No Going Back

by Kimmy Vere

  “Yes, Mistress,” Britney replied automatically, still feeling that burst of heat and humiliation pulsate from deep within her body.

  “What do you like,” Olivia wanted to know, “having a man who can tell you what to do? Having a man who can put you in a dog collar?”

  For a second, Britney wanted to protest, insisting that it wasn’t a dog collar. But obviously, the point wouldn’t have landed well, so she instead bowed her head down, pretended that this wasn’t deeply embarrassing and replied, “I’m grateful to be owned.”

  “Why?”

  Puffing out her cheeks, Britney said, “Because I understand my place. I need to be owned because this man is my master. He knows what it takes to touch, tease, and control me. I belong to him. It feels right and good and natural.”

  “You’re naturally a slave,” Olivia said, shaking her head.

  “Let’s see this for ourselves,” Shannon declared as she rose, hitched up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. She tossed the garments to the floor as though they didn’t matter, and then she beckoned her friend forward.

  Britney crawled along on her hands and knees, coming closer and closer. As she covered every inch of distance between them, she shivered, wishing she could be smarter than this.

  But then, Shannon took her friend by her hair, pulled Britney forward, and ordered, “Lick.” This had obviously been prearranged, at least for everyone except Britney.

  Over the course of her enslavement, Britney had learned how to obey commands. Simultaneously, she had become quite adept at giving blow jobs. But this was so different! Britney didn’t know if she could do it.

  “Lick,” Shannon said. “Or maybe your owner will get disappointed in you. You don’t want another spanking, do you? You don’t want to get paddled, do you? I bet Olivia and I could be pretty brutal if we really wanted to.”

  No!

  Britney couldn’t allow herself to be paddled by her friends. She tensed up, leaned forward, and tentatively started licking. Her tongue moved up and down, gliding over the other girl’s slit.

  Immediately, Britney could taste the heat and tang of the other girl. She looked at Shannon, gliding her tongue along in quick lines, then more elaborate patterns.

  When Shannon tightened her grip on Britney’s hair, the slave girl was used to the feel of having her scalp pulled and pushed. She felt her head slide forward, her cheeks gliding along Shannon’s inner thighs.

  And then she heard those sultry sounds of, “Oh. Oh yes. Oh damn. That feels good. Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

  Distantly, there were other noises as well, the sounds of giggles and chuckles.

  For the next few minutes, Britney lost herself to the movements. Now that she had started, she did a pretty good job. She tried to imagine what she would enjoy most, what she would crave. If she had one of her friends going down on her, what with that feel like? What would that do to her?

  Unfortunately, Britney would never get to find out. She was just a slave, after all. She needed to be used and owned, so she didn’t get to make those kinds of demands.

  “Wow,” Shannon said.

  For a few seconds, Britney was arrogant enough to think that the remark had been caused by her. Only then, Shannon pulled on Britney’s ponytail, taking the girl away from that spot between her legs.

  But why? She hadn’t finished!

  Because Shannon wanted Britney to see something special.

  It had been a minute or two since Britney had heard Olivia or Adam say anything. And now she knew why.

  Her Master and the other Mistress were now on the other side of the room, seated together, making out. His hand moved between Olivia’s legs, pressing down on that special spot. They kissed hungrily, touching and teasing one another.

  Britney saw her Master with another woman.

  “Look at that. He’s about to cheat on you. Does that even count as cheating anymore? I mean, if you’re his slave, can you really be his wife as well?”

  Britney was about to protest when Shannon dragged the girl back between her legs. With her fingers pushing down into Britney’s hair, Shannon forced to the slave into position again.

  Somehow, this was worse. Britney knew what was happening behind her. Just a couple feet away, Olivia and Adam continued to make out, touching one another, their hands playing along each other’s arms and legs, chest and neck.

  A little moan bounced off of the walls, only it didn’t belong to Shannon. Even as Britney licked, gliding her tongue up and down again, Britney had to endure the sounds of Olivia enjoying herself with Adam.

  They kissed. She moaned.

  With every second, Britney had to imagine it. She couldn’t just ignore or block out those sounds. With every second and heartbeat, she saw her husband stripping Olivia, pulling off her blouse, removing her shorts, taking off one garment after another. And the girl would enjoy every second of it!

  Britney could feel the heat between her legs, that constant, delicious throbbing. She wanted to be with him. She needed to be the girl up on the couch. Instead, she found herself placed between Shannon’s legs, licking, nuzzling, worshiping. She bobbed her head down and up, arching her back and stretching her neck even as her tongue flicked deeper and deeper between Shannon’s legs.

  If she had been allowed to speak, what would Britney have said? What if she turned back to her master and begged him to stop?

  Maybe.

  More likely, she would have pleaded for the opportunity to join them. She thought of Olivia. Beautiful Olivia. The girl with the shiny black hair. The girl with those bright eyes. The girl who could smile and look impish and mischievous all at the same time.

  “He’s going to have sex with someone else,” Shannon said. “He’s going to have sex with another girl because she’s better than you.”

  Britney heard those words and felt the stab of disappointment deep within her chest because she knew it was true.

  Britney may have been an obedient slave, but she wasn’t good enough for her Master, not really. He wanted someone more, someone different, someone better. He wanted someone he could respect. Olivia might be his equal. She was smart enough. Britney wore a collar around her neck because she deserved to be owned.

  As those thoughts swelled inside of her head, she licked harder and faster, worshiping the other girl with everything she had. Britney did her absolute best to make sure Shannon might come within the next few seconds.

  But still, the blonde held off, keeping those temptations aside. “I wonder if he’s going to start dating her. What do you think of that? The two of them could go out to fancy dinners. You could stay home and do dishes.”

  Britney felt it again, that throbbing need right between her legs. It pulsated, begging for her to do something! She needed to feel his cock between her legs. If not that, then maybe he could touch her!

  And yet, those were decisions for Adam to make. As the slave, she might be able to beg or she might be able to plead. But that was all.

  “Your husband is over there having sex with another girl, but you have to stay here and please me,” Shannon taunted.

  She grabbed Britney’s hair, yanked the poor girls head back, and then looked down into her eyes with that cruel grin. She was the head cheerleader, the mean girl, the Queen bee. “You’re not good enough for him, not anymore,” she said.

  And just like that, she shoved Britney’s face back between her legs as though the young woman on her knees was nothing but a human sex toy.

  Like an object, one perfectly programmed and trained, Britney resumed her licking, gliding her tongue up and down before penetrating her friend.

  She licked harder and faster until Shannon finally climaxed, crying out.

  Then, and only then, Shannon pulled Britney’s head back out. She turned her around and grabbed her breasts, locking them near the nape of her neck. Shannon didn’t use shackles or manacles. Instead, she simply tightened her grip, making sure Britney couldn’t get away.


  Britney already knew that Shannon was stronger. She was more athletic and worked out. Tentatively, Britney tried to pull her hands away, to jerk her breasts free from Shannon’s fingers. It didn’t work.

  “If you struggle too hard, I’m going to make sure he paddles you again after he’s done.”

  Britney lowered her head, closed her eyes, and tried to block out everything she had already experienced.

  But then, Shannon released one of Britney’s hands just long enough to grab the girl by her cheeks and lift her head, forcing Britney to look. “Watch.”

  As an obediently trained a slave, Britney knew she had no choice. She lifted her head, opened her eyes, and watched. By this point, Olivia was naked, having been stripped of her shorts and tank top, even her bra and panties. She was on her back, pinned down. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists.

  Adam. Britney’s Adam. Britney’s Master.

  It didn’t matter. As her Master, he could do whatever he wanted. He could be with whomever he liked. And at the moment, that meant Olivia.

  Britney tried to look away, yet she couldn’t do it. She watched as they kissed, as their hands roamed over one another. She saw him stroke her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, eliciting another sultry moan from her red lips. He reached down moments later, his fingers gliding over her opening.

  “Can this slut touch herself?” Shannon called out, squeezing harder on Britney’s wrists.

  Adam looked away from the black haired girl beneath him for a moment. They both did, their eyes boring down into Britney.

  The girl on her knees squirmed, quivering.

  Everyone in the room laughed at her.

  “I’m going to let you decide, Shannon. Decide whether or not she did a good enough job to earn the chance to finger herself while she watches me have sex with this exquisite creature here.” He stroked Olivia’s cheek, his soft touch sending little electric sparks through her body. Britney knew what that was like.

  Then he started kissing Olivia again, his fingers brushing through her hair, his other hand moving along her side. He kept touching her, stroking and fondling her perfect body.

  “He’s about to have sex with her,” Shannon said, almost gleeful.

  “Please, can I please touch myself? Please!”

  “Tell me what you really want.”

  “I want to finger myself and masturbate while my husband has sex with another woman!”

  Shannon released one of Britney’s hands again, allowing her to slide her fingers down past the elastic of her panties.

  With her legs spread, Britney started to slide her fingertips up and down her pussy. Moments later, she pressed down, penetrating herself. She massaged that special spot, teasing herself even as she stared on.

  Adam had his cock out. Still fully clothed, he took out his shaft and plunged down, thrusting into Olivia. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and made her moan. He made her quiver and shake underneath him.

  He plunged down, thrusting into her.

  Looking onward and with nothing but her fingers between her legs, Britney could only enjoy the sensations vicariously. She wished that she could be that black haired girl, that she could be spread out, helpless, trapped beneath that man while he took her.

  He plunged down, thrusting into her hard. Then he pulled back, all while Shannon teased the captive on the floor.

  “He’s with another girl. He’s with another girl because you weren’t good enough.”

  As Britney heard those words, she came closer and closer to an orgasm. This was her master; he had every right to do as he saw fit.

  Feeling trapped and helpless and utterly owned, Britney watched as Olivia twitched, arching her back, calling out as her toes curled. She moaned through the ecstasy. Her Master grunted. With every shove down, he reasserted his control and power.

  Britney finally enjoyed her own orgasm. With her hand between her legs and her fingers gliding up and down her opening, she came hard, savoring the pulsating need. And when it was all done, she bowed her head down. Exhausted, she panted, doing everything she could to catch her breath.

  Adam got up and walked over to her. He reached into his pocket and took out the leash. He dropped the end of the floor and looked to the other girls. “This is my slave. What do you think?”

  Both girls grinned, ready to tease her some more.

  The End