0 comments/ 14297 views/ 0 favorites Damiana's Play By: sangnox "But they are beneath me!", Niisa cried, as I forced the last of her clothing to her ankles and demanded her over my knee. I knew I had taught her better than that. I had instilled into her a sense of discipline that, as I do with her, she would treat her subs in a way that reflected the way they would properly serve her. Proper obedience would render proper treatment. Insubordination would equal a punishment reflective to the level of disobedience. It's a simple, effective way in delivering that which everyone deserved. There's a certain morale in even the most base of servitude; her own females were aware of this and took the roles without hesitation. There's simply no room for unjustified cruelty if you wish to keep things running smoothly. She had the luxury of three lovely females to do her bidding. Elena was a 5'2" bundle of red-hair that descended to her perfectly round butt, short but spicy, her slightly freckled complexion was invigorating to the carnal senses. Amarsi was of middle-eastern descent; dark hair with a naturally dark complexion, her quietened but clear accent matched well with her medium build and stature. The most audible and tallest of the three, Damiana, was loud in both her disapproval and her orgasm. Although opinionated, this busty brunette was often the first to get any order accomplished. For the most part, they'd keep everything in perfect order and tidiness around the home. They would make certain that any food desired of either one of us was present and they would take turns fixing the meals of the day. They would be expected to keep her sexual needs fulfilled when I was not at home, and with three of them having a rather high libido, it was never any problem for any one or all of them to take time in pleasuring her, and each other, whenever the order was given. There were times in which I joined in, of course, but it was often a simply beautiful sight alone in watching them. They were as fond of their Mistress as I. Although she was the alpha female of the bunch, Niisa was still my property. The pecking order had been established from the beginning. She would be in charge of their treatment and well-being and I would supervise her, correcting her when necessary, with the additional tasks of catering to my whims and needs. They would also be subject to me, as well, but it was a hierarchy in where I did not interfere unless it was my desire- or, in this case, when I came home early to discover that they were being subjected to unfair treatment. It should not have been so much of a shock, considering the previous days events, but I had made the peace and demanded no further intervention by Niisa in the situation that occurred. Here's what happened: ********* Niisa was hosting a "business party" at home. She was employed as a sales representative between adult specialty whole sellers and retail outlets. Usually working from her computer at home, she spent most of the time filling orders between the two entities; the rest of the time, she polled stores and oft-anonymous consumers on the products to determine best sellers and what the costumer required in needs when shopping for toys. However, once a month she hosted a "toy party", where retail and customer VIPs would be invited to see the newest selections, complete with demonstrations when requested. This was an additional perk with having the three girls. They were demonstration models and always anticipated the breaking in of a new product at one of these events. Not only was it a time to acquire their own allowance when a sell was made, but it was also a time in which they could present a public presentation of their loyalty and servitude for Niisa. Success in both ventures proved quite profitable for the girls. It was also quite wonderful for us, as we always kept the new toys demonstrated for that night! The three were, as expected, prepared when the guests began arriving. They were wearing matching vinyl tops and mid-thigh skirts. Each wore their own collars, which were never removed, and sat subserviently on their knees next to the little stage they had once assembled as part of their duties. Most of the guests were return patrons to the event but always had compliments ready to dish out to the girls when they came in. This always made Niisa quite proud, and me all the same, knowing that we had such objects of desire in our service. They wore nothing beneath the skirts as it would have been pointless five minutes into almost any given demonstration. Niisa usually got straight to the point in showing the products in use; it was business first, she wasn't here to make them feel good through foreplay, she was here to make sells! Today would be no different. A well-known company had released a new line of "industrial-strength real-skin" dildos and butt plugs. Previous attempts of various companies to produce one that looked and felt perfectly real was limiting. While they did appear and feel like the real thing, they only lasted a couple of weeks best when put to regular use. The faux skin would either disintegrate or tear off, both of which were serious turn-offs. These new ones promised to remain the same, use after use with a full year guarantee, to be no different than the day it was removed from the box. The company also released three prototype dildos which combined the realness of the others with an additional built-in liquid reservoir that would squirt its contents (which would be of your choice!) into one's orifices by the touch of a button. All of these seemed quite promising and I looked forward to keeping one of the prototypes at home. Once all were seated, Niisa passed around each toy to the guests that they might handle them, look them over in detail and make examinations of quality. Once the toys made their way back to Niisa, she would then pick one of the girls to ascend to the stage to prepare to demonstrate its use. The first she chose was Amarsi to take one of the larger dildos. Amarsi crawled forward and remained on all fours, flipping her skirt over her back to expose her organs for her Mistress's use. Turning Amarsi slightly that her pussy might be visible to the guests, she applied a slight amount of lubrication and began pushing it into her dark-toned folds. Amarsi moaned as she was stretched with the width of the new toy. Damiana was called forward to use it on Amarsi so that Niisa could free her hands for another demonstration to occur simultaneously. Damiana moved forward and removed the fake cock from Niisa's hands and began to pump the dildo in and out of Amarsi rather vigorously. There was no need for slow, passionate play when one was needing to determine whether or not the toy could deal with rough sex, right? This left Elena and the next, most appropriate toy, for its demonstration. Elena simply loved to have her ass toyed. She got off at having objects pushed within her rosy little hole and was elated to see that she was going to demonstrate one of the plugs. She preferred little to no lubrication, unless it was from her own honey-pot or the saliva of another person, and she turned and spread her ass shamelessly to the aroused patrons, awaiting penetration. This particular plug had a wide base, a thin neck and a long, smooth penis-shaped penetrable body. Unlike most plugs on the market, it was actually shaped like a penis for the first four inches and the thin neck contrasted to the thicker body that gave assurance that it no amount of pushing could dislodge it from its proper place. Unlike most others, it was long and uniform enough to use as a dildo for anal satisfaction; it's real-skin nature made it all the better for girls like Elena, who would all but cry at Niisa's feet, begging her to beg me to take her ass with my cock. With minimal effort, Elena's asshole was opened to the intruding shaft of the toy. Instead of plugging it immediately, Niisa thrust it in and out of her cavity in quick, deep strokes. A guest had inquired to see if the "skin" of the toy would stay in tact in the tighter, more friction-prone caverns of the ass and Elena's Mistress was thus demonstrating it. Meanwhile, I had placed another one of the dildos into the hands of Damiana to use on herself as she continued to fuck Amarsi with the other. Between gasps, Amarsi had squealed that it, indeed, did feel as real as any other cock she had ever taken. Niisa still hammered away at Elena's ass, and all was fine... Until about three minutes later when Damiana decided to drop her own dildo, complaining of her arm being tired, and said she'd get back to it when "she felt up to it". She did this in a terribly non-chalant way, as if the only thing that mattered that her arm was tired. When asked to try to find a more comfortable way at doing so, she dropped the toy used on Amarsi and sat down. This act of stubborn insubordination in front of us was bad enough, to do it in the company of others was simply too much. Clearly embarrassed, Niisa stopped what she was doing and cleanly plugged Elena, going over to Damiana and pushing her to her hands and feet. Damiana slightly resisted, raising another eyebrow within the crowd, but fell into position. Her Mistress towered over her, cursing her mentally, and then picked up one the larger dildo and, parting one of Damiana's cheeks, began to enter her ass with it. The head went cleanly in, opening her hole rather wide, but three inches into its width, Damiana let out a cry of discontent and kicked her foot back, hitting Niisa in the shin. Whether or not it was intention or out of reaction from having her ass split was irrelevant. The other two girls scampered together to the side of the stage, and I stood in alert as to what would happen next. Niisa pulled the girl's head back by the hair and demanded her to stop being a cunt in front of the crowd. The audience began to talk to themselves, wondering if it was a good time to leave or not. I apologized on behalf of Niisa and her unruly girl, making up an excuse that Damiana had heard some bad news the previous day and asked for some backup from the other two, who did nothing but sit there in silence. Surely the shock of the public display of rebellion had stunned them, but there's a time when one must do what needs to be done to prevent further problems. The crowd began to disperse, saying that there is always another day to finish the demonstration. I shrugged it off, with business being of least importance for the time, and looked to my dearly pissed one, who had now began dragging the girl by the hair off the stage. When one is being dragged in such a fashion, there's little room for non-compliance, and within seconds, the misbehaved brat was walking on all fours at Niisa's feet. I told the other two to go to their room to await further order. They moved without hesitation and I let out a small laugh to see that Elena still had her plug in. It would have been like getting a bone from a hungry dog, I figured. Before I had entered the living room, I could hear Damiana screaming. Niisa was already busy spanking her ass harshly with a brush. Red welts appeared within moments and soon the girl was sobbing upon the chair arm. Niisa didn't stop for one moment. Neither would have I, there was simply no excuse for that sort of behavior. But soon she did stop, but only to grab the dildo the girl had previously prevented entry. Spreading her cheeks apart with her fingers, she held it in the other hand and began forcing it inside of her ass. Damania cried even further, but the Mistress relentlessly pushed its entirety into the confines of her well-reddened ass and then continued beating her with the brush. "Just what the fuck did you think you would get out of that behavior?", shouted Niisa between words. I left the room, knowing she had it all in control. In the girls room, which was the largest in the house to sleep all three comfortably and provide them with some sense of personal space, the other two had curled up in Amarsi's bed together, blankets over everything but their eyes which were locked on me. It was a rather cute scene. I gave a soft laugh to myself and sat at the foot of the bed, removing the blanket and asking them to sit up. They sat up and we discussed the events. I had asked if either knew why she had been so troublesome but neither had any clue as to why it happened. There were no signs of potential problems stirring up to before the party, Elena had told me, and Amarsi shook her head in agreement. I had not been there but for thirty minutes prior to the party, so I had to play the inquisition game. No amount of questioning led me to any answers so I digressed into asking why I had been without backup when requested. I mentioned that it was their Mistress's extra income that allowed them to have such nice things when they deserve it. I admit that I expected no good response as it was likely situational that left them quiet, but I was a bit frustrated that they would fumble their words instead of being straightforward. I gave them permission to speak their minds on the matter but it didn't being about any better conversation. Had they done so, I would've left back to my Niisa. But, I told Elena to crawl on Amarsi's back and she did, knowing it was my favored position for them to be when spanking more than one, as it allowed for me to simply move my hand from up to down in delivering the blows. Both asses vertical to one another, I gave both a firm spanking with my hand. I removed Elena's plug, to her sighing displeasure, and gave it to Amarsi to go clean and put up. I ordered Elena to go pick up the other one from the stage, the one that had been inside Damiana, and do likewise with it. The two were further ordered to go to the living room once finished. Back in the living room, Niisa was in tears. I rushed over to comfort her, stepping over Damiana who was curled up at her feet and pouting, and took her into my arms. I led her back to our bedroom so that she and I could be alone for a few moments. I sat upon the bed and Niisa sat at my feet, hugging around both of my legs as I ran my hands through her soft, gorgeous, red-brown hair. At 5'6" and the full, beautifully rounded curvatures of a woman in persistent sexuality, the woman sobbed at my feet. She was clearly stressed, embarrassed and uncertain in the way that Damiana had reacted towards her. I pulled her to her feet and sat her in my lap. I held her and allowed her to cry upon my shoulder. Surely, that was an embarrassing incident, but had it been this bad? These thoughts I kept in my head as I coaxed the hurting consort of mine. I gave her a deep kiss and laid her out on the bed. Between the show of flesh earlier and the emotions at present, I had acquired a need for my own outlet, albeit in a sexual way, and I bent her over, hiked her skirt up, and entered her. She responded keenly upon my intrusion and raised her hips. Laying face down on the bed, I moved over her and kissed her neck and face as I began to grind my hips against her ass. Some of her tension gave way as her inner-thighs began to quiver and orgasm as I fucked her pussy harder and harder. It all ended in a quickie as I released mine into her and I rested against her, kissing her, leaving her on the bed as I got up. ********* In the other room, the three girls were sitting together, back against the couch. All three looked up at me and then back down as I entered the room. The only one that should have felt truly bad was Damiana, but they all shared the grief of disappointing us tonight. I requested Damiana to roll over and let me inspect her hindquarters. She did and it was clear that she had been worn out by her upset Mistress. There was places where blood had been broken from her skin, the rest showed clear signs of bruising. There was hardly a place on her backside that remained unscathed, but it was in due justification. There was no excuse for her behavior. She had been taught and trained well for the past year. She knew well of the repercussions of disobedience. She should have expected not one thing less; in fact, she should have expected even more. And she would get more, but nothing added physically. She would spend the remains of the weekend, solitarily confined to the closet. But for now, I sent Elena to gather some salve to apply to Damiana's blistered bottom. I would hate for any of the girls to risk an infection. Proper punishment is one thing, but I never wanted any of them to be less than perfectly healthy. Elena returned and Damiana rested over the couch cushions, her butt in the air. Elena put a bit of salve on both cheeks and both girls began spreading it over her, one on each cheek, until all of it had been covered. Damiana sobbed, as I am certain any amount of pressure increased the pain, but it was necessary. As Amarsi placed a little dab on the girls hurting hole, its red puckered expression exuding pain from the entry of the large dildo, I sat on the couch and put her head in my lap and asked her to explain her actions. The other two girls sat to the sides of my feet. Niisa came in a few moments later and sat next to me. She ran her hands through Damiana's hair as if to speak a soft apology for bruising her up as such. And while I would expect no apology from her, as she did what was right, the sentiment was rather sweet and I enamored her effort in expressing it. Much like punishing one's children, even intentional misdeeds should not cause a wane in the love for the transgressor. What Damiana did was embarrassing, disobedient and potentially harmful for Niisa's business, but it wasn't the end of the world. We only had to make sure that it never repeated itself. To Damiana and as much to Niisa, I told her that her physical punishment was over and no further of that nature were to come, but she should prepare her bed in the closet tonight. She sighed. Kissing each girl upon the head, I left Niisa to talk over the problem of that day and to come to terms with Damiana in assurance it would not happen again. I was finishing up a chapter in 'Thus Spake Zarathustra', when Niisa came over to my feet. She rubbed her head against them cozily and asked if she may now join me. I patted the bed in an affirmative answer and she hopped up, next to me, putting her head upon my chest and holding my hand. She said that Damiana gave her no clear answers for her behavior, which upset her all over again, so she sent her to bed in the closet early and led the other two to their respective beds that they may go to sleep. We both suggested that there must have been something to make her misbehave in such a matter. No one would do such a thing without ample reasoning. Nevertheless, we both drifted off to sleep. I was required to be at work early that morning and the entire day's activities had been rather draining. ********* I awoke and made certain all of the girls were in their proper places and sleeping well. Damiana was in a semi-fetal position in the closet, but sound asleep. The other two were deep in their sleep and Niisa barely made a stir as I went out the door. It was a constant struggle in leaving the house each and every time I had to go to work. Four lovely women slept cozily in my household. It was when I returned that I knew something was wrong. I had finished my tasks an hour early and upon entering, Amarsi and Elena were both gagged and bound to dining room chairs. While this typified bouts of unnecessary mouthiness, I felt that they would desire to do nothing after what occurred the previous day. Giving them an awkward look, I went into the closet, then the girl's room and then into our bedroom to see Niisa wailing a dragon-tail whip across Damiana's ass, having successfully re-opened the wounds from the previous night. "She said she loved you and wanted only you! That was why she gave me such a fit last night!", cried Niisa as she dropped another tail across the girls blistered ass. Damiana was also gagged, but even through it she cried loudly. I reached forward and grabbed the whip from Niisa's hand and forced her to her knees, hands behind her neck. I released the gag on the girl and pointed her to release the other girls and to go take care of herself in the bathroom. She fell off the bed, composed herself and then went to do as was ordered. Damiana's Play Outside of nightly isolation, I reprimanded, Niisa, there should not have been further punishment. But in my state of irritation, I was also quite curious as to the story and how the other girls were somehow involved. Apparently, she had overheard the three discussing last night at some point after lunch today. She iterated that the other two had "warned" her about acting out, especially considering the reason as they surmised; this implied a bit of foreknowledge on the girls part, hence them being bound and gagged in the dining room. When she walked in on them, they scattered, and Damiana remained there, silent. Upon inquisition, she stated that there was some truth to it, but specifically, Niisa said that Damiana iterated "I do want more of his attention. Much more of it. More than that of any other person. I do love him, you know?" Upon hearing the recount, it seemed a bit less suggestive than I was told upon walking into the bedroom. If that's what she had said, it is only a matter of attention, not an exclusive need of love. I walked into the bathroom where the sobbing girl stood in front of the mirror, naked and clearly hurt more than just physically. She quickly began rehashing the story and, verbatim, repeated precisely what Niisa had told me. Upon further questioning, she stated that she meant it not in a way that would divide the household or steal attention from her Mistress, but rather she felt that I gave far more attention to Elena and Amarsi than ever her and it made her jealous. Perhaps, I thought, it was the purpose of her more outspoken nature. Some submissives act in such a matter as to draw attention, even if it is negative. I reached for the salve and began to cover the girls bottom, side to side, up and down, and a dab for good measure just inside of her. I turned her around and hugged her, giving her a kiss on the lips and reminded her that all three of them were equal to me. Both had my utmost love and affection, but there should be no further displays of that behavior. Nudging up against me, she promised that nothing of that nature should ever occur again. I embraced her and told her to stay as she is, unclothed, and to go to the living room as soon as she was finished. I yelled to the other girls to do the same. I repeated the same order to Niisa. ********* And Niisa wailed as I left a large red handprint on her ass. The order to appear without clothing had been applied to her as with the other girls, but she didn't oblige. It was one thing that she directly disobeyed one order, of the cessation of further physical punishment to Damiana, another thing to rail against her in anger without discussion, and a third to come into the living room fully clothed! It was due time for the girls to see their own Mistress in due submitted form. I slipped a blindfold over Niisa's eyes and continued to spank her cherry-red cheeks. The girls were only a foot away from us as I commenced to teaching her a lesson in the meaning of servitude. They didn't smile, although I am certain they wished it, but attentively watched each swat of my hand upon her flesh and never made any sort of movement or gesture. Without calling out any names, I gestured to Amarsi to bring in the toys. To Elena, to get on her back and open her legs to the blindfolded prisoner. With Damiana, I sat her to my side and coaxed her legs. Grabbing Niisa by the hair, I shoved her face between Elena's legs and told her to guess what she needed to do. She began to say something, but was quickly muffled when her mouth was forced in full contact with Elena's pussy. Elena held back a moan and opened her legs wider. As per my directive, Amarsi applied a bit of oil to her Mistress's rear hole and to Damiana, I passed a paddle. Amarsi slipped a plug into Niisa's ass and Damiana pulled back for a homecoming swing. I dropped my arm to confirm the swing and her Mistress cried in Elena's crotch as it hit it's intended target. It must have done something for Elena, because she bit into her arm to repress what would've been otherwise loud, and released an orgasm, filling the mouth of her Mistress with her moisture. Amarsi took Elena's position and I released my cock from my pants as Damiana took me into her mouth. The whole thing, of watching the girls privileged by the mouth of my Niisa, whose ass stood facing me perfectly plugged, had got me rather hard. Damiana required no order into slipping her hot mouth upon it and did so as I placed a finger into her hot wetness, bringing out a gentle moan upon the length that she hungrily devoured. Niisa was about to make a complaint when I motioned Elena to hold her into Amarsi's cleanly shaven pussy, and she did so, holding the woman firmly in place, forcing her in no other direction but to eat the girl, who laid back and toyed with her nipples as her boss ate her out. I reached down and began to make circular motions with the plug that was firmly placed inside of her ass, pushing in on it, pulling it back out a bit, and firmly lodging it back in it's rightful place. Niisa loved her ass toyed with nearly as much as Elena, but this time it was for the pleasure of the girls and not that of hers. I removed the plug with an awful plop, and sat back, enjoying Damiana taking my full length in single swallows as Niisa ate Amarsi into an orgasm. Amarsi came and her Mistress had no choice but to take it into her mouth. I stood up and handed Damiana a strap on dildo. She put it on carefully and awaited the next command. I reached over and pushed a finger into Niisa's ass and said nothing further. I whispered to the girls to each pull back a cheek, that Damiana might achieve maximum depth. They did, and as soon as she was parted, the cock-graced girl pushed the head of her attachment into her Mistress. Niisa began to complain as to the unfair treatment, although it didn't seem so much of a complaint, and I replied by sticking her previously taken plug to her mouth. Damiana began to push the toy in and out of the tight, deep recesses of Niisa's ass. The attachment she used had the benefit of pushing in on her clit with each penetration. It wasn't long before the girl was fucking Niisa's ass as hard as I did, with a quickening breath to indicated that she, too, was going to get her relief. I removed the butt plug from Niisa's mouth and backed each girl up to her. I forced my beloved's mouth to the ass of each of the girl, one after another, having her lick up their little holes as her own was being pounded faster and faster by the same girl whose ass she previous tore apart. Elena and Amarsi both had their assholes dripping with their Mistress's saliva and just as Elena was getting hers worked upon one more time, Damiana released an orgasm as she slammed the cock fully up Niisa's ass, forcing her tongue deep into Elena's most favored recess. The girls have now had their pleasures. Now it was time for mine. I bent Damiana over and entered her soaked lips. Perhaps in some act of submissive consolation, Damiana moved herself forward and stuck her head into Niisa's thighs. I didn't object, and flipped the girl to her back, where she scooted herself to bring her Mistress down upon her face. She flicked her tongue a few times upon the clit of the punished one, and then began making long strokes across the length of her pussy as I entered hard into the girl. The other two girls were passionately kissing each other and toying with each other's lower lips. I motioned Elena to stand over Damiana, facing Niisa, and bend over to give me her ass. She did and I planted my tongue into her little sweet spot. Perfectly pliable, my tongue went well inside of it as my cock hammered into Damiana. Amarsi reached between in front of her and began to dildo her Mistress's pussy as Damiana now mouthed her clit. I reached around, albeit miraculously, rubbed on Amarsi as I continued rimming Elena and fucking Damiana. Damiana came again and I replaced her with Amarsi. With her ass beneath me, sticking nicely into the air, I entered into the girls wanting ass and began to slow stroke my cock in and out of its extra tightness. Elena moved behind Niisa and took over the job of Damiana. Damiana rested, but stuck her hand beneath Amarsi to rub her clit. The whole scene was overwhelming and within moments, I began to fill Amarsi's hole with my seed. Before I could catch my breath, the dear Mistress came into Elena's mouth. My cock slipped out of Amarsi's ass and I retired to the couch. I ordered the three girls to go clean themselves up and prepare for dinner. I relaxed but did not move Niisa. I moved my hands over her well-taken body as she laid in the floor as if in a cat-nap. I got on the floor, reached over and removed her blindfold. There was no hurt in her beautiful, darling eyes, but a sense of rapture. She reached forward and embraced me. I knew then, at that moment, that much of that had been intentional. Just as Damiana had sought attention by doing such disobedient things, so had my dear Niisa played a similar game. However, it had not been for attention, but to bring about a situation that would bring absolute pleasure to me. In this, she had duly accomplished. She nodded to the fact of all of this and gave me a sweet smile, adding that she had put Damiana and the other girls up all of it. Even at the risk of her own business ventures, she persevered in creating such a situation. I had, indeed, spent too much time at work and worrying about its annoying details. In doing so, I had nearly forgot how delightful it was to have one woman and our three darling subs at my service. That evening, I stepped out and returned with the largest, sweetest cake that I could find on the market. We all enjoyed it, on our plates, and smeared across our bodies. Indeed, the family that plays together DOES stay together!