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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 7
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O-2000 - Part 7 (Fdom/Ff, Fdom, Extreme Violence)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words
than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
Chapter 7: Coming out Party, Conquest Crazy.
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I sat on the floor.
Waiting for my next temporary mistress to come and
collect me. To haul me after them into a closed room.
To have me perform service for their pleasure. I was
pleased, happy, expectant, filled with desire to be
used by strangers who cared not for me, nor my
feelings.
But in my happiness I worried about my true Mistress
Tracy and how she felt. She was so angry at what was
happening to me, and would probably be angrier if she
knew that Cindy had given me a chance to go home.
A chance I had turned down.
I loved Tracy but Cindy brought out something else.
Some other need of mine to be treated rough. Deeper
than the need to love and serve a lover completely.
A darker more sinister need to be punished for evil
deeds unknown.
I did not dwell on that thought too long. Desire for
something would remain enough. Analysis of motive would
open up worlds of complexity inside of my mind, soul,
Id. I did not wish to dwell on.
So, I didn't. I waited, happy. I cheered myself up by
thinking, that I was a little puppy dog waiting to be
taken for a walk by its master. I wished I had a tail
to wag.
But the waiting dragged on and my sprits went down. I
was lonely; no one seemed to want me. Not even a good
slave worth having, using. I hugged my legs in
distress.
Telepathy must have made Cindy come into the kitchen
and find me on the floor. I heard her voice, "Oh,
you're here? Already! Gina must be in her room still?
We didn't know. She was done. How are you doing
anyway?"
"Ok, I guess."
"You guess, Angel? What is wrong?"
"... No one came to get me... no one wants me!"
A pause silence. Deep intake of Cindy's breath then
release. Her hand strokes my chin.
"Ah Darling, don't you think that, you are so wrong,
you're being left alone is my fault, I should have
known some people would be real fast, they're all
pacing in there. Wound up like a pack of Lions all
waiting their turn at a fresh kill. We didn't know you
were here, is all. I'll go get the next one, Ok?"
I said to her, "Ok, but... Cindy, my hands aren't tied,
anymore."
"Oh that's alright, they don't care about that...I'll
go..."
"Cindy."
I extend my arms out, hands together in my front.
"Please."
"Shit, Ok love it's your party, what ever you want.
L'll get a cord."
Cindy returned with two other voices and I heard her
telling them to let everyone know when they were done.
My spirits soared as I heard a friendly argument
between the three of them whether the two new voices
should have me for two hours or just one. The argument
dragged on as Cindy's friendly hands tied my wrists
together in front of me. Perfectly. Not too tight, just
so I had no chance of getting loose. My leash was
released from the door and many hands, gentled stroked,
coached me across the floor into another room. Decision
as to the length of my service to my two new masters
was reached. I was theirs for one and one half hours. A
happy compromise agreed by all. Except the subject of
the discussion, I who had no say, nor wished any. Cindy
bid them "bon appetite". I heard the door close. All of
them laughing.
My stranger, hosts, controllers fell silent. Soft hands
were on me everywhere. My breasts fondled. My nipples
pinched and squeezed with loving tender force. Hands
gentled my thighs, touched my rear gingerly.
"Put her on the bed, I want to taste her,"
"We can't. Remember!"
"Damn, ok... she can eat me then!"
"Yeah! And you can eat me!"
Happy, Laughter. Hands everywhere stoking.
My maiden mistresses laid me down on the bed. My mouth
directed to a sweet tasting pussy. I lapped out at her
source, long head lifting laps the full length of her
slit, sucking, lip nipping at her clit, burrowing and
nuzzling my nose into her, licking fast now, side to
side, up and down her length, licking slow stokes, the
same journey but with stronger tongue longer extended.
Worming my tongue into her channel deep as possible,
head back mouth pressed oh so hard to achieve maximum
length of tongue penetration into her and once there,
pressing of my oral phallus, side to side in her
passage, swirling the tip of my tongue around and on so
with oh so gentle a fairy's touch. Up and down the baby
finger length of her clitoris, pressing the flat of my
tongue against her now hard lapping strokes that pushes
folds and clitoris aside and around and against her
mound. Making little kitty cat quick laps with slapping
sounds as my tongue flips, flicks her clitty in an
upward motion, and finally a rapid side to side, flick,
back and forth on the very front extreme edge outermost
extension of her hood the tiny arch of extreme
sensitivity of a female body. Pacing my tongue in rapid
to and fro. Side to side matching bats of timed licks
to the count of an extremely fast spoken one, two,
three, four, and a one, two three, four, my mouth
deliberately held just far enough from her body to give
my tongue room to swing in it's happy pendulum motion.
Designed to achieve just the right frequency of tongue
speed and pressure to.
A voice not owned by the owner of my attention spoke,
"why did you stop?"
The answer self evident in the bouncing, jerking hips
of the owner of my tongues attack. The crying mews of
delight from my victim's speaking lips. As she comes on
the tip of my tongue, destroyed by my planned campaign
of oral assault.
"Holy cow did she get you off that quick?"
Moans from my victim as I shift my tongue down and deep
into her pussies' warm gushing hole to catch her
spending. To swallow her leakage, delighted in my
victory, rewarded by her effusion pouring into my
greedy mouth from her pulsing womb.
Groans from above me "She, really is an Angel."
Soft, amazed, laughter.
I rest. Contented. Waiting for another. Feast to be
presented to my mouth.
My young owners granted my wish. Bodies were shifted
another hole positioned near, on, my face. No commands
given, gentle pleas of "do me now, please!"
A slave in command of others by the ability to bring
pleasure.
I pleased my little owner's bodies with my mouth as
they wished, until they wished for, could take, no more
pleasure.
They placed me between them and fell asleep, each
holding on to me as their personal newfound treasure.
We napped until awakened by a brisk rapping on the
door.
"Ok, you two," Cindy's voice. "Turn er loose."
Tender hands assist me up, my stocking pulled smoothed.
My face washed, lips kiss mine, I am turned more lips
with force.
A gentle, "goodbye Angel. And Thank you." and hugs.
Walked forward. The door opening. A voice behind me
"Cindy, if she is for sale, we want to buy her, we mean
it!"
I smiled in my mind.
Continued in part 8...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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