Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2017 08:33:22 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Catherine's Senior Year - Chapter 03 (lesbian/authoritarian)

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Catherine's Senior Year Ð Chapter 03
By Tappy McWidestance


Author's Note: Chapter three follows Cat as she learns the joys of lesbian
submission. As usual, if you have not read the previous chapters, you might
want to start at the beginning.


To my joy, Dean Beckett emerged from the bedroom looking refreshed,
although still stern and imposing. To say that excited me would be an
understatement. She scanned the room, apparently looking for Di.


"Did she flake out?" she asked.


"Yes, Mistress," replied Jillian. "I'm kind of surprised. She was kneeling
in her room just like you predicted and she didn't resist when I told her
to eat my pussy. I guess there was something she didn't like in how I
described how I served you. Maybe it was that we both served Robert. Maybe
she is less straight than we thought."


"That's a pitty. I would have enjoyed having two new subs to break in," the
Dean opined. "How about you, Cathrine? You didn't get scared off. Are you
ready to learn more about being my submissive?"


I didn't hesitate. "Yes I am, Mistress."


Dean Beckett corrected me immediately. "I am not your Mistress yet. You
have to earn that privilege and you need to learn more about the commitment
you will be making before you can give yourself to me. You may call me Mam
for now. You may call Jillian, Miss. She is already my sub, but she will be
alpha to you. Obey her and show her the same respect you would show me."


"Yes Mam," I quickly replied trying to show I was serious.


"Very well," Viv began. "Catherine bring the desk chair to the center of
the room. Jillian, unhook her cuffs and get some rope from the bedroom."


I noticed Jillian chose to do the second part of her task first meaning I
had to grab the chair with my wrists still cuffed behind my back. It made
it more of a challenge to move the chair, but I was able to do it without
delay. I positioned it facing the couch, although I was not specifically
ordered to do so. By the time I was done, Jillian had returned. She
unclipped the cuffs. I took the opportunity to stretch my arms out. I
didn't know how long of a respite I would have so I wanted to take
advantage of any free time I received.


Mam told me to sit in the chair. She didn't need to instruct Jillian what
to do, so either they had talked about this secretly or she already knew
what her Mistress wanted when using a chair. Jillian knelt down and went to
work tying the D-rings of the cuffs to the arms of the chair. It wasn't
uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to get free on my own either. She had the
skill of someone who had tied knots before. After my arms were secured, she
made quick work of securing my ankles to the chair legs. This had the
affect of spreading my legs and opening my pussy to their lustful stares.


"May I have a quick taste, Mistress?" Jillian asked. Receiving an
affirmative response, Jillian pushed her head between my thighs and gave me
several licks along my slit.


"She is delicious, Mistress. And oh so wet already," Jillian tattled on my
arousal.


"Catherine, I am going to give you a demonstration using Jillian on some of
the things I enjoy doing to a sub. Basically I am going to let you watch,
since I know you enjoy that, our playtime I had planned before I found you
waiting to be captured. Then I will send you back to your room. If you want
to become my sub, you will report to my house at 2pm tomorrow to begin your
formal training."


"Mam," I replied trying to sound respectful. "What happens if I am ready to
become your sub right after your demonstration?"


"I prefer that you sleep on that decision. In the heat of passion it is
very easy to do things you later regret, like walking down a hotel hallway
naked, for example. It will do neither of us any good for you to freak out
like Di. I will demand your complete commitment if we continue so therefore
I require you to have at least 12 hours to think about it."


"I understand, Mam," I replied. Viv sat down on the couch and told Jillian
to lie across her lap.


"Spanking and other forms of impact play are very important in establishing
a clear delineation of social rank in a group such as ours. You will begin
at the bottom and therefore everybody is allowed to spank you. Jillian is
one rank above you having been the last to join the group. She is allowed
to spank you at her discretion. At times, I may command you or her to spank
another group member, but that will always be my choice as they are all
under me, except Richard."


I nodded although I was not entirely clear on the subject. I figured I
would learn as we went along. Viv then told Jillian to count her
strokes. She then began with a firm swat of Jillian's right butt cheek. The
sound reverberated in the small room and Jillian, after a brief yelp, said,
"One."


I wasn't sure if Jillian was being punished for a specific action, like
letting Di leave for example, or was being spanked just because the Dean
wanted to do it. One thing for sure was Jillian seemed to be enjoying
it. Her little yelps of pain seemed to morph into a subtle cooing of
pleasure by the time the count turned 10. By 20, I could see her squirming
on Viv's lap trying to grind her clit into her Mistress' knee. Of course
had I not been bound, I would have been rubbing my own clit as their
display of dominance and submission was working me into a frenzy. In the
end, Jillian received 40 spanks, 20 on each cheek. She looked flustered and
desperate to cum, but Viv had not touched her pussy and as she stood up,
Jillian chose not to do that either. Viv had her turn around and show me
her fire red ass. It looked beautiful to me. She then had Jillian turn so
her pussy was just inches in front of my face. Her labia were puffy and her
clit was engorged. Her arousal scent was strong and floated in the air. I
could see her wetness coating her inner thigh.


"You could not make me cum," the Dean reminded me. "But it would not take
much skill or effort to bring Jillian off. Do you want to try again?"


"Of course, MistreÉ I mean Mam. Please give me another chance," I
pleaded.


Again, this must have been planned or a regular occurrence because Jillian
didn't need further instruction or permission. She put her right foot on
the chair just off my left side. It would have been easier if I was free
and she was sitting or lying down, but bound as I was, if she wanted to
cum, she had to straddle me awkwardly and bring her pussy close to
me. Fortunately for both of us, she had good balance.


Jillian definitely tasted differently than Viv. Not better or worse, just
different. She also seemed more determined to climax. Viv had told me she
had held back her orgasm to test my resolve. Jillian did not. I suppose
being allowed to cum was a reward for her and therefore she was not going
to risk being told to stop. She leaned forward as best our awkward position
would allow and pulled my mouth against her slit. I did my best to lick and
suck her pussy while she did her best to hump my face. Out of the corner of
my eye I noticed the Dean taking pictures. I could only hope they were just
for her consumption.


The Dean called out, "two minutes." I wasn't sure what that meant. I could
guess, but Jillian definitely understood. She pulled my mouth tighter
against her pussy and began to ride me more forcefully. I am surprised she
didn't knock us over. Fortunately for her, and in a strange way for me, she
was able to reach her zenith about a minute and a half later. She didn't
squirt like Viv had done, but I felt a sense of pride that I had been more
involved. I couldn't be sure if it was her grinding on my face or the
actions of my tongue that got her off, but at least I was an active
participant. At that point of the night, that was good enough for
me. Jillian's orgasm was a different sensation for me compared to Viv's
squirting explosion on my face. Jillian's was much more intimate to
me. Certainly the contact of her sweet pussy on my lips played a major role
in that, but it was also because I helped her climax as opposed to Viv
riding the g-spot Hitachi. I think I was also overwhelmed by Viv's
squirt. I certainly had not expected it and I seemed dispatched from the
outcome. I mused that now I needed to get another crack at Viv in the
traditional orgasmic sense and bring her off just with my mouth. But that
opportunity would not happen just yet.


What did happen was Viv was ready for action again. She sat down on the
couch and spread her legs. Jillian was still recovering from her orgasm and
had ended up slumped to the floor. Viv lazily rubbed her pussy, not so much
for stimulation, but to torment me. I say this because she verbally teased
and mocked me asking if I wanted another chance to make her cum (I pleaded
for that) and whether I thought I had learned enough to please her (I
promised that I did although I was skeptical). She also teased me that I
had to prove myself to her before I could receive such a special privilege
as to lick her pussy or even touch her and that my own pleasure was
contingent on learning to please others first. Needless to say she was
driving me wild. My inability to move and touch my own pussy as well as her
hypnotic voice simultaneously building me up and cutting me down left me
panting in need. Fortunately for Viv (and unfortunately for me) Jillian had
recovered enough by now to crawl between her Mistress' legs and begin to
service her properly.


Viv's banter now transitioned into taunting me to watch how Jillian ate her
and to "Learn to be a worthwhile slut" and to "Prepare yourself emotionally
to spend long hours on your knees." My level of arousal was amazing. Nobody
was touching me yet I felt a huge orgasm building. It wasn't that I
expected to climax just from watching, but I felt an awakening stronger
than I had felt with any of the boys I had fucked. This new stimulus of
submitting to Viv (and my extension Richard, Jillian and whomever they
directed) was fiercer than any I had felt before. I was losing emotional
control, something that had never happened with my other partners, as I was
drawn into their web. I would have done anything they asked of me, right
then, and I would have climaxed if Viv or Jillian had so much has touched
my clit.


But as you probably guessed, they didn't. Viv obviously was content to just
keep me in sexual distress. She knew that with every minute she held me
back, I fell deeper under her spell. Watching Jillian pleasure her and not
being able to do so myself was pure erotic torture. I sat in the chair, my
gaze fixated on every act Jillian took to please Viv. Each action and their
corresponding reaction from Viv was burned into my subconscious waiting to
be used again if I ever got the chance.


When Viv climaxed again about 20 minutes later, I memorized every minute
detail of her expression and trembling body. Her beauty seared into my
memory and left a lasting desire to bring her that pleasure myself. She was
gorgeous, of course, but her raw sexuality at that moment of unguarded
pleasure was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had let down the
wall protecting her emotions and in a moment of passion shown me what true
desire looked like. My own pussy was a sloppy mess just from watching
Jillian pleasure Viv. I knew it was a moment I would never forget.


Jillian rolled over from between Viv's legs as her Mistress finally began
to come down from her climax. Jillian had a look of pride on her face. She
didn't say anything, but I could tell she was sending me the message,
"That's how it's done and don't even think you are going to replace me." I
didn't want to replace Jillian. I just wanted to learn how she brought Viv
so much pleasure so I could repeat her performance. I remember thinking
Jillian might see me as a rival so I had better learn how to please her as
well. Suddenly the thought of being at the bottom of the pecking order
sounded like a good idea because that meant Jillian could order me to
pleasure her as well. All of these thoughts, as well as many nasty ones
about what they would do to me, were coursing through my brain, although I
said nothing. I just sat in the chair (as if I had a choice) and simmered
in my own juices waiting for them to do something to me. Alas Jillian got
her reward for being such a good slave and as the student, I was forced to
watch again. This time I didn't learn much except that being on Viv's good
side had its benefits and if I thought I had been aroused before, I didn't
know what my body was capable of experiencing yet. It started with a simple
command from Viv to Jillian.


"Slave, go get the harness."


Now I may be a neophyte when it comes to the mechanics of lesbian sex, but
I knew what toy Viv wanted. I would have gladly bent over at her direction
so she could use her strap-on to fuck me, but I was well aware that wasn't
going to happen. Jillian hurried to the bedroom. Viv told me this was a
reward for her. When Jillian returned Viv stood up and Jillian dropped to
her knees in front of her to help her put on her weapon. I remembered how
Jillian told Di and I that this fake cock was molded on Richard's real one
but was slightly smaller because he didn't want Viv packing more meat than
he did. During my education this evening I had forgotten that Viv served a
Dom and that if I wanted to be her sub, I would serve him too. I felt my
mouth watering as the phallus dangled from her groin. It looked huge, well
bigger than I had ever had at least, and she looked even sexier than
before, if that was possible. She commanded Jillian to open her mouth.


I didn't understand why Jillian had to give her a blowjob first. I mean,
Viv wouldn't feel it and I doubted Jillian needed to lube up the fake cock
since her pussy was likely as wet as mine. But there she was bobbing her
mouth up and down as if it was real. I suppose the act was a demonstration
of her submission as some women will not suck a cock at all and Jillian was
displaying that Viv was in such complete control that she was willing to go
down on a piece of plastic.


Viv didn't make Jillian suck her off for long. She knew Jillian craved
being on the receiving end and I was desperate to see that myself. I guess
I had a lot to learn about how Viv's mind works because when she told
Jillian to "Assume the position," I did not predict that meant bending over
facing me and using the back of my chair to balance herself. If you are
playing at home that meant her face was right in front of mine and filled
my field of vision. I could tell the moment she was penetrated by the look
on her face as well as the moan from her lips. I wanted to see Viv's cock
pummeling Jillian's pussy so I could dream of her fucking me the same
way. Instead I was forced to learn every minuscule expression of pleasure
and pain as Viv powerfully fucked her and also repeated her spanking. This
time Viv didn't make her count. That was apparently reserved for punishment
while this spanking was a reward. I didn't understand the nuance, but
Jillian clearly did as she was soon lost in the pleasure given to her by
her Mistress.


At some point she kissed me. It wasn't a friendly, sisterly kiss either. It
was a full on passionate, make your knees weak if you were not already
bound in a chair kiss. I'm not sure that Viv approved, or maybe this was
how she showed she did, but she gave Jillian a single, brutally hard thrust
and slammed our heads together. She then pulled her cock back so just the
tip was inside of her slave. At least that was my perception.


"You do the work for a while, you literary whore," she shouted at
Jillian. Jillian rocked back taking her lips out of kissing position and
sliding her cunt back down on Viv's shaft. There is that word again. The
one I don't like. But it is appropriate here as Jillian began to rut on her
Mistress' fake cock. Her face told the story and it was burned into my
subconscious just as fully as Viv's orgasm as she transformed from just a
woman into a sexual being hell-bent on her own gratification as she fucked
herself repeatedly on the fake cock. There was no love on display. The
affection both women had shown each other earlier was gone, replaced by the
animalistic need for sexual release.


Viv would soon dismiss me, but I got to watch them finish. Jillian rode the
cock and scorched my memory for several additional minutes before exploding
in climax. She ended up laying on the floor quivering as her orgasm
consumed her. Viv pushed the strap-on into my mouth so I could taste
Jillian again and to clean it (subs are responsible for cleaning the toys I
learned) and then unhooked it. I watched as she walked back into the
bedroom while Jillian was basically passed out on the floor in front of me.


Viv returned a few minutes later and unbound me. She left the cuffs and
collar on leading me to speculate our night was not over, but it was. She
handed me my door card and a business card. "2pm tomorrow ready to serve or
never again," she said. I was ready to pledge myself to her at that moment,
but as we had discussed earlier, she wanted to give me 12 hours to think
before making that decision. One thing she didn't want to give me were any
clothes for my return trip to my room. Frankly I didn't want her to give me
any. I had come to her naked, more accurately captured by her naked, and I
wanted to leave her naked. I felt no shame, humiliation or fear as I walked
down the hallway. I didn't care if someone saw me. There was nothing they
could do to me if they did. Dean Beckett had captured my mind as well as my
body. My only concern was how Di would react when I walked back into the
room.


Even though Di had made the choice to leave Viv's room on her own, I still
expected her to be pissed off at me. I guess I should have been thankful
she wasn't in our room. I did wonder, briefly, where she had gone, but then
I realized she was probably at the club. Either that or she had gone back
to campus. If that was the case I figured I could get a ride from Jillian
or Viv back to campus in the morning. I was emotionally exhausted so I
climbed into bed. I left the cuffs and collar on. They just felt right to
me and I wanted to sleep in them. I took a couple deep breaths in a vane
effort to relax. As you probably guessed, I didn't have the ability to
relax without touching my pussy and finally giving my body what it had
craved for the last several hours. One finger induced orgasm thinking about
Viv and Jillian was not enough to quench my fire. Actually I was building
to number three when the door opened and Di returned. I didn't bother
pulling my cover over me to pretend she had not busted me. We both had seen
each other masturbate and I was too far gone to care if she watched. Had I
know she wasn't alone I might have changed my mind about that, but having
her walk in triggered release three and I couldn't stop if I tried.


After I began to calm down and could focus back on reality, I realized the
woman Di had brought back, presumably from the club, was a much older
woman. She was probably in her mid-50s. She looked pretty good for her age,
but she was more matronly than sexy. She also seemed confused why I was
there. Di was the first to speak.


"This is the friend I told you about. What happened Cat? Did Dean Beckett
throw you out?"


"No, they were just done with me for tonight. I'm going to see her again
tomorrow," I replied. The woman then chimed in.


"I don't care if she is here, but you still promised to eat my pussy before
I break your cherry."


I realized that Di had picked this woman up with the promise of sexual
favors. She must have gone with the lez virgin route even though Jillian
technically took care of that earlier. Or maybe she didn't. Are you still a
lesbian virgin if another woman has not made you cum yet? The woman then
looked at me.


"Your friend promised to make me cum in exchange for taking her cherry. We
obviously interrupted you. You can watch and if you want to masturbate I
don't mind. But she is mine until she gets me off."


The woman then took off her skirt. She was wearing a garter belt and
stockings. I like that look and although her heels were not too high, they
still looked good on her. She lay back on the other bed propping herself up
with the pillows. "Come get it, Di," she said. "Knock this off your bucket
list."


Di hesitated. I think she wasn't thrilled with me being there. I was ready
to dive between the woman's legs just for more practice. The longer Di
waited, the stronger my desire to do that became. The woman didn't say
anything, but I think she was getting a bit mad. She probably was too old
to get picked up any more and thought Di was her ticket to a last hurrah. I
rolled off my bed and pushed Di out of the way, while jumping on her bed at
the same time. The woman didn't seem to care that I had taken Di's place.


As my tongue touched her pussy I realized she was not as tasty as Jillian
or Viv. When I said their pussies tasted different but equally good, that
was not the case with this woman. She had a foul taste like she didn't
clean enough. At first I was a bit repulsed, but that didn't stop me from
trying to bring her off. I figured if I could get through this, I could get
Viv off and whatever friends she had me serve would probably taste better.


On the whole, it was a bad experience for me, but after ten minutes or so I
did succeed in bringing her off. Di watched the entire episode. I figured
it was probably good that she balked at going down on this woman because it
might put her off women for good and I still had hope she would serve Viv
with me. After her orgasm, the woman volunteered to pleasure Di as per
their arrangement, but Di declined saying she wasn't ready yet. The woman
offered to do me, but honestly I was not attracted to her so I told her I
belonged to another. She didn't seem offended. She got what she wanted
without having to do anything. She quickly dressed and left.


Di was apologetic. She said after she had licked Jillian, she thought she
was ready to take the plunge. But after hearing what was involved with
being with Viv, she realized she wasn't ready. She went back to the club
and this woman was the only one willing to talk to her. She thanked me for
stepping in when she got cold feet. "I think she was too old for me," Di
said. "But I still want a woman to make me cum. If I lick you like I did
Jillian, will you make me cum?"


As she said that she knelt back down on the floor and put her hands behind
her head just like Jillian would have found her. I did find her very
vulnerable and attractive in that position. I stood back up and walked over
to here. She looked upward with sorrow in her eyes like she was depressed
at how this was going down, no pun intended. I didn't like the thought of
being in a dominant position with her either. I felt we were more like
equals. I also knew I was on the submissive end of the pendulum so I was
uncomfortable standing above her. I put my hand under her chin and tilted
her head upward. "How about you join me on the bed and we pleasure each
other?" I asked/told her.


"Do you mean like in a 69?" she speculated.


"Exactly," I replied. "But I must warn you, I've cum three times in the
last hour so you may have your work cut out for you." That broke the
tension and she smiled. I jumped back on the bed and lay on my back. Di
didn't know it, but I felt more comfortable with her on top. I wasn't going
to tell her that made me feel like the submissive, but it did and that
would help me get off again.


Di was more nervous than I anticipated. I figured our familiarity would
help her over this hump. She also knew I was not very experienced. She
climbed over me straddling my head. Her pussy, glistening with anticipation
was hovering over my face. "Are you sure about this, Cat?" she asked. "This
won't screw you up with Dean Beckett will it?"


"Don't worry Di," I reassured her. "Viv has not taken me as her own
yet. I'm still a free agent and I want to make you cum better than anybody
has before." I wasn't lying about the second part, although I didn't
consider myself a free agent. I already thought of myself as Viv's slave
girl even if she didn't just yet. I licked my lips in anticipation as Di
lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. Then she bent forward until her
mouth was over my pussy.


I was quickly munching away on her dripping slit. She still hesitated, but
soon was also licking me. I'd never done a 69 with my boyfriends, manly
because they had little interest in slurping my pussy, but I found the
experience wonderful. Di began humping her hips a bit as my ministrations
began to get to her. As the bottom, it was more difficult for me to
reciprocate in the same way, but she was making me feel very good, even if
I could only lay there. I reached up with my hands and grabbed her buttocks
giving them a firm squeeze. Part of me wanted to try to spank her, but
since she freaked out earlier during the impact play, I thought better of
it. Instead I just kneaded her ass flesh pulling her cheeks apart and then
pushing them together. This also had the lovely affect of pushing her pussy
down firmer over my mouth. You will not be surprised that she came first,
but she was a trooper and kept eating me even as she began to spasm and I
climaxed in short order after she did.


After that first mutual climax (I admit I was proud for making her cum) we
were like kids in a candy store taking turns eating and fingering each
other to orgasm after orgasm. It was a couple hours before we wore each
other out. We had tried to go to bed a couple of times, but we made the
mistake of trying to share a bed and in our post-orgasmic glows, we
naturally decided to cuddle. That led to one of us getting aroused again
and soon we would be back in each other's crotch. Toward the end I was
feeling dehydrated from cumming so much and I just couldn't cum any
more. Finally I had to move to the other bed so we would be separated. I
fell asleep to the sound of Di fingering herself to one final climax.


Sunday morning came far to early. It was a little awkward as we faced each
other. We're we now a couple? I don't think either of us thought that,
although we certainly could hardly have spent a more intimate night. Very
little was said as we both showered, dressed and headed back to campus. We
said our goodbyes at the dorm elevator. I didn't try to convince her to go
to Viv's house, although I secretly wished she would. But I knew I had to
respect her decision. I had made mine and it was OK that it was different
from hers.


I tried to lay down for a little more rest, but my mind was racing
replaying my hotel adventure. Would I get the look of satisfaction Jillian
had when Viv was plowing her doggie style? Would my cunnilingus practice
with Di and her mystery woman pay off if I got to prove my skills to Viv?
Would Robert be there? If his cock was really bigger than Viv's strap-on,
could I handle it? I had a mix of apprehension and anticipation that is
hard to describe. Fear and exhilaration of the unknown is a powerful
motivator.


I checked the address the Dean gave me on-line. She lived outside of town
and the estimated travel time was 20 minutes. I was so full of nervous
energy I started getting dressed at noon. It didn't take long because I
wore a simple sundress and stay-up stockings. I figured I wouldn't be
clothed for long so why bother with something fancy and difficult to take
off. I did spend a while doing my makeup. I don't usually do that, but I
wanted to look my best for her and painting my face made me feel like I was
preparing for a special event. I finished about 1pm. That meant I had a
half an hour to wait impatiently until I should leave. My pussy was
demanding attention and I struggled not to give in and rub myself. I was
trying to train my mind to remember that my girl parts belongs to the Dean,
at least I hoped after today they would. It also just seemed right that I
should deny myself the pleasure until Viv deemed me worthy. That did make
that half hour seem to last like several hours until I finally got in my
car and headed out. I brought nothing with me. Like last night I was coming
to her with little more than expectations.


My Internet directions showed the Dean to live outside of town among a mix
of farmland and estate style homes. As I pulled into the driveway, I was
struck with how private this area was as the Dean's property had to be 7-10
acres. I could see other houses, but they were fairly far away. There were
three cars parked out in front. I guessed Jillian was probably already
here. I was ten minutes early so I sat in the car for five. Then I figured
it was close enough so I walked up to the front door. There was a note that
said I was to remove my clothing and place them in a bag I found next to
the door. I was then to walk around the house to the back yard. Viv had
obviously designed this task to appeal to my excitement of being naked in
public. I'd never done it in daylight and outside, although given the
privacy of the area, I had no qualms about stripping. As I put my dress in
the bag, I found another set of cuffs and another collar. It was then I
realized I had left the set from last night in the dorm room. Hopefully Viv
would not mind. I was sure she intended me to wear the love leather
restraints or she would not have left them in bag so I quickly affixed the
four cuffs and put the collar around my neck. I now felt dressed and
without fear or embarrassment I walked around the front of the house.


There was a gate leading to a fenced back yard. It took me a moment to
figure out the latching mechanism, but it slowed my journey only briefly. I
turned the corner into the back yard. I could hear voices chatting but I
didn't see anyone until I approached the center of the yard and found a
secluded inset where a patio and table were located. Viv was there along
with Jillian. That did not surprise me. The two other women sitting at the
table surprised me.


Hanna, my philosophy professor and senior advisor was sitting to Viv's
right. Barbara, who I knew although not well, was an assistant to the
athletic director and was also responsible for making sure the athlete
scholarships passed NCAA muster. She had spoken to us as freshmen athletes
explaining all the rules and we had crossed paths a few times since then. I
felt my face flush when I realized two women I knew had just discovered my
secret.


"Welcome pet," were the first words out of Viv's mouth. I walked over
toward the table. "Thank you for the invite, Mam," I responded. I wanted
her to know I remembered how she wanted to be addressed and that I knew
better that to call her Mistress. At least not yet.


"I think you know everyone here," Viv announced.


"You were not lying," commented Hanna. "She arrived naked, cuffed and
collared ready to serve. She is a naughty girl." I just smiled at my
professor. I would never had imagined her in this situation given her
conduct in the classroom, but there she was.


Barbara was next to comment. "Bring that ass over here young one and let me
look at you." I walked around to her side of the table. She reached out and
cupped my right buttock. "Nice and firm," she commented. "Does she take a
spanking well?"


"We will soon find out," Viv responded.


Barbra continued to explore my body with her hand. She had me spin while
she inspected me. I wasn't surprised when she slid two fingers into my
pussy although having her exclaim that I was "wet and tight" was
embarrassing. True but embarrassing. Hanna then took a turn inspecting me
in the same way, although she used her finger to explore my asshole. "Oh so
tight" was her comment along with, "Definitely needs some anal
training. She's practically ripping my finger off." I didn't know if that
was a positive or not.


"She definitely needs to be broken in before she meets Richard," Viv said
and all the other women nodded. "Let's head inside shall we."


The women stood up. Viv led the way. Hanna was second, Barbara third,
Jillian fourth and I brought up the rear. I would soon learn that was the
established pecking order based on how long the women had been part of
Viv's harem. It also meant I would be taking orders from all four
women. The first thing that happened was I was ordered by Viv to give each
of her guests a passionate (she stressed that word) kiss. It was explained
that if I couldn't kiss adequately I would just be sent home right
away. All of the women continued to touch all over my body as I made out
with them one by one. I must have passed the test because I was led to the
living room where a chair sat facing the couch. Ropes had been pre-affixed
to the arms and legs. I didn't have to guess what was going to happen to
me. But first they had a task to show my desire to be their
submissive. Jillian was sent to the kitchen while the three other women sat
down on the couch. Jillian returned with a small bucket and a washcloth. I
was ordered to kneel before them and wash their feet.


I know this task has Biblical roots as an act of service, but that isn't
how I felt. Cleaning their feet made me feel lower than low as it
demonstrated my place in their order of importance. I'm sure it was just a
test Viv had devised to make sure I was ready to play their game. If that
was the case, it was a good test. I didn't get to wash Jillian's feet. I
guess she was too close to my stature to get that service. After I wash
their feet, I had to kiss them too. That forced my ass high into the air as
I knelt before them. I didn't mind that part too much because I figured it
would tempt them to play with me. After the kisses, I was told to get into
the chair.


Quickly I was secured to the chair by Jillian. Viv, Hanna and Barbra
continued to sit on the couch. Done tying me, Jillian kneeled in front of
them. Then they began to question me. The interviewed me about sexual
topics as well as my school work, the swim team, my plans after graduation
and most importantly, my ability to keep the group a secret. I told them
the truth that I could keep my mouth shut (Barbara corrected me that they
had other uses for my mouth and everyone laughed) but that Di knew I was
coming there and that I couldn't speak for her.


Viv snickered. "Di is in my basement. She called me early this morning and
told me she changed her mind. She said you showed her the joy of womanly
love last night and wanted in. Jillian picked her up an hour ago. She's
bound, gagged, blindfolded and has a weak vibrating egg in her. After a
while, we'll see how primed she is to join our merry band of perverts."


Part of me couldn't believe what Viv had just laid out to me, but another
part understood how hard it was to resist her, so of course Di changed her
mind. That made perfect sense. Maybe I wasn't going to be low woman on the
pecking order after all. But that didn't matter right then. Once the
interview was over and all the women agreed they wanted to play with me
(also part of the interview process) Viv told Jillian to get a candle and a
bullet vibe. She also stood up and walked over to me.


"You are going to get another demonstration of what we do for fun. Only
this time you are going to have some temptations to distract you."


Jillian returned with the items. Viv turned on the bullet and slid it into
my pussy. "You get so slick this may slide out. It would be unfortunate if
that happened. And of course, no climax without permission."


She had it turned on low and my wet folds muffled even that sound, but it
felt great. I didn't think it was vibrating fast enough to get me off, but
at the same time, I didn't know what other torments they had planned for me
so that tiny vibe may yet prove to be a challenge.


Hanna now stood up and walked over to me. She bent over a licked both of my
nipples. I'm sure Viv had warned them how much I enjoyed that and Hanna
appeared to enjoy it too. Finally Barbara stood up and took the candle. As
she lit it she explained that they used special Japanese candles that had
low melt temperature wax. She twisted the candle slowly in front of my face
as it began to burn and liquefy the top layer. I'd seen candles used in a
porno but never experienced it myself. I was nervous and I thrashed against
my bindings as I watched, seemingly in slow motion, the first drop of wax
fall from the candle toward the swell of my breasts. It was hot, but erotic
and the sting only lasted a moment. But the sensation went straight to my
clit. Now even the weak vibe seemed strong. The women all laughed at my
predicament. I assumed this was some kind of induction ritual. Barbara then
turned the candle horizontally and told me to open my mouth. She gave me
about four inches to suck and hold on to. "If you drop the candle, not only
will you burn yourself but we will also have to punish you," she told
me. It seemed like a strange threat because holding the candle was also
punishment.


Much like I had watched Viv play with Jillian the night before, I was
treated to an educational scene before me as Viv, Hannah and Barbara all
used Jillian for their pleasure. The difference this time was that the egg
in my pussy and hot wax dripping on my chest had me panting in need. I had
to be careful not to moan, however, since I would have lost the
candle. Each drop of wax onto my skin induced a mix of pain and arousal as
the adrenaline rush of the heat acted as an aphrodisiac.


The egg was far too weak to bring me off. I knew that was Viv's plan. Since
the candle was hanging straight out of my mouth, much like a cigar, the
first drops landed in my cleavage. The shock made me move the candle
sideways so the next drops hit the swell of my right breast. Those made me
reflexively move it to the left. Soon I had a line of drying wax across my
chest and a fire in my pussy. Now subsequent wax drops hit the cooled drops
and began to splatter in random directions across my chest. As the candle
burned down, the process repeated itself.


Jillian was on her knees eating pussy and getting fucked by Viv's strap-on,
while my chest was being covered in wax and my arousal was driving my mind
to desperation to switch places with her. But for now, I was just an
observer. It took about 40 minutes for the candle to burn down near my
mouth. All three women had been serviced orally by Jillian and each had
multiple climaxes. Each had also fucked her with their own
strap-ons. Hannah finally blew out the candle and removed it from my
mouth. I had just a moment to stretch my jaw before she pushed her fake
cock into my mouth. Jillian's flavor was strong on the dick. I loved it.


Jillian herself looked pretty worn out, but Viv, Hannah and Barabara looked
refreshed and ready for more. I prayed that meant they would play with me
and not just with each other. Barbara began to unhook me from the chair,
but she left my cuffs on. Viv told Jillian to go downstairs and "hook Di up
to the Sybian." I hoped if I pleased Viv she would do the same to me. I'd
never used one, but I certainly knew the reputation of the Sybian. "Di was
in for a good time," I mused to myself.


Viv was the first to speak to me. "Let's see if practicing on Di and her
friend did you any good. Have you learned anything?" She pointed toward her
pussy as she sat back down on the couch. I stood up to walk to her, but a
stern look from her face indicated I had made a mistake. I sat back down.


"Unless you are told otherwise, you are always to crawl when in this
house," she instructed.


I felt nasty as I dropped to the floor. I felt correct as I belonged
groveling in front of her, but nasty as well. Hannah and Barbara commented
that I was deliciously submissive. I wondered why she had not told me to
crawl when we first entered the house. Had she made a decision since I had
arrived that she would take me as her slave? Viv commented that she had a
whole new life planned for me. I did not know what she meant, but it didn't
matter at that point. As I crawled between her legs, Viv stopped me. "Kiss
my feet first and ask permission to pleasure your Mistress," she told
me. That simple action reinforced my position as her toy. I felt my pussy
gush.


"Please Mistress may this worthless submissive pleasure your superior
pussy?" I asked trying to sound sincere. I'm not sure where those words
came from other than from my soul. They pleased Viv as she granted me
permission to lick her pussy.


This was my big chance. I knew I had to pleasure her this time or it might
be my last time between her legs. Talk about pressure. I felt a hand begin
to caress my ass as I began my service to Mistress' pussy. The positioning
meant it wasn't Viv touching me. It was either Hannah or Barbara, but I
dared not turn my head to discover who it was. It didn't really matter
either. My focus was 100% on Viv and whatever Hannah and Barbara wanted to
do was irrelevant to my task. Of course I knew Jillian had just been
royally fucked in this position and I certainly would not mind experiencing
the same, but I did not anticipate that specifically. If it happened it
would happen, but I was here to serve their pleasure not my own.


That's not to say the women didn't take pity on me after my 40-minute tease
tied in the chair. As soon as it was obvious that Viv was enjoying newly
improved oral skills, whomever was caressing my butt slid her fingers
between my legs. An immediate moan from me muffled by Viv's pussy brought a
laugh from the women. They knew what I was feeling and were enjoying that
they brought me to this state.


Whomever's fingers were slowly finger fucking me and withdrawing
occasionally to rub my clit were expert in the art of tease. I knew my
personal release was tied to Viv's climax. I also knew she had an ability
to hold back that climax as long as she wanted, at least when I was the one
trying to bring her to orgasm. My entire body was quivering in need to
cum. I'm sure Viv could sense that. I hoped she could also tell my skills
had improved. I wanted to believe she was juicer now than she had been last
night and that was a result of my improved oral skills. I then thought that
maybe it was a remnant of Jillian having pleasured her. I had to stop
thinking negative thoughts. I had to concentrate on pleasing her if I was
to survive this audition and become her official sub.


As fate would have it, I started sensing slight changes in her
breathing. That inspired me. I had noticed similar changes in Di and her
friend the night before. Granted they were much more expressive and I knew
Viv was better at hiding her feelings, but I took it as a sign I was doing
better. The fingers working my pussy started being more forceful as well. I
took that to mean they wanted me to cum at the same time as Mistress. Or
they were just being cruel. Either way I doubled down on my efforts. I'd
like to say I had her squirming on my face a minute later, but it was
really more like five minutes and I can't say she squirmed. She did finally
climax and the person finger fucking me began to really work my clit while
simultaneously spanking me. You will not be surprised that I explode mere
seconds after that began.


My climax was thunderous. Mistress Viv's, I wasn't so sure as I didn't have
much of a frame of reference. She seemed satisfied, but not overjoyed. I
lay on the floor spent. I also learned there is no rest for the weary when
Mistress has friends over. After about a minute when Viv critiqued my
technique and Hannah (I found out that is who I had to thank for my orgasm)
critiqued my pussy (I didn't know that was a thing) I was ordered between
her legs as she took Viv's position on the couch. Barbara took over
fingering duties on my pussy, although she also had a dildo and a vibrator
on the table. I guess she didn't want to do all the work on me and I
welcomed her using either. Viv announced she was going downstairs to check
on Di. I hoped that if Di was given the task of pleasing Viv she would take
longer than I did to bring her to climax. It's strange how competitive oral
sex can become.


But I needed to focus on the pussy on hand so I tried to push those
thoughts out of my head. I was largely successful until Viv opened the
basement door and I heard screams of pleasure from down below. They sounded
like Di, not Jillian, so it was obviously she was into the reward section
of her training already. To me, that meant she was in the lead. That was
bad. I dove into Hannah's pussy and I worked her hard. I sucked her clit, I
lapped her slit, I tongue fucked her and used every trick in my limited
arsenal. Once again, only this time Barbara was at the helm, I was teased
although I knew if she used the vibe I could come again quickly. Viv had
left the door open, no doubt so I could continue to hear Di's shrieks. As a
feather in my cap, however, Hannah was soon shrieking as well. From the
basement I heard, "For the love of God, no more." From in front of me I had
a hand grabbing my head, pulling me in tighter and hissing, "That's the
spot. Right there. Do it now."


Again I was inspired and Barbara began working me hard much as Hannah had
done earlier. Thankfully Hannah was easier to bring off than Viv, although
her climax satisfied my sense of accomplishment just as much. I was not
quite as close as I had been when I pleasured Viv so our orgasms didn't
match up. Hannah came a couple of minutes before me. After she calmed down
she switched from holding my head tight against her pussy to stroking my
hair as Barbara used the vibe on my clit. My second orgasm was no less
intense that the first (a bit unusual for me, although I was very grateful)
and I screamed in pleasure as the first waves of climax washed over my
body.


My competitive spirit kicked in again and I moaned a little louder than I
my body reflexively would have in order that Di would hear me. She was
thankfully quiet at the moment and I took that as an opportunity to
demonstrate to my new Mistresses that I could be as loud as she. I felt a
little weird taking my real climax and sort of faking the aftermath to make
it seem bigger. Whether they detected what I was doing or not, I don't
know. They didn't seem to mind so I guess it was OK. I wasn't surprised
that Barbara took up position on the couch and that I was to service her
next. I would have been happy to take a nap, but as I said before, that
decision wasn't up to me.


As I began pleasuring Barbara, Hannah began to spank me again only this
time she wasn't rubbing my clit at the same time. I didn't question her
actions I just focused on Barbara. A few minutes later Viv returned, this
time sporting her infamous strap-on. I wondered if she had fucked Di and
that was the cause of her shrieking. She pulled me out of Barb's pussy
temporarily to suck her cock. I did not taste Di so I don't think she had
just done her. After I had got her dick good and wet, she pushed my head
back between Barb's legs and moved behind me. With a single thrust, she
buried herself to the hilt.


I must have been doing something right because she fucked the shit out of
me. I also must have been working Barb's pussy the right way because she
climaxed very quickly. Hannah then took her place as I dove in for
seconds. Maybe it was the vision of a young, formerly innocent, girl
rutting herself on Viv's big dick that did it for her, but she came quickly
as well. Viv didn't break pace as Hannah squirmed. Viv continued to pound
me and a surprise orgasm ripped through me. Still Viv continued her frantic
pace. Barbara switched with Hannah and took a second round for herself. She
grabbed my head and shouted words of encouragement to Viv. Statements like,
"Fuck that bitch!" and "Drill her into submission," hung in the air. I
didn't need to be drilled into submission as my mind was already
there. There was nothing I wanted more than to serve the strong and
powerful women. I did rather like the fuck that bitch statement. I felt
like a bitch in heat taking a savage fucking from behind. It wasn't long
before I was on the cusp of a monumental orgasm.


Barb's juices were flooding my mouth, Hannah was spanking me and Mistress
Viv was claiming my pussy as her own with her amazing strap-on. Somewhere
in the distance I heard Di shout again that she was cumming and that
triggered my own climax. Still Viv kept pounding. Less than 30 seconds
later I came again. Barb was cumming in my mouth by now and rubbing her
pussy all over my face. Hannah continued to spank me while adding phrases
like, "Naughty girl" and "Fuck that cock you slut," to the sounds of my
moans and Viv's thighs slamming against my ass with every thrust.


As Barbara release my head and started to stand from the couch, Viv
continued to pound me and I came again. I noticed Jillian leading Di up
from the basement. She looked positively worn out and completely unaware of
her surrounding. Hannah continued to spank my ass as Barbara lay down and
shimmed herself underneath me. She then began to suck my clit. I exploded
again immediately and my flow of orgasms seemed to follow so quickly it was
like I was having one continuous climax. In reality I was cumming again
before I could wind down from the last one so they seemed continual. I now
understood Barbara's aspiration that Viv drill me into submission. Although
I had felt like I had already made that decision, Viv was now claiming my
body as her own. She had brought me to an emotional and physical state I'd
never felt before and I now belonged to her, body and soul.


Her stamina was incredible as she kept fucking me like nobody else ever
had. My orgasms flowed like water and at some point my body, overloaded on
pleasure, shut down and I passed out. I remember the room spinning, my body
falling from its kneeling position toward the floor and then darkness.
Later I would see a picture Viv took of Di and I passed out next to each
other, naked and satisfied like never before. But Di was gone when I
awoke. Viv said she had been sent to Richard's apartment. Apparently he had
a couple buddies over to watch football and they needed a service girl. I
was glad Viv had not sent me. Although I was awake, I was completely
spent. I also wanted to talk to Viv and confess my undying devotion to
her. I had screwed that up yesterday. I didn't want that to happen again.