Controlled Foster Family
Chapter 5
It had been an awkward couple of days after Jacob left. All of the women were quiet and nervous around me, not sure what to make of the new situation. I was the head of the house, as dictated by Jacob with all rights and duties. I did not rush into making any changes or exerting my authority, I didn’t have to. Mary was still the same shy submissive girl she had always been, however she stopped her flirtatious behaviour for the time being. Rebecca seemed to enjoy the situation. No longer afraid of setting off Jacob’s hair trigger temper she started to assert herself more over Mary and even Sarah to a degree.
Sarah showed the most noticeable change in her behaviour, no surprise there. It is not every day that your 19 year old Foster ward sees you bound and beaten in a hidden dungeon, then the next day is given full rights as your husband. Our discussion had cleared some things up for me, but she had not said anything related to the suggestion that I had planted. Instead, she went about her day with a quiet efficiency, making small talk but trying to avoid being alone with me whenever she could. I was just about to press the issue when she came to me.
It was late evening, after supper and all of the evening chores were finished. I was in my room in the basement, killing time until I fell asleep when I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened it and Sarah stood there, she was in her nightgown and robe and had done her hair in braids for bed. Clearly, there was nothing sexual about this I thought as I met her gaze.
“I was wondering when you would be ready to talk.” I said as I backed up and waved her into the room. She walked in and gave a small flinch as I closed the door behind her. She looked around nervously, her hand fiddling with the belt of her robe. I gestured to the bed “Please, sit down.” I said as I leaned against the dresser and crossed my arms.
Sarah sat and looked up at me, her blue eyes darted around sliding away from my gaze then coming back for a second before looking elsewhere again. She licked her lips nervously and adjusted the hem of her robe so it covered her legs.
“How about I start.” I said in a gentle but firm voice. “Sarah, what was going on in that room under the barn?”
Sarah looked around the room, then took a breath and answered, “Jacob uses that place for my confessions, and to administer my penance.” She looked up at me, “Every Sunday evening we would go there and he would hear my confession. He did not believe that the Minister at church was sufficiently strict to properly address my sins.”
This made sense, it was pretty much exactly what had happened between us in her bedroom last week. I remembered that Jacob had left on Sunday afternoon, and here it was mid week. Sarah must be boiling over.
“Maybe we should start from the beginning, so I understand where you came from and how you got here. Tell me about yourself, the whole story.” I said and she nodded.
“I was raised in a very strict household, my father believed that children needed to be taught early to respect their elders and God. My mothers were very respectful of his wishes and they made sure that no sin, no matter how slight was allowed to pass.” She said, in a surprisingly firm voice with no malice or anger.
Wait a second, “Mothers, Sarah did your father have more than one wife?” I interrupted and she nodded. “Yes, he was the head of our church and as such was responsible for the supervision and discipline of all of the women in the congregation.”
Holy shit, this explained a lot. “Sarah, were your parents Mormons?” She nodded again.
“Then how did you end up here, with Jacob? I thought that Mormons didn’t allow people to leave the church?” I asked, of course all I knew about Mormons was from Reddit.
“It was difficult, but my mother realized that the Bishop was going to give me as a wife to one of the senior members of the church when I came of age. She didn’t want happened to her to happen to me, so she took me and ran. They found us though so an arrangement was made, I didn’t have to marry the person I was originally intended for but I did agree to marry a man from our faith, and that was Jacob. We settled here and the Church bought us this farm.” She said proudly as she looked around the room. I guess for someone like Sarah, that was a win.
Things started to fall into place, this explained not only why Jacob was such a self righteous asshole but also why he was so determined to start his own church. He was going to start his own Mormon congregation right here, and I bet that Rebecca was set up to be his first Concubine. No wonder he was so hard on her; and why he was so pissed that she left for college with Mary instead of staying on the farm.
“Thanks, that explains a lot.” I said, “Now back to you and Jacob, when did he start to discipline you?”
She looked down, suddenly shy again. “He has always done that, it is how we, we um...”
“Sarah, Jacob has asked that I serve in his place. I need to know what to do if I am to obey his command, now tell me about what happens in the dungeon and how it makes you feel.” I barked in a commanding voice.
Sarah flinched in response to my tone. I had been fostered to enough messed up households to see the symptoms of battered wife syndrome. This is how she expected to be treated, I couldn’t pussy foot around if I wanted her to answer me.
“My Lord bids me to attend him in the confessional every Sunday, unless I have committed a grievous sin that needs to be dealt with right away. When I get there, he binds me to the altar or the cross so that I may not display any weakness about my penance, then he takes my confession. I tell him of my sins in great detail so that he may properly administer my punishment. Once I have confessed all of my sins, my Lord administers the penance as he wishes and I accept it as is right for a sinner.” Sarah said with a firm voice, filled with conviction and pride.
“Go on, what happens after your penance has been completed?” I urged, leaning forward.
“After my sins have been purged, the love of God flows through me. I feel so elated and joyous that my Lord has saved my soul that I am overcome with feelings of, of...” she hesitated, looking at me shyly.
“Pleasure, ecstasy, arousal? After he has punished you, you and Jacob have sex, don’t you?” I said and she nodded.
“Sarah, I know what it is and how it is done so you have no reason to be nervous around me.” I said and she looked up at me with a grateful expression.
“Jacob is the only man I have been with. I have never told this to anyone else and it is a great relief to be able to talk to you about it. Thank you Chad, thank you for understanding how difficult this is.” Sarah said with a sigh.
I stood up, raising my chin and looking down at the woman sitting on my bed “Sarah, I will hear you confession in Jacob’s stead. Go to the confessional and prepare yourself for me, I shall be out soon.” I said in a firm no-nonsense tone. Sarah lowered her head and nodded, “Yes, my Lord” she replied in a quiet voice. Then she left the room without looking back.
I gave it about fifteen minutes, and then headed out to the barn. It was dark but I saw that the hatch to the dungeon (confessional now I guess) was open and a dim light shone up from the hole. I descended the ladder and looked to see Sarah waiting for me. She was kneeling on the bare ground the center of the room She was still wearing her nightgown but she had unbraided her hair and it hung in golden waves around her head. Her eyes were downcast and her hands were on her knees submissively.
I stood there for a moment, towering over the woman who knelt before me awaiting my command. We had been here before, but now she was giving herself to me, not Jacob. It was intoxicating. “Where should I restrain you Sarah, the cross or the altar?” I asked as I pointed to the sawhorse and the X-frame.
“Jacob preferred using the cross for the confession and the penance, then moving me to the altar after.” She replied, not looking up.
“I am not Jacob, I will do things my own way. Assume your position on the Altar.” I said and she nodded, moving to straddle the sawhorse with her arms and legs hanging down the sides. I saw that she had already fastened leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. I heard her take a sharp breath as I tugged her arms and legs into position to clip them to the rings set into the legs of the sawhorse. I stepped back to admire the sight in front of me. Sarah’s light cotton nightgown clung to her back, following the flow of her shoulders, waist and ass like a ski hill. Her muscular arms and back showed under the thin straps and cast dark shadows over her skin in the dim light of the room. I heard light clinking of metal as she tugged gently against her restraints, as if to reassure herself that she was indeed properly bound and helpless.
I walked around her in a slow circle, and saw her head move as she tried to keep track of me. I finished by standing in front of her and she raised her head to look up at me. “Why are you here, my child?” I asked.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” She answered in a soft voice. “It has been ten days since my last confession.”
I guess when Jacob had her out here last he didn’t bother with any confessions. He just wanted to find out where she had gotten the money to buy her outfit. “Yes my child, confess your sins to me and receive penance.” I said as I looked down at her with a contemptuous expression on my face.
“Yes Father, since my last confession I have acted in a way that was wanton and lecherous. I tried to tempt my husband into breaking a vow of chastity in order to satisfy my selfish womanly needs.” She relied, looking at me nervously.
“Tempting a man into sin is serious, especially one as devout and beloved as Jacob. You are truly a harlot and a succubus.” I snapped, and she hung her head in shame.
I walked over to the wall and picked up a leather strap. I laid it gently across her back and she shivered as the cold leather touched her bare skin. “There were twelve disciples whom Jesus left to guide the world after his ascent into heaven. By sinning against Jacob, you have sinned against them as well. Your penance shall be twelve strokes, and with each stroke you shall beg forgiveness from each of them. Do you understand?”
“I understand Father.” Sarah replied, and I saw the muscles of her back and shoulders bunch as I lifted the strap to deliver the first blow.
Slap! The sound of leather striking flesh filled the room.
“I am sorry Peter, please forgive me.” Sarah screamed.
Slap! “I am sorry Paul, please forgive me.” She wailed.
10 more blows and 10 more disciples and I laid the strap down on the table. Sarah’s back was red with the marks left by the heavy leather and her body rose and fell as she took deep, gasping breaths.
I walked around front of her, her head was hanging down off of the edge of the bench. I took her by the hair and pulled her face up so I could look in her eyes.
“Do you have any other sins to confess to me tonight?” I said in an indifferent tone.
“Yes, yes.” She gasped. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have taken money that should have been given to the church to spread your glory and wasted it on myself. Instead of donating it as a tithe, I spent it on clothing and other items for my own selfish needs.”
I stepped back in mock alarm, gasping in shock. “You evil woman, you have stolen from the church? You have taken that which should have spread the Lords love and used it for yourself?”
Sarah nodded, sobbing in shame. “Yes, yes Father. I have stolen from the church and need to be punished.”
I picked up a riding crop and moved around beside her, placing my hand in the small of her back and pushing her down firmly onto the bench. “Just as Judas took thirty pieces of silver to betray our Lord Jesus, so have you taken money that was meant for the good of the church. You shall receive fifteen blows in penance for your sin.”
I leaned over and struck the back of her thighs with the crop. The shackles holding her legs rattled as she flinched in pain but she made no effort to avoid the blow. She wailed as I struck again and again up and down her legs, never in the same place twice so as not to cut the skin. When I was done she twitched and spasmed in her restraints.
“Thank you Father, thank you for forgiving me.” She sobbed.
“You are welcome my child. Do you have any other sins to confess?” I asked, wondering how long she wanted to draw this out. It was interesting; it seemed that she could make it last as long or as short as she wanted by determining how many sins she wanted to confess to. Most couples just use a safe word.
She took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself, “Yes Father, I have acted in a disrespectful manner toward my husband. He gave me a command and I was reluctant to follow it.” She said, looking down at the ground.
“What was the command that you have failed to follow my child?”
“My husband ordered me to obey another as I would obey him.” Sarah said, still looking at the floor.
“Why were you reluctant to follow this command from our husband, it is the place of a wife to obey.” I snapped back.
“Because, I thought that the person whom my husband ordered me to obey was just a boy. But now I know that he is a man, a man worthy of my respect.” She said as she raised her head and looked at me with clear eyes.
I nodded in reply. “It is good that you have come to this realization, however you should not have had any doubts. The word of you husband is law and if he has told you to obey another then his word becomes law too. Do you understand your failure?”
“Yes, I understand and accept my punishment as a weak woman.” She replied.
I walked over to the wall where the remaining straps, crops and paddles hung. I idly ran my fingers over them, leaving Sarah in suspense as to what I would decide to do. I picked up a wooden paddle and gently slapped it against my hand.
“It has been nine days since you were given this command, and nine days in which you chose not to obey it. As penance you shall receive nine blows.” I moved around behind her and saw her tense, her ass cheeks clamped together, trapping her nightgown between them and forming two smooth round spheres of firm flesh.
Smack! I delivered the first blow and she grunted in pain. “You will count these off as I deliver them or I will not stop.” I said. “One” she replied in a clear voice.
“Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,” she called out as I laid blow after blow on her ass. I was tempted to pull the nightgown up to see how it looked, but I didn’t. Let this be limited to punishment for now I thought, we can get to pleasure later.
I put the paddle down on the table and walked around front of her. She raised her head shakily and I saw tears running down her face. “Thank you Father.” She said in a shaky but clear voice.
“Do you have any other sins to confess to me my child?” I asked, stroking her sweat soaked hair as she sagged on the bench.
“No Father, I have no more sins for tonight.” She said, and then looked up at me with eyes full of lust and desire. “You have purged the devil from me and I feel the glory of God flowing through me. How can I ever thank you.” She asked in a husky voice.
I paused for a second, looking at her as she lay there helpless before me. Damn, she was definitely ready, but she was too messed up for my tastes. Her face was red and puffy from crying, her hair was stringy with sweat and her nightgown clung to her back and legs in damp patches. I like my women neat and tidy, and made up for me like a present, not looking like a car wreck.
I knelt down to unhook her cuffs then moved over to the ladder. She gingerly climbed off the bench, a confused and disappointed look on her face. I turned to face her as she stood there, cotton nightgown hanging off her, leather cuffs still fastened around her wrists and ankles.
“Sarah, I am not Jacob. While I respect what you and he had together this does not do it for me.” I said as I waved my hand over her. “I like my women clean, made up and sexy. Sorry, but you look like shit.”
She looked down at herself in her shapeless nightgown, her dirty bare feet on the ground as she pushed her damp hair out of her face. She stared up at me with sad eyes as she tried to straighten herself out.
“Gangster Rap” I said and her head dropped.
“Sarah, you are incredibly turned on right now. You are disappointed that I am not and will do whatever it takes to fix that. Until you do, you will not touch or pleasure yourself in any way. You will think back to the dream you had and the next time you ask me to bring you down here, you will be prepared like that. Do you understand?” She nodded in reply, her shoulders lifting in resolve.
“Death Metal” I said and she snapped out of the trance. “Good night Sarah” I told her as I climbed the ladder.
The next day, after lunch Sarah and Mary stayed in the house to do some cleaning and prepare for dinner. I told Rebecca to come with me and we headed out to the barn. She was surprised when I walked past the ladder to the loft and showed her the trap door that was no longer concealed by the hay. “I have something to show you” I told her as I lifted the door.
Rebecca followed me down the ladder into the darkness, I could hear her breath quicken with her nervousness. I reached up and guided her down the last few steps, my hand sliding up her smooth muscular legs and over the curves of her body until she stood next to me. I turned on the light and felt her tense in surprise as she gave a startled gasp.
She looked around the room, her eyes wide with shock at the dungeon and its contents. A table full of crops, straps and paddles along one wall, a rack of cuffs, gags and lengths of rope against the other. On the far wall, the X frame with its eyehooks and snap links and in the middle the room the saw horse bench. I watched her expression in the mirror on the far wall, her eyes wide with surprise as she read the sign above it.
““For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12.11. Holy shit” she said in a soft voice.
“Yep, Jacob and Sarah had quite the secret life.” I replied as I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched in surprise, then looked up at me.
“When did you find this?” she asked breathlessly.
“Jacob showed me before he left, apparently this is one of the duties of the man of the house.” I replied. I looked down at her “You had no idea this was here? I thought he might have brought you out here when he thought you needed ‘discipline’.”
Rebecca shook her head, looking around again as if to confirm she didn’t imagine it. “No, he would bring me out to the barn, but not down here.” She paused, and looked up at the ceiling. “In fact, he would bring me back to this spot, but up in the barn. He made me bend over and hold onto the wall right up there as he beat me.” She pointed to the ceiling where the back wall of the barn was. “I guess he did bring me here, just not all of the way.”
I nodded and put my arm around her shoulders, taking a firm grip as I turned her back to face the far wall with the mirror. We looked at each other in it, she in her t-shirt and light cotton shorts and me in my work shirt and jeans. “It’s mine now, and I think I know what I want to do with it.”
She stiffened, then looked up at me “You do now. Let me guess, you want to hook me up to one of those things so you can have your way with me.” She said in a teasing voice.
“No, I want you to do that to Mary.” I replied, and she gasped in surprise. She tried to pull away but I held her tightly.
“Imagine it, you bring Mary out here on a leash. She has a collar fastened around her neck and she is following you like a scared puppy. She doesn’t know what is happening, only that you told her that this was my idea and as the head of the house, she has to obey.”
I felt her take a sharp breath at the implications but ignored her as I continued my narrative.
“You bring her down here where I am waiting. She asks what is going on but I just point to the frame and snap my fingers. You push her forward, she is scared but curious and obeys. She trusts us and this stirs something that has always been hidden deep inside her. She doesn’t fight as you fasten the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her tits rise and fall with the deep breaths she is taking to calm herself as you secure her to the frame.”
I walked forward, pulling Rebecca along with me. She didn’t resist, but moved stiffly as if I had put her in a trance.
“Mary asks what we are doing, what will we do to her. You tell her that it is not her place to ask, but to obey. You shove a gag in her mouth to silence her, she struggles a bit but you force it in and she whimpers pitifully as you strap it tight.” I felt Rebecca look over at the table where the gags lay, her arm twitched toward them.
“You step back and admire your work. Mary his bound and gagged, helpless before you. You reach out to touch her but I call you back. You hesitate, you want take her right there but you know better. You know not to disobey your Master.”
I felt her shudder at that word. We were in the middle of the room now and I stopped and turned her toward me. She looked up at me with wide brown eyes, her lips slightly parted as she took ragged breaths. I took her by the shoulders and held her firmly.
“You walk back to me, ignoring the woman bound behind you. You drop to your knees before me in worship, your Master, your Lord.” I pushed her down and she slowly fell to her knees, her gaze dropping to the floor.
“I tell you that you have done well, you have pleased me with this offering.” I felt her tense under my hands, the ever elusive praise making her tingle in pleasure. “You bow your head before me, happy that your efforts have met with my approval, but you know that I am not satisfied. You beg to suck my cock, to show me how eager you are to serve your Lord and Master.”
“Master, may I please suck your cock? May I please worship at the temple of your body?” She said in a quiet voice. I reached down and tilted her head up, her eyes sought out mine and I saw that the arrogance and confidence was gone. Instead there was a pleading submissiveness, as if my next words would make or break her. I nodded and she gave a small smile of relief.
She reached up and unbuckled my belt, sliding my pants down and taking my cock in her mouth. No kissing or licking, she was as eager as I was and started sucking it deep and hard.
“Mary watches us as you serve your master. Her eyes follow you as she observes your technique and wishes that she could do it half as well.” I paused as Rebecca moaned around my cock, her hands reaching around to grab my ass and push myself deep into her mouth.
“You hear her behind you, the rattle of the chain as she struggles in her bonds, the muffled sounds of frustration she makes as she gets more and more turned on by what she is seeing.” I stroked Rebecca’s hair as she sucked and licked at my prick. The cool, dry exhalation from her nose cooling the shaft of my cock as she pulls back, the moist warmth of her mouth heating it up again as she slides forward.
“I tell Mary, ‘Do you see how a good woman serves her man? How a well trained slave serves her master? Your juvenile efforts have been acceptable so far, but you must learn to properly suck a cock if you wish to remain a part of my harem.’” I feel Rebecca’s fingers dig into my ass cheeks as I speak. The idea of her being better than Mary, being superior strikes a chord. She takes my cock deep into her throat, her nose pushes against my pelvis as I feel her working the back of her throat against the bulbous head of my prick. Damn, she is really trying here.
“Enough, undress yourself and show me what you offer.” I say and I push Rebecca off my shaft. It slides out of her mouth with a pop and she gasps for air as I pull her to her feet. I pull her t-shirt up and she struggles to take it off, then removes her bra and shorts until she is standing naked in front of me. I shove her forward and bend her over the sawhorse bench. I had draped a blanket over the rough wood but she still grunts as I push her down hard.
“Hands behind your back slave, you will have no more need for them now.” I command and she quickly complies, crossing her wrists in the small of her back her tiny fists clenched in nervous tension. I reach over to the rack and pull off a length of rough hemp rope and use it to bind her hands. She stiffens as she feels herself being restrained, but lets out a low moan as I cinch the rope tight.
I walk around in front of her, my erect cock in her face as she lay across the bench. She tries to shuffle forward to take it in her mouth again but I grab her by the hair and yank her head up. She gasps in surprise and pain but freezes in place.
“No woman, you are done with your mouth for now. You will not need it again so I will take it from you.” I grab a ball gag and force it between her teeth. She opens her mouth wide, but the gag is still almost too large and she moans in discomfort as I secure the strap behind her head. Once she is firmly gagged, I move back around behind her. She tries to follow me but I give her a sharp slap on the ass.
“Eyes front, watch in the mirror if you wish.” I command and she looks forward at herself reflected in the mirror on the far wall. I see her eyes widen as she looks at what has become of her. The large gag fills her mouth to the limit and some of her dark hair has come loose from the ponytail to frame her face. Her tits hang down on either side of the bench and her legs are spread wide as she tries to reach the floor with her toes. She watches as I pick up a large belt and use it to secure her to the sawhorse, strapping it around her arms and waist and fastening it tight. She is completely helpless now and shudders as I slide my hands down the smooth tanned skin of her back and ass. She yelps as I give her a hard slap.
“Look at the wall, look where Mary is watching you.” I say and her gaze moves over to the vacant X frame. “See her eyes, wide with lust and fear. What will happen now, you are both helpless before me. What will I do to you? She is scared of the thoughts running through her head, but also afraid that she will be left out. Will she be doomed only to watch as we play out the lustful scenarios that she has never given voice to but only dreamed of?”
Rebecca moans into her gag, I see her fists clench and her hips squirm as she tries to grind herself against the bench. I give her another smack on the ass and she yelps in pain.
“No slave, your body is for me to enjoy. You do not seek pleasure, you give it, do you understand?” I bark and she nods in response, I see her watching me in the mirror as I move around behind her. She whimpers as I slide my finger up between her legs, her pussy is already wet with arousal and she fights to keep from pushing back onto my probing hand. I tease her, sliding the tip of my fingers in and out of her slit, never deeper than the first knuckle.
She moans into the gag and screws her eyes shut in frustration as I feel her cunt tensing around my probing. “Imagine what poor Mary feels, bound, gagged, but forced to watch as I do this to you. It must be a hundred times worse and her pussy must be aching with desire.” I see Rebecca nod in response to the image I have crafted for her.
I slide a condom down over my cock and move forward to straddle the bench, positioning the tip of my dick between Rebecca’s engorged pussy lips. I feel her freeze, desperate for me to fuck her but afraid of angering me into denying her any longer. I reach forward and grab her ponytail, pulling her head up.
“Look at her, look at Mary. Watch her as I fuck you slave.” I tell her and I see her in the mirror turn her face toward the corner. She grunts in surprise as I shove my cock hard into her hot cunt, then squeals into her gag as I slap her on the ass again.
“Imagine poor Mary, so eager, so desperate to have what you have earned. I am your Lord and Master, and you are my servant and slave. But her, she is nothing yet, an ornament in this dungeon who has yet to serve any purpose but decoration.” I felt Rebecca nod her head and saw her fists clench as I pounded her from behind. She grunted into her gag but her eyes never strayed from the corner where “Mary” stood. She pushed back against my cock as best as she could, bouncing her hips on the bench in time with my thrusts.
“Yes, very good Rebecca. You do that so well, you know what I like don’t you?” I said as I stood up, grabbing her hips to push myself deeper into her body. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of me fucking her and the image of poor Mary being denied something that she was being given. She clenched her cunt muscles, massaging my cock as it slid in and out of her.
“Poor Mary, poor sweet Mary. So decent, so proper, but so weak and so boring isn’t she. She may be everything that Jacob wanted her to be, but where is he now?” I say as I fuck the helpless woman before me. “All of that time spent trying to be innocent and good, and what did it get her? Now she wants to be what you are, sinful and desirable, lustful and naughty.” I feel Rebecca respond, she nods her head in agreement as, she tries to drive her hips back harder against my thrusting cock.
“Mary wants me, badly. But she knows nothing, everything she has learned has come from you hasn’t it?” Rebecca nods again, grunting into her gag as she tries to respond.
“And now, you will teach her even more. You will teach her not just how to be a woman, but how to properly serve a man, won’t you?” I continue, and Rebecca nods eagerly again, I see her looking back at me in the mirror as she desperately tries to convey her agreement. She moans long and loud into her gag as she feels my dick start to quiver in her pussy. She knows that I am close and does whatever she can to bring me off, desperate to please me. She moves her hips in small circles as she clenches her cunt muscles around my cock. She looks back at me with pleading eyes, begging me to cum inside her.
I give her what she wants, and her eyes close in pleasure when she feels my cock throb as my cum flows through it. She milks me with her pussy as I fill the condom, I will have to get them on some birth control so I can shoot my loads inside them. I grab her ass and shove deep inside her, my balls clenching as the last of my orgasm shoots down my cock and she grunts into her gag as she feels it.
I pull out of her and slide the condom off, tying it shut and dropping it on the floor. She whimpers in disappointment; I know that she didn’t cum herself and she is still flush with arousal. “Don’t worry my pet, we aren’t done with you yet.” I whisper as I crouch down beside her. She looks at me, confusion replacing frustration in her eyes.
“Poor Rebecca, poor frustrated Rebecca.” I say in a soothing voice as I stroke her cheek. “Whatever shall we do for you? You have pleased your master, but he is spent for now. I am sure that you could get him aroused again, but you are desperate for release now, aren’t you?” Rebecca nods quickly in response.
I walk over to the table behind her and open a bag, taking out a wand vibrator with a large soft latex head. She twitches as she hears it turn on and her eyes widen as she sees me in the mirror as I walk up behind her.
“You have been a good slave, you have satisfied your master and now it is time for you to be satisfied. I free you from your bonds and you walk over to where Mary hangs. Her eyes follow you as you approach her helpless form. She knows that you can do whatever you want to her, she is yours to command as much as you are mine. I am your master, but in this place, you are her mistress.”
I felt Rebecca shudder as the implication struck her, not only was she better than Mary, but I had just given her to her as well. She looked in the corner, imagining the blonde girl with the big tits hanging there helpless.
“You free her from the frame, but secure her arms behind her. She is your slave and you like that she is helpless before you. She struggles, uncertain of what is coming but you correct her with a slap, reminding her that you are her mistress and your wish is her desire. You remove the gag, she will need her mouth for what you have in mind. She tries to speak but again you stop her, that is not what her tongue is to be used for.” I said as I touched the vibrating wand against Rebecca’s back. I slid it slowly down along her spine and over her ass until it nestled between her legs. She moaned into her gag, whether from the sensation or the image I am not sure.
“You push her to her knees, just as you had knelt before me. You are my slave, and she is yours. You shove her face between your legs, it is her turn to lick your pussy now. She resists, she has never done this before but you force your will upon her. You licked her, now she will lick you.” I push the vibrating wand against her pussy and she yelps into her gag. She pushes back, imagining shoving her crotch against poor Mary’s mouth.
“She struggles but eventually realizes that it is hopeless to fight against her mistress. Her tongue licks you, tentatively at first but as you teach her what to do she responds with more effort.” I pulled the vibrator back until it barely touched Rebecca’s pussy lips, then slowly pushed it forward again. Her hips ground against the vibrating head and her eyes closed in ecstasy while she moaned gently into her gag.
“She is inexperienced, but she starts to learn. She sees what you respond to and tries harder. She wants to please you, she is helpless and knows that her fate is in your hands. Her tongue finds your clit and rubs against it, you hear her moan into your cunt as she pleasures you, her mistress.” I shoved the massager hard against Rebecca’s pussy, sliding it under her as she raises her crotch off the bench. She spasms as it hits her clit, just like she imagines Mary doing to her.
She pushes her cunt down on the vibrating head and grinds her clit against the soft latex coating. I go with the image, “You grab Mary by the head, your fingers tangling in her long blonde hair. You are so close so you force her face hard against your pussy, holding her just where you want her. She responds, what choice does she have? She sucks on your clit, her teeth nibbling and her tongue licking as she follows your unspoken commands.”
Rebecca came, hard and fast. She howled into her gag as she ground her pussy against the vibrator trapped between her and the bench. Her fists clenched as if digging into Mary’s hair as she held the girl pinned beneath her. Her legs quivered as the orgasm exploded, her toes pointed to the ground as every muscle tensed and vibrated like a guitar string. She bounced up and down on the bench, struggling against the strap that held her and the rope around her wrists as her orgasm continued to flow through her bound body. Finally, she collapsed, her breath coming in rapid snorts through her nose.
I undid the strap and pulled the ball gag out of Rebecca’s mouth. She groaned as she worked her sore jaw, then looked up at me with her brown, lust filled eyes. “When do we do that?” she asked with a gasp.