P03E11

It must have been almost an hour before I stepped back in with the girls. Marcy hadn’t ceased her efforts, her tongue and lips still playing Heather’s clit profusely despite the duration of my absence. The extended attention hadn’t withheld their concomitant effects from Heather. She looked absolutely fabulous. Her breathing had sustained into an incessant grunting, and her eyeballs darted back and forth along the ceiling without actually seeing anything. The effluences of sweat, saliva, and pussy juice had covered her body in a moist, sparkling gleam. Wet tresses of her hair stuck like wet rags to her face and shoulders.

I asked Marcy: “Did she cum?”

Without interrupting her sucking, she lifted her hand with two fingers outstretched.

“Heh… you must be quite a suckling then, aren’t you? “

This time she just nodded.

My cock agreed with me that Heather’s looks were absolutely dazzling, and I dismissed Marcy to reside beside us. I noticed her training level once more, when she bent over backwards when she kneeled, and spread her legs immediately so my full sight of her gleaming lips wasn’t blocked in any way.

When I penetrated Heather again, I realized the sight of one girl going down on the other simply because I had instructed them had instantly revived my arousal back to the level where I had had to take the break before; but also that, somehow, I was nowhere near an imminent shot now. The impetus of Heather’s sheath on my shaft was titilant and pleasurable, yet I had skipped another threshold of hornification without the need for release. Even after all the hours of diligent fucking, I felt that I could still keep pumping more raw power into her for a long time. Of course I was tired, but the joyous comfort of my confident thrusting allowed me to push the fatigue into the background.

I looked at Marcy again, mostly ignoring her face, just addressing her pulsating vulva as the dildo shoved in and out of it: “So tell me again, my little play thing, simply because I enjoy you telling me! How do you feel now?”

She just took a moment to search her soul, then chronicled its contents in a hushed, slow tone: “I feel the seething jealousy of watching her sailing all those delicious orgasms, while I am under denial… and the burning sting of injustice which only makes it more unbearable and maddening… at the same time, I am proud that I was called upon to maintain her arousal when you needed to recuperate, that I was a useful second fiddle to her centerfold spotlight… it makes me feel inferior and second rate… yet all of it makes me **** to cum. But I can’t, I am denied. My Master has told me that he doesn’t want me to, and I must obey him. He wants me to watch this, he wants to burn the jealousy to the worst. And the very thought of that, that this is what he wants me to experience, it only fuels the fire even more. And now I find that the fire is not about jealousy anymore. It has transformed into pure sexual desire. “

“Well, Howard isn’t here and you’re not under MY denial. You can have an orgasm if you want to, I won’t tell him.”

“You are a liar. Of course you would. You wouldn’t miss the easy opportunity to extradite me to Howard, and revel in the pleasure of watching me being punished for it. “

I shrugged: “Yeah, you are probably right.”

She continued: “And it isn’t just that. He hasn’t **** me into submission; I have willingly and wholeheartedly embraced it myself. Now what would be the point of it to submit, and then cheat on him? My honesty and candor are instrumental and integral to my dedication to him… and that’s not just about facts, it also includes sentiments. I must tell him everything about the content of my mind, for it is the only way he can fully control me in the perfect way. “

She looked sharply at me, and said: “You somehow still think that it is only my body that he owns; that somehow he does all these things he does to me, but I can still have my private thoughts about them. It isn’t like that at all. He owns my mind as well. Of course he cannot directly control what happens in there, but he can steer it through his actions anyway; he can create thoughts and feelings for me and even carefully design them to his exact liking. Like he is creating this jealousy experience for me, right now; he has known long before how I would respond to it. But he needs all the information he can get, and I must freely give him access to my mind for that. I cannot lie to him. I cannot evade his questions, I cannot muffle my emotions when I tell him about them. He must know everything. I must be honest, I must be candid, I must be open, I must be straightforward, I must be sincere, and I must be all of that, all the time, in every shade, every nuance, of the meaning of those words. “

I pondered her words, thoughtlessly continuing an unchanging rocking into Heather, then said: “That must be… hard.”

“It is almost impossible. At least I thought it was when he told me that that’s who I needed to become. But that was years ago, and I have worked hard for all those years. And I’m still not perfect, sometimes I simply _have_ to keep a thought from him… but those moments become scarcer and scarcer, and as they do, my submission is deepened and expanded. I have learned that when I travel this road, when I tell him more about the best ways to dominate me, I feel like I am more truly his, and that feeling keeps deepening and expanding every month. I feel the way he adjusts and inflates the control he exerts over me when his knowledge of me is more complete. I have come to appreciate the enormous value and benefits for me when he is able to look through me like a crystal ball; it allows him to steer me to my destiny, to shape it for me in a way I could never do myself. “

“And what about me? Surely you don’t owe me that candor as well?”

“You don’t own me, so I don’t owe it to you. But I owe it to Howard when he tells me to extend it to you. “

I was perplexed: “It seems almost impossible, to achieve total honesty between two people, and then telling you to ‘extend’ it to a third party, who is me. It seems like a beautiful gift on the one hand, but a terrible responsibility as well. “

“You misunderstand. It isn’t mutual at all; in fact such a reciprocity would violate the terms of our inequality. He can lie to me as much as he wants, he can play his mind games of deceit and treason, create false constructions in my mind, founded on nothing but fantasies, on lies, on weaving a web of illusions for me to perceive. And he does so, often. My mind is like a ball for him to play with, and I do not mind him playing me like that, for the constructions he creates are marvelous and compelling, and it makes me feel happy that he wants to create them for me.”

“And I am also supposed to create the constructions for you? I am not sure if I can do that.”

She laughed: “Oh, don’t worry. He hasn’t commanded my candor to you. Not yet. But I find that it is the right thing to do for me anyway. I haven’t lied to you, I have just left things out or diminished them. I realize you are green in exploring this world, and having too much information immediately could confuse you. But you should know that it isn’t shame that has restrained me. I am a proud submissive, bound to my husband by the shelter he provides for me, and I lead a perfectly satisfying life being transformed into his private sex toy. There is nothing to be ashamed of. “

Increasing the length of my thrusts into Heather, but not the rhythm, I replied: “And rightly so. You are a beautiful young woman, and I respect the toils and difficulties you experience when you travel this road, and the resilience you show in overcoming them. “

“Thank you. It is never easy, but always rewarding. “

I sent a few more thrusts into Heather, then asked: “ Howard may not have given me your candor, but he did give me hornification rights, didn’t he? “

“He did. As long as you don’t touch me when he is not around. “

“You kissed me.”

“I know. And we will see what he has to say about that, later. But you are free to command me otherwise.”

“Good. Then masturbate. “

There was slight despair in her voice when she pleaded: “Please, Sir. I am under denial. Resisting is hard enough as it is. “

I shrugged: “I guess so. Still, I want to see your hand on your pussy. Right now. I’ll tell you how.“

She heaved heavily when she sent her hand to her pussy. I told her exactly how her fingers should part her lips, and cherish the clit in between. She obeyed my commands in a way that reflected training, dancing her fingers around by my wishes, as they were expressed by my singular words: “Rub. Up. Down. Harder. Three fingers. Look at me. Left. Faster. Spread. Wider. Pinch. Harder. Still harder. Still faster. Look at me. Look at me! “

I had seen it being done, I knew I could do it as well, and I did. In fact, it took me only minutes to tear her loose from her vows of restraint. She came howling, yelling to the ceiling: “Thank you, thank you, you bastard! Look what you are doing! I am not allowed, and I will pay for this! But… Thank you, you jerk, thank you for giving me this, you bastard! “

“Well, you wanted an orgasm desperately, didn’t you? I gave you one; why call me a bastard? You better be grateful. “

She found the power to reply, even though her orgasm was still raging: “ Yes! Yes, I am sorry, Sir. Thank you for everything you are giving me, Sir. Thank you. Thank you so, so much!”

I looked at her across Heather’s bouncing body beneath me. Marcy’s panting only diminished slightly as I allowed her to come down from her high completely, all the way into peaceful afterglow. We didn’t speak for a few minutes, the silence only broken by a slight creaking in the wood of the furniture to the rhythm of my thrusting, and the incessant, moaning grunt it produced from Heather’s lips.

Her breathing back under control, Marcy said: “I honestly and truly thank you, Sir. You gave me a magnificent orgasm. Being broken like that, **** through my denial, it makes release even more majestic. I know it is forbidden, and I know I will have to pay for it, still I also thank you from the bottom of my heart. “

“You mean that I don’t have to tell Howard about it? “

She shook her head: “Of course not. I will do so myself. I have just told you of my candor to him, how could I stay silent? “