Jodie's Slaves Part Five - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Five

... had wrapped ourselves in. The pain I had been successfully ignoring came rushing back and I struggled to sit up, cover myself, something. Jodi pushed me back down and drew another blanket over me, telling Julie to turn off all the video feeds, save one. She pulled on a black silk kimono with the golden dragon embroidered on the back and smaller over each breast. I do not know where she got it, but it looked beautiful on her, especially since she had not removed her mask yet. It was a very thin black metal laser cut mask, very intricate and it was beautiful. Even Tess stopped in her tracks momentarily when she stood up.

“Tess,” she murmured, “You are early. Have you no manners at all?”

“Looks like I am late. I wanted to watch the milking, to be sure I was getting my half.”

“You show up early, unannounced, and now you are calling me a liar and a cheat. This is not your best side, Tess,” Jodi noticed. Her calm was unnatural. Julie stepped around them both in a wide circle until she was behind Tess and between her and the door. Tess didn’t notice her, so focused as she was on Jodi. Not focused enough, though, she did not recognize the danger signs that both Julie and I could clearly see in Jodi. When she got calm like that, somebody was going to hurt. After the session we just had, she should be relaxed and happy, but Tess had insulted her...and ruined my aftercare. Jodi was adamant about aftercare. The things she did to me were dangerous, potentially damaging. She ...

... needed to see my pain, but she had no desire to damage me, psychologically or physically. She would make me tell her, in great detail, how I had been feeling, when I had been close to breaking and why. I think she got off a little bit on making me say these things, too, but that is not why she did it. She did it so she could tailor our sessions to give her satisfaction without driving me past my breaking point.

“I have called you worse, Little Tramp,” Tess sneered, oblivious to her danger. We had discussed taking her, we had both blackmail and incentives in place, but we were going to put together a more foolproof plan. Looks like the timetable had been moved up. I got up and grabbed my robe from the nail on which it hung just as Jodi lunged for Tess, catching her arms and pinning them behind her back as she spun her around to face Julie.

“BabyDomme, kick this slut’s ass!” Jodi instructed. Julie took a step closer and kicked Tess in the stomach, doubling her over. Jodi bent with her and then straightened them both up again. Julie kicked again. The third time, Jodi let Tess slide to the floor. She laid her on her back and straddled her stomach. Tess was still just struggling to breathe when Jodi slapped her several times in the face.

Julie took a long length of rope and bound Tess’ hands together above her head quickly. I suddenly realized it had been her that first hot shot day tying me up. That is why it had felt so different. She was undoubtedly more efficient that Jodi ...