Midnight Bells

Mistress and Slave were lovers. They loved each other with a passion and they were completely devoted to each other, but Mistress had been born to command and Slave had been born to obey.

Mistress was an extreme dominant and Slave was an extreme submissive. They were the perfect couple.

Mistress was a professional lesbian dominatrix and such an astute business woman that she had made such a huge profit from her profession that she had been able to buy the magnificent mansion in which she now lived with her Slave, and the vast acreage that came with it.

Both Mistress and her Slave were beautiful, voluptuous women.

They had the faces of angels, but they were no angels. They had the bodies of porn stars, and they were porn stars. The lesbian BDSM movies they had made had contributed to Mistress's fortune.

They were making love in Mistress's huge four-poster bed. They had been at it for almost an hour.

Each of the women had her face buried in the other's hairless groin, greedily sucking her swollen clitoris and probing her anal sphincter with the fingers of one hand whilst mauling her magnificent, natural breasts with the other hand.

Eventually both women were sated and it was time for sleep.

"I love you, Slave," said Mistress, "but it's time for you to crawl into your basket."

"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress. Good night"

Slave's bed was in the form of a very large dog basket and was on the floor at the foot of her Mistress's four-poster.

There was silence for several minutes and then Mistress heard the church clock in the nearby village strike midnight.

"Are you still awake, Slave?" Mistress asked in the darkness.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Have you ever had sex with a man, Slave?"

"No, Mistress." Slave thought that this was a very strange question for her Mistress to ask her, Mistress knew that Slave was technically still a virgin. But Slave was just a slave and it was not her place to question her Mistress's motives.

"Have you ever had a cock in your pussy, Slave?"

"No, Mistress."

"In your butt?"

"No, Mistress."

"Between your tits?"

"No, Mistress."

"In your mouth?"

"No, Mistress."

"So, you've never given a man a blowjob, Slave?"

"No, Mistress, never."

"That's a pity, Slave, because, as you are already aware, I am having the vast cellars of this mansion converted into state-of-the-art BDSM dungeons. The contractors will start work on Monday morning and they will work for ten consecutive days in order to have my dungeons completed by the following Wednesday night.

"Ten fit, virile, young guys will be working ten hours a day for ten consecutive days. They weren't happy about it so I had to throw in an incentive. I have promised them a constant supply of coffee, sandwiches and blowjobs." Mistress paused to let Slave absorb this information.

Slave wasn't sure if a response was required of her, so she just said, "Yes, Mistress."

"You, Slave, will be responsible for maintaining this constant supply of coffee, sandwiches and blowjobs. You will brew the coffee, you will make sandwiches and you will suck the cocks. You won't let me down, will you, Slave?"

Slave was stunned and shocked by this news, but it was her duty to obey her beloved Mistress, so she had no choice but to do exactly as she was told.

So she said, "No, Mistress, I won't let you down. I will be the best coffee brewer, the best sandwich maker and the best cocksucker my Mistress could ever hope for."

"Good. I have also informed the contractors that only your mouth is available for their pleasure, they are not to try to put their cocks into your pussy or into your butt or between your tits. Hand jobs are out of the question as you'll be handling food.

"You will therefore serve the guys naked and, at all times, have a butt plug inside you, your pussy rings will be padlocked together and spiked dog collars will be strapped onto each of your tits.

"In addition you will wear a suspender belt, fishnet stockings, and five-inch stilettos. And a smile."

Another long pause. Another response required?

"Yes, Mistress."

"Let us say that each guy wants, maybe, three blowjobs per day. That's three blowjobs, times ten guys, times ten days. How many blowjobs is that Slave?"

"Three hundred blowjobs, Mistress."

"Three hundred blowjobs, eh? That's a lot. Let's hope they don't want any more than three blowjobs per day per man. If they do you'll hardly have enough time to make the coffee and sandwiches."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And, by the way, Slave, you will swallow every last drop. Spitting is very unladylike and I have a reputation to maintain."

"Yes, Mistress, I will swallow every last drop."

"Nothing can be left to chance, Slave, so my mother, who tells me she is an expert at sucking cock, has kindly agreed to teach you how to give the perfect blowjob. Wasn't that kind of her?"

"Yes, Mistress. That was very kind of her."

"And my father has kindly agreed to let you practise sucking his cock. And so have my granddad, my uncle, and my brothers. I really have a very generous family, don't I, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, a very generous family."

"Maybe I should ask the Head Gardener and his assistant if you can practise sucking their cocks too. After all, you've only two days to acquire the skill. You're going to need all the practise you can get."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"You'd better get some sleep, Slave, your cock sucking training starts first thing in the morning. Good night. I love you."

"Good night, Mistress. I love you too."

Slave's mind was in a state of turmoil. The thought of having to give three hundred blowjobs, maybe more, in ten days filled her with dread, but she also felt strangely aroused. Was it even possible to give three hundred blowjobs in ten day? How long did the average blowjob take?

How would she know? She was a lesbian. Lesbians don't suck cocks.

Ten, ten hour days, that was a hundred hours. Three hundred blowjobs meant three blowjobs every hour, one every twenty minutes. If a blowjob took ten minutes she would spend fifty hours sucking cock which would leave fifty hours to make the coffee and sandwiches and to hand them out.

But what if a blowjob took more than ten minutes? And what if the guys wanted more than three blowjobs each every day? And what if she let her Mistress down? No! That wasn't going to happen.

In the darkness, Mistress could almost hear the cogs turning in Slave's brain.

Mistress could barely contain her mirth. She had to bite her pillow to stop herself from laughing out loud. Slave had swallowed her story, hook, line and sinker.

Mistress would put Slave out of her misery in the morning and they would both laugh about it.

When Slave had crawled out of Mistress's four-poster that night it had been 11:50PM on March 31st.

The bells Mistress had heard chiming at midnight had announced the beginning of April Fools' Day.