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by Ella Ford

  I began to stroke Blake’s foot, rubbing my fingertips over her sole, plucking at her toes. She squirmed in delight at my touch, squeezing her eyes shut, holding her mouth open. I started to knead her flesh with my thumbs, pushing down into her sole, massaging the muscles there.

  I glanced over at Kate, who was doing the same. Her face was held in an expression of pleasure, focusing on Blake’s foot with a furious concentration.

  “Oh girls, you can do better than that, can’t you?” purred the buyer behind us. “I’ve seen how talented your pretty mouths are, why don’t you use them?”

  Blake moaned in eager anticipation, wiggling her toes back and forth. I took a deep breath, desperately not to be seen to be hesitating, then leaned forwards and touched my tongue against the flat of Blake’s sole. The blonde girl cried out, a muffled whimper behind the restricting ball gag. I slowly licked up from her heel to the tip of her toes, overwhelmed by the sensation of soft nylon on my tongue and the taste of her sweat. I found myself hungry for more and began to nibble along the length of her arch, sucking at her, plucking at her stockings with my teeth. I shifted around to stand at her side, never once taking my hand off her ankle or my mouth off her foot, then I wrapped my lips around her wiggling toes, sucking them roughly.

  I lifted my eyes and looked at Kate. The pale doctor was kissing Blake’s other foot nervously, as though reluctant to commit to the full taste. I hoped her reluctance didn’t cost her a flogging… Kate seemed to sense my thoughts and sighed, then wrapped her mouth around Blake’s toes, squeezing her eyes shut. As I watched, her face appeared to relax, the tension in her neck and jaw disappeared and a look of captivated wonder lit up her features. She pulled back, then dove in once more, licking hungrily along the length of Blake’s arch. It was an amazing thing to see, and it caused the fireball in my pussy to lurch upwards and spill molten waves of pleasure into my body. Blake sensed Kate’s capitulation too and she moaned loudly, urging us to continue.

  Suddenly, the buyer lurched forward and gripped Kate’s ponytail, pulling her away from Blake’s foot. Kate squealed in surprise and pain, lifting her hands to her hair. The buyer dragged Kate away from Blake’s prone body to the center of the room. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Kate stumbled along behind the tall blonde, tripping on her high heeled shoes.

  The pair of them reached the two girls - Joanne and Kaitlynn - who were still kissing. The buyer released her grip on Kate, pushing her down to her knees on the cold, hard floor. Then she grabbed the two chest harnesses that bound Joanne and Kaitlynn and pulled the pair apart. They both exhaled in surprise and pain as the chains between them pulled tight and the metal clamps tugged at their nipples.

  The buyer reached down and grabbed Kate once more, then pushed her forward, between Joanne and Kaitlynn. Kate crawled into the space between their legs and turned back to look at the buyer. Her face was pale and fearful, nervous about what would happen next. The buyer lifted her hand and brought the flat of her palm down on the ass of the blonde girl, Joanne. “Spread,” she commanded with a single word. Joanne moved without hesitation, spreading her feet until they were a shoulder’s width apart. The rope holding her to the ceiling pulled tight and she was forced up onto her tiptoes, causing her to sway precariously.

  The buyer repeated the action on Kaitlynn’s ass. A sharp slap, then a single word, “spread.”

  The brunette did the same, spreading her legs and swaying back and forth on the rope.

  “Now, keep kissing,” said the buyer and the two girls mouths touched once more. Kate ducked down as their bodies came together and found herself cowering under the two girls’ pussies, nestled in the inverted V of their stockinged legs. “Now, show these two what a talented mouth you have,” said the buyer, bending down to grab Kate’s ponytail again, angling her head till she looked upwards at the two moist labia above her.

  I shifted my body around, keeping Blake’s toes in my mouth at all times. I found myself eager to see Kate in action, to see how my companion coped with this sordid assignment.

  I watched as Kate repositioned herself, wrapping her arms around Kaitlynn and Joanne’s toned thighs. Then she lifted up on her knees slightly, forcing her head between the bodies of the two girls until her mouth was inches from the first girl’s pussy. Then, with a nervous apprehension that was almost tangible, she lapped with her tongue, plunging between Kaitlynn’s lips.

  The brunette moaned as she continued her kiss, glancing down at Kate. Then she shifted her body, spreading her legs apart further to grant better access to the elegant doctor. Kate responded by pressing her whole mouth against Kaitlynn’s sex, greedily lapping at her dripping folds. Kaitlynn howled her appreciation, tugging at the rope that held her to the ceiling.

  Kate then turned her head through one hundred and eighty degrees and found Joanne’s pussy, then repeated her tentative exploration and enthusiastic devouring. The blonde joined Kaitlynn in moaning her enjoyment.

  This bafflingly erotic tryst continued, with Kate alternating between each girl’s pussy, never allocating her mouth too much to one girl. In time, she gained confidence and coordination, lifting her fingers to continue their sordid work as her mouth moved to the other girl.

  I felt myself become captivated by the Kate’s actions, hot jolts of arousal ricocheting through my body with every sapphic contact. I found myself wondering whether this was Kate’s first taste of a woman, or whether she’d eaten pussy before this night. Either way, she was a quick learner and an enthusiastic giver of pleasure. I wondered what it would be like to feel her tongue on my own pussy? To experience that relentless attention.

  All the while, the buyer stalked around the room, studying Kate as she worked. Then she turned her attention to me, and smiled a viper’s smile. She locked her eyes on mine and walked in my direction, swinging the flogger from side to side, causing a light swish sound with every stroke.

  I felt my heartbeat quicken and tried to concentrate on Blake’s foot, fearing what she might make me do or how she might punish me. I found myself feeling guilty for no reason, wilting under her lighthouse stare.

  She reached the bench and stood behind me. I didn’t dare turn my head, didn’t dare remove my mouth from Blake’s toes. I glanced down at the blonde and found her gazing behind me at the buyer, a look of adoration and fear in her eyes. Her blank expression screamed how may I serve you? and I felt a pang of jealousy that this girl could be so utterly submissive with seemingly no regard for the consequences.

  Suddenly, I felt my hair being pulled and my head moving quickly away from Blake. I stumbled backwards into the body of the buyer. She grabbed me in an instant and lifted her hand to my throat, pulling my hair back until I was staring up at her. I resisted the urge to fight, to struggle, to attempt to break free, knowing that I had to be docile and obedient. My life was hers.

  But no matter how many times I repeated the mantra, I felt the rising panic cloud my thoughts and my judgement. I wriggled my body, testing the force of her grip, and she held me tighter. Then she began to squeeze my throat, strangling me until I could no longer breathe.

  My eyes bulged and my panic intensified, firing me with a fight-or-flee imperative that I was unable to control. I writhed in her arms, gasping for air. I felt my vision begin to collapse, felt the room fading to a darkness that was mine alone. Then she released her hand, allowing me to breathe again. I sucked precious air down into my lungs again, taking deep gulps.

  “Don’t ever fight against me, bitch. You breathe because I say you can, do I make myself clear.”

  I nodded, still staring up at her. “Y-yes, mistress,” I said weakly. In that moment, the final pretence of resistance fell away from my mind. Any sense of doubt, any feeling regret or remorse for my life now lost, was swept away in an instant.

  It is difficult to explain how it felt, and I wouldn’t blame you for doubting me. But in that violent encounter, when the buyer held my life in her hands, I realized that I was nothing more than a posse
ssion to her. I existed only to serve, to obey. I had achieved what I always wanted, and the thought thrilled me more than anything.

  I wanted to feel her punishment. I wanted to be a good little girl, an obedient fuck toy. I wanted to learn what it was to surrender completely, to be like Blake or Joanne or Kaitlynn. That the buyer was a woman was of little consequence - who was I to express a preference? Did it matter if I was sucking cock or pussy, just as long as I was on my knees and doing as I was told. Pets don’t chose their owners.

  Suddenly, we were moving. I felt myself pushed forwards by the tall blonde’s grip, moving me around Blake’s body. Distantly, I became aware of heightened moans from the center of the room - Kate doing her work. We reached the end of the bench, and the buyer forced me down onto my knees, then pushed my head down between Blake’s legs. I didn’t try to resist, allowed myself to positioned where she wanted.

  “Eat,” she said and I reacted without thinking, pushing my tongue out to lick up through Blake’s moist pussy. Blake squealed her pleasure as my mouth reached her clit. I reached up with my hands and found hers, still tied on either side to her ankles. We linked fingers, forming a tight bond between us as I set to work.

  I didn’t stop for a single second to think about where I was or what I was doing, didn’t stop to think that I had never met this girl before or that I knew nothing about her. All that mattered was the will of my mistress, the buyer. And she wanted me to eat Blake’s pussy. There existed nothing else in the world of any consequence.

  With a rough energy, I continued to work on her sweet cunt, sucking her lips into my mouth, pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit. She cried out, begging me for more, urging me onwards with muffled moans.

  From behind me, I became aware of a rising chorus of female voices. Kate’s greedy tongue provoking howls of ecstasy from the pair of bound girls. Then a commotion, the sounds of quick footsteps and a presence behind me.

  “Stand,” said the buyer with a swift stroke of the flogger on my back. I yelped and jumped to my feet, bending at the waist to continue devouring Blake with my mouth. My back stung where the flogger had bit, but I tried to ignore the pain. “On your knees,” said the buyer and I felt a momentary second of confusion. Did she want me to kneel or stand? Then I realized that she was talking to Kate, who she’d dragged away from Joanne and Kaitlynn.

  As the realization dawned on me, I felt Kate lower herself into position behind me. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my ass and my pussy. She was breathing quickly, whether from arousal or exhaustion or fear, I could not tell. But her closeness and presence fueled the fire in my pussy until I could stand it no more. I moaned, urging someone to do something, but I didn’t know what. Instead, I channeled my energies into Blake’s pussy, quickening my eager tongue until the blonde began to scream out.

  “Don’t just fucking look at it, eat it!” snapped the buyer, and I felt Kate’s hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading me apart, revealing my tight asshole.

  I felt a momentary stab of self-conscious panic. Nobody had ever been there before! I wondered what it would feel like.

  Then Kate’s tongue stroked down the length of my ass, tickling my asshole and lapping at it greedily. I felt her fingernails dig into the soft flesh of my buttocks, causing a jolt of exquisite pain to ripple up my spine. As Kate began to eat my asshole, my entire body sang with pleasure. The fireball in my pussy ignited, sending wave after wave of nerve-tingling ecstasy down my arms and legs. I gasped and cried out, pausing momentarily on Blake’s pussy, then I redoubled my efforts, channeling my pleasure into the action of my tongue. Blake responded to this escalation, thrashing her body about on the bench, straining against the ties that held her neck and arms in place.

  As Kate’s tongue pushed onwards into my ass, I felt her hand reach between my legs, finding my slick lips and stroking them expertly. She began to slide her fingers back and forth, squeezing my labia between her two middle digits. Then she pushed her thumb into my pussy hole as her fingertips found my clit.

  It was all too much. Entered in two holes, my clit being squeezed and massaged relentlessly, I felt myself losing control.

  Suddenly, as I was about to release myself into the orgasm, I heard a familiar swish sound and felt the sharp bite of the flogger on my back. I pulled away, momentarily shifting my mouth off Blake’s pussy and breaking the contact between Kate and my holes. Kate howled her fury and pulled me back, returning her tongue to my ass and her hand to my pussy.

  There was another swish sound, and I braced myself, but this stroke landed on Kate. It was her turn to cry out now, but she soon got back to work.

  “In time, you’ll come to realize that pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin,” said the buyer with a manic tone. She swung her arm again and the flogger bit into my back once more. I cried out, but didn’t move, keen to show that I could take it. “And one of the great pleasures of pain is inflicting it,” she continued. The flogger came down again, this time on Kate’s back. “Part of your training will involve learning to feel the pleasure of pain, for there will be many in your new world who would seek to grant you that pleasure.”

  The flogger sang out again, striking both Kate and me simultaneously. We both cried out, but this time, I felt something else. A surge of warmth from the point of impact, a sudden electric jolt that danced around the ripples of pleasure from my asshole and pussy and formed a most intoxicating combination.

  To my utter surprise, I found myself dreading and demanding the next stroke in equal measure. I didn’t have to wait long, and I soon felt the sharp bite once more.

  For endless minutes, the four of us fell into this hypnotic cycle of pleasure and pain. Frantic, hungry tongues sending waves of ecstasy through my body and Blake’s, while the buyer lashed Kate and myself with the cruel flogger.

  The weight of sensation became too much to bear. My back burned where the flogger rained down its relentless sting; my pussy sang out, sending ripples of pleasure around my entire body; my tongue buzzed with the intensity of Blake’s sweet pussy, causing me to work her clit ever harder. I became aware of every nerve ending, every firing synapse. I felt alive for the first time in my life, I felt owned.

  On the bench, Blake cried out. “Please! Please, mistress! May I?” she shouted, her words muffled by the gag but her intent clear. I remembered her conditioning, how she couldn’t orgasm without the buyer’s approval. I flicked her clit once more, relishing the power I had over her suddenly, feeling a sudden stab of guilt.

  The buyer ceased her abuse of our bodies and stepped around to Blake’s side, then lowered her head and whispered something in Blake’s ear. The effect was immediate. The blonde girl’s body convulsed, her legs and arms thrashed together. I felt a hot spurt of liquid lust against my mouth and lapped at every precious drop of Blake’s pleasure.

  Then something snapped inside me. The relentless attention at my rear end from the elegant Kate became too much to bear. The orgasm broke inside me and my mind exploded. I felt my hands squeezed in Blake’s grip as her orgasm rocked her tiny body, and I squeezed back in return. My vision collapsed to a dark tunnel, with Blake’s pussy the focal point. I screamed, louder than I have ever screamed before, unable to take the waves of pleasure that were slamming against the seawall of my consciousness.

  Every act and action of this strange night converged, every new sensation and novel thrill erupted in a molten outpouring of lust and desire.

  I fell forwards, sprawling over Blake’s body, kissing her naked breasts, her stomach, her chest, finding my way to her mouth and locking my lips on hers, joining us in this endless moment of ecstasy.

  Then the fire was gone, releasing my body and Blake’s alike. I collapsed, breathless and dizzy, unable to shift my body from where I lay, muscles twitching and every inch of my being trembling with an unparalleled contentment.

  As I felt my body cool, a sudden notion struck me. I struggled up to my feet and turned to the face the buyer. She look
ed at me with a curious expression, her head cocked to one side. Then I lowered myself to my knees and crossed my arms behind my back. I lowered my gaze and stared at the floor, allowing a tranquil calm to descend on my body.

  Though I didn’t speak a single word, my intent was clear.

  I am yours to command, mistress, your obedient, owned slave. What would you have me do next?

  THE END

  Bound

  by Ella Ford

  Prologue

  The naked girl shifted her body against me, twitching her shoulders up and down and pulling back with her hips. I felt her breathing quicken; warm sighs on my neck and ear like a lover’s whisper, but tinged with a mounting sense of panic and claustrophobia.

  I tried to relax, tried not to let her fear infect me. I knew that The Artist would be monitoring us, knew that she would be studying every motion, every breath or sigh. I knew that she liked to see girls struggle, that displays of futile resistance were opium to her, the fuel that inspired her sordid works. I wasn’t going to fall that easily, I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. All I had to do was hold on.

  The girl’s struggles continued. It wasn’t the first time that she’d tried to escape in the hours that we’d been bound together. It wasn’t the first time that she’d surrendered to her panic and her helplessness. She began to twist her wrists behind my back, pulling at the tight rope bracelets that held her hands together with fingers laced in a secure cradle, the perfect mirror of my hands behind her back. I felt her body move against me, felt her breasts shifting up and down, nipples provoked to rigidity by the friction of contact brushing against mine. She pulled her head back as the familiar realization of her predicament revealed itself in her mind again and I felt the rope between our necks pull me along with her. I tried to apply a counterforce, keen not to smash my face into hers as she tugged at the short rope.