"Wonderful!" I could hear Mistress Anna clapping softly from across the room. "You two are naturals, did you know that?
"Now, I think it's time we ate, don't you? Oh, no, don't move a muscle, little cum-slut. I think it best if you just let that frosting drip on you until you go home tonight."
I looked down on her cum covered face and breasts, my ejaculate stringing down off her cheeks, and saw a new expression on her face: gratitude and confusion. I grew a little concerned that we had pushed her too far.
"Come here, Richard. Let me release you from your torment. If you would like to dress, feel free, or you are welcome to dine
au natural
." With my cock rapidly shrinking, the clamp, chain and rod were no longer in tension; walking was almost a breeze. She had me bend over and I felt the rod collapse inside me and then draw out. Moments later she had removed the equipment and handed me a napkin to wipe my ass.
I was enjoying being naked, the cool air on my cock and nipples while dining with two...three...women was a novel experience. I looked at Mamiko, sitting silently splayed open, her face unreadable, the image of her oozing pussy fresh in my memory.
"Mistress Anna," I began, "you had suggested we would begin slowly...take small steps. I understood it was probably necessary for Loren," I looked over at her as she raised her eyebrows, "but maybe we need to go a little slower with me. That was almost too much."
"That is why we have safe words, Master Rick. Exactly why we have them. To know our limits and to declare them to our Masters. You are in control! Both of you! Take control! Learn your limits! Without knowing yourself you cannot possibly know the other. Neither you nor your little cunt over there have learned that lesson yet.
"Why, she could just say 'Basket' and her discomfort would be over. But look at her: she won't say it. I would have guessed it was pride, if I didn't know better. You are enjoying the trainer, aren't you?"
Loren just looked at her, and then at me. I nodded slightly, letting her know she should answer if she didn't want more attention paid to her.
"Yes, Mistress Anna. I...ohhh...I am enjoying the trainer. Thank you." She lowered her eyes to her plate, moaning again as the thing cycled her through its paces.
"Okay, class is over. I would be a terrible hostess if I kept you waiting for nourishment any longer. Mamiko." She didn't say anything other than the young woman's name, but apparently there was an understanding. Mamiko rose again in a fluid motion, dropped lightly off the table and disappeared into the kitchen.
She reappeared almost instantaneously pushing a cart laden with food. It was like some old-time movie - she had hardly been gone long enough to get a cart, let alone put the food on it.
"I've asked Cook to keep it light tonight, in honor of your first training experiences."
The thought she had a staff, in addition to Mamiko, had slipped my mind. That she had staff that was complicit with her lifestyle made my head spin a little.
Mamiko served and when she was finished, Mistress Anna made a gesture with her hand. I thought I saw disgust flash across the young woman's face but whatever it was, it passed so quickly I couldn't be sure. Loren couldn't see what happened next, as Mamiko was on the far side of the table between me and Anna, but she gracefully bent down onto her hands and knees coming to rest like a cat at Anna's feet.
"My little pussy has behaved like an animal this evening, forgetting her training and climaxing in an almost unforgivable fashion. Isn't that right, cunt?"
Mamiko's response was almost unintelligible, it was so quiet.
"You forget yourself, little slut! And in front of our new trainees! Must we revisit the basics?"
"No, Mistress!" Mamiko looked up and then down at her mistress' feet. "I am very sorry. I have transgressed twice tonight, my mistress: I climaxed without your permission, and I was impertinent just now. Please show mercy, my mistress."
Mistress Anna raised her shoe and pressed Mamiko's head down onto the floor, using her as a footstool. "Yes, you did climax without my permission, but more importantly, you climaxed when I had strictly forbidden it, isn't that right, you fucking cunt." The last words came out with such venom, Loren looked up from her plate. I could see she was nervous, but whether from anxiety or arousal I couldn't tell.
"And what do pussies get when they are disobedient?"
"Corrections, my mistress. Disobedient pussies get corrections."
Mistress Anna removed her shoe, placing her foot in front of the prostate woman's nose. Immediately, Mamiko reached high up her mistress' leg keeping her body as low as possible while she gently pulled Anna's stocking down and off her foot. It was the first time during the evening I had a glimpse of Mistress Anna's body and I was surprised to see how tight her thighs and calves were.
Mamiko, having removed the stocking, now rested her lips on Anna's toes, apparently kissing them. She continued to administer caresses with her mouth to Mistress Anna's foot while we worked through our first course.
"This will be as instructive as anything we've already been through this evening, Master Rick. I mentioned it earlier: punishment is not just pain; it can take many different forms. Psychological, emotional - whatever the submissive needs to be properly trained. Humiliation is often a useful technique, as it requires very little effort on your part, but imparts a delicious sense of shame and negative reinforcement to your cunt. Oddly, they seem to get off on it, so it has to be used judiciously.
"Now this little disobedient slut has a particular form of humiliation that I only use rarely because she hates it so. If I'm not careful she'll pull the plug on the scene and that just makes the whole evening so difficult. Can either of you guess what it is?"
I considered what I had seen of Mamiko's behavior so far: She had been nude most of the time, so being exposed in front of strangers wasn't it. It was clearly not pain - Mamiko had climaxed, in spite of her prohibition - pain was her trigger not a form of punishment. Humiliation, at least as I defined it, wasn't it either - she gladly spread her legs to have me eat her, and dropped to her belly to behave as an animal without any hesitation.
"Talking," Loren said quietly, taking a bite of her salad.
"Master Rick! She's a keeper! We really have to keep meeting like this; I like smart women! Yes, 'talking' is exactly it. Except, I've learned it's a very specific type of speech Mamiko hates more than anything. Mamiko abhors talking about how she is feeling. Someday we will have her tell us about it, but right now, she knows what she has to do."
The Japanese woman moaned, her lips pulling away from Anna's instep. "Mistress Anna: this unworthy cunt is filled with anger: why should she have to perform for these people? She only wants to serve you, my mistress. Ooohhh, she is...still feeling wet and sticky from climaxing, her heart is pounding...and...shhhhhh...she is...her nipples are hardening at exposing herself to these strangers."
"Oh...do show us, little cunt, do show us those darling little nipples. Rick you should just see how they stand up so when she is truly ashamed."
Mamiko lifted her torso, bending her back to push her chest towards the ceiling. Her breasts were nearly flat in this position, her areolas a darkened target surrounding the raised pegs of her nipples. Anna reached down and pulled gently on one and then the other as she described Mamiko's peculiar reaction to being humiliated in this way.
As Anna manipulated Mamiko's nipples, Mamiko kept a running stream of consciousness about her feelings, physically and emotionally at being publically exposed and humiliated this way.
"Each time mistress strokes my nipples, I feel an electric pulse shooting down to my pussy. I know I must fight the urge, but each time my mistress rubs my erect nipples, I want to push my unworthy cunt forward to be stimulated further. I am getting very wet, very lubricated and I am very ashamed at having to describe my growing arousal to your guests."
"Sweet, isn't it?" Mistress Anna had stopped eating, transfixed by Mamiko's reaction as if it were the first time. "I just can't get enough of it. But, sadly, if I push her too far she will stop it. Look! Look at how she shivers at the mere mention of my pushing her too far. I just love this young cunt. I really can't get enough of it."
Whether from the trainer, or the image of Anna humiliating the young woman, Loren began to moan, shifting in her chair. I looked over at her to see if she was okay, and saw the glazed look in her eye. If this kept up, she would climax again.
Anna released her slave and gestured toward the kitchen. In a heartbeat, Mamiko had scuttled on hands and knees through the door. I had barely taken a bite up until that moment, and took the opportunity to eat before something else would happen.
Anna began a conversation about one of the neighbors, a family I had never met. As she told us a particularly colorful story, the door re-opened, Mamiko on all fours pushing a plate of food in front of her, to return to her mistress' feet.
As we discussed the goings on in the world, the state government scandals and eventually the gossip in the neighborhood, Mamiko ate from her plate, like a cat or dog, using only her mouth. Anna placed a wine glass on the floor, and I watched as Mamiko sipped from it, not spilling a drop.
"She really is quite house-broken." Anna had seen my interest in Mamiko's skill. "Of course, the ultimate punishment for Mamiko is something neither of you would have ever guessed, would they my little golden cunt."
Mamiko looked up, the fear clearly evident on her face before she got herself under control. "No, mistress."
"'No' as in, 'Please don't make me demonstrate what it is I hate the most, Mistress Anna?' or 'No,' as in 'There's no way they could ever guess what I fear the most?'"
"No, Mistress Anna, please don't make me demonstrate what it is I hate the most." She had stopped, looking down at her food, waiting for her mistress' judgment.
"Well, we are eating, and I would hate to upset our guests' appetite. But perhaps you could just tell us?"
