Oral training

It is difficult to relate any other state of mind when the Blush takes hold. Never would I have imagined that I would find release, and strangely a measure of self-worth, by giving myself over to total strangers. The madame most certainly made sure my first "training session" was fairly gentle compared to some of the other girls with clamps and whips and a man in each hole. She would stop her clients before they went too far, an act that she reminded me of on occasion. At the time, I felt as if the entire world was full of new experiences, new pleasures, and my body and mind swam in euphoric ocean sensations as I was designated "Mouth number three."

It was with my inexperienced mouth that I tasted a woman for the first time. The madame had me kneel before her, my leash tight, and grabbed me by the back of the head. "Clean me." she said, directing my head down. I kissed her smooth, impossibly long legs, knowing at the end of it I would be tasting her sex. She would jerk on the leash when I displeased her, and I quickly learned that she enjoyed having her inner thighs nibbled upon. I couldn't help but look at her lovely, flowery sex as I approached it. What would it taste like, I wondered? A sudden and deep lust filled me when I thought about how many cocks had been swallowed and drained by her vulgarly used holes. How many tongues and fingers and God knows what had slid inside of it, and yet still she stood strong and beautiful, even as an inexperienced girl from a villa outside Paris cautiously slid her tongue out for the first coppery taste of a woman.

Perhaps it was that she rewarded me with tender caresses, and a lovely Hindu girl to administer to my own sex with her tongue, which I desperately wanted to have attended to, that won me over. As I traced the delicate lines and folds and hidden treasures of her incredibly soft inner lips, I couldn't help but remember Elaine, so lovely back at the grape festival, and how much I wanted to be with her. I would have been shunned, possibly disowned. Here, on this new Gomorrah, I was being rewarded, and even encouraged to indulge my dark desires.

"Mmm...you are doing very well, Helen. Very well..." she said, leading us back to her lounging couch. "As a reward, you may use your hands." As the ropes were being untied, flexed my wrists and shrugged my shoulders. I'd been bound for some time. I mistakenly assumed she wanted me use my hands on her, a mistake which earned me a hard slap on the face. I gasped, unsure of what to do. "Not on me, you Philistine. For yourself." She'd finally given me permission to touch my yearning, soaking sex. I did not hesitate to plunge my fingers in as my tongue circled her clitoris.

She held me by the back of the head, a handful of hair, and grinded her sex onto my mouth, my chin shiny with her juices, as I pleasured myself. I gasped as I felt the leather paddle impact my behind. She **** my face back to her cunt as the Hindu girl stopped her delicate caresses and began to spank me, softly at first, and harder as my fingers plunged deeper, my tongue swirled faster. Soon, the Madame's moans and my whimpers joined the chorus of debauchery that filled the stonewalled room. She tensed up, a long, slow moan issuing from her as her hips bucked and swiveled wildly. The paddle hit harder, faster, as she arched her back, and came with a long, throaty moan.

And just like that, I was discarded. She pushed me away with her booted foot. "Mouth number three, you've done well, but I've tired of you. Please return to your duties while you await your client." she said, calling a short, skinny man over to us. His penis grew so large under my kisses and licks that I feared the man would swoon from lack of blood to the body. When I attempted to stroke it, I received a crack from a soft whip across my back. "No. You do not have permission to use your hands on anyone but yourself. You must train your mouth first." she said.

And with that, she left me, kneeling on the floor, a man's member sliding in and out from between my moist lips, as she went to attend to other clients. I sucked him slow and sensually, my mouth acting as if it had a mind of its own, until he was at full, intimidating erection. I very much wanted to feel it inside of me, but I wasn't permitted. I closed my eyes and resumed pleasuring myself, imagining his thin, young body against mine, my arms over his shoulders as he drove it into me. He reached down, and pushed me back gently so that I had to balance myself with my hands, and walked around behind me. He yanked my hair back, hard, forcing me to arch my back painfully as he drove his cock down my throat, his sweaty testicles sliding over my face. It was in this awkward position that the clerk from upstairs found me, and took the opportunity to press my breasts together, and start thrusting his penis between them as he pulled and twisted my tender nipples.

It was during this that the Mistress returned to me. She cracked her cat-o-nine tails, and the men scattered from me. It was only then, upon his pulling out of me, that I realized the man had climaxed deep in my throat, a trail of spittle and semen breaking from his spurting penis and laying across my face. I kneeled there, panting for breath and yearning for release, which had thus far been denied to me, when she unclipped the leash from my neck. "Go wash up. Your client will be here soon. You may speak." she said. I cautiously stood, my head swimming from arousal.

"What will he be like?" I asked. She looked at me, and smiled sympathetically.

"He won't be as gentle as I." she said. I was soon to learn what she meant.