The Interns

Chapter XIV---The "Morning After"

It was early dawn on Saturday morning. The sun was coming up in a cloudless sky. It promised to be a beautiful day. The temperature had dropped down to 45 degrees during the early spring night and with the windows opened, there was a cool, almost chilly breeze blowing across the bed. Miss Tamala was just waking up after a restful and thoroughly satisfying night of sleep. She pulled the covers up around her neck as she opened her eyes. She was in the 'extra' bedroom, one of the five bedrooms in her and Dr. Mary's house. This was a 'special' bedroom that was specifically equipped and designed by Dr. Mary.

The first thing she saw was Suckle in her rubber latex suit, still sitting erect in the wooden straight backed chair, eyes taped shut, gagged with a 'nipple apparatus' in her mouth, earphones on her head and her pussy stuffed with a very large black colored dildo. Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had decided against placing Suckle in the training cage in the basement for the night. It had only been two full days since they 'captured' Suckle, introduced and initiated her into her 'new' life of servitude and slavery and Dr. Mary suggested that they keep their new white whore close by to reinforce and intensify her 'education,' the term they used, and Suckle readily accepted, to describe the training Suckle was undergoing. Dr. Mary didn't want to give Suckle any time to 'think' the way she was accustomed to thinking in the past.

As Miss Tamala laid in bed, still in the state of waking up, she was recalling the events that took place the evening before ...

She was remembering that both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala decided it would be preferential to keep Suckle's mind in a 'submissive' mode. They were both completely satisfied and even surprised at how easily Suckle had been to seduce into her new 'station in life' and were totally pleased with her progress. But Dr. Mary thought it was best to keep 'deleting' Suckle's old thought processes and values and to instill and reinforce the direction in which they were taking her. Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala it was important to make Suckle understand and accept the fact that her body, as well as her mind, did not belong to her any more. "Rather, her body now belonged to her Mistresses, her Goddesses, her owners. Her body was here for our pleasure and to do with as we please," Dr. Mary explained to Miss Tamala. Her mind was be filled with only thoughts of pleasing her Mistresses ... to work hard to get her reward ... to hear one of her Mistresses tell her she was a 'good girl' ... or to be overcome with joy whenever she 'earned' a pet on the head by obeying her Mistresses.

In order to further Suckle's 'education,' they decided to dress Suckle up in a black latex body suit that covered her from the bottom of her neck down to her feet. The black latex was made of a very thin, pliable, but strong material that was capable of stretching to outline very bit of Suckle's body. It was 'skin tight,' fit like a glove and showed and highlighted both of Suckle's breasts. The latex material was thin enough to clearly show the nipples of Suckle's breasts protruding out from her twin mounds. The latex body suit also tucked in tightly around Suckle's pubic mound displaying her vagina lips and ass cheeks. Now that Suckle had the latex rubber suit on, it almost appeared as though someone had painted her body in a black colored paint.

This particular 'body suit' was fitted with 'snaps' at strategic locations. Although the snaps were not visible to the naked eye, the 'owner' of the suit would know where they were located. The snaps, once opened, would give anyone who so desired, a means to gain entrance to parts of the occupant of the latex suit's body without the need to remove the latex suit itself. One 'snap entrance' was located exactly between the legs at the spot where the suit showed the outline of Suckle's outer vagina lips. Another was located at the entrance to Suckle's asshole and two others at the nipples of Suckle's breasts.

Dr. Mary had suggested that they insert a specially designed large black dildo in Suckle's pussy through the front entrance. Once the dildo was inserted, the snaps were again closed and no one looking from the outside of the suit would have any idea that Suckle had this large dildo inserted in her pussy, except of course, Suckle, who's vagina was stretched to the maximum. The dildo was an 'electronic marvel' as Dr. Mary had described it, and was controlled by remote control. It could also be controlled by a timer mechanism. The 'timer box' controlling the dildo was on a night table by Miss Tamala's bed. Dr. Mary suggested that they set the timer to go off every hour. Miss Tamala, upon hearing this suggestion felt a new stirring in her own pussy just thinking of the effect the large rubber penis would have on Suckle all night long. She readily agreed on Dr. Mary's plan. The 'movement dial' on the timer box was set to go off on the hour thus, the dildo stuffed in Suckle's pussy would move slightly in the area of Suckle's clit. The movement was set so it would not be enough to bring Suckle to a climax, but would just be enough to renew her arousal every hour leaving her totally 'unsatisfied' and 'frustrated.'

"Better to keep the bitch's sexual desires at the highest point," Dr. Mary explained, "this will make her mind easy to reprogram to fit our needs."

Of course, this 'movement dial' had many settings and could be adjusted at the will and desire of the controller of the box. The latex suit would also keep all of Suckle's body heat inside causing her to sweat and feel 'clammy' all night.

After Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had Suckle 'dressed' up in her latex suit, Suckle heard Dr. Mary speak.

"Kneel down you fucking bitch," said Dr. Mary.

There wasn't any 'let-up' in the derogatory words Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala used when speaking to Suckle. These 'words' would reduce Suckle's self-esteem and any self-confidence she had in herself.

"Yes Madame," answered Suckle obediently as she kneeled down in front of Dr. Mary. It was difficult for Suckle to kneel down with that large black dildo stuffed in her pussy, and the constrictions the latex suit placed on her body, but slowly she managed it. Suckle hadn't been allowed to reach her climax since 'being fed' a little while ago and her pussy was very sensitive to every movement of the dildo. As she knelt down, she had that stupid lustful smile of someone at the peak of arousal on her face ... the pliable smile of lust that Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala loved to see.

"How so you like that smile, honey girl," Dr. Mary asked Miss Tamala knowing from the experience she had the last few days with Suckle that when Suckle was at this sexual emotional high, they could make her do anything and she would eagerly comply.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed, "the motherfucking dumb whore is hot, isn't she?" Miss Tamala said it loud enough to make sure Suckle heard every descriptive derogatory word she or they used to describe her.

"You bet the bastard is hot and that's the way she is going to stay all night," Dr. Mary said. "By morning this white slut will be begging to lick your ass again and again and again," Dr. Mary continued in that commanding sounding voice.

Dr. Mary picked up a three inch wide gag that had a large rubber nipple shaped attachment on one end. The nipple attachment was about the size of a tennis ball and almost filled Suckle's mouth which was apparent by the way her face cheeks moved outward in little 'puffed out' circles. After placing the 'nipple' end in Suckle's mouth she then tied the gag around Suckle's head.

"Listen carefully bitch," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "You are going to need liquids to keep you from dehydrating during the night because you are going to be sweating like the white pig you are inside of your pretty latex suit. When you feel like you need a drink, just suck on your nipple just like a baby would when feeding from a bottle. Do you understand?"

"Mmmmm ... mmmmm ..." Suckle shook her head up and down in a 'yes' manner unable to speak with the large nipple in her mouth and the gag tied around her head.

"Good," Dr. Mary said while attaching a small transparent clear plastic hose to the nipple part of the gag going into Suckle's mouth. Dr. Mary then picked up a long narrow transparent clear plastic enema bag. "And now for your liquid," she said to Suckle.

Dr. Mary stood up in front of the kneeling Suckle, placed the open end of the clear plastic enema bag between her own legs, spread her large dark pussy lips until the pinkness of inner lips appeared and began to urinate in the bag. Suckle watched as the rich yellow liquid streamed from Dr. Mary's pussy and went into the bag and the scent of Dr. Mary's piss filled her nostrils. Again the intimate scent of Dr. Mary's urine did not in the least repulse Suckle. Instead, if anything, it served to stimulate her even more. The 'bag' was half full of the yellow frothing liquid when Dr. Mary handed it to Miss Tamala.

"Would you like to contribute honey girl?" Dr. Mary asked Miss Tamala.

"Of course darling," Miss Tamala answered Dr. Mary in a cheery excited sounding voice. "Anything to keep our stupid bitch from dehydrating," she continued in a humorous gleefully sounding voice while looking down directly into Suckle's eyes to make sure Suckle understood what she would be drinking during the night.

Miss Tamala continued urinating in the clear plastic enema bag until it was full and the white bubbling foam was at the top of the bag. She then handed the full bag back to Dr. Mary.

"Thank you sweetheart," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. There was a hook on the front of Suckle's latex suit just under her chin and on her neck line. Dr. Mary attached the urine filled bag on this hook and placed the opposite end of the clear plastic hose into the bag. Now the device was complete. The narrow bag hung from Suckle's neck down between her breasts which were stretched out tautly by the tight fitting latex. The hose ran from the enema bag into the nipple that was in Suckle's mouth. After Dr. Mary had completed her work she stood up.

"Try it whore," she said to Suckle. "See if you have enough brains in that stupid head of yours to learn how to keep yourself from dehydrating."

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary stood next to each other, smiles on their faces and with their arms around each other waists as they watched the still kneeling Suckle, in her black latex glove fitting suit ... an enema bag full to the brim with their combined yellow urine ... looking up at her wonderful and beautiful Mistresses. It was apparent to both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala that Suckle was getting excited by what was transpiring because the nipples of her breasts were very erect and could be easily detected by the outline they made in the latex material around her breasts. Suckle was getting ready to suck on the nipple as Dr. Mary had told her when she heard Miss Tamala's excited loud voice.

"Wait, I just have to take a video of this," Miss Tamala said. "I want to show my friends how this white pig looks drinking our piss."

"OK honey girl, go get your video camera," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala.

When Miss Tamala returned with the camera, Dr. Mary knelt down next to Suckle. She roughly grabbed a handful of Suckle's hair and tilted her head backward until her face was looking up at Miss Tamala.

"Now whore," Dr. Mary started directing Suckle. "Suck hard on the nipple in your mouth. You must suck hard because the nipple works like a pump. Keep sucking hard until you get our piss running in your mouth. Don't stop or swallow until you have enough piss in your mouth to drink or the suction will stop and the piss will go back down into the bag. Then you will have to start all over again. Do you understand?"

"Mmmm ... mmmm ...," Suckle shook her head up and down to signal she did indeed understand Dr. Mary.

"Open you eyes wide and try to make a happy face. Always remember Mistress Tamala likes 'happy' pictures,' Dr. Mary said to Suckle urging her on.

Suckle's face cheeks moved in and out. It was evident that she was beginning to suck on her nipple just as Dr. Mary had instructed her. She opened her eyes wide so she could look 'happy' to please Mistress Tamala. As the yellow liquid started coming up the clear plastic hose from the enema bag, Miss Tamala started the video camera running.

"Suck harder you dumb bastard," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle while pulling her hair harder shaking Suckle's head back and forth. "You only have the piss half way up the hose." Quickly Miss Tamala moved around keeping the video camera running while Dr. Mary was shaking Suckle's head back and forth. Miss Tamala could feel that familiar awakening deep in her pussy watching Dr. Mary's dark skinned face next to Suckle white skinned face. It excited Miss Tamala even more to watch Dr. Mary's dark hand shaking Suckle's white head to make her point. The contrast in the color of 'skin' turned Miss Tamala on even more than usual.

Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala watched as Suckle started to suck on the nipple in earnest. They could see Suckle's face cheeks moving in and out, faster and faster, squeezing the large tennis ball sized nipple as she worked to get the urine through the nipple and into her mouth. As the yellow liquid rose higher and higher into the clear hose Miss Tamala switched the focus on the video camera for 'close-ups' to capture Suckle's face cheeks working hard and the movement of the yellow urine higher and higher in the plastic hose.

Then it happened ... the clear hose was fully 'yellow' in color and it was apparent that Suckle had completed her task of filling up the hose. It was also apparent that Suckle was getting the first of the warm piss in her mouth, letting it accumulate in a little puddle at the bottom of her mouth just as Dr. Mary had told her to do. When she had enough, again, just as Dr. Mary had instructed her, she then began to swallow.

Both Miss Tamala, who continued making the video, and Dr. Mary watched and listened as they saw the swallowing movement of Suckle's throat and heard the 'gulping' sounds she was making as she drank their urine.

Dr. Mary was overly excited to see how easily Suckle had obeyed her in degrading herself in this manner just as she had instructed her to do. "Good girl, good girl, you dumb fucking slut," she yelled at Suckle in a highly excited sounding voice. "Drink and enjoy the fine 'wine' from your Mistresses pussies you hungry stupid pig," she continued talking to Suckle while she rubbed Suckle's belly in small circles. "Get some of our warm piss down here in your pig belly."

After Suckle had swallowed about a pint of the urine her cheeks tired from the hard sucking and she lost the 'suction.' The remaining yellow liquid slowly dropped down the hose and back into the transparent enema bag.

"That's good, that's enough for now piggy Suckle," Dr. Mary said to Suckle changing her tone of voice to that 'sweet motherly sound' again. "You have been a good girl and you learned your nipple sucking well," Dr. Mary continued talking to Suckle as she 'puppy petted' her head again. "Wasn't your Mistresses pussy wine good?"

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm," Suckle shook her head up and down to signal yes. Suckle was highly excited and aroused sexually because of the 'good girls' she was getting, and the 'puppy petting' of her head that Dr. Mary was applying for being obedient. The 'compliments,' the 'good girls,' and the 'petting of her head like a good puppy,' were what Suckle lived for now. She was becoming lost in her new world of 'commands' and 'obedience.' The thrill and spurts of excitement she felt running through every nerve of her body as one of her Mistresses, in their crude way, acknowledged what they deemed to be Suckle's obedience and 'good works' was a new sexual excitement that was becoming habit forming to her. She was fast becoming addicted to this type of sexual arousal to the point of where she wanted more and more.

Just the thought of drinking the urine of both of these two beautiful superior African American women excited her beyond belief. She smiled to herself when she thought of their warm piss that she had in her stomach.

"I am really a dirty pig," Suckle thought to herself. "I am very lucky to have my wonderful Mistresses who have discovered and made me realize what I am. Oh God, I want to suck ... I want to drink ... yes, yes, yes, ... I am a stupid whore, ... a pig ... I need my Mistresses ... need, need, need ...," Suckle's sexually aroused mind was flooding over with the thoughts her Mistresses had been implanting in her mind the last few days. She wiggled her legs ever so slightly to feel the large black rubber dildo in her pussy. But Suckle's obedient mind told her she didn't have permission to climax ... to cum. "I must wait for permission ... must have permission ... must be obedient ...," she thought to herself fighting back her urgent need for release.

"Wait honey girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "Pause the camera for a moment and let me help you get some good pictures of this whore."

"OK darling," an excited and eager Miss Tamala answered.

Dr. Mary untied the gag from the back of Suckle's head. She slipped the large nipple out of Suckle's mouth.

"Open your mouth you piss drinking pig," Dr. Mary said to Suckle, again changing back to her 'instructional' and 'stern' tone of voice. "Don't do a thing unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Madame," answered Suckle in a sincere soft obedient sounding voice.

"OK honey girl, I will direct this scene for you so you can get some good shots," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "When you are ready you can start your video camera rolling again," she continued.

"Sounds like a great idea to me darling," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary. "I always thought you would make a good director. I'm rolling again," Miss Tamala continued talking to Dr. Mary in a humorous tone of voice as she turned the camera back on.

With the video camera turned on, Dr. Mary took the 'nipple' end of the hose in one hand, put it at the opening of Suckle's mouth and started to squeeze it.

"I'm going to put a couple of spurts of our piss in your filthy mouth," she said to Suckle. "Keep your mouth opened wide so Mistress Tamala can get some good pictures of the piss going in your mouth and leave it there until I tell you what to do next."

"Yes, Madame, Suckle understands," Suckle replied in an almost motivated sounding voice as though she really was looking forward to whatever Dr. Mary was going to do to her.

Dr. Mary squeezed the nipple a few times and in a moment a half pint of the yellow liquid was in Suckle's mouth. Dr. Mary turned to look up at the camera. "Are you getting a good video honey?" she said to Miss Tamala. "Can you see it in the bastard's mouth?"

"Oh, yeah ... yeah ... it's beautiful," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary getting more and more excited at the thoughts of having a video of the events taking place below her. "I can't wait to show this video to all my friends. They'll be cumming in their panties when they see this whore drinking our piss."

"Now put your head back and swallow slowly ... very slowly so Mistress Tamala can get a good picture of the piss going down your throat," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

Suckle did exactly as instructed. When she finished swallowing, she closed her mouth, struck her tongue out and licked her lips. Then in the most obscene gesture Suckle had done of her own free will to this point, she opened her mouth wide, struck her tongue out as far as she could and posed for Miss Tamala's video camera, as though to demonstrate that she did indeed swallow all of their piss.

"Ha, ha, ha," the laughter of Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala filled the room as they watched the 'newest addition' to their household becoming the type of unrestricted whore and pig they were training her to become.

"Look at the motherfucking white whore, will you?" Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala in between laughing. She grabbed Suckle's hair and shook her head back and forth pulling her hair very hard. "You're becoming one of the dirtiest little piggies I have ever seen." Dr. Mary tilted Suckle's head back.

"Look right into the camera and tell the camera what you are," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

Suckle got that stupid looking and lustful smile on her face, a feeling of pride swirling throughout her body and mind, proud of the fact that Dr. Mary told her she was becoming the 'dirtiest pig she had ever seen'. It was as though she had just received some kind of award. There was no doubt the state of sexual arousal she had been containing all night was catching up with her ability to process any thoughts of any kind except the orders coming from Dr. Mary, one of her Mistresses. She was acting now on instinct ... sexual instinct. Her eyes were glazed over with desire ... and the more she looked at her beautiful dark Mistresses and the beautiful richness of the smooth dark skin, the thick ringlets of pubic hair surrounding their pussies, the more she wanted to please them. Just answering 'yes' as an acknowledgement of obedience on her part was enough to cause unrelenting sensations in her own vagina.

Then she started to speak in an apparent sexually aroused sounding voice. "I'm Suckle ... I'm ... I'm Suckle the whore ... I'm a dirty pig ... Suckle is a dirty pig ..." Suckle stopped just for a minute. She was gasping for air ... gasping as though she couldn't contain herself, as though she was confessing a long kept secret that lived deep within her submissive soul. "I'm a sucker ... Suckle is a sucker ... I'm a pussy sucker ... Suckle is a ... I drink piss ... I'm an ass licker ...

"Ha, ha, ha," the laughter of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary filled Suckle' ears and Suckle was thrilled hearing their laughter. She knew she was pleasing her Mistresses by degrading herself for their pleasure. She could tell by the way they were laughing at her.

"Tell the camera how dumb you are," Miss Tamala said to Suckle excitingly joining in the directional process. "And talk loud enough so all my friends can hear you."

When Dr. Mary heard Miss Tamala give Suckle these orders, she reached down and rubbed the dildo in Suckle's pussy knowing this stimulation would give Suckle more 'incentive' to obey fully and try to impress her Mistress ... and she was right ... Suckle began her sexually charged, uncontrollable babbling again ...

"Suckle is dumb ... ha, ha, ha," Suckle even laughed, thrilled at the sound of her own voice confessing and stating what she really believed about herself. It was as though a heavy weight had been relieved from her shoulders and she was discovering herself for the first time, realizing she was at the point where she would do anything to please Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala and to hear the words 'good girl, coming from one or both of them. It was exhilarating to hear her mouth speak the words of inferiority to her superior Mistresses. "Suckle is an idiot ... I'm stupid ... Suckle is stupid ... no brains ...

"Good girl, good girl ... yes, yes ... keep it up whore ... tell everybody what you are," Dr. Mary was again 'petting' Suckle's head, urging Suckle on knowing the effect her voice and petting was having on her.

"Why don't you make Suckle show everyone what a good ass licker she is?" Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary, thrilled at the submissive sound of Suckle's voice.

"Sure honey girl," Dr. Mary answered Miss Tamala. "Come on fuck head," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "Your Mistress wants you to demonstrate for the camera what a good little ass licker you are."

Dr. Mary stood up, raised her housecoat, and bent over in front of Suckle's head. Suckle's hands were encased in the latex suit so Dr. Mary reached around and using her hands, spread her ass cheeks in front of Suckle's face.

"Now listen bastard," Dr. Mary started giving Suckle instructions, "turn your head sideways so Mistress Tamala can get some good pictures of her ass licking slave."

Miss Tamala maneuvered the camera in order to get the best picture she could. Then she gave Suckle directions.

"Lick around the rosebud ... that's right ... now stick your tongue in ... now out ... that's right ... in and out ... in and out ... deeper, deeper ... good girl ... good girl ... that's pretty ... yeah, that's really pretty ... your ugly white face looks nice in between those beautiful black ass cheeks of your Mistress ..." Miss Tamala kept talking to Suckle.

Suckle, for her part was entirely engulfed in what she was doing and at the sound of Mistress Tamala's voice encouraging her to go farther and farther into the depths of depravity. She loved the intimate scent, the taste, the warmth coming from Dr. Mary's ass cheeks that she felt on her face ... the fact that she was actually doing this ... she was actually and precisely obeying every direction Miss Tamala was giving her without a moment's hesitation ... and doing it for the camera ... making a video for anyone who cared to see.

Dr. Mary was gasping for air at the feeling of Suckle's tongue going in and out of her asshole. She felt Suckle's tongue go in deep, then deeper ... she felt Suckle's tongue make little circles in her asshole ... again and again. Her vagina was dripping wet from the manipulations of Suckle's tongue and she was contemplating using her own fingers to satisfy herself. But she wanted to 'hold off.' She knew by Miss Tamala's excited voice that she too was ready for release. They wanted to be together tonight ... just the two of them. Dr. Mary had promised Miss Tamala they would make love before retiring for the night celebrating their 'newest addition' to their household. And she was determined to keep that promise.

"OK Suckle," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "That's good ... that's enough for now. Just turn around and smile for the camera so we can see how much you enjoyed licking Mistress Mary's ass."

Suckle was disappointed at hearing Miss Tamala's last instructions. She wanted to stay here ... she didn't want to stop ... every nerve in her body was alive with sexual driven sensations she thoroughly enjoyed ... it felt so good ... so good to be doing what she was doing ... it felt so good to obey ... to belong to these two very dominant and beautiful black women ... to be so close to the most intimate parts of her Mistresses bodies ... to please them and to hear them moan with pleasure from what she was doing to them ... to realize she was giving her mind, body and soul to her Mistresses. But, she also knew it was very important to obey. It didn't matter what she wanted. What was important was what her Mistresses told her to do.

"Obey ... do what you are told ... never question ... obey, obey, obey," Suckle's mind was pounding with the thoughts instilled by her Mistresses. Her training was coming to fruition ... her 'old mind' was almost completely erased. Her 'new mind' ... the mind Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had instilled in her thought processes was taking over ... and the continuing surrender of the core of her very being felt good to Suckle.

In one last effort to demonstrate to Miss Tamala what a whore she was and to try to make Mistress Tamala proud of her, Suckle removed her tongue from Dr. Mary asshole, started at the very bottom of the crack of Dr. Mary ass and ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of the crack ... then she did it again ... and again ... and again!

"Ha, ha, ha, ... wonderful slut ... that was nice," Miss Tamala said to Suckle as Suckle pulled her face away from Dr. Mary's ass. Suckle's heart was pounding from the acknowledgement that she had done something to please and make Mistress Tamala happy.

"Oh, oh shit ... oh shit," Dr. Mary yelled in reaction to feeling Suckle's tongue running up and down the crack of her ass. She turned around and slapped Suckle's face hard ... the she slapped her face again on her other cheek. "You almost made me cum, you bastard. I don't want to cum yet. I'm saving that for later."

The hard slaps to Suckle's face brought tears to her eyes and her face was very red with the imprints of Dr. Mary's hand clearly visible on each of her face cheeks. Even though Dr. Mary had slapped her extremely hard, even though her face was still stinging from the slaps, Suckle kept that lustful expression on her face as though she realized she was being punished for a reason ... a reason that was her fault.

"Suckle is sorry for displeasing Madame," Suckle said to Dr. Mary in a very sincere tone of voice. "Thank you for slapping Suckle's stupid face and taking the time to correct Suckle."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary burst out laughing. "Listen to the motherfucking bitch, will you?" she said to Miss Tamala. "The fucking bastard is learning her lessons well, isn't she? She is really beginning to realize she nothing but a piece of shit, a brainless slut, and her whole world revolves around her owners ... ha, ha, ha, ... did you get a video of that ... did you?" Dr. Mary continued talking to Miss Tamala excited at what she had accomplished so far in making Suckle a complete wanton slave.

"Ha, ha, ha ... yes, yes, I got it. I got the whole sequence on tape ... the ass licking, the blabbering ... everything," Miss Tamala answered.

"Good, good, this movie should win an academy award," Dr. Mary replied laughing.

Suckle's face was still stinging from the hard slaps as she felt Dr. Mary replacing the nipple back into her mouth and the gag being retied around her head.

Miss Tamala replayed the video back on the viewfinder to make sure she got the pictures of Dr. Mary slapping Suckle's face. She realized that she had even shifted the focus on the video camera to 'close up' so the camera could record the imprints of Dr. Mary's hand on Suckle's face. She wanted to show her friends the kind of control they had over their new slave. While she was viewing the replay, she rubbed her own pussy lips and felt her own wetness and excitement. Miss Tamala even dripped more when she heard Suckle's voice on the tape thanking Dr. Mary for slapping her face. Then she shut the camera off and put it away for now.

"Ok fucker, that's the end of you for the night," Dr. Mary said to Suckle.

"Would you like me to help you get the whore ready for bed?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Yeah, that would be great. Once we get the slut out of the way you and I can have some fun together," Dr. Mary answered. "Why don't you get rid of her hands while I finish adjusting her refreshment bag," Dr. Mary continued while she adjusted the urine filled enema bag between Suckle breasts and made sure all the hose connections were correct.

Miss Tamala took Suckle's latex encased arms and forced them behind her back. She then took two removable leather handcuffs sets and with one set, locked both of Suckle's wrists behind her back. She then attached one of the other cuffs to each of Suckle's elbows. With a leather strap, she ran each end of the strap through eye hooks that were attached to each of the cuffs on Suckle's elbows, pulled the strap tight until Suckle's elbows were almost touching. The way Suckle's wrists and elbows were tied up forced her shoulders back and her breasts to protrude outward from her chest.

Miss Tamala knew this was a totally uncomfortable position for Suckle. She could see it in Suckle's eyes as she tightened and pulled together Suckle's elbows. But she couldn't deny the excitement she felt deep in her vagina knowing she was making Suckle, her new whore, suffer for her. The more Suckle's eyes confirmed the 'pain,' she felt in her shoulders and arms, the tighter Miss Tamala pulled on the leather straps.

"Suffer you fucking dirty white pig," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in an excited sounding voice, "learn to suffer for your Mistress, for the owner of your mind and body."

"Hee , hee, hee," Dr. Mary giggled as she heard her protégé's excited voice. She recognized, by the sound of Miss Tamala's voice, that she was experiencing a dominant sexual high. She couldn't wait to get Suckle out to the way so they could both experience each other's bodies.

Dr. Mary reached over and placed her lips on Miss Tamala's lips. Miss Tamala met Dr. Mary half way. It was a very deep kiss ... a passionate and long lasting kiss ... mouths opened, tongues searching. They were kissing each other right in front of Suckle's face in a sort of celebration of their conquest over this young white girl. They both knew they 'owned' Suckle now ... and the way they kissed each other make that obvious ... and they wanted Suckle to see by the way they were kissing each other, she was just something they would use for their pleasure and she would never experience the love they have for each other.

"Let's get this motherfucking bitch put away honey girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala as she broke off the kiss. "I think we are both ready for each other."

"Yes, darling," Miss Tamala answered, "I'm on fire and ready for some action."

They each picked Suckle up from her kneeling position by gripping her under her armpits. It was very difficult for Suckle to walk with the large dildo stuffed deep in her pussy and with the constraints the latex rubber suit placed on her body. But step by step, they got Suckle upstairs and into the 'special' bedroom.

Miss Tamala made Suckle stand by the side of the bed while Dr. Mary lowered a hoist from the ceiling. Dr. Mary placed a thick, four inch wide belt around Suckle's waist. There was a large silver eye hook on the back of the belt. The belt had a wide buckle on the front that could be adjusted to any size.

"Pull in your dog food, piss filled belly whore," Dr. Mary yelled at Suckle filling Suckle's ears and mind with the derogatory words she used in order to make Suckle completely understand what she thought of her as a person. Suckle's mind recognized that tone of voice coming from Dr. Mary. She knew 'her obedience was required instantly' ... and Suckle did!

When Suckle 'sucked' in her belly by trying to breathe as deep as she could with the large nipple in her mouth, Dr. Mary quickly connected the buckle to make sure she couldn't let her belly back out. Suckle could feel the edge of the leather belt under her rib cage and she knew this was going to cause her more pain. Suckle was constrained to taking short breaths by this latest addition to her body.

Dr. Mary then connected the hook on the hoist to the eye hook on the back of Suckle's waist. Miss Tamala grasped the rope connected to the hoist to hold Suckle still while Dr. Mary finished making the connections.

"Pull her up a little honey girl," Dr. Mary said to Miss Tamala. "Let's see how the motherfucker looks."

"OK, here we go," Miss Tamala answered as she pulled slowly on the end of the rope connected to the hoist. Suckle's feet left the floor and her body immediately went lengthwise. She was connected to the hoist only by the hook on the back of her waist and her body swayed a little back and forth.

"Shall I pull the whore up?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Just one minute dear," Dr. Mary answered. "One more thing for Miss Piggy here and we can put her away."

Dr. Mary went over to the nightstand by the bed, opened the drawer and came back with a roll of adhesive tape. She then cut two pieces two inches long as Miss Tamala watched. Miss Tamala wasn't sure what Dr. Mary had in mind but she knew it would be interesting.

"Come over here and grab the whore's eye lashes and pull them backwards," Dr. Mary instructed Miss Tamala.

Miss Tamala came in front of Suckle's face, grabbed her first eye lash with her finger nails at the end of her long brown fingers and pulled it backward until Suckle's eye lid was even with her eye brow. Dr. Mary applied the adhesive tape to Suckle's eye lid, fastening it to her eye brow. She pressed on the tape to insure it was fastened tightly. This forced Suckle's eye to remind wide open. She didn't have any choice. She couldn't close her eye ... couldn't even blink as long as the tape reminded where it was.

"Oh shit darling," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary, "I never saw this one before."

"It's something Mistress Katrina taught me while I was visiting her last year. She does it all the time to her slaves," Dr. Mary answered. "Now get the other eye."

Miss Tamala grabbed Suckle's other eye lash and Dr. Mary did the same to that eye.

When Dr. Mary was finished taping Suckle's eyes opened, she walked in front of Suckle's perpendicular body, grabbed her by the hair and stared into Suckle's wide opened eyes.

"See you motherfucking whore," Dr. Mary said to Suckle. "I even have control of your stupid eyes. You will soon learn to sleep with your eyes opened if I decide that is what you should do. Besides, you are going to have a ring side seat watching your two superior black Mistresses make love. Now shake your head up and down as a sign to demonstrate your thankfulness for my kindness in my effort to educate you in your new life."

Dr. Mary left go of Suckle's hair. Immediately Suckle shook her head up and down to obey and thank Dr. Mary as she was told to do.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle as she shook her head. "Bet this whore could never get an education like this in law school."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed at Miss Tamala's comments. "But she has a long way to go before she graduates from our school of higher education," Dr. Mary continued taunting Suckle.

Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala sat on the bed. They looked at their whore, their slave. Suckle was completely encased in a latex rubber suit. Her arms were tied behind her back by her wrists with her elbows tied almost completely together pulling her shoulders back and causing her breasts, especially the nipples, to protrude outward in the most obscene fashion. She had a large nipple in her mouth secured by a gag tied around her head. She had a urine filled bag hooked to her neck between her breasts that had a transparent hose attached to the nipple going in her mouth and the urine filled bag. And now, she had her eyes taped wide opened.

Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala kissed once again and congratulated each other on their 'creation.' Then Dr. Mary pulled Suckle upward by the rope attached to the hoist until she was only two feet from the ceiling and almost centered over their bed. They left the twin nightstand lamps on so Suckle could see everything that happened on the bed. Then they disrobed, gave each other another long passionate kiss and got in bed.

Dr. Mary opened the drawer to the nightstand on her side of the bed. She retrieved a 'double pronged dildo,' one of her favorite 'toys,' and she fastened it to her own waist by use of a belt specifically made for that apparatus. She inserted one end of the dildo in her own soaked and throbbing pussy and turned to Miss Tamala. Miss Tamala gave Dr. Mary an opened mouth kiss, reached down and took the other end of the dildo and inserted it into her own extremely wet pussy. They were now 'connected.'

Suckle looked down at her beautiful Mistresses ... her owners. She watched as they kissed ... deep passionate kisses. She watched as they moved their beautiful and mature bodies ... the hips of each going back an forth ... the beautiful and strong asses moving, first Miss Tamala's and then Dr. Mary's as they pumped the double pronged dildo into and out of each other's pussy. The sounds and scent of lovemaking filled her ears and her nostrils as she watched with her eyes taped wide open.

"Ooooooooooohh ... Aaaaarrhhhh ... I'm ... I'm cumming ... cumming," Suckle heard the mixed voices of her Mistresses below her. She heard the deep breathing, the grasps for air and the cooing and relaxing sounds as her Mistresses went 'over the edge' one by one. They both had reached that magical pinnacle that only comes when one's sexual mind and body is stimulated to the point of no return. Now they began to relax as they slowly came down from the pinnacle, their dominant appetites satisfied, and their physical bodies equally satisfied.

And Suckle loved it. She felt a special 'privilege' had been awarded her to be able to witness her Mistresses as they made love to one another. Her mind was working again ... just the way it had been programmed to work ... she found herself wishing she could have been on the bed with her Mistresses ... wishing she could have been sucking both of their pussies and asses as they made love to one another. Suckle found herself wondering what it would be like to taste both of her Mistresses at the same time ... over and over her mind was working ... suck, Suckle wants to suck ...

As Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary relaxed and the 'calm' of release replaced the 'storm' of lovemaking, they held each other in their arms. They both looked up at their slave, their play thing, their newest whore. They looked at Suckle's taped opened eyes and they could tell by the way Suckle was making slow movements with her hips that she had enjoyed what she had just witnessed.

"Shall I give the whore some release?" Miss Tamala asked Dr. Mary.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea," replied Dr. Mary. "Hell, tomorrow's another day," she laughed.

Miss Tamala reached over to the nightstand and turned the dial that controlled the timer on the rubber penis stuffed into Suckle's vagina to 'off.'

She then picked up the 'remote control' and turned it to medium speed. Both Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala watched as the rubber dildo begin to make a buzzing sound as it moved in and out of Suckle's pussy stretching the latex suit on its outward motion and pulling the material back into her pussy in the inward motion. Suckle began to make moaning sounds through her gag, thrashing her legs in an effort to adjust to the movement of the dildo in her pussy. Suckle had been so aroused for so long during the evening that it only took a minute before she began to moan as loud as it was possible for her and move her hips in the familiar intercourse movement.

Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary watched and laughed as Suckle, suspended above their bed by a single attachment on the back of her waist and in her heat of passion, seemed to be trying to fuck the large rubber dildo stuffed in her pussy by moving her ass forward to meet the inward thrust of the moving dildo. They watched her latex encased legs flailing back and forth as she attempted to satisfy the feeling deep in her vagina. They watched as her whole body seemed to relax and it was obvious by her low moaning that she had reached her climax.

"I am pretty sure the pig came," Miss Tamala said to Dr. Mary. "I guess I can shut this thing off now. I will rearrange her for the night."

"Ha, ha, ha," Dr. Mary laughed. "That's up to you my honey girl," Dr. Mary continued. "I would let the fucking white pig hang there all night. But you do what you want to. Just don't let that little soft spot in your heart get the best of you," Dr. Mary lectured Miss Tamala. "Always remember, you are the Queen and she is your slave. If you truly want to domesticate this slut, you must always reinforce this in her mind."

Miss Tamala looked at her tutor, her partner, and lover. "You are a remarkable and beautiful woman darling," Miss Tamala said. "Don't worry sweetheart, I know what I am and what I want."

"Good," replied Dr. Mary. "Now, I have to get some sleep. I'm exhausted and I have to be in the office in the morning. I plan to take Piglet with me in the morning. I want her to clean my office and do some other work for me. I'll be back home in the afternoon."

"Ok darling," Miss Tamala replied to Dr. Mary. "Thank you for all you gave me tonight. It was fun. I love you."

Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala exchanged 'good night' kisses and as Dr. Mary turned to go to sleep, Miss Tamala softly got up from her side of the bed. She put on her robe and untied the rope holding up the hoist lowering Suckle down until her feet rested on the floor. She unhooked the clamp from the eye hook on the back of Suckle's waist and walked her over to a wooden upright chair in the corner of the room across from the bed. She could see by the 'glazed over' looked in Suckle's taped opened eyes that she was exhausted. There was no doubt in Miss Tamala's mind that Suckle had reached an intensive orgasm ... an orgasm and release that she had been denied all evening long. The denial ... the fighting back of Suckle's natural need to release her sexual and physical emotions only made the orgasm stronger ... and her exhausted eyes was evidence of that.

Suckle again, had a hard time walking over to the chair because of the large dildo inserted in her vagina and the restrictive material of the latex suit. When she did get to the chair, Miss Tamala untied the leather straps holding her elbows together in back of her. The relief from the loosening of her elbows was apparent by the moans she automatically made at the moment they were unrestricted.

"Don't get too comfortable or take my act of kindness for granted little whore," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "You must learn to suffer for your Mistress because it brings me pleasure. It gets me excited and wet to see my whore suffer for me and to do it willingly. You do want to bring me pleasure, don't you?"

Suckle couldn't speak because of the nipple apparatus in her mouth and the gag around her head but she indicated 'yes' by shaking her head up and down enthusiastically.

"Good," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, pleased with the rapid and enthusiastic response from Suckle. Miss Tamala knew this 'response' signaled another step in Suckle's enslavement to her. Suckle didn't any longer have to contemplate her answers to Miss Tamala. She was now acting on instinct ... an instinct that came from her submissive inner core.

"Your hands will stay tied," Suckle heard Miss Tamala say as she sat her down on the upright chair. She felt Miss Tamala grip the end of the tape securing her eyelids to her eyebrows. As Miss Tamala lifted the first eight of an inch of the tape to get a good grip on it, Suckle knew the adhesive tape was stuck to her eyebrows because she could feel the bite of the first of the hairs being pulled out. Then she felt Miss Tamala's fingers stop. There was still more then and inch and a half of the tape to be removed. Suckle was scared ... she was contemplating the pain the removal of the tape would cause if it was not removed carefully.

Miss Tamala let her fingers linger on the tape end. She could see the 'fear' in Suckle's eyes ... and she loved it! Her deeply ingrained dominant nature was surfacing again. "Damn," she thought to herself, "it feels so good to have complete control over this pretty young girl."

Then with her other hand she lifted Suckle's chin up. Suckle's greenish eyes met her Mistress's dark black eyes ... the eyes that reached deep within her soul. Suckle watched the beautiful full red lips of Miss Tamala as they began to form a smile on her bronze brown beautiful face. After two days of 'training' her instincts told her what that smile meant. Usually when her Mistress was smiling directly in her eyes something was about to happen and Suckle was trying to brace herself for whatever was coming fully expecting it to be painful.

Instead Miss Tamala surprised her. She removed the adhesive tape from both of her eyes very carefully causing her the minimum amount of pain possible. Suckle's heart was pounding in gratitude for this simple act of kindness showed her by her Mistress. Given the chance, she would have liked to kneel down and kiss her Mistress's feet to express her thankfulness ... just the way her training had taught her.

Miss Tamala knew this. The 'kindness' incorporated with 'pain' was part of Suckle's training. Anytime her Mistress showed any amount of 'kindness' to Suckle, she would become deeper and deeper indebted to her, thus the process of 'obedience' and 'punishment' and 'reward' would become part of Suckle's psyche.

Miss Tamala disappeared for a moment. When she reappeared she was carrying a wet wash cloth in her hand. Suckle felt the softness and warmness of the wash cloth as Miss Tamala softly patted her eyes with it. The wash cloth had apparently been heated by warm water and again, Suckle was comforted by Miss Tamala's act of kindness.

"Sit up straight," Miss Tamala told Suckle in a sudden stern voice snapping Suckle's mind back to the reality of just who her 'owner' was. "You must learn to keep your posture perfect even while you are sleeping. I want to be proud of my new whore when I display her to my friends."

Suckle reacted immediately by pushing her hips back with some difficulty because of the large dildo still stuffed in her vagina. Then she pulled her shoulders backward to align with the straightness of the wooden straight backed chair as best as she could with her hands still tied behind her. She straightened her legs out so her feet were flat on the floor and the calves of her legs were at a perfect angle with her knees. While Suckle was complying with her last order, her mind was racing with thoughts again ... "displayed to her friends???? ... displayed to her friends??? ... would Mistress really display me to other people???? ...."

Miss Tamala opened a drawer in a table next to the chair and took out some various lengths of rope. She tied Suckle's shoulders to the chair by forming a sort of harness around each arm and pulling it back tightly. She then tied Suckle's waist back in similar fashion. Miss Tamala then went to work on Suckle's legs, tying them in various places to insure they would stay at 'perfect' angles to the chair. When Miss Tamala was satisfied with Suckle's posture, she began to speak again.

"Close your eyes. I'm going to tape them shut. I don't want you to see anything else for now," Miss Tamala said to Suckle, again in that 'instructional' tone of voice.

Suckle closed her eyes and she again felt adhesive tape being applied to her closed eyes. Dr. Mary had told Miss Tamala that 'tape,' rather than a 'blindfold,' was a much better method of closing off Suckle's vision when they deemed it necessary. The 'crudeness' of the use of 'tape' would have a deeper psychological effect on Suckle, making her more susceptible to their suggestions, orders, and commands.

With Suckle bound to the chair and her eyes taped shut, Miss Tamala picked up a set of earphones that were attached to a tape recorder. "I'm putting these earphones on you now bitch and you are to concentrate on the lessons you are to learn. Listen carefully because I may test you later to see if your stupid brain is making any progress," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

That was the last thing Suckle heard before the earphones were in place and the sound of soft music began to play in her ears. She heard Dr. Mary's voice in the background talking about Mistress Tamala ... her achievements, describing her anatomy in detail in sexually explicit terms. Then the music would change and the voice would change also ... now it was Miss Tamala's voice in the background talking about Dr. Mary ... again her achievements, and describing her anatomy in a soft sexual voice. The subliminal messages being 'implanted' in Suckle's mind was working to perfection, just the way Dr. Mary told Miss Tamala they would.

As Suckle sat erect in the chair with her eyes taped shut, her hearing senses became sharper in the darkness ... and her mind was absorbing, continually absorbing. Suckle could see a vision of each of her Mistresses as the voices of each alternated. She saw their perfect mature bodies, the beauty of their large breasts, their nipples, the thickness of the black ringlets of pubic hair extending down from just below their belly buttons, the strong legs and thick thighs, the perfect feet with their highly polished toenails ... the richness of their dark skin and how it changed shades of color at different areas of their bodies. In one segment of the 'message' Miss Tamala was describing Dr. Mary's ass ... how firm and large her ass cheeks were. The 'voice' took Suckle across each ass cheek to the 'valley' ... described how the skin color changed from a rich dark brown on the ass cheeks to a dark, almost black color just before the globes dipped into the valley ... the valley that hid the 'rosebud' ... the rosebud Suckle was learning to adore ... to worship. At this segment of the message, Suckle automatically pushed her tongue around the nipple in her mouth as though she was trying to stick her tongue out ... trying to suck this vision of the 'asshole' that was being so cleverly implanted in her mind.

In another segment of the 'message' flooding Suckle's ears she heard Dr. Mary softly and sexually describing Miss Tamala vagina ... the black thick pubic hair, the dark thick outer vagina lips that gave way to the pink wetness of the inner vagina lips. She even described the scent the aroused vagina of Miss Tamala's private parts emitted and Suckle felt as though she was actually close by.

As Suckle was listening in an almost hypnotic state, she felt the slight movement of the dildo stuffed in her vagina. Miss Tamala had reset the timer to go off on the hour. When the timer set the dildo off, Suckle could feel the pleasure of the movement on her clit ... not enough movement to get her fully aroused or enough to make her reach a climax but just enough to get her attention and make her appreciate and absorb the messages being implanted in her mind. And in between the movements and the sounds, Suckle would fall asleep ... precious restful sleep ... only to wake up again to the music, the voices, and the movement deep within her vagina ... again, and again, and again ...

Miss Tamala was waking up to the present now ... her thoughts of 'last night' fading into the background. The thoughts of last night stirred that familiar feeling of excitement in her vagina again. After a restful night's sleep, she felt renewed and it was easy to become aroused again. She looked over to Dr. Mary's side of the bed. It was empty. Dr. Mary had already left for her office before Miss Tamala had awaken. Miss Tamala looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 6:45 a.m.

"Time to get up," Miss Tamala thought to herself. As she looked over at Suckle sitting erect in the wooden straight backed chair, her eyes taped shut, the earphones on her head, and the dildo still stuffed deep in her pussy, she could feel herself getting highly and dominantly aroused again.

"Time to take my new whore further into her new submission lifestyle," she thought to herself as she got out of her bed. This was the morning after ... and the start of a new day ... it promises to be fun!!!!