Chains

Part 3

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The slave designated lucy moaned, deep and guttural, as fingers slid gently up its thigh, as soft lips brushed its neck. Its hands ran slowly down the smooth curve of a naked back, both bodies trembling in need. Wanting this. Drowning in it. Its back arched as those fingers found its breasts, caressing them, cupping them, worshipping them. Agonising, delicious teasing as they played at its nipples, rolling them. Desperately it sought the lips that had been on its neck, mouths finding each other, hands cupping cheeks, drawing each other in, tongues dancing. Losing itself, even though it had nothing left to give.

One of lucy’s hands slipped between it and its partner.  Found soft, firm flesh. Revelling in the touch, cupping that breast, marvelling at it, another quiver shooting through its body as its fingers found a nipple pebbled with arousal.

The slave was dimly aware of the plain, bare room in which it was. Of the simple bed on which it lay. It didn’t think about it. There were no thoughts.

Just need and bliss and pleasure it could drown in. Legs entwined and two bodies pressed together, naked and slippery and wanting, its partner’s fingers creeping down lucy’s body, circling its clit, burning it in lust as it gazed into dark brown eyes, long, dark hair falling around it in a curtain, the woman above it, so beautiful. Its hands slipped down that other body, marvelling at its curves, its smooth skin, found the woman’s clit, their fingers moving in unison, chests heaving, breasts pushing together as hips gyrated, fingers slipping inside to places that were warm, wet, velvet, everything disintegrating.

“Hypnotised girls are obedient.” Two voices, crying out in unison. As fingers found just the right spots. lucy’s centre tightened around the two fingers so deep inside it.

It was obeying. It was a slave. It knew that, without thought. It was hypnotised, the spiral so deep in its mind.

“Obedience is rewarded.” Another cry, again two voices as one. Then just a moan, as the woman’s lips engulfed lucy’s nipple.

That was wrong. The other was not a woman. The other was an it, an object, a slave, like lucy.

The other slave was also obeying.

They were being rewarded. They had obeyed and Mistress had decreed that they be rewarded. The slave had done this so many times, rewarding other slaves as they rewarded it. It couldn’t remember the faces of those other slaves, or their designations.

Only the pleasure.

The lack of those memories didn’t matter. Only obedience, and Mistress’ will.

The other slave’s lips engulfed lucy’s nipple.

Mistress was so kind.

Mistress was all.

lucy’s turn now, lowering its mouth to the other slave’s nipple. It needed this, something close to fulfilment washing through the slave as its lips locked around that nipple, as its tongue swirled over the tip. Then releasing, its fingers as deep in the other slave’s centre as its fellow slave’s fingers were in its.

“The reward is pleasure.”

So much pleasure, its whole body alight at the gift Mistress had given it. Melting, dissolving, every touch bliss. lucy moaned again, kisses running down the centre of its chest, a tongue dipping teasingly into its navel before, drifting lower, a hint of breath misting over its clit, then, then…

“Mistress!” lucy cried out as lips sealed themselves around its clit, the exclamation, the plea, the only one it had to give. Always Mistress, never the other slave’s designation. Hips raised in supplication, begging as the suction increased. lucy crying out again as the other slave’s tongue slipped between its lower lips, legs spasming as it came.

The other slave raised its head, its face stained with lucy’s juices. Two voices spoke as one.

“Pleasure deepens my hypnosis.” The ever-present spiral guided the slave, pulling the slave to its centre. Where there were no thoughts. Only ever-deeper hypnosis and ever-greater obedience.

It was obeying.

The other slave’s designation was mary. The slave designated lucy knew that from when they had been tasked with reinforcing each other’s obedience with pleasure. Perhaps this was the first time it had been paired with mary. Perhaps the hundredth. It didn’t matter. When they were done, lucy would forget the other slave’ designation. Would forget that it had ever encountered the other slave. That didn’t matter either.

They were obeying.

The knowledge of its obedience wrapped around the slave, a warm comforting, blanket, as its mouth slid down the other slave’s body. It was fulfilling its purpose, deepening its obedience. So much pleasure, lips and hands and bodies pressed together. So much obedience, losing itself in the ever-spinning spiral. As its tongue found mary’s centre, the slave knew without thought that its obedience was all that mattered.

“Shit!”

Ashley sat bolt upright again, just managing to suppress her cry to a hiss, something she hoped Sam wouldn’t hear. She’d dreamed again. A different dream this time. Of her and mary…

Not mary, Mei.

Oh, God.

Ashley didn’t want to think about it. But she couldn’t help herself. mary was Mei. Or at least, she looked like Mei. Exactly alike. But she couldn’t be Mei. Mei wasn’t a slave. Ashley wasn’t a slave.

And Ashley most certainly didn’t want to do with Mei what lucy and mary had been doing with each other.

Did she?

Ashley had never felt that way about a woman. But she couldn’t deny the arousal still coursing through her body. The dream had been so clear. She could remember mary’s? Mei’s? hands on her, what the other woman’s (slave’s?) tongue had done. The bliss as their bodies entwined.

Am I? Was this some weird late flowering of her sexuality? She couldn’t actually want to have sex with her colleague, could she? That was wrong on so many levels. For a start, Mei had never shown any interest in women. And that was before Ashley even thought about the problems with lusting after a colleague.

She couldn’t go there.

Ashley’s eyes shot wide as she realised that one of her fingers was drifting slowly back and forth along the line of her opening. Had been since she awoke. Teasing, delicious, raw sensations shooting through her. As she remembered what mary Mei! No. Arrgh. She didn’t know whether it was better to think of the woman in her dream as Mei or mary. She didn’t want to think of it at all. But she couldn’t help herself. Remembering those lips on hers, what that tongue had done to her.

The dream had been so vivid.

mary, no, Mei, no, mary’s lips trailing down her body, kissing the denuded skin just above her clit. So real. But that was no surprise, right? Of course her body in her dream would be as it was in real life. Ashley had been fully bare ever since she moved to California. So much easier for the beach and the swimwear it demanded. Bare.

Just like mary, Ashley remembering the sight of the other woman’s hairless centre, a small moan escaping her lips as her fingertip dipped inside her core.

What the hell?

Was that what this was? Maybe the stress everyone was telling her she had was because she’d been denying something? Firmly, Ashley pulled her hand away from herself, forcing herself to ignore the desire coursing through her. Planted her hands either side of her herself on the sheet. Made herself wait until the arousal ebbed away. Then pictured beautiful women.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

She even made herself think of Mei. Her colleague was undeniably beautiful, full lips and perfect cheekbones.

But there was nothing. No quiver, no need, no desire.

Oh, um. Okay then.

Maybe it was just stress. Maybe it was just another weird, stress induced dream. She could still remember it. How she’d felt. But she didn’t feel that now, not that driving, insatiable, need. The image of her and mary’s Mei’s? bodies pressed together was so embarrassing. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to look her colleague in the eye. But there was no other reaction, no burn of lust. It was just odd. And what they’d said…

“Hypnotised girls are obedient.”

The words escaped Ashley’s lips before she even thought of stopping them.

“Obedience is rewarded.” There was a quiver in her voice now, her right hand lifting off the sheet, heading to her centre. She couldn’t stop that hand, didn’t know if she wanted to.

“The reward is pleasure.” Pleasure, dark, thick and oh-so-sweet shot through her body as her fingers traced the length of her opening, as she rolled her clit. As her fingers dipped inside herself, stroking, finding just the right spot.

“Pleasure deepens my hypnosis. Oh, f-f-fuck” Ashley’s head flung back, just barely keeping her voice down, as her crest crashed over her, her body collapsing back on to the bed.

What the fuck was that? Well, she’d cum. Ashley knew that. But to thoughts like those? She was no more into kinky stuff than she was into women. Maybe I was just that worked up. That could be it. It was more reassuring than any other explanation. Maybe just about anything would have gotten her off at that point. She certainly had no desire to repeat the words now. Maybe it was just some stupid fantasy. Never going there again. I need some sleep. Just forget this ever happened.

If she could.

She couldn’t look at Mei. It was a couple of days later. Ashley’s eyes flitted everywhere else on the image in front of her. At Lauren. At the stupid corporate painting hanging behind her colleagues in the meeting room in California. At the project timeline she had open on her screen.

Anywhere but her colleague.

Anywhere but…

Long dark hair, falling around her, mouth-watering breasts tipped by so erect nipples, nipples just crying out to be licked and sucked, fingers so deep in her as her fingers were so deep in…

“Ashley?” Lauren asked, frowning. “You with us?”

“Yeah, um, sorry. We were?”

“We were talking about the new features,” Mei huffed. Don’t look at her. Can’t look at her. “Well, the new old features. Or is it the old new features?” Mei’s lips bent into a crooked smile.

God, I looked. I looked.

There was a twinge, just a twinge of arousal that crept through Ashley. She told herself it was just a memory of the dream. Nothing more. She’d made herself check out other women in the days since, relieved at her lack of response to them. With Mei there was something, but maybe it was just a memory.

“Yeah, right,” Ashley replied. “We’ve installed that version. They seem pretty happy with it.”

“Good.” That was Lauren. “If they’d wanted to switch back again I might have screamed.”

“Yeah,” Ashley half-smiled. “Me too.” She wasn’t looking at Lauren. Now that she’d looked at Mei she couldn’t take her eyes off the other woman. Did Mei’s breasts look like they had in Ashley’s dream? Curved just so? Were her nipples just that perfect shade of brown? Did she shave? Ashley had seen her colleague in a bikini, once, at a company outing. And then at the beach. So Mei shaved for that. But everything? Maybe. She went to the beach a lot.

Stop that.

Ashley crushed the thoughts, dragged her eyes away from her colleague.

Somehow she made it through the rest of the meeting.

Afterwards, Ashley sat staring at the screen. Thoughts of Mei, of mary, ran around in her head. It wasn’t Mei, Ashley told herself. Not in her dream. Mei was never that blank-eyed. Lost in obedience. But then, neither was she.

Except.

“Damn it,” Ashley snapped, not wanting to remember what she’d been saying as she came the previous night. She needed to forget it, stop worrying about.

She needed to relax.

She remembered the technique Susan had taught her.

Ashley formed her hand into a fist, held it. Slowed her breathing, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Then opened her fingers.

Feel the tension flowing away.

It helped. Not much, but enough.

Maybe I should work on some of the code. Take my mind off it. She did need to work on it. The code that came from Mei.

An image of Mei in a bikini flashed in her mind.

“Damn it!” Ashley cried again, slumping in her chair.

Maybe she did need to see the counsellor again.

“So, Ashley,” Susan said the next day. “How have you been?”

“Okay,” the blonde shrugged noncommittally. Apart stupid dreams of being a slave and fucking my colleague. Ashley wasn’t telling her counsellor about that, no matter how much her company was paying for this. Professional confidentiality be damned, it was too embarrassing.

“Only okay?” Susan asked. “Still feeling some stress?”

“Yeah,” Ashley shrugged again. “I suppose.” Stress was one way to describe it.

“Anything you’d like to talk about?”

“No,” Ashley replied hurriedly. “Well, work’s still tough. I have tried take some time off. Seriously. It’s busy though.”

“I understand.” Susan’s voice was calm, professional. Just a hint of reassurance.

How much do you have to practice to be able to do that? A hundred times? Do you do it in a mirror? An image of herself from her first dream flashed across Ashley’s mind, blank-eyed and staring in a mirror, wearing that maid’s outfit.

“Yeah, uh, some things can be tough.”

“Are you sure you can’t tell me about them? It can help.”

What could it hurt? At least about her work. She could talk about the hours she put in, the way the client kept changing their requirements, the missed meals. At least none of that involved Mei.

Through it all Susan just listened, nodding now and then.

“Yeah, well,” Ashley finished up. “I suppose there was all that.”

“Does that help put it in perspective?”

“I suppose,” Ashley allowed.

“Good. Sometimes you just need to get it all out,” her counsellor smiled.  “You’re still staying with your sister?” she added, glancing at some notes on her desk. “Any problems there?”

“No. It’s great spending time with her. I haven’t seen that much of her since I moved to California, so it’s good to catch up.”

“Hmm,” Susan paused. “Are you sure? Your file says your sister is younger than you, but it’s her place you’re staying at. Relying on a sibling, especially a younger one, can sometimes be stressful.”

Ashley shook her head. “No, it’s fine. My company’s paying the rent, not me. And if I wasn’t staying with Sam I’d be at a hotel and she’d be looking for a roommate. So I’m helping her as much as she’s helping me. And, like I said, it’s good.”

“I’m glad. Support networks are important.” Ashley watched as Susan added something to her notes. “Was there anything else?”

“No, just some silly dreams.” Shit. Why had she said that. She didn’t want to talk about them.

“Anything about them you want to talk about?” the other woman prompted.

“No, uh.” Ashley struggled for a moment. Maybe she didn’t have to say any more than that. But the woman would probably press. “Uh, just me slaving away.”

That was true, at least.

“Do you remember anything else from them?”

“No!” Ashley said, then tried to calm herself. It was a lie of course. She did remember them. Every exquisite, agonising detail. She didn’t want to talk about them. “No. They’re just, you know, me just working away, not stopping.” Working away at the floor. And Mei. No, mary. God, whatever. “Just over and over.”

“Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something about work,” Susan offered sympathetically, much to Ashley’s relief not asking for any more details. “Have you been using that technique I taught you.”

“Yeah,” Ashley nodded. “Now and then.”

“Has it helped?”

“Yeah.” It had. After the meeting with her colleagues back in California hadn’t been the only time Ashley had used it. There’d been times with the client as well. Forming her hand into a fist. Breathing in through the nose, out through her mouth. Slowly, making her herself breathe at the same pace. Feeling the tension, then opening her fingers, slower even than she was breathing. Feeling the tension draining away, relaxation spreading through her body, everything drifting away.

She felt better even just thinking about it.

“How about we do it now? Just so I can see how you’re going.”

“Sure.” Anything to avoid talking about her dreams.

“That’s good,” Susan said. “Concentrating on your breathing. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Slower. Just concentrating on your breathing. Making a fist, squeezing tightly. Thinking of nothing else.”

Ashley did, her concentration burning down to her breath and that fist.

“Holding that fist as you breathe in and out. Letting everything else drop away. All your worries and stress drifting away.”

It wasn’t quite what Susan had said last time, Ashley almost frowning. But it didn’t matter. It felt so good to let her cares drift away.

“Slowly open your fingers. Slowly. As you keep breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Feel the tension flowing out of you, flowing out through your hand, your fingers, leaving you. As everything drifts away. As you relax, just listening to my voice.”

Ashley felt the tension leaving her body, slumping in her seat.

“That felt so good, didn’t it Ashley?” Susan didn’t wait for her reply. “So good you’d like to do it again.”

Ashley did, simply nodding. It was so good to let everything slip away, simply relaxing.

“Breathing so slowly. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Just listening to my voice. Letting everything else slip away as you fall into relaxation. Forming your hand into a fist. Now hold it as you breathe in and out. Just listening to my voice. Nothing else. Don’t think, just concentrate on your breathing. So slow. So even. Now slowly open your fist. Slowly. Feeling everything flow away as you do. All your worries, all your cares. All your thoughts. Feel them all slip away as you open your fingers. Everything flowing out of you, piece by piece.”

There was just Ashley’s hand, slowly opening, and Susan’s voice, as everything else slipped away.

“It feels so good, doesn’t?” Susan’s voice flowed over her. Something warm and comforting. That almost sparked a memory in Ashley, but it was gone before she could grasp it. “Would you like to do it again?”

Ashley nodded again. She nodded every time Susan repeated her question.

“Opening your fist, so slowly. As you breathe so slowly. As everything slips away. As all you stress and worries and thoughts and awareness slip away. Just listening to my voice.”

Ashley did, her fingers opening so slowly. Her eyes were open as she watched her hand, marvelling at how slowly her fingers uncurled.

Nothing else mattered.

She didn’t know how many times she’d watched her fingers uncurl.

“You’re in a trance now, Ashley. Just a light trance. Would you like to go deeper? I think hypnosis would be a very useful method in your case.”

Something in Ashley tried to focus on her counsellor’s words. Something about hypnosis. Something should worry her.

Hypnotised girls are obedient.

She knew that. So there was only one answer to the woman’s question.

“Yes.”

“That’s good Ashley.” Susan’s voice was warm, reassuring. “So good. I’d like you to look at me. What I’m holding.”

Slowly, Ashley raised her eyes, away from her fingers. Toward her Susan. The woman was holding something, A light. It flashed, on and off. Slowly. So slowly. Like Ashley’s breathing.

“Watch the light, Ashley. See how it flicks on and off. On, you’re watching it. Off, your thoughts slip away. On, your eyes fixed on it. Aware of nothing but the light and my voice. Off, and another thought slips away. And another. On, just listening to my voice. Off, another thought slipping away as you relax more and more, falling deeper into trance. Letting my voice guide you. On, listening to my voice. Off, another thought gone as you slip deeper. On, so relaxed. Off, another thought slipping away. On. Off. Drifting deeper.”

Over and over and over. Ashley unable to count how many times.

“So deeply hypnotised now. Let’s test it shall we?” Susan put the light down, picked something else up before rising from her seat. “You feel nothing. Your body is totally numb.”

As Susan stepped around behind Ashley the blonde couldn’t even feel the seat she was sitting in.

Susan did something behind her. Ashley didn’t know what. She felt nothing.

“Good.” Susan headed back to her seat. “So deep. So relaxed.”

What the woman had been holding in her hand was long and thin and silver. Ashley had seen that. What she hadn’t seen was the red that was on its tip.

It hadn’t been there before.

She didn’t worry about it.

She was deeply hypnotised.

“I have some questions for you Ashley,” Susan announced, reaching for a tissue and calmly cleaning off that long, silver, object. “I want you to answer them truthfully. You can do that for me, can’t you Ashley?”

“Yes.” Ashley marvelled at how empty her voice sounded. It made sense, she supposed. She was deeply hypnotised. And hypnotised girls were obedient.

“Good girl,” Susan smiled. There was something malicious about that smile now. “Have you been telling me the truth up to now?”

“Yes,” Ashley repeated.

“You live in California, you’re here to help a client of your company install new software?”

“Yes.” It was so easy to answer the questions. She didn’t even have to think about it, the answers simply flowing out of her.

“Have you ever been hypnotised before?”

“No.” Maybe in her dreams. But her dreams didn’t count.

“Really?” One of Susan’s eyebrows lifted. “Probably just as well for you. You do go under so easily.”

“Really,” Ashley replied. “I’ve never been hypnotised before.”

“I should have expected that,” Susan laughed. “I did ask it as a question, didn’t I? Don’t answer that.”

Ashley didn’t. Hypnotised girls obeyed.

“Hmm. Those dreams you mentioned. Tell me what you remember of them.”

“I’m working away. Sometimes at work. Sometimes I’m a maid, cleaning a floor. Over and over.” Ashley wanted to say more. To tell Susan everything. How she’d been hypnotised in her dreams. A slave. How she’d made love to mary.

Something stopped her.

“And that’s all you remember?”

“Yes.” Ashley’s voice was so empty. She was empty. Of thought. Of feeling. She didn’t need to tell Susan any more than that. “That’s all I remember.”

There was only obedience.

“Oh well,” Susan mused. “Better safe than sorry. Let’s take you a little deeper.” She picked up the light again. “Just watch the light, sinking deeper as it flashes on and off.”

Ashley did.

“Now, repeat after me. I am so relaxed.”

“I am so relaxed.” It was easy to say that. It was only the truth.

“I enjoy hypnosis. Being hypnotised relaxes me.” The light was flicking on and off, so slowly, drawing Ashley in. Like something else.

It didn’t matter.

“I enjoy hypnosis.” Of course she did. Susan had told her so. “Being hypnotised relaxes me.”

“I want to be hypnotised.” Susan’s eyes were looking at her, above the light. The light that flick one and off, so slowly, sinking her further into darkness, into the void. Susan’s eyes, and the lights.

All Ashley could see.

All she knew.

“I want to be hypnotised.”

“I’ll accept any suggestions Susan makes.” Susan’s voice was so calm. So relaxing.

“I’ll accept any suggestions Susan makes.” Of course she would.

“That’s so good.” That warm, reassuring smile was back on Susan’s face. “So relaxing. Just listening to my voice. Accepting my words as you slip deeper and deeper into trance. I think we’ll need to go over this a few times. Then make sure you don’t remember any of it. Not consciously, anyway, how does that sound?”

“Good,” Ashley replied, her voice as empty as her mind. “I’ll accept any suggestions Susan makes.”

“Of course you will. Now look at the light and sink deeper, listening to my voice.”

Ashley did.

Ashley blinked, looking at her hand, her fingers slowly uncurling. How many times had she?

It didn’t matter.

“I think we’re coming along well,” Susan declared. “But I think everything still has you under a lot of pressure. You’d agree with that, wouldn’t you Ashley?”

“Yes.” It was obvious, really. “I suppose. Uh.”  She wouldn’t feel so relaxed every time she did the exercise if there wasn’t tension to get rid of.

“The exercise I gave you is useful, but it’s only a stopgap. And I don’t think we’ve got right to the root of your issues yet. How would you describe your social life? Not here, but in California.”

“It’s okay,” Ashley shrugged.

“Do you have many friends?”

“Not really.” Not many at all, if she was being honest. Especially outside work. She’d probably call Mei a friend. Maybe that was why her colleague had turned up in her dream. And why it was so embarrassing.

Susan glanced at her notes “And you’re getting on well with your sister. Could you be feeling anxious at knowing you’ll be leaving her again once this contract is over?”

“A bit,” Ashley admitted. She hadn’t really wanted to think about how limited her time with Sam was.

“Hmm.” Susan glanced at her notes again. “And you said you hadn’t contacted your friends here in New York. You may have some issues around attachment. Perhaps we might try some hypnosis next time to investigate them. What do you think?”

I’ll accept any suggestions Susan makes. It wasn’t a thought, just a feeling.

Ashley shrugged. “If you think it would help.”

“I think it would. But that’s for next time.” Susan paused. “In the meantime, I’d like to help you with some more relaxation techniques. I’ll send you some audio to listen to. They should help with the dreams. So just listen to them as you’re going to sleep. How does that sound?”

“Sure,” Ashley agreed. If it stopped the weird dreams she’d been having she’d be happy to listen to anything.

“Good,” Susan smiled. “I’ll get Tania to send them to your phone. We have your number in your file. Until next time, then. Just make the appointment on your way out.”

Susan only waited until the door closed before reaching for her phone.

“Report.” The voice on the other end of the call was just as flat as the last time. Just as flat and empty and emotionless as every time. Susan wasn’t sure whether it was the same voice as the last time or a different one.

It wasn’t important for her to know that.

“She’s just left from the second appointment. Full hypnosis was achieved.” Her clit sparked from relaying the information. Information she should never give out about a client, the act of betrayal so delicious. “A desire for hypnosis was instilled. She will be sent audio files with further reinforcement embedded subliminally.”

“Satisfactory.”

Susan allowed herself to picture the owner of that voice. Some woman, another slave of her Goddess, sitting there, answering Susan’s call. Her only function to co-ordinate the reports of Goddess’ slaves. Would there be a spark of intelligence in her eyes, as she processed the information? Or would they be as dead and blank as her voice?

“Prognosis?” the voice asked.

“It will depend on how she reacts to the audio files.” The girl was a good subject, but these things were never certain. “But she accepted my suggestions well. I may be able to prepare her for self-extraction after our next session.” Susan’s centre dampened, imagining what she’d be doing to the girl. Sending her to Goddess, sealing her fate.

Susan’s pussy clenched.

“Satisfactory,” the voice declared. “The slave may cum.”

Susan did, a moan shuddering from her lips.

“This slave came,” she reported. It was so delicious. What she was doing to the girl. Readying her for slavery. Like she was a slave. Susan’s pussy was so wet, her nipples so tight. She was never allowed to touch her own nipples, fondle her own breasts, not like that. No-one was. Unless Goddess chose to.

It was a delicious, agonising prize, dangled in front of her. Keeping her needy, keeping her wanting. Unless Goddess chose to grace her slave with her presence, the only sexual contact Susan was allowed was her toy’s tongue on her pussy.

Her breasts belonged to Goddess, like she did. Just things Goddess owned. Goddess had never claimed her possessions, not since Susan had been enslaved. She could remember Goddess’ hands on her as her will had been stripped away. Revelling in the touch, drowning in it.

Never since.

But maybe someday. That’s what her Goddess had promised her. If she ensnared enough women. If they were beautiful enough. If she obeyed well enough. Maybe then she’d feel Goddess’ hands on her breasts again, something, anything, on her breasts. Goddess’ fingers claiming her pussy.

Maybe she’d get to use her hands, her tongue on Goddess’ breasts. On Goddess’ glorious pussy. Be allowed to show her devotion.

But not until then. Until then all she had was the orgasms she was allowed. At the command of a voice on the other end of a phone call. At the tongue of her toy. At least she came more than Tania did, the girl only cresting when she serviced Susan.

Maybe they’d be allowed that today.

“Sufficient,” the voice on the other end of the call declared. “Proceed.”

Susan knew what that meant. There’d be no playing with her toy today. No touch of Tania’s lips and tongue on Susan’s pussy. It didn’t matter. It just heightened her anticipation for next time. Ensured that the orgasm would be all the better for waiting. The other slave was just relaying Goddess’ orders and Goddess knew best. “Thank Goddess,” the words slipping from Susan’s mouth like a prayer.

“Thank Goddess,” that flat voice replied before ending the call.

(To be continued)