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The First Time 2 of 2
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The First Time
Part 2
By - Zara Thustra
Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock deep inside of
Stephanie's moist pussy. I could smell the sweat on her neck and
cheeks, which was really turning me on. Neither of us could move
a muscle, and both of our lips, and tongues, which had been pressed
together were beginning to dry out. Stephanie was still struggling
to get free of the bonds that held us together, I could feel her
breath getting harder and harder as she struggled, her warm breath
cascading over my face. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I
could barely make a sound, with her tongue jammed inside my mouth.
I wanted to reach around and hug her, but my arms were bound tightly
behind my back. As time passed, Stephanie's pussy began to dry out
and by 8:00 she was exhausted by her struggles and stopped fighting
against the bonds. Our mouths were dry, as was her pussy. What had
started out as pleasurable became increasingly uncomfortable. I
wondered if Diana knew what she was doing to us, and finally began
to realize that Diana knew EXACTLY what she was doing to us. By
9:30 Stephanie was in tears, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain.
Her cries were muffled by our intertwined tongues, but I could feel the
tears running down my cheeks. At precisely 10:00 the door reopened and
Diana returned with three friends, each were carrying small over-night
bags. One of them was much older than the other two. Probably about
thirty. She had a hard and cruel look about her. One of Diana's
friends stepped over to us and commented on what nice work Diana had
done. They all laughed, ignoring our torment. Another one of her
friends stepped over and began rubbing Stephanie's backside. She
chastised Diana for not taking care of her little sister properly. She
reached into her bag and pulled out a thin, long plastic phallus, which
was flanged at the top. She commented that she didn't bring any lubrication,
but that it was just as well. She spread Stephanie's ass and slowly inserted
the piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie tried to resist and squirm,
but the bonds held her tightly. Diana saw my eyes widen at the sight of
Stephanies anal torture. She stepped over and petted my head, telling
me that what was in store for me would make Stephanie's treatment seem
pleasurable.
Finally, we were untied from each other, but left with our arms bound.
Stephanie began wildly humping me, trying to gain some relief for
her acheing body. Two of the women pulled her off me, and put her down next to me.
She was kicking and screaming. Diana picked up the roll of tape that Stephanie
had used to gag me and applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she
did the same to me. Stephanie looked so helpless, but also very cute.
Something about the tape, made her look helpless, yet adorable. She had
stopped crying, but was shooting glances at Diana and her friends letting them
know she was angry.
The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it. She
kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of coming,
she would pinch the tip very tightly and hold it until the throbbing in
my cock subsided. After several times, my balls began to ache, deep down,
and the pain became incredible. She shook her head in disbelief and starring
directly into my eyes told me to get use to it.
Diana told us that we were in for a surprise. She blindfolded both of us
and helped us up. We were informed that we were going for a ride and we
would be going for the entire weekend. We were led down to the garage.
Stepahnie in her sister's teddy, and me wearing only my shirt. I could feel
the cold pavement on my feet in the garage, and I overheard the discussion
between the four women. Diana and Marcy were going to drive me, and the older
woman and Diana's friend Amy were to drive Stephanie. Amy had a van, so they
all agreed Stephanie could go as is. However, we were going to take Marcy's
car, which presented a problem. They needed to make sure no one saw me.
Diana added she wasnted to try out something new. She began by tying my
elbows together so my arms were immobilized and then instructed me to lie down
on the floor. I felt a rope draped around my neck and someone began tying
my ankles and knees together. My neck was tied to my knees, so that I was
rolled up into a ball. Next, ropes were passed around my waist and chest
securing my arms tightly to my body. The next thing I heard was the rustling
of a cardboard box. I could feel it being placed over me. They rolled it
twice, with me inside, so I was upside down and I could hear them taping it
shut. I also heard the sound of a magic marker writing something on it. I
was so disoriented at this point that I didn't even bother to guess what it
said. Finally, I was lifted and placed in the hatchback of Marcy's car. The
door slammed and I tried to wrestle myself into a comfortable position. The
whole time, I kept thinking of how cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless
in her room, and remembering how nice our first kiss had been.
The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal.
I have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the
sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making
comments about how well I travelled and how much fun it was going to be
to have someone to play with all weekend. They dumped me out of the box
and I rolled onto the floor. Someone began untying me so I could stretch
out. They removed my blindfold and left me free to stretch, all except
for my hands which were still behind my back and my gag. After my eyes
adjusted to the light, I noticed what had been written on the box,
"To: Stephanie From: Diana." When they noticed me looking over at the
box, they laughed. Diana called into the other room, telling the older
woman to bring Stephanie in. She was dressed in a black bikini that
barely hid any of her breats or private parts, and she was down on all fours
walking in front of the older woman, who was wearing nothing but a pair of
thigh high black leather boots and a harness that surrounded her breasts
with rings around each nipple. Stephanie was in handcuffs and legcuffs
that were attached by about a foot and a half of chain, and in her mouth
was a thich piece of black plastic held there by a leather strap. The
woman was holding two sets of reins, one attached to the bridal gag in her
mouth and the other went to a belt fanstened around her waist, with a large
silver ring in the back. When the woman would flick the bottom reins,
Stephanie would crawl forward, when she pulled the top set, she would stop.
To my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her captivity. She looked
at the box and smiled. She glanced over at her sister and she smiled back at
her. Diana told her that I was to be her property, but Stephanie would first
have to learn about how to properly take care of me. The woman holding
Stephanie's reins pulled them both up high, forcing Stephanie to stand up.
The woman told her to go over to her sister and kneel. She did as she was
told. Diana told her there were several things she needed to learn if
she was going to be entrusted with a slave of her own. The first was
to teach her the properties of a slave, the second the fitting ways to
train a slave, and finally, how to keep a slave in his Mistresses
control. She kissed her little sister on the cheek and told her to look me
over. My eyes met hers, and to my disbelief, all the sympathy that I had
seen while we were tied together on the bed was gone. She looked like
she was loving this.
Diana and Marcy stepped over immediately and told Stephanie that she had
done something wrong already. She asked what was wrong. Marcy explained
that a slave is never to look his Mistress directly in her eyes, unless
she specifically asks him to. Diana added that the way we make sure it doesn't
happen again, is through punishment. She asked Stephanie what she thought an
appropriate penalty was. She thought for a moment, and told her sister that
I deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head, and
explained that she was only partly right. She agreed that it was an
fitting punishment, but not for me. Part of Stephanie's lesson was to be
that as a junior Mistress in training, she was to be judged by her slave's
behavior. She was to be punished for my infraction!
Before she knew it, the chain between her wrists was snapped to a clip
on the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching her
out over the top of it. The legs were lifted and the chain between her ankles
was put under the legs. Marcy stepped in behind her holding a thick
wooden paddle, and Diana pulled her panties down to reveal her soft white
ass cheeks. Marcy recounted Stephanie's words, good, long and hard and
began striking, making her repeat after every stroke the words, "I am
unworthy of joining you in womanhood, please hit me again." Each time
Marcy struck her harder and harder. Stephanie grimaced, but didn't make
a sound. They were all very impressed by this, and told her she had a
great deal of promise. They asked her if she would like a few minutes
to discuss what had happened with me. She nodded. They all fell
silent as she stepped up and towered over me. I avoided looking in her
eyes this time. She told be that I was doing much better, and explain that
I had disgraced her in the presence of other women. I nodded sheepishly.
She told me she would have to make sure that it never happened again. She
also told me that, since she was punished with a spanking, that such a
gentle reminder was too leniant for me. Instead, she told me, she was
going to punish me by spanking me where I would be reminded as to why
I was such a worthless creature. She ordered me to lie on the table on my
back and rubbed my cock until it became hard. Once it was hard she began
flicking it with her finger harder and harder until it really started to
hurt. She informed me that was just to get the blood flowing and began
swinging her open palm at my cock slapping it harder and harder. Marcy
had given her 30 swats with the paddle and she intended to double that.
After about thirty, she intentionally missed my cock and slapped my balls
hard. My whole body doubled up. She instructed me not to move, and informed
me that she was just learning, and would have to start over from stratch
each time she made a mistake. Each time she got to thirty, she would
slap my balls, periodically asking the others if they would like
to give it a try, commenting on how hard it was to give sixty good
strokes. Finally Amy stopped her, and told her to examine my cock
very carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming on my still hard
cock. Amy explained that I was about to come, and that I should
never do that without Stephanie's permission, even if another
Mistress ordered me to do so. Diana told her, it was time for her
second lesson, which was to define the parts of the slave. She
pointed to my still hard cock and asked her what it was. Stephanie
responded by telling her it was a penis. Diana pressed the issue
further, asking who's penis it was. She answered that it was her slave's
penis. Amy stepped in to correct her, explaining that it was her penis
and she must have complete control of it at all times. Stephanie
liked the idea. Diana took out the magic marker and grabbed my
cock, digging her nails into it sharply. She took the marker and wrote
on my cock, "Stephanie's cock," explaining that was so she wouldn't forget.
Marcy suggested that rather than using my real name of calling me "slave,"
that Stephanie should simply call me "Stephanie's" so she would always
remember my position as her subordinate, and the fact that I belonged to her.
I actually liked the idea, the girl I was beginning to love, was going to
own me in every way shape and form. I was thrilled. I noticed that
my cock was growing limp and had grown purple from the beating it had received.
Now that it was limp, it began to burn like it was on fire.
Diana told her it was the perfect time to teach me several key
commands, the words "hard" and "limp." Amy brought in a a bucket of ice and
bucket of warm water and a towel. She told Stephanie to apply the
warm towel to my cock and balls and rub them gently while repeating the
word "hard" and then once, I was erect, to hold ice cubes on my cock and
balls, and repeat the word "limp" until I was soft again. They all left
telling her she had four hours to complete the training and she would be
tested when they returned.
The warm water was soothing and felt wonderful and each time she
applied the towel, my erection grew almost immediately. She saw me
watching her dip the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more effective
to blindfold me, so I would concentrate on her words. Next came the ice
which felt more like intense heat than cold. It took just seconds
for what had been a rock hard erection to be reduced to just a few inches
of limp flesh. She alternated back and forth, and I swore she had stopped
repeating the words. I was so fixed on the sensations that I had simply
stopped listening. She must have brought up and deflated my erection
a hundered times. But still she kept alternating between the hot towel
and cold ice to keep me in a steady rythym. The last ten times or
so she was laughing as she applied the towel and ice. Finally after
an eternity of stifled erections, she removed my blindfold. She
uttered the word hard, which I barely even heard and I felt the rush
of warm water flow over my cock and balls, gently making it rise to its
full height. The feeling was sensational. I looked up at Stephanie
to see if she was getting tired, being careful not to catch her
glance. She was standing a full three feet away from me and had her hands
crossed over her chest. There was no towel or bucket in sight. Next came
the word "limp" and I saw Stephanie smiling as my body cringed and I
felt the cold sensation of ice shoot through my groin. I looked down
in disbelief, there was nothing touching me, not even a cube of ice in
sight. She laughed and called to the other room, telling everyone I
was ready to be tested. She tried it once again and my cock shot up like
a rocket and fell like a lead weight. She looked down at me and informed
me she hadn't used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours.
To be continued in Frstime3.txt...the review and further training!
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