5 comments/ 72701 views/ 9 favorites Rachel's First Woman By: sweet rachel I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get ready. Fortunately, I had just finished all the work I needed to do. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped momentarily in the bedroom to ponder the clothing you, my Master had selected for me, trying to gain some clue about your mysterious plans. You had told me you had a surprise for me tonight. Scenes and sensations from previous such surprises flashed through my mind and a chill, of both pleasure and fear, ran down my spine, shaking me out of my reverie. Continuing on into the bathroom, I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, added some jasmine-scented oil and allowed the tub to fill as I undressed and fastened my long auburn hair high on my head. As I undressed, I looked at my body in the mirror. I cupped my small breasts in my hands and gently rolled the large nipples between my fingers. I slid one hand down over my flat stomach and lightly stroked my silky smooth pussy mound. As I stepped into the tub and lowered my body into the warm, scented water, my thoughts again drifted to the mysterious evening ahead. Your surprises always set off a whirlwind of emotions in me. While I've learned they are designed to bring me intense pleasure, they are primarily attempts to break down some emotional or psychological barrier of mine - to introduce me to some new experience - to force me to face some fear – ultimately, to make me a better slave. In the short time I've been with you, you have taught me so much about pleasing you but, to my constant amazement, I am learning everyday how much pleasure my submission brings me. After soaking a bit, I picked up the shaving cream and leisurely lathered and shaved first one leg, then the other. My anticipation grew steadily as I replayed in my head the conversation you and I had had over breakfast, studying your words, your mood, your expressions for any clues as to what you were planning. But, as always, you had given me none. Just remembering the mischievous twinkle in your warm blue eyes sent a wave of arousal through me. I couldn't resist lowering my hand into the warm water and rubbing my clit, slowly but firmly, in small circles until a low moan escaped my lips and startled me back to the present. My eyes flew open and I quickly jerked my hand away, splashing water over the edge of the tub. I did not have permission to touch myself like this and you would not be pleased. I quickly stepped out of the tub and began to dry off. I massaged some lotion into my skin, dotted your favorite perfume on each wrist and between my breasts, carefully applied my make-up and moved into the bedroom to dress. I picked up the blue-gray silk blouse and slipped it on, savoring its cool, satiny feel as it slid like liquid across my erect nipples. As I began to button it, I realized that the top three buttons had been removed. I smiled and shook my head at your attention to detail, knowing that, if I wasn't careful, the blouse would fall open, giving anyone around me a view of my bare breasts. Stepping into the short, black skirt and sliding it up my legs, I was shocked at just how short it was. I worked the black, thigh-high stockings up one leg, then the other and slipped on the black, 4-inch heels. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror, I admired how long my legs looked in these heels, especially with a skirt so short. It barely covered the lacy tops of my stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed to see how well the skirt would cover me while sitting and realized that there was a slit in the left side that would show the stocking top, no matter what I did. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I wouldn't be alone. I am much bolder when I am with you than when I am out in public alone. You had also laid out a couple toys – a small vibrator and two pairs of nipple clamps – but, with no instructions for their use, I just slipped them into my purse. I left the bedroom and headed for the living room to wait for you but, as I passed the answering machine, I was surprised to see that there was a message. I hadn't heard the phone ring. It must have rung while I was running water. I pushed the button and the message played. It was you, telling me your meeting had run late. You didn't have time to come home and pick me up but you would send a cab for me at 7:00. I pouted. I would have to take a cab and enter the restaurant alone. The cab arrived right on time and I hurried from the door to the car quickly, trying to give the driver as little time as possible to notice my short skirt and my nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin silk blouse. Fortunately, the ride to the restaurant was uneventful, but it gave me more time to think about what the evening ahead would hold. All the fears I'd expressed to you in the past flashed through my mind and I wondered which one I might be forced to face tonight. Entering the restaurant, I spoke to the maitre d'. I saw his eyes shift down to my breasts and a small smile crossed his lips. I blushed deeply and couldn't help but nervously touch the top of my blouse to assure myself that I was not standing before this total stranger with a breast exposed. He escorted me into the restaurant and I was so relieved to see that you were already there. You rose to greet me, kissing me quickly on the lips and telling me I looked lovely, just as you had desired. We sat and I quickly scanned the table, noticing three glasses of wine. The table was set for three. Who would be joining us? And why? You asked me how my day was and I tried to concentrate on answering. I tried to concentrate on your face but my eyes kept darting back to that third place setting. You were amused by my efforts to look calm and unconcerned. Then, suddenly, there was a woman standing next to our table. I turned to face her but could tell that your eyes stayed on me, watching my reactions. She was beautiful. About my age, perhaps a little younger, but with a similar build. Long, dark hair and warm, brown eyes. She wore a simple but very flattering, short black dress. As I studied her curiously, she studied me with a bold, almost hungry look – but no one spoke. After my initial assessment, I realized that, while she had been standing there for several seconds, she had not even looked at you. People always look at you, particularly women – your presence commands it – but not her. I was puzzled. You finally spoke, "Hello, Sarah." Immediately, she turned her eyes to yours and I bristled at the seductive look she gave you – my Master. You felt my reaction and placed a reassuring, possessive hand on my thigh. "Hello, Sir," she said, and instantly it hit me that this woman was also a slave, but whose? And why was she here alone? You slid to your right and motioned for her to sit on my left, leaving me in the middle. She sat too close to me - I edged closer to you, her aggressive body language, even though slight, intimidated me. She may have been a sister slave but it was clear that she knew the plan for the evening and was looking forward to it. You spoke again, "Sarah, this is Rachel. My pet, this is Sarah. Her Master is an old friend of mine. He is away on business tonight and has graciously lent her to me for the evening. He felt she needed to be entertained and I felt it was the perfect opportunity to introduce you to the experience of performing for me with a sister slave." My heart skipped a beat, my stomach tightened and I felt the heat of a deep blush spread over my body. Your cell phone began to ring and you excused yourself from the table, leaving us alone. I was too overwhelmed with conflicting emotions to speak, so simply kept my eyes on my hands in my lap. Sarah took the opportunity to speak to me with a softness that surprised me after her initial boldness, "You've never been with a woman?" I shook my head. She reached out and tenderly brushed my hair from my face. I shied away from her touch slightly but she didn't back off. Placing a finger beneath my chin, she raised my head until our eyes met. There was something very warm and comforting in her eyes and my resistance began to melt. She sensed this and smiled at me, saying, "Relax, it will be fun. I was nervous, too, the first time my Master wanted me to play with another woman. But I learned quickly that, with another slave, it can be fantastic. Mistresses are a different story - I don't think I will ever get used to being used by a Mistress – but with a sister sub, well, you'll see." The warmth and underlying excitement in her voice sent a wave of relief and – was it arousal? – through my body. Finishing your phone call, you returned to the table, motioning for the waiter. You ordered for the three of us and the waiter rushed off. You turned your attention back to us and said, "Now, I want the two of you to go to the restroom. Rachel, I want you to take the vibrator you brought and work it into Sarah's pussy. Get it nice and wet and then lick it clean, as you would my cock. I want to be able to taste her on your lips when you return. Understand?" Cringing slightly, I nodded and said quietly, "Yes, Sir." Looking at Sarah, you continued, "After my slut has cleaned your juice off the vibrator, I want you to work it into her pussy, set it to medium and then you'll both return to the table." "Yes, Sir," she quickly responded and was immediately on her feet. I was not so quick to move. Seeing my hesitation and not wanting to start the evening off with you displeased, Sarah reached for my hand to pull me to my feet. You brushed her hand away and said calmly, "No, she will go on her own – because I've told her to." I felt frozen there. I looked pleadingly into your eyes but saw only your determination as you continued to look at me but speak to Sarah, more firmly now, the message clearly intended for me, "She will go on her own or we will leave right now and she will be punished." Seeing no way around it, I got to my feet and turned to follow Sarah to the restroom. Before we got two steps from the table, you caught me by my wrist and spoke again in a low voice, "But neither of you is to cum. Understand?" Once there, Sarah hugged me but scolded me for not obeying more quickly, "I know you're scared but you're going to get both of us in trouble. Relax. Trust your Master. He knows what's best for you." She continued to hold me for a few seconds, stroking my hair, then pulled back and looked into my tear-filled eyes. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, softly at first but when I tried to pull away from her, she slid her hand into my hair and pulled me back to her, kissing me more firmly, forcing her tongue into my mouth, willing me to relax and just go with it. To my great surprise, I felt a warmth begin to grow in my pussy and I began to move my tongue against hers, almost involuntarily. She moved her hand from my hair and slid it down to cup my breast, stroking the quickly hardening nipple with her thumb. I moaned and she pulled away from me with a smug grin on her face. "See how nice it can be? And it gets better. But not if we don't do as we're told. Now hurry. Get the vibrator." She was right, I knew. I didn't want to disappoint you. I pulled the vibrator from my purse as Sarah raised her skirt and spread her legs. She pushed me to my knees and said, "This will be easy – I'm already so wet!" The picture of what I must look like flashed in my head. I saw myself on my knees, staring at the shaved pussy of a woman I'd just met, preparing to slide a vibrator into her - and knowing that this was just the beginning of what you would demand of me tonight. But, surprisingly, the image in my head did not repulse me. In fact, I could feel myself getting wet and, knowing how pleased you would be if I could do this, I pushed myself to be bold. I tentatively touched her outer lips – so soft and smooth and warm – so much like my own. Relaxing a little, I touched her inner lips and she moaned softly and pressed herself ever so slightly against my hand. Emboldened and curious, I stroked my thumb over her clit and she jumped at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. I jumped too, shocked to have had such a dramatic effect on her. We looked at each other and both giggled – knowing that the ice had been broken. Spreading Sarah's inner lips, I could feel how wet she was. I pressed the tip of the vibrator against her exposed hole and it slid easily into her. She moaned and I began to pump it slowly in and out of her. With my other hand, I began to stroke her clit again until she was breathing hard and then suddenly grabbed the hand stroking her, saying, "Rachel! You've got to stop or you're going to make me cum!" I stopped but was surprised at how strong the urge to keep going was – the urge to push her over the edge and make her cum. Sliding the now very wet vibrator from her, I raised it to my lips but then my courage faltered. I don't even like tasting my own juice. How could I lick Sarah's off this vibrator? Seeming to read my thoughts, Sarah said, "The more you think about it, the harder it will be. Just do it. You'll get used to the taste and soon you'll enjoy it. I do." She was right, I was sure, so I took a deep breath and touch it to my tongue. It was not unpleasant. I licked it again and then slid as much of it as I could into my mouth, sucking every trace of her off of it. When she was sure it was clean, Sarah took the vibrator from my hand and said, "Okay, now you. Stand up. Hurry. We need to get back." I stood, raised my skirt and spread my legs. She knelt in front of me and I once again blushed, never having been so exposed before a woman before. Sarah grinned up at me and said seductively, "I wish I had more time. I can't wait to really give this pussy some attention." I giggled again but then gasped as she touched and spread my lips with one hand and dipped a finger from her other hand between them, spreading my wetness around. Then she quickly pressed the tip of the vibrator to me and slid it in. When she turned it on, I thought my knees would buckle. I braced myself briefly on her shoulders before she rose to her feet, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. You didn't miss the embarrassed but giddy grin on my face as we returned to the table and I slid in next to you. You laughed out loud and leaned over to kiss me. Your tongue parted my lips and swept across mine. As you kissed me, your hand slid up my thigh until it reached my pussy and you could feel the vibrations. I whimpered as you pressed on the base of the vibrator, pushing it deeper inside me. I was so ready to cum. As you pulled away from me, you smiled and said, "Mmm. Sarah, your pussy tastes wonderful. Don't you agree, my pet?" Sarah thanked you proudly and I nodded my head, blushing again. Our food was served and the meal passed pleasantly but slowly as you and Sarah spent most of the time chatting about her Master. Two glasses of wine and the vibrator in my pussy made it difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation. At times, I was so close to cumming I had to shift my weight and bite my lip to hold it off. You noticed every time and smiled as you tortured me with hints about the rest of the evening. Finally, to my relief, the meal was over. You spoke to Sarah, "I told your Master I would have you check in with him – let him know how the evening is going. Go, do that now and we'll meet you in the lobby." As Sarah responded, "Yes, Sir," and quickly left the table, the owner of the restaurant approached us. It was clear from your greeting that you already knew each other. You complimented him on the food, the service, the restaurant in general and then asked if you could use the privacy of his office to "make a phone call." He smiled a lecherous, knowing smile as his eyes raked over me and he said, "Of course, of course." I understood your intention, too, and was humiliated to be exposed as such a slut in front of this stranger. We got up and you lead me to the office. Once there, you quickly pushed me to my knees. Knowing what I was to do, I quickly began to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants. As I did, you told me how seeing Sarah and me together and knowing what was ahead, had made you so hard. As I licked the head of your hard cock and began to suck its length into my mouth, you twisted your fingers into my hair and told me how pleased with me you were so far. Knowing how I love sucking your cock and can sometimes cum just giving you pleasure, you reminded me that I was still not to cum. I moaned in frustrated arousal as you slid your cock in and out of my throat, simply using me for your pleasure. How was I to keep from cumming under these circumstances? Anticipating the evening all day, the experience with Sarah in the restroom, the wine, the vibrator inside me bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over throughout dinner - and now this. It was too much, but I was determined to obey and somehow succeeded in holding off yet another impending orgasm, as your grip on my hair tightened and you came deep in my throat. I got to my feet, smoothing my hair as you zipped up your pants and buckled your belt. I dreaded the long walk back through that restaurant but didn't have much time to think about it before you opened the door and lead me out. I tried to calm myself by telling myself that no one knew what I had just done, and it helped...until we passed the owner of the restaurant. I tried to hold my head up with pride and defiance but could not make eye contact and could not hide the blush of humiliation that made my whole body feel hot as he again smiled that lecherous smile. All I could hope is that he could not see the wetness running slowly down my thighs from my overly-aroused cunt. We met Sarah in the lobby and went to the car. She and I slid into the back seat and you slid in next to me. You told me to get the nipple clamps from my purse and, speaking to both of us, you said, "Bare those beautiful tits, My sluts, and put those clamps on each other. Quickly. Then I'll tell you about the game I have in mind to occupy you on the ride home." I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders and Sarah turned so I could lower the zipper on the back of her dress, allowing her to slip the straps off her shoulders and peel the top of her dress down. Sarah's breasts were perfect - maybe a cup size bigger than mine but just as firm, with large nipples very much like my own. I was mesmerized. While I had never been sexually attracted to a woman, I had always appreciated the beauty and symmetry of natural, perfect breasts and had always wondered what it would be like to feel another woman's breasts. Now, here I was, facing a pair of perfect breasts that I, not only could touch but, was being ordered to touch. I'm not sure how many seconds passed before you snapped your fingers and said, "Do it now." But there was no anger in your voice. You were too amused, entertained, aroused, or...I don't know what...by my fascination, to be irritated. Sarah moved first. Taking both of my nipples between her fingers, she rolled them gently but firmly. I moaned and closed my eyes but she squeezed harder and reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing. I quickly raised my hands to her breasts and imitated her actions, trying not to be distracted by how surreal this all seemed. Then, suddenly, I was brought fully back to reality as I felt the sharp bite of the clamps on both of my nipples simultaneously. I gasped and my hands moved involuntarily toward the pain. In a flash, I saw your hand move to slap my hands away but, it was Sarah who caught my hands in hers, restraining me until the initial shock wore off, then pulling my hands back to her breasts. Feeling the pain in my nipples, I probably pinched hers a little harder than I intended but she didn't flinch or make a sound until I put the clamps on. Even then, she only let out a low moan – demonstrating just how well-trained she was. Rachel's First Woman We turned our attention back to you as you said, "Sarah, it occurs to me that, while my little slut has tasted your pussy, you have yet to taste hers. Remove the vibrator from her cunt and lick it clean as she did earlier." So relieved to be rid of the constant stimulation that kept threatening to push me into an orgasm, I quickly turned slightly toward her and spread my legs. She slid it out of my dripping hole and into her mouth, pumping it in and out as if it were a cock, giving you quite a show. When she was finished, she licked her lips and said seductively, "Thank you, Sir. She is delicious." "Good girl," you replied with a smile, "and, yes...she is." "Now for the rules of the game," you said, a little too enthusiastically for our comfort, as you got out of the car and moved to the front seat. "You will each play with the other's pussy until one of you cums. You are not allowed to touch any other body part. Your objective, of course, is to make the other slut cum before you do. The winner, the one who holds out the longest, will be given permission to cum as she pleases for the rest of the evening – whenever she wants and as often as she wants. The loser will only be allowed to cum when given permission – and that permission will have to be earned." I instantly knew there was no way I could win this game. Sarah had much more experience and her control was so much better than mine...and I had been kept on the edge of an orgasm for hours. I opened my mouth to protest but, as if you heard the small intake of air before I spoke or, more likely because you knew me so well, you turned to me and said firmly, "Not a word." My jaw snapped shut and I slumped a little in the seat, defeated before I even started. "The game starts now, girls," you said as you pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. Sarah's hand was immediately between my legs. She slid two fingers into my hot, wet cunt, got them good and wet and went to work on my clit. I looked at her, willing her to show me some mercy but she only mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," and kept going. As I had learned in my short time as a submissive, an opportunity to cum when and as often as one pleases, is not an opportunity a slave gives up easily. She had no intention of losing this game. I had to try, though. I moved my hand to her pussy and began to rub her clit. She was also very aroused and wet. I was pleased to hear her moaning and beginning to breathe harder. Encouraged, I worked her clit harder, occasionally thrusting two fingers into her throbbing cunt, surprised at how easily I seemed to know what to do to please her. Somehow, I managed to last several minutes. And for just a few seconds, I thought I could possibly win this game. Apparently, though, that possibility crossed Sarah's mind, too, because she suddenly hooked a finger in the chain connecting the clamps on my nipples and pulled just hard enough to sharpen my pain – and I was done. I couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at me with a look of feigned innocence, as she slowly and seductively licked her fingers clean and said, too softly for you to hear, "Sorry. It was an accident." She had cheated! I wanted to say it out loud but we all knew that she, more than likely, would have won anyway. I wanted you to know how she had won but I knew that you would not appreciate me disrupting the evening with a catfight. I also knew that you were not going to cancel the rest of the evening and I really didn't want her angry with me. Besides, you had set me up to lose in the first place. There was no way you would rule in my favor on this, even if I started the argument. I looked at your reflection in the rear-view mirror and thought you looked amused. I wondered if you might actually know exactly what had happened. With a sullen look, I began to lick my own fingers clean. "Congratulations, Sarah, you did well," you said smugly, "Rachel, I'm disappointed that my own slave couldn't put forth more effort for me and hold out longer. As part of Sarah's reward, I want you to remove the clamps from her nipples and sooth the pain out of them with your mouth. Then, I want you to finish giving her the orgasm you almost gave her. As I said, Sarah, you won the game so you may cum when you please." Seeing my dismay, you spoke again, "Now, now, my slut, don't be a sore loser. Do as I said. And, for your hesitation, you'll leave your clamps on until we get home." I moved to do as you said but I was fuming. First, she had cheated and you were disappointed in me! Sore loser?!!! Then, to add to my frustration, I had to suck her tits and bring her to orgasm. I looked at her and wanted to slap the smirk off her face as she thrust her clamped breasts closer to me. I touched each of the clamps and started to release them but couldn't resist "accidentally" giving each one a quick, painful squeeze first. She gasped and frowned at me but, this time, it was I who gave her a look of innocence and said insincerely, "Sorry, it was an accident." I removed the clamp on her left breast and quickly replaced it with my tongue. She cried out as the blood rushed back into her crushed nipple but then moaned with pleasure as I sucked the nipple gently into my mouth and massaged the pain away with my tongue. Then, moving to her right breast, I repeated my actions. This time, while I was still holding her nipple in my mouth and flicking it gently with my tongue, I reached between her legs and slid two fingers into her wet pussy. I pumped them in and out a few times and began to stroke her clit with my thumb. She pulled my head closer to her, pressing my mouth harder against her breast as her hips began to move in rhythm with my hand. I pulled my fingers out and began rubbing her clit faster and harder. I increased the pressure on her sensitive nipple and her body began to shudder as her orgasm washed over her. She moaned loudly as she came and her thighs closed, stopping the motion of my hand but pressing it tightly against her cunt as it continued to spasm. I released her nipple and pulled my hand from between her thighs. Although my anger had cooled some, I was in no mood to lick her pussy juice from my fingers. I held them to her mouth and she began to suck each finger into her mouth. After all, it was the least she could do. The remaining few minutes of the ride home were quiet. You gave us permission to adjust our clothing and cover our breasts as we were getting into more traffic. When we got home, you told me to show Sarah to the guest bathroom and to get us both something to drink. We were both to meet you in the bedroom after that. Upon entering the bedroom, my eyes were instantly drawn to the items you had laid out – the largest butt plug I'd ever seen (not that I'd seen that many) and a strap-on dildo that was roughly the size of your cock. "Oh, Master," I thought, "please, don't make me take that plug in my ass!" I looked at Sarah and, despite her experience, the look on her face told me she was thinking the same thing. Drawing our attention back to you, you said, "Now, my sluts, don't get distracted by what's to come. All I want right now is to see you undress each other and lick each other's pussies." But we were distracted and our eyes drifted back to that plug. "NOW!" you commanded, and we both jumped. We each slipped off our shoes and stockings and Sarah turned so I could unzip her dress. I slid the straps off her shoulders and, as the dress fell to the floor, I ran my fingertips down her flawless back and couldn't resist the urge to brush my lips across the silky skin of her shoulder. She sighed softly and turned to face me, now completely naked. She really was a beautiful woman and I couldn't help but admire her perfect features. I reached out to trace the graceful curve of her hip as she reached forward to unbutton my blouse and slide it off my shoulders. She gently touched the clamps on my nipples and I flinched at the pain. She looked at you for permission to remove them and you nodded. I braced myself for the rush of pain as she released the first one. She quickly sucked my abused nipple into her mouth and eased the pain, as I had done for her in the car, and then moved to do the same for the other nipple. She unzipped my skirt and slid it down my legs and we moved quickly to the bed. Sarah lay down on her back and, as I climbed onto the bed, she maneuvered me into a 69 position above her, whispering, "It will be easier for you on top." Here I was – one of my greatest fears realized – staring at another woman's pussy, knowing I had no choice but to lower my head and lick and suck her wet lips - to smell and taste her. While I was still thinking, Sarah pulled my hips toward her face and lightly licked my clit, sending a shockwave through my body. Sucking it into her mouth, she gently but quickly flicked it repeatedly with her soft, warm tongue. Oh, god! This was one of the sweetest sensations I had ever felt. I pressed against her mouth, wanting more, completely consumed by the exquisite sensations she was causing me, until I heard your voice near my ear, "Are you going to let her do all the work, slut?" I lowered my head between her legs and tentatively licked her clit. The feel of her soft, pliable skin against my tongue was so different from that of a hard, unyielding cock. I licked again, a little more firmly, and could taste her wetness. She moaned against my pussy and pushed her tongue inside my aching cunt. I could feel her fingernails digging lightly into the cheeks of my ass as she pulled me down to her mouth more tightly and it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My resistance melted away and I sucked her soft, pink lips into my mouth hard enough to make her gasp. As I continued to lick and suck her clit, I could tell she was close to cumming. Instinctively, I bit down gently on her hard clit and she was overcome. She cried out as her whole body shuddered and her hips bucked against my mouth. She somehow managed to continue to work my clit, however, and within seconds, my orgasm was about to break. I let go of Sarah's clit long enough to cry out, "Master, please! May I cum?!!" From the time we had positioned ourselves on the bed, you had been moving very quietly around the room, enjoying the view from all angles. I couldn't keep track of you, so I was startled when your voice was so close to my ear. "No, you may not," was all you said, and moved out of my sight again. Whimpering, I took several deep breaths and fought back the sensation, returning my mouth to Sarah's pussy. Seeing that my legs were shaking from the strain of holding myself up, Sarah pushed me over gently and climbed into position over me. I pulled on her hips and she lowered her pussy back down to my mouth. I worked more slowly now, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy hole slowly, making her squirm and press against my mouth. Then, you were near me again, asking, "Did you enjoy making her cum, my little slut?" I nodded my head. Sarah moaned at the motion of my head. "Do you want to make her cum again?" you asked. Again, I nodded. "Put your finger in her ass," you ordered. I drew back in shock but she pressed down onto my mouth urging me not to stop. She had heard your suggestion and began begging, "Oh, yes, Rachel, please. Stick your finger in my ass. I want it, please!" Reluctantly, I placed my index finger against Sarah's puckered asshole and she moaned and pressed back against it slightly. "Do it, Rachel! Make me cum again. I want it in my ass!" You whispered in my ear, "Do it and I'll reward you, my slut. Trust me, she won't be begging like this later." I barely heard that last part, let alone understood its meaning. What I did understand was the promise of a reward. I sucked hard on her clit as I thrust my finger hard into her ass. She screamed, "OH, YES!!" and came again, forgetting about my pussy for a few seconds as she ground her cunt against my mouth, smearing her juice on my face. I found myself staring in amazement at her asshole and marveling at how tightly it contracted on my finger as she came. You knew what I was thinking and grinned that cocky, I-told-you-so grin as you said, "Now you know why I like fucking that tight asshole of yours, don't you? You can't imagine how good that feels on my cock." You were so close to me I could feel your warm breath on my face as you spoke and your words, combined with the fact that Sarah had come down enough from her orgasm to continue sucking, with renewed vigor, on my clit brought me to the brink again. I looked at you, certain you would say yes this time, and asked, "Master, please, may I cum?" I was so sure that this would be the reward you had promised. Again, you shook your head and said, "No." I was shocked and angry as I again struggled to rein myself in. You slapped Sarah's ass hard and said, "Alright, sluts, that's enough for now. Take a break." Sarah rolled off and collapsed on the bed next to me. We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. You handed each of us a glass of water and we drank greedily. After a few minutes, you sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the butt plug we'd both forgotten about. "Now," you said, "who wants this?" You looked at each of us and saw the dread in our eyes as we each shook our heads. I pleaded with you with my eyes. "Hmm," you said, "Decisions, decisions. But I did promise Rachel a reward so I guess it will have to be you, Sarah." Relief washed over me as Sarah began to beg, "Please, Sir, please don't put that plug in my ass." You gazed at her with an evil smirk and asked, "Does your Master not enjoy using your ass?" "Yes, Sir, he does," she replied timidly. "Well, maybe he'd like to use it after I return you to him - and this would certainly prepare you for him, wouldn't it?" you asked. "Yes, Sir, but..." Sarah started, hoping to change your mind somehow. "No, my decision is made," you said, cutting her off quickly, as you stood up and opened a drawer. I knew what you were looking for – the lube was in that drawer. You really were going to put that huge plug in her ass. Then I got another surprise. You handed the plug and the lube to me and said, "You do it, my slut. I want to see you force that plug into her tight asshole." I stared at the items in my hands. How could I do this to a sister slave? I don't have a dominant bone in my body and you knew that. "Do it now...or I could change my mind," you said with an ominous tone. That was all the motivation I needed. I knew in a heartbeat that Sarah would gladly trade places with me and force that thing into me. I opened the lube and began to smear it on the plug as you directed Sarah into position, on her knees, head down on the bed, ass up high, legs spread. I moved around behind her and got up on my knees. "Better put some of that lube on her, too, my pet," you suggested. Sarah whimpered as the cold lube slid over her hole. I felt sorry for her and voluntarily worked some of it into her with my finger. She whimpered and began to plead with you again when she felt the tip of the plug touch her. I hesitated and you were there, speaking into my ear again, "I know what she did to you in the car, my love. She cheated, didn't she?" At first, I was just relieved that you knew she had not won fairly. But that emotion quickly turned to anger and I suddenly pushed hard on the plug, forcing about half of it into her tight hole. She cried out but this time I didn't feel sympathy for her. She had cheated, knowing there was nothing I could do about it. She had enjoyed several orgasms while I had struggled in agony to stop every one of mine. I pushed again, harder this time and it stopped at the widest part of the plug. She was gasping, unable to get a word out, tears running down her face and soaking into the pillow. At that second, I knew I could push just a little harder and it would slip inside her, allowing her muscles to close on the narrower base...but I chose not to. I left it there, stretching her painfully. She had shown me compassion at times tonight but, she had cheated to win a game she would probably have won anyway - and that just pissed me off. Finally, her pleading got to me and I gave the plug another hard push. It slipped inside her and I watched her hole close tightly around the narrow base. "Thank you, thank you, oh, thank you," she said through sobs. I knew she must still be in a great deal of pain but she was thinking the worst was over. You stood behind me and kissed my neck. "Good girl. I'm proud of you," you murmured against my shoulder. I was shaking from the intensity of all the emotions I'd felt throughout the evening. "Now, do you still need to cum?" you asked, knowing I did. I nodded my head vigorously and said hopefully, "Oh, yes, Master." "Well, I will let you...under one condition," you responded, the mischievous, evil smirk returning to your face. You read the question in my eyes and responded, "Put on that strap-on and fuck this whore's pussy." "Oh, Sir, I couldn't...I don't know how," I said in a panic. You picked up the item and brought it to me, saying, "You'll figure it out. Just think about how you like to be fucked. Think about how I use your body." I was still reluctant but I did need to cum. You showed me how to put it on and I giggled at the sight of a big, hard cock extending out from my body. It was a very strange feeling – silly and empowering at the same time. I knelt on the bed behind Sarah again. Once she realized what was about to happen, she began sobbing again, saying, "No, please, not with this plug in my ass! Please, take it out first." I looked at you for direction and you simply shook your head, "No." I pressed the head of my fake cock against her wet pussy lips and started to push. Instantly, I realized how I was going to get my orgasm. When I pushed into her, the base of the dildo pressed right against my clit. I pressed harder and several inches disappeared into her. I did as you suggested and began to think about how you fuck me. I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in. Sarah was moaning with pleasure now as I had not begun to put pressure on the plug yet. I kept thrusting and gradually worked more and more of my "cock" into her until I was hitting the plug with each thrust and she began to cry out each time my stomach hit the base of it. I no longer cared about her pain, though. With each thrust, I was getting closer to cumming. I started thrusting into her harder and harder and finally cried out, "Oh, God! Master, please, may I cum?" "Yes, my slut," you hissed into my ear, "Cum for your Master as you fuck that bitch's cunt! And I did. I came as hard as I have ever cum in my life. My head was spinning and everything seemed a little gray to me. Not accustomed to cumming in this position and having to support my own weight, my legs started to give out and I collapsed on the bed and removed the strap-on. Sarah, who had not been given permission to move, was still holding her position. You moved to her and she shuddered as you ran your hand lightly down her back, starting at her shoulder and ending with your hand on the plug, still in her ass. Wiggling it slightly from side to side, you smiled at her soft whimpering. "Would you like to get rid of this, slut?" you asked. She nodded her head quickly and said, "Oh, please, yes, Sir." You began to unbutton your shirt as you said, "Well, if you are very, very good to me, I will take it out soon." I lay on the bed, catching my breath, my mind slowly clearing from my powerful orgasm. I watched you undress. I heard you speaking to Sarah. I saw how hard your cock was and instantly felt my pussy twitch with the desire to feel all 9" of it inside me. But suddenly it became clear to me that you intended to use her, not me. I got up from the bed and ran from the room. My goal was to lock myself in the bathroom but I didn't get that far before you caught me and pinned me to the wall, the length of your hard cock pressing against my stomach. Rachel's First Woman "Where do you think you're going, slut?" you demanded. I could hear the anger in your voice and knew I had made a huge mistake. "I can't do this, Master! I can't watch you use another woman," I cried, desperately hoping to alter your plans. "Rachel," you said firmly, "you knew this time would come. This is a part of your life now. My pleasure, wherever I choose to find it, is your primary concern now, is it not?" "Yes, Master, I do want you to be happy...but...but...what if you find out that you want her more than you want me?" I blurted out. You put a hand on either side of my face and forced me to look up into your intense eyes, "Listen to me," you said, "We will talk more about this later, but you are my pet. You have offered yourself to me and I have claimed you. I have put my mark on you. "She is nothing but a borrowed slave. Someday I may lend you to her Master in the same way and I will expect him to use you for his pleasure just as I am using her. It will not make you his...or any less mine. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly and allowed you to lead me back into the bedroom. You motioned for me to get back on the bed as you touched Sarah's shoulder and directed her into an upright but still kneeling position. She moaned as the change in position caused the large plug in her ass to shift painfully. You sat on the bed in front of her, with a leg on either side of her, and lay back against the pillows. Sarah tried to hide her concern as she looked at your cock but I could tell she was a little worried – her Master must be much smaller. But, knowing what was expected of her, Sarah leaned forward and quickly began licking it, starting at the base and sliding to the tip over and over again. Your words replayed in my head and I knew you were right, but I still didn't want to watch this. In the time I'd been with you, I'd never seen you even touch another woman and really wasn't prepared for this. I looked to your face and realized that you had been watching my reactions, reading my thought processes. You reached out and stroked her hair tenderly and I couldn't take it anymore. I made a move to get off the bed but you caught my arm and pulled me even closer, saying, "You will stay where you are and watch this slut suck your Master's cock." You released my arm and I lay still, watching through tears, as she wrapped her fingers around the base of your shaft and began to take the head into her mouth. You put both hands on the back of her head and urged her to take more of your cock. She took as much as she could but, not being accustomed to your length, she began to gag and had to back off. Even with tears still in my eyes, I had to fight a small smile of satisfaction at that sight. I hadn't been able to take all of your cock in my mouth in the beginning...but I had learned...and took great pride in it. You weren't paying attention to me anymore. We were both watching your cock slide in and out of her mouth as you used her hair to control her speed, forcing her to pump faster. You moaned and I suddenly realized that I was very aroused. I wanted to touch myself, to rub my clit and slide my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I touched your arm and asked, tentatively, "Master, may I touch myself?" You smiled smugly, knowing that once again my body's reactions were proving you right and overriding my fears and reservations. You never took your eyes off Sarah, though, as you said to me, "No, you will lie still and watch." My hips moved slowly and involuntarily as my thighs rubbed tightly together trying to provide some relief to my throbbing clit. Noticing just how aroused I was becoming by the sight and sounds of you using Sarah's mouth, you pulled her off your cock and got off the bed. Sarah rose up on her knees, looking puzzled, afraid she had displeased you in some way. I moved quickly when you told me to take your place in front of her. Sarah groaned as she was pushed back down between my spread legs – she had been on her knees a long time and they and her hips were really beginning to ache – but she eagerly began to lick my cunt, with long strokes from my tight, puckered asshole to my swollen, throbbing clit, lapping up my wetness and sending shockwaves through me. I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to see you positioning yourself behind her. She felt it too and spread her legs a little wider, wanting you inside her. Her head jerked up and she gasped as you entered her deeply in one thrust. The look of both pleasure and slight pain on her face was exquisite and I watched as you began to stroke slowly in and out of her tight but very wet hole. Quickly, the pain was gone from her face and she lowered her face back to me, now moaning softly but almost continuously against my pussy. The stimulation was too much for me and I begged you for permission to cum. To my great relief, you granted it just as Sarah increased the pressure on my clit. Feeling the vibration from her moaning, I don't think I could have stopped even if you had denied my request. I grabbed Sarah's head and held her mouth against me as my orgasm coursed through me and I screamed out in sheer, intense pleasure. I don't know if it was my orgasm that pushed her over the edge or the feeling of your hard cock pounding into her or a combination of the two but, within seconds, Sarah was cumming, too. You continued to thrust into her but, as only a true Master can, you waited for just the right second – the instant just before her orgasm peaked – and quickly pulled the plug from her ass. With that, her back arched and every muscle in her body locked in agony and ecstasy. Her screams far surpassed mine and, once her muscles relaxed, her upper body collapsed on mine. Totally in awe of what I had just witnessed, I put my arms around her and stroked her hair, pushing it back from her sweaty face. You slowed your pace, as she recovered, and enjoyed the sight of two exhausted and sweat-covered, but very satisfied slaves, lying together before you. But, by now, your need to cum was almost overwhelming. Sarah was still trying to slow her breathing but we both knew you were not finished with her yet. I heard my name and turned my attention from the limp woman on top of me to you. "Come here," you commanded, "I want you to spread her ass for me and watch me fuck her tight hole." Sarah was only partially aware of your words as I slid out from under her and moved to do as you asked. As she felt my hands on the cheeks of her ass, I could here her mumbling weakly, "Oh, please, not my ass. I'm so sore already." I don't think you heard this plea but I knew it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I recognized the look on your face and knew that nothing was going to stop you from taking what you wanted now. You positioned your cock against her hole and she jerked slightly. You slapped her ass and told her to be still. I felt sorry for her at that moment and wished I could do something to ease her discomfort. I knew she was tired and, having been bound for long periods of time myself, I knew how badly her joints were burning from being in one position so long. I could only imagine how tender her ass was already and it was about to get a lot worse. You began to push the head of your cock against her hole and it slowly disappeared inside her. Sarah moaned and her hands clenched on the tangle of sheets beneath her. For a few seconds, you moved slowly in and out of her, only working in 2 or 3 inches. Then, when her moaning stopped, you suddenly thrust hard and all the way into her. She screamed out and her hips bucked so violently I lost my grip on her. You held yourself deep inside her and growled at me, "You'd better hold her tighter, slut. Or you'll spend the whole night with that plug in your ass." Not needing any more motivation, I scrambled to regain my hold on her. She cried out as my fingernails dug into her skin but there was no way I was letting go of her again. You began to stroke in and out of her, pulling almost all the way out then thrusting hard all the way in again. Fortunately for her, it wasn't long before you could hold out no longer and, giving her several particularly hard thrusts, you came hard, filling her ass with wave after wave of your hot cum. You pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her, rolling her over and finally allowing her to straighten out her aching joints and stretch her exhausted muscles. I went to get us each a glass of water and towels to clean us all up. When I returned, Sarah was asleep. After cleaning you, I cleaned her up as well as I could without waking her. You motioned for me to join the two of you on the bed and I curled up contentedly in the crook of your arm and fell asleep with a smile on my face as you stroked my hair and told me how proud you were of me.