for those who totally ♥ love ♥ being a tease slave
Day 30 (it's starting to get gooooooooood!!!!!)
{I hope you're still caressing and teasing your pussy or cock. Don't you dare stop except to keep yourself from having that orgasm you desperately wish you could have. Then start again as soon as possible.}
After you and Carol leave the room, she holds you close to your heart, places her head on your shoulder, and starts crying again. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, sweet sister! My pussy will probably be sore for days! I don't even know if I can cum now! I know I want to, though. I wanna cum. I wanna pee. I wanna get fucked in my ass and my pussy for hours! But my pussy hurts!!!!!" You begin to apologize to her for having put her through Brenda's pussy punishment, but she instantly stops you, saying, "I love you. I owed you that. Besides, what's being a love slave all about if you don't surrender yourself as a play toy? All of me is a gift of love. And I know you're that way too, sweet sister slave!" You hold her in a heart-to-heart embrace and softly kiss her tears off her lovely face. After comforting her, holding each other close for a while, you walk towards the next door holding hands and exchanging deeply loving glances.
Now comes the hardest part of the morning for you and Carol. You have to do everything everyone you encounter desires sexually. Whether giving or receiving, you have no choice. And, as is often the case, you will encounter sister slaves (who are temporarily your Mistresses -- or at least, implements of Mistress's cruel form of loving) who are quite a long way from the conventional vision of beauty or sexiness.
But when you open the door, you both gasp at how lovely this sweetly curvaceous angel is, spontaneously whispering to each other, "She's beautiful!!" Our plump love goddess on the bed hears you and blushes. "You don't mean that, do you?", she asks in a quavering voice. You and Carol kneel beside the bed and gaze at her with adoration. Carol says, "You're amazing! You have a beautiful face and a sexy body! You are a very attractive and appealing woman! I would love to worship you from head to toes. I want to surrender myself to you, sweet lady...." You are about to add your own words of adoration when she surprises you both by saying...
"Everybody just wants to be with me because I have a pussy. They all just want to fuck me, not love me. I know you both are different, dear love sisters, but I have a hard time believing that anyone really can love me. I have a deeply loving heart, and I'm wonderfully creative and passionate in bed -- or anywhere! But I feel like I'm just a cunt to everybody. I was always called 'Jean, Jean the fucking machine'." Her eyes start to tear as she tries to keep from sobbing.
"That's why you see something else in my panties. I wanted to see if somebody could be my lover even if I didn't have a pussy for them to fuck." Carol is about to speak when Jean says to her, 'I know *you* love cock, even though you're a gorgeous and classy woman. You are a thousand times classier than I could ever be. Even though I am well-educated, smart, and very kind-hearted.' Carol answered, "Thank you, my love angel Jean! But I must confess that even though I am insanely horny right now, my poor little high-class suburban pussy has just been slapped and hit and abused for who knows... at least a half hour! Part of me wishes it could be left alone for a week to recover. But I also know that I would LOVE to make it hurt more if it brings your sad heart the warmth and joy it needs. I cherish and treasure you that much, sweet sister! Besides, something *in* me would at least hurt my classy cunt in a different way -- from the inside, instead of making my poor vulva take all the torment. And my cunt is aching to be filled!"
Jean gets a rather sly, mean look on her lovely face. "I can see how red and swollen your poor little tortured cunt it. It is too beautiful... and you are too beautiful, to be tormented like this. But then again, we all are, aren't we, sweet sister slave?
"But what if I didn't put this massive cock in your pussy, but instead made you rub your gorgeous cunt up and down on it until I decide you've been tormented enough to deserve getting fucked? And who knows.... I might want to stretch your cunt out with my massive cock, but I might also want to violate your sweet lovely ass with it." Carol's look of fear was also mixed with a look of loving elation at being made to suffer more. Pointing at the heart-shaped badge dangling between her softly sagging mature breasts, covering her sweet heart chakra, Carol demurely and softly replies, "I am yours, my 'Mistress of the moment' Jean. All of me is yours to delight yourself with for your amusement." Lifting the sign, exposing her heart center, she points to it, adding, "and my heart is yours too, dear angel, for I know you are being erotically tormented, too. Let's love each other through our sexual suffering. May I start rubbing my sore cunt against your gorgeous cock now, my beloved?"
Jean is astonished at Carol's depth of adoration and surrender... and her delight at the thought of putting her pussy through more punishment. Carol starts to climb onto the bed, straddling Jean's perfectly plump thighs as she puts them together, and softly sidles upward until her sore cunt touches the huge dildo. Carol lets out a yelp when her oh-so-sore vulva hits the phallus. Tears well up in her eyes as she slowly flexes at the knees to move herself up and down, sliding her cunt against the implement of erotic cruelty.
You ask Jean, "How can I serve both of you dear dreamboats with my body and heart?" Jean answers, "First get the lube from the endtable and rub some on my dong and her cunt. I want to make sure there is some pleasure in this for our poor sister Carol. I don't want to harm her adorable pussy, just to torment it in the way we all love." You grab the lube and love her cock with your hands, then softly caress Carol's luscious lower lady lips, making sure she is not only fully slippery, but also taking the opportunity to stroke and stimulate her already super-sensitive pussy. You softly kiss Carol, looking into her eyes, which both tell you how much you're increasing her pussy's agony and how much she loves you for it. She can also read in your eyes how you delight in tormenting her poor vulva, but also how you have sympathy for her, because of your love for her.
You kneel behind Carol, with Jean's luscious thighs between yours, and hug her from behind, your palms on her heart chakra. You look into Jean's lovely eyes and ask, "How may I show my love for you, sweet beautiful angel lady?" Jean's eyes show how intensely horny she is, and how Carol's humping her cock is putting pressure on Jean's pussy, but not enough to get her to cum. Jean thinks for a bit about how to lovingly torment herself... and you.
"This cock is specially designed and placed so that there's no direct pressure on my clit. Carol's rubbing my cock is turning me on, but only enough to tease the hell out of me." Carol breaks in saying, "I wish it wasn't turning me on so much. My pussy is suffering, but it also wants to hump harder so I can cum! But please don't let me cum!!!" Jean looks into Carol's tear-filled eyes, and coos, "You poor little sweetie! I love how you are giving your already tortured pussy to me. You are so full of love it's adorable! But I'll tell you a secret. It's hurting my pussy, too. I've already fucked 4 sweethearts with this massive cock. I've been relentlessly horny the whole time, but never even close to coming. My pussy is really sore, so you're giving me more than just pleasure, my beloved angel. It appears my cunt isn't in anywhere near as much agony as yours, but rest assured my cunt is hurting for you, my heart sister! I've also had a huge butt plug in me since this morning. I had an enema and a large plug put up my ass just like both of you. I've also not been permitted to pee since then, either.
"So I'm in that condition of constantly being aware of my pussy, my ass, and my bladder. They've been talking to me all morning... and they're starting to scream. Of course, I love it, but it's driving me crazy! I know you both know what that sweet erotic torture is like." She looks softly into your eyes. "What I want you to do for me is to come around on the bed, lie beside me and gaze into my eyes as we kiss softly. I want your hand to softly caress my belly and sides. A few softly fluttering tickles would help tease me and get me even more sensitive. I am wildly ticklish, but when done correctly it causes me the most beautifully erotic torment. I love it when it's just on the very edge of being too tickling -- cruel yet gentle. That makes my pussy so hot it quivers and drips uncontrollably. If I'm going to suffer in horny agony, at least I want it to be the best kind of torture: the kind that comes from being loved too much. Please come to me now, sweet angel of love!"
You get in that position, the front of your body pressed up against the length of Jean's side, as well as Carol's left leg. You prop your head up with pillows so that your head and Jean's are at the same level. Gazing softly into each others' eyes, you feel your souls softly surround and intertwine with each other. You both are also aware of Carol's loving presence, and of her erotic joy and agony, and welcome her into your lovemaking. Your right hand softly touches Jean's heart chakra with your fingertips. You and Jean start to softly yet lusciously kiss as your hand traces its way from her heart chakra to her navel to just above her cock. You slide your hand up the length of Jean's cock until you grab the head. You pull the head up away from Carol's pussy, then release it, letting it slam back into her tortured cunt. Carol lets out a closed-mouth yelp of erotic pain. She appreciates your attention and your desire to torture her cunt.
Your hand returns to exploring Jean's softly sexy belly and sides. You sense all of Jean's reactions which let you know that her belly is indeed intensely ticklish. You feel her resisting it yet welcoming it. She struggles to force her body to accept the sensations, fighting the urge to either stop the sensual assault or to pull away from your softly sadistic hand. At times she willingly torments herself by actually moving up to meet your lovingly cruel hand. You can also tell how much she is truly loving your caresses and soft tickles. Her moans and coos inside your mouth, the way her tongue dances much more urgently, her hips' slow undulations -- all point to her extreme arousal. And it's making you more aware of your body's growing needs, of how delightfully the morning's teasing, denial, tickling, bladder filling, and anal invasion have left you wonderfully sensitized to love and erotic energy.
Carol's whimpers and moans and sobs are a lovely complement to Jean's giggles and moans and gasps. Every so often, when your hand is sensitizing Jean's mons, right above her throbbing wet cunt, you grab Jean's cock and torment Carol's poor suffering cunt with it -- pulling it back and letting it smack her cunt, pushing it into her aching vulva, rubbing it side to side across her sore cunt lips.
When Jean isn't lost in her own delightful tickle torment, she either looks adoringly into your eyes or admires Carol's beautiful face and body, as well as her willingness to enjoy erotic torture. Carol's eyes both plead with Jean for her pussy's agony to cease, or to send Jean immense amounts of love and adoration, letting Jean know how much she wants to please her. Jean can sense the depth of Carol's pussy pain, trying to gauge just how much more she can stand. She also wonders how long she can endure the heavenly teasing you're showering her with. And she wonders when it's going to be YOUR turn to suffer....