Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... Briana hung her head and Abigail saw she did not have a chain but rather a necklace with a charm that said "Slave."

Mistress caught her looking. "This one has issues we are trying to drive out and condition. She has been relegated to Slave. We use her as an assistant and only when all other holes are occupied will she be pleasured. Is that not right, Slave?"

Briana stood upright; head focused on the floor. "Yes Mistress. I am a useless tart only good for serving."

Abigail was humored. If she hadn't been so aroused, she may have laughed. She now realized that Briana had secured her arms, so she was now immobile. Her arousal went onto another level.

Mistress stepped forward and put out her hand. Briana handed her a pink phallic vibration device. Without losing eye contact Mistress put it to the entrance of Abigail's wet opening and rotated sliding it in. Abigail tossed her head back in pure pleasure as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, every nerve alight and sparking off. It lasted for a good twenty seconds, banging around her in aggressive waves. Sparks and colors exploded in a kaleidoscopic frenzy.

Abigail was searching for life saving air, her mouth gasping like a beached fish. Her back had arched, and her red furred vulva was leaking in excess. When she landed, she breathed in a rich and deep smell. She opened her eyes to see a wet brownish pussy inches from her face, and it looked...remarkable. An actual drop of fluids landed on Abigail's cheek.

"Get to work, my Toy. Time to serve."

Mistress lowered down and Abigail attacked her with a fervor never felt before. All of the pains and aches fading into pure joy at the taste of her beloved Mistress.

Mistress groaned, "Welcome to the real Hatley School."

Abigail responded in muffled tones, "Thank you Mistress," as the vibrator buzzed on.