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Market Penetration Pt2 – Femdom Fiction

III
I gasped sharply as the whip once again found its target. Mistress had tied me to the cross naked and she now rained down her blows across my buttocks and lower back. Any beating reminded me of my mooning in the rear view mirror of the car, and I suppose it had reached its ultimate expression and outlet with this flailing of my arse.

I glanced back briefly at my Mistress and was again taken by her elegant poise, her positioning of herself as she geared up for the lash. I found it a purging and purifying experience, a prelude to whatever next she had planned for me. Perhaps today would be just this. Some corporal punishment, and then sent away. It all depended on her mood and whim, of course.

Or perhaps, it might yet turn into a sissy day, when I would be utterly transformed into a whore slut, something more than myself, a canvas on which she could experiment and satisfy her own creative impulses. Perhaps, it might yet be the day for an introduction to Dominant Dolly or another t-girl, and the vast range of possibilities that might entail.

It might be a day when I might have to serve Mistress and her friends tea and then, later, drink their pee. Or maybe, she would summon her manservant again. As I grimaced as the whip made contact again, the only certainty was that I was at her mercy, her property and she could do anything she liked with me.

IV

Once finally sated, Mistress Sidonia released me from her cross. Calling again for her manservant, Dominic. “Stand and face this slut plaything, Dominic,” ordered Mistress clicking fingers. We both faced each other. Mistress went around to his back and started untying his apron. It loosened and then he raised his arms up so she could pull it over his head. He stood naked, his chest gleaming in front of me. However, my focus was diverted by the large protuberance issuing from his crotch, his erect alpha cock glistening with pre-cum.

“Did you know Penny that Dominic has quite a voracious appetite. He’s actually a bit undisciplined when he gets going.”

Immediately, as if prompted, he leaned into me, his mouth finding my neck. His tongue started to slither over me as he moved even closer and his arms encircled my waist. Our cocks touched, almost like drawn pistols at the crack of dawn, as in days of yore. He licked me lasciviously. His hands moved down my lower back, and then to my arse cheeks which he started to pat. I could feel him all over me, my flesh tingling at the sensation. Then his right hand moved into the crevice of my bottom and his finger started its search for my rosebud.

The dirty fucker, I thought, he’s going to finger me. His fuck-me finger found purchase and he started to push it further in. His licking became more intense as he worked me. I yelped as I felt him in me. Mistress smiled, as she moved in closer to us.

“Dominic is only doing what he has been instructed to, Penny. You see, this is what makes you mine.”

His probing and licking became even more intense at this. I yielded, like a bit of putty in his grasp, more powerless than I had ever felt. Then with that imperious haughty poise which was so distinctly hers, Mistress clicked her fingers and said,

“Enough Dominic.” He relented slowly, his enjoyment and momentum curbed. He pulled back, and both of us stood panting, like the dogs we were.

“On your knees Penny.”

I knelt in front of him, his hard cock in front of me, like some totem from a religious cult which people worshipped millennia ago. Mistress leaned into my back, her fingers squeezing my nipples and then moving to my cheeks.

“Now you are going to suck that glorious piece, Penny. Start on his balls and work your way up.”

She moved my head in under his protuberance. My lips met his sack, my tongue uncurling as it made contact with the distinct texture of the flesh there. His balls were full, I could immediately tell. I worked each ball with my full tongue, moving then to the seam.

Mistress tugged my hair and I started the upward trajectory, my tongue embracing the shaft, finding and exploring its ribbed contours. Before I knew it I had reached the pink sleek top of the head, the pre-cum glistening under the light.

“Kiss it bitch.”

I did, the salty tang immediately stimulating my taste buds. I licked the head, and then flicked it with my tongue.

“Now take it in your mouth Penny.”

My lips touched the head, my mouth opening and engulfing its wide circumference. The invasion of me was now complete, as I set to sucking. I started slow, establishing a rhythm and technique. He groaned and I could feel his body respond to the mounting, volcanic excitement building in him.

I sped up my rhythm, lost now in my task, my whole being now enveloped in the act of fellating my Mistress’ manservant.

I could the throb of his cock increase in its tempo. I gagged on the initial spurt when it came, his cum jetting into the back of my mouth. He pulled his cock out and the cum now shot onto my lips. Mistress gripped his cock and stroked it, ensuring every last drop was deposited on my face.

The warm cum slowly seeped on me. She placed her forefinger on my cheek, catching some of it, and then placed her finger in my mouth which I sucked clean. She repeated this, anywhere she could find his seed on me.

“Now Dominic, get to the rest of your chores,” she ordered.

“You will be meeting Penny again, don’t worry, and then you shall get to play more intimately… that was just an introduction. I need now to have a little fun for myself.”

He went. I remained kneeling. She went around to my back and leaned into me, her fingers finding and pinching my nipples.

“Not bad for starters, Penny,” she said into my ear. “You see, all this makes me yours and you will never be anything else. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, the essence of my being now plundered and completely hers.

To be continued, in Pt3
by slut penny