Then a hundred other equally unpleasant thoughts raced through her mind as she began to drift off to sleep. Before she fell asleep, though, an escort entered her room.
"Since you're screwing your customers now, you can sure as hell screw me," he said as he took off his clothes. He sat down on the chair and made her blow him, then had her turn around and put her tail in the air. He was none too gentle as he screwed her and he obviously enjoyed himself. And, Jenny couldn't help but notice, he had an orgasm. She had barely gotten excited.
When Jenny had put her rear in the air so the escort could screw her, she was reminded of the disks her master had so thoughtfully brought for her. In two weeks, or less, she said to herself, the escort won't be restricting himself to normal sex. After she cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth, she tried to gently insert the disk with the smaller cone into her rear. She spent five minutes trying and it hurt like crazy. How could Janet, or any girl, do this with a man, she wondered. Finally she lay down and resumed considering her latest dilemma. Even though she had that to occupy her mind, and three inches of plastic up her ass, she was tired enough to drift off to sleep.
The next morning when she woke up, she again found herself looking at Janet. Janet was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her back against the wall.
"Morning, Jenny," she said, as Jenny gradually awakened.
"Morning, Janet," said Jenny, propping herself up on one elbow.
"How'd it go yesterday?"
"Shit, what a terrible day," said Jenny. She didn't wait for Janet to ask why. "That boy you saw me with yesterday, I know he'll be back today."
"He's just another guy, Jenny," said Janet. "You know what he wants, you know what to do. Do it and then he'll leave."
"I wish I could do it like that, but it's not that simple."
"Don't get emotionally involved, Jenny. A slave sucks dick five, ten times a day. Nobody can expect her to treat a guy like he's something special."
"Oh yeah?" said Jenny, as she lay down on her back. "My master can."
"What? What does he want you do to?"
"He wants me to have sex with Eric like I was in love with him. Hell, I can't even get his dick in my mouth. How can I pretend that I'm in love him?"
"That's ridiculous. You don't have to act like you're in love with him. Just suck him off, let him screw you, and you're done."
"Oh, gawd," said Jenny as she rolled onto her side, facing Janet. "My master wants me to have an orgasm when Eric screws me. He wants me to get all of Eric's dick in my mouth, and he wants me to really enjoy it, not just act like I enjoy it."
Jenny had already noticed the difference between her master and Janet's master. Now Janet was also noting the difference.
"Damn, Jenny, my master hasn't asked me to do anything like that. I mean, he caned me five or six times, but I think I'd rather be caned than be told to treat my customers like lovers."
"Janet, what's it like to get caned?" Jenny wanted to avoid, for a few moments, further talk about sex.
Janet looked up at the wall against which she was leaning and pointed to two rows of hooks, about a foot apart, that ran up the wall. The hooks were attached to small rings in the wall. The lowest pair was about six feet above the floor, and the pairs were spaced vertically about three inches apart. "See those hooks?" asked Janet.
"Yes," said Jenny, and she knew immediately what the hooks were for.
"Whenever my master gets pissed at me, he tells me to stand against the wall and put my hands up on the wall as far as I can. Then he hooks each of my bracelet rings over a hook, far enough up so that I can't lift my hands off the hooks. Then he gets a cane and hits my ass about seven or eight times. It stings like crazy, and if he hits me when I'm not expecting it, my ass feels like it's been struck by lightning."
"How can he hit you when you're not expecting it?" asked Jenny, not the least bit happy with Janet's description.
"He doesn't hit me, like, every two seconds. Sometimes there's five seconds between, sometimes less, sometimes more. If you're just trying to get over the last stroke and you're crying a little, and you don't hear the cane when he swings it, it can come as big surprise."
Janet's description of being caned was just as matter-of-fact as her description of having sex with two disgusting guys. Janet did not need to emphasize her words, though, to terrify Jenny. Jenny could see again the face of the girl who had been paddled when she joined the tough-girl club. She buried her face in her blankets and sighed.
"Janet," she said, her voice muffled by the blankets, "I could never live through that."
"Don't be dumb, Jenny," said Janet. "Of course you can." Janet was of the opinion that Jenny would be living through it in a day or two.
"No, no, I know I can't." Jenny paused a moment. "I need to ask you something, but promise you won't laugh at me."
"I promise," said Janet.
"When Eric comes today, I have to get all of his dick in my mouth, but I just don't know how to do it. Can you tell me how?"
"Sure," said Janet, as though Jenny had asked her how to do a math problem. "The secret is to relax. Your throat just naturally tightens up when a guy gets near the back of your mouth. What you have to do is relax. When you feel the guy getting near the back of your mouth, exhale. That will help your throat relax. Then just pop his dick down your throat."
"That's it? Doesn't it hurt?"
"A little, at first. Just remember not to try to take a breath while the guy is in your throat. You can gag if you do."
"You make it sound so simple," said Jenny.
"Well, it isn't always simple. If the guy is really big, and his dick doesn't hit the back of your mouth the right way, you can tense up. You have to be careful about that."
"I took my boyfriend down my throat a few times, but I was gagging every time," said Jenny. "And he has small dick. Any guy bigger than my boyfriend, I don't think I can force myself to get him down my throat."
"That boy I saw yesterday didn't look very small to me," said Janet.
"Eric – that boy – is not my boyfriend," said Jenny emphatically. "Eric is the big dick I can't swallow."
"Well, there is one other thing you can do, but it's, like, a last resort."
A last resort, thought Jenny. "You mean get caned?" she asked.
"No, not that, though you'd be surprised how much inspiration that can give you."
Jenny wanted to avoid inspiration.
"Well, what is it, then?" asked Jenny.
"Any guy is strong enough to force his dick down your throat, or more precisely to pull your head down on him so that his dick goes down your throat. He just puts his hand behind your head and pulls down."
"That sounds like it could really hurt," said Jenny.
"Doesn't hurt as much as a cane," said Janet, having noted Jenny's fear of that implement.
"I guess not," said Jenny, not happy at the prospect of having to choose between the cane and Eric's hand on the back of her head.
"Oh, and there's one more thing," said Janet. Jenny groaned to herself. "If you're going to have a guy pull your head down on his dick, have him tie your hands behind your back first." Janet knew this wasn't necessary, but she thought that in Jenny's case it might be. "That way, you can't fight back. There's only one way out, and that's to take the guy down your throat."
"You've done that? I mean, you've had guy tie your hands behind your back and pull your head down on his dick?"
"Yes, the same guy who taught me how to take a dick up my ass tied me up a couple of times."
"But that doesn't sound like you at all. I mean, I get the feeling that you're the strong, independent type. Why would you let a guy tie you up?"
"You're right, I am," said Janet a bit proudly. "But he was my boyfriend, we were playing around, and I was willing to try things with him. Besides, he knew that if he ever did anything I didn't like I would bite his dick off."
To Jenny, biting a guy's dick sounded pretty violent, just as violent as a
guy pulling her head down on his dick. She buried her face in her blankets again. "OK," she said disconsolately, "thanks for the advice." Then something else occurred to her. "I thought you said you had trouble getting your master's dick down your throat. If you'd already done it for your boyfriend, why was it so much trouble with your master?"
"Simple. My master makes my boyfriend look like a fourteen year old boy."
"Oh," said Jenny. "My master is pretty big, too."
There was a pause in the conversation. Then Janet spoke again. "Jenny, there's something else I want to tell you."
"What's that?" asked Jenny, turning her head toward Janet.
"Don't let your master tell you what to think. You only have to put out, you don't have to fall in love with every guy who walks into your room."
Jenny didn't reply. It would be very nice, she thought, if Janet was right. Janet, though, wasn't the one with the cane and the authority to use it.
"Janet, can I ask you something else?"
"Sure, Jenny."
"Have you had an orgasm since you got here?"
"No, though a couple of guys have gotten me excited. If a guy would go slow with me I might get off. But I'm not going to cum for a guy if I can help it. I don't want to lose it like that. I'd be willing to have an orgasm for my master, just to make him happy and keep from being caned, but he's like every guy with a big dick. All he wants to do is hammer me."
Jenny thought that her master had a big dick, but he hadn't tried to hammer her. "Yeah, I haven't come close to an orgasm either." Jenny lapsed into silence. She thought about her agreement to obey her master, she thought about his suggestion that she try to have an orgasm when she was with Eric, and most of all she thought about Eric and the visit he would almost surely pay her later that day.
"Jenny, what do you want..." Janet began to ask Jenny something, but was cut off by the escort's entrance.
"It's really a shame that good looking pussy like you two are ever left alone. After breakfast I'm gonna make sure at least one of you has something do to."
Good thing you're an escort, said Janet to herself, else I'd bite your dick off. Good thing you're an escort, said Jenny to herself, because the only girl who would ever have sex with you is a slave.
It turned out that Janet had the pleasure of entertaining the escort. Jenny was left behind at the restaurant to wait for her master. Jenny watched as the escort led Janet back to her room. She had only seen Janet from behind once before, and had not paid much attention then. Now she noticed that Janet had perfectly rounded hips that swayed gracefully back and forth when she walked. Jenny could see Janet walking down a runway, modeling clothes for women who would never look as good in them as Janet did. How awful, she thought, that in two minutes Janet would be applying saliva to the escort's dick so he could have a donut for breakfast. And yet Jenny remembered that she herself was in a similar situation yesterday, but could not recall that she felt so awful. Why does it upset me now, wondered Jenny, that Janet is about to be screwed by an escort when it didn't particularly bother me yesterday that my master was about to do the same to me? Jenny unwillingly pictured the scene in Janet's room. It made her angry.
As Jenny waited for her master, she saw two sophs, the slaves with red collars, leave the restaurant holding hands. One was whispering in the other's ear. After the message was received, Jenny saw the listener smile gently. They stopped, embraced, and kissed just a few feet from Jenny, then walked off holding hands. Could it be, wondered Jenny, that there were lesbian slaves? Jenny couldn't imagine that such a thing was possible. Who would train them, and for what? Did DiMarcos have enough lesbian customers to need lesbian slaves? How would the slave buyers at the prisons know that a felon was a lesbian?
Jenny had watched the two sophs so carefully that she didn't notice her master's approach. She was somewhat startled when she heard her master say, "Hand me your leash." As her master led her back to her room, she hoped that he would give her the opportunity to ask some questions.
Maurice did intend to let Jenny pose some questions. He also had a few of his own. He sat in the chair without taking off his clothes. After Jenny had positioned herself in front of him, he asked how the butt plug had worked.
Butt plugs don't really do any work, Jenny said to herself. "I guess it worked fine, master."
"Did it fall out during the night?" he asked. It had. "Good," he said. "Use the larger one tonight. I'll bring a third one this evening."
That's me, said Jenny to herself, climbing the butt plug ladder to success.
"OK," said Maurice, "I asked you a question. Now you can ask me one."
"Yes, master. I saw two slaves with red collars kiss each other outside the restaurant. Are they lesbians?"
Maurice knew he had to phrase his answer carefully. He was loath to lie to Jenny, but he knew it would be counterproductive to tell her the whole truth. "Sometimes a customer hires two slaves at the same time. Most slaves have a regular partner that they work with in such cases. Some partners are very close to each other. There are no slaves though, that I know of, who are truly lesbians."
"Oh," said Jenny a bit perplexed. "How are slaves paired together, master?"
"We let slaves form pairs on their own. Only if a slave doesn't meet another slave with whom she would like to work do we assign slaves to each other, and we don't force slaves to work together who don't want to. Slaves who don't work well together don't make customers happy."
"I want to work with Janet, I mean the blond slave, master," said Jenny.
Maurice was startled by Jenny's childlike directness. "It must be a mutual understanding between you and Janet. You can call her by name if you like. It's only non-slaves that you must address as sir or miss."
"What if a customer asks me to call him by name, master?" Jenny inquired without waiting for her master to tell her ask another question.
"If you are alone with him, you should do as he asks. But if any other non-slaves are present, you must use sir or miss. This is a protection for you. All customers should feel that they are being treated equally. If you address one by name, the others may think you are giving him preferential treatment. Also, it is simply not appropriate to address a non-slave by name. Now I have a question for you. Have you thought about what you are going to do with Eric if he visits you today?"
"Yes, master," said Jenny softly.
"I know you are a smart girl," said Maurice, hoping that his compliment would help him get at Jenny's thoughts. "I would rather hear what you thought about, rather than simply hear what you will do if he visits."
"Yes, master," and though she was a bit reluctant she trusted her master enough to tell him. "If I have sex with Eric and have an orgasm and enjoy it, I won't be the same person any more, master."
"How so?" asked Maurice. He was intrigued and rather proud that his slave could analyze her situation.
"To truly enjoy sex with Eric I would have to be a nymph or a sex maniac or something like that, because enjoying sex with him would mean that I could enjoy it with anyone, master."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that enjoying sex makes you a sex maniac. Eric is one boy. No matter how much you enjoy sex with him, you won't wake up tomorrow with an uncontrollable sex drive. Do you see what I mean?"
"Yes, master," said Jenny, but she only half believed him.
"Besides, every girl goes through changes when she becomes a slave. That's unavoidable. Agreed?"
"Yes, master, I agree with that," and she had no doubts.
"If you fight those changes, and are punished for it, you will be a different girl for having been punished. If you try to accept some changes in your sex life, you can avoid the punishment and the negative effects it can have. Now, I won't ask you how you plan to approach Eric's visit. I do want you to promise me, though, that no matter how you handle it, you will tell me, or show me, what you did when I come to see you this evening. If you are honest with me this evening, I promise not to punish you no matter what you
show me. Can you promise me that?"
Jenny thought this was a truly magnanimous offer. "I promise, master."
"Good. Then I will see you this evening." He got up and left. No sex, said Jenny to herself. He wants me to think some more about Eric. And he wants a good show this evening. But how am I ever going to have an orgasm for Eric? Maybe I can close my eyes and do my best to imagine myself with someone else. Maybe I can make him go slowly and show him a few things. Maybe I can pretend that I'm so starved for sex that even Eric will look good to me. Yeah, right, she thought. Maybe I will go to sleep, then wake up and find out that I'm the queen of Egypt.
CHAPTER VIII
Jenny had three customers after Maurice left. Since she was still a blow job slave, each visit went quickly. With all three, she tried her best to get the man's dick down her throat, but without success. Then, well before lunch, the escort led Janet into Jenny's room. He didn't leave right away, and though Jenny did not look up at him, she could tell he was eying her.
"Spread your legs farther apart, slave," he said, and Jenny could tell he was talking to her. She looked at Janet and their eyes met briefly.
"Sit up straight, stick your tits out," he said. Jenny did and when she glanced again at Janet she could see her doing the same.
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