Little Songbird, Part 3

Hey, little Songbird, you got something fine

You’d shine like a diamond down in the mine

© Anaïs Mitchell, Hadestown

Note: no Sex acts of any kind occur before the age of 18.

This part is about erotic humiliation. If this is not your cup of tea, please move along and read a different story. This is just a fantasy, nothing more.

* This follows on from the revised version of Part 2, dated April 5^th *

Cast

Kenna, a.k.a. Little Songbird, 20 yr old student

Izzy, Kenna’s lifelong best friend

Amy, HS classmate of Izzy

Ashley, HS classmate of Izzy

Hera, HS classmate of Izzy

The following summer, Kenna came back to stay for three weeks to catch up with her closest friend and explore their D/s relationship further. The girls were now 20 years old and entering their junior year at college. Whenever a play session started, Kenna switched to her submissive name, ‘Little Songbird,’ which she’d received from the sound she made under the whip.

Little Songbird was kneeling naked on the sitting room floor, wearing her clamp set: nipple clamps and a clit clamp connected by a single chain. She also wore her training collar, which had a remote control for shocking her.

Izzy was clothed in Black riding boots, jeans, and her favourite halter top and carrying a riding crop. She’d been about to make Little Songbird get down on all fours and carry her on her back like a horse.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Izzy said she would check who it was and get rid of them. As soon as she opened the door, the visitor pushed her way in to give her a giant hug. It was Amy from her old high school class, whom she hadn’t yet seen this summer.

Amy noticed the very embarrassed naked girl kneeling on the floor, followed rapidly by the nipple clamps, and a crop in Izzy’s hand. Songbird hadn’t dared move to cover herself without her Mistress’s permission.

“Izzy? What the actual fuck are you two up to? Is this what I think it is?” She snickered, “You always were the kinky one in our group.”

Izzy turned to her kneeling slave, “Little Songbird, welcome Miss Amy to our home in the traditional way.”

This was a kind of humiliation she hadn’t felt before. She had no idea who this woman was, how she’d react, or even who she would tell. She knelt before Amy and leaned forward to kiss her sneakers reverently before saying:

“Miss Amy, this humble slave welcomes you to her Mistress’s home and hopes you will enjoy using this slave’s services.”

The Songbird heard a click and realized Amy had photographed her kissing her sneakers. She suddenly got very wet.

“I’m posting this one to Instagram.”

Izzy grabbed her phone and checked Amy’s IG page. The post said, “This is the proper way to be welcomed into a home,” followed by embarrassed emojis and laughter emojis.

Amy had tagged Izzy in the photo, which meant Kenna would see it in her feed. Only the back of Kenna’s head was showing, so no one could identify her. Izzy snickered and thought her Songbird had wanted to feel more humiliation; this should up the ante.

“Little Songbird, what’s your IG handle? I want to tag you in the post,” Amy giggled.

Izzy looked at her Songbird, who replied, “Pineapple Pizza.” That was their signal for a hard stop.

“Amy, part of being her Mistress, is respecting her limits. Protecting her privacy is one of them. Please do not tell anyone her name or say anything that would enable people to identify her.”

“Sorry, do you want me to delete it?”

The kneeling girl shook her head, “No, Miss Amy, it doesn’t show my face, so it’s fine. I must get used to the idea other people will eventually know I enjoy being submissive to Izzy.”

Izzy beckoned her to stand, “Let me introduce you properly. Amy, this is Kenna; she’s been my closest friend since the age of three. We practically grew up together. Little Songbird is her slave name for use during D/s play. When I call her Kenna, it means playtime is over.”

Amy hugged Kenna and giggled as Kenna’s nipple clamps caught on her jersey. Amy knelt to get a better look at the bottom of the chain.

“Are you really wearing a clamp on your pearl? Doesn’t that hurt like hell?”

Amy waggled the clamp drawing a sharp hiss from Kenna.

“Awesome, I could have so much fun playing with you. That will have to wait. I came to ask you to join me for tea at the Singing Kettle on West Main. Ashley’s set aside a quiet table right at the back. Kenna, I’d Love it if you came too.”

Izzy told her to remove her clamps and get dressed but leave her collar on. Izzy also wanted her leash. Kenna gave her a look of sheer horror.

“I can’t go outside wearing a slave collar. Everyone will know what it means, and someone might find it offensive.”

“Do you want to use your safeword?”

Kenna agonized; she could already feel slick running down the side of her leg from the thought of being seen in public like this. She shook her head and ran upstairs. She came down a minute later in sneakers, a mid-thigh summer skirt, and a plain white tee. Her hard nipples betrayed the lack of a bra.

She handed her leash to Izzy, who attached it to her collar and passed the leash to Amy.

“Kenna, since you are wearing your collar, you will be Little Songbird while we are out. Allons-y.”

They got in Amy’s car and drove to within a block of the café before getting out and walking. The Songbird breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the café without interaction. The young waitress, who was clearly a friend of Amy’s, snickered at the sight of a collared girl being walked on a leash.

“Who’s your little friend?”

“Ashley, this is Little Songbird. She is Izzy’s Sex slave,” Amy said and winked.

Little Songbird turned bright red as Ashley kissed her lips and gave the leash a sharp tug. She led them to the back table.

“Little Songbird, kneel at my side while Amy and I talk.”

Songbird had expected to sit and chat and wasn’t expecting further public humiliation. She’d promised to obey Izzy, who kept finding more and more ways to humiliate her.

Amy and Ashley looked fascinated as the collared girl knelt submissively at the side of Izzy’s chair, then giggled to each other. After the three of them had ordered, Amy demanded a full explanation.

Izzy had just started explaining the history of their D/s relationship when the bell indicated another person had entered the café. He made a beeline for them. It was Cody, who was a femme gay kid from their high school class.

He saw the kneeling girl and had to make a scene.

“Oh, girl, just look at you, all dolled up in your collar and leash, kneeling submissively. If only I could get one of the football team to kneel like this for me,” he patted his cheeks and smirked.

He joined them at the table, and Izzy restarted her story. The food and drinks came. Izzy put Songbird’s mug of Hot chocolate on the floor for her. She periodically broke off a piece of pound cake and made Songbird eat it off her palm without using her hands.

When Ashley asked Cody for his order, he also asked for a water bowl for the puppy.

Ashley snickered, “We actually have dog bowls for when people bring their pets in.”

“Cody, I am NOT into pet-play. That’s not what Izzy and I do together,” but she found her protest ignored.

Ashley set down a bright teal bowl with the name Fifi written on it, “Go on, little puppy, drink.”

Any proffered some of her cupcake, which the Songbird took submissively from her palm and then thanked her. Amy still hadn’t let go of the leash and was getting wet thinking about what she’d like to make the girl do.

“I want to see my puppy-girl drink from the bowl that Ashley brought.”

The Songbird winced, but she’d agreed to be humiliated; she bent forward and lapped the water like a dog. Ashley snickered, “Good puppy.” Somehow being called a good puppy just made it more humiliating.

Click. Little Songbird looked up to see Ashley had just taken a photo of her lapping the water bowl.

“Don’t worry, puppy-girl, your face doesn’t show. I’m putting this on IG and tagging Amy.”

Izzy piped up, “My IG handle is @IzzyOnTop; tag me too.”

The humiliation made Kenna want to pee, “Mistress Izzy, may I have permission to go to the bathroom?”

Cody quickly interjected, “I’ll walk the puppy-girl.”

Little Songbird looked pleadingly at Izzy who giggled.

“Do you want to safeword out?”

Songbird felt a new burst of slick between her legs and shook her head, Cody grabbed the leash from Amy, told her to get on all fours, and set off with the puppy. When they got to the bathroom, he tried to go in with her. She stood up and pushed him back firmly.

“Bad puppy, you need to stay on all fours until you are in the bathroom,” he walked her in and then waited outside. She realized Cody would expect her to behave like a puppy when she was done. She unlocked the door, got down on all fours, and scratched the door to indicate she was ready.

As Cody walked her out of the bathroom, an older woman, probably in her mid-50’s was waiting. She took a curious look as Cody led a leashed girl out on her hands and knees.

On her way back from the bathroom, the older woman stopped at their table and saw Little Songbird kneeling submissively at Izzy’s side.

“You’re Richard’s daughter, aren’t you?” Izzy nodded. She smiled, “Richard has shown me photos of you over the years. That explains you having a sub. Tell your dad Evelynn says Hi.”

Amy used the gap to suggest, “Izzy, let’s head back to your place; I want to play with your friend.”

Songbird added, “Mistress, I’m so wet from all the humiliation that I need relief.”

They bid adieu to Cody. As they walked back to the car, Amy saw another group of High School friends across the street and waved. Unfortunately, she was using her right hand to hold the leash and used that hand to wave. Her friends all saw it and started giggling. The Songbird was dying inside from shame.

Izzy looked over and blanched; Hera had been her High School nemesis. She was a half-Greek, half-Arab, gym-bunny lesbian who had no time for privileged white cis-girls like Izzy.

***

When they got out of the car at Izzy’s house, Amy took the leash and walked her in. She sat on the sofa and pulled the Songbird towards her. While beckoning her to kneel, Amy looked quizzically at Izzy to see if she would intervene. She saw no hint of disapproval.

“Little Songbird, you know what I want. Scratch my itch.”

Little Songbird looked at her Mistress for guidance, “While you were in the bathroom, I told Miss Amy you would be obedient.”

“Miss Amy, Little Songbird humbly requests permission to worship your Sex.”

Amy scooted her thong off; it was already wet through. She parted her legs and waited. The Songbird pulled her tee off, leaving her modest boobs hanging Free. Amy moaned a quiet, “please,” in anticipation as she felt the soft kisses up each side of her thighs. As the slave’s tongue reached her vulva, she lifted her legs over the arms of the chair, so she was spread wide.

Songbird did it exactly as Izzy liked: taking it slowly and building the tension. Songbird licked and sucked her labia first, taking time to thoroughly explore and lavish attention on every fold of her inner and outer lips. Izzy was, like her, an innie with petite labia that nestled neatly in their fold. Amy’s stuck out in large triangles giving much more skin for her to explore and suck.

She started licking up the centre of Amy’s slit:

“Miss Amy, I Love your taste. Thank you for letting me serve you,” Songbird moaned into her most sensitive flesh.

She moved down to probe Amy’s entrance with her tongue curled to make it stiff enough to penetrate. After a few minutes of the Songbird stroking her thighs and tongue-fucking her, Amy was impatient.

She pushed the Songbird off and told her to lie on the floor.

“Sorry girl, I need it rougher than that.”

She straddled the Songbird’s chest and kissed her fiercely, pushing her tongue relentlessly into the Songbird’s mouth, claiming it as her own.

She scooted forward, gripped the Songbird’s hair tightly, and started riding her face. The Songbird felt her lips mashed as Amy bore down hard on her. This was nothing like anything Izzy had ever done. Izzy always wanted it sensuous and slow. It was all she could do to keep her tongue moving in time with Amy’s hips as Amy’s Pussy rubbed back and forth over her face.

Izzy burst out laughing, “I see girls’ varsity hockey players like to ride Pussy as hard as they like to play the field.”

“Fuck, yes. Fucking drive my fucking cunt into her fucking face. She belongs under my cunt till I’m done.”

Songbird winced at those words but surrendered herself to the onslaught.

As she got closer, Amy kept one hand in the Songbird’s hair and reached down with the other to finger her clit. She pushed Songbird’s nose hard into her Vagina and frigged herself to a noisy Orgasm. Songbird was used to the small release of wet when Izzy came, but nothing prepared her for a squirter.

Little Songbird choked as it spurted over her face into her eyes, nostrils, and mouth. There was no escaping it. Izzy clapped and grabbed a towel for the girls to mop up.

Songbird hoped Amy was done.

“Oh, you’ve never been with a squirter before you? Yeah, sorry I didn’t warn you. Now, for round two.”

Amy moved back to straddle her again, squishing Songbird’s boobs with her butt. Songbird grunted in protest.

“Miss Amy, can you please not sit there? It’s painful.”

Any laughed and rocked her hips side to side, squishing each boob harder in turn. She reached back, lifted Songbird’s skirt, and drove a hand into her Sex. She pulled out two very wet fingers and told Songbird to suck them.

“Don’t protest too much, Songbird; you seem to be even wetter than I am.”

Izzy agreed and said she could smell the two girl’s arousal from where she was sitting

“Sorry, Songbird, I need rough Sex to cum. It doesn’t matter whether I’m being rough, the other person is, or both. I can only cum when it’s rough. You are submissive, so you get it rough.”

Amy flipped around to point down the Songbird’s body and positioned her Ass over the Songbird’s face.

She sat down heavily, blocking Songbird’s nose and mouth with her full weight. As the Songbird struggled to breathe, Amy pulled her feet tight behind the Songbird’s head to hold her in place. After 20 seconds, she lifted long enough to let her catch a breath and sat down heavily again. She started rocking her hips side to side, grinding on the Songbird’s face.

Kenna had never been smothered before and didn’t know what the hell was going on; all she knew was she was fighting for every breath, and Amy was trying to stop her breathing. She tried pulling at Amy’s thighs with her hands.

“Fuck, I Love feeling someone’s face under my butt, knowing they are sniffing my Ass while I use them as a cushion. My sorority does this to haze the pledges. I had it done to me my first year and know how humiliating it feels. The girl who sat on me had just come from the gym without showering: it was awful.”

“Last year, I got to haze the pledges, so I went for a 5-mile run then went straight to the hazing without showering. The poor pledge beneath me struggled with the sweat running down my back into my ripe crack, and my crack was really ripe as I hadn’t showered that morning. I loved every minute of it.”

After smothering her for a couple of minutes, Amy started rubbing her butt up and down the Songbird’s face in an act of pure domination.

“Lick my rosebud, Songbird, get your tongue in there all the way.”

The Songbird did as best she could as Amy ground her butt down hard against her. Finally, she leaned forward, positioning her Sex over the Songbird’s mouth, and pressed down again.

She rode the Songbird’s face more gently this time as she was already sensitive from Cumming the first time. She relaxed, enjoying the slower-paced kisses, licks, and sucking between her legs.

Izzy and Amy started chatting about experiences with other girls. Izzy confessed Kenna was the only girl she’d ever been with and didn’t even see herself as Bi; for them, it was part of the D/s relationship.

Since leaving home, Amy said she’d been Bi; she’d waited to tell friends because her parents weren’t affirming. While she went to bed with whoever she connected with as Sex was Sex, she’d been slowly moving towards only dating women since the #meToo movement.

“Amy, when was the last time you slept with a guy?”

“Easy. Just before covid began.”

“How many girls have you slept with since then?

“Nine, I think.”

“That doesn’t sound very Bi to me,” Izzy laughed.

Amy pouted at her, “you are in no position to talk, having your own lesbian Sex slave isn’t exactly straight.”

Izzy giggled, “I know, right?”

Amy felt herself getting more aroused now and focused on what Songbird was doing.

“That’s enough foreplay. I’m ready for you to take my pearl.”

Amy leaned forward as far as she could and told the Songbird to reach around and stick two fingers in her while sucking her clit. It took the Songbird a while to work out how to position her hands properly. Amy whimpered as she felt two fingers slip inside. Songbird used her fingertips to play sensuously with the sensitive pad at the top of Amy’s entrance, swirling around it.

She pushed her fingers deep inside. Amy’s moaning got louder as Songbird found her rhythm, “fuck, yes, like that.” The Songbird was soon finger fucking Amy hard in time with sucking her clit.

Amy started begging as her pleasure intensified. She started playing with her own nipples while urging and encouraging Songbird to keep going.

Amy gasped as the waves rolled successively higher and higher across her torso, bringing her closer still to what she wanted. She felt her nipples and Pussy merge into one body-sized erogenous zone where everything tingled.

She felt Songbird lift up and start stroking one side of her sensitized body with her other hand. Amy tweaked her own nipples harder, groaned, and called for the Songbird to go faster.

Little Songbird dug her nails into Amy’s side and gave Amy everything she had. She drove her fingers in as fast as possible while using every trick she knew on Amy’s clit, “Yes, yes, keep going, baby girl, that’s it, aieee.”

Izzy chose that moment to surprise them with a harder-than-usual shock from the collar. She didn’t know if Amy felt the electric current as her Pussy was so close to the collar or Kenna’s shriek from the shock was the cause, but Amy came hard on Songbird’s face moments later. Izzy chortled at catching them unawares with the shock.

Amy slumped down to lie on top of Songbird and rested her head on the girl’s thigh. She sighed and lay there in a pleasant haze while Izzy made a round of margaritas.

As Izzy came back in with the drinks, Amy was still lying prone on Kenna, “Where can I get my own Sex slave? I’m pooped. If I was with my girlfriend, she’d be expecting me to return the favour now. With a Sex slave, you can just chill and relax. I want one of my own.”

Izzy looked down at Songbird’s face half-buried under Any’s legs and saw the pleading look of desperation. Songbird had asked for relief before they left the café.

“Amy, even slave girls have sexual needs. We’d already gotten her Hot and Horny with all the humiliation at the cafe. You dominating her the way you just did, has left her in a twizzle. I think you owe her a good finger fucking, or I can get the strap-on for you.”

“Hmmm, I’ll finger fuck her. It’s more intimate. Songbird, your Pussy belongs to me now. Strip.”

Songbird obediently removed her short skirt and thong, so she was naked and lay back down with her legs apart. Amy lifted her left leg back until her knee was almost in her armpit. She lay across the leg she’d pushed back, holding it out of the way and giving her easy access to Songbird’s mouth, breast, and Pussy.