M7...

In a tall building, in a wealthy street, minutes before six in the evening, the concierge sent Marylou to the top floor. Behind the door a maid took my coat. I wear the dress that started the all thing into a cozy living room where two females sat in heavy silence. I took my seat. Nobody attempted to engage in conversation. After a while another woman came in. Time grew heavy on our well groomed group. The maid did not make any effort to introduce us. Her perfunctory delivery of new arrivals pushed the tension higher. I steal glances to the other. Nothing really outstanding emerges from us beyond a significant amount of flesh discovered, nothing outrageous, compared to the extreme at Kelly's.

Still our short dresses with generous cleavage colored the atmosphere. None of us crossed her legs. Knees stay quite apart. Here and there a garter showed its end, provided one could access the right angle, telltale of the rigorous preparation for the evening. We shared the same purpose. I visualized pieces of fancy lingerie under the outer garment. My own will be on display before the end of the night. A subtle sisterhood bond grew between us framing our silence. We all had a Master. We shared a submissive streak.

The evocation moistens my lower lips while the ether fills with female smells. Our knees moved apart. Our bosom pushed outward. The conscience of each of us demanding others pushes my own knee beyond any decency. My sisters lead or followed the trends. Every girl in this room had been subject to this request. When an unused door opened we turned as one woman our eyes toward a woman in haute couture pans. Our group rushed to stand at attention.

"Hello girls, Welcome to your first training session. I'm Madame Claude and I will supervise your instruction. Someone, very special to each of you, requested your attendance. Recently you choose to relinquish control, either permanently or temporarily, other your body to somebody else. Your new owners hire me to instill the totally different social skill needed in this kind of society. A master is much worst than a boss or a husband. He freely expresses his pleasure in controlling you and his power zone extend to the most intimate part of your life and skin. The wait you submitted is designed to reach the point you did. Your body language synchronized. Your attitudes claim the availability of your pussies. I congratulate you for holding on the perfect limit. No dress, above the point of evident indecency, you all show a willing disposition. Never impose, always propose. You will present yourself each in turn with your name and a short introduction to your motive. A single word would be best. I will spell out your Masters instructions. You will go back to your seat afterward."

My pussy tingled with warmth and sweat pearled under my arms. The girl on my right moved toward Madame Claude bowing to her deeply.

"I'm Lacy submitting to power."

"Your Master allowed usage of any hole and whipping if necessary. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Madame."

"Curly bush vanquished by surprise."

"No back hole penetration. Spanking OK. Do you agree?"

I had accepted it and he did spank me. Now anybody could do it! My constricted throat uttered a meek:

"Yes, Madame."

"Slut abandoned to my lust."

"No pussy penetration, heavy spanking. Do you agree?"

"Virgin dominated by a female."

"No male contact. Anything else goes."

"Yes, Madame."

"Wet returning to her champion."

"In need of severe mouth training, no lower penetration. Heavy whipping if necessary."

"Yes, Madame."

"Thank you for your cooperation. Look at your peer keeping in mind the motives that bring you here. On my signal you will use a word to describe the aspect of the group. Be ready. We will go around and the first silent one will loose her dress. I will designate the next candidate based upon the least appropriate posture. When properly dressed with panties, which I hope you do wear, the important message is one of discreet availability. Do not embarrass Master with inappropriately sluttish acts and assure him of your readiness to obey."

I watch closely the feminine display, knee slightly parted, and garters out here and there, even the round creaminess of a thigh insides. The smell loaded with female hormone pulsed in my swollen belly. The bosoms opened valuing the curvature of deep cleavages. The eyes crossed at time to take in the stature of our sisters in submission. The faces showed anxiety and expectation. I stole glances at Madame Claude, careful to avoid being seen. The group, searching the exact balance between availability and undue slutishness, obviously kindle our leader appetite. She scrutinized the girls walking around to get every angle. Her eyes on me induced violent emotions. The other girl contraction under the target of her gaze fulfilled her predator temperament. The fearful reaction excited me to the upper point. I wondered how she evaluated which one strayed from the model in her mind checking the position of a strap, the angle of a bosom or the level of a helm, until her voice fall

"Slut, panties view, definitely too sluttish for the actual state of the meeting."

"One last remark. You cannot reuse the same word. If the word is inadequate in my judgment you loose. Lacy you are first."

"Garter."

"Cleavage."

"Fear."

"Tension."

"Aroused."

"Helm."

"Knees."

"Submissive"

"Womanly"

"Feminine"

.....

"Garter"

"Virgin, garter had been the first word used. You will strip for us. Get on the stage and perform..."

One by one the girls strip to their stockings and shoes and wait kneeling on the carpet. A small pillow under our pussies avoids stains. We waited until Lacy presents the last body to the group. Mistress Claude looks at our attractive flesh with satisfaction.

"You are now naked. The message changed from before. Most Masters will expect you to claim readiness. Now there is a delicate twist there. What if you wish you were somewhere else than here naked on your knee. Your Master does not want you to stand and leave nor close your knee and say please leave me alone, still never totally lies about your mind state. Never forget that Masters are expert sensitive. They know how you really feel. Often enough the situation will not be such a black and white stuff. Here sit your little drop of power. They will release you above a certain level of distress. Trust them. You can signal distress. Help them by emphasizing distress only. Learn how to differentiate between distress and your lack of competence to make the right choices for yourself. If your own desires lead you to eternal bliss you would never want to be a slave. You would not be naked on your knees in the first place. Mirror yourself in their eyes to help make the differences. On the other side of the spectrum is pleasure, Lacy come to the swing."

The maid installs Lacy in the swing. Her heels anchored into the chains holding the swing to the ceiling. Her knees widely apart expose the open petals of her blooming slit between the roundness of her thigh. Pointing to the typical shape of delicate folds Mistress Claude said:

"This girl is in need, not in distress. Let's stimulate her. Masters expect clitoris stimulation to induce pleasure. They could tease by denying relief. If you appreciate it, show it. Don't be shy there. What if you feel nothing? What shall you do? If you start faking you may end up faking more and more, a detrimental course for the relationship. If you get caught simulating pleasure, you will be punished. If your Master hoped for your pleasure to prove him to his guest, he will be very angry with you if you do not like it. Sometimes they will expect you to fake and other times to show it. If you ever fake I will strongly recommend that you tell your Master afterward. I deeply believe than otherwise the relationship will not hold. The very fact that you react differently from your Master expectation bode badly for your relationship. The more open you will be the less he can be confused. Girls show your soul with your body! Spread your labias, my dear"

With that Madame Claude let her fingers move up and down on the girl's exposed clitoris. The abundant moisture streaming from her pit helped the maneuver. Soon a writhing and panting Virgin had become the center of the group attention. Turning to them Madame Claude said:

"Let me see how the show affected you. Take a back side presentation."

The girls stood and turned around in various positions to offer the required view.

"Now this is a standard pose. Legs straight parted beyond your shoulder length. Head close to your knees. Bring your hand in back and spread your ass cheeks with your hands."

The maid went to each girl to rectify positions while Madame fingered their intimacy to appreciate their mood.

"My dear girls you are all quite properly affected by the show. Remember when you are on the swing the effect it does on the spectator. A female in the throw of her pleasure contaminates her surrounding. This makes faking dangerous because a faking one will not have such a pervasive effect. When I look at your pussies I know she really went for it. She could fake me because touching her turn me on but she sure cannot fool the all room. Don't move you are ravishing in the pose. Don't move. Don't turn. You are the show. I will now invite our evening guest."

Three man and a woman entered the room and seat on armchairs disposed in front of the exposed girls. Madame let them enjoy the view for a while.

"Congratulations girls. I can see your effort to communicate your willingness in the quite undignified position where I put you. We need to do some technical work but the spirit is good. We will work on your skills individually. Get back in your waiting pose."

She jolted some notes on her pad. She asked one he man.

"Which one captures your fancy?"

He designated Marylou. Her heart beat when up two notches.

"Marylou, go to him and ask him to fuck you."

Marylou knees weaken and her throat constricted while she stood up to get close to the man. His half erected dick scared her. How was she supposed to ask him to put it in her? If only he had come behind her in the previous position, it would have been quite easy. Just let him have his way. What were the words to ask a man to penetrate you? She never had to ask for such a thing. Man always did the asking. Oh yes, Sir James had her take poses in the past but he had asked for it. She would never dare proposing him the way she had been taught. She recalled her emotional certitude that she will never, ever volunteered such a pose not so long ago and she clings to it. Moments ago she had been asked and the girls were doing it with her. The sorority touch made it OK. She will draw the line right there. Her pussy could definitely accommodate penetration and she whished her Master would take her now but making obscene move toward this stranger blow her fuses. Something must be said.

"Sir would like to take me?"

He answered.

"You don't seem to very eager my dear Lady. I'm not sure I will enjoy it."

Marylou made a face. The event did not augur anything good for her.

"Sir, I apologize for my ways. This is the very first time I had to ask such a thing. I ..."

Madame intervened.

"Marylou, slave never insists on their shortcoming. He chooses not to take you. You do not find excuses. You may apologize or show repent. You used poor words. Your unappealing body language justifies his refusal."

The man confirmed.

"I liked what of saw of your pussy but your approach and presentation was dousing."

"Marylou, Did your Master taught you the proposal?"

"Yes, Mistress he did."

"It was the perfect occasion for it. If you choose to disobey, at least mix enthusiasm in the question and sparkle in your eyes. Your posture reeked of reluctance. We do not like that. We have a choice of eager women. We like your need. He picked you because he saw it. You choose to be a slave out of your free will. You waste you excitement for misplaced pudor, definitely worth a spanking."

Marylou flushed red all other her neck. Madame Claude made the sign. No escape, she resigned to be done as soon as possible. She walked other to the Mistress, seated on a chair and wrapped her nakedness around her knees. Madame Claude took her time, observing and caressing the cornered bottom. Her own intimacy flushed with the conquest. She loved those junctures where a submissive taking full consciousness of the dark nature of her lust offered her pussy to her whim. The turmoil in the soft body squirming under her touch confirmed her status. The woman had surrendered her intimacy. The skin reacted to her contact. Her fingers grazed the depth between the orbs, reaching the submissive moistness. Two fingers plunged effortlessly inside the love canal. A delicious tension jammed the ass cheeks and the curves of the thigh. Deep inside the flesh pushed hungrily against her fingers, removing another barrier to Marylou acceptance of her lust.

"Why are you there?"

"I preserved my pudor instead of letting my lust take over. My Master already warned me about that."

"Very good. I will give you only five. You will count and thank me."

The slap echoed through the room. Fingers mark decorated her bottom. The heat spread around her ass cheek.

"One, thank you Mistress."

The second slap came on the other cheeks.

"Two, thank you Mistress."

She could not hold a muffled scream under the strength of the blow. The caress started again. She let herself sink into submissive space. Here she was, a slave, forced to do what she secretly whished. Her Master knew how to lead her. Her only concern must be to accept the weird requests. The hands had left her lowers parts. Eyes closed, holding on Madame legs she braced herself for the next blow. She articulated in the middle of her scream.

"Three, thank you Mistress"

The fourth came without respite. Crying softly she did her duty.

"Four thank you Mistress."

The fifth one made her fully scream.

"Five thank you Mistress."

Her bottom was well colored. A mix of sweat and female nectar wetted her thighs' skin. Mistress's two fingers deep into her titillated her. The red of her skin took a deeper shade. The punishment had increased her arousal.

"Now, let's try it again."

Marylou walked to the man, subtly responding to his gaze's movements between her offered breast and the puffed slit between her legs. On her face, a smile promised the best a woman could offer. Close to him, she turned around. Bent to let him appreciate her need, she turned her head. Her eyes fixed on his fully erect cock; she licked her lips to propose

"Sir, will you fuck me?"

"Come seat on it, beauty."

Marylou backed up until her entrance reached above the mast and let herself penetrated. She almost jumped. The filling flesh suddenly took her to a preorgasmic plateau. She cast away an image of her husband seeing her being such a slut. She was a slave and a slut. He did not have to know. She wanted that cock and was going to enjoy it to the fullest. As a secondary benefit she won't get another trashing. She purrs while coiling her butt to rub the cock around her sensitive internal walls. He grazed her tits in his palms. The build up threatened to take her over the edge. She gathered herself to block the impeding explosion. She did not know if she could let it go. He whispered to her.

"Beauty let it go. I desire your spasms around my cock."

She resumes the slow coiling of his cock. The sensation washed again around her. The vibrations against some unknown part of her depth expanded to cover all her lower belly. Moaning his satisfaction, he encouraged her.

"Come, beauty, come for me."

The waves lashed, deliciously mounting until her peak. The slow descent left her in awe of the scene. He let her recover in his arms. The group had resumed its activity when she found the strength to stand and kneels tenderly at his feet. She cleaned the instrument of her pleasure before joining her sisters.

For four weeks and a weekend, Marylou learns the attitudes expected from her. The body postures offer no difficulty to her. She enjoys the looks on her feminity and knows how to communicate her pleasure to the society.

The training in non sexual services like massages, table dressing or wine serving fills her with an impression of usefulness. Her memory for signs and code phrase does not fail. She knows where to kneel, when to open a fly, respond to touches on her bosom, react to slaps on her buttocks or present her curves without specific orders.

The consistent presence of feminine pleasure turns her upside down and her pussy waters all the time but her endangered sense of security and propriety breed significant lack of comfort. The rugged breathing and moans of the other girls vibrates in her stomach and pump her adrenaline. Her gaze cannot leave the surrendered faces' beauty and the gliding tongues. Her turns on the receiving end satisfy her body but leave her mind perturbed. She sees herself perverted and degraded. Communication with the spectators reminds her of Master's smiles on her first day. Peoples comment on the power of her expressions and men urge girls to their cock during her moaning.

On her turn to give she cannot reach total comfort. Clitoris challenges her. Cocks in her mouth offer the main difficulty. Their size does not allow her comfort. Her jaw hurts. Keeping her mouth open wide enough to accommodates the instrument and long enough to satisfy, tensed her and she had to ask for grace. She particularly hates mouth fucking. Her inability to refuse cock in her mouth degrades her. Two spankings, for lacking effort in her cock sucking activities, made her gives her best, still with no real success. The ability of her Mistress to discern amazes her.

Various cocks find their way to her interiors. Two were extremely pleasant and she enjoyed the ride. She could not admit to herself her pleasure. The secret hides in the deep of her mind. The peace in her body testified for the pleasure's goodness. She never talks about it to Maxime. She described the events in a way where this did not happen. She did not dare tell Maxime about her pleasure. She delayed in hope for a better time. Anyway most cocks were from the lower variety and she needed his tenderness about accepting those in her. They could not find a proper space for their satisfaction and made her feel soiled. His gracious performance of the expected role made her grateful. Other men limitations made his more acceptable.

Madame Claude gave her some pointer to relax and let the man take their pleasure. She should not try to fake any pleasure but she should focus on making her sex welcoming and rewarding. Keeping some movement would help too. And keeping in touch with the male whish would help as well. On those day with lots of males around she often came back quite depressed. Only Maxime tenderness and valuation saves her from running away. Suzan knows the pain of a selfish cock eating his pleasure in you and she does all in her power to make Marylou feels important and loved.

Marylou talk on various occasions with her sisters slaves in training. They love to exchange their stories. She builds a special bond with Lust. The two women are attracted to each over. In Lust mind she submits only because of her Lust for her Master cock and Marylou is fascinated by the incredible account Lust gave of her Master feast with her sisters; The peace of a gang of well fucked woman falling asleep together; The faces and cries of penetrated woman, which she had discounted as fake until the first electric penetration of her sex. Marylou evokes Sir James penetration when she was introduced to the universe of vaginal ecstasy.

During training Suzan spent a lot of time with Marylou and her husband. The full group never evokes the actual status of Marylou. The new twist in the couple's relation stays taboo when all three hang together. Suzan and Maxime do not let Marylou touch dishes or doors. Their extreme care for Marylou needs and wants, serving consistently on her hand and foot, effectively compensate for her training persistent humiliations. Marylou tells a lot more truth about it to Suzan than to Maxime.

Marylou complains about the unwanted cock comforts Maxime, to his surprise. He had come to grasp with her being fucked, not with her enjoying it. Her dislike made the burning images of her wife spreading for Sir James a back burner nuisance. Maxime obvious arousal comforts her but his hidden pain touches her. Suzan listen with enthusiasm the stories of her newfound passion, the difficulties of her training and the rewards of her husband kindness. Suzan hides her almost palpable arousal without fooling Marylou. Marylou bids her time to expose her old friend while describing the strange effect from her abandon to the demand of her new role. She relishes the strong female smell.

She does comment on the two night of intense physical love she found during her training. Marylou deep satisfaction from her positions as slave in training and Mistress of her husband colors their relationship. The bounds between the three of them strengthen while Marylou goes deeper into training.

Her palpable need, for a stable and protected environment after the extreme abandon Madame Claude demands, link them. Both are happy to provide a safe place for her. Marylou aura stronger, demanding, intensely alive, desiring and loving keeps both of them seduced in her trail.

The first week end of Marylou absence Suzan and Maxime spend a lot of time together. Marylou gets suspicious of their relationship. Maxim swears his fidelity and complete obedience to his wife and Suzan summoned to explain herself privately tells that she would not see Maxim if it was not for her. The only reason for their being together is to keep warmth in the absence of their Mistress.

The word does not escape Marylou. It tingles all over her but it only makes Suzan a self declared slave. This is the moment to cross the frontier. Marylou said:

"Shouldn't you ask me first if I agree to be your Mistress?"

"Would you take me for your slave?"

"Show me what you got. Strip for me my dear."

Suzan, expecting the request for some time, removes her dress without second though outlining dance paces in her fine underwear.

"Do you like it?"

"Continue my dear. You can loose the panties and bra for now. Keep only your shoes and hose."

She unsnaps her bra first. Her large areola and pointed tits contrasted on the intense white of her skin. The globes balance gently while she bent to pull the panties down. A wild forest of black hair between her legs covers completely the slit. Marylou, tingling with elation, follows every curves of the offered body. Her eyes stop on the top her thigh. She wishes to test her friend mood. She hopes for the legs to part but nothing happen.

"What about you’re training my dear?"

"I listened to your stories I know what to do."

"Are you sure?"

"Something wrong Mistress?"

"I hoped for you to open those legs a little bit while I watched."

The legs did open but the full slit hide behind abundant hairs.

"Sorry Mistress."

"Your task will be more difficult than you imagine. Go prepare some tea. I need some time to gather my thought."

Marylou elated watches the flexing muscle of her old friends buttock move toward the kitchen in her eve costume. The permanent offering of small services anticipated this turn of events. Seeing it unfold under her eyes fills her with gleeful energy.

It came as a dreamed next step in the close relationship developing between the three of them. She got to be the Mistress, the one rewarded for expressing her desires. Those past month taught her to enjoy women nudity much more than males. Flaccid cock had a repulsive edge and hard cocks scared her, even after the full realization of how much she needed some. Her husbands one did not threaten neither did it satisfied.

Most man did not care about their nudity. Naked woman always exuded some abandon and naughtiness. She came back with a tray. The ceremonial of service provides a new gamut in her emotions. In awe she tasted the feeling of a Mistress. Being the center of the attention attracts everybody. Suddenly on the other side of the game, she guided her slave with her suggestions. The beauty of the exposed curve and the willingness to please her person surprised her.

It differed from the way her husband did her duty with her suggestion. He always had a reluctant edge like if he retreated in some secret place where he was violated. Not Suzan, she basked in responding to her suggestion. Marylou's new power charged her sexual areas with a new pattern. Yes her clit swelled too but she had no hurry for contact. She could let it rove around. Suzan moaned under her teasing touches like her husband but she had a soft edge very different from his. He could never give her an undivided and unlimited kind of attentions based on such trifles as serving minutia. He had no connection to the matters of non sexual details, which sole purpose was to honor her. Her friend understood and obeyed.

Finally, cup in hand she start sipping. Suzan kneels at her feet on the carpet. Marylou explores the possibilities of her domination through small signs. Using their gazes and expressions, both exchanges their satisfactions. Marylou teaches her slave when to look for guidance or keep her gaze low to let her Mistress enjoy her prize. Suzanne reddens; straighten her shoulders, smiles and pouts at proper times. Marylou pussy fills with juices, her body with hopes and her belly with tingling.

"Why would an appetizing girl like you, wants serve me? You will hate a lot of the discomfort of being a slave. You could become a nice man wife."

"I always fall on pervert. You know my pathetic stories. I never told you but I do fantasize about unequal relationship. I masturbate to your stories. I imagine myself in your position. With one of my usual man this would be suicidal."

"I could help you search for a Master or a Mistress."

"I know you and Maxime. I trust you to give me enough breathing space. A lot of your life touches me. I love you already. Why shall I search for anybody else?"

"I have almost no experience as a Mistress."

"You did great with Maxime and you will do great with me. You are so happy when we take care of you. Now you can go any way you like. Take me with you. Please Mistress."

"We will need some time to settle. We will not tell Maxime before I'm comfortable that you have the equipment to deal with the rigor of slavery. I will test you for a while."

Marylou rocked her foot's finger. Suzan put the foot on her bosom. Watching Marylou in the eyes to express her emotions she nibbled the fingers. Marylou purred and let the other took care of her legs. She got colder as the attention edged higher on her thigh. Lost in her desire for another woman core, Suzan ignored the message.

"Dear, you must be invited above this point."

"Sorry Mistress, I believed you liked it."

"I did. You could not guess. Still your own impulsion blinded you. Listen to me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"We will not meet for a week. You will come back next week. You will be in need. You will not touch or rub your pussy in the slightest."

She posed to let the order sink. Suzan quickly responded.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You will trim your pussy like mine. Also get a clean ass crack."

"Yes Mistress."

"When you get home you will gather all your underwear in a bag. Close it and don't touch it again until you bring it to me, no more underwear for you, no bra and no panties."

She posed again looking at her.

"But Mistress, the lack of support may damage my breast."

Marylou scratched slightly her slave nipple.

"We don't want that. I want you to feel your nipple against the fabric and I want people to see it erect through the shirt. A week won't damage it, my dear. Don't run and don't agitate. You may get supporting cups if you are too anxious. Make sure they stop well beyond the nipple though."

"Thank you Mistress."

"Everyday day you will let one man see your pussy."

Suzan face showed little concern and she could not utter the ritual response. Marylou looks at her more closely. Her slave needed some help.

"Don't worry. Find a mall with stairs or a cafe with sitting where people can see under the table. You can make it happen like if you did not pay attention. You can even look outraged if you like."

"I understand. Thank you for the suggestion."

"I'm quite sure that overall you will get lots a masculine attention. Go to dates if you want. Get sex if you are so disposed. You cannot rub nor touch yourself but if someone get in a position to do it don't stop for me."

"I would not cheat on you, Mistress."

"I do not see it at cheating. You have your instruction. You do not have to go for it but I will enjoy the stories."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you have any question?"

She blushed and pouts, not knowing how to tell her intense need. She could ask bluntly without being pushy but her sex was more flushed than ever and going all week with the charge scared her. She hinted at the place by opening her knee half an inch, hoping some kindness from her Mistress. Marylou understood her state of mind. It did give an adrenaline shoot. She smiled broadly.

"My pet is all hot and don't want to suffer for me. Slave suffers bunny. You don't have to do it."

"Mistress, I never been that aroused in my all life. Please, help."

"I was joking my dear. I had every intention to get you off before you left. Come seat here."

Suzan sat on the couch close to her. Marylou surrounded her shoulders with her arms and kissed her on the mouth. The embrace connected them. Marylou guided her slave hand to her slave sex. The fingers got going. She broke the kiss to watch her. Again the magic of female pleasure took her. This time it was for her. She tickles nipples. She kissed the nape of the neck. The writhing Suzan gratified her. She asserted her control.

"Stop my dear."

The slave did not stop. She grabbed the active hand repeating in a scolding voice.

"I say stop."

The pain on her slave face amused Marylou.

"Don't make this beaten dog face to me, my love. I control your pleasure. This is the game we play. If you don't like it, you quit. I love watching you. Don't worry today I will let you get relief. Learn to obey."

The expression on the slave changed to bliss in an instant. Marylou added

" Some other moment I might not."

The slave pouted.

"Resume."

Her hand returned to its work. The Mistress watched her slave, encouraging her with sweet words and kisses, basking in her slave powerful body's vibes. Muffled sounds came from her throat. The Mistress grazed from the neck to the tits. She pushed against the movement. The finger moved now frenetically on a very small area. The slave body arched itself stronger and stronger. Suddenly the mistress felt the incoming peak and released her in a strong voice.

"Come for me my pet, give it all you have."

The slave writhed and screamed her pleasure at length. They snuggled for a while

"Get dressed and go. I keep the panties and bra."

She went....