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Chapter Two
Later, Karen buckled a collar on me, attached a leash, and made me wear my heels for their perverse amusement, while dragging me from woman to woman. It took hours, but with the exception of my dear Jane's; I was forced to lick every pussy in the room that night. Some were nasty, others were hot and wet and sweet and I couldn't get enough, but it didn't matter how I felt about it. I ate pussy like a fiend to avoid another ass whipping.
Karen was right there with me the whole time, whispering real time instructions in my ear, staying so close, touching me, fondling me, encouraging me. I was supposed to ask nicely "Please Ma'am, can I have some of your nice pussy?"; next make the &*~#ing bitch cum; ask "Did I do it right Ma'am?" (now imagine how that left me open to ridicule); then "Would you like some more Ma'am?" (even with all the heavy criticism of my technique, not a single one of those bitches turned me down); make them cum again; offer another go at it; … repeat …
Fortunately Karen admonished everyone about being greedy, with "Hey ladies, there are others in line," or else I'd still be there. I mean, imagine these lesbians go out for a beer at their local dive -- most of them dressed in their boots and jeans and those oh-so-fashionable plaid flannel shirts, either that or decked out in some tight-ass leather -- and all the sudden they get to torment this young comely doctor, who had obviously wandered into the wrong bar, who then has to go around on her knees eating pussy and acting all submissive and deferential. Talk about luck … why would anyone want to stop that kind of fun? I imagine they'll be telling their granddaughters about it someday … that is, if any of these bitches ever have granddaughters.
After finishing off each woman, I was forced to look up, my face plastered with her juices, and say "Thank you for the pussy, Ma'am." They trained me to do all this very quickly, clamping down on my vulnerable nipples whenever I hesitated. I shutter to think how pathetic I must have looked to my dear Jane. No one hurt her, but she was forced to watch as they paraded me around on my hands and knees, flaunting my new status as the lowest bitch in the bar.
I already knew it was over with Jane the instant I began to plead with Karen for a good fucking. The pussy eating just finalized the deal. As if things hadn't been bad enough, Karen had made me suck her strapon, which she claimed proved her point to everyone that I liked to suck cocks. It's not like I had a choice or anything. It didn't prove a damn thing except that she was lording over me and making me do it. But by then, desperate as I was, I willingly … no, I enthusiastically, sucked and slobbered all over that hard rubber dick, moaning for a fucking the whole time.
It didn't help at all that Karen was crowing "See, what did I tell you girls!" Oh how the bitches loved that! They were screaming their fool heads off by the time Karen drove it into me. When that magnificent woman finally decided it was time to do me, she stripped down and buckled that harness around her ass, and god … she looked so damned hot! With all my heart, I wanted more than anything at that moment to be her bitch.
When all was done, they took us both up to a flat above the bar. The woman who had been controlling Jane all night, an attractive exotic Brazilian (I later found out), took my former lover to bed, kissed and held her sweetly, but did not fuck her.
As for me, I broke down and cried like a baby from the humiliation of it all, but Karen was so kind and gentle with me when she took me to bed. She held me and kissed me so tenderly, then looked at me so lovingly and began to explain. "My sweet little girl, you know that everything I did tonight was for your own good, don't you, so you would understand?"
I whimpered, not really understanding anything, but feeling so safe in her arms.
"From the moment you first walked into my bar, all nervous and excited at once … and I handed you that beer, gently raking my nails and fingertips over the tender side of your wrist as I gave you your change, stroking your palm, squeezing your little fingers in mine, testing your reaction, then catching your frightened flittering eyes as you tried to jerk your hand away, tried to look away … well dear, I decided at that very moment that I would have to make you mine."
She continued, "I quickly realized that there was something dysfunctional about your relationship with Jane. You were pretending to be something you were not, something you knew nothing about. It became obvious that you would need some guidance to discover your true nature. And that you would need to be properly trained."
Karen did not fuck me again that night. She held me like a lover and took her sweet time getting to know my body. When it was my turn, I slid down the bed and spent the rest of the night between her strong shapely thighs becoming intimately familiar with the delicate folds of her sweet shaved pussy.
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