JO

JO

A visit to my estate by the Dominatrix to further Jo’s learning’s and my sexual gratification

Part Two

Chapter One

       Watching as she kneels, her spreading thighs taut as her knees sink into the plush pallid carpet covering the immediate area of the hardwood flooring in front of the hearth; I casually sip on my liquid refreshment before placing it toward the side.   Already in the rhythm of masturbating herself for me and my guest, her practically unblinking eyes focused on mine while methodically working her fingers partially in and out of her spreading slit, her naked body glistens as her thumb manipulates her clit while her fingers work her silky smooth vagina.  Breasts pendulous, yet auspiciously firm rising across her bowing chest, the fire crackles behind the mesh grate the width of the stone mantel, defining her exquisite silhouette.

The mahogany paneled den mostly in shadows, darkening ever further as the flames flicker around the nearly burnt down logs, I sit back relaxing in my favorite overstuffed lounger, my leather garbed companion sitting on the other side of the end table in a matching chair.  The steady but gentle pattern of the raindrops across the window panes overlooking the terrace leading to the back of the estate, the occasional illumination of the room by flashes of heat lightning just adds to the environment of our evening.  Reaching again for the goblet on the stand beside me, nodding, signaling her to be more animated while massaging her vagina, I can’t help from watching those youthful yet invitingly large breasts sway, jaunt even further outward toward her armpits as she obeys, arches her shoulders for me as her fingers burrow in past her second knuckles.

Continuing to contort in the proper pose of one of my favorite positions I’ve trained her to maintain for these occasions as I nod my approval, I relaxingly sip the Sherry, allowing the glass to offhandedly roll about in my hand.  Sensing her bowed body twitching in the shadows, her obedient eyes initiating an almost glazed expression in the flickering light, I motion with my free hand for her story to begin as I smile toward my invited guest for the evening, the Dominatrix who assisted me with Jo’s coming out exercise.

       An acknowledging nod by Jo, a firm breath, an obvious brief hesitation of her fingers, she takes her cue.  “Master… Master and Madam… Tonight my tale’s about the… The abduction of my friend and me and the torment and humiliation we were subjected too during a spring break a couple years ago… If… If you grant me the time to listen.”  Speaking in her still almost youthful yet borderline mesmerizing tone as her shoulders settle into their proper arched back position, her dark eyes remain focused on mine as its obvious she’ trying to block out the thought of our guest’s presence.  Releasing her fingers from across her twitching clit, her hands slowly sliding across her thighs palms up, again she continues with the proper protocol to begin delivering her story.

       Keeping my stern gaze on her, another slow swig, the glass not yet half empty, I glance toward the end table, sit the wine on its doily, a crisp white cloth protector of the mahogany surface.  Glancing back toward my kneeling, naked slave, giving another nod with an added couple flicks back and forth of the wrist, I allow her to continue, both the story and the masturbation.

       “We were in the back of her van… She had just won the wet t-shirt contest earlier at the biker bar.”  She begins as a hand slides down her thigh, a finger and thumb again parting her already moist slit while her other hand slips down across her pubic area.  “I… I’d lost our wager between us who’d get the trophy and as runner-up this time I had to lick her pussy as payment.”  Her eyes momentarily glancing toward the guest, tracing her finger past the side of the nub of her exposed clit, she kind of quivers, hesitates, allows the tip of her curling tongue to brush across her lower lip before continuing in an uneven tone.  “Both… Both of us naked and laying on the floor… Her legs… Her legs were spread with her knees straddling my shoulders… I … I was working my tongue between her thighs… Letting just the tip brush across her clitoris as I could feel it swelling… Could taste its moistness……..”

       Listening to her breaking voice above the flickering flames mixing with the patter across the outside windowsills, I rest my arms across the chair, relaxed, comfortable, even with my forced stern expression for her benefit.  Admiring her body, watching her every twitch, her perfect skin evenly tanned, glistening from the fresh shower and a rubdown with body lotion, without really paying any attention to her halfhearted rambling, I nod for her to continue.  The slightest pause as her fingertip relocates her clit, glides back and forth across the exposed nub as her other hand spreads her cuntlips just a little wider, I enjoy watching her breasts seductively twitch as she continues on with her boringly bland tale.

“Hearing her moaning… Her titties bouncing… And… And swaying as she arched her back and gripped the sides of the van while she pushed her pussy against my mouth… I… I sucked her clit between my lips, bit down with my teeth………”

Another pause, a deep breath again causing her globular mounds to jaunt invitingly outward with a couple firm bounces, another flick of the tip of her tongue across her lower lip before continuing on, I cross my arms while sitting back, watch her hips already showing signs of trembling, her stomach flexing, hollowing beneath those heaving breasts between her manipulating arms.  A stern nod of my head causing her to continue, she mutters as her face reddens.

“She… She grunted… Forcing almost a scream as I twisted… Tugged my head back and forth… Bit her clit just like she did mine sometimes when she sucked on my… My cunt………”

       Her face flushed, eyes again focusing obediently on mine, her mind obviously working, trying to fill in the details, assembling the use of vulgar descriptions to appease me, it’s obvious she’s still more then a tad uncomfortable with the perimeters I allow for her story telling.  As stated, her voice is still youthfully innocent, yet seductive enough to pleasantly listen too, but it’s given that special edge each time she becomes embarrassed as she tries to describe her anatomy or something sexual.  I guess that’s what helps make her stories so enticing, not the thoughts involved, they’re rather novice, it’s more so her reactions while describing them, the almost humiliated tone of her voice like right now, her likewise innocent girlish expression, let alone her pronounced body language as she tries to offer out the profanities, especially with our added guest listening.

       My dreaded back and forth nod as I reach back for the Sherry with my mock scowl, noticing her dark areolas shriveling, the hardening nipples jiggling across her swaying breasts; it’s obvious her clit’s already responding to her self inflicted masturbation, even as I nod, halt her storyline.  “Enough!”  My tone harsh, the look stern, I watch her freeze in place, her cuntlips still stretching between her fingertips, her clit still pressed flat into her moist slit by a now trembling thumb.

       “Jo… Jo…… Jo!”  In my best scolding tone, the instant welling of her blinking eye’s, I slowly twist my head from side to side, glancing toward the Dom, her black latex gloves glistening with the flexing fingers of one hand gliding back and forth across the back of the other.  I can feel my cock swelling as Jo’s susceptible body quivers in the shadowy darkness, her naked vulnerability obviously intoxicating to the both of us watching her.

       “Pathetic!”  My voice no longer scolding, more taking on the disappointed, even hurtful tone, I sit the glass back down, the slightest of a splash spilling over the rim.  Glancing toward the amber speckled stain across the doily, again shaking my head slowly back and forth, I lean forward, motion her toward me.  “Hands behind your neck… Bring those tits over here toward us.”  Seeing the response of her perplexed look, watching her hesitatingly sliding one leg in front of the other across the floor as her fingers almost instantaneously interlock behind her head, I watch her breasts’ rhythmic bouncing, swaying toward her sides as she obeys my strict command scraping her knees through the carpet obediently toward me.

       Shuffling her naked body in front of me until her breasts are actually pressed out above my knees, she again assumes her spread-eagled position with her torso thrusting forward, buttocks arched back.  Her eyes fixed across her spread nipples, her moist lips parted with just a hint of a quiver, I can feel the softness of the bottoms of her globular mounds brushing across my thighs.  Reaching out toward her, compressing her areolas between my thumbs and forefingers, she struggles to refrain from moaning as I slowly twist, tug at the thickening nubs.

       “Jo… “That’s the best I can expect of you?”  I whisper in the hurtful tone as I manipulate the hardening nubs.  “What do you think our guest thinks of this drivel?... Why aren’t you better prepared to entertain our guest?”

       “Sorry… I… I’m sorry Master.”  Her voice lowering as she answers till almost a whisper, her eyes welling up as she blinks away a noticeable tear streaking down her cheek, dripping across her thrust out breast.

       Glancing toward the Dom, her gaze transfixed toward my hands, Jo’s stretching nipples, I let my fingertips slip from the thick nubs, watch the pendulous breasts bounce together above her chest before gently swaying.  “I think you need to apologize to her.”  I scold, nodding toward our guest.  “Kneel in front of her… To start with… Offer those tits out to her.”  Glancing toward the appreciative stare of the Dom, I add.  “Maybe tonight she can give you some pointers for a better story… I think you should at the least ask her to punish those titties with her fingernails for starters… For such ineptitude.”

       That lingering look on her almost innocent face before reluctantly turning, her glance downward as her breasts begin to again firmly sway as she faces away, the dark jiggling areoles spreading high on the full mounds, its obvious Jo realizes her breasts are about to get the Dom’s strict, painful attention even as she still obediently thrusts her chest outward.  Another shuffling of her knees, allowing her globular mounds to jaunt outward toward my guest that’s already in the process of preparing herself, slipping one glove, the other slowly off her hands exposing the curling, bright red manicured fingernails, I watch as again I reach for my refreshment, enjoy a sip as Jo reaches the front of the other chair.

Watching the Dom’s arms reaching outward, listening to Jo’s moans immediately rising above the steady drone of the pelting raindrops escalating across the windowsill, the Dom’s cupped hands lifting, separating Jo’s firm mounds, her long fingernails sinking into the tender titflesh, melding and twisting, stretching and tugging as Jo’s naked body arches back while she continues to obediently kneel in her spread-eagled position, I’ve become the willing, even eager spectator.

“Isn’t there something you should be asking me?”  The Dom’s voice thickly accented, stern, even harsh as she leans forward, her face just inches from Jo’s as the tips of her fingernails disappear between the tugged nubs and areolas of Jo’s stretching breasts.

“Oomph!... Ooohh!”  Her firm mounds being stretched outwards, upwards in the tightening grip, biting her lower lip as she mutters, Jo’s head tilts defensively back, her braided ponytail swaying across her arching back as her knuckles whiten behind her neck.

“I said… Isn’t there something you want me to do for being so unprepared… For disrespecting your Master… And his guest?”

“Hurt… Oomph!... Hurt my bre……Breasts… Oomph!”  Jo’s voice breaking between responding to the nails sinking into her titflesh, trying to  restrain her moans as she glances downward toward the fingers twisting, pinching, she struggles to finish, to beg to be hurt in the proper style trained in.  “Please… Please hurt me… My titties… Hurt my nipples!... Please Ma… Madam!... Oomph!... Hurt me for… For offending you!”

My little slave girl squirming, her naked body glistening as it seductively arches, quivers in front of the starkly contrasting Dominatrix in her black leather garb, the light from the fireplace flickers across the den, the Dom’s face as she glances toward me.  Glancing back from one to the other, the youthful, oozing sexiness of Jo, the more mature yet classic beauty of the Dom, I can sense its going to be a long night for my cock, the Dom’s going to have to earn her time with Jo by satisfying me first. 

“I think a nice breast compression… Then again how about a breast suspension with a proper flogging across her cunt?... Now that should be in order.”  She rasps as she continues gripping the firm melons in her grasp as her eyes focuses on mine.  “You do have the necessary equipment… I assume… And of course the proper facility to hang her… Spread her from so I can administer to her?”

Her matter of fact tone mingling with her accent lends to the atmosphere of the moment as I tip the glass, finish the Sherry in a final couple gulps.  The pleading glance from Jo, the tears streaking off her cheeks as she struggles to stifle her groans almost has me feeling a tad sorry for her, but then again, just a tad, it seems my attention’s on fucking the Dom.

“Of course.”  I offer.  “Just the facility… Down in the basement… Follow me.”  Standing, the empty glass slid across the doily, I feel my heartbeat escalating as the Dom stands, hoists Jo upward from her knees by her elongating breasts.

“Before the nights’ over she’ll have plenty of fodder for her next tale.”  She offers as she glances into Jo’s welling eyes.  Glancing back toward me, our eyes connecting, she continues as our bodies brush. “She’ll be able to give explicit descriptions of how it feels to have the full weight of her body hanging by her tits as her cunt’s flogged raw from between her spread thighs.”

“Yes.”  I add as I tap her on a leather covered butt cheek.  “And you’ll have something to remember too while we let her hang there alone for awhile.”

End Part Two