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(Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass)
Mistress Calista was waiting for Twatiana in the entryway to the Tower Dungeon. She watched her gorgeous slave walk gracefully and sexily up the stone walkway to the door. The slave girl pushed the doorbell and Calista opened the door smiling and greeted her, "Hello sweet cunnie," as she embraced her slave.
"Hello my gorgeous Mistress," Twatiana replied, hugging Calista.
"Were you naughty since our last session, Twatiana?" her Mistress asked her, holding her close.
"Yes Ma'am, but I thought of you each time," Twatiana giggled as she seductively rubbed her body against Calista causing both of their pussies to become damp. Mistress Calista smiled and ordered her slave to strip naked and kneel before her. Twatiana purred as she slowly and sexily removed her sweatshirt and shorts. She unhooked her bra and pulled it off letting it fall to the entryway floor as her magnificent tits swayed and jiggled as she moved. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she pushed them down and stepped out of them, pushing them aside with her foot. Twatiana kneeled before her wondrous Mistress, thighs spread, shoulders back, hands behind her head and looking at the floor.
Calista’s pussy began seeping cunt nectar just looking at her slave girl. "I have a surprise for you up in the Tower Dungeon, Twatiana," she tells her. Twatiana quivered at her Mistress’s words and swallowed hard, knowing that Calista’s surprises usually involve the pain that Twatiana so craves. She tingled with excitement as Calista had her stand up. Kneeling, Calista attached an alligator clip to each cuntlip and joined the clips with a leash. Twatiana groaned at the sharp bite of the alligator clips sharp metal teeth. "Oh Mistress, that hurts so nice, Ma’am," she told her Mistress. Calista pulled her to the stone steps leading to the Tower Dungeon, jerking the chain to amuse herself. Twatiana followed painfully, but willingly as her cuntlips stretched from the taut leash.
Twatiana groaned as they ascended the stone steps, feeling her Mistress harshly jerk the chain leash. When they reached the top, Calista stopped to blindfold her slave. Twatiana tingled excitedly as Mistress Calista pulled her into the Dungeon where Twatiana heard people moaning. Pulled toward the center of the Dungeon, Twatiana’s ears perked up as the sounds of heavy, but muffled breathing and moans become louder. Twatiana stumbled following Mistress Calista, causing sharp pain to her cuntlips. Stopping her, Calista had her spread her feet wide apart. Twatiana felt something between her legs, but wasn't sure what it was. "Twatiana, I want you to pee, now," Calista ordered her. Twatiana seemed confused and hesitated. "Did you hear me, bitch?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, I'm waiting," said Calista angrily.
Twatiana wiggled her lovely ass, spread her legs wider, squatted and began to piss. She heard splashing as her warm piss poured over someone that was moaning and it sounded like they were trying to escape. Twatiana felt the warm stream leave her cunt and her piss scent filled the room. "You may stop pissing now, Twatiana," Mistress Calista ordered her and Twatiana stopped on command. Calista pulled her by the cuntlips to a new position and orders her to spread her long legs wide again and commanded her to resume pissing. Twatiana spread her legs and let her golden stream flow, splashing on someone beneath her. Again she heard the splashing and muffled moans as her sweet scent filled her nostrils.
When Twatiana completed her task, Calista placed soft leather restraints on her wrists and fastened them to an overhead chain. Twatiana sighed, starting to feel the wonderful feeling of helplessness. Her ankles were fastened to a spreader bar between her legs. An overhead chain was attached to the spreader bar and her legs were hoisted up until they are parallel to the floor. Twatiana, pain slut that she was, smiled under her blindfold. Mistress Calista removed her blindfold and the alligator clips from her cuntlips. Twatiana opened her eyes, blinking as her eyes became accustomed to the light, to see two young men, lying ass to ass on their backs on the padded bench.
Twatiana looked at them, then at her Mistress, as she realized that there was a large double-headed dildo in their assholes, vibrating and moving with a built in fucking action. Twatiana smiled and giggled, as she watched them fuck each other, noticing that their balls were tied together, very tightly, with a rawhide cord. Their cocks were tightly banded at their cock bases and their cockheads were bound together with a strong rubber band placed just under their cockhead rims. Both of the men were uncircumcised and their foreskins were drawn back to expose their bulbous cockheads. Twatiana smiled at the pleasure the male’s plight seemed to give her Mistress.
Mistress Calista saw the quizzical look on Twatiana’s face as she watched the young men struggle at their bonds, making muffled sounds through the ball gags fastened to their heads. Twatiana stared at them, wondering what to make of it. Calista, holding a riding crop in her hand, rubbed it full length between Twatiana’s cuntlips, wetting it profusely as her slave started to swoon. "You see, Twatiana, a wet crop seems to give more ‘pleasure’ than a dry one," Calista grinned as she told her what she’s doing. Twatiana moaned with pleasure and ground her pussy against the crop. " As you know, sweet slave girl, you have pissed on their faces, hair and heads," her Mistress told her. Twatiana grinned with a twinkle in her eyes, seeing them glisten from her piss then playfully frowned at her Mistress.
"I know you want me to ‘play’ with your pussy sweet slut, but not right now. Let's have some fun with these two oafs first," Calista grinned as Twatiana smiled and nodded agreeably. Without warning, Calista swatted the males’ cockheads with her riding crop and they moaned painfully into their ball gags. Twatiana giggled and marveled at her Mistress’s cruelty. Calista began to swat their cockheads at will, reaching out to rub Twatiana’s nipples with her free hand, feeling them grow hard and craving for attention. The males’ muffled screams turned Twatiana on, her cunt oozed with her juices. While the young men twisted, writhed and screamed, Calista stopped swatting them and inserted the crop in Twatiana’s cunt. She moved to her table to pour a large glass of white wine. Twatiana ground her cunt on the crop again, as she tried to fuck it.
Mistress Calista drank a deep swallow of wine, put the wineglass to her slave girl’s lips to give her a large swallow as well. Twatiana drank the wine gleefully as she continued to fuck the crop in her pussy. "Don't let the crop slide out of your wet cunt or I will use it on your cunt and clit," Calista warned her. Twatiana moaned and tried to grip the crop tightly with her thighs and cunt, writhing from its pleasurable feeling inside her. "Now, sweet little cunnie, you are wondering what these two oaf’s are doing here trussed up as Christmas turkeys." Twatiana nodded yes, "Well, they attend the local University and they decided to seek out a Domina. Some one gave them my business number and they called wanting a joint session. I invited them to come over and discuss their needs. When they arrived, they tried to turn the tables on me by attempting to chain me to an X frame, here in the Dungeon. My bodyguard, Bruno, that big black slave that fucked you last session, overheard the commotion. He subdued both of them and the rest you can pretty well imagine," Calista told her.
"Stupid fucking boys," Twatiana said happily.
"Yes, now they will find out how stupid they are. Some more wine my sweet cunnie, Twatiana?"