Bethany's punishment

The next morning Jenna woke and then woke Mia and Diane. She had each dressed as a French Maid before sending Jenna to release the twins, and Diane to make breakfast.

Jenna sat at the table watching as Diane dished out some scrambled eggs and sausage links onto the plate in front of her. The older woman then filled a small bowl with a mixture of grapes, berries, and chunks of melon and pineapple before placing it in front of her mistress. She then did the same with the other four plates on the table. Lastly, she filled the coffee mugs with fresh hot coffee.

Just as Diane finished, Mia entered the room leading Elissa and Bethany on a leash, their collars joined by a short chain. Each twin was naked except for her collar and a pair of black open-toed six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Their arms were behind their backs, trapped in tightly cinched black latex single gloves.

"Get them seated and remove Elissa's single glove. Part of Bethany's punishment will be to wait until we're done eating to be fed."

"Yes, Mistress," Mia replied before doing as ordered.

As she watched the others eat, Bethany's stomach growled loudly. She had not eaten since lunch the day before and her stomach ached for the tiniest morsel of food.

The group ate in silence, the two beautiful twin Asian teens blushing the entire time, as they were the only ones left naked. When they finished, Jenna’s eyes settled on Elissa. She smirked at getting an idea that would test just how much the twins had submitted to her. “Elissa, feed your sister,” she said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Wha-wha-what?!” Elissa said in shock, “I mean, what, Mistress,” she quickly added correcting herself.

“Forget again Elissa, and Bethany won’t be the only one getting punished today,” Jenna said in a cold stern tone. “You heard me, feed your sister,” she added the last three words coming slow and menacingly.

Elissa blushed furiously as she picked up her fork and, with shaking hands, scooped up a bite of eggs. Slowly, carefully she brought the utensil towards her sister’s lips. Bethany closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, allowing her sister to carefully feed her. The entire time Elissa's face was as red as a tomato, matching that of her sisters.

Jenna smiled internally, happy to see that the twins were responding well to their first nights on the latex vacuum beds. As the last bite entered Bethany’s mouth, Elissa set down the fork and then gently wiped her sister's lips with a napkin before returning it to the table and placing her own hands behind her back once more.

"Good girl," purred Jenna as she pat Elissa on the head like a well-trained pet. “All of you wait here, I will be back in a moment.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the four women replied.

A few minutes later, Jenna returned with two short sun dresses on hangers, the clothes Mia had worn the day before, three pairs of stiletto-heeled shoes, and one of the smart chastity belts. All of the women looked at the blonde dominatrix with looks of fear and anticipation. Both of the dresses were a pale blue and would come to the knee of the wearers. Each had a slightly plunging neckline that would hint at, but not overly flaunt the wearer’s breasts.

“Shopping trip,” Mia thought knowing what was coming.

“Bethany come here,” she said in a stern tone as she set down the clothing and pulled a small tube of lube from the back pocket of her jeans. Bethany slowly walked to her former friend, and now mistress. She stopped when she saw that she was spreading lube into the chastity belt.

“Mistress, what is that?” she asked her voice trembling.

“The chastity belt you will be wearing while we’re out today,” Jenna answered. “Now spread your legs.”

Bethany whimpered in fear and fought back tears of shame as she spread her legs and stood with her feet far apart. Jenna wrapped the hardened leather device around Bethany’s slender waist and cinched it tight after ensuring the vibrating dildo and anal plug would go where she intended. With the chastity belt in place, she quickly set the device on low.

“God forgive me, I know firsthand how horrible those belts are, and all I can do is be thankful it’s that poor girl in one, and not me,” Diane thought when she heard Bethany’s first surprised gasp at the sudden vibrating sensations in her nether regions.

“Now get dressed we’re going shopping. Mia, you’ll be coming with us so you may wear the clothes you came in yesterday. I want all three of you on your best behavior, is that clear?

“And if we refuse?” Bethany asked as she fought back a slight moan from the chastity belt.

An amused smirk came to Jenna’s face. “Well, that depends on which one of you acts out and how,” she answered with a shrug. “For instance, Mia, what do you think I would do if you behaved badly on this trip?”

“Mistress, you would think of a way to punish me, probably something humiliating, and if I refused or just behaved badly enough to begin with, you’d end my teaching career.”

“That is correct,” Jenna said with a smile. “As for the two of you, the men that brought you here took some interesting pictures before bringing you to me. In case you are wondering they show the two of you from various angles in a sixty-nine.”

Elissa gasped and looked at Bethany with a look of pure horror. “Can you imagine what people would be saying if those pictures ever got out”

“No, but,” she began to answer in a frustrated growl. Her chastity belt had shut off just as she was starting to get close to an orgasm. “It would be awful.”

“Oh I have no doubt,” Jenna said with a smile. She could tell by the panic-stricken looks on the twins’ faces that she had done it. She had broken her two newest playthings.

“Diane, while we're out getting Elissa and Bethany’s new clothes and journals, I want you to focus on cleaning the house.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied thankful she was getting a reprieve from this outing.

After a two-hour drive, which was taken mostly in silence, Jenna pulled into the parking lot of a bookstore. As they walked in, Elissa and Bethany's hearts were racing. They feared that they would be recognized.

Jenna walked right to the section containing the store's selection of journals and quickly selected two of them. One was made of brown leather with the words "My Journal" in bold black lettering on the cover. The second was made of black leather with leaves and vines embroidered in gold.

"I hate this fucking thing," Bethany thought as she fought back moans of pleasure, **** to stay quiet as the chastity belt teased her, before shutting off again.

Their next stop was the adult store. Both twins blushed heavily and fought the urge to argue with Jenna. They feared what would happen if they did. They watched in horror as Jenna selected two stereotypical Chinese dresses that were extremely short and looked to be made of silk. One was a deep dark purple with black trim. The other is red with black trim. Jenna also selected two short French Maid outfits identical to the ones her other slaves had worn. Two slutty schoolgirl uniforms, two slutty cheerleader uniforms, and two identical pink and white dresses that looked like they were more suited to five-year-olds.

"Come on, time for lunch," Jenna said as she placed the bags in the trunk of her car. It was a short ride to a cafe at the edge of the town that sat on a hilltop. The four were seated on the cafe's deck looking out over a nearby river. The entire time they ate Jenna continually played with the settings of Bethany’s chastity belt drawing several curious looks from the other patrons.

After lunch, they returned to the lake house. When they entered the living room they found Diane kneeling and waiting for further orders. “Stay where you are, all of you,” Jenna ordered before going off to inspect the rooms. She found them suitably clean and returned to her kneeling slaves. “The house is very clean, thank you, Diane,” she said before looking at Bethany. “Would you like to get that chastity belt off?”

“Yes, please, Mistress,” the Asian teen said looking down at the floor in shame. Jenna smiled at Bethany, then looked at Diane.

“Diane, stand up and lift your skirt.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the fit MILF said as she stood and lifted the skirt of her French Maid uniform revealing her clean-shaven pussy. Neither Bethany nor Elissa could keep themselves from looking.

Her shaved pussy was smooth and pink, glistening in the light streaming in from the windows. The folds were plump and inviting, with a small pearl of arousal peeking out from between them. The skin was flawless, not a hair in sight, making it look almost doll-like. Tiny drops of moisture collected at the entrance and her lips were slightly parted, revealing her delicate inner flesh.

“You want that belt off? Eat her pussy and make her cum.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Bethany said before she started to stand.

“No, crawl to her.” Bethany looked at Jenna with a look of hatred before letting out a sigh and falling back to her knees. “Just for that,” Jenna said before she cranked the chastity belt to full power, drawing a loud moan from the Asian teen. “If you cum before she does,” she said pointing at Diane, “I’m going to beat your ass.”

Diane’s heart began to race in anticipation, something she never would have done not so long ago, as the teen slowly crawled to her, fighting back moans as she did so. Bethany' stuck out her tongue and gently began to lap at the older woman’s folds. Diane let out a soft moan as the teen’s largely in-experienced tongue began to explore her quickly dampening sex.

The teen's tongue was soft and warm against Diane's folds, gliding over her skin with a hesitant but eager touch. Bethany moved with a sense of curiosity, tracing every crevice and slowly discovering the hidden spots that made Diane moan. As she continued her exploration, she grew more confident and skilled, eliciting even more arousal from Diane's quickly dampening sex. The belt continued to vibrate in her pussy and her ass drawing a moan from the teen. The moan sent vibrations through Diane’s pussy, enhancing the MILF’s pleasure.

Bethany began to forcibly move her tongue in Diane’s pussy wanting to make her cum. She could feel her orgasm building and she remembered her mistress’ threat all too well.

Her tongue flicked wildly at the older woman’s clit, causing her moans to increase in volume. Elissa watched in a mix of horror and arousal as her sister serviced Diane in front of her, knowing that she could be next to taste the older woman. Bethany moaned again as her chastity belt nearly pushed her over the edge.

“Oh, God!” the brunette MILF cried out. She gripped the teen’s head, and her legs nearly buckled as she came hard. Her juices. flooded Bethany’s mouth as the teen continued to lick and probe Diane’s pussy. It took several seconds before Bethany realized that the chastity belt’s dildo and anal plug were no longer vibrating.

"Very well done, Bethany,” Jenna said before looking at Elissa. “Elissa, strip and lay on your back.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Elissa said nervously as she pulled her dress over her head and then lay on her back.

“Now, Bethany, here is your chance to get out of that belt. You have the same task as last night.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Bethany said as she quickly crawled to Elissa. She knew she only had five minutes, and she did not want to spend another minute in the chastity belt. She buried her face between her twin’s legs.

She began to lick and suck on the sensitive folds of her sister’s pussy. Her tongue danced over Elissa’s clit. Bethany plunged her tongue into her sister before she slowly dragged it along her velvety folds hitting several sensitive spots along the way. She did this time and time again until Elissa was squirming and moaning on the cold hardwood floor. She closed her lips around her clit and sucked. Elissa’s heeled shoes slammed against the floor and her hips shot into the air. A loud shrill shriek of pleasure filled the air. Every muscle in Elissa’s body felt like it was on fire as she sprayed her juices over her twin’s face.

“Good girl, Bethany,” Jenna said with a prideful smile. “Now if you would have just done that last night, you could have avoided all the unpleasantness with the chastity belt today.”

“Yes Mistress,” Bethany said as she stayed kneeling between her sister’s legs not daring to whip the cum from her face. Silently, Jenna approached and removed Bethany’s chastity belt before she stood and looked at Mia.

“Mia, show them to the guestroom bathroom so they can shower.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the enslaved teacher said before standing and walking the short distance to the twins. “Come on, this way,” she said as she helped them to their feet. She led them to the bathroom attached to the guestroom, turned on the water, and left them to shower.

The rest of the day passed without much incident. After dinner, the twins were again placed in the latex vacuum beds. Mia was sent to the spare room, and Diane was summoned to her mistress’ bed.

Diane nervously knelt on the floor as Jenna circled her. Diane was naked, only wearing a black leather collar. Jenna had dressed herself as a dominatrix. She wore a black leather bra made of leather straps that circled her breasts but left them bare, black leather booty shorts with a metal studded belt, fishnet stockings, and knee-high square-heeled boots. The gentle thudding of her boots on the floor seemed to be in perfect rhythm with the beating of Diane’s heart.

“It’s ironic don’t you think? You submitting to me after all the shit you gave me, all the ‘holier than thou art’ speeches you made.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Diane said looking down at the floor, her entire body flushing with shame. Seeing this made Jenna smirk. Jenna knew that the older women still hated submitting to her, and did so chiefly to protect her daughter from being sold.

“Did you enjoy having Bethany eat your pussy, Diane?”

Diane’s blush deepened, practically turning her purple. “Yes, Mistress,” she said with tears of shame welling in her eyes. Jenna smiled and put her hand under Diane’s chin, forcing the MILF to look up at her.

“Who’s my MILF fuck toy?”

“I am, Mistress.”

“That’s right,” she purred. She strode over to a chest at the foot of her bed and took off her boots and booty shorts before digging a long thick black strap-on out of the chest. Diane watched in fear as her mistress stepped into the harness and secured it to her waist. “Crawl over here and suck my cock.”

Hesitantly Diane crawled to Jenna. Her eyes never left the black hard rubber cock that jutted from between the blonde’s legs. She stopped just in front of the teen dominatrix and continued to stare at the hard rubber cock. “How do things keep getting worse?”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jenna asked irritated. “Suck my cock,” she continued slowly, and emphasizing each word.

“M-mistress, I’ve never…”

“You're telling me that you’ve been married to the same man for twenty or more years and have never once sucked his cock?”

“No, Mistress, it’s too demeaning.”

“‘Too demeaning?’” Jenna asked before breaking out in laughter. Without warning she grabbed Diane by the neck, one hand in front the other at the rear just under the base of her skull. She began to squeeze and Diane’s eyes went wide with fright. “You’ve eaten my pussy, and just earlier today a girl young enough to be your daughter ate your pussy. Now suck my cock or do you need me to take you up to the dungeon, or maybe I should get a hold of my cousin, the one that rented Melissa for the weekend, and tell her to keep her. Who knows when you’ll see your pretty daughter again.”

Panic began to spread through Diane’s body like wildfire. “No, Mistress, please! Don’t take Melissa away from me, please! I-I’ll do it, I’ll suck your cock!”

Jenna released her grip and stood upright. “Get to work bitch.” With a slight whine, Diane opened her mouth and moved towards the black rubber cock. Slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction of an in, Diane pushed it past her lips and into her mouth.

Her cheeks began to hollow out as she took more and more of the rubber cock into her mouth. Her eyes were watering profusely, but she didn’t dare stop or slow down. Jenna would know, and she didn’t want to chance losing her daughter. “Suck it like you mean it, cunt, get that head bobbing,” Jenna growled.

The words sent a shiver down Diane’s spine, but she doubled her efforts on the rubber cock. She moved her head up and down, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth. Her cheeks were stretched to their limits as her lips kissed the harness at the base of the cock. She moaned around the rubber dong in her mouth. Tears of humiliation and shame continued to pour down her face, mixing with the spit that had begun to drip from between her lips

“Please, God, let this please her. Please don’t let her take Melissa away from me,” she silently prayed.

For several minutes, Diane continued to suck on the rubber cock. Not long after her lips met the harness, Jenna grabbed the back of her head and with each time Diane bobbed her head forward she would press on her head forcing the enslaved MILF to take all of the rubber monster into her mouth. Diane would gag and cough causing more and more spit to leak down her chin and onto her tits, and each time she struggled for air Jenna let out an evil-sounding laugh.

Eventually, Jenna pushed Diane back. The older woman fell over backward coughing and gasping for air. “What’s your favorite position to get fucked in, Diane? Wait let me guess, a vanilla bitch like you, let me guess, missionary?”

Diane shook her head weakly, her eyes pleading with Jenna. Jenna smiled evilly she pulled Diane to her feet and pushed her onto all fours on the end of the bed. She quickly grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured it onto her rubber cock and Diane’s pussy. “Never mind, I have an idea in mind.”

Drops of sweat began to form on Diane’s brow as Jenna spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight puckered asshole. “No, Mistress! Not there! Please, Mistress!” she pleaded as the large cockhead teased her opening.

Jenna said nothing as she pushed her hips forward and **** the rubber cock into Diane’s tightly puckered asshole. The older woman lowered her head to the mattress, let out a long pained grunt, and began to kick her legs as her asshole began to stretch allowing more and more of the rubber cock into her ass.

As Jenna pushed the rubber cock into Diane's asshole, the tight ring of muscle resisted and then slowly stretched to accommodate the intrusion. Each inch of the thick shaft was met with a sharp sting and a feeling of fullness. Diane's body tensed and her legs kicked against the bed in a mix of pain and pleasure. As the rubber cock continued to penetrate her, her asshole stretched wider and wider until it finally accepted the entire length. Jenna continued to thrust in and out, each movement causing Diane's stretched anus to contract and relax around the rubber. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, but Diane couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as she was filled and stretched beyond her limits.

“Ha!” Jenna cried out in victory before slapping Diane’s ass. She placed her hands on the older woman’s shoulders and stepped up onto the bed in a squatting position that would allow her to drive the rubber monster deeper into Diane’s colon. “Who would have guessed, the prim and proper preacher’s wife is a closeted anal whore!” She began thrusting hard and without mercy. Each thrust sent a mix of pleasure and pain through Diane’s body.

“How can something hurt so bad, but feel so good,” Diane thought as the teen continued to hammer her asshole.

“You know,” Jenna said as she gripped Diane’s hair and pulled her head back. “maybe sometime I’ll use this very strap-on to pop your daughter’s anal cherry too,” she said slowing her pace but keeping her thrusts forceful. “Maybe I’ll even let you watch. Would you like that Diane? Would you like to watch your mistress fuck your daughter in the ass for the first time?”

Diane's eyes swung open, and her face turned beet red. "Oh God, Mistress!" she moaned as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her pelvic muscles clenched around the rubber cock, milking it for all it was worth. Jenna continued to pound into her ass until she called out "I'm cumming!" and collapsed onto the bed spent. Diane felt a damp warmth spread between her thighs as her pussy juices seeped out of her abused pussy, such a taboo fantasy dancing in her head.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Jenna laughed. “But, now I find myself with a problem. You managed to cum from getting fucked in the ass, but, you did so without permission. So do I reward you, or punish you, hmm?”