The Interns

Chapter X----Suckle Gets a Shower

There was an eerie calm in Dr. Mary's laboratory and medical room after the passionate orgasms of both Miss Tamala and Suckle. Dr. Mary had given Suckle a very mild sedative by injection to calm her down a bit. Dr. Mary had deemed this necessary because even after Miss Tamala had 'dismounted' from Suckle's head, Suckle was still moving her tongue up and down and stretching her tongue out from her mouth as far as she could as though she still wanted to suck more of the pussy that had just been removed from her head, nose and mouth. Suckle had closed her eyes immediately after receiving the injection and fell asleep. Dr. Mary also removed the 'cock' tongue stud from Suckle's tongue and the large black rubber penis from her vagina after administering the sedative. But before removing the tongue stud she had taken many pictures of Suckle using an electronic camera. She had printed them out on her photograph printer and was now relaxing with Miss Tamala in two chairs that were just a few feet from the lightly sleeping Suckle sipping on their ice tea and looking at the photographs.

"Look at this one," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala as she handed her a picture. The picture was of Suckle's head and face just as Miss Tamala was removing her ass and pussy from Suckle's head. The picture showed a close up of Suckle's face with the thick and massive black pubic hair of Miss Tamala's pussy just a foot above it. There was still a stream of Miss Tamala's vagina juices dipping down toward Suckle's face from her pussy lips which were also visible in the picture. Suckle's face was completely covered with Miss Tamala's vagina lubricants. It almost appeared as though someone had deliberately covered Suckle face with a whitish translucent paste. The juices formed little tiny pools in Suckle's eye sockets and one could very plainly see the translucent substance almost filling both of her nostrils. Most of the secretions were gathered around Suckle's mouth and were dipping from her chin. Mixed in with all of these lubricants were dozens of the black curly ringlets from Miss Tamala's pubic hair.

"Damn, I really gave the bitch's head a good fucking, didn't I," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

"Ha, ha, ha, yes, you sure did darling girl," Dr. Mary replied. "For a while there I thought you were going to drown the bitch with your juices you were flowing so much."

Sometimes when Dr. Mary was fucking Miss Tamala with one of her favorite dildos, she would call Tamala 'Miss Juicy' because of Miss Tamala's unique ability to emit such enormous amounts of natural lubricants. This fact became a little 'private' playful banter between them when they were making love.

"Shit, look at the white fucker's face in this picture," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary as she exchanged pictures and handed the one she was referring to Dr. Mary.

This new picture was another close up of Suckle's face taken just a few minutes after Miss Tamala had gotten off of Suckle's head. The same abundant pussy juices were there but in this picture Suckle had her mouth closed as far as she could close it. The tip of her tongue was extended out from between the closed lips and the inch long silver polished penis part of the tongue stud rested obscenely against Suckle's upper juice covered lip. Her nose looked like it was still flattened down from Miss Tamala's weight and her face cheeks were a bright red color probably from the rubbing of Miss Tamala's thick thighs as she was reaching her climax. This picture was taken a few minutes before Dr. Mary injected Suckle with the sedative. Obviously, Suckle was still on a sexually induced extreme adrenaline high because she had a very depraved smile on her face.

"You know girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala, "I think this little whore is going to be much easier to train than Piglet was. "Maybe that's because Piglet was married at the time her training began and she was used to having a dick in her on a steady basis. I don't think Suckle has had that much experience with men. Did you see the way she bucked her ass when I made her cum at the same time you were having your orgasm?" Dr. Mary continued in her analytical tone of voice.

"Yeah, I noticed how high she was bucking," Miss Tamala answered. "How the hell fast did you have that rubber dildo pumping in her."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed again. "Probably a little too fast. Guess I got a little carried away with the way you were fucking her face. I think that eight inch dildo might have been a little too much length to start her with. When the bitch was in that reclined position, I noticed every time the rubber cock was on its 'in' cycle and reached maximum depth her pussy lips were completely stretched out at the base of the dildo and I could clearly see the outline of the cock head bulge out in her tummy. But it was a lot of fun, wasn't it?" Dr. Mary continued.

"Oh hell yes, darling doctor," Miss Tamala replied. Suckle has one of the prettiest faces I ever rode. It didn't take her long to learn how to use that tongue stud either. She hit my clit at least a hundred times with it. I had one of the best orgasms I've had in a long time," Miss Tamala continued.

"Well are you still thinking about domesticating her?" Dr. Mary asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Miss Tamala answered. "I would like to train her as a house pet. I really don't need her at work. Piglet can do the work I need done at the office and if I need help I can always make Suckle work at home. But we have to figure out a way to get her damn fiancé out of the picture. He has a record you know, and we may be able to use that to our advantage," Miss Tamala continued.

"I know he has some kind of a rap sheet from what you told me," Dr. Mary replied. "But what do you have in mind?"

"Well he was never indicted, but he was arrested for impersonating a woman. The police picked him up in a gay bar. My contacts in the investigating department found that out. Hmmmm ... I was thinking, we do need a male around the house to take care of the grounds, know what I mean?" Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed. "My beautiful partner is very ambitious. But be careful. Make sure you do a thorough background check on him. We don't want to stir up any suspicions around here," she continued.

"Oh I know ... I have the best investigation people in the country that owe me plenty of favors. I'll be sure before I suggest we move in that direction," Miss Tamala answered.

"Good. Now getting back to this white whore, if you really want to make her a house pet I would suggest we make some modifications and model her after European slaves," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "Here, look at these pictures I got from Mistress Katrina when I was in Amsterdam last year."

Dr. Mary went over to her desk drawer and brought pictures back and handed them to Miss Tamala.

"See, these are a couple of Mistress Katrina's female slaves. See how big their tits are? Look at how small their waists are and how fat their asses are. These are all modifications that Miss Katrina had made to them," Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala.

"Wow ... that's amazing. Can you do that to Suckle?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Honey girl, I can do anything you want done. Remember, Suckle is my gift to you because I love you so much. I can make her tits as big as you want them and her ass as fat as you want it," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "What I can't do I have friends that can do."

"Oh shit, I'd like to make Suckle's ass fat ... even fatter than those in the picture. Shit, I am getting so hot just thinking about it I am starting to get wet again. Shit, let's make her tits hang down to her belly button ... ha, ha ... let's ...," Miss Tamala was saying to Dr. Mary in a voice that was building more and more with excitement.

"Shhhh ... ssshhhhh ... calm down girl. You are going to catch on fire," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala while watching a new sexual arousal beginning to take place in her partner and lover. Dr. Mary reached over and kissed Miss Tamala on the lips. "I love to see you hot like this honey girl, but we have to take one step at a time."

"I know, I know," Miss Tamala answered. "Just looking at the fucking white bastard laying there naked and thinking about making changes in her stupid body makes me want to go over there and fuck her head again," Miss Tamala continued as she looked at the sleeping and naked Suckle still reclined on the 'special' chair a few feet from her.

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed at Miss Tamala's hot natured comments. "My, my, you're sure 'randy' today my sweet beautiful black baby," Dr. Mary continued while again kissing Miss Tamala on the cheek. "Listen, we have to start using some more psychology on the bitch when she wakes up. When we get through with her she will have nothing but the desire for sucking pussy in that stupid honky brain of hers. I promise you a lot more fun with your 'present' before the evening is over. OK?" Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala trying to slow down her building sexual arousal.

Dr. Mary knew Miss Tamala well enough to know she had a very strong sexual drive. That's what she so loved in Miss Tamala. She had a libido that could be 'turned on' very easily. She also knew that when Miss Tamala got in this state of mind, she sometimes would stop at nothing in order to satisfy herself. "I'm the same way," Dr. Mary thought to herself, "that's what probably makes us so attracted to each other. But with my training and experience in psychiatry, I can usually get some control in this situation," Dr. Mary continued thinking.

Miss Tamala reached over to the intercom and flipped the switch to 'on.' "Piglet, get your ass down here now," Miss Tamala yelled in the intercom in a sexually frustrated sounding voice.

"Yes Mistress," returned Piglet's voice over the intercom.

For a minute after Piglet arrived in the laboratory, Dr. Mary thought Miss Tamala might take her rising sexual frustration out on Piglet. At first she was going to try to soothe Miss Tamala some more but them she thought ... "the hell with it; let her do whatever she wants with the bitch."

When Suckle entered the laboratory, she immediately glanced at the reclining, naked, and sleeping Suckle. She saw the mess on Suckle's face and knew from past experience what had happened to Suckle. Piglet felt a twitch of desire in her own loins. She had been ridden in this fashion many times by Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary and she always looked forward to having her head and face used in this way. But she knew better than to give any indication of her slight arousal to Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala was always the one to decide such things. So after glancing at Suckle, she immediately cast her glance downward in order to be sure to not offend her Mistress.

"Get the urinal, I have to piss," Miss Tamala said to Piglet.

"Yes Mistress," answered Piglet as she went over to the table to get the urinal.

Piglet had been well trained in this procedure. She knew what to do when she was summoned by one of her Mistress's for this purpose. She returned in front of Miss Tamala with the urinal in her hand and knelt down in front of her. Miss Tamala picked up her gown to a height above her waist. Miss Tamala's beautiful pubic hair and pussy were totally exposed and Piglet could see the wet remnants of the juices Miss Tamala had just recently spread all over Suckle's face still soaking those black curly ringlets surrounding her pussy. The odor of recent sexual release was also very conspicuous.

Now Piglet's training took over and she followed her now natural instincts that did'nt any longer require any thought on her part. Piglet reached her head up and placed a soft kiss on Miss Tamala's belly button. Then she placed another two soft kisses precisely an inch apart a little lower down on Miss Tamala's belly just above where her pubic hair started its descent. Next Piglet put her head as far under Miss Tamala's pussy as it would go. She kept her face upward, stuck her tongue out and searched for the very back of Miss Tamala's vagina lips in an area where the crack of her ass stopped and her pussy began. When Piglet found the right 'spot' she put her tongue just inside of the vagina lips and licked, back to front, until she reached the very top of the pussy slit. Piglet did this three times. This was the procedure she was always to use when was summoned to assist one of her Mistress's in their need to urinate.

Dr. Mary watched Piglet's performance with pride. She knew from her training in psychiatry that through the use of fear mixed with sexual desire, repetition enforced with very strict discipline, and finally rewards for fulfilling a task in the precise manner as instructed made an excellent and obedient slave. So as she watched the preciseness with which Piglet assisted Miss Tamala with her need to urinate just as she had been trained to do, she felt an overwhelming excitement go through her body.

After Piglet finished preparing Miss Tamala's pussy for urination with her tongue and lips, she placed the plastic urinal under her, keeping her face very close to the opening of the plastic urinal. Also immediately the yellow liquid began to spray out in a hard steady stream. Miss Tamala looked down at the kneeling Piglet and saw her breathe in deep through her nostrils as the scent of urine rose up from the urinal catching the yellow stream. Miss Tamala hadn't released her urine for quite a while so it came out in a thick and hard stream splashing up from the urinal with the wet yellow drops hitting and dotting Piglet's face. This was the purpose for Piglet to keep her face close to the opening of the urinal. Miss Tamala felt any splashing or overflow caused by her urination would be better on Piglet's face than on her clean floor.

After the stream of urine stopped coming out from Miss Tamala's vagina, Piglet carefully put the plastic container down. She again put her head under Miss Tamala's pussy in the same manner as she previously did doing the pre-urination preparations and cleaned Miss Tamala's pussy of any remaining drops that might be still on the pubic hair or vagina lips and being very careful to make sure she also dipped her tongue further inside to clean up any urine there. Then she sat back on her legs to await further instructions from her lovely Mistress.

"Good girl, good little pig," Miss Tamala said to Piglet giving her the 'back and forth puppy pet' on her head again. "Piglet is such a good piss girl," Miss Tamala continued talking down to the sitting Piglet. "Do you think you can teach Suckle to be as good a piss girl as you are?"

"Thank you Mistress Tamala," Piglet responded looking up into the beautiful face and eyes of the dark skinned Mistress she loved so much. Piglet had a very big smile on her face from the compliments and petting she had just received. She even ran her tongue around her lips in a very lewd gesture in her own voluntary effort to demonstrate to Miss Tamala what a good pig she could be. "Oh yes, Mistress Tamala, I think I can show sister Suckle how to be a good piss girl," Piglet continued.

"Good. Now get back upstairs and finish the tasks I have assigned to you," she said to Piglet.

"Yes Mistress," Piglet answered with another little smile on her face. She got two 'good's' in a row and she was really proud of pleasing her Mistress.

Miss Tamala saw Dr. Mary over by Suckle. Suckle was just beginning to wake up from the mild sedative she had been given and Dr. Mary had pulled her chair over closer to Suckle to observe her.

Suckle was moving her head side to side very slowly as she was trying to wake up. She tried to open her eyes but some of Miss Tamala vagina juices were still in her corners of her eyes. When she finally got her eyes part way opened everything was blurry as through she had been swimming under water and had just opened her eyes. Dr. Mary reached into the corners of Suckle's eyes with her pretty manicured red fingernail and gathered up what vagina juices were there in an effort to help Suckle see better. Dr. Mary had gotten a good amount of Miss Tamala's vaginal secretions on her finger from both of Suckle's eyes so she just smeared it under Suckle's nose and just above her top lip of her mouth.

Miss Tamala had come over to stand by the reclining Suckle and watch what was going on. Dr. Mary looked up at Miss Tamala from her sitting position in the chair. "I figured I would let her smell you're pussy odor for the time being," she said to Miss Tamala. "I can't think of a better way for this little bastard to wake up than with the odor of your pussy in her brain." Unless you have other ideas," Dr. Mary continued.

"How is she doing?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Oh fine," Dr. Mary answered. "She is a very healthy young girl and will be fine. She will probably have a sore pussy for a while because I rammed her pretty good. She also has a very high sex drive. Look, her nipples are still hard," Dr. Mary continued.

"Yes, I see," Miss Tamala answered. "I knew she was a hot one the first time I got her head between my legs. I knew she never sucked pussy before but once I gave her some instructions she dug right in," Miss Tamala continued.

"OK, she is waking up now," Dr. Mary said. "I want to keep her hot and sexually at her peak. Her emotions and thoughts are still filled with her last orgasm so it is a good time to use some more psychology on her. Just follow my lead dear," Dr. Mary continued speaking to Miss Tamala.

"Right doctor dear," Miss Tamala answered. "But you know I am getting hot again so I may have to take her again."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed. "You're such a bad girl," she said to Miss Tamala in a teasing tone of voice.

"Suckle ... Suckle, time to wake up ... come on, open your eyes," Dr. Mary was saying in a gentle tone of voice to Suckle while lightly tapping her face.

Suckle tried to open her eyes. First she moved her tongue around trying to remember why she couldn't get her tongue back in her mouth earlier. She was still somewhat groggy and her tongue was still a little sore. She felt like there was still something attached to her tongue but yet she could now get her tongue back in her mouth. Suckle was asleep when Dr. Mary removed the tongue stud so since Suckle could now maneuver her tongue she felt as though she might have been dreaming and had imagined what had just taken place.

She turned her head and looked over at Dr. Mary who was looking back at her through her thin rimmed glasses. Suckle, still somewhat dazed, thought for a moment she might be in a hospital somewhere just coming out from being under some type of analgesia. She turned her head to look up at Miss Tamala standing in front of her.

Dr. Mary pressed a button and lifted the reclining part of the chair up so Suckle was now just half way reclined. She stopped tapping Suckle's face and moved her hands over to Suckle's breasts and started to softly massage the firm globes alternating between the soft squeezes and the light pinching of her nipples. It only took a few minutes for Suckle's body and mind to respond to these expert manipulations of Dr. Mary.

"Look Suckle, look at Mistress Tamala," Dr. Mary started to speak to Suckle in a very soft tone of voice keeping up the massaging of her breasts. "Isn't your Mistress beautiful?"

Suckle's head was clearing. "Ye ... yes ... beautiful ...," Suckle was still struggling to remember. "Yes, Madame Doctor Mercy, yes ... beautiful ... Mistress ... beautiful," Suckle spoke, her voice clearing up, memories of her training coming back.

"That's right Suckle," Dr. Mary spoke again to Suckle. "Tell your Mistress Tamala how beautiful she is. You do want to do that, don't you," Dr. Mary continued in that soft persuasive tone of voice.

"Yes ... oh, yes ... Mistress Tamala, you are beautiful ... so beautiful ... yes," the rapidly increasing enthusiastic and excited voice of Suckle replied while responding to the kneading of her breasts and nipples.

Dr. Mary took one hand away from Suckle's breast and began to pet her. "Good Suckle, good Suckle," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

A big smile came on Suckle's face as soon as she felt the petting on her head and the words 'good, good.' It was like a trigger that went off in her mind telling her she was doing something that pleased one of her superiors so she was being rewarded. "It still amazes me," Dr. Mary was thinking to herself as she observed the responses of Suckle, "just how easy it is to reprogram someone with a submissive personality by exploiting their sexual emotions and to this point in time, their yet latent sexual desires."

"Why don't you pull your chair over here by Suckle," Dr. Mary said to the still standing Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala pulled her chair over close to the half reclining and naked Suckle to join Dr. Mary who was in the same position on the other side of Suckle. When they were both in position, Dr. Mary again began applying her expert psychological suggestions to Suckle.

Dr. Mary stopped her caressing of Suckle's breasts. In one hand she picked up the mirror from the side of the chair and with the other hand she grabbed a cluster of Suckle's hair and pulled her head up abruptly so she faced her reflection in the mirror.

"Now stupid Suckle," Dr. Mary spoke to Suckle in a completely changed tone of voice. The soft persuasive voice was gone. In its place was a very dominant and harsh voice. "Tell Mistress Tamala what that ugly thing with the pussy juice smeared face is in the mirror." At this point Dr. Mary wanted to analyze Suckle's memory to see if she retained this part of her training.

"I ... it's ... I ...," Suckle was struggling again. The rapid change in Dr. Mary's behavior and voice and the hard pulling upward of her hair caught Suckle by surprised as she tried to recall what she had been taught.

Dr. Mary didn't give her a second chance. She pulled Suckle's hair very hard so her head was almost was straight up and shook her head violently. "Think you dumb bastard, think ... whose face is in the mirror," Dr. Mary yelled even louder.

"Suck ... Suckle the whore ... Suckle the ugly whore ... Suckle," Suckle answered quickly in response to the painfully pulling and shaking of her head trying her best to satisfy Dr. Mary with her answers.

"Who is Suckle the whore," Dr. Mary questions came faster.

"I am Suckle the whore," replied Suckle just as fast.

"Why are you a whore Suckle?" Dr. Mary kept up the rapid pace of her questions.

"Suckle is a whore because ... because ... because Suckle likes to suck pussy," Suckle did her best to think as fast as she could and keep up the pace set by Dr. Mary's questions. She remembered ... "Miss Tamala told me that so that must be correct," she thought to herself

Dr. Mary, ever the perfectionist in psychological training, eased off on the pulling of Suckle's hair and shaking of her head. She leaned over closer to Suckle's ear and began speaking softly again and in a very concerned tone of voice.

"Yes, that's right," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. You are a nasty little whore. You are a bad, bad girl because you love to suck pussy and lick asses. But that's all right Suckle. You can't help yourself if you're a whore. Mistress Tamala knows that you are a bad girl and is willing to give you what you need. Isn't that wonderful of your Mistress?" Dr. Mary continued inserting new thoughts into Suckle's mind.

"Yes ... yes, my ... my Mistress is wonderful," Suckle answered. Suckle felt a rush of excitement flash through her loins as she acknowledged and paid compliments to her Mistress. Just saying the word 'Mistress' seemed to excite her any more.

Miss Tamala watched as Dr. Mary conducted her almost magical implanting of thoughts into Suckle's mind. Miss Tamala smiled at Dr. Mary. "I guess I better get the whore cleaned up," she said to Dr. Mary.

"Good idea," Dr. Mary replied. "And I will clean up a little around here. Maybe we can give the bitch the rest of her physical examination later on," Dr. Mary continued.

"Sounds good to me," Miss Tamala said as she got up from the chair, reached for Suckle's collar and chain and put the metal choker collar back around Suckle's neck.

Suckle felt the cold metal lock around her neck again. Then she felt the quick pull on the chain.

"Aaahhhh," Suckle moaned at the first pull as the choker chain performed as designed and dug into the soft skin of Suckle's neck. Miss Tamala kept a steady pull on the chain in order to make Suckle get out of the chair. Once Suckle was on her feet she wobbled a little. She felt a little weak from all the expended energy that had left her body during her orgasm. She felt a little soreness in her vagina but her natural lubricants had made the soreness subside somewhat so it was more uncomforting then painful. Once Miss Tamala pulled on the chain again Suckle didn't hesitate. Even though her legs felt a little weak, she nevertheless followed her Mistress.

Miss Tamala walked over to the other end of the laboratory. As she was leading Suckle there, she stopped momentarily and opened a drawer in another cabinet. She took out what appeared to Suckle to be a two foot long stick made of genuine African ivory. It was an inch thick at the base but tapered very slowly to the tip which seemed to be very thin. Miss Tamala shook the stick up and down a few times as though testing its flexibility and it made a little 'whooshing' sound as it cut through the air.

Miss Tamala took a moment while flexing this ivory implement and stared at Suckle as though she was more or less inspecting her. She looked at this young woman who just a few days ago was a complete stranger to her. She looked at Suckle's very firm young breasts that jutted out so proudly from her chest, the red nipples that now seem to be in a perpetual state of hardness, the flatness of her young stomach and the thick mat of light brown pubic hair, the well shaped legs and flawless white skin that seemed to flow from Suckle's face to the bottom of her feet.

"She is really a beauty," Miss Tamala thought to herself. "But I must never let her know I see her that way. In order for her to become completely subservient to me she must be trained and convinced to think she is an 'ugly whore' who is unworthy to be in my presence. I must become the most important person in her life. Then, and only then will she truly belong to me."

Miss Tamala snapped out of her trance like observation of Suckle. She pulled on the choker chain again and continued leading Suckle to the other side of the laboratory. She only stopped when she came to a very small shower stall. The shower stall was made to accommodate only one person. It too, was made of the same stainless steel as the walls and most everything else in this room. However, it did have a clear glass door. The faucets, along with other dials, were located on the outside of the shower stall as were the soap dishes and an assortment of brushes.

Inside the 'shower stall' the shower head was very large. It started in the center of the top of the stall and almost took up the complete ceiling area. Along the sides of the stall, placed three feet apart, were high pressure nozzles. The whole 'shower stall' appeared to be a place where you would put something that you would want thoroughly cleaned through the use of water inserted at a very high pressure.

After Miss Tamala opened the glass door to the shower stall, she pulled on Suckle's choker chain leading her over to the door.

"Stand in front of the shower," Miss Tamala spoke in a loud firm voice to Suckle.

Suckle obeyed the pull of her chain, stepped up to the opened door and looked into this very strange shower. She had never seen anything remotely like it and she began to visibly tremble.

Miss Tamala loved to watch the fearful look on Suckle's face increase as she tried to anticipate what was going to happen to her. She even felt that familiar quiver shoot through her vagina as she took the time to watch the trembling Suckle. Miss Tamala turned one of the outside faucets on. The water began coming out of the large sprinkler-like shower head installed on the ceiling in a steady hard stream until it reached a temperature of Miss Tamala's choosing. Miss Tamala knew the water was very hot ... not hot enough to do any damage but hot enough to be very uncomfortable to anyone who would enter this hard stream of water.

Miss Tamala unhooked the chain from the link on Suckle's collar and Suckle's body was really shaking now as she watched the steam rising up from the hot water as it struck the stainless steel floor of the shower stall. Suckle had a strange feeling running throughout her mind and body. "Oh God," she was thinking to herself, "please ... please ... Mistress wouldn't put me in there ... it's too hot ... it's too hot," her brain continued flashing these warning signals to her.

Miss Tamala dropped the lead chain that she had uncoupled from the Suckle's choker chain on the floor outside of the shower stall. Suckle heard the metallic sound as it stuck the floor.

"Get in," she heard Miss Tamala speak in a loud voice.

Suckle hesitated again for a moment. Then, as the authoritative voice of Miss Tamala flickered through her mind ... the voice that had become what seemed like very natural to Suckle now to obey ... she stepped into the very hot water with her foot and right leg up to knee level. Immediately she pulled back.

"Whaaack," the sound of Miss Tamala's ivory cane-like whip stuck Suckle's ass cheek making it bounce violently. "Get in," Suckle heard Miss Tamala's voice even louder now.

"Aaaahhhh, aaahhhhh," Suckle's voice filled the basement as she reacted to the very sharp pain of the blow she felt on her ass cheek.

Miss Tamala had purposely chosen this ivory disciplining tool. This ivory cane, unlike a leather whip, was meant to cut very deep into the soft flesh of Suckle's ass. Miss Tamala knew this was the very first whipping Suckle's ass was receiving and she wanted to make an unforgettable impression on Suckle.

She also knew that the pain would last a long time and leave large red welts on Suckle's ass. Miss Tamala loved to watch a red welt rise on one of her bitches' asses. It always brought her to a higher state of arousal.

"Get the fuck in whore," Miss Tamala yelled again at Suckle.

"It's ... it's ... Suckle tried to protest, stuttering because her thought processes and her exposure to her recent 'training' was telling her she didn't have a right to protest. "It's hot," she tried anyway.

"Whaaack, whaaaack," Suckle felt two sharp strikes on her other ass cheek.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch," the rapid cries came from Suckle mouth as she reacted to the vicious strikes on her other ass cheek. These last too blows took her breath away and she inhaled deeply trying to fill her lungs with a new supply of oxygen to cope with the pain she felt on her ass cheeks. Suckle didn't hesitate any more. Rather she stepped into the hot hard stream of water rapidly in an attempt to get it over with as fast as she could. In a few moments the hot water completely soaked her from head to toe. "Aaaaah, ooohhhh, ooohhhh ...I'm burning ... I'm burning ... oh God, oh God ...," Suckle was crying in a loud voice that gradually tapered off to moaning sounds as her body adjusted to the very hot water.

Miss Tamala let the water run for a few minutes until she was satisfied that Suckle was completely soaked, then she shut the water off. She looked at the very deep pink color of Suckle's skin that the hot water had brought out. She looked at the single red puffy welt on Suckle's right ass cheek and then looked at the two welts rising on Suckle's left ass cheek.

"Do you see and understand what disobedience brings stupid?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle in that teaching tone of voice again.

"Yes Mistress, yes Mistress," Suckle answered, "yes ... yes ... I won't disobey ... I ... I ..." Suckle was searching for the right answers to appease her Mistress ... "Suckle ... Suckle won't disobey anymore," Suckle said again now remembering to refer to herself in the third person as Miss Tamala had taught her.

"Good, very good," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Remember it well dummy. Your Mistress always expects you to obey without hesitation. "Obedience brings rewards, disobedience brings punishment," she continued teaching Suckle. "Repeat it for me whore."

"Obedience brings rewards, disobedience brings punishment," Suckle dutifully answered still softly sobbing.

"Say it again whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Obedience brings rewards, disobedience brings punishment," Suckle submissively answered again.

Miss Tamala reached over and picked up a long handled stiff bristle brush that had a thick pointed and circular top. She dipped it into a can of commercial type liquid soap and starting at the top of Suckle's head began to scrub very hard. This type of soap made heaps of suds. After scrubbing Suckle's head and hair, she scrubbed her face leaving streaks of red from the bristles of the brush intertwined with the pinkness of her heated skin. Then she scrubbed Suckle's back with hard up and down strokes of the brush again leaving brush marks. Now she turned her attention to Suckle chest and her breasts. Miss Tamala put the rounded head of the brush under first, the right breast of Suckle and lifted it upward as though she was weighing its girth. She did this several times before turning her attention to Suckle's left breast. Then she did the same to the left breast.

Miss Tamala now turned her attention to the nipples on Suckle's breasts.

Suckle had already responded to the lifting and dropping of her breasts. She stopped sobbing and was beginning to get that 'far away' look in her eyes ... the look of desire as the 'lifting' of her breasts had the effect of making her feel as though the undersides of her breasts were impaled on the points of needles.

The change of expressions on Suckle's face wasn't lost on Miss Tamala as she began scrubbing Suckle's nipples ... softly at first, then harder and harder digging the stiff bristles in the soft pimply texture of the aureoles. Suckle sucked in deep breaths as she felt the sensations starting in her nipples and moving down her belly ending up in slight contracting spasms deep in her pussy.

Miss Tamala scrubbed Suckle's belly, then, to the very obvious disappointment of Suckle as Miss Tamala could tell by observing the expressions on Suckle's face and the motions of her body, she moved the brush down to Suckle's legs and feet, skipping her pussy and ass.

Suckle's body was completely covered in thick heavy soap suds. The commercial soap had a disinfecting agent added to it and this left a stinging effect on Suckle's skin.

The very hot water that Suckle had been soaked in, the scrubbing by Miss Tamala with this stiff bristled brush, and the disinfecting agent in the soap left Suckle with tingling burning sensation all over her body. Her body was a bright pink from the hot water and red bristle marks from the very coarse hairs of the brush were on her face, arms, belly, back, legs and feet.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing at Suckle as she stepped back momentarily to observe her 'handiwork'. "I bet if I put you in a dark room you would glow in the dark," she continued in between laughs taunting Suckle.

Miss Tamala stepped forward, reached in the shower stall with the long handle of the brush and with the circular head of the brush lightly tapped the insides of Suckle's thighs. Without a second of hesitation Suckle parted her legs responding to the signal from her Mistress's brush.

"Turn around you scummy filthy thing," Miss Tamala told Suckle in a tone of voice that didn't leave any doubt in Suckle's mind that it was an order and must be obeyed. "Reach back and spread the cheeks of your ass," Miss Tamala continued.

Suckle again responded immediately. Her obedience even impressed Miss Tamala. She had thought Suckle might need some prodding to expose her asshole in what would have been a few days ago, this most obscene manner. Yet, here she was, doing just that for her Mistress. Miss Tamala was even a little disappointed that Suckle's rapid compliance negated the opportunity for her to put a few more red stripes on her ass. But here was Suckle, the fingers of her hands firmly gripping each of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart even wider than necessary in order to comply with her Mistress's directive and to impress her as much as she could with her obedience ... and without a bit of hesitation.

Miss Tamala felt her whole body awakening again with the 'power rush' she was experiencing watching this very pretty white bitch degraded herself in any manner that she wanted her too. The 'power rush' flashing through Miss Tamala's body made her feel like she was ten feet tall, like she was the most powerful woman in the world and that feeling was working like an aphrodisiac as her nipples became rigid with excitement and she could feel the dripping wetness the sexual craving was causing in her vagina. She knew she would definitely be using Suckle's mouth and tongue before long because her body was beginning to demand it.

Miss Tamala dipped the brush in the soap container again and started to rub Suckle's ass cheeks in a rough manner. Then she aimed for the separation in the ass cheeks ... the divide that hid Suckle's little 'rosebud.' After moving the brush head up and down between Suckle's ass cheeks she placed the point and tip of the brush at the entrance and crinkled rosebud. She turned it very slowly and applied just enough pressure on the tip of the brush to enter a half inch. Observing the tightness of Suckle's asshole, Miss Tamala decided not to go any further at this time. "Better to let this to go for another time," she thought to herself. "This is Dr. Mary area of 'expertise' and I don't want to deprive her of the enjoyment she receives 'breaking in' Suckle asshole.

Miss Tamala kept turning the brush very slowly and kept the brush tip inserted in Suckle's ass. This served to keep her own arousal in a high state and also gave Suckle reason to anticipate again. Miss Tamala loved to watch the frightened expression on Suckle's face when she didn't know what was go to happen to her.

Suckle could feel the preliminary stretching of her asshole and the rough bristles of the brush scratching an area of her ass that had never been exposed to anyone before. The fact the she was holding herself 'opened' to permit this brush to enter gave her a sexual feeling and new excitement that she couldn't quite understand. But she could feel the stimulation in her pussy ... and she liked it. She even made a feeble attempt to push her ass backward, slowly of course, so it wouldn't be noticeable to her Mistress, in order to get just a little more of the brush inside. But, like a 'trained animal' the thought of being punished for being disobedient flickered through her mind and she gave it up.

Miss Tamala pulled the brush backward, lowered it down and inserted it between Suckle's legs just lightly enough for Suckle to feel its presence up against her vagina lips. Then she waited ... waited to observe Suckle's reaction. Suckle didn't move for what seemed like an eternity, and then very slowly, she started to move her torso back and forth. Miss Tamala let her go. She knew Suckle wanted to feel more. She knew Suckle was losing control of her emotions. She knew Suckle's sexual instincts were taking over. She watched the large, ear to ear lustful smile on Suckle's face.

Abruptly Miss Tamala pulled the brush away. She stepped to the side of the outside of the shower stall and twisted a handle and the water jets were turned on. The hard stream of very hot water from the high pressure nozzles rocked Suckle back and forth. She felt like a top being spun helplessly around as the water from the jets stung her body from head to toe. Then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. All the soap suds were gone. Suckle stood still, dripping water and her skin glowing a bright red color. Another moment passed and a very light mist began coming from the ceiling shower head. The tiny beads of water forming on her skin from the mist were very comforting. There was even a very light fragrance mixed in with these beads of water. It smelled like a fresh bouquet of lilacs. Lilac ... although Suckle didn't know it at this point, it was Miss Tamala's favorite scent.

Suckle felt like she was waking up on a beautiful spring morning. She could smell the sweet aroma of flowers and the softness of the water soothing her overheated skin. She could feel the muscles in her vagina begging for stimulation. Suckle was now at her highest peak of arousal once again.

She saw Mistress Tamala enter the shower stall. She had removed her negligee and was now completely naked. This was the very first time Suckle was seeing her Mistress in all her glory. Miss Tamala moved into the space of the shower that was only designed for one person. They were face to face with little more than a quarter of an inch of room between them. The mist began covering Mistress Tamala beautiful bronze skin ... the sweet smelling water beads were dancing on her skin.

Suckle looked up into the face of the taller mature face of her Mistress. The thick luxurious jet black hair was seemingly becoming 'pasted' to the side of her face and gave her an appearance that Suckle had never seen before. Her face with her high cheek bones was even more beautiful with these little beads of fragrant water on it. The full lips, with the orange colored lipstick complimented the color of her skin. Suckle let her eyes drop to the firm and much larger breasts of Mistress Tamala. For a moment she compared the large bronze colored breasts with her own smaller and white colored breasts. They extended out from her chest without a bit of sag in them. Mistress Tamala's nipples were twice the size of Suckle's and a darker brown color than Suckle had ever seen. Even further down, Mistress Tamala's stomach was flat and it seemed that the curly ringlets of rich jet black pubic hair was everywhere from her stomach to her loins.

Suckle picked her head up again. She stared in the dark charcoal eyes of her Mistress; the eyes that spoke to her without a decibel of sound. Suckle felt like a speck in comparison to Mistress Tamala. The frame of her body was much smaller than the frame of the mature yet fit body of Miss Tamala. Suckle had the distinct feeling that Mistress Tamala could reach out and completely absorb her into her body and there would be nothing left of her.

Miss Tamala reached out with one hand and put it behind Suckle's head. With her other hand she lifted her breast until the dark nipple was aligned with Suckle's mouth.

"Suck," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a very soft voice.

Suckle took the nipple into her soft mouth. She began to suck on the nipple like a baby starved for her mother's milk. She let her tongue slowly rotate around the nipple and felt waves of ecstasy fill her very core. Slowly, without being directed by Mistress Tamala, she moved her mouth over to the other breast. She did the same here.

Miss Tamala removed her hands and put them down to her sides. From this point on she would let Suckle take the initiative. She wanted Suckle to reinforce in her own mind who owned her ... who she belonged to ... who and what she had become. She wanted Suckle to now become what she had been training her to become ... her whore ... her pet ... her slave!

And Suckle didn't disappoint her.

Suckle let her legs bend slowly, very slowly down to her knees. She kissed Mistress Tamala belly button. She stuck her tongue out and rotated it around the indentation. She felt the coarseness of Miss Tamala's pubic hair on her chin as she was sucking her belly button. Suckle lowered her face and rubbed her face back and forth through the pubic hair she was becoming familiar with. Suckle even turned her head around a few times to feel the ringlets of Miss Tamala's pubic hair on both sides of her face.

Miss Tamala looked down at Suckle through the mist that was deliciously causing tiny beads of water to dip very slowly off her body and onto Suckle's face. It seemed to Miss Tamala that Suckle couldn't get enough of rubbing her face in her pubic hair. Miss Tamala loved looking down at this white bitch ... her white bitch ... paying homage to her superior body.

Suckle hesitated there for minutes. She couldn't decide whether she had permission to do what she really wanted to do. Her mind was working rapidly. "Obedience brings rewards, disobedience brings punishment," Suckle was thinking. She didn't want to be punished. She didn't want to be disobedient. But her mind was ruling her body any more. Her sexual desire was ruling her mind. She wanted to show and demonstrate how much she loved her Mistress. She wanted to demonstrate how much she adored and worshipped this great lady. Her sexual desires told her to risk punishment ... and she did!

Suckle let her lips drift down through the pubic hairs placing soft and worshipful kisses as her head descended. There wasn't a sound above her. She didn't hear any voice telling her what to do or what not to do. Instead, Suckle felt a little movement in Mistress Tamala's hips. They had moved slightly outward and upward. Was this a signal to Suckle to proceed further? Suckle wasn't sure ... should she? The scent coming from Mistress Tamala's pussy mixed with the sweet fragrance of lilac filled her nostrils. Her sense of taste, smell and touch were filled to overflowing.

Suckle wanted more ... more ... more. The overriding desire going through Suckle's mind at this point was to please ... to bring pleasure to her Mistress. This is what her Mistress wanted from her ... expected from her ... demanded from her. "This is what I am here for," she was thinking to herself. "I am Suckle ... Suckle the whore ... Mistress Tamala's whore ... I belong to Mistress Tamala ... I only live to bring her pleasure ... pleasure ... pleasure ...

Suckle made the move. She let her tongue slide further down until it reached the beginning of the slit of Miss Tamala's pussy. She placed a soft worshipful kiss here, then stuck her tongue out again letting it slip inside of Miss Tamala's pussy lips. It was very warm here ... and wet ... wet with the juices she wanted to taste ... to fill her mouth with ... to swallow so they would become part of her. Miss Tamala moved her hips again but it wasn't a demanding or rough move. Instead it was a move to encourage Suckle to continue.

Suckle moved very slowly this time as though she didn't ever want this contact of her mouth and tongue with Miss Tamala's pussy to end. She wanted to bring pleasure to her Mistress like she had never done before. Suckle ran her tongue deeper into Mistress Tamala's pussy, moved it backward along the length of her slit. Then she moved her tongue slowly from the back to the front, stuck it in deeper and curled the tip of her tongue until she found Miss Tamala's clit. Miss Tamala showed her where her clit was the first time and now Suckle felt proud that she had found it on her own. She heard the light sounds of pleasure coming from above her as she flicked her tongue at the clit. The soft sounds of ecstasy coming from Miss Tamala was like a spark of electricity spurring Suckle on.

Suckle brought her head upward and pushed her face deep into the folds of Miss Tamala's pussy lips until her nose was completely inside and the her pussy lips were resting on her face cheeks. Suckle's whole face was now covered by Mistress Tamala's pussy and pubic hairs. She moved her face from side to side making Miss Tamala's juices flow down both of the cheeks of her face.

Suckle was in heaven ... she never felt more bliss in her life. She found herself wishing her head could be an extension of Miss Tamala's pussy. She could barely hear the moans of Miss Tamala becoming louder and louder and then she heard her Mistress's voice speaking to her.

"Put your fingers in your pussy whore," Miss Tamala said. "I want you to masturbate and bring yourself to an orgasm at the same time your mouth and tongue brings me to an orgasm. Be careful dummy. I want you to time your orgasm with your Mistress's orgasm."

"Yesmmmmm, yemmmmm, Mistesmmmmm," Suckle attempted with answer with her face buried in Miss Tamala's pussy.

Miss Tamala was pleased with her last instructions to Suckle. "Wonderful," she was thinking to herself. "Mistress Tamala and her whore slave cumming at the same time. Me by the use of my slaves tongue and her by her own stupid slave fingers."

Mistress Tamala was bucking her hips faster and faster. She reached down and grabbed the back of Suckle's head with both hands. While holding Suckle's head firmly she began to use the back and forth fucking motion across Suckle's face again. She was indeed fucking ... fucking Suckle's face, mouth and tongue.

"Ooooohhhhhh, yes, yes, yes ... that's it my whore pussy licker ... keep sucking ... suck ... suck ... yes ... I'm cumming bastard ... don't stop ... yessssss, yesssss," the voice of Miss Tamala filled Suckle's ears.

Suckle had timed her own orgasm perfectly with her Mistress's. She felt all the energy leave her body in an orgasmic explosion at the same time the most violent bucking of Mistress Tamala's hips crushed her face in an equally explosive orgasm.

This was the second orgasm for both Miss Tamala and Suckle in a little more than an hour. Now there was silence ... just the sound of dripping water coming from Miss Tamala's belly and seeping down on Suckle's face. And yet Suckle didn't stop. After her face had left Miss Tamala's pussy she licked at her thighs. She was trying her best to suck up the 'left over' vagina juices that had leaked down over her face and ended up on the inside of Miss Tamala's thighs.

Miss Tamala looked down at the kneeling Suckle lapping at the insides of her thighs. Suckle looked so obscene the way she stuck tongue out to retrieve her juices. She reminded her of a little teddy bear licking at honey that had come from a beehive.

She was even more amazed when she saw Suckle lower her head way down and kiss each of her feet.

"Yes," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself again, "my newest whore slave is a fast learner and is going to bring me a lot of pleasure and be a lot of fun."