0 comments/ 24461 views/ 2 favorites JFT Tales - Ride, Ch. 01 By: jenyes The skin padding the lower half of my palms was rubbing raw, as was that on my knees and the top of my feet. My back aching with the weight of carrying my lover as she rode me about the house. Filled at one end with a long, thick plug, adorned with long strands of black hair that waved and swayed between my legs; the other with a hard, slightly slimy leather bit used to turn and control my movements. Dangling from the tips of my breasts, small metal balls attached to clips that stretch and torture my nipples. She was still clothed but I could sense her excitement by the heat warming my lower back and by the relish with which she would twist to slap my ass from time to time. Her feet and legs the only visible parts to me, her feet in a pair of spiked heels and legs enclosed by shimmery dark hose. The tip of one shoe still shiny from when she rubbed me between the legs with it after she had slid the plug end of the tail into me. One hand gripped my hair and yanked it back to get me to stop. In my concentration to make her ride comfortable, I missed the bell. It rang again and was clear even over my labored panting around the bit. "Wait here," she directed as her feet set down on the ground and she lifted off me. I turned my head and watched her shapely, firm legs and ass as she left the room. A door opens and greetings exchanged. The second voice familiar but a shock as not someone I would have expected. Was she being sent away? I can make out snatches of conversation but the voices remain distant. Then quiet, the seconds slowly ticking by. I wait and fight the pounding in my ears to hear, rather than imagine what is being said or done. Finally footsteps. Two sets and I suck air loudly in a panic to try to control myself. Can she really be coming here now? Will she be allowed to see me in this state? OMG, what will she think? The questions exploding in my mind, making my arms shake as I stay crouched as she left me. The door squeaks and, wide-eyed, I turn to face it. My lover enters first and pulls her in by the hand behind her. My fears confirmed, Sarah smiles at me with a look of, not quite surprise, but wonder and curiosity. Dressed in an outfit I helped her pick out, the half-sleeve blouse buttoned up to ensure that the fullness of her breasts are accentuated, the skirt oh so short with a small slit over the left thigh to allow a daring glimpse, or at least imply it, at the upper limits of her inner thighs. Like my lover, a pair of spiked heels, hers with a strap about the ankle, raise her up and give added definition to her calf's. Unlike her, legs are bare although I think dark hose would have been a better choice. Over her shoulder, a large overnight bag, the sight of which increases the growing ball of terror within my guts. Sarah's hand is locked with my Mistress' with the fingers of the other stroking and tracing up and down the length of her arm. A position I have occupied many times before as the proud bitch of my lover. Sarah's eyes never leave me, although they shift along my body and its adornments. "Didn't I tell you she looks so sexy with her tail? My very pretty pony." Sarah nods and I can almost feel her hand tighten in my Mistress'. Unable, or afraid to, move, I watch frozen as she turns her face into Sarah's hair and nuzzles at her ear. A whisper exchanged that I miss but Sarah's eyes are sparkling. "I invited Sarah here for the night. Or perhaps longer. And," as she speaks her free hand lifts and slowly undoes the top button of Sarah's top, "as you can see, she agreed." Her fingers gently pull open and spread the top button of Sarah's blouse, then lower and undo the second one with a practiced ease. The movements casual and measured, with no rush at all. The blouse again opened and smoothed before the next button and then the fourth is laid bare, baring also the soft swell of her breasts and then the lace of the demi bra that barely manages to contain them. Slipping her hand inside to cup and weigh the fullness of one breast, my Mistress leans in to kiss her. Their lips meeting tenderly but soon opening and lips and tongues moving with passion and desire. Sarah using both hands to cling to the single one in her grasp. The kiss breaks and she glances at me then back to Sarah. "Would you like to ride her?" Then, before Sarah can answer, she shakes her head, "Oh silly question, of course you will ride her. Its really a matter of when." You both trade smiles and, in unison, gaze back at me. Her hand retreats from inside Sarah's top and travels down her side. Reaching the hem of her skirt, she raises it while stepping sideways, the motion forcing Sarah to turn as well so that her rear is facing me. The raised skirt first reveals a thin band of material stretching over her hips and joined before disappearing between her ass cheeks. Turning Sarah again for a moment, I see the bare minimal patch that covers Sarah's pussy that is supported by those twin strings. The skirt's hem still up, my Mistress rubs one cheek before giving it a hard slap and drawing a gasp of surprise, and pleasure, from Sarah's mouth. "Such a nice tight ass. And I think that it will warm so nicely under my hand. What do you think Sarah, should I continue? Or would you rather watch me beat my bitch first as I promised you?" Sarah's head drops to her shoulder, her lips move but I'm unable to make out the words. This draws another slap of my Mistress' hand. "Speak up! I barely heard you and I'm sure Jenny didn't at all." This instruction given with another slap of her hand upon the blushing flesh of Sarah's bum. "I want to see you hit her." The words torn from Sarah's lips then smothered by my Mistress' as she acknowledges her wish with a series of kisses broken with small snatches of additional questions and promises. "Will it get you hot to see me strike her?" "Yes...." "You know she needs and enjoys a firm, strong hand..." "I've wondered..." "It makes her fuck that much harder..." "Mmmmm" Her hand wanders up into Sarah's hair at the back of her head and I see her fingers dig in, then pull Sarah's head back. Her lips traveling along her throat up towards her ear. "I like my bitch...my bitches...to fuck hard, you know that don't you?" "Y...yesss..." "And you want me to beat you too, don't you Sarah? You want to be my bitch as well." As the tongue invades her ear, Sarah pulls the clutched hand with hers at her crotch, attempting to rub herself upon them. "Mmmmm...yes..." The yes said so softly it almost didn't register but, then again, it wasn't really needed. Any chance to repeat it louder taken away as Sarah's mouth was taken again by my lover's. The kiss deep and hard with Sarah sucking wetly at her tongue. Then with a sharp shove, she separates from Sarah and takes two quick steps to me. Her hand arcing along with the second step and slapping me hard across the face, knocking the bit out of my mouth. I'm hypnotized by the glee in her eyes as she grabs my hair and strikes me twice more across the face before ordering me to stand. She gives me one soft kiss and a gentle caress on my cheek before taking a half step back. Then her hand moves up and down, slapping the clamp and weight off one breast then the other. "Do you want to watch me fuck her?" Her hand rising and falling, raising a blush then a burning redness to my left breast. I don't answer and she pinches and twists my nipple rudely before stretching it out and beating the taunt skin of my breast some more. "Oh I know you do...and you will. You will watch me bitch her, bitch fuck her and beat her to my heart's delight." Her fingers pressing down harder, squeezing my nipple to a level never explored before. As my mouth opens to let a long moan escape, she slaps me again. "Do you think she will make a good bitch?" Her next slap makes me fall to the floor. Looking up at, and past her, I see Sarah madly rubbing at her sex with both hands while she watches us. My Mistress grabs a handful of my hair and twists my head with the other hand held high. "Well...will she?" And the hand flies down and cracks the stillness of the room with the loud blow. I turn my hot face back to her, "Not as good as me..." and see her lips curl up into a grin. She pushes my head down and tells me to get back on my hands and knees. Then she instructs Sarah to mount me. Sarah's heels tap tap on the floor as she nears but it stopped before she sits down on me. "Take off your thong." Followed by the sound of fabric sliding down flesh and one shoe then the other banging on the floor in the effort to get it off. Sarah is then upon me, her hot wet pussy lighting up the skin on my back. "Open." "She lost her bit so this will do instead." My mouth is filled, with the corners pulled back, as the wet thong is inserted and the side straps pulled back behind my head for Sarah to hold as reins. My Mistress gives one ass cheek then the other a short series of slaps to warm me to the coming task. "Take her to my bed." I crawl towards the hall and the stairs, scraping my hands and knees some more as I do. My pace slow and measured which is quickly corrected by a swift lash from my Mistress' crop on my upper thigh/lower cheek. Sarah hooking her legs under me and using the thong-bit, along with a handful of hair, to stay balanced. The climb up the stairs difficult and painful with the thong ripping at my mouth and the constant pull at my hair. My Mistress continued to lash me to keep me from stopping or depositing Sarah to the stairs. Finally at the top, Sarah whispers a kindness and touches my face, her kindness rewarded with another wicked kiss of the crop on my ass. Sarah dismounts at bedside and stands beside me as we wait for my Mistress' next command. She stands with hands on hips inspecting us both with the crop pointed skyward at an angle from her hip. "Don't you think you should thank my pony for carrying you here?" Kneeling next to me, Sarah removes the bit before taking my face between her hands and softly kissing me. Our mouths meld together with tongues renewing acquaintances just as her head is jerked back. "That's enough for now. Get undressed. And you go over there." She points to the floor adjacent to foot of the bed and I move quickly to the stop. Sarah removes her top and her bra in short order, standing with nipples hard and proud for us to see, her heavy breasts bobbing slightly as she tosses them aside. She unzips and scoots out of her skirt. "No, leave them on." My Mistress indicates her heels and I think that they do enhance her legs but that they are pointless in bed. However, I keep my opinion to myself knowing that to offer it would not be welcome. Sarah is beckoned closer and begins to undress my Mistress. She does so carefully and with many small caresses, demonstrating her appreciation for her beauty and in thanks. Beneath her skirt, she wore panties and a garter attached to her hose. Sarah was allowed to pull down her panties but not the garter, the hose or the heels on her feet. Instead Sarah is permitted to run her hands up and down my Mistress' legs, her lips planting little kisses along the tops of the hose. As she moves her face towards the other leg, I can't help but notice how Sarah casually brushes her nose into the patch of fur covering her mound. Pausing there for a second to inhale her fragrance before finding the soft skin above the second stocking. Fingers snake and curl in Sarah's hair and she raises up to stand face-to-face with my lover. One hand slips to the back of her head, holding her for the long, sensuous kiss they exchange. Both sets of full breasts pressing together and plumping out as mouths suck at each other. Sarah is led to the bed and they continue their embrace upon the mattress. Hands moving from breasts, to sides, to arms, to faces, to bellies, to legs, to asses, soft erotic caresses as they begin to become familiar with each other's body and triggers. Kissing nonstop, nylon covered knee between non-nylon covered legs, the pair of heels adding a visual foot fetish element that I suddenly find overwhelming. A long finger disappears into Sarah's sex, then reappears to wet her clit. Rubbing it and making her hips rotate in response. Then the finger returns to her hot, liquid tunnel, exploring it over and over until Sarah's moans interrupt the kissing. The wet finger gleams as it plays again at the hard nub, making Sarah's movements more frantic as she pushes and raises her hip in time with its dance. My lover kisses up the swell of the nearest breast, then captures its tip with teeth pulling followed by tongue pressing within the open mouth that claims and nurses from the breast. Sarah is brought to the edge but not over, the finger withdrawn, leaving her panting with eyes tightly closed. The finger glosses Sarah's lips with her own wetness and then is fed to her. I watch and listen to her slurp on the digit in her mouth and wish that I could also taste her juice. Glancing down, I see Sarah's pussy lips are still open from the recent invasion with the lips thick and slick and I know that she is wordlessly begging for more attention there. The finger travels again over her lips, circling twice before the open palm of my Mistress' hand slips under her head and directs Sarah up and down. Sarah suckles eagerly at a breast, eyes still closed with mouth working intently. Her tongue darts out from time to time as she manipulates the nipple and draws it erect. Sarah's right hand is covered and pulled between my Mistress' legs, the fingers plowing together in the fur then into the opening valley. "Wet your fingers, then play with my clit." Sarah is happy to oblige and I see her open my Mistress' folds and ease one finger then another into her. As Sarah turns her hand to finger deeper, I see the bloated and stiff clit demanding attention and tribute. "Use your fingers. Not too hard but I want you to pull me. Jerk my clit." Sarah sucking becomes louder, greedy, as her slick fingers turn to the task. They move around and over her engorged clit before they gently pinch together to hold it. Instinctively, she tugs it carefully, gently with short quickening strokes. "Mmmmm, yes that's it. Jerk my little cock. Get it good and hard so I can fuck you with it." Sarah's mouth pops off her breast and she moans out, "Can I look? I want to see it." A twist of her hair and Sarah's head is pushed down with this wish granted. Her head laid across her belly, her eyes wide as she spy's the long, thick nub between her fingers. Gifted in length, Sarah is drawn to it as all the others have before, so erotic and full of promise. "Its so beautiful. I've never seen anything like it," Sarah's voice carrying a tint of awe as her fingers slightly twist and stretch it further. My Mistress' head falls back in delight and joy at Sarah's ministrations and platitudes. "Use your mouth. Suck it and make me cum." Sarah head swiftly moves and she takes her. I can hear the sucking as her lips and tongue join in to bring her ecstasy. Her head held, my Mistress' hips thrusting upwards in hard, short bursts as she fucks her mouth. With a verbal growl, "Wrap your lips around it and SUCK. Do it BITCH. Do it NOW." Wishing it was me being commanded to suck it, knowing that I knew exactly what was wanted and how it was wanted, instead I was delegated to ogling the instruction of Sarah. I had to observe her being shoved and kicked until she was properly between her legs, legs whose ankles soon hooked over the small of Sarah's back while her face was fucked. Fucked hard and brutal as my Mistress took and made use of her mouth and lips, bodies twisting on the bed as she reached her climax and came on Sarah's face. JFT Tales - Ride, Ch. 02 Released, Sarah attempted to move up her body, gliding her own very wet pussy along my Mistress' leg. An attempt that was rebuffed with her head yanked back, an angry fistful of hair used to impel her right back down. "You're not done yet." Sarah's mouth and chin shiny and wet as she looks up at her. Then she kisses at the firm flesh exposed above the nylons as the legs are pulled up to her chest, exposing her backside. Sarah understanding, extended her pink muscle and glides down between the folds and into the dark star; Sarah's hands separating her cheeks so that she can lick deeply. Holding her knees to her chest, my Mistress wiggles her butt down on Sarah's face. I can see the tendons in Sarah's neck strain as her jaw moves and I know that her tongue has found the puckered entrance and is working a bit of magic there. Knowing from experience that Sarah will please her well here without need for much direction. "Oh, that's it. Eat my ass." My Mistress' hand brushing Sarah's locks off her forehead so that they can make eye contact as Sarah's tongue explores her dark depths. "You do like licking ass don't you, Sarah?" the words said softly with a smile now. "That's good, because my bitches must always..." the sentence interrupted by a sharp gasp and then a glance my way, "mmmmm, she's got it inside me already..." her hips rocking, "...I think she'll make a fine bitch." A hand to Sarah's forehead pushes her back as my Mistress' legs lower and she turns to her side. Reaching for several pillows, she rolls them under her as she finishes her spin onto her belly, now with her ass raised up. "Ok, get back to it. I know you weren't done were you?" A evil, wicked grin on her face as she looks back over her shoulder at Sarah, and at me behind her at the foot of the bed. Sarah's hands pull her cheeks wide, allowing me to see the rosebud that is quickly licked and rimmed before Sarah's head moves in and hides it from my sight. With her head resting on her crossed arms, my Mistress offers her encouragement and tortures me further. "Mmmmm that feels so good. Get your tongue in deeper. Yes, like that...." Soft moans and sighs follow as she luxuriates in having her ass licked. With each flex of her facial muscles as Sarah wiggles her tongue in and out of her anal tunnel, my ass clenches on the large plug filling my ass, and a look from my Mistress tells me that she knows precisely what I am thinking and suffering. "Get your fingers wet again. I want you to jerk me while you eat my ass." I feel a rivet of wetness oozing down my thigh as I see Sarah probe for moisture then take hold on her clit again. Wet sucking sounds coming from her mouth as her forearm moves slightly bringing my Mistress' head up again. "You got me so hard. Pull faster but not so hard. Jerk my clit you bitch, jerk it good and I'll fuck you with it next but don't you dare take that tongue out of my ass!" Sarah makes lewd whimpering noises as she presses her face tight to her ass and pulls at the wicked hardness that she desires more than anything before in her life. Unable to touch herself, her legs are wrapped tight together and she grinds against the mattress. "Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you BITCH?" Sarah can't answer and is thrust backwards as my Mistress pushes up on her knees and gyrates in one fluid movement over the now prone Sarah. Sarah looks up into my face briefly before I'm obscured by the body between us. Sarah immediately spreads her legs and lifts up her knees as my Mistress settles in between them. "Ohhhh..." spoken in surprise and awe as Sarah feels the hardness of my Mistress' erect clit in her cunt. Amazed that she is actually inside her even though she had felt and sucked and seen the miniature cock that was my Mistress' clit. The two woman locked together at the crotch as they fuck wildly in an effort to cum. "Mmmmm, your pussy is so nice and wet for me. I like bitches with hot wet cunts, don't I baby?" Her voice shaky and tainted with raw lust, Sarah ends her silence, "Fuck me. Please fuck me and let me cum." But instead of complying, my Mistress stops moving and holds frozen above Sarah. Sarah who humps and cries and thrusts and rolls in an effort to gain the crest and achieve orgasm. But held tight, she cannot do so. "And what else? What else do you want and will you give me?" A smile flowing from her lips and eyes as she looks into Sarah's wide eyes below her. "Fuck me. Make me your bitch! I want to be your bitch. But please fuck me, I need to cum!" Their breasts smash together as my Mistress lowers down, bringing her mouth to Sarah's ear. "And what else?" Her teeth bite down on Sarah's earlobe and stretch it out, stretching it painfully out. A howl of pain, mouth openly and closing then the whispered request in a tiny voice, "...and slap me..." her voice gaining volume, "and...beat me..." a sharp intake of air, "beat me like your bitch Jenny." "I will Sarah, I will. But not now, now is for fucking...as long as you know what you want." And with that her hips begin to move again. Humping and grinding Sarah into the bed, her mouth moving from ear to lips, drowning out Sarah's cries in a deep kiss. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sounds filling the room. No more words, only grunts and pants and moans. Sarah fucked and allowed to cum then fucked some more. Fucked until my, our, Mistress reaches her orgasm. Afterwards, they laid together for a while resting until their breathing was back to normal and the sheen of sweat upon them faded. Sarah lain, with a look of satisfaction, flat on her back with our Mistress' leg over hers and her head resting on Sarah's shoulder. A satisfaction that turned her lips upward into a soft smile as a hand drifted up and ran fingers around the swell of a breast and around a nipple. Six eyes watching the fingers as they teased the nipple, guiding round it, over it, a finger circling lightly upon the tip. The nipple responding and resuming its full height, becoming easy prey for the fingers that pinched it, pinched it hard and pulled it out. Stretching it and stretching it until the look of satisfaction changed and Sarah had to close her eyes and bite her lower lip to remain quiet. The nipple snapping back as it slipped out but, just a quickly reclaimed and tugged again, twisted as well as pulled this time until, several long seconds later, finally let go by design, Slipping out of bed, our Mistress goes to her closet and finds her duffel bag. We both peer intently as she finds then steps into a strap on harness graced with a large black dildo, lifelike including a budging vein that snakes up the underside between a thick mushroom head and set of heavy balls. Returning with a giant tube of tube in hand, she kneels next to Sarah's head with the cock dangling. Sarah goes up on one elbow and takes the cock into her mouth. Sucking at it, wetting it with her tongue, she begins to prepare it and I wonder if any of my residue remains on it. A slight aftertaste that Sarah might relish without understanding its source. Hips moving forward to feed more of the cock to Sarah, "Come on, open up and suck my cock good. Show me if you can be trusted as a real cock sucking whore if needed." Sarah's lips thin out as they surround the girth of the realistic man meat stuffed further inside her face. Hands on her head, hips slightly rocking, she is fed more of it and I can hear her hum and swallow at it. Pulled back until just the tip is inside her lips, Sarah's tongue is visible as she uses it along the glands and into the perfect piss hole at its apex. "Hold still and open." Sarah's eyes look upwards as the hands grip her head tighter. A slow and steady thrust forward of hips and the cock begins to disappear. I watch amazed as it descends ever deeper into Sarah's throat, her nose billowing to take air. "She's done this before," the words directed to me as the entire shaft of the cock is hidden by Sarah's lips. Even though there is no more to be had, I see her hips continue to push forward with a little rotation that makes Sarah's head jiggle and twist. Then, as slow as it entered, the cock makes its return. Glistening and wet, inch by inch it exits Sarah's mouth and throat. When again only the head remains engulfed, I see fingers tighten in her hair and the beast is pushed back in, faster this time, and buried once more. "Oh my, she is good at this isn't she? Well, lets see how she handles a face fucking." Sarah eventually gags as the cock is propelled in and out. The sound of which brings a wicked grin on our Mistress' face but no let up in her movements. Then with a snarl she reminds her that she better not gag any more as she grinds back down into her. Spit is dripping from Sarah's chin as the cock is pulled back and out. More saliva pouring out from her lips as the head sways before her lips, the cock shiny and dripping as well. Sarah closes and swallows then quickly opens her lips and waits, the head swaying close and threatening reentry. "Should I fuck you with this now Sarah? Do you want this big thick cock inside you?" "Yes Mistress." "Tell me what you want me to do with it." "Please fuck me Mistress. Shove that cock inside my pussy." "Just your pussy?" "No Mistress." Sarah is laid back on the bed with our Mistress positioning herself between her spread legs. The cock sinks deeply inside her and the two return to a passionate coupling as before, but this time with long sure thrusts where the cock never breaks contact with Sarah's tight innards. Several minutes in, they switch places with our Mistress on her back and Sarah lowering herself down upon the black shaft. Her tits bouncing as she rides it, fucking herself good and hard upon it. Nearing orgasm, Sarah is directed to face the other direction and she turns upon the cock and takes hold of our Mistress' ankles. Her hips rotating and rocking, her rosebud visible to us as the dark meat brings her closer and closer. Sarah anticipates some attention there but it does not come. But the anticipation drives her faster and harder upon the cock and she cums loudly for us to hear. "Now clean my cock of your juice, but use only your lips and tongue so we can see." Sarah performs quickly. Licking and kissing at the shaft as she chases after every drop. "Don't forget my balls. Show us how you take care of your man after he's fucked you." The pink tongue slides over and around the black pouch at the base of the cock. Her mouth opens and she engulfs them, forgetting the instruction not to use her mouth, before letting them back into the open. Sarah gently lifts at one leg to allow her tongue to move from balls into the deep crevice of our Mistress' ass. Wiggling in between her cheeks to find the puckered opening. "Mmmmm I'm sure your man enjoys his ass licked, doesn't he?" Sarah pushes both legs up before responding, "Yes Mistress he does," with her tongue sliding back in and rimming her as best she can despite the strap of the harness. "And do you get him hard again this way. To fuck some more?" "Yes Mistress," Sarah licks up over the balls and up the shaft. Her eyes on the face of our Mistress as the tip of her pink tongue plays at the underside of the cock's crown. Bodies moving about the bed until Sarah finds herself on hands and knees, the fat head of the cock rubbed up and down between her legs before finding its home in her cunt. Sarah's head jerked back with hair pulled hard with each thrust forward. The bed squeaking as Sarah is hammered with the fake cock, both of them breathing hard and moaning as our Mistress drives the cock home. Another shifting of bodies and they are spooning on the bed, Sarah's upper leg lifted so I can see the cock sliding in and out, in and out; her pussy, her cunt fucked completely and leaking. Sarah's breasts both held firmly by two hands, her nipples peeking out amid fingers, when they aren't being twisted and pulled. Our Mistress nuzzles against Sarah's ear and tells her that she wants to be jerked and sucked again. Her hand unsnaps the harness, leaving the cock inside Sarah as she rolls onto her back. Sarah's body is shiny again from the recent exertion and her hair matted on one side as she crawls down between her legs. A sharp gasp as Sarah's fingers finds her clit and begins her stroking of it. Sarah's face close and intense with concentration as she manipulates it without being too rough or not firm enough. I see her lips pucker and blow a stream of air at it, drawing a long deep moan from our Mistress. "Suck me damn you...." the complaint cut off in mid sentence as Sarah takes her clit in her mouth and wetly, loudly and greedily sucks it. Despite her need, our Mistress is so sensitive that she involuntarily moves her body away from the hot wet mouth that seeks to give her pleasure. A mouth that locks and follows along with every attempt to escape it, the two of them struggling; one to give all that she can, the other to take it but at the same time avoid it. At one point their battle ends with Sarah face up on the bed, straddled and smothered with humping hips. Our mistress' arms a knot of tendons as her fingers stab into the top of the headboard and grinds down upon the face below her. Breasts jiggling in the mashing and sucking that fills my eyes and ears and mind. Collapsing down beside Sarah after cumming, our Mistress continues her torture of me by taking Sarah in her arms and kissing her sweaty face and mouth, their bodies molding together. They drift off to sleep together, leaving me stolen moments to sneak a quick rub of myself. I dare not cum and stop long before I threaten to do so. Laying my head down on the foot of the mattress, I join them in sleep, although mine is troubled and short. Waking to movements on the bed. JFT Tales - Ride, Ch. 03 Sarah touches my face and lips as she is now looking at me from her position on the mattress. I smile at her but see that her thoughts are elsewhere, and that I really am not registering in her mind. I see her eyes flutter and hear a soft gasp along with a gentle rocking on the bed. Looking down, or rather up, I see Sarah's legs folded up to her chest with our Mistress using her stiletto heel in Sarah's ass, rocking it in and out. The motion steady with the flat bottom of the shoe pressed down on her pussy with the front end rolling over her clit as the heel is withdrawn. "I'm going to fuck your ass next, you know that don't you Sarah?" "Mmmmm yes but you are now." "No. I mean that I am really going to fuck you, with my strap on. Like a bitch, without mercy until I cum. That is how I'm going to fuck your ass Sarah. Like I fuck Jenny." "Will you do it now?" In response, the pencil thin heel is withdrawn from Sarah's ass and Sarah is pulled out of the bed to help our Mistress don the harness and cock. She lubes it for her and makes to get back into bed when she is stopped, led to the door where she is pressed face first into it. "Spread your ass for me." Sarah leans her face against the door and reaches back to grab both cheeks. Her fingers dig in and open herself up, exposing the tight rosebud that was hidden there. "Ask me to do it," the tip of the cock rubbed up and down Sarah's crack. "Please fuck me Mistress." "Fuck you where?" the head moving easily with the lubricant. Sarah sucks in air, "In my ass..." The head is pressed at the tight entrance, "And fuck your ass how?" Heels clicking on the hardwood floor as both adjust to the best advantage for what is to come. "Hard. Like a bitch." Pressure is applied and the head starts to enter Sarah's rim. "Are you my bitch Sarah?" "Yes Mist..." the word sliced in half as Sarah's lips are covered by fingers. Our Mistress' mouth is at Sarah's ear, "I beat my bitch Sarah. Have I beat you?" And the head of the cock in pushed in. "N...no... Miss..Mistress." Sarah's voice shaky and uncertain now. Our Mistress bites Sarah's earlobe before snaking her tongue into the canal of her ear. "But you want me to beat you don't you Sarah? And you will be beat tonight along with Jenny." Her hips thrusting forward slamming several inches of cock into her bowels. Sarah nods but even that is lost in the sudden violence of the ass fucking that commences. The black cock ripping into her ass and pounding her into the flat surface of the door. Each stroke bringing our Mistress' crotch closer and closer to Sarah's round bottom until finally they join. "I didn't hear you." "Yes Mistress." "Yes WHAT?" and Sarah's hair is yanked back as our Mistress thrusts ever deeper upwards. "I want...you...to...beat me... Like a... bitch." Pulling out quickly, Sarah is spun around. "Spread your legs." She does and is instantly slapped on her bald mound. Then slapped again and again, these strikes directly upon her hooded clit. Sarah squirms and shakes with each tap and fights to maintain control of keeping her legs open. A hand finds a nipple and pulls it out hard. At its apex, the other hand slaps her clit with a loud, stinging blow that makes Sarah cry out. The trapped nipple is tugged again and stretched further yet as our Mistress' hand raises high, high up so Sarah can see it and the tensed muscles, and springs down to bitch slap her pussy. "I know you like that but I want to see you suck my cock. To taste your ass on it." Our mistress' hand giving Sarah two more swift strikes before she releases the nipple. Sarah drops to her knees and takes hold of the swaying cock. Opening wide, she takes it deep into her mouth and bobs her head up and down as she takes more and more of it. Mad with lust, I'm utterly thankful when our Mistress curls a finger to have me come near. Sarah's eyes up on me as I stand next to them, she gets to see me bitch slapped across the face. I hear Sarah moan as the second blow sends me to the floor beside her. "Help her suck it." Without hesitation, my mouth is with hers. Licking and sucking at the portion of the cock that isn't in her mouth just beyond her lips. Tasting a bitter dark musk mixed with the almost sweet silkiness of the lube. As I passionately assist Sarah, our Mistress speaks to me, "Tell Sarah what else I do to my bitch." My eyes plead at her as I think of what to say, but her face is cruel with the wicked smile and knowing glance that meets me. Sarah notices my reluctance and touches my face where the redness is heaviest and pulls her mouth off the cock. To buy time, I take it in her place and force the thick tube into my throat. "Please tell me Jenny, I want to know." Sarah kissing my lips surrounding the cock. "Yes tell her Jenny, she needs to know if she wishes to be my bitch too," our Mistress' tone almost mocking. I let the cock slip from my lips and watch Sarah take it again, her eyes on me. Again hesitating, my head is jerked back and I'm slapped again, "Tell her!" "I...I...whore for her. Fucking every man and woman she wishes, mostly men who fuck me hard and cum on me." Sarah kisses me again, the cock held in her hand between us. The kiss long and deep, broken only when our Mistress pulls our heads apart. "And what else? Tell her what else you do." I swallow as I look at Sarah, who gives me a small smile and whispers, "I need to know." "She gives me to another domme. I service her and she beats me...hard...harder than our Mistress could." Sarah kisses me. "With paddles..." Another kiss. "And straps..." Kiss. "And fists..." "Mmmmm does that make you cum Jenny?" "Yes Sarah, it does." Our mouth meld as Sarah's tongue invades my mouth seeking mine. She draws it to her and sucks it firmly, making my pussy even more wet and tingly. Sarah's hands find my breasts and I start to melt into her interrupted by a ripping pain as our Mistress yanks me up by the hair along with Sarah in the same fashion. Pushing me away, she turns Sarah back to the wall and pushes the cock back up her ass. Sarah cries out in pain and joy at its return. Soon she is moaning and moving with our Mistress as they fuck wickedly standing there against the wall, our Mistress' hips driving forward hard and fast as she uses the base of the strap on to bring pleasure to herself. Hands on Sarah's hips, then around to clutch her breasts, our Mistress' balances herself. Her calf's so well defined in the heels, my desire to join with them is maddening but I know I need to wait until permitted. Being close, their scent fills my nostrils and mind; a mixture of sweat, lube and ass, almost taboo with the manner in which the two women are so intent in reaching another orgasm. "Come with me." Three heads turns and see Dana standing in the doorway. Dressed in a tight red leather vest that barely contains her breasts, a black leather skirt and black mid calf boots. Her hair pulled back into a severe bun with a riding crop gracing her right hand, perhaps the same crop wielded earlier by our Mistress. I get up and go to her, noticing with pride that a small smile crosses her face as she catches sight of the tail swinging behind me. Her left hand opens and a studded collar dangles and swings, sharp points of light dancing off several of the studs. The sounds of passion increase along with the pace of the deep ass-fucking Sarah is receiving. I sense their eyes on me as I stand astride Dana and lift my hair off my shoulders for her. She lifts the crop up and I bite down on it to free her hands, allowing her to slip the collar around my neck and buckle it secure. Dana reclaims the crop and gazes over at our Mistress and new bitch, Sarah. A knowing smile is traded and Dana takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pointing down at her feet and I scurry there. Her fingers burrow through my hair as she, and I, continue to watch our Mistress as she pounds into Sarah. Sarah's head and torso is shaking as she absorbs the growing frantic reaming. Clearly our Mistress is close and she grunts and pauses to bear down on Sarah's ass with a slow rotation of her hips. Her mouth upon Sarah's shoulder, muffling her cry as she reaches her release. The two remain frozen for several minutes until our Mistress takes a step back and slowly withdraws from Sarah's tender anus. As she leads Sarah back to the bed, Dana and I rise and make room for them. Laying down together in spoon fashion once our Mistress removes the harness and lets it fall to the floor. Dana softly kisses our Mistress and whispers in her ear, "Will this one handle a whipping as well? Such a pretty thing." Sarah looks up with a damp lock of hair falling across her face but otherwise makes no attempt to speak or move. "Perhaps, but not now. Amuse yourself with the other instead as we planned." Another short kiss passes between the two before Dana attaches a leash to the collar and tugs it to draw me along with her. We leave the room and walk down the hall, my bare feet silent amid the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor. Midway between doorways, Dana stops and uses one finger, stiffened to a solid shaft, to poke me between my boobs until my back is against the wall. Circling the length of the leash around one breast, she winds it so that the leather digs in and makes my tit appear to separate from my torso and start to darken as the blood is trapped. Her lips are soft and tender as they meet mine and we kiss long and deep with my mouth opening to accept her probing tongue. "I taste ass, which one did you lick or was it both?" Her tongue dancing over my upper lip and looking in my eyes as she awaits my response. "I didn't lick either," swallowing hard knowing that the answer would not please her, "but I shared in sucking the dildo the first time it was in Sarah's ass." Dana nods and wraps another loop of the leash around my breast, then slapping me across the face. Her hand rises again and flies straight down to rap my rapidly coloring breast, this slap makes me moan out in pain given the raised sensitivity of the constricted breast. My reaction pleasing to her, she delivers two more, each after making sure that I looked at her poised hand and anticipated the coming pain. Her fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, sending fireworks before my eyes, Dana leans in closer, "Well, then I suppose you are ready to eat my ass now." I open my mouth but words fail me in my battle with the tears welling up in my eyes. Instead I can only gulp and with my head moving as if on a spindle with every nerve within my breast screaming out for attention. "I'll take that as a yes," Dana's voice soft but not tender, her fingers opening and then unwinding the leash. I bite my lower lip as the blood rushes to resume its normal flow and my mind is assaulted by this change. Gradually, I become aware again of Dana and the fingers that lightly explore the redness brought to my face by her hand and by my Mistress earlier. Her eyes intent upon examining it, the tips of her fingers tracing over the more prominent swells. Dana's lips find mine, another tender and loving kiss mixed and broken into small installments as she relays her intentions and recounts the agreement reached earlier with my Mistress. "I'm going to use you tonight. The beating will be brutal but I know you can take it. That you want it. Your Mistress wants you limp and wasted when I bring you back to her. And she wants to hear me do it. But I will fuck you too and you will make me cum or I will beat you harder." She smiles and touches my face again, "But you never fail there do you. You know how to fuck." Her expression changes and I'm hit hard across the face, harder than I can ever recall by Dana before. She grabs my hair to jerk me back erect and slaps me again, and again. "Now get down there and eat my ass!" JFT Tales - Ride, Ch. 04 I drop to my knees on the cold floor of the hall. Dana turns herself and I scurry to the back of her legs, my hands daring to touch the strong muscles of her calf's just above the tops of her boots and beginning a slow caress of each leg as I bring myself closer. I kiss the back on one knee, then the other. Gazing up, I use little kisses to pay my passage further north, my hands leading and lifting the hem of Dana's skirt before the march of my lips. Dana reaches down and pulls her skirt up over her ass, allowing my hands to slip up to her thong and work it down over her hips. Dana lifts one foot and I'm able to get the thong free, not bothering to take them off completely. My hands cradle her firm butt cheeks and I slowly part them. My tongue moving wetly down her butt crack and into her dark star. She bends forward a bit and I'm able to lick and taste her. Concentrating on my task, the tip of my tongue dips and rises up among the landscape of Dana's puckered flesh, teasing over the tiny entrance to her depths. My tongue darts out to trace around the rosebud, painting her with my saliva and testing the resistance of her rim. Her flavor growing stronger each time my tongue returns to the well of my mouth for more saliva. Dana steps her left leg out a couple of inches more and I'm able to get tighter into her crevice. I feel her fingers in my hair then pressure on the back of my head as she pulls me in. Knowing that she is now ready, I twirl my tongue round and round, then thrusting it forward. The tip wiggles and teases as she opens and then I'm in. My fingers move deeper into the valley of her rear, pulling her wider as I work my tongue in and out. The smooth, hot tunnel surrounding my tongue constricts challenging its passage back and forth. I open my mouth to its widest and push my pink appendage in with as much force I can, ensuring that it fills her ass as she desires. Minutes pass with me locked with her in this fashion. Dana eases now and then and I use the opportunity to withdraw my tongue and relax my jaw, rimming her again before resumes my exploration of her tight ass. A brush along my chin and I know that she is pleasuring herself as I work on her ass. My tongue is again trapped and I feel the convulsions of her orgasm. I push my tongue forward and hold it there for her and listen to the sounds of her cumming. My chin warming as she releases and flows. Dana's fingers grip my hair and pull me from her. Without being told, I reach down and hold open the leg opening of her thong so she can step back into it. I raise it up, covering her as I had found her, first with her panties then with her skirt. I remain kneeling and look up as Dana turns around. Our eyes meet and a small grin crosses her face. Her finger grip and squeeze my face, causing my mouth to open so she can pinch her fingers and thumb towards each other before sliding down to hold my chin and tilt it up even more. Without moving my eyes from hers, I can still clearly see her free hand as it moves skyward. Her fingers leaving my chin and cradling the opposite cheek, opposite of the hand that is poised to strike me. That then does strike me and which would have turned my head if not for the hand bracing me. Ripping at my hair, Dana yanks me to my feet and keeps me facing her. Her fingers poke into and open my mouth before she leans forward and kisses me, her fingers and tongue occupying my mouth. "I think we should go out for a bit. Let's find you something to wear." Dana turns with the leash over her shoulder, pulling me behind her. She stops in the doorway to your room and we both look inside. We see Sarah straddling our Mistress on the bed, her legs sprayed over with her thighs outside of our Mistress' hips. Sarah is sitting directly over our Mistress' pussy and she is grinding down upon her. Our Mistress' hands covering Sarah's breasts, holding her as Sarah rubs down upon her. The look on Sarah's face tells me that she is finding this quite pleasurable, fucking herself on the hard nub of our Mistress' clit that extends to a wonderful and amazing length. Dana and I watch in silence for several minutes, noting that neither Sarah or our Mistress is in any hurry to bring an end to their present circumstances. Just as Dana is again leading me away, I see one of Sarah's hands directed over her backside and a finger search for her own asshole. A gasp from Sarah and I know she's found it and her pace quickens slightly. Out the door, Dana takes me down to the spare room she has made her own. Telling me to stand in the center of the room, she selects a blouse then a skirt for me to wear. Helping me into the top, she buttons it up the back. I ask if she wants me to remove the tail and she shakes her head no, with a smile growing on her face. When she pulls the skirt up, she lifts the long tail and moves it around my hip, almost like a belt but on the inside rather than the outside of the skirt. She adds a wide black belt with a large silver buckle over the waistband of the skirt. Finally, after considerable examination of the options, she finds a set of heels that I slip my feet into that complete the outfit. While Dana took some pains to hide my tail, she makes no attempt to cover or hide my collar or the leash that hangs from it. Instead, she wraps the end of the leash in her hand and tugs it as we leave the room. We pause again in the doorway to your room and take stock of the continuation of the sex taking place there. Sarah's finger is deep up her ass. She is now leaning forward, resting her weight on our Mistress' hands that still hold her breasts, her hips jerking in short powerful bursts that bring low moans from her lips. Intent upon their own actions and oblivious to our presence, we take leave and move unnoticed down the hall and out the house. Dana drives us to into the old warehouse district of the city. The area slowly being revitalized but still a maze of half-vacant buildings, dark alleys and alternative clubs. Parking in an abandoned garage, Dana stretches tight the leash reminding me of her control tonight and we make our way towards the pounding bass and black light doorway that is the only sign of the club. While the street is deserted, the club itself is overflowing. Bodies pressed together on all sides, I'm struck with waves of sounds and of odors as we enter. The sounds driven by the heavy beat emulating from the dozens of speakers, the odors from the mass of men and women. The odor of sweat, perfume and sexual need and desire. Hands of both sexes move over my body as Dana leads me into the heart of the club. Clearly, I'm seen as fair game with the collar and leash and red blotches on my face. Then I notice that I'm not alone in this treatment, that anyone moving through the crowd, male or female, is subject to this exploration and that my being collared is not outside the norm. Finding our way to the bar, the bartender places six shots of tequila before us. Dana has me toss two down before allowing me to suck on a piece of lemon, then two more. She finishes the others and we move back among the crowd. Midway through the large main room, the DJ announces a two minute free-for-all and the dim club lights go dark, leaving only the few neon and black lights to keep total blackness to fill the club. Bodies press all around and the hands that had moves over me are now joined with arms, legs, fronts, backs as everyone becomes a mass of flesh. One of my hands is taken and drawn into a pair of shorts where a very wet pussy resides. The other is pulled and I wrap my fingers around a stiff cock. My own body is beset upon and my breasts and pussy are groped while someone's mouth finds mine. A whistle cuts the air and the dim lights return. Dana tugs roughly on the leash and we resume our way through the crowd. In a far corner, a doorway opens to a short hallway. The music is muted here and the mass of bodies thins a bit. At the end of the hall is an entrance to a tattoo pallor, the closed sign is up but Dana opens the door and we go inside. The shop is small and consists of one large room with several chairs and tables. Two corners have curtains that offer some privacy, or perhaps constitute the changing rooms, but otherwise the room is open. Seemingly out of place, a king sized bed is placed by the near wall. Directly before us, a man is seated on a low chair. Although partially obscured, its clear he's nude with his arms, chest and legs covered with tattoo's. He's obscured by a woman kneeling before him, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks his cock. Like him, she is nude, except for a pair of panties, and covered with tattoo's. He glances at us then returns his attention to the bed. Upon it, two women are having sex. The women are young, perhaps 22 or so. Both are pale with short, black hair and numerous tats and piercings. Whether black is their natural color or not, I'm unable to determine as both are shaved bare everywhere outside their heads. What is easy to tell is that they are definitely into each other and that our arrival will have no effect upon their need to fuck each other. The taller of the two has pierced nipples along with her nose, lips, eyebrow, bellybutton and tongue. I can make out tattoo's on the back of her calf's, small of her back, below her neck in the middle of her back, both upper arms and her belly. The tat's, while numerous, are relatively small compared to her girlfriend's. What catches my eye immediately is the silver barbells that horizontally run through each nipple. Her friend has no visible piercings other than her bellybutton, and also has fewer, in number, tattoo's. Her tattoo's are primarily confined to her upper arms and shoulder blades, but while few, they cover large areas of flesh. One arm is also completely colored from wrist to armpit. They squirm about the bed, licking and fingering and kissing each other, interrupted every so often for a deep kiss or by the offering of wet fingers to each other's mouths. The one with the piercings lays back and spreads her legs for us and the light dances on the piercing above her clit. The other girl moves quickly between her legs and drives her tongue deep. Dana moves us closer to the man, but he continues to watch the women on the bed with his hand resting on top of the head that bobs upon his cock. His cock is long and thin, surrounded by a snake tattoo that spirals around his balls and up his belly. With Dana beside her, the woman ends her blow job and rises up, leaving his wet hard cock standing up for us to see. He looks to us, "Is she the one you called me about?" "She is." The woman takes my leash from Dana and leads me over to a chair. Seated there, I watch the man casually stroke his cock as the sounds of the women on the bed become louder. My guide touches my face and I look to her as she smiles. She takes my hand and turns the wrist up and down, then she looks at my ankles before turning to Dana. "Are you sure you just want the letters? We could do more if you like, same price." Dana shakes her head, "No, just what I asked for earlier." The women on the bed locked in a 69, I fail to notice the woman's actions until she returns and sits next to me. Taking my left hand, she turns the wrist up and presses the point of her needle there. The shock of the unexpected pinching pain, catches me and I try to pull my hand away. Dana takes two quick steps and slaps me hard, hissing for me to stay still. The sound of the slap bring both faces of the women towards me, along with a look of need, who then resume to finger and suck each other's pussy with renewed passion. The buzzing continues and I look to see the completion of the first letter. I watch as she works the needle smoothly and quickly with the second letter appearing as if by magic. Her actions sure and strong, my eyes move from my wrist to her breasts that shake and bobble as she works. Finally, her work done, she steps away from me. Dana slips her right foot from the boot and sets her foot upon the arm on the adjacent chair. The artist leans over and begins a design on Dana's ankle. During this time, I admire the JFT on my wrist then turn back to watch her finish the tattoo on Dana's leg. The black rose is finished quickly upon Dana's ankle. Before she is done, the man stands and goes over to the two women. His long cock slips into one and he fucks her while she sucks the pussy of her friend. As the artist begins to put her tools away, he moves to the other and fucks her hard and fast. Her tools cleans and boxed, she stands and turns towards the bed. The man returns to his chair with his cock swaying hard and wet. The artist goes back between his thighs and resumes sucking his cock, flavored now with the two young women. Dana opens her purse and hands some bills to the man. Her glances at them and then looks to me. Dana smiles, "I didn't forget." She grabs me by the hair and pushes me to the floor before him. The artist makes room and I am presented with his cock, still gleaming but mostly cleansed of the women. I lean in and take him, sinking down to swallow him to the balls. My head is pulled back, then pushed back down. Back up, I lick at his pee hole before I'm thrust back down upon it. Lifted again, his cock is taken by the artist and I watch up close as her lips guide up and down his shaft. With a practiced ease, her head bobs faster and his breathing changes. In one motion, she pulls off and pushes my mouth back to his cock. I'm there just in time for his cum and I let if fill my mouth before swallowing. Finished, Dana twists her hand in my hair and yanks me to my feet. She drags me over to the bed but turns me back to the room once there. Wet soft hands take hold of me from behind, open and remove my blouse before pulling my arms behind me. In this position, my breasts are thrust forward and Dana smiles as she looks at them. Slapping one then the other, she repeats this pattern until both have warmed to a soft shade of red. Then she steps aside and the artist strikes me, with two sharp intakes of air from the women holding me as they watch. Pushing her panties down, I'm presented with a waxed and tattooed pussy. I lick and suck at her as she humps herself into my face. Moaning with lust as I feel her sizable clit rub against my lips. She grips my head with both hands and rockets her crotch on my face before cumming. Fingers from the women behind me are pulling my nipples as I open and suck loudly on her clit as she orgasms. Dana pulls me from the bed as the artist looks on with some disappointment. "Sorry, but that's all you can have for now." The artist, although just cumming, has a look of unfulfilled desire and she turns to the women on the bed. Their eyes sparkle as they see her attention on them. Her hand forms a fist, and she punches the heavily tattoo's one square in the face. This knocks her backwards, leaving the other alone upright. The artist springs forward and lands on top of her, forcing her down on the bed facing upwards with the artist straddling her chest. Dana hands me my blouse and jerks the leash to move me towards the door. I turn one last time to see the artist's fist held high, then punching the prone woman below her. Once, twice...then turning back to the other who has moved next to them and is rubbing her pussy openly as she watches. In the hallway, Dana again helps me into my top before leading me back into the sea of people and groping hands. JFT Tales - Ride, Ch. 05 Back in the club, Dana tugs my leash and collar relentlessly. Each time I find some illumination, I try to use it to admire the tatt placed upon my wrist; but Dana has other ideas. Its soon obvious that she's leading me about so that I can viewed as her prize, even as the hands seem to find purchase to steal me from her. I find myself back at the bar with another line of tequila shots before us. The first two go down and I'm again rewarded with a lemon slice. I watch Dana drink her two but then notice that there is still four more on the bar before us. Already feeling the effects of the earlier shots, I hope that the others are either for Dana or left behind. Dana grins as she catches me eyeing the shots and pushes one to me. "Drink it." I lift the shot glass and toss it back. It burns my throat and ignites a fire in my belly and I look for some lemon to dowse the pain. Dana holds one in her fingers but, instead of offering it to me, she brings it causally to her mouth and sucks upon it. Keeping the peel in her teeth, she pushes another shot to me. Hesitating, Dans scowls at me then jerks the leash towards her. "Drink it." I toy with the small, heavy glass with my fingers, and slowly raise it to my lips. My nose fills with the aroma and I involuntarily move my hand away from me. Dana's eyes flare and I quickly toss the shot down; and cough, making the liquid burn that much brighter. Dana pushes another shot glass to me and I shake my head. Her eyes again flare but I make no move to take it. When I don't reach out, I see her nose flare out and miss the punch that hits me square on the jaw. I don't miss the next two as she holds my hair and smashes me right in the face. The iron tinge in my saliva is chased away by the clear burn of the tequila. The burn that finds the source of the iron flow and burns brighter. The next shot again makes me gag but I hold it down with my eyes tearing up. Dana drinks the next one, leaving one. She looks at me and I take it, grimly I drink it with my face screwing up as I do. She watches me and takes glee in my predicament before handing me another piece of lemon. I suck it and recover my composure. A dull throbbing in my head that the liquor doesn't quell begins to grow with the pounding of the music in the club. Dana looks about and takes in the sights as i grip the bar and calm my breathing and the impulse to puke. Amid the gyrating crowd, I see one of the women from the room making her way towards us, as she nears a small mouse of a bruise evident below her left eye. In the shimmering lights of the club, I now see the twinkling of light off the tiny jewel atop the piercing in her nose. She is dressed now, but barely, with a shapeless abbreviated baby doll gown of a dress. She towers above her normal height on high, clear heels. She whispers something to Dana and moves in next to me, her fingers entangling with mine. I look to her and ask about her friend. She shrugs, "She's getting another tatt and will be spending the night with them." Then she smiles and looks to Dana, "Besides, she hadn't been properly trained before," then she gingerly touches the swelling under her eye. Another line of shots appears and Kaylee takes the lead in drinking one, then another. Dana nods and she drinks two more before handing me the last one. With a anguished look on my face, I swallow it under Kaylee's dancing eyes. Kaylee joins us as we leave the club. Her hand in mine, I can't tell if I'm clinging to it or she to me. In any event, she is with me and in my lap as Dana drives us back to the house. Kaylee asks Dana if she can kiss me and we spend the remainder of the trip exchanging caresses. Entering the house, I listen intently for sounds or an acknowledgment of our appearance. A creak here or there, but otherwise the place is silent. Dana tugs my leash, Kaylee squeezes my hand, and we make our way inside. Walking past your room, I glance in but can't see anything in the dark. Dana doesn't allow my eyes to adjust as she jerks me along as she moves down the hall. Dana leads us into a small bare room adjacent to yours and clicks on the light. Like the room, the light bulb is bare and gives the room a harsh, sharp tone with hard, cheerless edges to everything within it. Kaylee and I both look at the apparatus hanging from the ceiling and the stray straps hanging beside it. Upon the flat surface of the lone table along the wall, lay a variety of whips, paddles, restraints and sex toys of varying sizes and colors. Dana brings me to the hanging straps and has me stand upon a low box, whereupon she ties one hand, then the other, to them. Once finishes, she kicks the box out and I am suspended with my toes just barely touching the floor under me, swinging a little in my restraints. Kaylee has stripped and is standing off to the side of Dana looking at me. I take the opportunity to examine her tattoo's and piercings while feeling her eyes taking stock of my body in turn. She smiles and turns to show me the tattoo's on her back, the smallish black sun just below her neck in the center of her upper back, the bright, colorful abstract designs on each shoulder blade and the tribal design that stretches over the small of her back. Dana has removed her vest but otherwise is still dressed. She picks up a long rawhide whip and snaps it several times to test her control over its length and action. A smile on her face, she moves out of my sight and I take a deep breath and hold it in anticipation. The expected lash doesn't arrive, instead Dana's hands reach around my waist and unbuckles the belt, letting it fall before unzipping the skirt and yanking it down. Kaylee sees the tail and twists one of her pierced nipples. Dana leaves my blouse alone and steps back, the clicking of her heels on the wood floor telling me she is several feet back. The whizzing of the whip leaves little warning before it bites into my ass cheeks. A long string of pain in its wake. Kaylee's eyes widen as the whip whizzes and bites again, this one a little off mark finding only one cheek. Dana corrects her range and aim and I'm crying out as she lashes me again, swinging from the restraints from both the force of her blows and my struggling. Footsteps and Dana appears in the corner of my eyesight, the whip being curled up in her hand. She lays it on the table and finds a shorter one, but with many tails. Kaylee being nearby, she tests it on her, lashing her across the breast. Pleased with her reaction, Dana faces me and, reaching out, rips my blouse open and off me before striking one breast then the other with the whip. She uses short rapid motions to cover every inch of the flesh of each breast until they begin to glow with the blush the whip raises. My nipples more and more tender as their erection makes them easy targets. "Do you like this?" "Yessss...." "Good." Eyes closed, I'm moaning with each strike of the whip, my moans becoming grunts at times as Dana works my breasts. Dana works her way back around me and works on brightening my ass. The sound of her lashes becoming louder in my ears as is my reply to each of their kisses. A pause as Dana walks back to the table. She picks up two clamps then puts them down and looks back to Kaylee. She reaches out and her finger tips to touch and examine the small bump under her eye. "Is this tender?" Kaylee moves her head to give Dana the best advantage in viewing and touching her bruise. Almost caressing her face on the fingers touching her. "Yes, a little." Dana drops her hand and I see it form a fist. Kaylee notices it too and takes a deep breath. As Dana's upper body turns, I'm struck with the hardness of her nipple as it comes into view before disappearing as she swings her arm and hits Kaylee. The punch knocks Kaylee to the floor and she rushes back up. Dana's fist already raised again, there's no hesitation as she hits her again. Kaylee is slow to rise this time and Dana pulls her up by the hair; this time to kiss her, their mouths wetly sucking together. Dana breaks free of Kaylee, "Now I'm going to beat this bitch." I gasp at the promise and lean my head against my right arm reaching upwards to the ceiling. Dana grabs the clamps as she passes the table and, pinching my left nipple, she stretches it out until I cry out in pain before she clamps it. This draws another moan out of me, which grows louder as she tears at the other nipple and clamps it as well. "Look at me." I open my eyes and tilt my head down, my body gently swaying on the restraints. Dana smiles and tells me to watch as she reaches between my legs with one hand, her smile widening as she finds how wet I am. Her fingers part my lips and find the electric, buzzing nub that is my clit. She pinches it and I moan and shake, trying not to more away or twist out of her fingers. Dana's other hand comes into view and I see that she has another clamp, and I break out into a cold sweat knowing what it to come. She teases me with it, rubbing it over my mound, between my legs and back before her fingers part and in one sure motion, clamps me. I draw my knees up and twist and squirm on my bindings, brilliant explosions of color and lights before my eyes and my sex sizzling like a string of firecrackers. Dana uses both hands to rip at my hair and pull my face back down, one hand letting go while the other remains with a firm hold. She slaps me HARD, then HARDER, tugging at my hair as if to leave me bald. Dana flies to the table and returns with a heavy padded paddle. From behind me, she frails from the side, striking my right ass cheek square with the wide board. A searing pain shoots from that area to my clit which only magnifies the intensity of the pain there. Hitting me again, I cry out again and again as she tans my ass. I'm swinging freely now, back and forth, my toes barely touching the floor, my shoes long lost. Each swat of the paddle sends me flying again, and moaning with my ass burning and in pain. I catch glimpses of Kaylee who is wide eyed and silent with a hand rubbing herself furiously. Still swinging, Dana comes into view, standing before Kaylee with the paddle at her side. Dana grips Kaylee's hand and pulls it from her crotch, then uses it to drag her across the room to me. Holding it up, she rubs my face with the wetness coating it, then forces her fingers into my mouth. I'm sucking at the digits but they are removed and I look back at Dana and Kaylee. Dana takes hold of Kaylee's chin, "Rub yourself some more, get your fingers nice and wet." Bringing her face in close, they kiss with Dana's tongue pushed into Kaylee's grateful and willing mouth. My tongue rolls about my lips and Kaylee's fingers soon return, helping but not soothing or quenching my thirst. While they slip in and out of my mouth, I jerk wildly, almost biting them as Dana rips the clamp off my clit. The fingers muffling my scream but not stopping my gyrations. Another tearing pain as Dana's arm applies tension to my tail and it fights its way out, the blunt wide end enclosed so securely that my rim refuses to let go. Dana pulls harder and with a whimper, I try to relax but can't. But just an insistently, Dana begins to win the battle and I open my mouth in a wordless supplication for my rim not to rip as I'm stretched and stretched and stretched. With a bawl of relief, I'm no longer opened and my muscle gratefully releases and contracts as the long plug leaves me. Dana lifts up the tail and its wicked appendage and turns it for better viewing before handing it over to Kaylee. "Go lube this up again." Kaylee rushes over to the table and I see her squirt and spread the lube. Refreshed, she delivers it back to Dana who spins me around and pushes it back up my ass in one quick fluid motion. Turning me to face her again, she smiles in my face as I feel her hand between my legs tugging it right back out. "This bitch loves having her ass fucked, don't you slut?" The plug rammed back in. I twist my head and shout out, "I do...I love being fucked." Dana nods and takes Kaylee's hand and lets her take hold of my tail. I feel her fingers as they find where the tail disappears and she caresses me there. Dana whispers something in her ear, and the plug is again pulled, then pushed, only several inches, never completely out, as Kaylee fucks my ass with the plug. Kaylee slowly drops down and Dana pulls my legs over her shoulders. I shudder and utter gibberish as her mouth takes my burning pussy, sucking and licking at me. The relief of her mouth on my long ignored pussy too much for me as I cum. Half hanging, half resting upon Kaylee, I lose all control and literally collapse upon her. Eyes closed again, relishing Kaylee's sweet mouth and tongue as she bathes and pleasures me, and they remain closed until the cane whips across my breasts. I buck and clamp my thighs about Kaylee, arching my body which brings my breasts up high and clear for the next strike of the cane. "Oh, now didn't that leave a nice mark." Looking down, I see the red welts crossing my chest. Dana moves again and the cane finds my ass, each blow sending a shimmering line of pain which drives my pussy forward into Kaylee's wet hot mouth. A movement at the door attracts me and I look to see my Mistress and Sarah observing us. Our Mistress cradling Sarah before her with one hand rubbing Sarah's crotch with the fingers of the other playing with one of her nipples. "See how she loves it? How she takes the pain and turns it to pleasure? And the pleasure the others take in it?" Sarah doesn't reply or move, allowing her body to be used as her eyes sparkle as they meet mine. I notice that her hair is matted and her make up all but gone, and I think how pretty she looks. Looking to our Mistress, I see she is beaming with a satisfied look from a night of great sex. "And Sarah, see how I demand that my bitches all keep themselves bare for me, as you do now and will continue to do, always ready to be fucked. Bright red lipstick too when you come to me, although most of it will be gone upon your arrival as you transfer it to the rim of my ass." Dana breaks my concentration on the conversation with another sting of the cane and when I look back up, I see our Mistress' fingers now in Sarah's mouth where she cleans them of her juice. Our Mistress bites as Sarah's earlobe, "And now I think one of my bitches is ready to pleasure my ass..." Letting go of Sarah, she steps around her into the room. I see that her fur is messy and matted, leaving no doubt that she had taken full use of Sarah in her bed tonight. She steps to me and touches my face. "Mmmm my baby looks soft and pliable tonight, did she perform well?" her eyes moving to Dana behind me. "Adequate but I haven't fucked her yet. Or finished beating her." "Are you ready to fuck baby?" And she slaps my face. "Yes Mistress, please..." She nods, "You will baby, but right now I want one of my bitches' tongue in my ass." Thinking she doesn't mean me, I follow her eyes as they look to Dana. Dana places the cane on the table and unzips her skirt as all but Kaylee watch, Kaylee's mouth never stopping at feeding at my cunt. Bending, Dana wiggles out of her skirt and panties. I gasp as I see that she is now bare, her once lush bush gone. Our Mistress spreads her legs and Dana kneels behind her and presses her face into her ass, licking our Mistress as I had done to Dana hours before. Our Mistress smiles sweetly into my face, noting my surprise that she had completed her domming of Dana who was now willingly and expertly eating her ass. Her voice a bit husky, "I knew the first time I saw her that Dana could fuck." A soft gasp as she continues, "But I always thought I would have to let her bitch fuck you, more of my equal." Her voice deeper still, "Mmmmm but when I had her in bed earlier I found she takes to a beating so well.... and was so fun to shave... and piss on." I look to Sarah in a panic, looking to see if she is finally shocked by what is before her but she is lost in rubbing her pussy with both hands. Eyes half closed and seemingly content. Our Mistress' head is on my shoulder, her arms going around my waist and leaning against me for support. "Oh, oh, oh...her tongue is so long baby." My shoulder wet as our Mistress opens her mouth and takes hold, sucking then biting down as her body freezes, interrupted with little involuntary jerks when she cums. Dana appears over her shoulder as she catches her breath. Our Mistress gives me a light kiss below my ear, "Fuck well for her baby. She's to bring you to me once she's exhausted you, or you her, and I want you wet, sticky, matted and sore. You know how I love to fuck you when you are spent, and truly my bitch." "And bring this hot little cunt with you too." Stepping back, she touches my face and gives me a soft kiss. Making room, Dana replaces her and I taste our Mistress' ass on her lips and tongue, Dana's tongue forceful in my mouth ensuring that I know she was just as forceful with it a moment ago. Her hands sliding up my arm and undoes the tether around my wrist, releasing one arm.