April Fool's Submission - Part Three - Sex Stories

April Fool's Submission - Part Three

... compromising position or the humiliation that somehow turned me on, but I couldn't think straight (pun again intended). Consequences be damned, I answered, "Yes, Mistress, I'm ready to be your live-in pet." She smiled slightly, but continued, "And you will obey without hesitation any order Mistress Laura or I command?" The expectations kept pulling me deeper into a submission that I couldn't completely understand and yet my sexual submission kept me mindlessly agreeing. "Yes, Mistress Chantelle," I replied, desperate to taste her pussy again, before turning to Laura and adding, "and Mistresses." I froze in mid-declaration, as I stared at Laura who was apparently filming my submission. "And Mistress, what?" Chantelle questioned firmly. I was paralyzed by indecision. I desperately wanted to resume licking Chantelle's pussy, yet, the thought that I was being filmed and this could be used against me terrified me. "Now, my pet," Chantelle demanded, her voice rising. "Finish your declaration and you can resume licking my cunt like you were born to do." Her words were ridiculous. I wasn't born to lick pussy, I was born to do great things; yet, at this moment my many career ambitions, my 102 things I hadn't completed on my bucket list (and licking pussy sure wasn't one of them...in fact none of the 102 were of a sexual nature) and my fantasy of a marriage with three kids (two girls and a boy...I won't bore you with the fact I had already picked their names), didn't matter, all that ...

... mattered was obeying these two women, submitting unconditionally to them; my moral compass shut off, I looked directly into the camera and declared, "Mistress Laura and Mistress Chantelle, I am your submissive pet, ready and eager to obey." "Mmmmm," Chantelle purred, patting me on the head like a puppy, "that was very good my pet. You may receive your reward." Before this evening, such a reward would have made me laugh, yet I instantly turned back around and buried my face in her oasis of perfection, like a woman lost in the desert when she finally sees water. "That's it, my pet, get Mommy off," she moaned. Calling herself Mommy was odd, but I was too deep into the submission to worry about the semantics of word choice or kink. Instead, I lapped hungrily, this time determined to get her off and taste the full flavour of her pussy. "Getting close, my pet slut," she moaned, which again should have been like a cold splash of water in my face a shot of reality, but at the moment I was a slut, her slut, and nothing else mattered but making her come. "Suck on my clit, you British rug muncher," she demanded, her breathing getting heavy. Oddly, each new derogatory name only enhanced my desire to please, as I flicked on her clit with my tongue. "Oh fuck, yes you slut, take Mommy's cummmmmmm," she screamed, as she grabbed my head and held it hard against her flooding pussy. My face was coated with cum as it gushed onto me. I continued licking, wanting to savour the sweetness that flowed ...