The Interns

Chapter VII---Lynn's Training Begins

"Stay right where you are," Miss Tamala told Lynn as she let go of Lynn's ears. She got up from her chair and headed for the bathroom which was off to the side of her desk. Lynn, her sexual arousal somewhat diminished, sat back on her haunches but remained on the floor just as Miss Tamala had told her to. Her lipstick smeared face was still coated from forehead to chin with Miss Tamala's vaginal juices. Her blouse remained opened, her loosened bra still hung by the straps from her shoulders and her breasts hung out. Her breasts had red finger marks all over them, the result of Miss Tamala's rough handling. Her nipples were still erect and a little sore from the sudden pulling of Miss Tamala's fingers and thumbs.

Lynn was still in a state of confusion from the intense sexual activity that had just taken place between her and Miss Tamala. Thoughts were flashing through her mind at a dizzying pace. She was wondering if she had made a mistake by making the decision to move into Miss Tamala's house. Deep inside of her submissive soul she knew she had never been experienced such excitement and she was having some misgivings and difficulty understanding her self. Using her peripheral vision she could see Miss Tamala in the bathroom. The bathroom was only 10 feet from where Lynn was located and she could hear water running and then watched intently as Miss Tamala sat on the toilet. Miss Tamala had not bothered to shut the door. As a matter of fact, she had purposely let the door open so Lynn could observe her cleaning up and using the toilet. Lynn would soon learn that when you live with Miss Tamala there would never again be even the remotest privacy.

Miss Tamala came out of the bathroom carrying the garter belt she had obviously removed. Lynn watched intently as this beautiful and graceful black woman approached her. Even the sound of Miss Tamala's high heel shoes clicking on the polished hardwood floor as she came closer to Lynn sent chilling feelings of fear and excitement up her spine. Miss Tamala sat in her chair in front of the kneeling Lynn.

Miss Tamala took her garter belt in her hand and held it in front of Lynn's face. "Smell," she said to Lynn. Lynn leaned forward until her nose was touching the garment and began sniffing. "No, no, no," she heard the chastising voice of Miss Tamala, "breathe in deep so I can hear you smelling. You're such a stupid jackass. I even have to teach you how to smell."

Lynn closed her lips tightly and began drawing air through her nose making sniffing sounds that were audible. "I want you to get familiar with all the odors of my clothing, especially clothing that I have worn. You must work hard to become familiar with all my clothing and body scents. I want you to become so proficient that you would be able come to me blindfolded just by your sense of smell. Just like a doggy," Miss Tamala was teaching Lynn, laughing at the last part of her instructions.

Miss Tamala watched Lynn obey her every word. "It is so good to have a new bitch to train," she was thinking. This is the part of this lifestyle that Miss Tamala thoroughly enjoyed. It was like taking a 'new puppy' and house breaking it for the first time. It was exciting to be bringing the 'novice' Lynn into a new life of submission to her and to be her trainer. And as her trainer she would be making Lynn do things she never thought she would be capable of doing. It sent a chill up her spine just thinking of where she would be taking her new bitch.

"While I was taking a piss I was thinking of a name for you," Miss Tamala said to Lynn. "You have a good fucking mouth and a good tongue. I am pleased with the length of your tongue. With some training I think you will make an excellent sucker," Miss Tamala continued again using crude words knowing that they would light a spark in Lynn's submissive mind.

"Since you have such good potential as a sucker, I have decided on the name 'Suckle,' Miss Tamala continued. "So listen carefully you little cunt lapping whore. From this day forward and as long as you are with me, you will never again use the name Lynn Langley. Lynn Langley is dead!" Miss Talama said changing her voice tone from an instructional pitch to a more stern pitch. "Suckle is born. From now on you will answer to the name 'Suckle.'"

Lynn looked into the beautiful dark eyes of Miss Tamala as she spoke. She swore those eyes knew her better than she knew herself. The closeness of Miss Tamala and the way she spoke to her made her feel a pulsating in her pussy all over again. And there were little tremors of fear mixed in with the pulsating feelings Lynn was experiencing.

"Now," Miss Tamala spoke again, "let's see what you've learned in the last five minutes. What's your name?"

"Ah ... ah ... my name is ... is ..." Lynn was struggling to acknowledge the name Miss Tamala had just given her. It was as though she was trying to hang on, hang on to the little self respect she had left. Everyone had always told her they liked her name. "Why did she have to change her name?" she thought.

"Slaaappppp," came from loud sound of Miss Tamala's hand striking Lynn's face. Lynn didn't even see it coming. But she felt it and it was much harder than the slap she had received earlier. Not only was the imprint of Miss Tamala's hand left on Lynn's face but there was also a clear mark from the band of the ring that Miss Tamala wore on her finger. Miss Tamala reached down and took both of Lynn's bare breasts hanging out from her loosened bra in her hands and started to squeeze them hard.

"Cat got your tongue you fucking idiot?" Miss Tamala spoke to Lynn in a voice that sounded like the most natural thing to ask. "Shall we try again," she continued. "What's your name?"

Lynn didn't know what was lighting her up again. She felt the arousal in her pussy increase rapidly. She couldn't understand whether this was a reaction to the slap in her face even though it was painful, or from the realization that this beautiful woman was taking complete control of her. Maybe it was from the sensations she felt in her breasts from the rough handling Miss Tamala was applying to them. All she knew was that her body seemed to have a mind of its own. But she knew she had better answer the way Miss Tamala wanted her to.

"My name is Suckle," Lynn answered this time, her face still stinging but with very little hesitation.

"Good," replied Miss Tamala. "What ever happen to Lynn Langley?" she asked Lynn in a giggling high tone of voice.

"Lynn Langley is dead," Lynn answered again.

"Correct you little whore," Miss Tamala said to Lynn never to failing to use the degrading words she knew were effective in bringing Lynn into total submission. "And why is your name Suckle?"

Lynn again became confused at this last question. She was trying to remember all that Miss Tamala had told her as to why she had named her 'Suckle'. She wanted so bad to answer correctly. Not only because she wanted to please Miss Tamala but also because her face was still sore from the slap she had just gotten and she didn't want to feel that sharp pain all over again.

"My name is Suckle because ... my mouth ... I have a good mouth ... I think ... too ... because Miss Tamala likes ... likes my tongue ..." Lynn was stammering.

Miss Tamala looked down at Lynn in her kneeling position. A feeling of power surged through her body as she watched this pretty white young girl struggling to find an answer that would please her. This highly intelligent girl who only a few days ago had a bright future ahead of her in the legal profession was now searching to find just a few simple words that would please her. And she loved it ... loved the feeling of power and control she had over Lynn. She looked at her brown bronze hands with the long polished finger nails squeezing and twisting those white tits of Lynn. Suddenly, she had the urge to let Lynn feel some more pain. She justified the feeling in her own mind because Lynn wasn't answering quickly enough to please her. Then she thought to herself: "Hell I don't need a reason. I can do whatever I want to do with this bitch."

Miss Tamala reached down to the very base of Lynn's size 36C breasts. She encircled each breast with her hands and slowly, very slowly began to squeeze while looking into Lynn's face. Lynn's breasts were reacting just like two balloons that someone was pumping air into. The bottoms of her breasts were getting narrower and narrower from the tightening of Miss Tamala's hands while the globes were increasing in size. The nipples on top of Lynn's breast globes appeared to be ready to burst as Miss Tamala's hands reached the maximum amount they could encircle.

"Aaaaahhhhh ... my tongue is ... aaaahhhhh ... Miss Tamala likes ..." Lynn was feeling the pain of Miss Tamala's hands and again was struggling to find the right words.

Miss Tamala was growing impatient. She looked into the lust gazed eyes of Lynn as she was squeezing her breasts. She listened to the involuntary sounds of pain and pleasure coming from Lynn's mouth. Miss Tamala decided to give her one more test. She took her hands away from the base of Lynn's breasts and took hold of both of her nipples between her finger and thumb as she had done earlier. She started to pull them outward slowly. Lynn didn't move. She pulled harder. Lynn didn't move. Then Miss Tamala pulled as hard as she could until Lynn's breasts changed their shape from round globes to more like pointed spheres. Her nipples were stretched to almost a breaking point. Lynn didn't make the slightest attempt to pull back from Miss Tamala. She had learned her lesson well and heeded Miss Tamala's earlier warning not to pull away from her.

"Why is your name Suckle," Miss Tamala yelled at Lynn.

"My ... aaahhhh ... my name is ... oooohhhhh ..." Lynn was trying to answer but the pain in her breasts was intensive and there didn't seem to be any let up. She felt like she was being lifted off the floor by the nipples of her breasts. "My name is Suckle because ... because I am a good sucker," she finally got the answer out.

"Correct," Miss Tamala said. "Say it again."

"My name is Suckle because I am a good sucker," Lynn answered faster this time.

"Say it again," Miss Tamala repeated now not only pulling on the nipples but also squeezing them between her finger and thumb.

"My name is Suckle because I am a good sucker ... aaahhhhhh ... ooooohhhh ... I am a good sucker ... a good sucker," Lynn was breathing in short breaths and answering as fast as she could in response to the pulling and squeezing on her nipples.

Miss Tamala released her fingers and Lynn's breasts snapped back from their elongated shape. Immediately Lynn bowed her head down and was breathing rapidly in very short spurts as though she was trying desperately to catch her breath.

Miss Tamala reached over and turned the intercom on. "Piglet, get Dr. Mary on the phone," she said to Ann.

"Yes ma'am," Ann answered.

It was only a minute before the buzzer on Miss Tamala's telephone rang. "Miss Mary is on the line two ma'am," Ann said.

Miss Tamala picked up the receiver. She then switched the telephone base to 'speaker' mode and put the receiver back down. Now the conversation between Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary would be clearly audible to anyone who was in the office. Miss Tamala wanted Lynn to hear both parties. "Hello darling," Miss Tamala spoke.

"Hello," answered Dr. Mary. "My, you sound like you are in a good mood. Do you need me to come over and give your new intern her physical?" There was a sound of excited anticipation in Dr. Mary's voice.

"Ha, ha, ha ... no, no, no," answered Miss Tamala, "you can give her a physical tonight at home sweetheart. The little bitch is moving into our house today."

"What?" Miss Mary answered in surprise. "What are you talking about? Do you mean it?

"Yep," Miss Talama said in a confident tone of voice. "Dr. Mary my darling, you underestimate your partner."

"Holy shit, did you ... are you kidding me? Tell me about it. How far did you get her?" Dr. Mary inquired in surprise.

"Well, let me put it this way doctor," Miss Tamala said looking down at Lynn. "The little piece of shit is kneeling right in front of me now, her tits are hanging out and I imagine they are a little sore. Her face is covered with my pussy juices and right now she has a few shit stains around her lips."

"Girl, you are going to make me have an orgasm right here," Dr. Mary answered. "Did you really ... did she really suck you ... I mean ... geez, you mean your ass too. Damn, you know how I love ass lickers," Dr. Mary continued, the disbelief apparent in her voice.

"I named her Suckle sweetheart," Miss Tamala interrupted. "I hope you like the name. Doctor, she is a good sucker and wait until you feel her tongue. It is longer than piglet's. You know that little tongue stud you have? The one that's shaped like a cock? Suckle has the perfect tongue for it. Would you like to say hello to her?"

"Yes ... yes, sure. Shit, I wish I had my dildo here. Girl, you have me so hot I am starting to drip. Yeah, let me say hello ... I would love to hear the bitch's voice," Dr. Mary answered in an excited voice.

Lynn's rapid breathing had slowed down a little but she was still in a state of arousal from the abusive manipulations of her breasts by Miss Tamala. She very clearly heard Miss Tamala talking about her as though she was some kind of a toy that Miss Tamala had just acquired. The proud voice of Miss Tamala was ringing in her ears. She heard Miss Tamala describing her to a third party. And she heard Dr. Mary's replies. Lynn was beginning to feel the submissive bliss of being 'owned.' Somewhere in her mind she was thinking she should use good judgment. That part of her mind was telling her that this was wrong. 'Good girls' don't do this. But there was also another part of her mind working too. That part of her mind was making her breasts throb with excitement, making her nipples hard and sensitive and was making her pussy ache with desire. It was like a tugging match between what she had been taught all her life up to this point and what she was discovering about herself the last few days. There was 'good' on one side and 'bad' on the other side. She wanted so much to masturbate, to put her fingers in her pussy to release this tugging match. She felt Miss Tamala's hand pulling her head back up from its lowered position by the pony tail she had made in her hair.

Miss Tamala covered the microphone on the telephone base with one hand while she spoke to Lynn. "Listen carefully slut," she began. "This is Dr. Mary. She is a very dear friend of mine and you are to respect her at all times. You are to address her as ma'am. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Tamala," answered Lynn.

Miss Tamala then removed her hand from the microphone.

"Hello ... hello ... Suckle ... Suckle, are you there?" came Dr. Mary's voice over the speaker phone.

"Yes ma'am," answered Lynn

"Good ... good. I like the name Miss Tamala picked out for you," Dr. Mary said to Lynn.

"Yes ma'am," Lynn replied.

"Isn't Miss Tamala wonderful? She is so beautiful isn't she," Dr. Mary continued speaking to Lynn.

"Yes ma'am," Lynn again replied.

Miss Tamala was listening to the conversation intently. "My," she was thinking, "how obedient this little whore had become with just a few hours of training. I can't wait to get her home." Then she heard Dr. Mary's voice again.

"Suckle, Miss Tamala told me you are a good ass licker. I just love good ass lickers. Are you a good ass licker?" she said to Lynn.

"Yes ma'am," came Lynn's reply.

"Tell me Suckle, tell me what you are. I want to hear you say it to me," she prodded Lynn on.

Miss Tamala knew Dr. Mary's techniques. She knew Dr. Mary was using her psychiatric knowledge to get Suckle to reinforce in her mind what she was becoming. It also was no surprise to her that Dr. Mary would pick out the 'ass kissing' part of Lynn's submission since to Dr. Mary this was the ultimate act of submission. She remembered the lesson Dr. Mary had taught her long ago: "Get the bitch to admit in her own voice what she is and it has the effect of an electric current directly to her brain and it has a lasting, if not a permanent effect." Then Miss Tamala listened for Lynn's response.

"I ... I am a ... I am a good ass licker," Lynn finally was able to say.

"No, no, no, you fucking idiot," Miss Tamala explained to Lynn in a harsh tone of voice. "Use the name I gave you stupid. When you refer to yourself, use the name I gave you. Think you can understand that you dumb piece of shit?" Miss Tamala could hear Dr. Mary's laughter coming over the speaker phone as she chastised Lynn.

Lynn had a very sad expression on her face. "I have failed again," she was thinking. "I must be a really stupid whore not to be able to do what Miss Tamala expects of me." Lynn was even beginning to think of herself as a 'whore.'

"Go ahead Suckle," Lynn heard Dr. Mary's voice, "obey Miss Tamala. "Do exactly as Miss Tamala has told you."

"I ... I mean ... aaahhh ... Suckle is a good ..." Lynn was having a very hard time with this last order from Miss Tamala. Saying the words Miss Tamala, and now, Dr. Mary wanted to hear from her seemed to be going around and around in her mind. Her eyes were becoming very noticeably misty. She glanced up at Miss Tamala. She looked into those dark eyes, the eyes that reached deeply into her soul. Miss Tamala had a confident smile on her face. There was what seemed like an eternity of silence. Lynn knew they were waiting for her. They were waiting for her to admit to something she was afraid to admit to. And yet, something inside of her was telling to 'go ahead, you know its true.'

Lynn's lips began to shake a little ... a nervous quiver.

"Suckle is a good ass licker," Lynn said in a very low voice.

"Good, very good," she heard Dr. Mary say.

"Yes," Miss Tamala broke in, "she is a good girl," she said to Dr. Mary while patting Lynn on the top of the head as sort of a reward for acknowledging to both of them that she was indeed an 'ass licker'.

Almost immediately Lynn broke out in a wide smile at the compliments from Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. The patting on the head made her feel like a good puppy being rewarded and like a good puppy she wanted more rewards. "Suckle is a good ass licker," she said it out loud on impulse again. "Suckle is a good ass licker ... Suckle is a good ass licker," she said it out loud again and again as though by admitting it to Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary released a great weight from her shoulders.

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary were both laughing. The laughter coming from Dr. Mary over the speaker phone and from Miss Tamala's voice was filling the office. They were laughing at the way Lynn was repeating it over and over again so they could hear her audible self degradation. Her training was beginning to kick in.

After a little more conversation with Dr. Mary, Miss Tamala hung up the speaker phone. She looked down at the submissive Lynn; the submissive Lynn with the lustful smile on her pretty face. She knew Lynn was discovering herself and she knew that she was going to take complete advantage over her submissiveness. "I own two bitches now," she was thinking. "But I have a lot of training to do with this one and oh, it's going to be so much fun."

Miss Tamala pushed a button on the intercom again. "Piglet, get your ass in here," she said to Ann.

"Yes ma'am," Ann answered.

Lynn heard Miss Tamala summon Ann and tell her to come into her office. Her first impulse was to put her breasts back in her bra and to cover herself up. But as soon as she made the first move toward doing so she heard Miss Tamala's loud voice.

"Stop ... don't you dare even think about moving unless I give you permission. Stay exactly as you are whore," she said to Lynn.

The office door opened and Miss Tamala watched Ann as she removed her shoes and walked over to the front of the desk. Ann saw Lynn kneeling in front of Miss Tamala's chair. She saw how much different Lynn looked with the pony tails, her blouse completely opened and her bra pulled down with her breasts hanging out. It was only a few hours ago since she had been with Lynn. Lynn, with her shoulder length soft brown hair combed to perfection. Lynn, wearing the pretty beige blouse and perfectly applied makeup. Lynn full of confidence and excited at the prospect of being granted this highly sought after internship. Gone was that confidence and gone was the perfectly applied makeup. Ann looked at the Lynn's face now smudged with lipstick and a sticky creamy liquid all over her face. Ann knew immediately where Lynn's face had been.

Miss Tamala let Ann look for a few minutes. "Come over here and kneel in front of me," she told Ann.

"Yes ma'am," answered Ann.

Ann walked around the desk and took her place kneeling beside Lynn.

"Look at each other," Miss Tamala told them.

Ann immediately turned her head to look at Lynn. Lynn, still embarrassed, was a little slower but she did turn her head to look at Ann. Miss Tamala opened a desk drawer and took out a ruler that was 24 inches long. She began to tap the top of Ann's head hard enough that the tapping was very easily heard. Then she began to speak.

"Suckle, this is Piglet. That's the name I've given her. You will never again call her by her old name of Ann. Ann is dead! I've named her Piglet because that is what she reminds me of. She is always thinking about sex and would be continuously playing with her pussy if I, through my generosity, did not take the responsibility of supervising her education. From this day forward, you will always address her as Piglet or Pig. Even when I am not in your presence you will always, I repeat, always address her by the name I have given her. You'll do this as a sign of your respect and admiration for me. Is that very clear?" Miss Tamala said to Lynn while she continued tapping on Ann's head.

"Yes Miss Tamala," Lynn answered.

Miss Tamala then switched her attention to Lynn by moving the ruler to Lynn's head and began tapping. She tapped harder on Lynn's head as though she wanted to be sure that Lynn had a clear understanding of what she was about to say. The ruler was striking Lynn's head hard enough to make her eyes blink with each tap of the ruler.

"Piglet, this is Suckle. That's the name I've given her. You will never again call her by her old name of Lynn. Lynn is dead! I've named her Suckle because she has a good mouth for sucking. A little while ago, Suckle, of her own accord, sucked my asshole even going as far as sticking her tongue within my asshole. I am accepting the responsibility for her further education. Of course, you know from your own experience that when you obey me in everything you do, you show your respect and admiration for me. Is this understood," Miss Tamala finished speaking to Ann.

"Yes ma'am," Ann replied.

Lynn's face was beet red. She never in her wildest imagination expected Miss Tamala to tell Ann what she had just done with her mouth and tongue. Somehow she thought this was something that would just be shared between herself and Miss Tamala. Then, she thought, she probably should have known better because Miss Tamala had already told Dr. Mary what she had done although not in as much detail.

Miss Tamala stopped tapping Lynn's head and she was just observing her two pretty white bitches. Lynn had a look of embarrassed bewilderment on her face. Miss Tamala guessed it came from her inexperience. On the other hand, Ann had a happy expression on her face as though she was enjoying the thought of Lynn's face buried deep between Miss Tamala's ass cheeks. Yes, Miss Tamala thought looking at Ann; I have trained this one well. It doesn't take much at all to get her hormones into high gear.

"Exchange greetings," Miss Tamala said to her kneeling bitches. "Piglet, you go first since you have learned from listening to your educational tapes the proper way greet someone when I tell you too." Miss Tamala then turned her attention to Lynn.

"Suckle, listen carefully to Piglet since you will be required to exchange greetings in the same manner any time I give this specific order."

As soon as Miss Tamala finished speaking Piglet began to repeat the greetings she was taught through her educational tapes. Piglet knew this procedure very well. This is the way Miss Tamala demonstrated her control over her bitch to her many friends and acquaintances whenever she determined the occasion called for it.

"Greetings Suckle," Ann began, "my name is Piglet. I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my owner and Mistress. I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity, has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud to own me."

Miss Tamala looked at Lynn. Lynn in turn kept her eyes on Ann. She didn't have to look at Miss Tamala. She could feel Miss Tamala's eyes on her and it was a daunting feeling. Again Lynn was mesmerized by the words just spoken by Ann. "Mistress," she was thinking, the word striking a new nerve in her mind. This was the first time she had heard that word to describe Miss Tamala. Yet as Ann spoke these words they seemed to be coming from within her heart. Then there was the word 'own.' Lynn had felt her will giving way to Miss Tamala and she felt different toward her than she had ever felt toward anyone else in the world. "Mistress ... own ...," Lynn was thinking again. "Can I do it?" She felt the part of her mind that was trying to reason giving way to her feelings. Just like earlier when she had the impulse to confess to Dr. Mary that she was an 'ass licker' she was feeling that same need now to act.

Miss Tamala knew she was 'pushing the envelope' with Lynn. After all, it took her almost six months to get Ann to this stage in her training. "Lynn hadn't even felt the bite of her whip yet," she was thinking. "Am I being too ambitious?" Yet the challenge brought new sensations to her pussy. She felt her self getting excited and hot all over again.

The silence in the room was deafening. You could hear a pin drop for what seemed again like again, an eternity. The match of wills was on! The starting gun had gone off! It was too late to turn back now! Who would win?

Lynn's lips began to move. "Greetings Piglet," the moving lips now added sound from Lynn's mouth. "My name is Suckle. I ... I belong to ... I belong to Miss Tamala. She is my ... owner and ... Mistress."

"There I said it," Lynn was thinking. Another weight was lifted from her shoulders. Another bridge had been crossed. Lynn's mind was processing thoughts so fast she thought she would explode. "Go ahead; tell your Mistress what she wants to hear ... you know you are a slut, a whore ... tell her ... tell her ... make your Mistress proud of you ... make your mouth work ..." Her mind was controlling her body now and she could feel it. She could feel the wonderment of it all deep in her soul. That little shameless smile of pure lust was on her face again and she started to speak again.

"I am a brainless slut. My Mistress, through her enormous generosity, has undertaken the responsibility for my further education. I dedicate myself to work hard to always bring pleasure and comfort to my Mistress and to make her proud ... proud to own me."

Miss Tamala put the ruler back on her desk. She then reached down to her kneeling bitches and put one hand on the back of Lynn's head and one hand on the back of Ann's head. She began to pull their heads together. "Kiss each other and don't stop until I tell you to," she said to both of them. "You are now whore sisters."

Lynn felt Ann's lips close on her mouth. Unlike the little kiss they shared in the video room this one was much more passionate. She felt Ann's lips completely encircle her lips; felt her tongue probing inside of her mouth, touching her tongue and she responded in kind. The words of Miss Tamala were flashing through her mind. "Whore sisters," she was thinking. "I share my position with her ... we are one and the same ... I am not the only one that feels this submissive sensation ... I have a sister ... a whore sister." Her arousal which was already at a high peak was going even higher if that was possible. She was experiencing what felt like the rumblings of the beginning of an earthquake between her legs and she could hear her brain pounding ... "I want to cum ... I want to cum ... I need to ... I need to cum."

Ann, for her part, was enjoying herself. She liked Lynn and was excited to feel her lips, to taste Miss Tamala all over Lynn's mouth and tongue. It excited her even more when she imagined where Lynn's tongue had been. And like Lynn it was somewhat reassuring to know that she wasn't the only one that had these submissive and inferior feelings toward Miss Tamala although at this level of her training it really didn't matter much.

Miss Tamala had taken her hands away from the back of the heads of her white bitches. She reached down underneath Lynn's skirt until her hand reached her panties. They were totally soaked in Lynn's pussy juices, juices that had been building up for a few hours now. She reached under the elastic crotch material until she felt Lynn's pussy lips. She could feel Lynn's body jerk and just slightly push downward as though she was trying to get Miss Tamala's fingers inside of her pussy. Miss Tamala could hear little muffled moans coming from Lynn's 'kissing mouth.' She let one finger inside and softly twisted it around. Then she inserted the second finger in Lynn's pussy and started to rub Lynn's erect clit. She could feel the vaginal muscles tighten and then loosening up, squeezing and unsqueezing around her fingers. She knew Lynn was very, very close. She knew Lynn was trying with all her heart to be obedient. She knew that Lynn, even now when her orgasm was so close, was using the 'lessons' she had taught her the last few days to wait for permission ... permission from her teacher.

"Go ahead you little fucking slut, release yourself," Miss Tamala said to Lynn in a soft voice.

Lynn's whole body shook with her orgasm. She almost collapsed in Ann's arms, their lips still locked together. Lynn was twisting her mouth all around Ann's lips as though she was trying to swallow them. She had never ... never had another woman bring her to a climax in this way or any other way as far as that goes. The moans coming from her kissing mouth were sounds of extreme pleasure. She felt the magic fingers of Miss Tamala bringing her down from the heights slowly. For a few minutes she felt wonderful as though she was floating somewhere through her dreams. After a few more minutes of settling down she was beginning to feel little pangs of guilt. Like she had done something very wrong and would never be able to live with herself again.

Miss Tamala knew this was a very important crossroads for her new bitch. She knew this was her first time with another woman. She unbuttoned her own blouse. "Stop kissing," she said to Lynn and Ann. Immediately their lips parted. Ann kept her head upright but Lynn had bowed hers down in embarrassment or maybe it was self pity.

Miss Tamala took the pony tailed head of Lynn and pulled in between the deep brown valley of her opened blouse. She still had her bra on but the cleavage was so deep that Lynn could almost bury her head in between her beautiful and large breasts.

Miss Tamala began to pet Lynn's head. "Good slut ... good little sucker," she said to Lynn while petting her head in long soothing stokes from front to back.

Lynn felt the warmth of Miss Tamala's large and beautiful brown breasts on her face cheeks. She inhaled the mixture of skin and perfume. It was comfortable here between these twin globes. She felt almost like a baby that was held close by her mother. She felt a little moisture in this valley.

"You are going to be a good whore for me," Miss Tamala kept talking to her in a very soft and sexy tone of voice. And Lynn almost automatically responded by sticking her tongue out and licked the moisture she found between Miss Tamala's breasts. Miss Tamala enjoyed feeling her new whore sucking up the perspiration from between her breasts. "Just like a little puppy," she thought. Stroke them and they suck."

Miss Tamala held onto Lynn's head and let her continue to suck up the perspiration in the valley of her breasts while she observed Ann still kneeling in front of her. Ann had assumed her 'service position' with her hands under her chin in the prayer position. She raised her foot up to Ann. "Take my shoe off and suck my toes she said to Ann."

"Yes ma'am," Ann answered as though she was being given a great privilege. She eagerly removed Miss Tamala's shoe and began to suck her toes. She ran her tongue underneath her toes first, along the crease where the toes were connected to the sole of Miss Tamala foot. Ann knew this crease well. This is where most of the perspiration and foot odor gathered. And that perspiration and foot odor always lit a fire deep within Ann's pussy and she loved it. Then she started at the big toe and took it completely in her mouth. Then she moved to the next toe, and the next toe, until she had done the same to each and every one. Ann had done this many times before and she seemed to love it more each time. She loved the taste it left in her mouth. Ann viewed this service she was providing as a reward. And as her training had taught her, rewards are earned by obedience. But most of all it felt so wonderful to glance up from this low position to see this beautiful, strong and imperial black woman who ruled her life. Ann knew, without a doubt, there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be. And there was no one else in the world that could satisfy this ingrained need she had to serve. To see the smile of satisfaction on Miss Tamala's beautiful face was the fulfillment of her submissive life.

Miss Tamala was enjoying herself also. This was the first time she had both of her bitches together. "The 'new' and the 'old'," she thought, "and both were demonstrating their worship for her at the same time". The licking and sucking tongues brought sensations to parts of her body that other people could only dream of. "Does it get any better?" she thought to herself. She lifted Lynn's head up a little bit from her licking at the perspiration between her breasts so she could get at her mouth. She brought her hand that was soaked with Lynn's pussy juices up to her lips. "Open my slut," she said to Lynn.

Lynn opened her mouth without a hint of resistance or hesitation. Like a good little slut, obedience to Miss Tamala was becoming second nature to her now. She felt Miss Tamala's wet fingers enter. She felt them rub all over the roof of her mouth, her tongue and her teeth. Miss Tamala was spreading all of Lynn's pussy juices every where she could in Lynn's mouth. And Lynn was sucking on her fingers just like the good sucker Miss Tamala told her she was.

Miss Tamala was entering a new phase of the lifestyle she had chosen for herself. As she relaxed with both of her pretty and young white bitches, she was thinking: "I can't wait to get them home and share them with my partner and mentor, Dr. Mary."

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Ms. Tamala Barker, Attorney at Law, successful business woman and now, owner of two very pretty young white bitches, sat at her desk after sending both Piglet and Suckle out of her office to get some work done. Piglet was responsible for getting Suckle started and for getting Suckle familiar with what would become her working life for at least the next three months.

Today was Friday and she decided that she would make it a short day by closing early. It had been a very good week. She had approved and assigned over $500,000 in new defense contracts. That would bring in at least $50,000 in commissions for the last two weeks of work. "A nice profit," she thought. Plus there was the matter of Lynn Langley, or 'Suckle' as she was now known. She had never imagined making so much progress with Suckle so fast. She thought it would take at least three weeks to get Suckle's head between her legs and here it was only the second day. Tamala wasn't sure whether to attribute this success to the fact that she was becoming more and more dominant every day or whether Suckle was much more submissive than she had first assumed. It almost blew her mind to think how easy Suckle had been. Tamala was a very beautiful, proud and confident woman so she preferred to believe Suckle's rapid progress was due to her dominance. It got her so excited just thinking of the things she wanted to do to her yet. She was planning on spending this whole weekend with Dr. Mary moving Suckle along the path to complete servitude to her. "Dr. Mary was right," she thought, "it won't be long and Suckle will just be another babbling idiot kneeling to kiss and worship her ass."

But Tamala knew there were other things that had to be taken care of before that came to pass. There was the matter of David, Suckle's fiancé. She had to figure a way to get him out of the picture. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a dossier she had made on David. She opened it and began to read:

"David Webster, age, 30; height, 6'1''; weigh, 210 lbs; hair color, blonde; eyes, blue; background information, graduates this year from law school; was employed after graduating from college as a paralegal for 4 years before entering law school; single; was arrested once for impersonating a woman, charges were dropped because of prior clean record."

"Hmmmmmm ..." Tamla was thinking, "maybe, just maybe, I really shouldn't be thinking about getting him out of the picture. Maybe I should be thinking about getting him into the picture. He doesn't sound like much of a 'macho' man to me and we could always use a grounds keeper around our house especially if he can lick ass as good as his girlfriend Suckle". Tamala put that thought aside for now and went on to other things.

There was the matter of the large trust fund Suckle's father had put aside for her before he died. As an influential attorney she felt confident she could take care of that. Tamala even giggled a little at this last thought. Then there was also Suckle's last year of law school coming up after the completion of her internship here with Ms. Barker. This thought brought another smile to Tamala's face. "Shit," she thought, "at the end of Suckle's three month internship she and Dr. Mary would have Suckle totally convinced that was too stupid to even go to the bathroom without supervision let alone complete law school."

Yes, Tamala Barker and Dr. Mary Mercy still had a lot of work to do. And time would tell if they were successful.

(To be continued). . . . . . .