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New MistressI don’t know much. Sure, I can save patients. I’m a smart girl, too. Once upon a time, I thought I’d be happiest with choices and intellectual discourse. But I found out one day that, somehow, that is not the case. I thought it couldn’t be true for awhile, and fought it. But there’s one truth I could no longer ignore, one thing I knew to be true in my heart and soul. My pussy never lies. I sit with my fellow oral only slave, on my knees, with my hands on my thighs, palms up and open, hiding nothing. Our master sits on the chair several feet in front of us, watching and waiting with his riding crop. We don’t know what’s going on, but we remain quiet out of respect. We only speak when spoken to, though it is hard to do. I often beg for the taste of his ass without meaning to. It is one of the few pleasures I am allowed in my life.A woman, well-dressed and quite beautiful, walks in the door. She’s wearing heels and business casual dress, black pants and red shirt that accentuate all her curves. She’s voluptuous but not cartoonishly so. Her blonde hair is held in a clip with a few messy strands purposely teased around her face.I’m a straight woman, but she is utterly gorgeous. Even I can’t lie about that.She stops and stands next to our master, eyeing us critically. I don’t move, though my mind is racing. What could this be?Master speaks. I pay attention closely; I always do when he speaks.“Girls. This is my girlfriend, who you will refer to as ‘miss.’ We have an announcement to make.”Master has a girlfriend? Neither of us knew, but I suppose we are not privy to all information about his private life. Still, it hurts. At least it hurts me. Miss speaks. “I have great news for the both of you. I will be choosing one of you to be my slave. We will stay here, as I am moving in with your master. But you will serve only me… and your fellow slave.”I swallow. My sister mardin escort slave and I exchange a glance. There is the beginning of a smirk on her face. I hope she doesn’t know more than she lets on. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t, but she’s clearly hoping it’s me. For one thing, neither of us has been touched in almost a year, let alone cum. For another, we hate each other’s guts.I look back at miss. She has an evil grin on her face. I’m terrified. “Well.” She walks around us, assessing us like we are a potential purchase. I suppose we are, in some ways. Then she gets down on our level and puts a hand between our legs, not quite touching, but feeling the wetness of our arousal nevertheless. And despite myself, I am wet enough that my juices are all over my thighs.“Mm. I like both of them, dear. They are both respectfully wet. Didn’t you tell me one of them was straight?”“Yes, the one on your right.”She looks right at me. I swallow nervously again. She watches my throat work and nods, satisfied.“Then she’s mine.”My hips jerk up and my pelvic muscles tighten on their own. I don’t want this. I don’t. At least I keep telling myself that.But my pussy never lies. She turns away, and I hear a slight snicker next to me. Belatedly, I realize she is also going to have access to my tongue and potentially the rest of my body. “Tell me about this one.”Master- my former master, anyway- speaks softly. “Well, she’s been here nine months and has served splendidly. I usually make her eat my ass, as she is very enthusiastic about that. I suspect she thinks one day I might let her touch her cunt, or touch it for her, if she is enthusiastic enough. Which is untrue, but entertaining nevertheless. She works by day as a physician and earns quite a bit, owns some property… she’s pretty well off. Quite impressive, I must say.”Miss’ eyes light up. “Well, I hit the mersin escort jackpot then, didn’t I?” She looks at me, considering. “Here’s what will happen, slave. You will sign over your house and vehicle to me. Anywhere you go will be by driver. You will sign over your retirement accounts and savings account, then close it. You will also close your checking account and change your direct deposit to my account. You will own nothing. All of this will happen next week. We’ll go together. I must ensure it’s done properly.“I can see that you are considering running for the door. I suggest not doing so. I’m a prosecutor, and one of the most important people in this city- in the state, even. If you try to run, I can make sure you’re locked up forever… and made the inmates’ little oral bitch.”She speaks with such conviction that I believe it. Oh god, this is really my life.A thin line of drool drops from my pussy and onto the floor. She laughs, delighted.“You’ll continue working. At home, you will service me orally- feet, ass, pussy, whenever I desire. Like you have done before with your ex-master, you’ll eat my ass before every shower, and lick my pussy clean when I piss. And your ex-master’s slave will also get the opportunity to use you. She gets to cum whenever she desires now. You do not. You never will again.”I whimper and fall to my hands and knees. “I’m… but I’m straight, miss. Please, please don’t make me do this…”“Why dear, your body is begging me for it, isn’t it? I can promise you, you’ll never touch another man again, either. He will ignore you entirely, except for the rest of today… so enjoy him today. Never let it be said I am cruel.“One other change will be made. I am definitely going to touch your pussy.”I perk up at this. “Really, miss?”She smiles at me softly, almost lovingly. “Yes, really. You’ll be wearing a plug most of the escort bayan time, painfully tight to stretch your pussy and make it useless. Not that it already isn’t, but I can do it so I’m going to. And I’ll be making it clear what your clit is for. Which is my pleasure, and not yours. You can probably guess what that means.”A pleading look with my master, whom I love like the sun itself, makes my heart sink into my stomach. He looks away, and worse, it’s not in guilt. There’s a smile on his face. He wants to see me suffer like this. I sob helplessly into the floor. Master- the man who was once my master- grabs his slave and takes her to the chair. He locks her into it and gags her with something… I don’t know entirely, because I am looking at the floor, tears still streaming out of my eyes.He pulls me over and pushes my face into her pussy. It smells bad and tastes bad, and I try to move away, but he keeps my head there until I get with the program. I zone out, into subspace, so that I have no conscious thought about what is happening to me. I have a feeling that will be happening a lot now.Master pulls me out of it, though. He smacks my ass with the crop, hard. I’ve never been a painslut, so this pulls me out of subspace instead of pushing me in further. I whimper into the slave’s pussy, as he comes around to whisper in my ear. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not allowed. I know your tells, and soon your mistress will, too. Pay attention to my slave’s pussy and eat her like it’s the best damn treat you’ll ever have.”I wiggle my ass and squeeze my legs, trying to get some relief at least. He moves back behind me and forces my legs open with the crop so I can’t, and then continues hitting me with the crop.The slave screams as she cums. I haven’t been told I can stop, and she squirms while I lick her juices from her hole and keep eating her out.I hate this. I do. But I need it.You see, my pussy doesn’t lie.This has been my masturbatory fantasy this week, since I started my challenge. I’ve edged three times daily, every day. I haven’t cum yet, though I’ve been frighteningly close. Now my new Mistress says I will never cumm again!

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