he placed it on Dominic’s desk.

Without further explanation, he walked over to where the tantalus stood on the sideboard and got two whiskey tumblers. He poured two fingers in each, sat down, and swirled his glass, enjoying the heady aroma.

Without further preamble, he began: “She is my niece. I’ve known her since she was born. I was there at her christening. Her father is my closest friend. I always thought she was beautiful, but I kept my thoughts straight around her. Her 18^th birthday was a pool party. Instead of the usual modest one-piece bathing suit her mother made her wear, she was wearing a minimalist black thong bikini.”

“The bikini set had two small triangles of fabric over her breasts. The small triangle of fabric between her legs turned to floss at the back before opening into a delightfully curved ‘T’ that framed each cheek of her arse in a way that made it impossible not to stare.”

“Izzy, of course, caught me staring then noticed I had a raging hard-on that I was struggling to hide. She excoriated me and told me to go to the bathroom to ‘take care of it,’ and stop embarrassing her. She smirked while telling me her BFF was off-limits.”

Dominic’s smirk turned into an evil grin, “How delightfully inappropriate. Do, please, go on.”

“Inappropriate? I’m her godfather, for fuck’s sake.”

He paused for another swig at the whiskey, “Most of the female subs we see here are weak-willed, crying out to be dominated. Kenna is the rarer kind: highly intelligent with fire in her eyes. I think she views a Master/Sub relationship as a form of erotic warfare.”

“A dom manipulates his sub by coercive dominance to yield to the experience he wants, while the sub uses more subtle arts. She believes a sub uses feminine wiles to manipulate the dom into meeting her needs while at the same time avoiding the more painful experiences she’s less interested in.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you; it was a mistake. It will not happen again. However, I need to discuss Quentin’s serious sexual assault on my Songbird.”

“Quentin, that little shit. He’s been a pain ever since he joined. I plan to call him to the front to be thrown out of the club. That will result in every member shunning him socially and in business. I know that will be enough to cause him to lose his marriage and likely his business.”

“You could.” Richard responded, “However, Kenna has asked to invoke rule 31. She’s not looking to destroy him, just to get an eye-for-an-eye, so to speak.”

Rule 31 allowed a member who had been significantly harmed to offer the perpetrator an alternative punishment to shunning. Its primary purpose was to allow a victim of sexual assault to choose her attacker’s punishment to make her feel some agency had been restored.

“Interesting. Kenna may have judged Quentin right. He might do it. It would make the evening more entertaining for everyone. What does she want?”

Richard explained Kenna’s plan in detail, to which Dominic could only laugh, “Oh, that would be entertaining if he accepts it. I will make the arrangements. Richard, you look like there is still something else on your mind?”

“Izzy is as dominant as I am and wants me to supervise a dungeon session between her and my Songbird. They have been each other’s closest friends since they were three. Their relationship works because Kenna is naturally submissive, and Izzy is naturally dominant. This is the logical next step. For that reason, Izzy wants to come to the formal as my guest.”

“She’s what 19? OK, I will allow it, but since she’s under 21, she must come as a restricted guest. She will not be allowed to play.”

Richard sighed and took another swig of whiskey, “I need an exception to the rules. I know the two girls. Izzy will get Horny and want Kenna to eat her out during the evening. I’m worried they will ignore the rules. But if they have an exception,” he shrugged.

“They really can’t wait till they get home?”

“Oh, I’m sure Izzy will want her to do it again as soon as they are home. But, no, I doubt she will be willing to wait; and I don’t want to be forced to leave early.”

“In that case, Kenna will have to come as Izzy’s sub for the evening. The under-21 rule won’t apply because Master/sub pairs have more leniency on what’s permitted. If she’s participating, she’ll have to submit a clean STD test dated within a week of the event, just like everyone else. “

He grinned at his friend; he’d hate not having his Songbird for the evening.

***

After Richard had updated the two girls on his visit, he left to work in the office. Izzy shrieked with joy and turned to her friend.

“Dear Little Songbird, the truth now. How experienced are you at going down on a woman?”

Kenna looked at her through heavily lidded eyes. She knew Richard had not yet given Izzy permission to play with his Songbird, but …?

She sighed, “I’ve never let a boyfriend stick his cock anywhere near me until he’s earned it by eating me out to my satisfaction. I had to train all three of them to do it right because their previous girlfriends were wallflowers. So, I know how I like it done. But, no, I’ve never eaten out another woman; why?”

Kenna smirked; she already knew the answer to her rhetorical question but raised a quizzical eyebrow anyway.

“Sweet darling Songbird, if you are to be my sub for the evening, don’t you think you should practice?” she cooed. When Kenna only shook her head and sighed, Izzy continued:

“Great. Grab your clamp set, collar, leash, and a crop, then go to my bedroom and strip. I will be up shortly. I will adorn you as my slave when I get there.”

Kenna knew their friendship had been building towards this for years. The tension had always been there, but they had never acted on it. Izzy already dominated her in every other way, so this was surrendering her last holdout.

Kenna wished they could explore this long-simmering tension more slowly and not dive straight into submissive cunnilingus. She sighed again as she very obediently headed upstairs.

As soon as Kenna was out of sight, Izzy grabbed a small tumbler and mixed 50/50 vodka and OJ. She had to calm herself as she was so excited to finally do this that she could’ve come on the spot.

By the time she got to her bedroom, the Songbird had made her bed for her and laid the accoutrements on top. Her slave, oh just that phrase made her Hot and wet. Her slave was kneeling on the floor, a naked happy girl with her hands on her thighs, palms upward, ready to play.

“What safeword have you been using?”

Kenna showed her the hand signs Richard had taught her and said they used ‘Pineapple’ when she was close to her limits and ‘Pizza’ for a hard stop. Izzy looked puzzled. Kenna giggled and said it was because you should immediately stop anyone you saw eating pineapple pizza; it’s disgusting.

Izzy wordlessly picked up the training collar and padlock. She fastened the collar, locked it, put the key on her neck chain, and assumed a stentorian tone:

“You are my slave, Little Songbird. I am your Mistress,” but couldn’t stop herself giggling.

She held both hands over the key, pressing it to her breast as she savoured her first experience of being a keyholder. Her quim quivered and clenched, Hot, and excited, as one of her favourite fantasies was coming true.

She picked up the remote for the collar. She’d never been shown how to play with it, but it seemed obvious enough. She stood behind her little slave, set it to medium, and pressed the red button. The Songbird yelped from the unexpected shock. She watched fascinated as her slave trembled and fought for self-control before saying, “Thank you for disciplining your humble slave, Mistress Izzy.”

The first-ever feeling of such power was intoxicating. Izzy trembled and pressed the red button again. The Songbird was ready this time. She still yelped but more quickly thanked her. Only then did Izzy realize her father must have heard that. Oh well, too late now.

Izzy sat on the edge of her bed, “Songbird, remove my sandals and worship my feet.” This was their first time, so she had no idea if her best friend would do it or cry wolf. Their roleplay had never before been sensual or explicit.

She bit her lip hard as the little slave removed her right shoe and kissed her under the arch. She exulted in the sensation as a tongue sensually lapped her arch then moved up to her little toe. It was a Hot summer’s day, and her feet were already sweaty.

She tried to imagine what her friend was feeling, having a face full of her sweaty foot, then having to taste it.

Taking Izzy’s little toe into her mouth, the Songbird sucked on the toe and ran her tongue all around it. Moving on to the next toe, she did the same.

When the Songbird reached her big toe, instead of simply sucking it, she looked up and made eye contact. She started fellating it sensually and moaning like it was a particularly gorgeous cock. Izzy giggled and got a shy smile in return.

Izzy arched her back and rocked her hips, wanting to get that wicked tongue between her legs, but she had to let this play out and waited as her other foot was worshipped. She was now wet; she was worried it would soak through her skirt.

She stood up and commanded her slave to remove her panties.

“Before we move on to you proving your oral skills to your Mistress, I need to punish you for seducing my father. First, I will clamp you.”

The Songbird did as Richard had trained her; she stood, feet apart, chest out, head back, and hands behind her head. Izzy had never placed clamps before, but the idea was obvious. Izzy examined one clamp closely; it had a smooth plastic coat. She tested it on her little finger. Damn, it hurt. She wanted to try it on her own nipple first; it was frustrating that that would have to wait.

She thought they should be adjusted to the gap her father used on the Songbird. She wickedly tightened them just a little further. She put the set down and started rolling both of her friend’s nipples between forefingers and thumbs before sucking them to get them hard.

She’d never had a girl’s nipple in her mouth, and sucking her best friend’s sweet little boobs tempted her to do it sensually. Her Songbird sighed from the sense of pleasure. Izzy grasped the areola of one nipple and squeezed to hold the nipple firmly while she released the clamp onto it.

A sharp intake of breath told her the additional tightening had been noticed. She giggled.

After doing the other side, she waggled each clamp up and down, then flicked one. She was rewarded with a sharp hiss. She grinned and tugged both clamps. That earned her an involuntary cry and deep panting breaths. Izzy was entranced.

She took the center clamp and parted her friend’s lips. Her pearl was shyly nestled away, occluded behind its hood. It felt weird to be touching her friend’s Sex, but Izzy had no choice; she licked her fingers and started frigging her until the nub emerged from where it had lain hidden. She pinched each side to hold it out and let go of the clamp.

The extra half-turn tightening drew a loud cry and water around her slave’s eyes. Izzy waited for the protest, but none came. She tugged the clit clamp and snickered when her friend gave her the sharpest yelp.

“Little Songbird, since your wicked little butt enslaved my father’s eyes, your punishment is to worship my butt.”

She turned her back to the Songbird and bent over the bed, resting her chest on her forearms. Again, Izzy had no idea if her friend would do it or not. She rather thought not but knelt hoping.

She felt her skirt lift and moaned in anticipation. She felt two gentle hands caress her cheeks then give them butterfly finger kisses. She felt the first kiss as a shock and trembled. The Songbird’s tongue lapped along each side of her crack slowly and sensually. She so wanted that tongue on her rosebud: could she ask her friend to do that?

She didn’t need to worry. She felt that wicked tongue start at the top of her crack and work its way down. It stopped just before the rosebud. Izzy groaned but was unable to see the Songbird’s smile.

The lascivious tongue started again at the bottom of her crack, moving upward to where she wanted it. She trembled again. Finally, the tongue touched her rosebud and swirled around it. She felt the tongue lapping at high speed before trying to spear her rosebud and quiver fast at its entrance. No one had ever rimmed her before.

Izzy was already so worked up that rimming was enough for her to cum despite having had no contact yet with her quim. Her butt bucked in the Songbird’s face, accidentally grinding on it. She felt the Songbird’s arms quickly clasp her hips tight; a nose pushed into her pulsing rosebud and stimulated it. The cute button nose prolonged her pleasure.

She felt her slave’s head leave her skirt and was about to reprimand her before she saw why. The Songbird grabbed some tissues and mopped up a wet patch on the carpet. “Oops,” she giggled. She made a mental note that she should try to come when someone’s mouth was positioned to drink it in the future.

Izzy plumped herself down on the edge of the bed and looked at her friend: who had a cheese-eating grin. Izzy had to break character, “Oh, my Love, you are the best friend I could ever have. You know me too well.”

Izzy stood again. She’d planned to use the crop to turn the Songbird’s butt a lovely rosy pink, but she’d already waited long enough for what she most wanted, so she stood up.

“Little Songbird, remove my skirt.”

Izzy sat back down wearing nothing but a tight halter-top with nothing under it. Her headlights were full-on, straining at the fabric. The Songbird knelt in front of her.

“Mistress, your Little Songbird asks for permission to serve at the precious altar of your Sex and hopes her mistress will find pleasure in being worshipped.” The effect was a little ruined by her friend’s inability to keep a straight face, but she still loved how it made her feel.

Izzy reached down to leash her little slave and petted her head, “you have permission to proceed.”

Izzy felt her legs lifted onto the girl’s shoulders. Gentle little kisses ran along the insides of her thighs. She lay back on the bed, wanting nothing more than to luxuriate in being worshipped.

That wicked little tongue swirled around her lips before she felt her left outer labia sucked in between her friend’s gums. Her lips were repeatedly sucked rhythmically, with a teasing tongue flicking between them. She felt it first in the center of her labia, then up and down one side before the other was done.

That tongue ran the inside edges of her outer labia playfully. She knew her slave was deliberately prolonging and loved her for it. It felt wonderful. The wonderful tongue found her entrance and danced around it, swirling playfully, before probing, seeking entrance. She knew that tongue was capable of curling. It did and pushed inside her entrance, tongue-fucking her. A completely new sensation she’d never felt before. She groaned loudly and begged her friend to keep going.

She trembled again as the tongue slowly ascended to her engorged bud. She gasped as her pearl was drawn in between the waiting gums and sucked rhythmically as they had done on her lips. Up till now, she’d held the leash loosely. She remembered it and pulled her slave in tighter.

The Songbird mused that eating a girl was putting much less strain on her clamps than bobbing on Richard’s cock: the clamps didn’t bounce and pull on her sensitive nipples.

Richard had indeed heard Kenna yelp loudly and deduced what the girls were up to. He waited thirty minutes before removing his shoes and padding quietly along the landing. He didn’t need to put his ear to the door to hear his daughter‘s cries.

“Oh, yes. Yes, Like that. Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking fuck. Like that. Yes. Like that. Please don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.” Then he heard Izzy cry out in relief and grinned.

Just that snippet of illicit eavesdropping had left him aroused. He would have to play with the Songbird as soon as Izzy was done with her. He laughed; this was the perfect opportunity to tease the girls. He knocked on the door.

“Izzy, I need to see the Songbird in my office as soon as you’re done. Send her down.”

Izzy groaned, “I can’t. I’m taking her out for ice cream to celebrate. Can’t it wait?”

Richard’s dominant streak loved this, “No. Ice Cream will have to wait. Send her down.”

Five minutes later, he heard a knock on the office door; he called his Songbird in. She was naked except for the collar and clamps. She knelt at the side of his chair and waited.

He bent over and kissed her. The smell of female arousal was all over her face. It felt a bit incestuous kissing his daughter‘s juices off his girlfriend’s face.

“I need you to take care of me while working. Kneel under the desk.”

Even though this was a common trope in erotic stories, the Songbird realized he’d never asked her to do this before. She silently climbed under the desk and freed his cock. She licked it and moaned. Richard lay back in his chair. That moan told him she would ham it up for his pleasure.

She gummed his cock from the side, starting at the base; she ran pursed lips along his length while flicking her tongue through the center of her open mouth. She ran her mouth up and down him while her hand stroked the far side of his cock in synchrony.

She loved roleplaying with him, “Oh Master, I have never seen such a beautiful cock. Your cock is gorgeous; I want to worship it.”

She resumed licking his balls and length. When she judged him ready, she took the head into her mouth and sucked him into her throat. She removed her mouth:

“I’m scared, Master. Your cock is so fat I don’t think I get it down my little teenage throat.”

Richard groaned on hearing that illicit thought. Despite the acting, she was used to him by now; she quickly deep-throated him, eliciting a long groan and a thrust of his hips.

When she felt his ball sack tighten, she pulled back, “Master, I want your gorgeous cock fucking every hole in my body hard. Please take my body and plunder it. Please, take every hole and make it yours, Master.”

“Stand up, Little Songbird, and bend over the desk. You have pleased me.”

He pushed her feet apart and her face down onto his desk. Kenna remembered he had said he would take her first as Songbird but had assumed that meant in the basement dungeon during a session. Her body shook with electricity at the excitement of finally having what she’d longed for.

Richard knew she was already aroused and sopping wet from Izzy and started to line himself up. His Songbird beat him to it and reached under to part her lips for him. He plunged in as hard as possible, taking her to the hilt on the first thrust.