The Discovery Lady Nuala

She was definitely the kind of girl who got a guy's attention and she knew it: a bit short, small firm tits, tiny waist, and dirty blonde hair that fell over her face a lot while she spoke, prompting her to draw the silky strands back with her neatly manicured fingers, plucking them off her full, shiny wet lips. She worked as a receptionist in his mom's office, and every time he went to visit his mom, she'd tease him. She'd finger the buttons on her blouse, right between her breasts, drawing his attention to where she wanted it, or bend over the desk to reach for the phone, letting the short, tight skirt rise up over the back of her thighs, often deliberately looking over her shoulder at him, just to make sure he was looking. And he was. She loved the affect she had on him--the power. He definitely had the potential to be exactly what she needed, she thought. A target...

He was one of those nerdy guys--shorter than average, tightly cropped curly hair, round face, a little stocky, with a slight squeak to his voice that made him seem less than manly. He was a bit of a know-it-all, using an arrogant tone, often trying to order her around. When he came to visit his mother, she teased him for it, making him wait until she finished some menial task before she'd press the intercom button. "Mrs. Thomas, your son is here," she said smirking at him.

It was around 6 pm, and everyone else had cleared the office but her. The doors were locked and she laughed to herself as she saw him wrestling with the handle outside. Turning the deadbolt, she let him in, swinging the door wide and turning, her long straight hair swaying as she walked back to her desk, deliberately strutting. His eyes were drawn to her ass as it wiggled side-to-side, until she turned suddenly, lifting herself playfully onto the desk, her legs swinging as she leaned forward to meet his lowered gaze, smiling widely, knowing right where it had been. She pulled at the long strand of her hair that had fallen over her nose, pushing the tip of her tongue out to meet it. "You're mom's not here," she said, her eyes glinting "So I guess that mean's you're here to take me out for a drink?"

He laughed nervously. She knew she had him. She slid off the desk, bending over to grab her purse across the desk, again looking over her shoulder to catch him as his eyes poured over her body. She was hopeful that he'd be the right type for what she had in mind, but there was one thing she had to be sure of before she could truly know.

They'd had several drinks in at the bar. As they left, she closed in on him. She deliberately swiveled around after he'd opened the car door for her, instead of climbing into the passenger's seat, as he'd expected. She stepped forward, guiding his hand off the door handle and slamming it shut behind her. As she looked him directly in the eye, she reached forward, grasping his belt buckle, stepping sideways a few paces, guiding him. Her hand sought the handle to the rear door, and as she flung it open, she pushed him into the back seat and straddled his lap.

She needed to be sure. She reached for the bulge, and squeezing with her palm, she sighed with feigned disappointment and genuine relief. *Small*, just as she'd hoped. He pulled her forward, kissing her passionately. She made quick work of his belt and zipper, thrusting her hand down into his briefs, and curling her fingers easily around his tiny shaft. It really didn't take more than a few strokes... She thought to herself, how perfect he was... completely inadequate to please her in any way, except as a target for her humilation. And little did he know, but she had loads of it in store for him.

"Well that was quick" she said, wrinkling her nose at him. She giggled a bit as she pulled her sticky hand out of her his pants. She held it up to his face. "Lick it off," she demanded. His face froze and he shook his head. "It's only fair. It is your mess...and on my pretty little hand," she said in a pouty voice. She waited, her hand held steady as the cum dribbled down over her palm . Her face became serious, her voice lowering. "Do it," she commanded, pushing her hand to his lips.

He remembered doing it as if he were watching somebody else do it, his tongue slowly slipping out of his mouth to lap at her delicate palm, gagging on the taste and texture of his own cum. He couldn't believe he was doing it, but he did, and he wasn't sure why. He was always in control of himself.

But she knew why. And he was perfect... just perfect for what she had in mind.

They were quiet in the car as he drove her home. She didn't let him come in, and she wouldn't give him her number, either. Not now, anyway. He knew where to find her, and she knew that he'd be back for more.

Copyright Nuala MacMoragh, January 21, 2011, all rights reserved.

Meet The Kinkstones Anonymous

“Wilma!” hollered a naked and spread eagle Fred Kinkstone from his basement at 301 Cobblestone Way. “I’m cold! Can I at least get a loincloth?”

Wilma Kinkstone descended the stairs slowly in her form fitting saber tooth tiger-skin jumpsuit, her tiny ankles and wrists almost non-existent. In place of her trademark Rockymoto pearls was a wide tyranosaurus-hide collar, adorned with shimmering sand dollars.

In the background, Bruce Springstone's Quarry Days played softly on the Octopod.

“Now Fred,” Wilma said sternly in her familiar nasal voice. “Do I have to strap a giant rock gag into that big yap of yours?”

“No Wilma.”

Wilma leaned in and grabbed a big chunk of Fred’s hair attempting to pull his head back, a very difficult thing to do to a large man with no discernible neck.

“I’m sorry,” squeaked Fred. “MISS Wilma.”

“That’s better,” Wilma replied.

The red haired seductress examined the small snapping turtles that were clamped shut on each of Fred’s nipples, flicking each several times with an instigating finger.

(“Does yours taste like Wilma's piss?” one of the turtles quipped to the other. The companion turtle nodded, bobbing up and down.)

Wilma sauntered casually atop her 5 inch triceratops heels towards a large anthracite cabinet hidden in the shadows of the darkened basement. Swinging the double doors open, Wilma examined the contents. Hanging helplessly on the large St. Sandstone’s cross, Fred craned his indiscernible neck trying to see what might be in store for him.

Wilma stepped aside momentarily, just enough so that Fred could see the outline of several sharp, sleek implements. Wilma reached into the cabinet and confidently selected one of the objects.

As Wilma started her return walk, Fred saw that she was wielding a long rigid Pain-Stork, a devious and pointy beak at one end, the other end boasting a set of moving talons. She pointed the beak threateningly at Fred’s belly.

(“Oh brother,” said the stork as an aside. “I could be delivering cute giggly babies right right now, BUT NOOOO, I had to be a Stork-trooper! Me and my big pointy mouth.”)

Wilma prepared to give Fred a good firm jab when she was halted by a familiar voice.

“Hey Freddy Boy, you home?” called neighbor Barney Rugburn, a fireplug of a man.

“Uh… We’re busy Barn,” shouted Fred.

“Oh ok Fred. I thought you might like to try out my new pteradactyl hedgeclippers,” Barney replied.

Placing her hand over Fred's big yap, Wilma called out, “Barney, you have pteradactyl hedgeclippers with you?”

“I sure do.”

Wilma shot Fred a wicked look. Forming a megaphone around her mouth with her hands she shouted, "We're downstairs!"

…to be continued.

Ghost Mistress Anonymous

The sun beat down on the over heated metal of the old car.

Heat haze rose from the sheet metal in waves as time slowed down.

The dusty smell of new mown hay was strong.

Mixed with the astringent scent of fresh cut wood.

The smell was intoxicating.

There was also the smell of heated cloth, and the acrid smell of burnt insulation.

All over lain with the drifting teasing taint of gasoline.

I sat slumped forward in the old two tone green machine.

Totally relaxed, eyes closed, breathing long slow breaths thru my slack mouth.

There was no pain, there was no.....awareness.

Only me....and the heat....and the smells.

Then....the sounds.....oh the sounds....the soft sensual sounds.

Bird somewhere trilling, chirping....pipping as if nothing unusual had happened.

and the tic, swish, tictic of field grasses tapping against metal.

A creaking, a low groan of stressed wood, metal.....earth.

it was a symphony...a low....on going... intricate weave of sounds leading my attention this way and that.

I could have lain there forever in that moment.

I wanted to lay there.....and drift.

It was calm....and warm...... and almost pleasant.

But.....the memories seeped in.

The shock of waking up,...I had fallen asleep at the wheel.... the decision....the oh so bad decision.

The wheels locking up, the tires skidding and screaming.

The crunch of gravel, the snap and slap of branches.

The roller coaster thrill and terror, then blackness.

And now.......the drifting....and the memories.......

OHHHH!!....WHERE IS SHE?! Where is she?

She was next to me....holding my hand.

Humming along with the radio.

Where is she ....where...ahhhhh!.....I can't see her!

That was months ago.....many long...agonizing....months ago.

She visits me now.....during the long sleepless nights.

She tells me...its alright.

She doesn't blame me.

When the pain......yes..the pain eventually followed

when the pain was finally gone..... the physical pain...

When the therapists had done all they could do.

Life went on.....and then the real pain....the pain of loss began.

The nights of racking sobs began, the tears that could not stop.

but life went on.

I survived, I went back to work, I did.....normal things.

I shopped, I ate......I hid inside myself.

and then the nights.

The longing began, the memories of before that day returned.

The songs on the radio that reminded me of her.

The smell of the coffee she brewed in the morning...I loved it..I hated it.

I lost sleep, I lost weight........I lost......interest....in everything.

Then...one cold...rainy night.

I lay in my dark bedroom, surrounded by layers of pillows.

Drifting in thoughts of her, the scent of her....still imagined on my pillows.

Thats when she came to me.....unseen.....

Whispered in my ear.......blew lightly on my cheek.

Sighed against my lips that she would always be with me.

That she would be there whenever I needed her.

That we would always be together.

I slept.

I woke the next morning, long scratches on my sides....legs.

light bruises on my thighs.

Satisfaction deep.....inside of me.

She had forgiven me.

MISTRESS........ was back.

Trials Confession Microcosm

Distinguished Ladies of the Dominion,

Where to begin. Reasons and excuses of course will not help me now. Instead I will prostrate myself before all of you, in attempts to appeal to what little pity I've earned, if any at all. My actions leading to the trial were reprehensible. In my newfound comfort and resulting excitement of existing in the courtyard, I failed to keep in mind how much I desired to show my respect, not for the thrill that would consequently follow, but for the sake of pleasing and admiring those who reside here. The uncompromising manner of the Esteemed ladies of The Dominion creates an atomsphere unmatched in all of Second Life, that I'm honored to experience in any form.

Like anyone else I've struggled with my identity at times, and who knows what I'll conclude tomorrow, but submission, like my fetish for latex are the only constant means of inspiration I can rely upon. How I choose to experience them is all that shifts over time. I'm hopeful that The Dominion can also be one of those constants. I am comfortable here, and wish to only express that comfort in service. I'm sorry to those I offended. I do not want to misrepresent myself, nor those who call this their home. As Lady Zarita said as she locked me away before trial, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions;" I can only hope that at least my intentions were clear, being that condemnation may be sweetly. unavoidable.

I underestimated the sanctity and sincerity between all of you, and made a mockery of those who welcomed me even as a strange, quiet, cross-dressing fool, more concerned with his appearance than the connectivity he claimed to seek. I debased potential bonds that could have defined me for the better. Please forgive me, Everyone.

The Icecream Anonymous

This story may not be the sexiest or the hottest, but it was my first sexual kind of dominant sexual experience. I was 17 years old I lost my virginity three months before. I was with my parents on summer holidays. We went to a tropical island and for me was totally exciting. I was a party animal already at that time, and every night I would leave my parents at the hotel and would go out hunting. It was pretty easy, I would go to a pub, get a drink, dance few minutes in the dance floor and *zap* Gotcha!

But that night was different. I decided to sit and eat an icecream, since I was at the beach swimming all day and I was totally hungry. It was midnight but the place was full. I was sitting there when I noticed two guys sitting at the other side of the Ice cream Shop. I crossed a couple of looks with one of them and I smiled shyly. He smiled back to me while he kept talking with his friend. They were talking about soccer, of course, while they keep pointing to some kind of soccer magazine over the table. We kept changing smiles for a while and then I decided that was time for me to go to the club. I could feel that night would be different.

I stood up and I went to pay to the cash register... I could feel their eyes on me, on my tall white vinyl boots and my cute innocent white short dress, mixing innocence with sensuality... I always loved that.

He waved to me while I was leaving... I waved back shyly. I keep walking direction to the club and I felt they were following me. For one moment I was a really freaked out, they seemed older than me, maybe 23 or 24 years, very strong and... sexy!

I arrived at the club. I went directly to the dance floor and I started to dance.

I turned back and there they both were, dancing just across the dance floor. I made a sign to join me and they came closer to me, we danced and enjoyed the music for a while. At that point I was really nervous. I went to the bar and asked for a tequila, and they joined me. We started to *talk* or kinda, since they were dutch and my first language is not english, but after one hour we were having some laughs... blame the tequila maybe. One thing led to another and suddenly one of them asked me to dance, so I agreed. We went to the dance floor and we started to dance... and I looked at the other guy sitting there alone watching us so I made a gesture with my finger to the other guy sitting to join us.

In that moment is when it all started. I guided the hands of the guy behind me around my waist and made him approach to me while I passed my arms over the shoulders of the guy in front. We closed our eyes and we let the music guide our movements, pretty hot music I have to recall! I could feel the breath of both guys on my skin while I was pressing both against me, grabbing their clothing closer. Some people were staring us, but I really did not care a crap about them.

We kept dancing about one hour more, teasing, kissing, laughing, it was just perfect.

The kisses were getting more and more intense, first one... then the other, turning, teasing, bitting, a bit wilder... our bodies were demanding more so we talked about going to the beach near the club. All was a rush, the two amazing men, the *who knows* what will happen... I am not sure if that was the first time they did it but what was coming seemed that was new for them.

We found a nice spot, we could hear the music from the club and the waves from the ocean, it was perfect. We started to undress one each other, very lovingly, sweetly even. Kissing caressing... maybe they did not want to scare me, then I started to move more wildly, grabbing their hairs, feeling all those new sensations I started to get more in the mood, suddenly my hands were guiding them, the two boys together, they looked at me and then they hesitated a bit. After that I kissed one and while I was kissing the other he joined the three of us... We enjoyed of each other during all night long... When the sun rise up we were exhausted. We refreshed ourselves in the ocean and went for breakfast. We laughed very much about what we did, since some parts of the night were surprising.

I was leaving two days after this so we just had time to meet one more time. We shared some letters till we forgot each other I suppose. But I will never forget that night.

After that, I felt a bit weird for a while since I shared my experience with my best friend and she got all angry and disgusted with me. Just took time to notice that not everybody has the same way to enjoy their sexuality, and mine was not the same as hers.

An Undelivered Letter By Violet Darkstone

Dear X,

I wonder if you know how beautiful you are to me. Certainly the people around us don't see it, but then, they don't know the depth of our connection. All they see is the humiliation.. the degradation that I force you to endure... and I know that some of them wonder if you have any self-respect at all. I know that you do. I know that you are a talented, confident man.. and it is your confidence that allows you to emerse yourself in your embarrasment, to wallow in the thrill of your own humiliation, and come out the other end of it undamaged... unscathed.

I know that there are those who think you are weak... a doormat... because you let me walk all over you... because I never allow you to refuse me anything.. no matter how uncomfortable, how painful, or how humiliating it might be to you. But what they don't know is that you are the strongest man that I know.. and that it is this strength that allows you to surrender yourself so completely to me. That allows you to lose yourself in your service to me. That allows you to never say no to me, even when some part of you really wants to. Yes, X, I see the depth of your submission and it takes my breath away.

I know that there are those who have seen us play who wonder how you can endure the pain that I put you through. I know, because I have heard their whispers at play parties we have attended. They wonder how you could let me go so far and how you can possibly withstand the suffering I force you to endure, much less enjoy it. But what they fail to recognize is the depth of your trust in me. And it is this trust, this bond that links us together, that allows you to fall into that torrid, erotic place inside of yourself, where pain and pleasure live as one single thing. It is this trust that allows you to suffer so completely for me, to bleed for me.. to experience my sadism and to ride the waves of your own masochism without having to think or to worry about your own saftey. You know without asking that you are always safe in my hands.

Yes, X, I see your self confidence and your humility, your inner strength and the depth of your submission, your trust in me and the beauty of your suffering... and it is all these things make me want to possess you so completely.. that inspire me to push you further mentally, emotionally, physically and sexually each and every time that you are at my feet.. and at my mercy. And it all these things that allow me to lose myself in the experience of owning you, of humiliating you, of delivering exquisite pain to your flesh until we are both ready to collapse from exhaustion.

Yes, X.. you are beautiful to me in ways that others may never understand completely, but then, they'll never know you like I do.

V.

the end

Toni's Confession

I arrive for an appointment with you Mistress .

Mistress - ''Have you been a good boy Toni?''

Me - ''Yes Mistress''

Mistress- ''You refrained from orgasms as I instructed?''

Me- ''Err....yes Mistress''

Mistress- ''Why don't I believe you.......get undressed!''

I move slowly with a certain amount of guilt.

Mistress- ''Hurry up!''

I strip down to my waist.

Mistress- ''...and the rest''

I undo my belt and allow my trousers to fall to the ground.

Mistress- ''..and your knickers!''

I slip my thumbs into the waist band and pull my pants off.

Mistress- ''Bend over the armchair!''

I do as you instruct.

Mistress- ''Feet apart!''

You use your feet to kick against my the inside of my ankles to hasten the parting of my legs.

You grab my smooth balls.

Mistress- ''They are empty. You have been wanking to a finish haven't you?!''

Me- ''Yes Mistress''

Mistress- '' I told you that I wanted your ball sac full when you called today. It is empty! I told you to wank and not cum didn't I?''

Me- ''Yes Mistress''

Mistress- ''Right then, I will have to fill them up''

You put your hand between my legs and grab my cock. You pull it back between my legs and push a nylon cockring over the head and pull it down to the base of my cock.

Mistress- ''Stay where you are!''

You pick up my trouser belt and use it to whack my ass.

Mistress- ''Apologise, on each stroke of the belt''

Me-''I apologise Mistress''

You give me twelve stokes of the belt and each time I apologise.

You see my cock is hardening, being excited by the punishment session.

Mistress- ''I knew that the ring would have to go on before I punished you. I just knew that your cock would react Now I will ask my slut to assist me.

Mistress- ''Lucy, come in here.''

A small youngish girl about 20years, comes into the room.

Mistress- ''Toni, stay where you are. Lucy sit on the floor and raise your face and suck his cock.''

Lucy does as you ask and it is not very long before I am cumming. Nothing erupts from my cock as the cockring is stopping ejaculation.

Mistress- ''Do it again and again Lucy. I want that ballsac full. I will ensure that you are rewarded Lucy''

Lucy works hard with her mouth and tongue and I cum four times, but nothing erupts, all the cum is retained.

Mistress- ''Have a rest Lucy. Toni stand up straight!''

I do as you instruct.

Mistress- ''Wank yourself Toni! You have been wanking despite me telling you not to so now's your chance to do it again.''

I wank my cock which is permanently hard due to the cockring.

My hand starts off slowly and increases speed until my cock is jerking hard, again dry.

Mistress- ''See Lucy, how the ring works. His balls are gradually filling up. Wank again Toni''

I use my fingers again, starting slowly with a loose grip and gradually increase speed again. Lucy's hand has slid up under her skirt as she becomes turned on by the sight of my hard cock being wanked. Her hand is inside her knickers rubbing her clitty hood.

I cum again and my hand slows right down to ensure that the climax continues as long as possible.

Mistress- ''Lucy, sit in the armchair, remove your dress and knickers''

Lucy does as she is instructed.

Mistress- ''Toni, kneel in front of Lucy on all fours''

I do as you ask

Mistress- '' Lucy, legs over the arms of the chair please''

She does as asked and her pussy opens up in front of my face.

Mistress- ''I think you owe Lucy a favour don't you Toni, go on suck her pussy''

I do as you order me to. You stand behind me and grab my balls again.

Mistress- ''Good, they're nearly full now, thats down to Lucy, so make sure you suck her clit and use your tongue on her pussy lips''

Lucy places her hands behind my head and pulls my mouth into her cunt. Her body shakes and an orgasm goes through her body.

Mistress- ''Right now Toni now I have to decide how to make you cum after I have taken off the cockring, but first I will reward Lucy for her hard work.''

Mistress- '' Lucy' put on a nice blouse and your shortest skirt. Nothing else. But before you do that, bring me a chastity belt and a French Maids outfit.''

Lucy does as you say. You take the chastity belt.

Mistress- '' Stand up straight Toni''

You strap the belt tightly around my waist. From behind me you reach through between my legs and pull my shaven cock backwards.

You then reach through and pull the chastity pouch through and make sure my cock and smooth balls are tightly contained within it. You take the end of the chasity pouch and lock it onto the belt. It is like a thong with a pouch but much stronger.

Mistress- '' Dress him in the uniform Lucy'' She does as you say and I stand in front of you.

Mistress- '' I want those balls still to be full when I return Toni, so no messing with them, as if you could!''

Toni - ''Yes Mistress''

Mistress- '' Come on Lucy. I may ask you to fuck any of my friends we meet at the restaurant and that's why you are wearing very brief clothing, quick access is vital!''

Mistress- '' Toni, I want you to wash the dishes and hoover the house whilst we are away.''

Toni- ''Yes Mistress''

You and Lucy leave. I do as you say and get my chores done to please you.

The door opens.

''Where is the Mistress?, I've come to see her''. It's your boyfriend Nick.

Toni-''She has just left for a meal with Lucy'' In fact you have been gone over three hours, but I don't want Mister Nick hanging around waiting for you. I hope he will go.

Mister Nick-'' Your Mistress has been having fun with you hasn't she?'' He looks my outfit up and down and makes a grab for my cock.'' She has you in a chastity belt eh?''

Toni-'' Yes Mister Nick''

He pushes me over back of the armchair and lifts the back of the outfit. He tries to move the belt ''Even your slut pussy is tightly covered''

Just as well I thought, sounds like he wants to fuck me.

He grabs my hair and pulls me off the armchair, takes me round the front of it and throws me back into a sitting position.

Mister Nick-''We'll just have to do it another way slut''

He kneels on the arms of the chair so his waist is in front of me. He undoes his trousers and unzips his fly. A huge cock springs out and he aims it at my mouth. He pushes it against my lips and forces them apart.

''Suck'' says Mister Nick. I have no option but to do as he says. He fucks my mouth and his big cock nearly suffocates me. After several minutes I feel him start jerking and he empties his balls into my mouth.

''Swallow'' he says ''and don't spill anything''

I nearly choke but continue sucking him until every drop has been sucked out of him and swallowed.

He removes his cock and does up his trousers.

'' Don't tell your Mistress will you slut, otherwise you will be sorry.

Toni- ''No Mister Nick''

He leaves, I shall no doubt be in trouble for telling him you had just left and suitably punished when you find out.

You both arrive back only fifteen minutes later.

Mistress- '' Let me see how the chastity belt has worked. Ah yes, still there but I see you have been messing about with it. That was Mister Nicks fault of course but I don't say anything.

You unlock it and grab my balls again.

Mistress- '' Ah good, still nice and full, bend over the chair Toni'' I do as you ask and you lift up my french maid's outfit. Lucy appears wearing a strapon dildo.

Mistress- '' Do as I told you at dinner Lucy''

Lucy '' yes Mistress''

She has a bottle of oil and pours a small amount at the base of my spine. It runs down to my ass. She stops some and inserts one finger. She pushes in and out so more oil lubricates my asshole. She gradually inserts more fingers and soon there are four of her fingers fucking my ass.

Mistress- '' Now fuck him Lucy''

Lucy places the head of the dildo against my ass. There is no more gentle foreplay and she rams it in as far as she can. She fucks my ass, thrusting in and out as fast as she can.

Soon I have a hardon again

Mistress- '' There Lucy I said that his cock would harden when his ass is fucked.

Toni- ''Please let me cum Mistress. I need to cum so much. My balls ache''

I reach down to grab my smooth hardon and start wanking. You slap my wrist away.

Mistress- '' I will decide when and how Toni''

Toni-'' Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress.''

Mistress- '' Follow me, both of you''

Lucy follows you up the stairs and I follow on behind her. we are soon in one of your spare bedrooms, which has a certain amount of bondage equipment.

Mistress- '' Undress Lucy'' Lucy does as you ask. ''Now lie on the bed''

Lucy is naked on the bed and you gesture to her to open her legs slightly.

Mistress- '' Now Toni, I want you to fuck her''

I don't need a second invitation and I slide my cock into her tight pussy. I think it won't be long before I cum, but you have other ideas and you grabb my balls and restrict my movement. I am only moving slightly in and out of her. My balls were already full and now there is no more room for more cum.

Mistress- '' Nice and full now aren't they Toni?

Toni- ''Yes Mistress''

You can feel that I will cum soon so you pull back my balls and my cock withdraws from Lucy.

Mistress- '' Not yet Toni''

You are still squeezing my balls and I kneel between Lucy's legs. Your other hand starts wanking me. You hold my cock tight and wank it fast and hard. Soon I feel an orgasm coming that won't be able to stop. You keep wanking me and I orgasm long and intense. My cum shoots all over Lucy. You keep slowly wanking me, ensuring every drop has been drained from my balls.

You release my balls and push your hand towards my mouth.

Mistress- '' First, clean my hand'' I do as you say and lick your hand and fingers until they are completely clean.

Mistress- '' Now clean up Lucy''

You push my head onto Lucy's chest and I lick her tits and nipples to clean her. I then slide further down over her stomach ensuring every drop is removed. Then down onto her pussy which is very wet anyway. i lick outside her pussy and inside her pussy lips.

Lucy '' Mistress, some has dripped down to my ass''

Mistress- '' Lift your legs Lucy, higher so your knees touch your nipples.''

Lucy complies exposing her pussy and ass to us both.

Mistress- '' lick her ass clean Toni''

I do as you say and soon every drop has been totally removed.

Mistress- '' Now Toni, downstairs''

I walk downstairs naked.

Mistress- '' I will contact you when I want you to visit me again and don't cum in the meantime''

Toni- ''No Mistress''

You open the door and push me outside naked. You throw my clothes at me and close the door........