The Test

Sun, 17 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The Test by natalea e-mail natalea01@hotmail.com This is dedicated to the One who found me and made me what I am today.

The old hotel is filled with things of the past, richly decorated in ways newer ones can’t be. Plush carpeting, marble entries, velvet drapes, chandeliers, huge vases of flowers all in Victorian style. A sweeping staircase to the upper floor leads to her room with its grand tester bed, claw foot tub and heavy satin chaise. Sumptuous velvet and satin bedding invites her in but she has other things that call to her. At the vanity, she carefully reapplies her lipstick and with a final check in the gilded mirror sets out for her favorite place, The Library. It isn’t so much a library in the more common sense of the word used today but much more in the traditional sense of days gone by. Down the sweeping stairs with her heels clicking on the polished marble floor she is aware of the heads turning. Her dark hair swept away from her face, waves cascading down her back, she is dressed in a plum suit with her favorite Cuban heeled stockings and 5" burgundy heels. She is always aware of the way people look at her, how the men watch her as she moves fluidly through space, the women stare, some in awe, some in jealousy, and laughs to herself. She has worked long and hard to make this impression and she relishes every little glance without seeming to notice. If they only knew what was really under the suit and how long it took to get here. She is never without her corset and even now it squeezes her strictly into place, she wears no blouse under the suit allowing her bound breasts to be pushed high into the plunging neckline of the suit jacket, nipples brushing the fabric with each step. She is aware of the stockings pulled high by the 10 garters into her bare cunt lips, the plug fucking her ass and the ropes tightly through her cunt pinching her clit, she loves these feelings. She steps into the library, the smell of the wood fire and rich aromas of cigars and scotch fill her senses. She loves this masculine place. Choosing a leather chair by the fire, she sits alone. The waitress brings her amaretto in a brandy snifter, they know her here. She swirls the amber liquid in the glass and breaths deeply of the wonderful smell before taking a sip. Crossing her legs, she settles in to watch the people. She squeezes her legs together, feels the pinch, the need, spreading through her body like wildfire. She stares dreamily into the fire for a moment thinking of how she got here, thinking of the One who molded and shaped her, tested and pushed her. She thinks of the punishment received for having bare legs, just a simple thing to have not done, yet still a crucial one in His mind. It is a mistake she will not make again. A movement to her right brings her back to the present; the waitress offers her a cigarette. Reaching for the lighter on the silver tray, a hand covers the waitresses and slips the silver lighter out of it. A warm masculine voice says “Thank You”. A smile slips over her lips, He’s here her mind whispers, warmth spreads over her again, filling her and igniting the fire deep inside her loins. She puts the cigarette to her lips, head down but eyes rising to see Him. He towers over her; she inhales deeply then slowly, sensuously, lets the smoke slip from her lips, “Good Evening Master”. “Good evening My slut” He says, blue eyes shining brightly. He takes her hand gently; she rises effortlessly and is immediately encased in His strong arms. His mouth seizes hers, their tongues caressing each other as His hands roam His property, feeling the tightness of the corset, slipping down her waist to feel the garters. He feels the curve of her ass and pats it once firmly, she moans into Him and He moves away. She is somewhat dreamy as He takes His seat next to hers, thinking only of falling to her knees and pleasuring Him, when He instructs her to sit. She smiles devilishly and lowers herself, being sure to give Him a nice view of His hard tits as she does. Apparently another gentleman has noticed this view and smiles at her as well; she winks and focuses her attention on her Master. A nod to the waitress and His drink is ordered. She quietly tells Him someone else is watching her now. When the waitress brings His drink, another Amaretto in a snifter…they do have such lovely matching tastes, He instructs the waitress to send a drink to the gentleman at the bar with His compliments. She resumes smoking her cigarette with added care to her posture and demeanor, sexy, sultry…wanton even, she tries to exude as much sexuality possible, but really doesn’t even have to try any longer, and she has been trained well. She loves to be watched and He loves to have her watched, He has recreated her solely for pleasure. She crosses her legs again, the wrap skirt shifting just enough to reveal the garters and the place where her thighs meet, she looks to Him as if to ask should she change it, He reads her instantly and with a quiet half smile says “No My slut, let him enjoy the view.” She settles back a little and begins bouncing her foot ever so lightly, that one small little movement becomes a huge reminder of Him as the plug begins to work inside her. He smiles as He watches her, knowing what is happening, “That’s it my slut, feel it, let it build.” She is tightening around the plug, her foot working a little more now, she picks up the snifter gently, her long nails shining as her slender fingers swirl the Amaretto again, she loves the delicious smell and thinks of it on warm skin…would Master like its taste on her warm skin…she smiles and continues to bounce her foot. She knows her Master is watching intently, studying her movements and her face, searching her eyes for the feelings He feeds off of. He wants her to enjoy the feelings. She shifts a little in her chair, forcing the plug in even more, she wants so badly to grind her hips but this isn’t the place, she knows how to cum in public without showing it to the untrained eye. Laying her head back a little she exposes her neck, longing for His teeth and gently places the glass on the small table next to her. Her hands grips the arms of the leather chair, feeling its suppleness, breathing deep for its scent, this fire inside her growing. “Enjoying little one?” He asks. Breathlessly she answers “Yes Master”. His voice is like fuel to her, each word from His lips spurring her onward. “Feel that plug in My ass, feel the stockings, squeeze My cunt.” She begins to get lost in the feelings, so many swirling inside her now; passion, need, lust, burning her from inside. She closes her eyes. “Thank You for the drink” a deep voice says. Momentary panic grips her, her eyes fly open, she tries to remain calm, Master is here. she tells herself and relaxes a little. She uncrosses her legs and re-crosses them, again the slit showing her garters and resumes bouncing her foot. A smile comes to her lips as her Master chats with the gentleman. They seem to know each other. “And who is your pretty lady friend, Stephen?” he asks. “This is My slut, Lily.” He replies. So they do know each other! He steps over and takes her hand in his and kisses it. “Very nice to meet you at last, I have heard so much about you.” She smiles as the questions fill her mind. Who is he, what has her Master told him. “Thank You Sir” she manages. He turns back to her Master, “My girl will be along shortly.” So this isn’t a chance meeting, it was planned, how exciting. “Slut, My friend Paul has been watching you; would you like to tell Him what you are doing?” A million responses cross her mind “Sir, i am enjoying the plug in Master’s ass.” Her nipples harden even more at this admission to a total stranger. Her face flushed, lips trembling as she lets the feelings catch up with her, she concentrates on her master’s eyes. The men are talking again; low words hum in her ears. They are watching her for any sign of impending orgasm. She shifts in her seat, fingers sliding along the leather arm of the chair; she loves the feel of leather. She begins to rock her ass in the seat, trying to force the plug in farther. Laying her head against the back of the chair, she arches her back slightly, shaking her shoulders a little to feel the fabric on her nipples. “Squeeze” He whispers. She tightens around the plug in her ass, forcing the ropes to pinch more. Her nipples stand out noticeably now…her eyes close, lips part as the fire beings to overpower her. “You have 30 seconds slut.” She is aware of her bareness at this moment, electricity attached to His words focuses her and she wills the fire to consume her. The wetness in her cunt, the ache to be fucked there, stocking tops slide almost imperceptibly but rub those cunt lips, ropes pinching, plug fucking, she forces the sensations to build, melding into one erotic, hot desire. “15 seconds slut, if you don’t I will grab you by the hair and force you to your knees and bury your face in MY crotch right here in front of everyone” He hisses…god how that turns her on…and the fire finally does consume her. As His last words are fading from her mind the orgasm is exploding within her. Her hands grip the arms of the chair, she stiffens and straightens in her chair, chin down, face flushed. She is panting and looking intently at her Master. Her foot no longer bouncing now but shaking at the strain with which she is squeezing her legs together; her lips close, a low throaty growl comes forth, softly but intensely. “Yes MY slut” He growls back “Very nicely done”. “Thank You Master” she says in a silky voice full of her desire for Him, a sly smile appears as she relaxes back into the chair, knowing full well this is not the end. She reaches for her cigarette and, of course, finds it has burned away while the orgasm was burning her. Seeing her need, Paul offers her one of His own, she hesitantly looks to her Master, seeing Him nod she thanks Him. She reaches for the offered cigarette. It suddenly is withdrawn, she looks to Paul with questioning eyes, He simply looks at the floor. Can He mean He wants her on her knees to receive the cigarette? Certainly Master would not allow this. Pushing the questions out of her mind she quietly slips to her knees, lowers her eyes and thanks Him again for the cigarette. With a little tremble in her hand, she raises it to her lips, He lights it. “She really is lovely Stephen, and I do like this view best, please return to your seat, Lily.” She carefully rises to her feet finds her chair behind her and sits. Stealing a nervous glance at Master reveals His smile and she knows He is pleased. The men resume their conversation while she tries to relax. She lets her eyes wander the Library, watching the occupants in their conversations and the waitresses attending the customers. The Library is thankfully somewhat empty this evening, only two other couples engrossed in themselves, a pair of gentlemen playing chess, and a few assorted singles at the bar preening for each other. Scanning the room again she spies a petite, dark haired woman silently slip in the leaded glass door from the lobby. She is a tiny thing, wearing a white delicate lace dress, a little above the knee, bare tanned legs and simple white flats. She stands in the dimly lit doorway her eyes obviously searching for someone. Their eyes meet for a brief moment and light of recognition blooms on her face. Quietly she approaches, her body a silhouette against the soft lighting, her curves nicely defined, breasts small but pert. This must be his girl. The dark haired girl moves quietly around Paul’s chair, drops silently to her knees, eyes down, before Him. She speaks not a word only waits to be acknowledged. How graceful she is, so unassuming. Her Master places His hands on her shoulders and kisses the top of her head. He whispers something only she can hear and then both she and Paul are rising, He holding one hand as she ascends. “Stephen this is my jewel, Andrea” Stephen rises “Very pleased to meet you Andrea, may I present my slut, Lily” from the edge of her chair, she nods “i am so glad you could join us, Andrea, very nice to meet you” but Andrea does not reply. “You may be seated, my jewel.” Lily studies the girl before her; she looks to be about her same age, very quiet. Deep mahogany eyes and raven hair without a trace of makeup on her flawless skin and thick lashes framing those beautiful eyes, she is radiant. She is obviously of Latin decent but so very tiny. Lily tries to meet her eyes but they are forever just slightly lowered. She is so reverent in His presence, her training obviously different from her own. “I think they will look quite nice together” Stephen says. This gets Lily’s attention. What could they possibly have in mind for us? She turns quickly to ask Him, questions written all over her face, old fears welling up inside her, but the look on His face stops her cold. He is smiling but something about it says “Don’t even think of asking”. “Slut, Paul and I have some things to prepare for you and Andrea. Meet us in Our room in 20 minutes, do NOT be late.” Stephen says as He stands His blue eyes boring through her. She nods “Yes Master” her excitement showing openly on her face. “You may have one drink, Andrea, while you get to know Lily.” Paul says. The men glace at each other and turn for the door, leaving the women in uncomfortable silence. “I wonder what their plans are for us” Lily whispers, glancing at her watch. Andrea just shakes her head, her silence confusing Lily. Is she allowed to speak? Is she nervous? “What would you like to drink, Andrea?” “A screwdriver, please” she says, voice like silk. Lily motions to the waitress and places the order. “I’ve never ‘played’ with another couple before, have you?” “Yes a few times, Paul likes me to dominate other women” Andrea answers, staring at her hands in her lap. Lily feels her face flush, she has never imagined being dominated by another woman and was definitely not expecting it to happen anytime soon. She checks her watch again, only 5 minutes have passed. Andrea’s drink arrives. “Please charge these to the room, as usual and add yourself a nice tip.” “Oh, Stephen has already taken care of the tip.” she replies with a mysterious smile and walks away. “That man thinks of everything!” Lily giggles. Andrea looks up for the first time as the drink touches her full lips, her eyes meeting Lily’s, there is definitely a connection there. Although Lily has trouble imagining Andrea dominating other women, she feels a power emanating from her, quiet and dark. They stare at each other for a long moment, each trying to read the other. Andrea’s gaze never breaks and it is finally Lily, somewhat red faced and fidgety who finally lowers her eyes. She is feeling the desire grow in her again and shifts uncomfortably in her chair. She never would have guessed this unassuming quiet woman would have made her break that way. “Do you enjoy dominating other women? she asks. “I enjoy the taking of another, building the passion, making them hold position until I choose to allow them pleasure. I enjoy the emotionality of other women, watching the desire, rise to the surface, threatening to break, and forcing it to sustain until I decide to allow it to wash over them.” Andrea’s voice is hypnotic and Lily’s body responds to her words, nipples hardening again, imagining what it would be like to succumb to Her will, it reminds her of the power Stephen holds over her. Lily checks her watch again. Can she wait another 10 minutes with this woman without the desire burning inside her finally consuming her? She thinks not. A change has come over Andrea, she isn’t the quiet, unassuming woman who walked in here just a short while ago, she has transformed into a smoldering vixen that now rises and comes to sit next to Lily. “Wonderful stockings you have on Lily, how many garters?” she questions as her hand slips over Lily’s knee. “Ten” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper as the hand probes higher on her thigh. Instinctively, Lily adjusts herself to allow Andrea’s hand easier access. Her eyes close as she breathes deeply…willing her to go farther. Andrea speaks again, her breath close in Lily’s ear “You are so deliciously warm, Lily, so soft and yielding. I like that very much. Imagine how it will feel when you are unable to move, my hand caressing you this way.” That does it; Lily is completely there now, imagining all that could possibly happen between her and Andrea. She is amazed this doesn’t scare her, she has never really desired to be with another woman, but as if Stephen knew Andrea would have this effect on her, she gives in to the feelings and ceases to question. Andrea is purring in her ear now…“Yes you little slut, you like Me touching you, as I like to touch you. I can see the creamy flesh of your breasts, how wonderful it will be to taste them.” Lily lets out a sigh of pure desire, but her hand is gone now. “I think it is time we go, don’t you?” She takes Lily’s hand and is leading her out of the Library. It feels as if she is floating, still wrapped up in the desire she has. When they come to the elevator instead of the stairs, Lily stops, somewhat confused, “We are taking the elevator.” Andrea says as she squeezes her hand in a sign of control. The brass scrolled elevator doors open, the attendant steps out to hold the door for them. With everyone in, Andrea instructs the operator to the third floor. As the doors close, Lily leans back against the wall a little and is then covered by Andrea’s body. Her arms twining around her, she yields under Andrea’s touches. Andrea’s mouth searching for hers, the kiss she gives probing deep into her. Hands covering her breasts now, My god how sweet she tastes. He must really be enjoying this show. Lily thinks but the thoughts are gone quickly as she gives herself to Andrea. The elevator stops, the operator turns and announces “Third Floor, Ladies” His eyes widen at the scene before him. Andrea disengages and takes Lily’s hand again. “Thank You” Andrea says as she floats past the man with Lily in tow. Confidently and with purpose, she leads Lily to the room. To Lily, the world is a fog; she knows where she is but can’t quite remember how she got here. Andrea stops before room 312 and knocks softly. Stephen answers, “Right on time, wonderful!” Andrea joins the men. Smiles on animated faces…there is definitely electricity in the atmosphere. Still somewhat spacey, Lily leans against the wall not hearing, only watching and even that is fuzzy to her. Movements are in slow motion. Her mind is reeling with everything that has happened since her Master left with Paul, it was nothing like she expected when she first saw Andrea. “Andrea” Master Paul’s voice stern “present yourself." Immediately Andrea reaches behind her, unzips the dress and lets it fall to the ground. Kicking it to the side she falls naked to her knees before him, hands rise above her head, she lowers her face to the floor and waits. He begins to circle her, taking in every inch of her bare form. He speaks softly to her, too softly for Lily to understand His words. Andrea draws in a deep breath; “yes Master” her only words. He walks to the bed, on which, Lily now sees, many restraints are laid. Leather straps, arm binders, leg binders, rope and even some nylon webbed belts all lay out neatly. For the first time, Lily notices the large metal frame, dominating one end of the suite. Lily wonders how she could have missed this huge object nearly reaching the ceiling. It is shaped like a tent frame without a tent, really just a large metal cube with many eyelets inserted all along the frame and a central beam. “Your turn Slut, present yourself.” her Master’s words cut through her fog. Hands moving of their own volition, first unbuttoning the jacket, then the skirt, she stands before Him in corset, stockings, and heels. Her bare bound breasts, nipples erect and wanting, ready for Him. She is trembling in anticipation. Stephen crosses to her, hands claiming her bare flesh as His own, for it is His flesh. He squeezes and kneads her breasts, hands unrelenting as He works them. Sharp stinging slaps, she gasps, fingers pinching, twisting nipples to full erectness. He leans into her, mouth inches from her own, “Ready for the clamps, slut?” Breathless she nods, “Yes, Master” Fire erupts first in her right nipple, then the left. Her breath comes fast and hot as she tries to mentally will the pain away. His arms slip around her, crushing her to Him, clamps biting even harder into the tender nipples. She moans loudly as His mouth covers hers, eyes closing, she lives for these kisses, tongues dancing together, searching. She feels the desire well up in her and presses even harder into Him. Her hands rise to His face, fingers searching for His beard, she loves the feel of Him. He pulls away. Eyes still closed, she waits. She hears the men briefly exchange words, quick; quiet words, and hears jingling. Ordering her arms behind her, He moves behind, the leather of the arm-binder creaking as He readies it, He begins to work the arm-binder into place, she strains trying to offer no resistance, once it is in place, He pulls the straps under her arms and over her shoulders, crossing in the back and pulls first one buckle tight then the other. How many times has she felt this, never imagining the first time she wore it that it could ever be so tight. He begins to work the laces, pulling her arms tighter and tighter into place, when she thinks she can bear no more, He ties it off. He is in front of her again. Speaking swiftly and with conviction; “Tonight, MY slut, you will find out what it is to be slave. You will have no choices, no say, and no safe sound. Once the gag is in place, you will be expected to do as ordered without hesitation, without fail, no questioning, no way out. Your only duty to obey, to please, to feel, do you want this?” Her eyes open, she looks deeply into His and replies, “Yes, please, Master.” As the sounds leave her lips, His hands are rising. One final quick kiss and He commands her to Open. The penis gag is quickly put into place; He moves behind her and tightens it down hard, harder than she has ever been gagged before. The buckle is locked. In her complete focus on Him, she had not noticed what else was taking place in the room. Her eyes grow wide as she studies Andrea’s tightly bound body. Leather straps at ankles, legs folded and another strap pulling calf to thigh, arms in an arm binder and that strapped to her body at waist, ribcage and chest; her small breasts straining against the straps. “You’re staring slut. You’ve seen women so helpless before, isn’t it much nicer in person?” Stephen asks with obvious delight. A muffled “uh-huh” is all Lily can manage, but her mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to take it all in and guess what is happening. She breathes in slowly calming herself, her clamps momentarily forgotten. Stephen’s hands are roaming her body, smoothing over her ass and stockinged legs, stopping briefly to deliver two quick sharp slaps before moving to her breasts. He grasps the chain on her clamps and begins to tug, walking toward Paul and His captive Andrea; she has no choice but to follow. She struggles to keep up with Him, all the bouncing pulling at her tender nipples and of course He is pulling as well. He stops at the bed and tells her to sit. She watches the men talk, trying to hear every word but they are being very diligent to keep their words from her. She lets her eyes fall to Andrea’s bound form. She is trussed much tighter than Lily imagined, her tiny form a neat little package. Andrea seems calm and content, not moving a muscle. Paul added a corset before placing the straps, a deep blue satin one and Lily can see how tiny Andrea’s waist is, how delicate, now that the corset is there. There is some additional strapping and Lily thinks Andrea looks packaged to be suspended from the rigging. “I think you have seen enough for now, slave.” Stephen says “Close your eyes.” Reluctantly, she does just in time to feel the leather mask covering them, silently wishing she could watch. “I want you focused on your clamps and your mind focused on what is happening to that body of MINE." He pushes her back on the bed, her arms, though numb, aching and pinned under her, her clamped nipples stretching and pulling against each other, her hard, bound tits standing out from her body. He slaps her thighs and orders them spread wide. She strains to allow Him access, pushing her knees as far open as she can. His fingers searching her cunt, pulling at the ropes, pinching her clit, forcing their way deep inside her, she shudders. He is feeling the fullness in her ass, talking to her, telling her to feel it too. Her flesh prickles with excitement and she moans into the gag, her tongue feeling the shape of it, wishing it were His cock in her mouth. His hand is quickly replaced by a long, hard, object, which is seated deep inside her. A moment later it buzzes to life. “That should keep you occupied while we finish our work.” Locked within herself, she allows the feeling to take her. She begins to struggle some on the bed, pushing the plug into her ass, fucking it, the vibe pressing hard against it with every thrust, nipples cruelly jerked as she does so. Vaguely, she is aware of Their movements, sounds of ropes being worked, but for now all she wants is to be away in her own world. She is safe there, pained and hungry with desire, but safe. She works into a rhythm, rocking her shoulders, fucking the plug, the fire taking hold of her, building and burning. She imagines Stephen watching her and works harder willing the orgasm to come. Fire explodes across her thighs, four or five quick bursts. She screams into her gag. “Not yet, cunt! I have not given you permission.” Stephen hisses and she slows her movements. Panting behind the gag she reminds herself, tonight she is slave, nothing more, nothing less. She lies still, absorbing the feelings, letting them fill her but not encouraging them too much. She rolls to her side, jarring the clamps again but easing the ache in her arms. Wishing she could see what was happening around her she whispers a silent thanks to Master that He has not taken her ability to hear away. Now that she has turned the focus from so deeply inside herself, she hears them working, breathing heavy and words quick. She pictures Andrea there, strapped so tightly, and wonders what she is thinking. What will They do with Their packages. Again the vibe inside her is beginning to take her thoughts, curiosity, away. She rubs her legs together slowly, feeling the ropes pinch again, the stockings slipping against each other. The anticipation is an enormous entity feeding her desires. Flashes of every suspension scene she has ever watched begin to flood her mind like a movie in fast forward, searching for something that seems plausible. Sounds of metal on metal and sounds of labored work tell her they are almost ready for her, time seems to slow. Each snap of a link and adjustment of a strap loud in her ears; creaking ropes and leather bring more images of helpless women in silent flight, she pictures Andrea suspended in this same flight. Silence…then hands patting at Andrea’s flesh. Smiling voices, as the men admire their work…words are lost to her though. “Concentrate on the feelings, don’t let your mind take you too far” she tells herself. She breathes deeply, steeling herself against all doubt and fear. “We will use her hard today, Paul. Harder than she has ever been used before, she wants to be slave, today she will be used as such.” her Master’s words hard in her ears as hands seize her arms pulling her upright. Dizziness washes over her as she struggles to steady herself, even though the hands still hold her tightly. She tries to picture the room again and where they are taking her. After about 10 steps the hands stop her and she is instructed to remain, still, where she is. One of the men leaves her side and then hands are working on the penis gag in her mouth, adding weight to it. She remembers all the penis gags she has ever seen before, all with dildos attached and knows she too now has one. When He is done fixing the dildo in place, she turns her head some, testing the weight of it. “On your knees slave” comes the command. Hand still on her arm, she lowers herself to the carpeted floor, the hand releases her. “Forward.” she moves quickly, being careful not to topple over, the jarring of her awkward movements pulling her tits painfully this way and that. “Stop”, she sways a moment but stays upright and kneels waiting anxiously. Hands on her arms again, she is being positioned, tiny little steps on her knees, shifts of position, until they have her right where they want her. “Spread your knees slave”, quickly she complies, opening them again as wide as she dares and then wider still, her thigh muscles straining and quivering. Her breath shallow she wills it to slow and deepen, calming herself again. She feels warm hands caressing the insides of her thigh, body pressing into hers and pressing into the clamped tied tits. Fingers searching her tied cunt, finding what they seek and taking the little pleasure with them as they go, the warm body she hopes is Master, going as well. She shivers. “Chin up slave” she feels a heavy cold object being fitted into place, the posture collar. It digs into her chin and she struggles to stretch her neck as long as she can make it. Tighter and tighter it is pulled until she can’t stand it any longer, whimpers beginning to escape despite her desire to keep them to herself. She hears the lock being fitted into place and knows it will not come off anytime soon. Gasping behind the gag, she tries to calm herself again, panic beginning to get a foothold in her; desperately she tries to squelch it, taking comfort in her blindness and her inability to escape in any way. Her shoulders shake causing the clamps to shake and pull as well. Fire across her ass as the crop lands and a command of “Be Still!” issued. She tells the pain and fear to go, imagines it seeping from her fingertips. Fingertips she can no longer feel. Warm flesh is being placed around her face; she smells the wetness she knows must be Andrea. The flesh Andrea’s thighs. The dildo is being directed now, guided between those thighs. “Kneel up slave” straining, she does and hears the wetness as the dildo meets resistance and pushes inside Andrea’s suspended form. Andrea gasps and begins to wriggle, trying to escape it. “Slave, your job is to pleasure Andrea. If you work too fast you will be whipped, if you work too slow, you will be whipped. You have 10 minutes to bring her to orgasm.” Her Master’s instructions at first make no sense; she is too stunned to understand. When the crop lands, she jumps and suddenly understands what she must do. She must raise and lower herself in order to accomplish this task, a kind of human fucking machine. Slowly Lily begins to raise herself, feeling the resistance; she bites into the penis gag, and again lowers herself. Low moans escape Andrea’s un-gagged mouth, Lily can feel her trying again to squirm away but she has nowhere to go and Lily knows soon she will be squirming to meet her thrusts instead of moving away from them.

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