Method Acting Ch. 07: Exemplar

Those who missed the sex from the last chapter should be more than satisfied here. Note that there are a lot of different kinks covered at the party that I couldn't fit in the tags.

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Dakota

Once her mistress had convinced the other dominants she was serious, they'd all drifted away. Dakota wasn't totally sure what the issue was, except that she remembered the whip crack from the day before and how much even just the sound had scared her.

While they waited for the demonstration Mistress Samira had mentioned, her mistress led her around the room to different stages. There were a number of them set up, just simple platforms so they were slightly higher than the rest of the room. A few of them had furniture on them similar to what was in Mistress Samira's basement. They walked past one stage where a man was secured to a bench, with a woman Dakota assumed was his mistress pushing a dildo in and out of his ass while another woman sat on the ground beneath him, her arms secured to the "legs" of the bench while she sucked on the bound man's cock. The mistress kept reminding the man he wasn't supposed to cum despite everything being done to him, and he managed to keep control for an impressive amount of time before letting go, which is when the domme held the other woman's head and forced her to swallow all of the man's cum.

Then they moved on to a scene like what Mistress Samira had described for her in the basement. A sawhorse that looked like it could have been grabbed off the side of the road had a woman bound to it, with her hands and legs just tied to the slats of wood. Her master, or at least the man giving her orders, stood in front of her with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, not moving. Behind her, a younger, thin man fucked her with powerful strokes.

"Lay into her you pathetic waste!" the man with his cock in the girl's mouth said, "The longer it takes you, the longer I get her ass."

Dakota couldn't understand what he meant, but Mistress Samira apparently saw her confusion and spoke quietly to her.

"Two possibilities here, I think. The man and woman may both be submissives, but also a couple. Or, the man is gay. Either way, he has a humiliation fetish, possibly a cuckold fetish as well. He's fucking the woman to make her throat move and stimulate the master's cock to orgasm. The longer it takes the master to climax, the longer the master gets with the woman later. That either means a longer period of time the man has to wait while the master uses his lover, possibly in front of him, or it means he has to wait for the master to finish using her before he'll turn his attention to the male sub."

"What... what about her?" Dakota asked.

"She's probably a switch, like your agent Eli. She gets off on being dominated, but also enjoys having power over the other man and humiliating him. If her mouth wasn't occupied, I bet she would be insulting the man's performance, the size of his member, many things," her mistress explained.

Dakota followed the jerk of the leash as she tried to figure out the headspace she would need to be in to be excited by insulting her lover or watching them be used by another person.

Across the way was a "traditional" version of the X-cross thing made with thick wooden beams. A woman in what looked like a dress Dakota might have worn for a court scene for Princess Jewel was being fastened to the cross, and Dakota wondered what would happen to the dress, but they only walked by on their way to another stage.

They stopped at a stage that had nothing on it; the platform was clear. They stood near the front of the gathering crowd. As Dakota looked around, she noticed part of the floor was fenced off with plastic barriers. It nagged at her until she remembered seeing the same barriers used sometimes when people brought toddlers to the sets. Except instead of children inside there were several subs, all of them holding their leashes. Dakota subtly nudged her Mistress and then nodded toward the playpen area.

"Some of the doms allow their subs to watch performances they aren't interested in. Those areas let people know the subs in them are claimed and awaiting their doms," Mistress Samira explained quietly.

"What... what if they leave the area Mistress Samira?" Dakota asked.

"Then it's assumed their dom abandoned them, and some other dom will take charge of them."

Dakota shuddered at that idea. She could only imagine what would happen if a random dom "claimed" her and got her to take off her mask.

She refocused when a Black couple got up on the stage. Dakota wasn't as shocked as she felt she should have been when she realized the woman was totally naked. She was trim and very athletic; her muscles were all clearly defined. Her breasts were smaller, but her dark nipples were thick and stuck out, as did the dark labia between her legs.

The man was partly dressed, though it seemed superfluous. He had on a tight athletic shirt that showed off his own muscles well enough that it might as well not have been on. He had on underwear, but there was a clear opening where his impressive member hung out. It was mostly erect and even from how far away she stood Dakota guessed it was bigger than any other cock she'd seen in person. He held something that looked like a long fluorescent lightbulb in his hand.

"That's called a violet wand," Mistress Samira murmured to her without her asking, "It's basically a lower power cattle prod."

Dakota's eyes widened as she considered the implications of that, then the man on stage barked out, "One."

Dakota was mesmerized as the woman smoothly got face down on the ground, then did a handstand into a full split. She finished looking away from the crowd, her tightly muscled ass pointing in the audience's direction.

The man stepped up and tapped the woman's stomach with the wand. Everyone watched her shudder and flex, but she held the position. When she didn't fall, the man stepped up and hooked his hands under her spread thighs.

"Oooooohhh thank you master," the woman moaned out as he slid his cock into her while she stayed in the split. He slowly pumped into her pussy five times, then pulled out and stepped back.

"Two," he called.

This time she made an arch out of her body. The audience got a view from the side. Her ass seemed to pop out as her body folded around it. The man again tapped her tummy with the wand and everyone saw the flinch and shaking. This time he slid into her pussy again and we could see the penetration and exposure of some of the bright pink interior of her vagina as he pumped ten strokes in her. Then after he pulled out, he walked around to her head and knelt.

Dakota's eyes widened again as she inhaled the entire length of his cock from that position. She swore she saw the woman's throat bulge as he got every inch of his cock inside her mouth and down her throat.

He pulled out and barked, "Three!" His voice sounded a little unsteady, though.

The woman faced away from the audience and planted her feet wide, then bent forward without bending her knees. Dakota wasn't amazed by that until the woman's head and shoulders came back through the "A" she'd made with her legs; the woman could basically look at her own asshole.

Her dom brought the wand down on her ass that time, which caused more of a shiver in her legs but didn't bring her out of the pose. This time there were fifteen strokes of his cock after she thanked him for penetrating her. Halfway through his thrusting, she let out a loud moan. When he finished his thrusts and pulled his cock out, liquid dripped from it onto her face. Dakota realized the woman had cum.

She was obviously panting and a little unsteady as her dom called out, "Four!" Dakota was surprised; it hadn't looked like that intense of an orgasm from the audience, and she couldn't believe that little amount of penetration would cause that big of a reaction.

But the effect on the woman was obvious. She stood on one leg and then the other leg curled up over her back. She reached behind her head and grabbed the foot, bending her body forward a little as she did.

This time when the wand came down on her ass, her leg buckled.

She crashed to the stage and immediately started begging. "I'm sorry master, let me try again please-"

"Spread!" he snapped.

She stood and simply adopted a spread-eagle pose. In a move that made Dakota flinch and want to curl into a ball, the man tapped the wand on the woman's vagina.

The woman shrieked and did curl into a ball, falling to her side and quivering. The dom let that go on for a few seconds and then said, "I haven't finished. Four!"

The woman got back into the pose she'd adopted before, but was visibly shaking. Dakota didn't think she'd be able to hold it if the man touched her with the wand again. That wasn't a problem, though.

Instead of testing her with the wand and then slowly penetrating her, the dom grabbed the thigh of her upturned leg, then shoved his cock violently into her pussy. It jerked the woman's foot off the ground, and then he was off. He jackhammered his cock into her fast and hard, his skin slapping against her loudly, the impacts lifting her foot off the ground each time. She was basically a ragdoll, her body and leg flailing, forced to simply accept his vicious fucking. If the man hadn't kept hold of her other leg, Dakota was sure the woman would have just collapsed on the stage.

Finally with a loud moan that was almost a roar, he slammed himself home inside her, clearly cumming. He pulled out of her and without setting her down, lifted her into his arms and cradled her. They barely heard a "thank you Master" from the woman as he carried her off stage.

Dakota realized after they walked off that the display had definitely turned her on. She felt her nipples rubbing against the silk of the shift, and the lace panties were damp. She had imagined herself adopting some of the poses from her exercises, and being plowed by that cock. She tried to imagine how different it felt for the woman contorted into all those positions.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice she'd been led to the playpen area until Mistress Samira told her to get in.

"I have to give a punishment presentation," she said, "I'll be back for you after."

She seemed to make a point of handing the end of the leash to her, and Dakota got the idea that she shouldn't drop it. Suddenly nervous, she avoided the four subs gathered near the front of the pen and went to the back.

"I'm Poppet."

The low voice startled Dakota so badly she almost screamed. When she looked over there was a heavyset girl with a round, smiling face and wild curly red hair next to her. The girl wore a green mesh dress that didn't hide anything.

"D-... Princess," Dakota replied, suddenly mortified at how close she'd come to messing up.

"Your mistress is Sam?" Poppet asked.

"Yeah," Dakota replied.

"Is... is she really as tough as they say?" Poppet asked.

Dakota wasn't sure how to answer that but said, "She's... she's the only mistress I've had."

"Oh wow," Poppet said, "I don't know if I could have handled starting with Sam. My master is kind of loose with rules and punishments and I still had a hard time getting used to it."

"Good people, we are in for a treat tonight," the dom her mistress had addressed as Phil said from the stage, "Unfortunately I have to admit a failing on my part; my subs misbehaved while acting as greeters at the front. Bunny! Brownie! Present! Now, in front of me!"

The two girls they'd met on their way in scurried up to the stage and then got on their knees in front of him, facing the audience. Unlike the "Presentation One" pose her mistress had taught her, Phil's subs were kneeling up, not resting back on their heels, though the hands were in the same place.

"Rather than punish them myself, I've decided to allow my fellow dom to take over. Though she probably needs no introduction for most of you, allow me to present Sam.

Mistress Samira walked onto the stage and Dakota saw almost everyone in the audience react. Some flinched, some seemed awestruck. One or two seemed unimpressed, but she thought she saw uncertainty in most of those faces. Most people's eyes, after taking in her mistress, seemed to focus on her hands.

Gripped in both hands she had a coil of black leather. It almost looked like a snake and it gleamed like it was wet or coated in high gloss polish. Dangling from the end of it was what looked like a small string, just swaying lightly as she moved.

She stepped out to the edge of the stage, in front of Bonnie and Brownie. Then her arm uncoiled.

The whip crack was like a gunshot. All the subs that had pushed themselves to the edge of the pen cowered back, and some of them fell. Even Poppet, with Dakota at the back, curled up in fear.

Dakota only realized after that she hadn't been afraid of it. Startled, yes. But... she hadn't worried she might be hit.

She did notice it got a lot of attention, but she supposed it would. Even more people wandered over to the stage, and at least a few of the other stages stopped what they were doing.

The whip settled to the floor, though her slightest arm movement made the end twitch like the rope was a live snake. She looked at the two subs.

"Stand," Mistress Samira said, evenly, her voice like ice.

She looked out at the crowd and then pointed. "You," she said to a woman holding a riding crop, "Hold the crop out."

The woman did. As soon as the crop was extended, Mistress Samira's arm moved, and then the whip curled violently through the air. The crack echoed around the room and the soft tip of the riding crop was gone.

"That is how accurate I am," Sam said. Then she looked directly at Dakota. "Princess, hold that pillow above your head."

Dakota looked down and saw a pillow near her, one of several in the pen. She took it in both hands and held it up like a fan with a sign.

Mistress Samira took a few steps across the stage and then swung her arm. The whip cracked and Dakota felt the pillow jerk. There was a gasp from the audience. Dakota almost brought the pillow down but she saw Mistress Samira's gaze fixed on her. She met it, and kept the pillow up.

"You can relax, Princess," Mistress Samira said.

Dakota brought her arms down and looked at the pillow in shock. A clean, straight line cut through the center, the foam inside partially shredded and bursting from the split.

"That is what the whip does at full strength," Mistress Samira said, "now tear the gusset of your bodysuits."

Dakota saw tears forming in Bunny's and Brownie's eyes. They looked at each other fearfully. The whip cracked above the subs' heads and they nearly dropped to the stage.

"Did I stutter?" Sam demanded, "Expose your cunts!"

Sam didn't actually shout, but it seemed like it with the intensity of her voice. The two subs on stage frantically tore at the lace at the bottom of their panties. Bunny's tight slit was framed in the black seams still running up from between her legs, while Brownie had smaller labia, so between the torn lace it just seemed like she had a bare patch of skin.

"You were whispering and gossiping about the attendees. Whoever confesses to starting this, the other submissive will be punished. That sub will receive one strike. It will hit your clit. You will be overloaded with pain and stimulation. It will be the most intense and excruciating orgasm you've ever had. It could also be your last. Now, confess."

Dakota felt her chest clench. Mistress Samira had given them a horrific choice. If the two girls hated each other they could try to confess first, but that would probably have had both of them shouting immediately. As it was, both subs were silent, except for the whimpers and sobs everyone could hear as the two stressed out girls tried to find some way to save their friend.

Mistress Samira's arm came up. Even as Phil shouted, "No!" the whip cracked. Both girls let out ear-splitting shrieks and then dove into each other's arms, collapsing to their knees on the stage.

Everyone focused on the girls, visually looking them over while they checked each other out with their eyes and hands. It took everyone about a minute to realize Mistress Samira's last whip strike had been at nothing, just very close to the girls.

The dom Phil rushed up to the stage and gathered the girls into his arms.

"They're going to need like, a week of aftercare from that," Poppet said, "How do you deal with that all the time?"

"It's-" Dakota started to say, then stopped and thought. She considered Poppet's attitude toward Mistress Samira, and the reactions of all the other dominant people there.

"She's my Mistress," was all Dakota said in the end.

"I just-eeeek!"

Dakota suddenly had two hands grabbing her breasts over the shift and hauling her up against a large, definitely masculine body.

"Hey, you're pretty and you got left all alone. You come with me and I'll tell you how to show me-"

Dakota heard the crack and suddenly her ear was ringing and the man that grabbed her was screaming profanities. She dropped to the floor, one of the hands smacking her face and knocking her mask off. Dakota landed and figured she wasn't hurt, then she immediately panicked about her mask. She put one of her hands over her face and tried to look through her fingers.

Poppet held it out to her, but was looking at her wide-eyed.

"You're-... Are you...?" she muttered.

"Mistress Samira!" Dakota called out, her voice panicky. She wanted to sound in control but the whole situation was about to turn into a disaster. She quickly got her mask back on.

"Princess, are you-" Mistress Samira said as she appeared next to them and took in Poppet's expression

"Who is your dom?" her mistress asked Poppet.

"Mas-Master Grogan M-M-Mistress," Poppet stammered.

Mistress Samira grabbed the leashes of both Princess and Poppet and pulled them out of the enclosure.

Dakota finally got a look at the aftermath of her attack. The large security guard from the door had the large man Hank held by one arm. Across Hank's face was a bloody slash that started at one cheek and came up across his nose and forehead. In another odd sight for Dakota, a woman was very efficiently and seriously examining and treating the wound while standing there in canary yellow lingerie. A man that was obviously her dom stood there holding her leash while glaring at Hank. Hank glared at Dakota, or possibly Mistress Samira, but it looked like the security guard had a good hold on him.

"I... I know her," Poppet muttered, "That's Sugar... she's a doctor-"

"Quiet," Mistress Samira snapped and Dakota thought Poppet might start crying.

Mistress Samira led them up to a square-faced man with short grey hair who was in a sweater and slacks. He looked slightly overweight but just gave the impression of being big. His expression darkened when he saw Mistress Samira leading Poppet.

He started saying, "Okay, you were impressive up there Sam but you can't just grab other-"

"We need to talk," Sam cut him off, "now, in private, with your sub."

Master Grogan considered Mistress Samira for a second and then nodded.

A few temporary "rooms" formed out of high-walled cubicle material had been set up near one end of the ballroom. From the sounds Dakota heard as they approached, it was clear these were for people who wanted to play with their subs and not do it on stage. They entered the room and an inflated air mattress with two pillows was the only other thing there.

Mistress Samira immediately said, "My slave's mask came off when she was attacked. Your sub saw her. That is a problem. I need your assurance that you won't even ask about what she saw, and that you can keep her from telling anyone else."

Master Grogan looked over at Dakota intently, as if trying to see through her mask to what his Poppet might have. Then he looked over at Poppet. "Have you been talking, Poppet?"

"No Master, I swear," Poppet replied, and Dakota was suddenly taken aback when the girl spoke with an Irish accent. It was good, too; she couldn't really tell if her American or Irish accent was the fake one.

"She nearly outed another sub as we crossed the room. You can see why I'm concerned," Mistress Samira said.

Master Grogan, now holding Poppet's chain, yanked on it and forced Poppet to stand near her. "What did I tell you? What did I tell you Poppet, as the one thing you had to remember in order for us to come here!?"

Tears leaked down the girl's cheek as she said, "Poppet wasn't to gossip, Master."

"And what did you do the moment I left you alone to watch the show you wanted?" Mater Grogan demanded.

"I didn't say anything big Master!" Poppet insisted, "It's just Da-"

Dakota hadn't even seen Mistress Samira move. One second Poppet was talking, the next Mistress Samira had her hand over Poppet's mouth. Her fingers had a claw grip on the girl's head and were pressing so hard the skin folded around them. She looked over at Dakota.

"Princess, outside the door there should be a box with some toys in it. Find the rubber ball with a belt-like fixture on it."

Dakota found the box and blanched at what was in it. It looked less like a sex toy collection and more like a toolbox, though there were a few dildoes and butt plugs in it. She found the ball gag (she'd known what it was, but Mistress Samira wouldn't have realized that) and brought it in.

"You made Mistress Sam very angry just now, and you can't keep your mouth shut. So we're gonna fill it up."

Poppet went to her knees and reached for Master Grogan but he slapped her hands away.

"Not me, stupid girl! Who did you upset? Yeah, I know you don't like eating pussy," Master Grogan said as Poppet's eyes widened, "I suggest you figure it out fast! Because your other option is I leave the room and let Mistress Sam punish you!"

Poppet almost scrambled over to Mistress Samira, who held the skirt of her dress up just enough for Poppet to find the hem and pull it up. She went up under it, eventually leaving only her ass and feet visible.

Dakota could tell when Poppet made contact. Mistress Samria didn't do anything dramatic like sigh and throw her head back, but she did blink and start taking deeper breaths. One of her hands reached down and found Poppet's head under the fabric. Then she looked at Master Grogan.

"She'll tap four times on your thigh," Master Grogan said, and Dakota realized he'd just told Sam what Poppet's "safe signal" was.

She won't be able to say her safe word, Dakota thought.

For some reason it was only right then that she realized Poppet's mouth was up against her mistress's pussy, even though her master said it a second before. She could see it in her mind's eye: Poppet kissing and sucking on Mistress Samira's labia a bit before sliding her tongue between them, probably licking around and up toward her mistress's clit. Just as she thought that, she saw Mistress Samira give a little shudder.

Her mistress closed her eyes then and breathed faster. Her hand also gripped tighter on Poppet's head under the dress. Dakota saw Poppet's feet twitching a bit, and she wondered if the girl was being suffocated against Mistress Samira's pussy.

She suddenly had a perverse and random feeling of guilt.

She was Mistress Samira's slave. She'd been rescued and taken care of by her mistress.

Shouldn't... she be the one eating her out as a thank you?

A gasp and a shudder passed through Mistress Samira and she stepped away from Poppet. The girl must have been leaning on the standing woman because she fell forward. Mistress Samira pulled her dress away and exposed the sub catching her breath on the floor, her face shiny and coated in girl cum.

Still breathing a little unsteadily, Mistress Samira stepped forward and pulled Poppet up by her frizzy red hair and making her whimper.

"Open," she snapped.

Poppet opened her mouth and then the red ball went in. It was apparently a tight fit, because Dakota watched her push while holding Poppet's head, and the ball seemed to barely fit between the girl's teeth. It finally popped in between the girl's teeth and Mistress Samira quickly buckled it behind the girl's head.

"That should keep you from spilling any more secrets while you're here, at least," Mistress Samira said, then she turned to Master Grogan.

"I would not presume to tell you how to manage your sub," she said, "If or when she lets slip what she saw, I would just ask that you respect the lifestyle and the risks some of us face."

"Of course, Sam," Master Grogan responded, "I'm only sorry it was my sub that caused such a problem. I'm mortified, and I can assure you Poppet will know exactly how much when we get home."

"I'll leave that to you then. Princess, I believe we've had enough excitement for one night."

Dakota cast a quick look at Poppet's gagged mouth and teary eyes as she looked at her master with a mix of pleading and fear, then followed after her mistress.

Sam

Sam was mentally kicking herself. She'd forgotten how exhausting the parties could be, and how much work they were.

The whip had been a mistake. Actually the party had been a mistake once she figured out how poorly monitored it was. Back a few years ago someone like Hank would have been turned away at the door regardless. He was there to bask in the live porn show. In his head, Sam was sure Hank thought he'd be able to pick up someone and take them home, "borrow them for the night" or something equally ridiculous.

Or, it would have been ridiculous if she didn't think some of the doms there might have allowed it. "Master" Grogan's control of Poppet was lacking. Sam would never have brought a sub out to a party like that when she had so little control. Which reminded her.

"You did great tonight, Princess. Really great," she said.

"I'm... I'm sorry Mistress Samira," Princess replied.

Sam was a little surprised by that. The instinct of a lot of subs was to apologize for difficulties even if they weren't at fault, but she hadn't thought her princess was there yet.

"What do you have to be sorry about, Princess?" Sam asked.

"I... I should have thanked you... I should have been able to thank you... like she did."

Things suddenly got clearer for Sam and she felt an odd rush of warmth and maybe hopefulness? But she pushed it down. She had to teach this girl, not take advantage of her.

"You'll want to be careful with that, Princess."

"Careful with what, Mistress Samira?" Princess asked.

"Your personality is submissive. You want to please whoever you feel is your dom, even if you only acknowledge them as that subconsciously. You said lesbian sex, going down on women, was a hard limit. You can't start compromising limits like that just because you think the person you're submitting to will like it. First of all, it will make you confused and conflicted, because you'll be serving your master, which should make you happy, but doing something you don't like. Long term, that causes problems."

"The second issue is that manipulative people will pick up on it and abuse you with it. If I hadn't told you this and we got home and I told you to get on your knees and make me cum with your mouth, you'd have tried to do it, wouldn't you?"

"... Probably, Mistress Samira."

"And from that point, you will have trapped yourself. If I were as evil as everyone thinks, I would have made you do it, and then taken advantage of the fact that you already crossed the line. Since we're master and slave, that means I could order you to do it again, and punish you if you didn't. Then you're stuck either enduring it or using your safe word. And if you did safe word out, I could badmouth you to other doms, saying you 'suddenly changed your mind' and couldn't handle the discipline."

Sam noticed tears forming in Princess's eyes and reached out to stroke her head and hair. "I'm not going to do that, Princess, don't worry. But someone else might. And even if it isn't a BDSM relationship, they can use emotional punishment instead of physical."

"Everyone else at the party thinks you are like that Mistress Samira," Princess said.

"You don't know what you're talking about Princess," Sam said immediately, "They know I'm harsh but fair. I would never gaslight a sub like that."

"No, you're right Mistress Samira but-..."

Princess didn't follow up and Sam sighed, "Speak, Princess. Tell me what you're thinking."

"Would you have actually hit one of the girls if the other had confessed?" Princess asked.

"I knew they weren't going to. The whole point was to use fear for each other and of the punishment so I didn't have to do anything physical."

"I... I get that Mistress Samira but... a lot of people thought you were going to hit them."

"They're inexperienced idiots then," Sam said, "If I'd actually hit one of them in the vagina with a full on strike they'd have to go to the hospital, and I wasn't kidding about them possibly losing their clitoris."

"Like Hank, Mistress Samira?" Princess said.

"He deserved it. I could have pressed sexual assault charges," Sam said.

In reality, doing that would have been more trouble than it was worth. Few people in law enforcement tended to be sympathetic to the lifestyle, even if they were in it. In fact, law enforcement members that were in it tended to be less sympathetic to make sure their own secret didn't get out. The old-school officers dismissed everyone as "kinky freaks" and maintained the attitude that they played rough so they shouldn't cry when there were accidents. Then there were the ones that assumed the BDSM group was hiding abusers and rapists, and spent most of their time trying to convince the subs to leave their doms, if not file restraining orders against them or press charges. Of course, even if there were sympathetic and understanding police on the case, they still wanted witness interviews, and most of the people at these parties never wanted an official record they were there.

"Do you think Poppet will be a problem Mistress Samira?" Princess asked.

"No," Sam stated firmly, "I'll make sure of that."

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The next week was routine, and followed the new rhythm established with Princess.

Breakfast, prepared by Princess without anything catching on fire, was served, followed by workouts. Then Princess did her chores while Sam kept tabs on work, unofficially. Lisa had informed Sam's team that Sam was taking it easy after the end of the previous project, something most of them didn't believe if the "are you okay, do you need anything" emails Sam got from half of them were any indication. Sam would have taken them at face value before, but Lisa's statement that she was terrorizing her staff made her wonder if they thought she was testing them and faking time off to see who would keep up with their work. Either that or they were fishing for some sort of hint that she'd contracted a debilitating condition that would keep her out of the office longer. By the Friday of that week, Sam sent an e-mail asking for an extension of her leave/sabbatical that was granted before the end of business same day. Again, Sam tried not to read too much into that.

In the afternoons, Princess continued her education with Mr. Toma on the techniques of massage. When asked, Princess assured her that the instruction was going well and Mr. Toma praised her ability to pick up the skills required.

She hadn't wanted Princess to see it, but Sam spent some of those afternoons practicing with her bullwhip. The reason she'd been so frustrated with her behavior at the party was that the party had been the first time she'd cracked a whip at a target in over a year. She didn't think anyone had seen it, but she'd almost given herself a heart attack when she cracked the whip between the two subs' heads.

The intent was to make each hear the crack next to them and think their fellow sub had taken the hit, and it worked beautifully. But Sam hadn't been sure of her strike until after it was finished.

When Hank had attacked Princess the strike had been on instinct only. After it happened she'd immediately started wondering how much she'd have to pay for ruining the face of a children's idol. She was just lucky her muscle memory was intact.

On top of that, there was still the lingering tension of her everyday existence with Princess. She still had the girl walking around the house in stockings and heels with nothing else, her luscious breasts, tight pussy, and heart-shaped ass with the sparkling jewel plug, clicking around the house as she cleaned, cooked, or just lounged around in her downtime.

That was something new, as well. At first when her princess was "off duty" immediately after dinner until closer to bedtime, she had found a robe to cover up or had slid beneath blankets. Lately, the girl had stayed on display, so to speak. Also recently, Sam had been suspicious of her princess's lounging habits.

At one point she walked by the guest bedroom Princess sometimes lounged in and took a peek. The girl was on the bed, but she reclined against the wall, with one leg propped up on a wall while the other was bent out in the other direction, completely exposing her pussy to the doorway. Another time she was on the bed using her phone, but she knelt with her chest and elbows down while her ass pointed, again, right at the doorway. It was even possible her pussy had been peeking through her thighs.

Again, if Princess had been an experienced sub, Sam would assume she was displaying for her, "hinting" that she was horny and wanted attention without impertinently asking for it directly.

Sam paused after her latest whip strike and thought about it. Her princess may very well have been horny, and the displays were related to that, she just wasn't doing it consciously. Sam hadn't engaged in any sexual play since the party, except for a couple of nights where she ordered Princess to rub herself off in an exaggerated style while she lay in the trundle next to Sam's bed. It had been perfect audio fodder for Sam's own, quieter self-pleasure. There were a few punishments related to what went on, but nothing even close to the scene in the basement. But when she'd put the lotion on Princess's ass each time, she swore the girl pressed back into her hands, trying to get more contact.

She didn't have a sense of how active her princess's sex life had been while she'd had a partner. He'd been out of the picture for several months by that point, but it was possible.

Sam decided it was time to focus on another aspect of the slave lifestyle.

Dakota

Dakota was nervous and excited.

She was beginning to think that was what the best times in a slave's life were; experiences of nervousness and anticipation. The most exciting times were also ones where she often had no chance of resisting or refusing whatever was about to happen, hence the nervousness. She could be treated to something that had happened before, be forced to suffer pain, or be treated to overwhelming pleasure.

Or both. Which she secretly wanted more of.

She was on Mistress Samira's bed in the master bedroom, but it was midafternoon on Sunday, so she doubted sleeping was on the agenda. Especially because after lying down, she'd been instructed to stay still while her mistress attached bindings to her wrists and ankles, then pulled on them to stretch her arms up and separate her legs. She was spread-eagle on the bed in her garter, stockings and heels. Then Mistress Samira put a blindfold on her.

There was no sound from her mistress for a while, and Dakota actually began to feel sleepy. She wondered if that was the test somehow; could she relax enough to sleep if she was restrained and naked.

Then something probed at her vagina.

Dakota tensed and tried to close her legs on instinct, but of course she couldn't; she only managed to bend her knees in slightly. Whatever was sliding into her felt solid and hard; it was a toy of some kind. She still had the butt plug, so Dakota felt stuffed full.

"One of the things many doms expect of their subs is orgasm control. Some demand that every orgasm their sub has is controlled by them; you don't cum unless they say so. I don't usually bother with that; it's exhausting. But you asked for a complete experience."

Dakota listened as Mistress Samira talked and the dildo or whatever it was pushed in. It had already gone deeper than Coulter's cock ever had, and felt wider, too. She could tell it wasn't just a straight tube, either, and had some sort of contouring to press against her insides. Then she felt another part of it rest at the top of her slit, right where her clit was.

"We're going to play a game, Princess. Inside you right now is a vibrator. I've used a version of this one myself and I can assure you it's quite effective. Your task is to only cum when I tell you."

Dakota's whole world suddenly contracted. She could only hear the vibrating of the toy inside her, and she could only feel the stimulation. The fact that it seemed to fill her so completely was suddenly a problem given what Mistress Samira had said.

She knew about the G-spot, and her clit, and this vibrator must have been sitting right up against both of them. The only time she'd gotten as stimulated that fast had been when Mistress Samira used the "wand" on her. This vibrator wasn't quite as intense, but she was still racing toward a climax much faster than she expected.

Dakota was panting and feeling the pleasure and pressure gather in her core when she suddenly remembered what her mistress's command was. She hadn't heard Mistress Samira speak since the vibrator turned on. She strained for her mistress's voice but heard nothing except the vibrations.

She tried to clench her muscles but that only pushed her pussy tighter against the vibrations. She tried to change the angle of her body and maybe shift the toy away, but pushing down jammed the butt plug up against the vibrator. That suddenly lit up a bunch of sensation around her asshole and she completely lost control.

She went from pressing down into the bed with her ass to arching away from it as she came, the built-up pressure exploding out from her pussy and racing through her body. The release felt really good, but Dakota was also embarrassed that she couldn't even wait for her mistress's command. Weren't women supposed to be more in control of their climaxes?

"That was a big one, wasn't it, Princess? You shoved that vibrator right out of your little cooch. Let's put that back."

Dakota groaned as the toy split her open again, and she felt little spasms since her vagina was still pulsing and contracting in the aftermath of the orgasm.

"Let's see if you can hold on for a second one," Mistress Samira said.

A few minutes or an eternity later, Dakota had sympathy for the guys who were the butt of jokes about not coming too soon. If fucking a girl with their dick felt anywhere near as good as she did just then, she got it.

It had taken her a bit longer to build up the pleasure and stimulation toward a climax, but not long enough. She writhed on the bed as the toy seemed to find every pleasure nerve in and around her vagina. She'd thought it wouldn't be as pleasurable to have the full vibration and she'd be able to work off of that, but Mistress Samira had changed it from just vibrating on full to doing some kind of fast pulsing vibrate pattern.

She'd arched her back at first to take pressure off the butt plug and reduce the anal stimulation and that worked, but her legs and stomach trembled with the strain of holding her up.

Suddenly a hand settled on her stomach. "I wish you could see yourself, Princess. You look like a horny, dirty goddess on the bed, pointing your pussy to the sky."

Dakota turned toward Mistress Samira's voice. She actually reveled in the fact that her mistress sounded impressed, but she was also straining because the hand on her stomach put more pressure on her pussy against the vibrator.

"Mistress Samira... please!" she panted.

"Not yet, Princess. Hold it. Hold it off for me, I know you can."

Dakota clenched every muscle she could. She tried to squeeze her Kegel muscles tight enough to stop the vibrating, but of course that just made it worse. She felt the edges of the butt plug digging into her cheeks, but it also pressed against the vibrator again. She squeezed her eyes and felt tears leak out from her desperation to not cum.

"Cum now Princess!"

Daktoa let out a wail and started sobbing as her whole body shuddered like she was in an earthquake. Inside, it felt like a bomb detonated in her pussy and spread pleasure out everywhere. Her limbs felt like they'd gone to sleep while the tingling and warm pleasure heated her core.

She didn't know if she'd pushed the toy out or if it had just fallen again, but she felt relieved at the lack of pressure in her sex. She felt a straw at her lips and sucked greedily. It was some sort of flavored drink, maybe Gatorade or something like it.

"God you look good when you cum Princess," Mistress Samira said.

"T-Thank you Mistress Samira."

"Now I'm going to give you a minute and then you do it for me again, understand?"

Dakota felt a twinge of panic. "Mistress Samira... I don't know if I can-"

"Of course you can," Mistress Samira said like a mother encouraging her child to try the swings at a playground, "Young girl like you, you should be able to cum seven or eight times before you're wiped out."

"M-mistress? Mistress Samira please," Dakota said in shock.

Dakota couldn't ever remember being afraid of having an orgasm, but she couldn't help breathing faster as the vibrator slid back between her lips and deep into her sex.

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"Oh my fucking Gawwwwwd!" Dakota screamed out.

Her abs and her thighs were burning like she'd been doing burpees or crunches or some sort of workout. In a sense she had.

She'd been trying to clench her muscles to gain some sort of control over her body. After the first orgasm she'd actually managed to have when Mistress Samira ordered, she'd held out for the next one. The one after had been close as she tried to think of every disgusting, disturbing, and unerotic thing she could while the vibrator felt like a living thing inside her, pouring sexual stimulation right onto her nerves. It would have taken a computer to figure out if she'd actually started cumming right before or right after her mistress ordered it, but she knew for a fact her mind was already exploding by the "m" in "cum".

This last orgasm she'd had no chance.

Either out of ignorance or malice, Mistress Samira had apparently decided after four orgasms, Dakota needed the full stimulation of the vibrator constantly on high. Her pussy had erupted with sensation. She would have thought after all the abuse it suffered her clit would either hurt or have gone numb, but apparently Mistress Samira knew exactly how long to wait to avoid that issue.

Her mistress hadn't helped. She'd put herself right next to Dakota's face, murmuring to her about how pretty she looked, how sexy she was, how well she was performing as a sub. The encouragement felt so good to Dakota and she found herself craving it so much that it gave her the strength and the focus to hold off on cumming. But when the vibrator went on full she only ended up begging and pleading for a reprieve. Mistress Samira had apologized and kept encouraging her, but the comfort made her drop her guard.

She ended up sobbing even as the orgasm ripped through her; she barely felt the main burst of pleasure. When her arms suddenly came free, she clung to Mistress Samira, who took her into her arms and cradled her like a child.

"It's okay Princess," Mistress Samira said after a moment.

"I tried, Mistress Samira, I tried so hard," Dakota sobbed.

"I know you did, Princess. I know. Do you think you can try the next part for me, or do you want to stop? I'll warn you though, if you stop I'll have to give you ten swats."

To any regular person, the choice between getting more orgasms or getting smacked in the ass with a wooden paddle wouldn't even be a choice, but Dakota hesitated. She actually hesitated.

She realized in that moment that she was thinking of opting for the punishment. And the reason was that she desperately wanted to avoid disappointing Mistress Samira. She was so worn out she wasn't sure she'd be able to control anything, much less whether she came from that damned vibrator.

But she also thought she'd heard something in her mistress's voice. Mistress Samira wanted her to try. She really wanted her to give it an effort.

"I'll... I'll try some more Mistress Samira," Dakota said.

"Good girl, Princess," Mistress Samira said.

"Mistress Samira?"

"Yes Princess?"

"Will... will you be angry if I can't do it?" Dakota asked, and she felt new tears welling up as she asked the question.

"Oh Princess," Mistress Samira said, and Dakota felt her mistress's hand rub her cheek. It was almost... affectionate.

"No... I won't be mad," she said after she'd rested her hand there.

Her hands were secured again, and she was spread-eagled on the bed. She had to stifle a laugh as she settled down and the bed felt cold. Given what had happened over the last... however long... she imagined the bed was probably soaked in sweat, tears, and other fluids.

She let out an explosive sigh as the dildo slid back into her pussy. It almost felt like there was no resistance anymore, as if her pussy had gaped open to match the shape of the toy. She wondered how sore she would feel in the morning.

"Now Princess, you came twice without my permission. That means you owe me two more orgasms that I have commanded. I'm going to tell you in advance, you have five minutes before I expect the next one."

Dakota almost started crying. She wasn't sure she would last five minutes. Even the dildo sliding in got her horny again. Despite the stress she felt, her libido was ready to go.

The dildo turned on and there was a pulse of vibration, but it was softer, lighter, like the vibration you might feel on a cell phone. Also, it definitely happened in the part of the dildo that was in her vagina, but she felt almost nothing from the bit touching her clit. After a few seconds, it pulsed again. Then again a few seconds later. Dakota counted and it was about a five count between them.

Suddenly Dakota realized she had a new problem. She wouldn't be fighting to prevent an orgasm in five minutes; she'd be hard pressed to have one.

"A lot of orgasms are mental, they're in your head, Princess," Mistress Samira said after a while, "Some people say if you put yourself in the right frame of mind and get enough control, you can make yourself cum without anyone or anything touching you."

Dakota thought that was impossible, but right at that moment it was a skill she wished she had.

She definitely felt turned on, wet, and stimulated, but by the time her mistress said, "Cum Princess," she only felt like maybe a partner had fingered her a little in preparation for the main event.

"I... I'm sorry Mistress Samira," Dakota said, "It's just not enough."

"It's okay Princess, but you owe me two orgasms. We're going to keep this up until you give them to me. Keep going."

The vibrator stayed on, but at the maddeningly slow pace and low intensity. Everything Dakota tried to avoid before, she sought out now; she clenched her Kegels every vibration, she tried to flex her hips to rub the nub on her clit, she even pressed down so the plug would stimulate her anal nerves.

She felt her mistress's hand on her stomach again, warm and gentle. "You're trying too hard, Princess," she said, "relax. Relax into it. You aren't getting enough stimulation to overcome the amount of tension you have. Just focus on the sensations, and focus your mind on the goal; an orgasm."

Dakota tried to relax. It did actually make the vibrations seem more intense when she wasn't clenching at them. She thought about how much she wanted to orgasm. She thought about how much she wanted to cum for Mistress Samira.

As if she somehow sensed it, Mistress Samira spoke again, but closer to her face in a quieter voice.

"You're going to cum for me Princess. If you don't, I'm going to increase the stimulation. But it won't come from the vibrator. Thirty seconds."

Dakota didn't understand what she meant by it not coming from the vibrator, then she felt the hand on her stomach turn. It stopped turning, then started moving. She could feel the fingertips. They passed her waist slowly.

"Twenty seconds."

The fingers slowed. She felt them rub some of the stubble on her mound that she'd missed shaving. The vibrator went off and it felt like the hand pushed against it. Dakota licked her lips.

"Ten seconds," Mistress Samira said.

An image popped into her head, as if she was watching it on a screen. Her, tied to the bed, her pussy fully exposed, and Mistress Samira bent over her naked body, shoving her fingers deep into Dakota's snatch, watching amazed as Dakota came all over her fingers.

"Cum for me Princess," Mistress Samira almost purred.

Dakota exploded. It was silent but so intense. Her whole body had been barely quivering, then suddenly it was cumming. It felt like the orgasm hit every nerve in her body at once. It was also gone seemingly just as quick, leaving her lying on the bed, panting loudly, with her pussy clenching at nothing as it pulsed.

"Good job. One more for me Princess."

The dildo went back in. The slow, steady rhythm resumed. Dakota thought she was all set; her excitement immediately shot up from the pulses and she felt rivers of her juice leaking down her thighs and ass. The only thing she could smell now was her own arousal.

But she plateaued. The five minute mark came and went, but this time the hand settled on her stomach immediately.

"Remember. Five minutes. Then it's direct stimulation."

Dakota thought her hand would move, and it did, but only to twist. Then her voice moved. She no longer had her head next to Dakota's. She didn't say anything for a long while. Dakota stayed plateaued, feeling like she was right at the edge of a cliff that represented her orgasm, but unable to step or even fall over it.

"Thirty seconds."

She almost felt rather than heard the words. There were little puffs of air just below the warm hand. She could almost feel Mistress Samira's lips move.

"Twenty Seconds"

The warm, wet breath almost tickled as it hit her waist.

"Ten Seconds"

If Dakota didn't shave, Mistress Samira would have eaten pubes saying that. Dakota suddenly realized if she rotated her hips, she'd push her pussy right into Mistress Samira's mouth. Her mistress would have her lips on her pussy. She'd suck and lick and devour her slit.

"Cum Princess!"

Dakota screamed and came so hard the restraints dug into her arms and legs, and she thought she heard the wood of the bed creak in protest. She suddenly hated the ropes. She wanted her hands free. She wanted to shove Mistress Samira's head down between her legs and beg her to eat her out, suck down all the cum she pushed out and make her cum again. Then-

Then she wanted to do that for her mistress.

The shock of her desire hit her so hard it was like someone splashed cold water on her. Her body still twitched from cumming, but it was almost like the orgasm was an afterthought.

She could admit women were attractive, in an objective appreciation of form. She'd practiced kissing with a girlfriend once, and felt nothing. She'd had to rehearse kissing a female cast mate for a scene in a movie where the actress playing her friend was closeted, and the random kiss was a shock for both of them. She'd seen any number of women naked for a variety of reasons in locker rooms, dressing rooms, and other places. She never had any desire to do anything with them.

But she suddenly wished she had. She wished she'd had an older actress mentor who showed her a little too much about how to avoid boredom waiting for cues. She wished she'd gone to college and gotten a roommate who wanted to explore her sexuality so they could both fumble and fiddle and figure out all the ways to pleasure another woman if you were a woman.

Because she desperately wanted to know how she could make Mistress Samira feel as good as she just had.