Under Roberta
3. Pain Slut
When the doorbell rang sometime later, Roberta answered in the nude. She pulled Slick inside, and peeled her dress off over her head in one smooth motion before closing the door. She pinned Slick against the door and immediately started French kissing her. Roberta had one hand roaming across her chest and the other probing insistently between her legs. Slick yielded and wrapped her limbs around Roberta.
Slick was a senior, and one of the better looking girls in school, which made her by far the hottest member of Roberta’s Pussies. She had long full blond hair, a small nose, a wide smile, and big bright blue eyes that always held a happy but somewhat vacant expression. She had a thin athletic frame and her tits were so big, she had to wear a sturdy sport bra during cheer practice. Roberta enjoyed her because she fucked like a rabid weasel and dropped everything whenever Roberta called.
Slick’s skin flushed hot and blushed bright pink. Her teen aged sex drive kicked into high gear. She was addicted to the way her body melted under Roberta’s aggressive handling. She’d had sex with several guys before Roberta cornered her one day. The boys were bumbling selfish oafs. But Roberta knew how to press all the right buttons. She couldn’t say no to her; she would never say no to her. She could sense the unmistakable stink of pussy on Roberta’s breath. It did not surprise her, for she often had to share Roberta with several other girls at once. “So whose place is this anyway?” she asked as she came up for air.
“I’ll show you.” Roberta led Slick into the bedroom.
Slick gasped out loud when she saw the decorations of the room with a nude woman in chains on the bed. She gasped again when she saw who it was, “My god, Roberta! That’s Miss Simms, the English teacher! You are going to get into a boat load of trouble here!”
“Who me? I don’t think so. Look, I’m 16, and she’s, what, 35? And she’s my teacher. If anything, she is the one who is in deep shit. You on the other hand, you turned 18 two months ago. She could bring charges against you.” Roberta drank in the incredulous look on Slick’s face and laughed. “Don’t worry, Slick, I think she likes it. In fact, why don’t you get in there and give her a few licks to see how fast she gets off.”
Slick crawled onto the bed. “Holy crap Roberta, she’s completely shaved down there!”
“Ya, ain’t it a kick? It feels really good on your tongue. Go ahead, give it a try.”
Slick lay down with her face hovering over Simmy’s pussy. She planted several kisses in the general region of Simmy’s sex, but not exactly on it. Simmy pulled up with her hips and moaned into her gag. When Slick did start licking, it took only 5 or 6 strokes when the teacher grunted out another orgasm. When she looked up she saw that Roberta had climbed onto the bed and was recording it all. Slick posed and smiled for the camera. She decided to ham it up, and tried out lots of different comical facial expressions, some while in direct contact with the exposed pussy, others simply nearby. After Simmy had been coaxed into several more orgasms, Roberta unbuckled the teacher’s arms and legs. Simmy rolled up into a submissive kneeling position with her hands laced behind her head, eyes looking down.
“OK, Slick, your turn. Lay down on your back.”
“Wait a minute, Roberta. I’m not sure if I want...”
Roberta moved with lightning quickness. She grabbed the surprised cheerleader and threw her onto her back side, right on top of the wedge shaped pillow. Roberta pressed her body on top, and using her strength advantage, pinned Slick down. She reached up to pull the balled up panties out of Simmy’s mouth and stuffed the soaked wad between Slicks teeth. Without being told, Simmy proceeded to cuff the teenager’s wrists and ankles where only moments before her own had been held. Roberta got off her while Slick struggled against her bonds. The squirming only lasted for a few moments before she realized she was trapped.
Simmy opened a drawer on the bedside table and retrieved something, “Mistress, may I suggest something better?”
“What did you call me?”
“I called you my Mistress, for that is what you are. And I am your slave.”
Roberta looked up at her own reflection on the ceiling, furrowed her brow, and focused on nothing in particular while the meaning of what she had just heard sank in. A grin crept over her face and she looked at her slave. Simmy’s eyes were cast down in respect. Roberta lifted the teacher’s chin and held her gaze. “I like it. You’re right, I am your Mistress. So what is this?”
“It is a ball gag, Mistress. It will keep your captive quiet, but will not choke her. Soiled panties may taste good, but can be dangerous.”
The gag was a simple circle of bungee chord material threaded through a firm rubber ball. Simmy pulled the panty gag from Slick. Before she could utter a word, the ball was forced between her teeth and the stretchy band was set behind her head, under her hair. Slick pushed on the ball with her tongue, but the chord was too strong for her to dislodge it. She bit down, and found the rubber material would not yield.
“Awesome, Simmy! Do you have another one of these?”
“No Mistress, but I could make one in just a few minutes.”
“OK, go do it.”
Simmy pulled a box from under the bed. She dug around in it for the parts she needed. She went to the kitchen where she kept a few simple tools in a drawer.
Roberta felt a high-octane power rush tingling in her spine and boiling about in her mind. She looked down at the naked cheerleader whose smokin’ hot body lay vulnerably exposed on the bed. This bondage posture gave her unrestricted access to her every tender private spot. No touch, no prod, no slap or spank, and no intrusive thrust could be avoided. Roberta would come to refer to this as the Standard Position. This was what she was born for and she knew it. Many subordinates would find themselves in this predicament in her future. She ran her palms down the insides of Slick’s thighs until they met at her pussy. She started stroking her thumbs up and down the swollen lips. Roberta knew how to be tender and sensual, but right now she used firm, callous strokes. She wanted to reinforce the feeling of helplessness on her prey. Slick gurgled into the gag and pulled weakly at her bonds. Roberta stuck her middle two fingers up Slick’s oozing wet cunt, found that special place, and started twitching her fingertips against it. Slick’s eyes bulged out, for she knew what was about to happen.
When Roberta first heard about something called the g-spot, she thought it was just more locker room trash talk. She used her middle finger on herself and thought possibly it felt a little better there. Then maybe it was only her imagination. She tried each one of her Pussies to see if she could get some heightened reaction out of them and met with mixed success. Several of the girls reacted with bigger quicker orgasms, but some reported feeling nothing special.
But when she first did this to Slick, the sexy blond let out a high pitched squeal and started jerking around like she was having a seizure. Turns out she had a small but highly developed g-spot with a fat, broadband bundle of nerves wired directly into the sexual response center of her brain. Roberta found out that it did not matter what foul mood Slick was in, how tired or hungry she was, how much alcohol she had drank, or what time of month it was. Every time she did this, Slick spun right up and had an orgasm.
Slick’s g-spot was tucked behind a fold of pussy tissue so that a normal cock or dildo couldn’t reach it. So those boy’s cocks Slick had tried missed that place entirely, and she couldn’t seem to stimulate it herself. But Roberta’s long strong fingers hit it dead on. She was powerless to resist, and the orgasms she had were soul-rocking explosions that flooded her entire nervous system with oxytocin. This served to reinforce her psychological and emotional dependency on Roberta. That is why every time Roberta called and ordered her to meet her somewhere, she obeyed. She had no choice. She had come to crave these deliriously pleasurable hand-jobs. Roberta had unusually large hands (and feet) with very long fingers. None of the other Pussies could reach Slick’s g-spot. She loved Roberta with every fiber of her being and was convinced that only Roberta could deliver the fix she was now so thoroughly addicted to. Her raging teenage horniness combined with Roberta’s successful domination of her personality had turned her into a virtual sex slave. Whenever she heard Roberta’s voice on the phone, her eyes squeezed shut and her knees automatically parted wide in anticipation. She would break any promise or endure any humiliation, just as long as she got to feel Roberta’s twitching fingertips up her cunt.
“I have got to tell you, Slick. This is fucking awesome. I know you are just like the other Pussies; you’ll willingly do anything I ask. But this is different. I have you, my little cum puppet; naked, gagged, and spread like a New Orleans whore. And I have a teacher who thinks she is my sex slave and will bring me whatever I want. I can do anything I want to you. You cannot stop me.”
The relentless rubbing against that most tender part of her cunt started getting to Slick. She tightened up her stomach muscles, pulled hard against her restraints, and wailed through the gag as she orgasmed. Rather than let her calm down, Roberta continued to rub Slick’s g-spot, keeping her at the peak of ecstasy for several minutes until Simmy returned.
Simmy had placed the new ball gag around her neck already. It hung loosely below her chin, ready for insertion. She stood obediently by with one hand between her legs, subtly rubbing herself. Roberta looked right at Simmy’s hand and took note of her idle masturbation, but made no issue about it. Simmy recognized the tacit approval and increased her strokes from subtle to obvious.
“First thing we have to do is clean up this nasty stinking snatch. Simmy, get me a razor and some shaving cream.”
Slick grunted as loud as she could and shook her head no. Her words were unintelligible but her disapproval of being shaved was clear. Roberta just chuckled and licked the slime on her fingers. “Slick, you have a sweet tasting pussy, but all this pubic hair has got to go.” She stuck her two fingers back inside and resumed rubbing. Slick squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her body rushing towards another orgasm.
Simmy returned with a serving tray. On it was a pair of short scissors, a tube of shaving gel, a razor, a wash cloth, a towel, and a bowl of very warm water. She set the tray next to the cheerleader and carefully climbed back onto the bed. “Mistress, would you like me to shave this slave’s pussy?”
“No, no, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Then deferring to her obvious experience, “I’ll do the honors. You just show me what to do.”
Simmy sat on her heels with her knees as wide as they would go. She kept one or both hands busy between her thighs as she taught Roberta how to properly shave a pussy. They spread the towel out to catch the longer hairs that were snipped off with the scissors. Simmy gathered the curly blond hairs into a plastic bag. She wrote ‘Slick’ on the bag and set it aside for safe keeping. Roberta draped the warm wet washcloth over Slick’s crotch and let things heat up a bit. Roberta then spread a dab of shaving gel over the area. The gel was cool and tingly. She used short slow strokes with the razor. Simmy helped her to be careful not to nick the tender flesh. Roberta wiped the area clean with the washcloth and had Simmy use her sensitive lips and tongue to inspect the entire area.
Simmy spent extra time licking and kissing Slick’s now bald cunt. She did find several small patches with some remaining stubble. She smiled and winked at Roberta, using loud wet kisses to indicate where more attention was needed, “Mistress, you could do a little more here. (Peck!) And here. (Peck!) And these spots. (Peck!) (Peck!).”
Roberta liked this little game. She applied more gel and stoked the places indicated with the razor. She had Simmy check again. This time she found new, different spots that ‘needed attention’. This went on until they had gone over Slick’s entire pussy three or for times. Slick was franticly squirming from all the teasing attention. Roberta eased two fingers back up her love tunnel again, rubbing the g-spot. She gave Slick several more orgasms before stopping. They released her legs and took the wedge pillow away, letting Slick rest on her back with her arms still restrained. Roberta lay back and ordered Simmy to lick her off. After that, Roberta rested for a while. She sent Simmy to the kitchen to make some dinner.
Simmy brought dinner to the bed. It was some sandwiches thrown together quickly. Roberta had Slick sit up against the headboard and attached her wrist cuffs to the corner posts. She had Simmy hand feed her while Roberta watched. When Simmy pulled the ball gag out, Slick started to say something. Each time she opened her mouth, Simmy shoved some food in. In short order, Slick had been force fed the sandwich, a ripe banana, and two tall glasses of water.
After dinner Roberta decided it was time to get a proper tour of Simmy’s expensive bondage equipment. They began the systematic examination each individual piece, a process that lasted the rest of the weekend. Simmy methodically explained how each one worked. Roberta would hold Slick down while Simmy demonstrated how to fit it on a slave. Slick was not too keen on being the mannequin, but was not given a choice. Some of the devices could be quite painful, but Simmy showed Roberta how to use the equipment safely.
The first piece was a single-sleeve glove. Roberta held Slick face down on the bed and pulled her arms back while Simmy slipped the sleeve over her arms and loosely buckled the straps over her shoulders. Roberta dragged Slick off the bed and made her stand in the middle of the room.
Slick’s arms had plenty of room for movement and the position was not uncomfortable. The posture however, caused her tits to stand out from her chest. Roberta took advantage of the situation and mauled her full breasts. The pink nipples sprang to attention. Simmy offered Roberta a pair of brass nipple clamps. These had polished brass pads that mashed down onto her nipples. They had no teeth and caused considerable pain, but no damage to her flesh. A short brass chain ran between them. Slick mewled desperately into her gag to no avail.
When Roberta started to stick her two fingers up Slicks cunt, she pressed her knees together, trying to keep her out. Simmy produced a short spreader bar which they attached between Slick’s knees. Her feet remained free to move and keep her balance, yet her thighs were now parted, leaving her pussy available. Simmy now worked her way up and down the single sleeve, slowly tightening the laces. This pulled Slicks arms closer and closer together. The pain in her shoulders began to mount. Meanwhile, Roberta used her fingertips on Slick’s g-spot in a teasing way; not bringing her off, just building her excitement and keeping her close to orgasm, but not quite there. Then, Simmy made that last tug on the laces that brought Slicks elbows together. At the same time Roberta reached up and pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. They popped off sending blood and white hot pain to her nipples. At the same time she kept wiggling her fingers against Slicks g-spot forcing her to cum. Slick collapsed. Roberta kept one hand between her legs and the other in the middle of her back. She eased Slick to the floor, but kept twitching her fingers up the poor girl’s pussy for several more minutes.
Roberta let her rest for only a moment before standing her up again. Simmy tied a length of rope to a fitted ring at the end of the single-sleeve. She stood on a chair and passed the rope through a pulley hanging from the ceiling. The other end went to a large eye bold set in the floor. She tightened the rope until it pulled Slicks bound arms up, forcing her to bend forward. Simmy then produced a form-fitting leather hood and showed it to Roberta, asking her approval to put it on Slick.
Simmy first stuck a foam ear plug into each of Slicks ears. She braided Slicks hair so it protruded off the top of her head. This braid went through an opening in the top of the hood, which was slipped down over her face. The hood had a zip opening at the mouth, so the ball gag was removed just as the supple leather descended. A zipper down the back made the hood constrict tightly on her face. A buckling strap at the neck completed the piece. Her eyes were now covered, plunging her into darkness. Additional padding over the ears reduced all voices to distant muffled sounds.
“Mistress, I have spent many, many hours in this hood. I can assure you she cannot hear a word we say. The darkness and deafness can be quite disorienting.”
“We can say whatever we want?”
“Yes Mistress, soon she will loose any fight she has left and become quite compliant.”
Roberta pulled down on the rope, tugging Slick’s arms up, twisting her shoulders unnaturally. Slick mewled into the mask until Roberta let go. This gave her an idea. Roberta pressed her two fingers back into Slicks cunt and twiddled her g-spot while pulling gently on the rope. As Slick’s orgasm built, Roberta pulled slightly harder on the rope. No holding back this time, Roberta kept up the activity inside Slick’s cunt until she came. Just as she did, Roberta pulled sharply on the rope. Despite the awful pain in her shoulders, Slick came very hard. Roberta let her calm down, but kept her fingertips pressed against the g-spot, but not moving. This kept her from calming down by much, so that Roberta could get her off again with only a few strokes.
Roberta kept this up for nearly an hour, getting Slick to cum every few minutes while making sure she experiences some sort of pain. She would pinch her nipples hard between her thumb and forefinger, or pull her head back with her braided hair, or work a stiff fingertip hard between two ribs. Finally Roberta let her lie down on the floor and had Simmy take the single-sleeve off. Slick lay there, sobbing softly.
Next Simmy showed Roberta a constricting corset. To keep her hands out of the way, they placed her neck and wrists in a light but strong aluminum stock. The short knee spreader was replaced with a three foot spreader bar at the ankles. The corset was cinched tight until Slick could barely breathe. They left her on her back in the middle of the floor while Simmy introduced Roberta to what became her favorite item: a strap on dildo.
Roberta laughed long and hard when she saw it. Simmy helped her fit it on, buckling the straps and adjusting it. While Roberta looked at herself in the free-standing mirror, Simmy got on all fours right in front of Roberta, arching her back and wiggling her raised ass invitingly. It had been months since a dominant lover had fucked her with a strapon, and she really wanted it now. Simmy stretched the bungee chord around her neck and slipped the ball gag between her teeth. She looked up into the mirror at her Mistress standing right behind her. She looked defiantly right into Roberta’s eyes. Yes, she was the subordinate, but she also exerted a measure of control here. She knew how to get what she wanted.
Roberta could feel the surge of power. Before her were two Pussies she could fuck at will. The gorgeous teenager was helplessly bound and could do nothing to stop her. The horny school teacher was eagerly offering her upraised butt. Roberta decided to reward her teacher first. She knelt down behind her, and grabbed Simmy’s hips with both hands. She pressed forward, but did not quite have control over the strapon yet. It poked around near Simmy’s cunt, but missed. Simmy reached back and guided the black plastic thing into her. Roberta pushed ahead slowly until the entire length was buried in her teacher and the front of her thighs rested against Simmy’s butt. Roberta held her there while her subservient slave squirmed. Simmy was making a series of cute little squealing grunts, muffled of course by the ball gag in her mouth.
Roberta started fucking her teacher, withdrawing all the way to the tip, then pushing all the way in. She started slowly, building both the speed and the rigor of her hip thrusts. Simmy savored the rising excitement building in her loins. Many long, lonely, horny nights had crawled by since her previous mistress had done this to her. She knew that when she came, it would be intensely satisfying. She kept her back arched so that her cunt was fully presented and the penetration was as deep as it could be. The athletic teenager behind her had incredible endurance and rhythm.
Soon Simmy came so hard that she lost consciousness. Roberta had a strong grip on her hips the supported her weight. She didn’t immediately realize her subby teacher was unconscious and continued to fuck her like a rag doll. When Roberta’s grip slipped at one point, Simmy’s well fucked pussy slipped off the dildo with a wet slorking sound and her limp form slumped to the carpet.
But Roberta’s power trip had barely begun. The thrill of what she had just done to her English teacher possessed her. The humping motion of her hips continued and the black phallus bounced around. The need to fuck something had taken control of her now. It was Slick’s turn.
She grabbed the spreader bar and lifted it up until Slick’s hips and lower back were raised off the carpet. She passed her head and shoulders through the triangle formed by the spreader and Slick’s legs. The center of the spreader settled onto the curve at the back of her neck. Slick’s wet pussy was puckered open and blushed bright pink. Roberta’s hips continued to hump with a frantic urgency. She could barely muster the self control to still her hips while her hand steered the strapon past Slick’s outer lips. Then the automatic thrusting of her hips regained control. Roberta trapped the back of Slick’s knees with the nape of her own elbows and pressed her weight down. This rolled Slick’s hips up so that each thrust penetrated all the way to the hilt.
Roberta sawed the full length of the dildo in and out of her helpless victim. Slick thrashed around feebly, but the restraints gave her no freedom to resist. Since the leather hood kept her blind and deaf, she was completely surprised by the assault. It didn’t take long for her body to betray her, however. Within minutes she had an orgasm. Roberta didn’t slow even a bit, so Slick soon had another, and another. Roberta pinched the cheerleader’s nipples and roughly mauled her tits.
Finally Roberta began to tire. She stopped thrusting and looked over at Simmy, who had rolled onto her back and was openly masturbating, her eyes squeezed shut. She dismounted Slick and climbed onto the bed, ordering Simmy to service her. Simmy loosened the strapon and pulled it off. She licked her mistress’s cunt until she was satisfied. Exhausted, Roberta declared it was time to get some sleep.
They took the aluminum stocks and the corset off Slick. Her hands were placed into fingerless mittens. A belt was set around her waist. The belt had two short straps that were buckled around her arms near the elbow. Another pair of straps were placed around her wrists and upper thighs. This held her arms comfortably but uselessly by her side. Roberta decided Slick would continue to wear the spreader bar keeping her legs wide for the night. Roberta carried her to the toilet and set her down and massaged her tits. Slick recognized where she was and started to empty her bladder, despite having two hands on her breasts. Roberta then carried her back and threw her unceremoniously onto the bed.
Roberta and Simmy both peed and brushed their teeth. Roberta handcuffed Simmy’s wrists to the headboard and put the ball gag in for the night. Simmy rolled onto her side and slept like a baby, snoring softly. It was her most restful night in many weeks. Roberta covered all three with a sheet and slept in the middle. Roberta slept fitfully. Each time she woke, she stuck two fingers up Slick’s cunt and forced her to have two or three orgasms. Left alone for a short while, Slick would doze off, only to be awoken by fingers reaching up her vagina, finding her g-spot, and twitching against it until she came several times. Her head remained in the leather bondage hood, and she lost all track of time. Slicks dreams were filled with images of getting raped by both boys and girls, and it became hard to tell where the dreams ended and her actual abuse began. Sometime during the night Roberta slept without waking. She kept her fingers quietly inside Slick the whole rest of the night which just intensified Slick’s erotic dreams.
In the morning Roberta released Simmy’s arms. Simmy immediately wrapped her body around Roberta’s and started French kissing her. Roberta rolled onto her back and passively enjoyed the attention. Simmy kissed and licked her neck before moving on to her chest. She thoroughly scrubbed Roberta’s armpits with her tongue leaving them soaking wet with saliva. She kissed her way down her ribs and belly until she found Roberta’s now ready pussy. Simmy went right after the stiff clit and Roberta enjoyed several rousing orgasms.
Next, Roberta put her to work licking Slick’s cunt while she showered. When she was clean and dry, she sent Simmy to the kitchen to make breakfast.
“Mistress, may I go to the bathroom?” Simmy asked softly. Her face glistened with fresh pussy juice.
“Yes, of course. But no washing.”
“Thank you, Mam.” Simmy scurried off.
Roberta removed the spreader bar and Slick felt her knees touch for the first time in over twelve hours. Roberta led her to the toilet and sat her down and watched her pee. She left to ask Simmy something, and Slick sat on the toilet waiting.
Still wearing the hood, she thought she could hear some rustling around. Then she felt Roberta’s hands lift her off the toilet and settle her body face-down across Roberta’s lap. She felt hands pulling her butt cheeks apart, then something cool applied to her asshole. Something thin and long pressed up her ass, then she felt warm water filling her bowels; Roberta was giving her an enema! Slick squirmed a little and kicked her legs, some in protest, mostly in surprise. But with her arms still pinned to her side, she was helpless. Roberta gave her one sharp slap on the ass and Slick quit wiggling. Soon the flow stopped and she felt very full.
Roberta put her back on the toilet and Slick couldn’t help herself. She emptied the contents of her bowels into the toilet. It was relieving and felt, well, good ... actually. When she was done, she was draped across Roberta’s lap again and she felt her ass being wiped with toilet paper. Then more of the cool, slippery stuff was applied to her asshole. Slick felt something hard press against her asshole. She felt her sphincter begin to stretch. She struggled harder this time, and someone (Simmy) pinned her legs down.
Roberta pushed firmly on the butt plug until it was fully inserted up Slick’s ass with the narrow section at her anus. She twisted it so the T handle lie along her ass crack. She set Slick on the toilet again. The butt plug made Slick feel like taking a shit. She squeezed as hard as she could, but could not expel the intruder. Satisfied, Roberta stood her up and led her to the kitchen. Slick walked with a slow waddle. She was unaccustomed to walking with a large object shoved painfully up her ass, and blinded by the hood, she had no idea what she might walk into.
Roberta led her to a chair and sat her down. This pushed the butt plug deeper into her. Roberta spread Slick’s knees wide and used two fingers up her cunt to stimulate her. Despite the pain of the butt plug, the orgasms were coming faster and easier now and Roberta saw to it that three or four of them were endured in rapid succession.
Breakfast was ready, so they unzipped the mouth hole in the hood and started feeding her. Slick hated runny eggs, but she ate two of them, along with two large glasses of lukewarm coffee and lots of water. Slick choked a bit on the water at one point. Roberta draped her across her lap and smacked her firmly between the shoulder blades until she quit coughing. She gave her one good slap on each butt cheek before setting her back on the chair to finish breakfast.
After Breakfast, Roberta took Slick back to bed while Simmy cleaned up the kitchen. When that was done, they got back to the business of exploring Simmy’s impressive collection of bondage gear. Each piece was carefully examined and explained. When possible, each one was tried out on Slick. Some pieces had been custom built for Miss Simms. She was much smaller than Slick, so several of the items would not fit, like the chastity belt. These Simmy put on herself, or had Roberta put them on her.
Simmy helped Roberta understand that all women had their own relationship with pain. For most women, pain is a definite turn off. But some women found pain to be a potent aphrodisiac. Slick was definitely in the first camp, fearing pain. At least that is how the weekend started. She tried to convey that fact through her gag. Roberta knew what she was trying to say, but decided to use her anyway. Under Simmy’s expert guidance, the painful appliances were gradually and gently used. Each time Slick found herself helplessly trussed into some bizarre position, Simmy, Roberta, or both would use their tongues and hands on her erogenous zones and drive her to thundering orgasms. The leather hood stayed on the whole time, keeping her docile.
By the end of the weekend, Slick found that she was actually in the other camp. Roberta and Simmy managed to turn her into an obedient pain slut. She could cum while she was pissing, she could come while she was eating. Slick could cum while her nipples were being viciously abused. Under Miss Simms’ careful guidance, they even got her to orgasm while she was being asphyxiated.
Early Sunday afternoon they let Slick free. Roberta took Slick into the shower and washed her tenderly, using a soft washcloth in all her private places. She left no nook or cranny unattended. A little stubble had grown between her legs, So Roberta had her shave while she watched. Slick found this humiliating, and exciting at the same time. When she was done, she rubbed her soapy body against Roberta and begged her to get her off again.
Roberta agreed, “OK Slick, I’ll get you off. But first you must promise to shave your pussy every single morning from now on and then masturbate in the shower.” Roberta rubbed her fingertips up and down Slick’s crack, but not in.
“Yes, I promise.”
“You promise what?”
“I promise ... I’ll shave ... every morning.”
“Shave what? Say it all.”
“I promise I’ll... I promised to shave my pussy and masturbate every morning.”
“That’s more like it.”
Roberta had Slick repeat her promise over and over while she gave her the hand job she needed. She withdrew her fingers just enough so that they teased, but not stimulated. She made Slick pinch her own nipples to get full penetration again, and Slick found that the pain pleasure connection was now firmly implanted in her sexual psyche. She had become a right serious lesbian pain slut. She knew it to be true, and she embraced it as fact. She clamped hard on her rock hard nipples, and that sent her over the edge for yet another rocking orgasm. Then Roberta had her dress and go home.