Jodie's Slaves Part Two - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Two

... i cum only at her pleasure. Unn ...mmm oh oh “

I panted from the pain and torment.

“I am Mistress Joi’s toy and i cum only at her pleasure! ... agh agh agh owww”

I quivered from every slash of the crop on my aching tits as I was nearly yelling out my line.

“ I am Mistress Jodi’s toy and i cum only at her pleasure! ” As the big dildos stood tall and rigid and I was fucked with them relentlessly, I moaned, panting and gasping.

“I am Mistress Joies ...ahh ahh ahh gahhhhhh! ….” It took less than Ten times of being impaled on the hard cocks and fire in my tits before my body stiffened and a wail that erupted from the depths of my depravity and torment burst forth as my pussy spasmed and clenched on the didlos.

I was spent and hanging like a piece of meat when the sobbing started.

Jodi

She was wrung out, for sure. The dildos slid out of her as I raised the pulley and her whole body shuddered with aftershocks. I lowered her quickly to the floor and began on the bindings, releasing her swiftly. The marks left behind on her body were deep and red, but would fade quickly enough.

Once I had her untied, I leaned back against the pillar and pulled her into my arms, reaching for the cooler and popping open a bottle of water. I held it for her to drink and ...

... placed it between her legs in case she wanted more.

Her shoulders were tight. I started on the left, massaging gently until she relaxed some and then probing deeper, loosening up tight muscles.

“You did well today,” I praised, “Next time we will try the rough side.” Barb tensed, undoing all of my good work.

“You didn’t think this would be the only time, did you? I will give you time to heal, of course, but this will happen again, Barb. We are going to bring more playtime into the house. There will be times you will have to wear a dildo and butt plug to the dinner table...or the clamps. Oh! And before I forget…” I started on the other shoulder, rubbing the stiffness out, “There are nanny cams in almost every room of the house now, so I have a new rule for you. As long as you are alone in a room, every time you pass a camera you must give me a show. If you are wearing clamps, flash them, if not, twist your nipples, slap your own face, anything...as long as it is something. Every time, Barb! I will count up the times you miss and they will be added to your punishment, but if you don’t miss even one for...oh...a week, I will reward you.”

I felt her relax into me, resting her head on my shoulder and settling in comfortably.

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, “Thank you.”