Sorority, Bk. 2, Ch.3A: An Unexpected Development
Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 9:55 pm
Sorority, Bk. 2, Ch.3A: An Unexpected Development
Much to my surprise, an entirely new wrinkle developed in my life while I wasn’t looking, so to speak.
Shauna, my lab partner, and I agreed to work together on an extra credit project. We had no trouble getting permission to sign up for the lab after hours, but I had to juggle my schedule around my shifts at TDK.
The second time I had to turn down a time convenient for her, she asked, “Do you have a job or something? I’m pretty lucky, I don’t have to work.”
Not wishing to lie, I temporized. “Well, I just have some demands on my time.”
She let it go at that.
The experiment required complicated set up. Careful weighing, sterilization, even a time-lapse camera. We read about how to set up the camera and decided on a test run. We started our test at about 5 one Thursday afternoon. We agreed to meet at 10 to make sure the camera work right.
The camera passed our test, so we set it up for a three day run. As we locked up the lab, she asked me if I’d like to have a cup of coffee, adding that we could also get caffeine free drinks at night.
Taken aback, I was pleased. I didn’t take it as anything more than friendly sociability, but I usually had little to do with anyone not associated with TDK. I wondered if she knew I hung out at TDK.
In the coffee shop, sipping hot chocolate in her case and kombucha in mine, we talked about where we hailed from, how I worked during the summer to earn enough money so I didn’t have to work during school, and how she, like me an only child, didn’t have to work because of her parents generosity. We both remained socially isolated through high school.
“And I’m still hitting the books,” said Shauna. “Typical nerd, but female.”
“Well, you’re quite smart. Me? I guess you could say I’m a generic nerd.”
We both laughed. She mentioned a Bogart film showing next week on campus. Confused, not to mention conflicted, I merely said the film sounded interesting.
Soon after that we both yawned, as it was about 11:30. We laughed at ourselves and agreed we should get to sleep.
In the privacy of my dorm room, I took stock of the situation. Shauna, though neither is gorgeous nor as glamorous as the TDK Sisters, looked pretty enough, and I meant it when I said she was smart. Talking with her brought back thoughts that I hadn’t entertained since Samantha recruited me. Coming to school, I’d originally hoped to meet a nice ordinary girl, eventually marry, and be a middle-class scientist. Shauna seemed like a girl to whom a life like that might appeal.
I enjoyed my time with her and wouldn’t mind spending more. Despite my lack of social experience, I was pretty sure her mention of the upcoming film indicated a willingness to be asked out.
I dimly recalled learning in that first tumultuous weekend at TDK that dates with non-TDK women were possible, but must be arranged. There was even a procedure, to which I paid no attention, since I had no one to date at the time and my focus was getting laid at TDK. Humph! Little did I know.
Since I had a shift the next day, I headed to the Sorority early. I asked to speak with Dorothea or one of the other officers. A few moments later, Dorothea came down the steps, greeted me and led me to one furniture groupings in the huge living room.
“What’s on your mind, Jenny?” Dorothea wore tight slacks and T-shirt. “You can always come to us with your concerns, but if it’s time-consuming I may have to reschedule.” She smiled. “I have big plans for Althea tonight.”
“Well, Mistress Dorothea, I wish you both the best. I have always found you to be terrifying and awe-inspiring, and I’m sure you’ll treat Althea however you like.
“Mistress, I’m not sure you’re the correct person I should approach with this and if so let me know, but I vaguely remember that it’s possible for an Auxiliary servant to arrange permission for a date with someone not in the Sorority. Is that true, please, Mistress?”
Dorothea looked surprised. “Why, Jenny, I thought you were happy here.”
“Oh, Mistress Dorothea, I am. I like almost everything about my service, and I love some parts of it. And not just the way to occasional sex. I’ve come to like moderate spankings a lot and some of the other things that I do.”
“But …?”
I explained how Shauna and I met, how similar we were, and about her hint that she might be willing to go out with me. “Mistress, it’s very difficult for me to say what I have to say, but the idea of total honesty between the Auxiliary and the Sisters is so important.” I hesitated, then went on. “When I came to school, I figured it would marry a nice girl, a vanilla girl, ‘cause I couldn’t imagine anything else the time, and settle down, raise a family. Pretty typical.
“Well, I haven’t even thought about that since I was accepted into the TDK. But maybe that life is possible for me with someone like Shauna. Also, I don’t even know what it’s like, really, to go on a normal date. I’ve only been on one, and it wasn’t too successful at that.”
Dorothea regarded me closely. She gave no clue as to her feelings or thoughts. Her next speech was uncharacteristically hesitant. “Jenny, you’re one of the most successful recruits we’ve had in a long time. Marci, Veronica, and Samantha all have great hopes for you, not to mention Amanda, your sponsor. TDK is all about retraining males and obtaining their personal and sexual services. However,” (She raised an eyebrow in the corners of her mouth went up.) “underneath it all, believe it or not, we believe in personal responsibility and personal choice.
“If you wish to date someone not of the sorority, it must be approved by an ad hoc committee of Sisters. However, the assumption is that the date will be granted. We ask nosy questions, which I’m sure will be no surprise to you.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “I know you want to ask the girl out, and I think the question is important enough that I’ll try to form a committee right now. Go Below Stairs and wank like a good little Auxiliary. I’ll try to get a committee together.”
I thanked her, and did as she commanded.
About 20 minutes later, Kari summoned me from Below Stairs, permitting me first to put on my pants. She led me to the dining room, where I found Dorothea at her accustomed place at the head of the table, with Samantha, Marci and Veronica seated on one side. Kari and I faced the trio.
Dorothea spoke. “Our rules of procedure require these committees have an uneven number of Sisters, two of whom must be officers who do not have a particular interest in the Auxiliary making the request. Kari and I fulfill that requirement. Veronica, who will take notes, is not here as secretary, but as a Sister, together with Marci and Samantha, expressing a particular interest in Jenny. Jenny, tell the committee about Shauna and why you wish to date her.”
I explained once again, as I had to Dorothea. The Sisters exchanged glances and nods during my account. Then the questions began.
Veronica first. “What have you told her about your service to TDK?”
“Nothing, it hasn’t come up yet.”
Samantha. “Do you plan to tell her?”
“Only if it becomes necessary or she asks about it. I imagine she’ll hear about it on campus.”
“And just how do you expect to explain your involvement?” asked Marci pointedly.
“About what I said to the few people who asked me about it already. That I perform services such as food preparation, ground maintenance and janitorial duties as well as personal duties which I’m not allowed to specify.” I hesitated a moment, then added, “As a good Auxiliary member, I accept any direction the Sisters care to give me.”
Marci again. “Tell us the degree of physical intimacy that exists between you now.”
“None, Mistress Marci. I’ve not touched her, held her hand, hugged her, attempted to kiss her or anything else.”
“Should physical intimacy ever developed between you,” put in Kari with a raised eyebrow, “your cage may be detected even in a hug. Are you prepared to explain it?”
“Perhaps in a hug it could pass as an erection. If it ever got to the point where she wanted sex with me, I don’t know what would happen. I’d probably tell her I wasn’t ready for that step.”
A few more questions concerned the nature and date and time of the date.
Dorothea tapped a pencil on the table. “Jenny, your service to us in the Auxiliary is entirely voluntary. That means any time you wish to be free from your cage you have only to ask. We won’t delay, we won’t ask you for reasons, we will unlock you. Once. Permanently. You’ll be out of the Auxiliary with no hope of return. We have enough servants and can always get more.
“Though I’ve explained that drastic option to you, I sincerely hope you don’t take it. I think Amanda correctly read your deeper nature in recommending you to us. I realize an on-campus date does not constitute a lifestyle choice (Everyone smiled.), but I’m taking a long-term view.
“Sisters, are there any further questions of Jenny?”
The ladies shook their heads, so Dorothea went on. “Jenny, you are dismissed. Return Below Stairs and play with yourself like a good little wanker. If you’re fortunate enough that a Sister wishes to use you, give her your best service. The committee will vote and inform you of our decision as soon as possible.”
I rose and curtsied. “I thank you all for considering my request. I also appreciate that you did so on such short notice and that you seem genuinely concerned with my welfare. I await your decision.”
Back Below Stairs, I experienced more than the usual difficulty in getting it up. The whole attraction to Shauna, with a more ‘normal’ social trajectory, disturbed and attracted me. Discussing it with the committee especially Veronica, Marci and Sam, brought home the other side — what I’d probably miss if I went to a vanilla lifestyle.
A bit more than 10 minutes later, Kari returned and escorted me, once again fully dressed, back to the dining room table. Dorothea spoke for the committee. “Jenny, your date is approved. We all wish you well and to have a good time. You are to submit a full report in writing to the members of this committee within 24 hours of the end of the date. Should you be turned down for the date, which we hope does not occur, you will likewise let the committee know. Again, good luck and have fun. You are dismissed back Below Stairs.”
I thanked the committee, and returned. I realized with some dismay that I would not be able to ask Shauna out until the next day, Saturday, because I’d be in TDK, serving the women, until after 11 pm.
Shauna and I met by appointment at 11 o’clock Saturday am to set up the next phase of our experiment, giving me a perfect opportunity to ask her out. To my consternation, I felt tongue-tied when the time came, despite practicing several times back in my dorm.
“Um … Shauna …”
“Yes?”
“Ah … I was wondering if … um … You’d like to go to that French noir film. Friday night. With me, I mean.”
Shauna smiled, but I couldn’t tell if she was pleased that I asked her out, or amused by my clumsy approach. “Why, yes, Jerry. I’d like to see the film and I’m sure we’ll have a good time together.”
We checked the time of the show and agreed on the time I would pick her up at her dorm.
I thought it would be natural to go get a cup of coffee after finishing with the experiment, but I suddenly felt nervous. Seemed that once we made the date, I’d be nervous until it happened. We went back to our dorms, and I thought about that nervousness.
During the next week, Shauna and I met once to dismantle the experiment, ‘cause it was done. At that meeting and at the regular lab, we stuck to business, but we smiled at each other more than we had in previous weeks.
I had a couple of shifts at TDK and discovered the word was out. “Jenny’s got a date, Jenny’s got a date.” “Jenny and Shauna up in a tree k .. i .. s .. s .. i .. n ..g …” Followed me every time I walked in the hallway. I just laughed. What did I expect?
My friends in the Auxiliary, especially the more experienced ones, urged caution. Nicola was particularly blunt. “Jenny, you’ve turned something on in your life. Ask yourself if you like serving the women, if you like the mostly one-sided sex they provide, the spankings and other pain you receive, and the teasing. I know there’s aspects you don’t like, most of us don’t like getting butt fucked or our balls busted, but we take the good with the bad. That’s no different than anyone else, if you think about it. But in our case, it seems like the good is better and the bad is extreme. My point is we’re adjusted to that, we like enough of it to keep coming back, and I don’t think you can walk away from it for the rest of your life. Who knows? Perhaps Shauna is a natural born dominant but a sleeper, though it’s unlikely.
Bethie took a more gentle approach. “I’m your friend, Jenny, and I hope you have a great time in your date. I think you should be careful how deeply involved you get and how fast. I think you might develop a close relationship here, like I have with Vivian. But I’ll support you whatever you do, and I’m willing to talk things through with you whenever you like.”
My trio of tormentors also had interesting reactions.
I arrived for a Monday afternoon shift to find Samantha lying in wait for me. She sat by the door and greeted me as soon as I knocked. She unlocked me and took the cage, placing it in my cubby Below Stairs. She led me up to her room. I watched her long, slim legs and tried to see all the way up her miniskirt on the stairs. Once in her room, she sat in a chair by her makeup mirror.
Under her watchful eye, I erected as I played with my cockhead. She then took over, cupping my balls in one hand and stroking my shaft with the other.
“I hope you have a marvelous time on your date, Jenny. At our committee meeting, I reserved some questions for now. Is Shauna as pretty as me?”
“No, not even close,” I said with a grin.
“As sexy?”
I snorted. “No way.”
“Will she give you a nice, slow, hand job like this?” She stroked me slowly with a tight grip. “Oh, I forgo it! She can’t! You’ll be in your cage the whole time. Kinda puts the lid on the old sex motive for dating, doesn’t it?”
“Mr. Samantha, everything you say is true. But I asked her to a movie, not to share my life or even go to bed.”
“But you feel sexually and personally attracted to her.”
“Yes, but it feels different than what I feel towards the women here. In the vanilla world, lust is acknowledged, but not rampant. One night stands, friends with benefits, relationships. Here in TDK, lust is encouraged, enhanced, and in the case of the males, extraordinarily frustrated. I admit I like submitting to the control, or I couldn’t stay here. So time will tell.”
Samantha stopped her stroking and looked up at me. “Fair enough, and you explained yourself well at the meeting. I gotta tell you, I want your experiment to fail. I think your a true submissive and you won’t be happy unless a woman controls you. To remind you of this, I’m going to spank you. Take off your panties and get over my lap.” She uncrossed her legs and patted her thighs as an invitation.
I lay across her and she tucked my dick between her thighs. She rubbed and squeezed my buns before commencing the spanking, fitting her curved palm to my cheeks with light to moderate strokes. She covered my whole bum and the backs of my thighs. She reached between my legs and gave me a few squeezes. “So you want a vanilla girlfriend. I doubt she knows you as well as I do.” She emphasized this point with a couple of harder slaps, then returned to the slow-paced, moderate spanking.
So far, despite her words, Sam’s spanking was entirely pleasurable. More so after next command, to raise my hips. She gave my cock several strokes and squeezes, and then went back to the spanking.
“Admit it, boy. You like being spanked like this don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress Samantha, I do.”
“And just how will you introduce the subject of submission and spanking to your vanilla friend?”
“I haven’t thought that far, Mistress Samantha. I don’t know that it’ll ever be necessary.”
“What, you? Always thinking ahead? Figured how to get an advantage in the contest to join the Auxiliary?” She smacked me quite a bit harder.
“Really, I hadn’t. After I decided to ask her out, I needed permission from here, so I wasn’t really thinking that far ahead.”
“Wow! She’s already got you so dazzled you can’t even think straight. I thought that was our department — after all, we are the femmes fatale.” Another flurry of harder blows. “Raise that ass up.”
Again, she reached between my legs and played with my cock. “Edge for me, Jenny.”
Bent over as I was, I found it difficult to edge, especially since I hadn’t edged yet today. I concentrated on the pleasure in my cock, but I still felt far from an orgasm, so no edge. Sam helped me out.
“Do you think your new girlfriend will do this for you?” She whispered in my ear. “Some girls fool around a lot on the first date; maybe you’ll be lucky. Well, that is if you’re out of your cage. But, if she was willing and horny, you could hug her and kiss her. You could feel her breasts and squeeze her butt cheeks. You could use all the skills you learned here to please her. You’d make her feel better than anyone ever did. You probably make her feel so good that she be ready to let you take off her panties and fuck her. Wouldn’t that gratify you? Make you feel like a big strong man? Seducing a vanilla girl using the skills you learned here?
“She’ll be innocent, yet ready to go, eager for your cock. She’ll reach down, and feel a big hard bulge. She might wonder why it doesn’t stick up, but it would feel nice and hard. Then you have to make up a story. How you’re not ready to go all the way. How much you respect her. How much you don’t want to rush into something. You reach for her panties and tell her how good you can make her feel with your fingers and mouth while she remains a virgin. Confused, she accepts, and soon you bury your head between her legs.”
“You give her the first orgasms she’s ever had with anyone else. She’s thrilled! Never felt anything like it. She hugs you and kisses you and murmurs that she’s yours for the taking.”
I interrupted, “At the edge.”
“Good. Tell me each time you edge.” Sam continued her story. “You come up with another lame excuse … I know … Your religious scruples won’t let you fuck before marriage. That’s what you say, ‘fuck before marriage,’ religious and crude at the same time.” She stroked me extra fast.
“Edging again.”
“She says she’s confused by that but she’s grateful you showed her so much sexual pleasure. She tells you she’s never played with a cock, but she’d like to use her hand and mouth to make you feel as good as you made her. Just think. You got a virgin ready to suck your cock. And what can you do about it?”
“Edging, Sam.”
Gleefully, she said, “Nothing! You don’t dare do anything. The chance of a lifetime, never to be repeated. Your cock is so hard in the cage that it hurts, but you can’t do anything about it, and you’re not ready to tell her about it.’
“Oh, Sam.”
“Your attempt to graciously turn her down sounds lame even to you. Much to your surprise, she sits up. You are rolling around together in her dorm bed, but now her eyes snap. ‘You’re a louse!’ she says. She tugs your upper arm and pushes your shoulder. In an instant, your over her lap. She slaps your bum for a few moments, then grabs her hair brush from the bedside table.” Sam suited her actions to her words. She smacked my butt hard with that hairbrush. “She spanks like a natural. ‘Take that you … vag-tease!’” Sam and I both giggled at her neologism. A few more hard spanks and Sam said, “She then pushes you onto the floor and says, ‘Get lost, loser!’ You mumble apologies, pull yourself together and leave. You realize, as you slink back to the dorm, that you found the vanilla girl of your dreams, and lost every chance of having any kind of relationship with her all at the same time.”
I moved to a kneeling position from the floor where she’d pushed me, eyeing her warily. To my surprise, her eyes shone, and she smiled. “That was fun! I had no idea what I was going with that when I started. A vag-tease. What a concept.” She patted the bed next to her.
I sat next to her, looking at her quizzically.
“You are such fun to tease, Jenny.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it. To my surprise, she kissed me.
I returned the kiss and got so excited I covered my cockhead and her hand with precum. We lay together on the bed hugging and kissing.
Samantha broke the kiss and propped her head on her hand, looking at me. “I may not see you before your date, and I truly hope that you have a good time. If you have any doubts whether you belong in the Auxiliary, I hope you can resolve them, whatever the outcome. Now, though, I want to give you something to motivate you to stay with us.” With that, she took my cock in her mouth, sliding up and down, applying suction.
I lay back to enjoy the rare privilege. Sam’s lips on my cock felt so good. I edged right away and told her. The gleaming eyes met mine, her lips forming a grin around my cock — a cock-filled version of her TDK. She brought me to the edge twice more, then kissed my lips.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Pointing to her clean-shaven pussy, she said, “My turn.”
I licked and fingered her to three orgasms before she dismissed me.
I thanked her for allowing me to serve, and she again wished me well on my date. I went back Below Stairs.
I didn’t remain there very long. Marci stepped into the doorway and beckoned to me. I followed her upstairs to find Veronica waiting in their bedroom. Veronica peremptorily told me to get into my maid uniform. I did so, beginning by making a show of seductiveness as I’d been trained. Veronica told me simply to get dressed, so it took less time than usual.
Veronica, in a take-charge mood, said, “I’m going to enjoy Marci. You are to assist me and anticipate my needs.” With that, she sat on the bed, holding out a hand to Marci, who joined her. They kissed.
I saw water bottles on the women’s makeup counter. I sidled around the edge of the bed to the closet to find their toy bag. I carried it back to Veronica’s bedside table. There were always a few toys in the drawer, so I eased it open.
By now the lovers, still fully clothed, lay full-length on the bed caressing and kissing. Both wore tight short skirts and blouses. Four high heels waved in the air at the foot of the bed. I grinned. Here was a need I anticipated. I gently gripped each ankle and removed the shoes. The two beauties writhed together, Veronica throwing a leg over Marci’s hips. Their skirts bunched up, revealing their lacy stockings and panties, opaque black for Marci and lacy white for Veronica. I reached under my uniform skirt to grasp my penis as I enjoyed the sexy sight.
Marci sat up on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. I moved behind her and helped her untuck, then grasped her shoulders and whisked the garment off her back. Veronica required the same service. They lay back down, kissing again. Marci buried her hands in Veronica’s luxurious red hair.
Marci, as enamored of Veronica’s lush breasts as I, kept squeezing and patting and kissing the upper slopes. She un-clasped the bra and Veronica drew one arm out. I watched for an opportunity when the opposite arm was free and tugged the garment out of the way. Marci impatiently shrugged her way out of her own bra, without even unfastening it. I put it over a chair with her blouse.
Similarly for the skirts. The women unbuckled and unzipped, allowing their moving legs to work the skirts down. As soon as I practically could I, whisked them both off.
The two beautiful women had me dripping. Nevertheless, I was anxious. What would Veronica need next? Anticipation came easy while they got rid of inconvenient clothing, but only the panties remained.
I gathered a few items from the bedside drawer and the toy bag, placing them on the bedside table or the nearby desk.
Marci tenderly held one of Veronica’s breasts in both hands, kneading the soft globe. She avidly sucked on the nipple.
The sight brought me to a dripping edge, staining my panties and even the uniform skirt.
Veronica rolled her head back and sighed. Her hand probed between Marci’s thighs. A few moments later and the waistband over one of Marci’s hips slid down to the thigh.
I, ever the faithful servant, grasped the nylon garment and slipped it down Marci’s legs. Veronica raised her own hips and lowered her panties enough so I could get them.
The aroused women wasted no time slipping fingers deep inside each other.
Marci’s lips, once they claimed Veronica’s nipple, had yet to release it. Veronica tenderly put a hand under Marci’s chin and raised her up for a long, passionate kiss. Then Veronica kissed and sucked Marci’s conical breast with its dark puffy nipple. Veronica reached a hand toward me.
I removed two pair of nipple clamps from Veronica’s drawer, a light adjustable pair, and a heavier pair with wicked, wavy jaws. Which pair did the redhead want? Or perhaps a slapper. I felt the heavy clamps were in line with her attitude, so that’s what I placed in her hand.
Veronica flashed me a brief smile, then shook the chain that joined the two clips. Marci’s eyes widened in her mouth formed an O. She lay supine, pushing her chest up for Veronica’s convenience. She gazed up at her lover with total admiration and submission.
With a tight smile and shining eyes locked on to Marci’s, Veronica worked the clips a couple of times, letting them snap audibly right near Marci’s nipples.
When the first one closed, Marci gasped and her ankles drummed on the bed.
Veronica kissed her lover and pulled the chain, enough to distort the shape of Marci’s right breast. Then, still kissing, she closed the other clamp on the waiting nipple, smothering Marci’s gasp with a kiss.
After the kiss, Veronica sat up. She held the nipple clamp chain loosely in her hand, an expectant grin across her wide mouth. She tugged the chain, pulling Marci’s breasts until they looked like Hershey’s kisses.
I bunched my skirt up and tugged my panties aside to stroke myself.
Marci gasped and arched her back, vainly attempting to relieve the pressure. However, the clamps tightened with a pull of the chain. Marci bit her lip and her eyes flashed. Veronica laughed.
Veronica laughed as she yanked the clamps from side to side. Marci moaned, twisting and turning, perforce following the chain.
After a few moments, Veronica relented. She gently lowered the chain to Marci’s chest, where it nestled between her taut breasts. Veronica kissed Marci, digging her long fingernails into her lover’s tender cones.
Marci cried out. She kept wary eyes on Veronica’s face, gasping to regain her breath.
Veronica, breathing deeply, raised her eyebrows and slid her hands down Marci’s body across her hips and onto her upper thighs. Her palms went between Marci’s legs and gently parted them. Veronica’s forefingers pressured Marci’s cuntlips so they protruded.
I felt equal parts of wild arousal and awe at the way Veronica gave Marci pain and pleasure as an expression of their love.
Veronica’s gentle ministrations quickly changed the nature of Marci’s gasps. Deeper in pitch, and longer-lasting, they had no hint of pain or desperation. Her eyes shone, and I noticed her pussy lips were damp.
Veronica covered Marci’s pussy with one hand, then began lightly slapping with the two middle fingers.
Marcie grinned and said, “You know I love this, sweetie.”
Veronica kissed her again. Her pussy slaps sounded more crisp. Veronica raised her hand and slapped in earnest. Marci spread her legs and gasped in response. Veronica held out a hand towards me. Anticipating her as I’ve been told, I already had the slapper ready. I placed the handle in Veronica’s open palm. Smack, smack, smack! Veronica slapped Marci’s mound, allowing the slapper to rest against her inflamed pussy after each stroke.
Marci gasped with each blow, pumping her hips to rise and meet the descending leather. “Oh, oh!” Marci’s cries rose in pitch and volume. Veronica grasped the nipple chain and tugged it sharply in time with the slapper.
Marci grunted and moaned, no longer raising her hips, but writhing, clearly in pain. Still the slapper rose and fell, the breasts alternately pulled taut and released. Marci’s moans of pain merged with the gasps of an orgasm, an erotic sound I’d never heard the likes of. Cumming from pain.
As Marci came off her peak, Veronica lessened the force of her blows and dropped the chain. She straddled Marci. “Show me your gratitude, girl,” Veronica growled.
Stroking my cock, I moved to get an excellent view between Veronica’s thighs. Her pussy, exposed by her spread legs, glistened.
Marci gripped Veronica’s thighs near the top and glued her lips to her lover’s pussy.
I moved to see the effect on Veronica. Eyes closed, she breathed easily through her mouth, rocking her hips to control the angle of Marci’s cuntlicking. The slapper rose and fell unceasingly. Veronica lowered her hips, allowing Marci’s head to rest on the bed. She rocked her hips forward. “Lick me. Rim me! Clean my asshole! That’s it, lick me and show me you mean it.”
Oozing precum, I switched to the rear view again. Marci’s cute nose was pressed to Veronica’s crack, the motion of her cheeks showing how vigorously she obeyed her lover. Without removing her lips, Marci moaned, “I love you!”
When Veronica changed the tilt of her pelvis, she stopped barking orders. Instead she hummed contentedly, then began gasping and finally screamed as she came. She discarded the slapper and the two beauties writhed on the bed, affording me the sight of a most delightful 69.
Stroking myself avidly, I looked sometimes at their bodies together and sometimes between each pair of legs. The girls’ moans reached a very erotic, though muffled, joint crescendo. Pussy smell permeated the room.
They rolled sideways and Marci switched so they hugged and kissed face to face. They tenderly caressed each other’s cheeks and whispered words of love to each other. I withdrew to the foot of the bed to respect their intimacy.
Veronica brought her gaze around to meet mine. She pointed behind her head to the pillows. I gathered them up, plumped them, and propped them behind her head. Smiling, Veronica spread her legs and gently pushed Marci down to begin more oral service.
Marci smiled up at Veronica, kissed and licked her pussy, looked back up at her lover and said, “I love you, Ronnie.” With that, she locked her lips and went to work. Veronica winked at me, then closed her eyes and caressed Marci’s head. For her part, Marci’s hands roamed all over Veronica’s large breasts and aroused nipples.
I kept stroking myself, my precum making a crackling noise when my forefinger rolled over my tip. Veronica’s gasps of ecstasy soon drowned out my auditory contribution. Marci plunged two fingers into Veronica’s pussy, making her flex her hips, moan, gasp, and finally scream. “Oh, Marci, you lick me so good! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She pressed Marci’s face to her hips, clearly not ready to stop. “Doggie, head down,” she commanded.
Marci obeyed instantly, never removing her lips from Veronica’s pussy.
I got behind Marci and crouched down. Veronica asked, “Do you like the view, Jenny?”
“Yeah, I sure do! What a beautiful and sexy site!”
“Tell us what you see.”
“I see two, no, three of Marci’s fingers slipping in and out of your pussy, right below her lips as she sucks and licks your clit. I see Marci’s thighs, open and spread, giving me a beautiful view of her pussy, dripping wet, both sets of lips fully exposed. I see Marci’s clit poking out of its hood. Oh, Veronica, Marci’s pussy looks like it needs some attention. I would be most happy to pleasure her in any way you desire.”
“Hmmm…. There’s an idea. I intended to enjoy Marci alone, but perhaps I can share her a bit. Use your fingers.”
Grinning, I palmed Marci’s dripping slit, rubbing back and forth gently. My fingers rasped over her clit.
Marci mumbled. I think she said, “Feels great!” She spread her legs a bit more and thrust her hips back toward me.
I slapped her pussy with my palm a couple of times as Veronica had, but nowhere near as hard as she. I knew better than to deliberately hurt one of the TDK Sisters! Instead, I slipped two fingers into her dampness and wriggled them vigorously. I covered that hand with my other one and managed to rub her clit directly, but found the position awkward.
Marci’s grunts and groans indicated she didn’t care it was awkward for me or not; she liked it. Nor had she slackened her efforts with Veronica. Her mouth remained glued to Veronica’s sex.
Veronica clutched Marci’s hand to her breast and cradled her head. Approaching another orgasm, she emitted a series of staccato cries. “Oh, oh, oh yes!” Her hips flexed strongly at the peak. She opened her eyes and shared a grin with me. She looked down at Marci, eyes filled with deep affection. “How about you, Marci? Are Jenny’s fingers enough or would you like some other kind of service?”
“Please, Veronica, may have the nipple clamps off? They’re very distracting.”
“That’s what they’re for, honey. You need to cum despite that constant stinging, irritating, maddening background. Shall I have Jenny stimulate you in a different way?”
“Yes, please, Veronica.”
I felt lucky — something good was going to happen. I also felt a form of awe. I’d never seen so deeply into the relationship between the two women. I knew Veronica was a leader and could be very sadistic, but I’d never seen her control Marci as she was now. Marci sounded almost like an Auxiliary.
“Jenny, I don’t want you to get too many ideas. But if you stand behind her, I bet you can dry hump her. Slide the top of your cock up and down her slit.”
I liked that! I slowly removed my fingers and gently patted her dampness. My back rejoiced when I got out of my crouch. I gripped Marci’s tiny waist and maneuvered my prick to slide back and forth where it would do her the most good.
Veronica warned, “Jenny, you’re as close to fucking Marci as it’s possible to get without actually doing it. You are not to “accidentally” slip inside her. To do so will earn my extreme displeasure.” Her steely eyes held mine.
“Yes, Mistress Veronica, I won’t disobey, though I would love to,” I said with a grin.
The position, while more comfortable than crouching and awkwardly placing my hands, still left poor Marci understimulated. My cock was at its full length and hardness, but it’s not made for lifting weights. To really do Marci any good, she needed some upward pressure. I leaned forward, giving my arms extra length and reached over to push my cock up against Marci’s slit and clit.
Marci’s moans showed that this was more effective. For time we only heard the moans and exclamations of pleasure. Marci’s mouth got Veronica on the rise to another orgasm, but Marci continued to lag behind.
“Oh, Marci, you’re wonderful! I’m cumming again!” She gasped and moaned, twisting Marci’s hair. When she calmed down, she looked up at me. “Jenny, do you like dry humping Marci?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress. Anyway I can give you both pleasure is fine with me.”
“Do you find it frustrating?”
“Oh, no, Mistress Veronica. It’s not frustrating at all to rub the least sensitive part of my cock against the wet, open pussy of a woman whom I adore. Not frustrating. Never. I haven’t once thought how close I am to actually fucking. In fact, until you mentioned it, I it never occurred to me this might be frustrating.”
“You never thought how easy it would be to pop right into her?”
I laughed. “I thought I do not want to incur your wrath, Mistress Veronica.”
“You are wise. How about you, Marci? Is the dry humping enough to overcome the distraction of the nipple clamps?”
“Ronnie, I have to say it’s not doing the trick. I’m not sure it would be stimulating enough even without the nipple clamps. May I please have more stimulation?”
“Why, Marci. I’m surprised at you. You came when I slapped you, you came when I licked you. I thought you like the occasional cock to spice things up. Is Jenny’s technique failing?”
“No, Veronica, is doing as well as he can. But it just isn’t enough. Please, I think I’m at least as frustrated as Jenny.”
“Jenny,” Veronica put in sharply, “keep on as you are and don’t do anything different unless I tell you.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Marci, honey, there really isn’t much stimulation left unless you’d like Jenny to fuck you. Is that what you’d like?”
I caught my breath, hardly daring to hope.
Marci mouthed, “Yes, yes!” into Veronica’s pussy.
“What’s that you say? I can understand you.”
Marci mumbled again, louder.
Exasperated, Veronica snapped, “You can take your lips from my pussy long enough to talk, girl.”
Marci gasped, “Please, Veronica, let Jenny fuck me.”
My hope soared despite my inner warning. Who knows what devilment these girls were up to?
“Say it like this, dear. ‘Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.’”
“Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“Louder.”
“Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“I want Dorothea on the third floor to know that you’re being fucked.”
Marci took a deep breath and shouted, “Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“That was good. But I know Jenny likes status with the other Auxiliaries. Ask for it loudly enough that the boys wanking Below Stairs will know that Jenny’s going to get it at last.”
I laughed at her accurate characterization of the rivalry among we boys — and I began to hope I’d enter Marci again.
Marci stood up and filled her lungs before bellowing, “Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
Want to feel like a stud? Have a beautiful girl announce to the whole house that she wants you to fuck her. My cock swelled and dripped. I think my upper head did, too. Throughout this exchange, I kept plowing the furrow of Marci’s slit.
“Well, Jenny, this is your lucky afternoon. Marci, I grant your wish, since you asked so nicely and loudly. But Jenny, there’s a condition.”
“A conditional male sexual activity at TDK. Who ever heard of such a thing?”
Veronica laughed. “Boys like you are such unruly creatures you need a woman to control you. Since Marci requested the privilege for her pleasure, I require a penance from you in the future. The evening after your date you will serve dinner in your maid uniform to any of the sisters who wish to partake. Will you fulfill my condition?”
“Yes, Mistress Veronica, and thank you so much.”
“Marci, enjoy your fuck with Jenny. I will be watching his performance carefully and critically. Jenny, if you give a superior performance and pleasure my lover as she deserves, I may grant you permission to cum.”
“Oh, Mistress Veronica, you and Marci always get my very best efforts.”
“Are you ready, Marci?”
“Yes! Yes! Let him fuck me already!” Her lips reclaimed Veronica’s pussy.
Veronica grasped the nipple clamp chain. “All right, Jenny, enter her now and fuck her as a well as you can.”
Finally! I set up and gripped Marci’s hips just below the waist. A slight twist to my hips and my inflamed cockhead slipped between her labia. Oh, that felt good! I groaned aloud. I wanted so much to plunge all the way into her, but I forced myself to rock back and forth gently, fucking her with just the tip of my cock. I took in a beautiful sight. My cock alternately appeared and disappeared behind Marci’s smooth ass, Marci with her face buried between Veronica’s thighs and Veronica clutching a breast with one hand, while the other controlled the chain, out of my sight below Marci.
I slowly worked my cockhead deeper and deeper into Marci, always withdrawing until I nearly popped out. Marci’s moans, punctuated with high-pitched, muffled gasps, indicated Veronica was working the clamps.
I pushed in deeper, then backed out several times, never inserting more than half my cock at a thrust.
Marci moaned as I pumped her, thrusting her hips back to meet me. I refrained from penetrating deeper, withdrawing to build her anticipation. Her moans increased in pitch. She raised her head and cried, “Jenny, fuck me now!” Immediately, she resumed licking Veronica.
I didn’t accede to her command right away. I kept up my maddening half-thrusts as I caught Veronica’s eye. Her arm moved, I assumed to get a tight grip on the chain. At a nod from her, I thrust deep into Marci.
She screamed as I filled her. I thrust into her again and again, proudly and vigorously fucking her as fast as I could. Her orgasm started immediately. Veronica’s smile tightened cruelly as her forearm jerked.
Marci’s orgasmic moans merged with gasps of pain. Her entire body spasmed. “AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!” she screamed, unable to keep her mouth to Veronica.
I thrust into her as hard as I could, grasping her hips to pull her into me, gaining the deepest possible penetration. I leaned forward again and rolled my middle finger over clit.
Marci immediately screamed as another orgasm built in her.
Veronica caught my eye and when I thrust into her, I saw her yank the chain.
Marci went wild. She pushed her upper body with her arms and twisted her hips. Her hair flew from side to side as her head tossed about. She screamed, “Oh! Oh! Ow! My nipples!”
Was she trying to escape? I pressed my chest to her back, controlling her with my weight and sunk my teeth into the back of her neck. Such temerity from an Auxiliary!
Marci sobbed, “I yield! I yield to you both!” She bent down, reclaiming Veronica’s sex with her lips.
Veronica smiled triumphantly. She repeatedly thrust her hips toward Marci’s lips.
Releasing her neck, I continued fucking Marci, sliding my thick cock in and out of her, varying the pace and twisting my hips to change the angle.
Marci thrust back at me a couple of times, still licking her female lover once again.
I dropped my hands from Marci’s waist to her upper thighs, sliding them around to the front so I could rub her pussy lips as I fucked her. That felt wild! If I pressed my palms towards each other a compressor pussy lips against my prick.
Marci rhythmically squeezed Veronica’s big breasts, rubbing her thumbs up and down over both nipples. All the while, her mouth remain pressed to Veronica’s pussy lips.
Veronica rolled her head back, thrust her hips toward Marci’s mouth, then screamed loud and long. “AAAWHOOOOOO! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her head rolled from side to side. Spittle flew from her mouth. Her hips twitched again and again, finally subsiding. “Oh, oh,” she moaned, grinning contentedly.
Marci never stopped licking Veronica and I never stopped fucking Marci. I loved fucking her while she ate Veronica’s pussy so avidly. My prick throbbed, nearly always on edge.
“Jenny’s served you well, do you agree, Marci?”
Thumbs up.
“Jenny, you may cum the next time I cum.”
“Oh, thank you, Mistress Veronica, thank you so much!” My lucky day! We three were so worked up I expected it wouldn’t be long. As I gave Marci my longest possible penetration at a steady rhythm, I kept an eye on Veronica.
Marci slid fingers into Veronica, who moaned and rolled her head from side to side in response. Veronica stretched her arms under Marci, evidently doing something with the clamps on her lover’s nipples.
Veronica caught my eye and said, “Go for it.”
I fucked Marci as hard and fast as I could, slamming my hips into her. I smiled when I saw her whole body lurch each time I pushed home. Veronica’s gasps heralded her orgasm. I clamped down to save my jism for the last possible second. Marci’s inarticulate groans mixed with ours. Veronica cried, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
I let go and bellowed as my cock spurted. Veronica’s cry, “Oh, my God!” was drowned out by Marci’s scream. “Yeeeoooowwwwww! Ohhhh! Owwwww! Ooooohhhhhh!” Her body tossed about uncontrollably. I had to apply my weight to hold her in position. Marci had no thought of pleasuring Veronica; she could only scream. Veronica had removed the nipple clamps at the moment of Marci’s orgasm!
Marci, gasping, virtually collapsed onto Veronica’s stomach as I continued to fuck her, slamming my cock into her as the last spurts filled her. “Oh, oh, oh, Ronnie,” she moaned.
Veronica lay back a very self-satisfied smile on her face. She looked down at Marci with great affection, touching he Marci’s lips with her fingertips.
I withdrew my limp cock. “Thank you so much Mistress Veronica, and Mistress Marci. That was wild!” I laid to Veronica’s left, spooning, while Marci cuddled with her on the right. The girls hugged and kissed each other passionately as I sat up to watch. I never tired of that beautiful sight.
“Oh, Ronnie, what you did to my nipples! That hurt so much when I came!” She held up one of her breast and we all looked at the nipple. Enlarged, the dark bud still bore the imprint of the clamps. “See what you did to me?” She smiled and kissed Veronica. “I loved every second of it.” They kissed again.
After more cuddling, Veronica rolled on her back and looked at me. “Jenny, you performed very well and followed my lead beautifully. But I have to ask about one thing.”
“Biting Marci’s neck?”
“Right.”
“I let it pass at the time because we were all in the grip of such a sexual passion. But whatever made you think an Auxiliary could treat a Sister so?”
“Mistress, I meant no disrespect. You had, I’m pretty sure, just done something painful to Marci’s nipples. In response she bucked and jerked so much I thought she was going to break our union. So I laid my body on her to help her stay in place, and there was her neck right by my mouth. I felt really primal, almost like a wild animal, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to nip her in the neck. It even passed through my mind that I was doing it as an extension of you, Mistress Veronica, in order to keep your lover where you commanded her to be. If there’s a penance or punishment I should endure, I certainly will.”
Veronica listened to me with great concentration, paused, then asked Marci, “How did it feel to you?
“I barely noticed it at the time because of the nipple pain. But when I felt his weight holding me and his bite reminding me that I was to do something for you, I felt comforted and cared for. At the time, it didn’t occur to me that he might be overstepping.”
Veronica nodded. “Well, it’s unusual, but you did not try to usurp my authority. Instead you reinforced it. Nevertheless, it’s unusual enough that I want you to keep it in this bedroom. It will appear in my report and the Sisters will read it, but don’t describe that to other Auxiliaries.”
“Thank you, Mistress Veronica, for your judgment and your kindness, not to mention allowing me to cum! That’s almost as rare as biting Marci’s neck.” We all laughed and shared a group hug with many kisses.
Veronica touched my cheek. “You’ve done very well today, Jenny. You served us both very well and I know you had a good time.…”
“… Yes, I sure did!”
“… I wish you the very best on your date, but I think Marci and I have given you some things to think about.”
“Yes, Jenny, I do hope you have a nice date, but I look forward to dressing you up and playing with you many times in the future.”
“One more hug, Jenny and then I want to enjoy Marci alone.”
I asked permission to undress in their room but was denied. “No, Jenny, undress in front of any of the boys Below Stairs. It’ll be embarrassing for you just to make sure you don’t get a swelled head because I let you cum.”
Thanking the Sisters once again, I went downstairs. Steffie and Tammy, two Auxiliaries I didn’t know well were there, watching a video together and masturbating. They teased me about being girly, and clapped as I did a mock striptease for them. I gave them my slightly expurgated account of serving Veronica and Marci and, frankly, basked in their admiration and envy.
The shift was soon over, we were unlocked, dressed, and crossed campus to our various dorms.
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Much to my surprise, an entirely new wrinkle developed in my life while I wasn’t looking, so to speak.
Shauna, my lab partner, and I agreed to work together on an extra credit project. We had no trouble getting permission to sign up for the lab after hours, but I had to juggle my schedule around my shifts at TDK.
The second time I had to turn down a time convenient for her, she asked, “Do you have a job or something? I’m pretty lucky, I don’t have to work.”
Not wishing to lie, I temporized. “Well, I just have some demands on my time.”
She let it go at that.
The experiment required complicated set up. Careful weighing, sterilization, even a time-lapse camera. We read about how to set up the camera and decided on a test run. We started our test at about 5 one Thursday afternoon. We agreed to meet at 10 to make sure the camera work right.
The camera passed our test, so we set it up for a three day run. As we locked up the lab, she asked me if I’d like to have a cup of coffee, adding that we could also get caffeine free drinks at night.
Taken aback, I was pleased. I didn’t take it as anything more than friendly sociability, but I usually had little to do with anyone not associated with TDK. I wondered if she knew I hung out at TDK.
In the coffee shop, sipping hot chocolate in her case and kombucha in mine, we talked about where we hailed from, how I worked during the summer to earn enough money so I didn’t have to work during school, and how she, like me an only child, didn’t have to work because of her parents generosity. We both remained socially isolated through high school.
“And I’m still hitting the books,” said Shauna. “Typical nerd, but female.”
“Well, you’re quite smart. Me? I guess you could say I’m a generic nerd.”
We both laughed. She mentioned a Bogart film showing next week on campus. Confused, not to mention conflicted, I merely said the film sounded interesting.
Soon after that we both yawned, as it was about 11:30. We laughed at ourselves and agreed we should get to sleep.
In the privacy of my dorm room, I took stock of the situation. Shauna, though neither is gorgeous nor as glamorous as the TDK Sisters, looked pretty enough, and I meant it when I said she was smart. Talking with her brought back thoughts that I hadn’t entertained since Samantha recruited me. Coming to school, I’d originally hoped to meet a nice ordinary girl, eventually marry, and be a middle-class scientist. Shauna seemed like a girl to whom a life like that might appeal.
I enjoyed my time with her and wouldn’t mind spending more. Despite my lack of social experience, I was pretty sure her mention of the upcoming film indicated a willingness to be asked out.
I dimly recalled learning in that first tumultuous weekend at TDK that dates with non-TDK women were possible, but must be arranged. There was even a procedure, to which I paid no attention, since I had no one to date at the time and my focus was getting laid at TDK. Humph! Little did I know.
Since I had a shift the next day, I headed to the Sorority early. I asked to speak with Dorothea or one of the other officers. A few moments later, Dorothea came down the steps, greeted me and led me to one furniture groupings in the huge living room.
“What’s on your mind, Jenny?” Dorothea wore tight slacks and T-shirt. “You can always come to us with your concerns, but if it’s time-consuming I may have to reschedule.” She smiled. “I have big plans for Althea tonight.”
“Well, Mistress Dorothea, I wish you both the best. I have always found you to be terrifying and awe-inspiring, and I’m sure you’ll treat Althea however you like.
“Mistress, I’m not sure you’re the correct person I should approach with this and if so let me know, but I vaguely remember that it’s possible for an Auxiliary servant to arrange permission for a date with someone not in the Sorority. Is that true, please, Mistress?”
Dorothea looked surprised. “Why, Jenny, I thought you were happy here.”
“Oh, Mistress Dorothea, I am. I like almost everything about my service, and I love some parts of it. And not just the way to occasional sex. I’ve come to like moderate spankings a lot and some of the other things that I do.”
“But …?”
I explained how Shauna and I met, how similar we were, and about her hint that she might be willing to go out with me. “Mistress, it’s very difficult for me to say what I have to say, but the idea of total honesty between the Auxiliary and the Sisters is so important.” I hesitated, then went on. “When I came to school, I figured it would marry a nice girl, a vanilla girl, ‘cause I couldn’t imagine anything else the time, and settle down, raise a family. Pretty typical.
“Well, I haven’t even thought about that since I was accepted into the TDK. But maybe that life is possible for me with someone like Shauna. Also, I don’t even know what it’s like, really, to go on a normal date. I’ve only been on one, and it wasn’t too successful at that.”
Dorothea regarded me closely. She gave no clue as to her feelings or thoughts. Her next speech was uncharacteristically hesitant. “Jenny, you’re one of the most successful recruits we’ve had in a long time. Marci, Veronica, and Samantha all have great hopes for you, not to mention Amanda, your sponsor. TDK is all about retraining males and obtaining their personal and sexual services. However,” (She raised an eyebrow in the corners of her mouth went up.) “underneath it all, believe it or not, we believe in personal responsibility and personal choice.
“If you wish to date someone not of the sorority, it must be approved by an ad hoc committee of Sisters. However, the assumption is that the date will be granted. We ask nosy questions, which I’m sure will be no surprise to you.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “I know you want to ask the girl out, and I think the question is important enough that I’ll try to form a committee right now. Go Below Stairs and wank like a good little Auxiliary. I’ll try to get a committee together.”
I thanked her, and did as she commanded.
About 20 minutes later, Kari summoned me from Below Stairs, permitting me first to put on my pants. She led me to the dining room, where I found Dorothea at her accustomed place at the head of the table, with Samantha, Marci and Veronica seated on one side. Kari and I faced the trio.
Dorothea spoke. “Our rules of procedure require these committees have an uneven number of Sisters, two of whom must be officers who do not have a particular interest in the Auxiliary making the request. Kari and I fulfill that requirement. Veronica, who will take notes, is not here as secretary, but as a Sister, together with Marci and Samantha, expressing a particular interest in Jenny. Jenny, tell the committee about Shauna and why you wish to date her.”
I explained once again, as I had to Dorothea. The Sisters exchanged glances and nods during my account. Then the questions began.
Veronica first. “What have you told her about your service to TDK?”
“Nothing, it hasn’t come up yet.”
Samantha. “Do you plan to tell her?”
“Only if it becomes necessary or she asks about it. I imagine she’ll hear about it on campus.”
“And just how do you expect to explain your involvement?” asked Marci pointedly.
“About what I said to the few people who asked me about it already. That I perform services such as food preparation, ground maintenance and janitorial duties as well as personal duties which I’m not allowed to specify.” I hesitated a moment, then added, “As a good Auxiliary member, I accept any direction the Sisters care to give me.”
Marci again. “Tell us the degree of physical intimacy that exists between you now.”
“None, Mistress Marci. I’ve not touched her, held her hand, hugged her, attempted to kiss her or anything else.”
“Should physical intimacy ever developed between you,” put in Kari with a raised eyebrow, “your cage may be detected even in a hug. Are you prepared to explain it?”
“Perhaps in a hug it could pass as an erection. If it ever got to the point where she wanted sex with me, I don’t know what would happen. I’d probably tell her I wasn’t ready for that step.”
A few more questions concerned the nature and date and time of the date.
Dorothea tapped a pencil on the table. “Jenny, your service to us in the Auxiliary is entirely voluntary. That means any time you wish to be free from your cage you have only to ask. We won’t delay, we won’t ask you for reasons, we will unlock you. Once. Permanently. You’ll be out of the Auxiliary with no hope of return. We have enough servants and can always get more.
“Though I’ve explained that drastic option to you, I sincerely hope you don’t take it. I think Amanda correctly read your deeper nature in recommending you to us. I realize an on-campus date does not constitute a lifestyle choice (Everyone smiled.), but I’m taking a long-term view.
“Sisters, are there any further questions of Jenny?”
The ladies shook their heads, so Dorothea went on. “Jenny, you are dismissed. Return Below Stairs and play with yourself like a good little wanker. If you’re fortunate enough that a Sister wishes to use you, give her your best service. The committee will vote and inform you of our decision as soon as possible.”
I rose and curtsied. “I thank you all for considering my request. I also appreciate that you did so on such short notice and that you seem genuinely concerned with my welfare. I await your decision.”
Back Below Stairs, I experienced more than the usual difficulty in getting it up. The whole attraction to Shauna, with a more ‘normal’ social trajectory, disturbed and attracted me. Discussing it with the committee especially Veronica, Marci and Sam, brought home the other side — what I’d probably miss if I went to a vanilla lifestyle.
A bit more than 10 minutes later, Kari returned and escorted me, once again fully dressed, back to the dining room table. Dorothea spoke for the committee. “Jenny, your date is approved. We all wish you well and to have a good time. You are to submit a full report in writing to the members of this committee within 24 hours of the end of the date. Should you be turned down for the date, which we hope does not occur, you will likewise let the committee know. Again, good luck and have fun. You are dismissed back Below Stairs.”
I thanked the committee, and returned. I realized with some dismay that I would not be able to ask Shauna out until the next day, Saturday, because I’d be in TDK, serving the women, until after 11 pm.
Shauna and I met by appointment at 11 o’clock Saturday am to set up the next phase of our experiment, giving me a perfect opportunity to ask her out. To my consternation, I felt tongue-tied when the time came, despite practicing several times back in my dorm.
“Um … Shauna …”
“Yes?”
“Ah … I was wondering if … um … You’d like to go to that French noir film. Friday night. With me, I mean.”
Shauna smiled, but I couldn’t tell if she was pleased that I asked her out, or amused by my clumsy approach. “Why, yes, Jerry. I’d like to see the film and I’m sure we’ll have a good time together.”
We checked the time of the show and agreed on the time I would pick her up at her dorm.
I thought it would be natural to go get a cup of coffee after finishing with the experiment, but I suddenly felt nervous. Seemed that once we made the date, I’d be nervous until it happened. We went back to our dorms, and I thought about that nervousness.
During the next week, Shauna and I met once to dismantle the experiment, ‘cause it was done. At that meeting and at the regular lab, we stuck to business, but we smiled at each other more than we had in previous weeks.
I had a couple of shifts at TDK and discovered the word was out. “Jenny’s got a date, Jenny’s got a date.” “Jenny and Shauna up in a tree k .. i .. s .. s .. i .. n ..g …” Followed me every time I walked in the hallway. I just laughed. What did I expect?
My friends in the Auxiliary, especially the more experienced ones, urged caution. Nicola was particularly blunt. “Jenny, you’ve turned something on in your life. Ask yourself if you like serving the women, if you like the mostly one-sided sex they provide, the spankings and other pain you receive, and the teasing. I know there’s aspects you don’t like, most of us don’t like getting butt fucked or our balls busted, but we take the good with the bad. That’s no different than anyone else, if you think about it. But in our case, it seems like the good is better and the bad is extreme. My point is we’re adjusted to that, we like enough of it to keep coming back, and I don’t think you can walk away from it for the rest of your life. Who knows? Perhaps Shauna is a natural born dominant but a sleeper, though it’s unlikely.
Bethie took a more gentle approach. “I’m your friend, Jenny, and I hope you have a great time in your date. I think you should be careful how deeply involved you get and how fast. I think you might develop a close relationship here, like I have with Vivian. But I’ll support you whatever you do, and I’m willing to talk things through with you whenever you like.”
My trio of tormentors also had interesting reactions.
I arrived for a Monday afternoon shift to find Samantha lying in wait for me. She sat by the door and greeted me as soon as I knocked. She unlocked me and took the cage, placing it in my cubby Below Stairs. She led me up to her room. I watched her long, slim legs and tried to see all the way up her miniskirt on the stairs. Once in her room, she sat in a chair by her makeup mirror.
Under her watchful eye, I erected as I played with my cockhead. She then took over, cupping my balls in one hand and stroking my shaft with the other.
“I hope you have a marvelous time on your date, Jenny. At our committee meeting, I reserved some questions for now. Is Shauna as pretty as me?”
“No, not even close,” I said with a grin.
“As sexy?”
I snorted. “No way.”
“Will she give you a nice, slow, hand job like this?” She stroked me slowly with a tight grip. “Oh, I forgo it! She can’t! You’ll be in your cage the whole time. Kinda puts the lid on the old sex motive for dating, doesn’t it?”
“Mr. Samantha, everything you say is true. But I asked her to a movie, not to share my life or even go to bed.”
“But you feel sexually and personally attracted to her.”
“Yes, but it feels different than what I feel towards the women here. In the vanilla world, lust is acknowledged, but not rampant. One night stands, friends with benefits, relationships. Here in TDK, lust is encouraged, enhanced, and in the case of the males, extraordinarily frustrated. I admit I like submitting to the control, or I couldn’t stay here. So time will tell.”
Samantha stopped her stroking and looked up at me. “Fair enough, and you explained yourself well at the meeting. I gotta tell you, I want your experiment to fail. I think your a true submissive and you won’t be happy unless a woman controls you. To remind you of this, I’m going to spank you. Take off your panties and get over my lap.” She uncrossed her legs and patted her thighs as an invitation.
I lay across her and she tucked my dick between her thighs. She rubbed and squeezed my buns before commencing the spanking, fitting her curved palm to my cheeks with light to moderate strokes. She covered my whole bum and the backs of my thighs. She reached between my legs and gave me a few squeezes. “So you want a vanilla girlfriend. I doubt she knows you as well as I do.” She emphasized this point with a couple of harder slaps, then returned to the slow-paced, moderate spanking.
So far, despite her words, Sam’s spanking was entirely pleasurable. More so after next command, to raise my hips. She gave my cock several strokes and squeezes, and then went back to the spanking.
“Admit it, boy. You like being spanked like this don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress Samantha, I do.”
“And just how will you introduce the subject of submission and spanking to your vanilla friend?”
“I haven’t thought that far, Mistress Samantha. I don’t know that it’ll ever be necessary.”
“What, you? Always thinking ahead? Figured how to get an advantage in the contest to join the Auxiliary?” She smacked me quite a bit harder.
“Really, I hadn’t. After I decided to ask her out, I needed permission from here, so I wasn’t really thinking that far ahead.”
“Wow! She’s already got you so dazzled you can’t even think straight. I thought that was our department — after all, we are the femmes fatale.” Another flurry of harder blows. “Raise that ass up.”
Again, she reached between my legs and played with my cock. “Edge for me, Jenny.”
Bent over as I was, I found it difficult to edge, especially since I hadn’t edged yet today. I concentrated on the pleasure in my cock, but I still felt far from an orgasm, so no edge. Sam helped me out.
“Do you think your new girlfriend will do this for you?” She whispered in my ear. “Some girls fool around a lot on the first date; maybe you’ll be lucky. Well, that is if you’re out of your cage. But, if she was willing and horny, you could hug her and kiss her. You could feel her breasts and squeeze her butt cheeks. You could use all the skills you learned here to please her. You’d make her feel better than anyone ever did. You probably make her feel so good that she be ready to let you take off her panties and fuck her. Wouldn’t that gratify you? Make you feel like a big strong man? Seducing a vanilla girl using the skills you learned here?
“She’ll be innocent, yet ready to go, eager for your cock. She’ll reach down, and feel a big hard bulge. She might wonder why it doesn’t stick up, but it would feel nice and hard. Then you have to make up a story. How you’re not ready to go all the way. How much you respect her. How much you don’t want to rush into something. You reach for her panties and tell her how good you can make her feel with your fingers and mouth while she remains a virgin. Confused, she accepts, and soon you bury your head between her legs.”
“You give her the first orgasms she’s ever had with anyone else. She’s thrilled! Never felt anything like it. She hugs you and kisses you and murmurs that she’s yours for the taking.”
I interrupted, “At the edge.”
“Good. Tell me each time you edge.” Sam continued her story. “You come up with another lame excuse … I know … Your religious scruples won’t let you fuck before marriage. That’s what you say, ‘fuck before marriage,’ religious and crude at the same time.” She stroked me extra fast.
“Edging again.”
“She says she’s confused by that but she’s grateful you showed her so much sexual pleasure. She tells you she’s never played with a cock, but she’d like to use her hand and mouth to make you feel as good as you made her. Just think. You got a virgin ready to suck your cock. And what can you do about it?”
“Edging, Sam.”
Gleefully, she said, “Nothing! You don’t dare do anything. The chance of a lifetime, never to be repeated. Your cock is so hard in the cage that it hurts, but you can’t do anything about it, and you’re not ready to tell her about it.’
“Oh, Sam.”
“Your attempt to graciously turn her down sounds lame even to you. Much to your surprise, she sits up. You are rolling around together in her dorm bed, but now her eyes snap. ‘You’re a louse!’ she says. She tugs your upper arm and pushes your shoulder. In an instant, your over her lap. She slaps your bum for a few moments, then grabs her hair brush from the bedside table.” Sam suited her actions to her words. She smacked my butt hard with that hairbrush. “She spanks like a natural. ‘Take that you … vag-tease!’” Sam and I both giggled at her neologism. A few more hard spanks and Sam said, “She then pushes you onto the floor and says, ‘Get lost, loser!’ You mumble apologies, pull yourself together and leave. You realize, as you slink back to the dorm, that you found the vanilla girl of your dreams, and lost every chance of having any kind of relationship with her all at the same time.”
I moved to a kneeling position from the floor where she’d pushed me, eyeing her warily. To my surprise, her eyes shone, and she smiled. “That was fun! I had no idea what I was going with that when I started. A vag-tease. What a concept.” She patted the bed next to her.
I sat next to her, looking at her quizzically.
“You are such fun to tease, Jenny.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it. To my surprise, she kissed me.
I returned the kiss and got so excited I covered my cockhead and her hand with precum. We lay together on the bed hugging and kissing.
Samantha broke the kiss and propped her head on her hand, looking at me. “I may not see you before your date, and I truly hope that you have a good time. If you have any doubts whether you belong in the Auxiliary, I hope you can resolve them, whatever the outcome. Now, though, I want to give you something to motivate you to stay with us.” With that, she took my cock in her mouth, sliding up and down, applying suction.
I lay back to enjoy the rare privilege. Sam’s lips on my cock felt so good. I edged right away and told her. The gleaming eyes met mine, her lips forming a grin around my cock — a cock-filled version of her TDK. She brought me to the edge twice more, then kissed my lips.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Pointing to her clean-shaven pussy, she said, “My turn.”
I licked and fingered her to three orgasms before she dismissed me.
I thanked her for allowing me to serve, and she again wished me well on my date. I went back Below Stairs.
I didn’t remain there very long. Marci stepped into the doorway and beckoned to me. I followed her upstairs to find Veronica waiting in their bedroom. Veronica peremptorily told me to get into my maid uniform. I did so, beginning by making a show of seductiveness as I’d been trained. Veronica told me simply to get dressed, so it took less time than usual.
Veronica, in a take-charge mood, said, “I’m going to enjoy Marci. You are to assist me and anticipate my needs.” With that, she sat on the bed, holding out a hand to Marci, who joined her. They kissed.
I saw water bottles on the women’s makeup counter. I sidled around the edge of the bed to the closet to find their toy bag. I carried it back to Veronica’s bedside table. There were always a few toys in the drawer, so I eased it open.
By now the lovers, still fully clothed, lay full-length on the bed caressing and kissing. Both wore tight short skirts and blouses. Four high heels waved in the air at the foot of the bed. I grinned. Here was a need I anticipated. I gently gripped each ankle and removed the shoes. The two beauties writhed together, Veronica throwing a leg over Marci’s hips. Their skirts bunched up, revealing their lacy stockings and panties, opaque black for Marci and lacy white for Veronica. I reached under my uniform skirt to grasp my penis as I enjoyed the sexy sight.
Marci sat up on the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. I moved behind her and helped her untuck, then grasped her shoulders and whisked the garment off her back. Veronica required the same service. They lay back down, kissing again. Marci buried her hands in Veronica’s luxurious red hair.
Marci, as enamored of Veronica’s lush breasts as I, kept squeezing and patting and kissing the upper slopes. She un-clasped the bra and Veronica drew one arm out. I watched for an opportunity when the opposite arm was free and tugged the garment out of the way. Marci impatiently shrugged her way out of her own bra, without even unfastening it. I put it over a chair with her blouse.
Similarly for the skirts. The women unbuckled and unzipped, allowing their moving legs to work the skirts down. As soon as I practically could I, whisked them both off.
The two beautiful women had me dripping. Nevertheless, I was anxious. What would Veronica need next? Anticipation came easy while they got rid of inconvenient clothing, but only the panties remained.
I gathered a few items from the bedside drawer and the toy bag, placing them on the bedside table or the nearby desk.
Marci tenderly held one of Veronica’s breasts in both hands, kneading the soft globe. She avidly sucked on the nipple.
The sight brought me to a dripping edge, staining my panties and even the uniform skirt.
Veronica rolled her head back and sighed. Her hand probed between Marci’s thighs. A few moments later and the waistband over one of Marci’s hips slid down to the thigh.
I, ever the faithful servant, grasped the nylon garment and slipped it down Marci’s legs. Veronica raised her own hips and lowered her panties enough so I could get them.
The aroused women wasted no time slipping fingers deep inside each other.
Marci’s lips, once they claimed Veronica’s nipple, had yet to release it. Veronica tenderly put a hand under Marci’s chin and raised her up for a long, passionate kiss. Then Veronica kissed and sucked Marci’s conical breast with its dark puffy nipple. Veronica reached a hand toward me.
I removed two pair of nipple clamps from Veronica’s drawer, a light adjustable pair, and a heavier pair with wicked, wavy jaws. Which pair did the redhead want? Or perhaps a slapper. I felt the heavy clamps were in line with her attitude, so that’s what I placed in her hand.
Veronica flashed me a brief smile, then shook the chain that joined the two clips. Marci’s eyes widened in her mouth formed an O. She lay supine, pushing her chest up for Veronica’s convenience. She gazed up at her lover with total admiration and submission.
With a tight smile and shining eyes locked on to Marci’s, Veronica worked the clips a couple of times, letting them snap audibly right near Marci’s nipples.
When the first one closed, Marci gasped and her ankles drummed on the bed.
Veronica kissed her lover and pulled the chain, enough to distort the shape of Marci’s right breast. Then, still kissing, she closed the other clamp on the waiting nipple, smothering Marci’s gasp with a kiss.
After the kiss, Veronica sat up. She held the nipple clamp chain loosely in her hand, an expectant grin across her wide mouth. She tugged the chain, pulling Marci’s breasts until they looked like Hershey’s kisses.
I bunched my skirt up and tugged my panties aside to stroke myself.
Marci gasped and arched her back, vainly attempting to relieve the pressure. However, the clamps tightened with a pull of the chain. Marci bit her lip and her eyes flashed. Veronica laughed.
Veronica laughed as she yanked the clamps from side to side. Marci moaned, twisting and turning, perforce following the chain.
After a few moments, Veronica relented. She gently lowered the chain to Marci’s chest, where it nestled between her taut breasts. Veronica kissed Marci, digging her long fingernails into her lover’s tender cones.
Marci cried out. She kept wary eyes on Veronica’s face, gasping to regain her breath.
Veronica, breathing deeply, raised her eyebrows and slid her hands down Marci’s body across her hips and onto her upper thighs. Her palms went between Marci’s legs and gently parted them. Veronica’s forefingers pressured Marci’s cuntlips so they protruded.
I felt equal parts of wild arousal and awe at the way Veronica gave Marci pain and pleasure as an expression of their love.
Veronica’s gentle ministrations quickly changed the nature of Marci’s gasps. Deeper in pitch, and longer-lasting, they had no hint of pain or desperation. Her eyes shone, and I noticed her pussy lips were damp.
Veronica covered Marci’s pussy with one hand, then began lightly slapping with the two middle fingers.
Marcie grinned and said, “You know I love this, sweetie.”
Veronica kissed her again. Her pussy slaps sounded more crisp. Veronica raised her hand and slapped in earnest. Marci spread her legs and gasped in response. Veronica held out a hand towards me. Anticipating her as I’ve been told, I already had the slapper ready. I placed the handle in Veronica’s open palm. Smack, smack, smack! Veronica slapped Marci’s mound, allowing the slapper to rest against her inflamed pussy after each stroke.
Marci gasped with each blow, pumping her hips to rise and meet the descending leather. “Oh, oh!” Marci’s cries rose in pitch and volume. Veronica grasped the nipple chain and tugged it sharply in time with the slapper.
Marci grunted and moaned, no longer raising her hips, but writhing, clearly in pain. Still the slapper rose and fell, the breasts alternately pulled taut and released. Marci’s moans of pain merged with the gasps of an orgasm, an erotic sound I’d never heard the likes of. Cumming from pain.
As Marci came off her peak, Veronica lessened the force of her blows and dropped the chain. She straddled Marci. “Show me your gratitude, girl,” Veronica growled.
Stroking my cock, I moved to get an excellent view between Veronica’s thighs. Her pussy, exposed by her spread legs, glistened.
Marci gripped Veronica’s thighs near the top and glued her lips to her lover’s pussy.
I moved to see the effect on Veronica. Eyes closed, she breathed easily through her mouth, rocking her hips to control the angle of Marci’s cuntlicking. The slapper rose and fell unceasingly. Veronica lowered her hips, allowing Marci’s head to rest on the bed. She rocked her hips forward. “Lick me. Rim me! Clean my asshole! That’s it, lick me and show me you mean it.”
Oozing precum, I switched to the rear view again. Marci’s cute nose was pressed to Veronica’s crack, the motion of her cheeks showing how vigorously she obeyed her lover. Without removing her lips, Marci moaned, “I love you!”
When Veronica changed the tilt of her pelvis, she stopped barking orders. Instead she hummed contentedly, then began gasping and finally screamed as she came. She discarded the slapper and the two beauties writhed on the bed, affording me the sight of a most delightful 69.
Stroking myself avidly, I looked sometimes at their bodies together and sometimes between each pair of legs. The girls’ moans reached a very erotic, though muffled, joint crescendo. Pussy smell permeated the room.
They rolled sideways and Marci switched so they hugged and kissed face to face. They tenderly caressed each other’s cheeks and whispered words of love to each other. I withdrew to the foot of the bed to respect their intimacy.
Veronica brought her gaze around to meet mine. She pointed behind her head to the pillows. I gathered them up, plumped them, and propped them behind her head. Smiling, Veronica spread her legs and gently pushed Marci down to begin more oral service.
Marci smiled up at Veronica, kissed and licked her pussy, looked back up at her lover and said, “I love you, Ronnie.” With that, she locked her lips and went to work. Veronica winked at me, then closed her eyes and caressed Marci’s head. For her part, Marci’s hands roamed all over Veronica’s large breasts and aroused nipples.
I kept stroking myself, my precum making a crackling noise when my forefinger rolled over my tip. Veronica’s gasps of ecstasy soon drowned out my auditory contribution. Marci plunged two fingers into Veronica’s pussy, making her flex her hips, moan, gasp, and finally scream. “Oh, Marci, you lick me so good! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She pressed Marci’s face to her hips, clearly not ready to stop. “Doggie, head down,” she commanded.
Marci obeyed instantly, never removing her lips from Veronica’s pussy.
I got behind Marci and crouched down. Veronica asked, “Do you like the view, Jenny?”
“Yeah, I sure do! What a beautiful and sexy site!”
“Tell us what you see.”
“I see two, no, three of Marci’s fingers slipping in and out of your pussy, right below her lips as she sucks and licks your clit. I see Marci’s thighs, open and spread, giving me a beautiful view of her pussy, dripping wet, both sets of lips fully exposed. I see Marci’s clit poking out of its hood. Oh, Veronica, Marci’s pussy looks like it needs some attention. I would be most happy to pleasure her in any way you desire.”
“Hmmm…. There’s an idea. I intended to enjoy Marci alone, but perhaps I can share her a bit. Use your fingers.”
Grinning, I palmed Marci’s dripping slit, rubbing back and forth gently. My fingers rasped over her clit.
Marci mumbled. I think she said, “Feels great!” She spread her legs a bit more and thrust her hips back toward me.
I slapped her pussy with my palm a couple of times as Veronica had, but nowhere near as hard as she. I knew better than to deliberately hurt one of the TDK Sisters! Instead, I slipped two fingers into her dampness and wriggled them vigorously. I covered that hand with my other one and managed to rub her clit directly, but found the position awkward.
Marci’s grunts and groans indicated she didn’t care it was awkward for me or not; she liked it. Nor had she slackened her efforts with Veronica. Her mouth remained glued to Veronica’s sex.
Veronica clutched Marci’s hand to her breast and cradled her head. Approaching another orgasm, she emitted a series of staccato cries. “Oh, oh, oh yes!” Her hips flexed strongly at the peak. She opened her eyes and shared a grin with me. She looked down at Marci, eyes filled with deep affection. “How about you, Marci? Are Jenny’s fingers enough or would you like some other kind of service?”
“Please, Veronica, may have the nipple clamps off? They’re very distracting.”
“That’s what they’re for, honey. You need to cum despite that constant stinging, irritating, maddening background. Shall I have Jenny stimulate you in a different way?”
“Yes, please, Veronica.”
I felt lucky — something good was going to happen. I also felt a form of awe. I’d never seen so deeply into the relationship between the two women. I knew Veronica was a leader and could be very sadistic, but I’d never seen her control Marci as she was now. Marci sounded almost like an Auxiliary.
“Jenny, I don’t want you to get too many ideas. But if you stand behind her, I bet you can dry hump her. Slide the top of your cock up and down her slit.”
I liked that! I slowly removed my fingers and gently patted her dampness. My back rejoiced when I got out of my crouch. I gripped Marci’s tiny waist and maneuvered my prick to slide back and forth where it would do her the most good.
Veronica warned, “Jenny, you’re as close to fucking Marci as it’s possible to get without actually doing it. You are not to “accidentally” slip inside her. To do so will earn my extreme displeasure.” Her steely eyes held mine.
“Yes, Mistress Veronica, I won’t disobey, though I would love to,” I said with a grin.
The position, while more comfortable than crouching and awkwardly placing my hands, still left poor Marci understimulated. My cock was at its full length and hardness, but it’s not made for lifting weights. To really do Marci any good, she needed some upward pressure. I leaned forward, giving my arms extra length and reached over to push my cock up against Marci’s slit and clit.
Marci’s moans showed that this was more effective. For time we only heard the moans and exclamations of pleasure. Marci’s mouth got Veronica on the rise to another orgasm, but Marci continued to lag behind.
“Oh, Marci, you’re wonderful! I’m cumming again!” She gasped and moaned, twisting Marci’s hair. When she calmed down, she looked up at me. “Jenny, do you like dry humping Marci?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress. Anyway I can give you both pleasure is fine with me.”
“Do you find it frustrating?”
“Oh, no, Mistress Veronica. It’s not frustrating at all to rub the least sensitive part of my cock against the wet, open pussy of a woman whom I adore. Not frustrating. Never. I haven’t once thought how close I am to actually fucking. In fact, until you mentioned it, I it never occurred to me this might be frustrating.”
“You never thought how easy it would be to pop right into her?”
I laughed. “I thought I do not want to incur your wrath, Mistress Veronica.”
“You are wise. How about you, Marci? Is the dry humping enough to overcome the distraction of the nipple clamps?”
“Ronnie, I have to say it’s not doing the trick. I’m not sure it would be stimulating enough even without the nipple clamps. May I please have more stimulation?”
“Why, Marci. I’m surprised at you. You came when I slapped you, you came when I licked you. I thought you like the occasional cock to spice things up. Is Jenny’s technique failing?”
“No, Veronica, is doing as well as he can. But it just isn’t enough. Please, I think I’m at least as frustrated as Jenny.”
“Jenny,” Veronica put in sharply, “keep on as you are and don’t do anything different unless I tell you.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Marci, honey, there really isn’t much stimulation left unless you’d like Jenny to fuck you. Is that what you’d like?”
I caught my breath, hardly daring to hope.
Marci mouthed, “Yes, yes!” into Veronica’s pussy.
“What’s that you say? I can understand you.”
Marci mumbled again, louder.
Exasperated, Veronica snapped, “You can take your lips from my pussy long enough to talk, girl.”
Marci gasped, “Please, Veronica, let Jenny fuck me.”
My hope soared despite my inner warning. Who knows what devilment these girls were up to?
“Say it like this, dear. ‘Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.’”
“Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“Louder.”
“Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“I want Dorothea on the third floor to know that you’re being fucked.”
Marci took a deep breath and shouted, “Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
“That was good. But I know Jenny likes status with the other Auxiliaries. Ask for it loudly enough that the boys wanking Below Stairs will know that Jenny’s going to get it at last.”
I laughed at her accurate characterization of the rivalry among we boys — and I began to hope I’d enter Marci again.
Marci stood up and filled her lungs before bellowing, “Please, Veronica, I want Jenny to fuck me.”
Want to feel like a stud? Have a beautiful girl announce to the whole house that she wants you to fuck her. My cock swelled and dripped. I think my upper head did, too. Throughout this exchange, I kept plowing the furrow of Marci’s slit.
“Well, Jenny, this is your lucky afternoon. Marci, I grant your wish, since you asked so nicely and loudly. But Jenny, there’s a condition.”
“A conditional male sexual activity at TDK. Who ever heard of such a thing?”
Veronica laughed. “Boys like you are such unruly creatures you need a woman to control you. Since Marci requested the privilege for her pleasure, I require a penance from you in the future. The evening after your date you will serve dinner in your maid uniform to any of the sisters who wish to partake. Will you fulfill my condition?”
“Yes, Mistress Veronica, and thank you so much.”
“Marci, enjoy your fuck with Jenny. I will be watching his performance carefully and critically. Jenny, if you give a superior performance and pleasure my lover as she deserves, I may grant you permission to cum.”
“Oh, Mistress Veronica, you and Marci always get my very best efforts.”
“Are you ready, Marci?”
“Yes! Yes! Let him fuck me already!” Her lips reclaimed Veronica’s pussy.
Veronica grasped the nipple clamp chain. “All right, Jenny, enter her now and fuck her as a well as you can.”
Finally! I set up and gripped Marci’s hips just below the waist. A slight twist to my hips and my inflamed cockhead slipped between her labia. Oh, that felt good! I groaned aloud. I wanted so much to plunge all the way into her, but I forced myself to rock back and forth gently, fucking her with just the tip of my cock. I took in a beautiful sight. My cock alternately appeared and disappeared behind Marci’s smooth ass, Marci with her face buried between Veronica’s thighs and Veronica clutching a breast with one hand, while the other controlled the chain, out of my sight below Marci.
I slowly worked my cockhead deeper and deeper into Marci, always withdrawing until I nearly popped out. Marci’s moans, punctuated with high-pitched, muffled gasps, indicated Veronica was working the clamps.
I pushed in deeper, then backed out several times, never inserting more than half my cock at a thrust.
Marci moaned as I pumped her, thrusting her hips back to meet me. I refrained from penetrating deeper, withdrawing to build her anticipation. Her moans increased in pitch. She raised her head and cried, “Jenny, fuck me now!” Immediately, she resumed licking Veronica.
I didn’t accede to her command right away. I kept up my maddening half-thrusts as I caught Veronica’s eye. Her arm moved, I assumed to get a tight grip on the chain. At a nod from her, I thrust deep into Marci.
She screamed as I filled her. I thrust into her again and again, proudly and vigorously fucking her as fast as I could. Her orgasm started immediately. Veronica’s smile tightened cruelly as her forearm jerked.
Marci’s orgasmic moans merged with gasps of pain. Her entire body spasmed. “AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!” she screamed, unable to keep her mouth to Veronica.
I thrust into her as hard as I could, grasping her hips to pull her into me, gaining the deepest possible penetration. I leaned forward again and rolled my middle finger over clit.
Marci immediately screamed as another orgasm built in her.
Veronica caught my eye and when I thrust into her, I saw her yank the chain.
Marci went wild. She pushed her upper body with her arms and twisted her hips. Her hair flew from side to side as her head tossed about. She screamed, “Oh! Oh! Ow! My nipples!”
Was she trying to escape? I pressed my chest to her back, controlling her with my weight and sunk my teeth into the back of her neck. Such temerity from an Auxiliary!
Marci sobbed, “I yield! I yield to you both!” She bent down, reclaiming Veronica’s sex with her lips.
Veronica smiled triumphantly. She repeatedly thrust her hips toward Marci’s lips.
Releasing her neck, I continued fucking Marci, sliding my thick cock in and out of her, varying the pace and twisting my hips to change the angle.
Marci thrust back at me a couple of times, still licking her female lover once again.
I dropped my hands from Marci’s waist to her upper thighs, sliding them around to the front so I could rub her pussy lips as I fucked her. That felt wild! If I pressed my palms towards each other a compressor pussy lips against my prick.
Marci rhythmically squeezed Veronica’s big breasts, rubbing her thumbs up and down over both nipples. All the while, her mouth remain pressed to Veronica’s pussy lips.
Veronica rolled her head back, thrust her hips toward Marci’s mouth, then screamed loud and long. “AAAWHOOOOOO! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her head rolled from side to side. Spittle flew from her mouth. Her hips twitched again and again, finally subsiding. “Oh, oh,” she moaned, grinning contentedly.
Marci never stopped licking Veronica and I never stopped fucking Marci. I loved fucking her while she ate Veronica’s pussy so avidly. My prick throbbed, nearly always on edge.
“Jenny’s served you well, do you agree, Marci?”
Thumbs up.
“Jenny, you may cum the next time I cum.”
“Oh, thank you, Mistress Veronica, thank you so much!” My lucky day! We three were so worked up I expected it wouldn’t be long. As I gave Marci my longest possible penetration at a steady rhythm, I kept an eye on Veronica.
Marci slid fingers into Veronica, who moaned and rolled her head from side to side in response. Veronica stretched her arms under Marci, evidently doing something with the clamps on her lover’s nipples.
Veronica caught my eye and said, “Go for it.”
I fucked Marci as hard and fast as I could, slamming my hips into her. I smiled when I saw her whole body lurch each time I pushed home. Veronica’s gasps heralded her orgasm. I clamped down to save my jism for the last possible second. Marci’s inarticulate groans mixed with ours. Veronica cried, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
I let go and bellowed as my cock spurted. Veronica’s cry, “Oh, my God!” was drowned out by Marci’s scream. “Yeeeoooowwwwww! Ohhhh! Owwwww! Ooooohhhhhh!” Her body tossed about uncontrollably. I had to apply my weight to hold her in position. Marci had no thought of pleasuring Veronica; she could only scream. Veronica had removed the nipple clamps at the moment of Marci’s orgasm!
Marci, gasping, virtually collapsed onto Veronica’s stomach as I continued to fuck her, slamming my cock into her as the last spurts filled her. “Oh, oh, oh, Ronnie,” she moaned.
Veronica lay back a very self-satisfied smile on her face. She looked down at Marci with great affection, touching he Marci’s lips with her fingertips.
I withdrew my limp cock. “Thank you so much Mistress Veronica, and Mistress Marci. That was wild!” I laid to Veronica’s left, spooning, while Marci cuddled with her on the right. The girls hugged and kissed each other passionately as I sat up to watch. I never tired of that beautiful sight.
“Oh, Ronnie, what you did to my nipples! That hurt so much when I came!” She held up one of her breast and we all looked at the nipple. Enlarged, the dark bud still bore the imprint of the clamps. “See what you did to me?” She smiled and kissed Veronica. “I loved every second of it.” They kissed again.
After more cuddling, Veronica rolled on her back and looked at me. “Jenny, you performed very well and followed my lead beautifully. But I have to ask about one thing.”
“Biting Marci’s neck?”
“Right.”
“I let it pass at the time because we were all in the grip of such a sexual passion. But whatever made you think an Auxiliary could treat a Sister so?”
“Mistress, I meant no disrespect. You had, I’m pretty sure, just done something painful to Marci’s nipples. In response she bucked and jerked so much I thought she was going to break our union. So I laid my body on her to help her stay in place, and there was her neck right by my mouth. I felt really primal, almost like a wild animal, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to nip her in the neck. It even passed through my mind that I was doing it as an extension of you, Mistress Veronica, in order to keep your lover where you commanded her to be. If there’s a penance or punishment I should endure, I certainly will.”
Veronica listened to me with great concentration, paused, then asked Marci, “How did it feel to you?
“I barely noticed it at the time because of the nipple pain. But when I felt his weight holding me and his bite reminding me that I was to do something for you, I felt comforted and cared for. At the time, it didn’t occur to me that he might be overstepping.”
Veronica nodded. “Well, it’s unusual, but you did not try to usurp my authority. Instead you reinforced it. Nevertheless, it’s unusual enough that I want you to keep it in this bedroom. It will appear in my report and the Sisters will read it, but don’t describe that to other Auxiliaries.”
“Thank you, Mistress Veronica, for your judgment and your kindness, not to mention allowing me to cum! That’s almost as rare as biting Marci’s neck.” We all laughed and shared a group hug with many kisses.
Veronica touched my cheek. “You’ve done very well today, Jenny. You served us both very well and I know you had a good time.…”
“… Yes, I sure did!”
“… I wish you the very best on your date, but I think Marci and I have given you some things to think about.”
“Yes, Jenny, I do hope you have a nice date, but I look forward to dressing you up and playing with you many times in the future.”
“One more hug, Jenny and then I want to enjoy Marci alone.”
I asked permission to undress in their room but was denied. “No, Jenny, undress in front of any of the boys Below Stairs. It’ll be embarrassing for you just to make sure you don’t get a swelled head because I let you cum.”
Thanking the Sisters once again, I went downstairs. Steffie and Tammy, two Auxiliaries I didn’t know well were there, watching a video together and masturbating. They teased me about being girly, and clapped as I did a mock striptease for them. I gave them my slightly expurgated account of serving Veronica and Marci and, frankly, basked in their admiration and envy.
The shift was soon over, we were unlocked, dressed, and crossed campus to our various dorms.
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