You service the woman

You understand what you need to do in order to leave. Why not start with a woman? Tomorrow and the next day could be a guy, it could be as bad a lottery as your damn toys. Might as well enjoy what you can, while you can.

You nod your head and step up to the pair of women, noticing an approving smile from your captor.

"Excellent choice," She says, "You may begin." With that, she clips the leash off of the woman's collar and steps back.

The woman is around 5'5'' with a gorgeous figure, and curly shoulder length black hair. Her B-cup breasts hang well on her small frame, and her ample hips compliment them nicely. You look into her brown eyes as you kneel down in front of her, determined to show this woman and your captor that you know how to eat pussy. Her breathing is quick and anxious, either she has been waiting for this or she is very nervous. You don't let that bother you as you wet your tongue with a fresh bit of spit and get to work. She lets out a little gasp as your tongue makes contact, and she can't help but make a few noises as you gently circle her clit and make little sucking motions. You wonder how long it's been since you've been in this position with a woman, everyone so far has shoved a cock in your face, so you revel in the warmth of her presence as you work on her cunt. Your mouth is watering so badly that you begin to drool down your chin and neck, mixing with her juices with your saliva. The view from her crotch is so arousing that you are instantly hard, and for the first time in days you desperately want to jerk off, to _fuck _this woman silly, but you are sure that could not happen. Taking turns working on her clit and tongue fucking her, you raise a hand up to slide a finger in but you are interrupted by a loud whip-CRACK.

"This is an oral demonstration, ****." You quickly turn to see your captor holding a large leather whip. "Use only your mouth, or I will use this."

Returning to your demonstration, you resign yourself to using only your mouth. Looking back to the woman, you can see that she is well and truly primed, with a sex-swelled vulva that calls out to you. The woman begins to grind against your face in a slow rhythm. You still can't tell if she was looking forward to this or if this is her first time being used like this, but she's definitely into it. You work your tongue around some more, wishing that you could reach up and tweak her cute little nipples or finger her wet pussy. You push back into her as she grinds against you, matching her ever-increasing rhythm and doubled by your tongue working overtime. Before long the rhythm reaches a frantic pace, and she is openly moaning as you mouth-fuck her. Your cock is so hard that it aches, and you inadvertently grasp it. Another loud whip-CRACK.

"This demo is not about you, ****." you two of you freeze in place, "This is your purpose. You are a tool. Tools do not masturbate unless expressly told to do so."

You take a moment to gather yourself. A tool, ugh. You let go of your raging hard-on, now disappointed by your limitations, and return to your duty. This time the woman seems impatient, obviously bothered by the interruptions you've caused. After a few more minutes of frantic pussy-grinding she grabs your head with both hands and really drives your face into her slit. A moment later her legs begin to shake and she lets out a greedy, deep growl while fucking your face with her hips. Your neck and chin are thoroughly soaked in both of your fluids, with a large stream dripping down your stomach and into your lap. After taking a deep breath following her orgasm, she suddenly takes your head and makes sure that you look up at her and keep eye contact.

"This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it." She says the words with an authority that she lacked before, seemingly entranced by her afterglow. "This is where your journey truly begins."

You blink and frown up at the woman. She wears a collar marking her as a ****, yet she speaks to you like your captor. You are well and truly confused. As she lets go of your head she steps back, awaiting orders from your mutual captor. You both look to the leather clad woman.

"A decent start, ****." She says stepping over to the girl and reattaching her leash to her collar. "Tomorrow is another chance to show me you mean it."

As the two women leave your little cell, you are struck again by her phrasing. When there are two slaves in one room, you can never tell which one of you she is actually talking to. Perhaps both of you were doing that for the first time, maybe you're just over thinking things. Either way, you are satisfied with your performance, even if your captor vaguely disagrees. Show me you mean it. What does that even mean?