by Evans, Trent
The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d talked about many things. Where was she going with this?
Blaine’s hand whispered a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”
“It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin, her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her brain apparently shuts down.”
“Kathryn, I don’t know about—”
“It’s true. All the girl can think about is bouncing her cunt on that big cock of yours.”
Blaine stiffened, his voice lowering. “Kathryn, that’s enough.”
For the first time, Erica saw uncertainty in her Mistress’ eyes — or perhaps it was just the crazy play of light and shadow created by the strobe-light fireworks.
Kathryn shook her head, a rueful smile curving her lips. “Maybe, I’m overreacting Blaine. I just want so much for her. I expect the best.”
“I know you do. Just help her. She’ll get there.” He turned his gaze on Erica, a hardness back in his eyes. “You need to pay more attention. If this is going to work, you need to learn to obey, and more than that, anticipate.”
Going to work? There it was again. Were they considering it? She dared not let the possibility steal its way into her heart. The thought had her pulse pounding, her pussy lubricating anew. Perhaps it was possible to live one’s dream after all?
“Now, where were we?” Kathryn leaned down, seizing one of Erica’s hard nipples between pinching fingers. Erica hissed, the pitch of her voice sliding upward, as the clamp pinched fully down. Her Mistress had placed the device at the base of the nipple, the pinch morphing quickly into a deep, sharp ache that seemed to spear through the center of her breast. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes at the overwhelming pain.
“Ah God! I don’t …” Erica shook her head as her Mistress flicked the heavy clamp with a finger. “That looks to be on alright. I’ll bet that hurts!”
Erica couldn’t help but nod vigorously at the statement; despite the fact her Mistress appeared to be ignoring her. The look in her cruel Mistress’ eye told Erica that she was seeing her as nothing more than a pair of breasts to be hurt.
The thought sent a surge of moisture between the lips of her lonely pussy.
“Now,” Kathryn said, leaning back, her fingers easing aside the gusset of her panties to expose a smooth, glistening sex. “It’s my turn. If you don’t make me come before the show starts, I’m going to cane your ass when we get home.”
Erica gasped, both at the searing pain of the clamps and the prospect of the fiery kiss of her Mistress’ cane. She’d felt it enough times to fear it, the mere mention of it making her body tremble. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Deep breaths, Erica. You can do it.
She inhaled, shuddering, even that small movement hurting her further. The pain was so overwhelming, her nipples crushed in the steel jaws of the merciless clamps. She knew she couldn’t do it, no matter how hard she tried.
“Mistress, please.” Her voice was a broken whisper, the tears tracking down her cheeks anew.
“Shh, calm down now, girl. You’ve done this before.” Sir looked down at her with a fond curve of his lips.
“It — It hurts, Sir.”
Blaine’s hand caressed Erica’s wet cheek, his thumb playing through the tracks of her tears. She leaned her face into his touch, a soft sob escaping her lips. “It’s supposed to hurt, Erica. Be a good girl, and take care of your Mistress now.”
“Yes, S—Sir.” More tears coursed down Erica’s face, but her pussy was as wet as her cheeks. How she’d ever gotten to the point where such pain turned her on, she’d never know. She didn’t particularly want to think about it.
“You’re coddling her, Blaine,” Kathryn said in a gentle voice, the smooth tones and cadence belying her irritation. Her Mistress was a tough woman to satisfy, but despite herself, Erica found her body reacted to the cruelty, the injustice of her treatment at the hands of the beautiful, brutal Kathryn. It was yet another revelation Erica wasn’t ready to examine too closely.
His strong hand patted Erica’s cheek fondly. “Do what we’ve taught you, Erica. Don’t let me down.”
Blaine’s words made her shiver. The last thing on Earth she wanted to do was disappoint her Sir. She’d do anything for him, anything at all. Just his touch — even if he was relishing her pain, her misery — was enough to lend her strength.
Erica shuffled her knees across the cold sand, the crackling sound of more fireworks in the distance startling her. She knew she was just one in this sea of people, a girl, a slave, there to serve her Sir and Mistress. The thought gave her some peace, even as her nipples throbbed, ached within the prison of their clamps.
Kathryn’s hand burrowed into Erica’s thick hair, the woman’s long nails scratching her scalp. “Get in there slut, I’m not going to tell you again.”
Erica let the woman’s hand pull her head forward, her lips pressing to the soft, wet labia. Her scent overpowered Erica for a moment. She loved the smell of her Mistress, though she’d never confessed as much. Both of them reveled in her discomfort and her pain; they’d take advantage of such knowledge, use it against her somehow.
“Just the lips” Kathryn admonished, squeezing Erica’s hair in a fist. “The clit can wait, for now.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Blaine said. “Show starts in five minutes.”
“She’ll never make it. “ The disappointment was plain in her Mistress’ tone. “The slut spent too much time swallowing your cock, Blaine.”
Laughter rumbled from Blaine. “She was a good girl, too.”
Erica wanted to beam at the praise; such a kindness sparsely doled out to an eager, long-suffering submissive. Erica wouldn’t have it any other way, hard though that fact may have been at times.
She didn’t want things to be easy; she wanted to be pushed, controlled — even forced. Working at the direction of another had a purity to it, a simplicity that relieved her, in an odd way. There was peace to be found in submission, contentment in obedience … and pleasure, even in the pain.
Erica eagerly lapped at the wet pussy, licking between the folds, tasting the spicy juices of her Mistress. Her hands stroked over the trim thighs, luxuriating in touching the woman who so rarely allowed such contact.
“Slow down, Erica. That’s it, get it right in. Yes!”
Blaine chuckled. “Keep a lid on it, honey.”
“Oh God, that’s it, slut,” Kathryn hissed, her legs clenched tightly, the firm flesh of the thighs warm over Erica’s ears. Her hearing muffled, everything was her Mistress, her scent, her wetness on her tongue, her lips. Fingers twisted into Erica’s hair, holding her fast.
Erica slipped two fingers between the swollen labia, pushing deep. She took up a quick twist-thrust, curling her fingers so the knuckles brushed along that special spot that made her Mistress fly apart. Before long, both hands were clutching Erica’s head, her Mistress bucking her hips. Erica longed to touch her own lonely, aching clit, just one little touch. But it was not to be — at least not then.
Those slim, yet cruel hands ground Erica’s face against the open, flooded sex, painfully smashing her nose against the woman’s pubic bone. “Keep licking,” Kathryn breathed, her voice a strained, desperate whisper. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“You’ve got one minute, girl,” Sir’s voice rumbled in her ear. “If you don’t make her come in the next minute, you’re going to be punished. Right here, right now.”
Oh, shit.
Erica attacked her Mistress’ pussy, her tongue working the hard clit repeatedly, adding a third finger to give her that delicious tightness, that slight stretching she so loved.
“Oh Jesus Christ, oh fuck,” her Mistress said, her voice almost a whine.
Erica felt movement against her side, and looked up, even as her tongue was playing ruthlessly
over her Mistress’ clit. Blaine had clamped a big hand over Kathryn’s mouth. He glanced down at Erica, winking at her.
Light washed over her Sir and Mistress, and she heard the booms a moment later. The show had started. Blaine looked up, smiling. “Ah, here we are. Very nice!”
With a shudder, Erica knew she’d let them both down, and she both feared and anticipated the consequences of her failure.
“”Finish her, girl.” Blaine said, leaning down, the corners of his mouth lifted in a rueful smile. How she wanted to kiss those lips.
She continued working the hard clit, the wet slit. Her tongue was tiring, her arm and wrist burning from thrusting into her Mistress. The woman’s hands pulled on her hair hard one last time, then her entire body went rigid, the thighs shaking, squeezing Erica’s head. She thought she heard the long, low whine of her Mistress’ climax over the booms and pops of the fireworks overhead. Copious amounts of juices washed over Erica’s questing tongue, wetting her chin and cheeks. She lapped it up, swallowing gratefully, just as she’d been taught to do.
Blaine took his hand away, planting a gentle kiss on his wife’s cheek. Kathryn finally relaxed, the tension in her thighs easing slowly. Her hands grew gentler, languidly stroking Erica’s dark locks. She pressed soft kisses to her Mistress’ inflamed labia, slipping her fingers from the soaked pussy. She hoped the gentle caresses from her Mistress were a good sign. She hadn’t brought her off in time, but it had been close. Perhaps they'd judge it to be good enough.
“Look at me, Erica,” her Mistress said, her voice growing husky once more. She met the cold gaze of the woman, and Erica gulped. She knew then that they'd deemed it anything but “good enough.”
“What did we tell you?” There was a bright flash, then a deafening boom, the sound vibrating in her chest. She heard a faint chorus of oohs and aahs from people nearby. Her Mistress glanced up, her lips forming an ‘O’, then she locked her gaze with Erica once more. “Well?”
“That I’d be punished … if I didn’t make you come in time.” Erica had to force herself to grind the words out loud enough for them to hear her over the din.
“And did you?” Erica turned to Sir’s deep voice. His expression was stony, unreadable.
“No, Sir.” She dropped her eyes, not wanting to see the disapproval in his.
“Did I tell you to look down?” Kathryn leaned down, Blaine pulling the blanket back slightly to allow her more access. Her hands slapped Erica’s breasts, sending both of the heavy clamps swinging. The aching pain flooded through her anew, her nipples awakened from their numbness under the stricture of the clamps.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Erica raised her eyes, the light from the fireworks washing Kathryn and Blaine in a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Turn around. I want your head down and your ass up.” Kathryn’s eyes flashed. “We’re going to see how obedient you can be now that you’ve earned yourself a punishment.”
Erica nodded her head miserably as she turned underneath the heavy blanket, her breasts aching as the clamps swung. The absurdity of the situation would’ve made her laugh if she didn’t fear the imminent pain of punishment. Hands roamed over her proffered buttocks, tugging at the knot at her hip that held up the tiny strip of the bikini bottoms. The fabric fell away, fingers tugging it away from her pussy.
“Her cunt is sopping wet. Look at this, Kathryn.”
She heard her Mistress’ laugh, and Erica wanted to burrow into the sand — despite the fact her embarrassment made her want them more. Her twisted desires shamed her, even as she craved more of what she needed.
Fingers splayed her labia wide, dabbing at the moisture within. They fluttered over her clit making her catch her breath. She arched up, groaning as her clit was pinched, hard. The pain/pleasure of it made her want to lunge out of reach, but the thought of her now nearly naked body surging out from beneath the shelter of the blanket mortified her. She could picture the news stories as “shocked” onlookers’ recounted tales of a naked woman crawling like a dog on the sand, shiny metallic clamps swinging pendulously from her nipples. No, she’d stay right there, no matter how much pain she’d have to endure.
A slender palm tapped the swollen lips of her sex. “Spread your legs and hollow your back. Show us that cunt.”
Erica obeyed, and immediately that palm cracked across her pussy, the fingertips wrapping below, harshly smacking over her clit. She froze, not sure what was happening. They’d never done something like this before, but more than that, she was afraid the wet sound of the blow would attract attention.
“Spread more,” Kathryn said, two fingers tapping the plump lips. A hand smacked her ass, heat blooming across her skin. Erica hoped the booms overheard really did mask the sound; the blow sounded deafening from within her prison of blankets.
“Here, let me,” Blaine murmured. Strong hands spread her buttocks wide, exposing Erica’s vulnerable bottom hole to the wind and their gazes. “Such a pretty little ass.”
A sudden gust of wind caught the blanket like a sail, sand blowing into Erica’s face. The covering slid down to the middle of her back, and she scrambled forward to stay hidden beneath it. Blaine cursed, snatching it back from the clutches of the breeze.
“Get back here girl,” Kathryn said, her fingers closing over Erica’s ankle. She moved backward, to within reach of the cruel fingers, and the harsh smacks.
“Erica, I want you to hold very still now.” She froze as something cold touched her throbbing clit, fingertips easing the hood away to expose her fully.
Pain exploded through her pussy as the clamp squeezed the bud of her clit in remorseless jaws. Erica whined, panting at the white-hot pinch, the hurt rapidly intensifying.
“Hold it for thirty seconds, Erica,” Blaine said, his big hand patting her ass. “Do this and all is forgiven.”
Time seemed to stop for her as she crouched in the sand; the loud cracks of the fireworks above them intermingled with the approving sighs and cries of the people nearby. All of it faded into the background as each second ticked slowly, inexorably by, each one an eon to Erica’s screaming clit. She grunted, digging her fingers into the sand, her cheek pressed to the cold Earth. The situation was truly surreal; a grown woman, naked, prostate on her knees, with heavy clamps crushing her nipples and clit, enduring her pain for the pleasure of the two most important people in her world. All this while surrounded by unsuspecting strangers, people, and neighbors out enjoying a holiday evening at the beach.
The delicious irony of her practical slavery on the celebration of Independence Day was not lost on her. But was that really true? She did feel a kind of liberation in her abjection; a letting go of her will, in embracing her submission. Perhaps it wasn’t ironic after all?
Her clit had grown numb by the time they released the clamp. She shoved her own hand in her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to burst forth as the blood flow and feeling returned to the sensitive bundle of nerves. She willed herself not to cry as the pain washed through her in waves. Shockingly, it soon transformed into a heated, pulsing pleasure, her consciousness unmooring, drifting.
Slender fingers eased Erica’s pussy lips apart, penetrating her, curling deep within the clutch of her sex. She sighed as those cruel hands ministered to her, rubbing the life back into her flesh. Thankfully, they avoided touching her clit straight away, the smart of the clamp leaving it too sensitive. But when Sir’s long, thick fingers took her roughly, claiming her pussy as his, Erica couldn’t help but reach back and ease her bud between two of her fingers. The pain of it mingled with, became lost in, the pleasure of her Sir’s fingers driving deeply, the thrumming, angry clit fully reawakened to sensation.
“Sir, I need …”
“Come for us Erica, make it all better,” he said, the pleasure evident in his rich voice. ”Be a good girl, and show us.”
Her orgasm overtook her with frightening swiftness, her fingers rubbing frantically at her inflamed clit as Blaine added a third finger to her o
verfull pussy. All the pain, the excitement, the uncertainty, and the promise combined into a dark storm of sensation that drowned her as she yelled into the back of her hand, her teeth closing over her own skin. She had no care anymore for who saw her, who heard her. There was only this pleasure, this moment in time, this perfectly pure feeling of … belonging to another.
“Come here Erica,” her Mistress said, her voice soft. Hands guided Erica’s hips as she turned and knelt up to embrace Kathryn. Her Mistress stopped her, pulling up the thin t-shirt and unclipping both clamps from Erica’s tortured nipples. She quickly dropped the t-shirt back over the aching breasts, and Erica buried her face against Kathryn’s torso, the tears coming full on as the pain in her breasts overwhelmed her once more. She wrapped her arms tightly around her Mistress’ hips, wanting her closeness, needing her touch.
“It's okay, it’s okay, sweet girl. You did great,” Kathryn whispered, planting little kisses on the crown of Erica’s head, her hands rubbing circles over her back.
“All is forgiven Erica,” Blaine said, his hand tucking her hair behind her ear, his palm caressing the vulnerable curve of her ear.
She simply hugged her Mistress for several minutes, the cacophony of the fireworks show all around them. When her breathing had settled, she looked up into her Mistress’ eyes, the wetness of her tears cold on her cheeks. Her Mistress smiled down at her, a slim finger tracing Erica’s eyebrow, feeling the contours of her swollen mouth. Erica pressed a kiss to the fingertip, and smiled.
“You know,” Blaine said, with a gentle tweak to Erica’s earlobe. “Richard and Kerri will be coming out for the annual Trust meeting. Do you think we’d have enough time to get her moved out and settled in before then?”
Relief and joy flooded through Erica to see her demanding Mistress’ smile. “Do you — do you mean what I think …?”
Kathryn nodded. “We want you to be ours, Erica. Come live with us. What do you say?”
Erica could scarcely believe it. Something she’d hoped for with all her heart, but had not dared consider a possibility — a home with her Sir and her Mistress. The tears overflowed once more, meandering in hot trails down her face. “Yes, Mistress. Of course, yes!”
