In the world of slaves, orgasms are strictly rationed. Masters and mistresses prefer to have their slaves in a constant state of sexual readiness. Male slaves are supposed to be constantly hard and erect. Female slaves are supposed to be constantly wet. We're supposed to be constantly feverish and desperate for sex. We're supposed to be grateful for every orgasm.
That's exactly the way it worked in my world. And when Doctor Riemen told Josephine and I that we could touch each other and give each other orgasms, we were both profoundly grateful.
There were two more slaves in the holding cell with us. Like Josephine and I, they were naked, and their bare skin showed signs of harsh punishments. Unlike Josephine and I, their faces were masks of resentment and jealousy. They could only watch as Josephine and I enjoyed each other's bodies.
I gazed over at them sheepishly. I felt a potent sense of guilt that I would be enjoying sexual bliss, while they were left to suffer in sexual need. I could almost have wept for them in commiseration of their sexual misery. Like them, I knew what it was like to feel completely frustrated. To have sexual desire build up within me and be denied any opportunity for release.
Then, Josephine distracted me and took my attention away from the other slaves. She held out welcoming arms, as if inviting me to meld my naked body with hers. I couldn't ignore the invitation. My heart soared, and my loins throbbed. A moment later my hands were on her naked flesh. I kissed her with selfish abandon and her feverishly-hot, naked body rubbed up against mine.
Josephine moaned into my mouth as we kissed and our tongues caressed each other. As we continued to kiss, Josephine's hands moved all over my naked body, my shoulders, the small of my back, my waist, and then they cupped and fondled my poor, punished buttocks.
I gasped, as my butt was still incredibly sore from being repeatedly abused by whips and riding crops. I should have been angry at her for reawakening the sharp, throbbing pain in my hindquarters, but somehow what she did was making me even more aroused.
At some point Josephine's hands found their way between my legs and she palmed my swollen labia. She made a very self-satisfied sound when she discovered my pussy was soaking wet. I moaned uncontrollably and wantonly gyrated my hips as Josephine's fingers played with the swollen folds of my pubic lips.
It didn't take Josephine long before she found my clit, it was hard, swollen and practically had a flashing neon sign advertising itself. It had already escaped from its hood and was begging to be touched.
"Aaaaaaahh,"
I exclaimed as her thumb rubbed across my ultra-sensitive clit. I spread my thighs even wider and thrust my vulva against her hand. I was throbbing with sexual need and I brazenly encouraged Josephine to play with my pussy and bring me relief.
I heard whimpering and I looked away from my beautiful Josephine to see the other two slaves holding hands and huddled close to each other. One of them had a look of suffering on her face as she watched Josephine play with the delicious nerve-endings in my pussy.
It was cruel to make them watch Josephine and I experience sexual bliss while they were in sexual agony, however, that's part of being a slave. Sometimes your masters force you to endure agonizing humiliations and cruel torments.
The whimpering momentarily distracted Josephine and she stopped playing with my clit. Then,
I
was the one who started to whimper, desperate for Josephine to finish what she started.
For some reason, Josephine decided to prolong my sexual agony and focused on my bare breasts rather than my needy clit. I was unable to protest, as my mouth temporarily lost the ability to form words. Josephine found my erect, sensitive nipples and proceeded to claim them with her mouth, trapping them between her teeth, sucking on them and battering them with her tongue. Her mouth on my nipples caused an urgent, delicious throbbing that began in breasts, but soon resonated across most of my feverish, naked body.
"Aahhhh,"
I exclaimed loudly as my nerve-endings were stimulated to the point of madness. I could literally feel my mind slipping away, my entire being was just one bright, burning inferno of sexual heat and then suddenly Josephine was on her knees, planting enticing kisses on my inner-thighs.
My mind wasn't my own anymore as I grabbed Josephine's head and I pulled it forcefully into my vagina. I let out a mindless scream and then began to pant as Josephine began to lick at my needy clitoris and my long-denied orgasm began to break free and rise to the surface.
I thrashed and moaned and when the orgasm finally broke, I screamed incoherently. It was like scores of orgasms all occurring simultaneously. I found it to be overwhelming. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor in an orgasmic mess.
One of the other slaves mercifully caught me before the back of my skull hit the concrete floor. She had excellent reflexes, and admirable hand-eye coordination. When I could get my mouth to form words again, I thanked her for her gracious gesture.
"No problem," the slender brunette said as she supported my shoulders and cradled my head, "You would have done the same for me."
I looked into her eyes, they were wide and alert and concerned. She was suffering in sexual misery, but she was still concerned enough about her fellow slaves to try and protect them from potential injuries.
"You're right, I would have," I responded softly, "still, I'm very grateful. What's your name?"
"Petra," she replied softly.
"Petra, I'm Gwen," I said as I looked up into her eyes, "Nice to meet you."
Josephine was annoyed and frustrated that I was paying attention to Petra, instead of her, however she tried to conceal her annoyance and politely said, "Thanks for the save, Petra. I'm Josephine," then she extended a hand to me to help me get my ass up off the floor.
Josephine was only 5'2", but when she looked down at me, she looked intimidating. She was breathing heavy and gave me an admonishing glare. She looked intensely impatient. Apparently, her sexual distress was all-consuming, and she was bitter at Petra and me for delaying her sexual salvation.
Josephine only helped me up to a kneeling position, which put her crotch right about level with my face. It was immediately obvious what she wanted. The folds of her labia and her inner-thighs were glistening with moisture.
I grabbed Josephine's firm buttocks in my hands and clamped my mouth onto her wet sex. She squirmed, and her legs went wobbly as I worked my tongue deep into her warm, moist interior. My poor Josephine made feminine gasping and whimpering sounds as I ate her pussy.
My assault on her wet, throbbing vagina was so intense for her, that she very nearly collapsed. Petra and the other slave grabbed her by the arm and torso in a valiant attempt to keep her poor Josephine from falling over. She moaned and trembled as I dug my tongue in and explored. I darted my tongue this way and that and then thrust my tongue inside of her as deep as it would go.
Josephine cried out like a woman possessed, but I kept working my tongue into her delicious cleft, exploring and discovering the location of her most responsive spots. Her thighs trembled, and she seemed on the verge of falling over, but I continued to work my tongue inside of her and trusted that the other two slaves would keep Josephine upright.
When I located Josephine's clitoris, it was swollen and hard. It had already emerged from its hood, as if it was begging for attention. I took her clit into my mouth and trapped it between my teeth, happily sucking away at it like it was a sweet candy. Josephine panted lustily, as she gripped my head with both hands and roughly pulled at my blonde hair and pushed my skull even tighter against her pelvis.
It didn't take a great deal of time for my efforts to bear fruit. Within seconds there was a sharp intake of breath, a wailing passionate scream, and suddenly Josephine's orgasm ripped through her. The way Josephine squirmed and writhed as she reached her climax was indecent and suggestive, but very entertaining. I'm sure the he Vineyard employees watching us on the security monitors got quite an enjoyable show.
"You two are so lucky," Petra said. She said it so softly I could barely hear her over the sound of Josephine's panting as her chest heaved up and down and she slowly recovered from her powerful orgasm.
"Yes, we are," I agreed. Of course, I had much more than an exciting sex-life going for me, but I didn't mention that. Petra didn't need to know my entire life's story.
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FUN FACT:
Even professional strippers with an extraordinary sex life and a multitude of lesbian lovers have parents.
My parents got divorced when I was just a kid, however, my mother and I are still very close, and she invites me out to dinner or shopping or over to her house for dinner at least once a month.
"So, when am I going to get to meet your girlfriend?" my mother asked me as we sat in her dining room, sipping coffee.
"You want to meet Lindsay?" I asked. I immediately felt a surge of panic. I loved Lindsay, however, she was very different from my mother. Lyndsay was extroverted, flamboyant, mischievous, unpredictable and extraordinarily kinky. I was worried that Lyndsay and my mother wouldn't get along.
"I feel like I should," my mother opined, "Lyndsay sounds like a really important person in your life. And if you two get married, she'd be my daughter-in-law."
"Well, okay," I said hesitantly, "but what if you don't like her? I mean, you're my mom and she's my soul mate. If the two of you hate each other, I don't know how I'm going to cope."
My mom made a dismissive sound and then added, "Nonsense. I'm sure I'll love her. Tell me something about her."
"Like what?"
"Well, like what does she do for a living?"
"The question caught me flatfooted. There were so many things about Lindsay that I thought might clash with my mother, I never even thought about her employment history.
"Well, she doesn't exactly have a job," I began.
"What?
Sweetheart, you're not supporting her, financially are you?"
The look of shock and concern on my mother's face was almost comical. I really
had
left my mother out of the loop on Lyndsay! There was
