Master Laura's Property Pt. 14

This is one chapter in a long series of stories. Each can stand alone, but you may enjoy it more if you start from the beginning. This one contains elements of femdom, chastity, humiliation, and encouraged bi. This one starts a bit slower then builds to a strong ending. If those aren't your thing, I invite you to enjoy another story.

Master Laura seemed unusually excited today, and I could tell She was anticipating something. Normally when I was at Her home, unless I was actively serving Her, I spent the day cleaning, or doing other chores. Today, however, I was simply resting on my hands and knees in front of Her, as She sat in Her favorite chair. Her thick, heavy, legs were draped across my back, while She scrolled through Her phone. At the sound of a car pulling in, She perked up, and, setting Her phone aside stood up. Leading me to the front door, where i knelt beside Her, She waited in eager anticipation for Her guests to knock. Barely had they knocked before She swung the door open and greeted them enthusiastically. Her bulk partially blocked the door, so it wasn't until She stepped aside that I got a look at Her visitors.

The black couple standing on Master Laura's porch could have stepped out of a fitness magazine. The woman, later introduced as Mistress LaTonya, stood about six feet tall, in Her five inch heels. She wore a yellow minidress that clung to Her curves like a second skin, and emphasized Her flat stomach, muscular arms, and powerfully thick thighs and sculpted calves. It was also shockingly low cut, revealing an impressive amount of cleavage, that bounced with every step. As She stepped inside and turned slightly, Her ass left me in awe. The words thick, powerful, muscular, or well-rounded all failed to describe the size and perfection of Her ass. Her companion, who I soon learned was also submissive, and named Derrick, was easily 6'4" and looked like he could bench press a truck. The phrase "built like a linebacker" didn't really capture just how sculpted he was. He wore a white dress shirt, which contrasted intensely with his dark, ebony skin, while black slacks completed his outfit.

After a few moments standing in the entryway chatting, Master Laura led us all into Her playroom.

"LaTonya, You remember the bedroom right down the hall. You and My pet can use that one. And pet? There's nothing LaTonya likes better than being worshipped by a sexually inadequate, pathetically endowed little slave like you. So make me proud. And Derrick, you'll stay here with me." That last, Master Laura said with a lascivious leer, clearly eager to enjoy the services of this powerfully built slave. Without another word, the four of us separated, and I crawled after Mistress LaTonya. I was irresistibly attracted to Her muscular calves, as they flexed with each step She took, and hypnotized by Her ample backside, swaying from side to side.

Once in the bedroom, Mistress LaTonya turned to face me, legs spread slightly, hands on hips, staring down at me as I knelt before Her. I felt almost like a supplicant before a goddess as She towered over me, Her muscular presence making me feel small and inadequate.

"So, little one. I spent a LOT of time in the gym. Making this body into a temple. Toning and sculpting every muscle. And I hear comments from guys. But what I really deserve it total, complete, adoration. And that's what you're going to give me today. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. I will worship Your body, if You allow it."

"Very well, little one. You can start here." With that, Mistress LaTonya stretched out one toned leg, rotating Her ankle slightly, to offer up Her high heel clad foot for my attention.

Bowing low before Her, I pressed a gentle kiss to the arch of Her foot, marveling at the softness of Her skin and breathing deeply the faint vanilla scent of Her lotion. I continued kissing, working across the top of Her foot, then slowly nibbling down towards Her toes. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, my lips lingering against Her skin. As I reached Her toes, i adjusted so that i was laying flat on my stomach before Her, to better position myself to serve Her. I wrapped my lips around one toe, and suckled gently, my tongue caressing the bottom of Her toe, my head bobbing ever so slightly, almost as though I were sucking a small cock. Mistress LaTonya's sigh of pleasure was all the encouragement I needed, as I gave the same attention to each toe, sucking, nibbling and kissing. After many long minute, I shifted my devoted attention to Her other foot, and lavished the same focus as I worshipped Her feet.

Finally, Mistress LaTonya stopped me. Wordlessly, She turned Her back to me, and slightly bent Her left leg at the knee, flexing Her powerful calf muscle. I knew instinctively what was expected, and rose to my knees to continue my adoration of Her body. With slow sensual kiss after slow sensual kiss, I pleasured Her calf, working from the top of Her toned muscle down to the ankle, and back to the top. Her flawlessly smooth skin, and the warmth of Her body were almost intoxicating, and my tiny cock struggled to stiffen in its cage. I switched to Her right leg, and gave it the same adoring attention. Each press of my lips against Her taut calf muscle was slow and lingering, lips parting ever so slightly to deepen the passion of the kiss. The room was totally silent, save for the occasional sigh of pleasure from Mistress LaTonya.

I'd lost track of all sense of time when Mistress LaTonya turned to sit on the end of the bed, facing me. She clenched Her right fist, and flexed Her bicep, waiting silently. I leaned in obediently, and began kissing Her bulging bicep muscle. I noticed She was breathing heavier now, from excitement, and Her large, full breasts rose and fell with each inhalation. My lips caressed Her skin, savoring the moment. Muscular women had never been terribly arousing for me, but something about Mistress LaTonya's curves excited me beyond all reason. Up and down, from elbow to shoulder I kissed and nibbled. Until She turned and offered Her other bicep. I lavished it with the same devotion, eager to please Her with my desire and excitement for Her curves. The room remained silent, save for the occasional sigh of pleasure from Mistress LaTonya, until She was finally satisfied that I had properly worshipped Her muscular curves.

At last, She pushed me back slightly and stood up, once again towering over me. With an almost feline grace, She turned, so Her rounded ass was inches from my face. My breath came in quick gasps of anticipation, as She reached down, and slowly slid the hem of the dress upward, until Her dress was bunched around Her waist. I was struck speechless as Her glorious, muscular ass came into view. Each cheek was a rounded globe of perfection, flawlessly smooth skin, the muscle rippling slightly as She shifted Her weight, and begging to be worshipped. I leaned forward and pressed a passionately submissive kiss to Her right cheek, then Her left. I then nibbled my way along the juncture of Her ass and Her thigh, kissing, licking, and whimpering softly with denied lust for Her. I so desperately wanted to bury my face between the cheeks of Her ass, but forced myself to go slowly, to relish each caress of my lips against Her posterior. My lips roamed across Her ass, from left check to right and back. Each kiss an act of service to Her superiority, and a reminder of my place as a submissive.

At long last, Mistress LaTonya leaned forward, supporting Herself with Her elbows resting on the bed. She spread Her legs farther, and the glorious cheeks of Her ass spread slightly. I eagery accepted the silent invitation and pressed my lips to first the left, then the right side of the cleavage of Her ass. I kissed up and down Her cleavage, several times, while each breath filled me with the musky scent of Her body. Finally, I could resist no longer. Nuzzling Her cheeks apart, I pressed my lips to Her tight rosebud and gave Her a lingering, passionate French kiss. My tongue swirled and flicked against Her tight, puckered, hole, before it stiffened to thrust inside Her. I slowly plunged it in and out, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Mistress LaTonya. I alternated, several deep thrusts of my tongue inside Her, followed by passionate kisses to Her tight hole, my tongue swirling against Her. I craved more, desperate to please Her, and so every few minutes, I paused, and gave Her entire cleavage one slow, wet, caress with my tongue, from the very bottom to the very top. It always caused a moan of pleasure, although Her gasps of arousal told me Mistress LaTonya enjoyed having my tongue buried inside Her even more.

Her powerfully muscled thighs began to tremble, and I realized She was close to orgasm, so I doubled all my efforts as I worshipped Her ass. Mistress LaTonya's breaths came in ragged gasps as Her orgasm neared, until at last with a guttural, shuddering groan, She collapsed against the bed. Kneeling silently at the foot of the bed, I was deeply satisfied with the pleasure I had provided, and ached to do more. After recovering, Mistress LaTonya moved to the side and instructed me to lay flat on the bed. I instantly complied, aching to continue pleasing Her. Just as She moved to straddle my face, Master Laura and Derrick entered the room. She looked slightly disheveled, but seemed extremely satisfied. Derrick was nude, his body glistening with sweat, which only emphasized his sculpted muscles. I couldn't help but look at his manhood, which jutted proudly forward, fully erect and throbbingly hard. It was a deep purplish black, easily eight inches long, thick and covered in veins. The swollen mushroom head bounced and swayed with each breath he took.

"I think it's time, my pet," Master Laura said, with an intensity I'd not heard before. "Time to finish the total elimination of your limits. Time to complete your transformation into a totally emasculated slut that I can use however I like."

Instead of sounding ominous, the words thrilled me, as I felt waves of submission coursing through me. Mistress LaTonya straddled my face, Her pussy inches away, already dripping with Her arousal, and filling me with Her scent each time I inhaled. As She lowered Herself onto my face, I strained to taste Her, to run my tongue between the aroused folds of Her pussy. At the same time, even as Her body blocked my view, I felt the bed shifting as Derrick joined us. His large, rough hands grabbed my legs and easily lifted them, bending them at the knees, until I was folded almost double while laying on my back. I could feel how exposed my tight hole was, and how vulnerable to being penetrated.

"Do You have a rubber," I heard him ask Master Laura. His voice was deep, with a hint of bass to it, clearly the voice of a male more manly than I could ever have hoped to be.

"Ohhhhh no," she said with a malicious laugh. "You can fuck him raw! And once you're finished, once you've filled him up with your cum, once you've pounded him senseless and your cum is dripping from him, my little pet will truly be a little bareback slut! I believe your monster cock is just what he needs to turn into the cock hungry slut I want him to be. By the time you're done, he'll be craving more cock. More cum. Desperate to please me by taking load after load after load, from whatever guy i find for him!"

That was all Derrick needed to hear, and no sooner had Master Laura stopped talking than I felt the swollen purplish head of Derrick's massive cock pressing against my tight hole.

"By the way, no need to be gentle. Give this little slut the fucking he needs. Ravage him!"

Derrick needed no further encouragement, and with a grunt slammed his cock deep inside me. He didn't hesitate or pause once he'd fully impaled me, but immediately started giving me an almost violent fucking. Mistress LaTonya lowered Her full weight onto my face, almost completely smothering me, and began grinding Her hips almost as hard as Derrick was fucking me. The couple settled into a rhythm, matching each other thrust for thrust, and taking every bit of pleasure they could from me, using me solely as an object to get them off. Almost delirious from the sensations, from the taste of dripping wet pussy on my lips, my nose buried between Her ass cheeks, the weight of Her body pressing me down, and the way each thrust of Derrick's cock drove my whole body down against the mattress, I began moaning like the whore I was becoming.

Faster and faster he pounded me, almost completely withdrawing his cock, only to slam the full eight inches deep inside me, spreading my tight hole wide open. I lost track of time as he violated me, until finally I sensed he was nearing his orgasm, as his thrusts took on an almost frantic quantify. At the same time, sensing Her lover's impending orgasm, Mistress LaTonya began violently grinding Herself against my face, coating me with Her sticky wetness. With a deep guttural groan, and giving a last few powerful thrusts, Derrick erupted inside me. I could easily feel his monster cock pulsing inside my tight hole, as he released spurt after spurt of cum deep inside. The sight of Her lover's ecstasy was all it took to send Mistress LaTonya over the edge, and a sudden surge in wetness drenched my face as She too cried out in pleasure.

Finally, the couple released me. Derrick's slowly softening cock sliding from my hole with an almost audible plop, and Mistress LaTonya climbing off my face. They got off the bed, leaving me lie totally spent, cum beginning to ooze from my still gaping ass, and my face glistening and flushed from Mistress LaTonya's harsh riding. Master Laura, Mistress LaTonya, and Derrick left the room, leaving me to recover. After who knows how long, I heard Master Laura call me. When I joined Her, She was once again seated in Her chair, Her guests having left. She looked down at me as I knelt before Her.

"Pet. You have no idea how fucked you are! Now that you're my greedy little bareback slut, and I see how desperate you are for cock, I'm going to enjoy exploring that side of you. In fact, it won't be long until you're my little pimped out cumwhore."