Reading Notes:
1. This is the ninth chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory.
2. As this saga continues, aspects of sadism, slavery, cuckoldry, lesbianism, denial and general bdsm are explored.
3. All characters are figments of both of the authors' imaginations, and all characters consent to every aspect of the activities described. As always, all characters are aged over 18.
Saturday morning dawned, and Sara slipped from that deep and restful sleep into a stage where she was almost awake. Her brain told her it was time to open her eyes, and she did, reluctantly.
The guest bedroom where she and her cuckold Paul had been sleeping was bathed in glorious sunlight. Sara looked at the prone still sleeping figure next to her. She loved him dearly, and she knew that he too worshipped the ground that she walked on. They indulged one another's fetishes, which meant that Sara was free to fuck other men whilst Paul was able to become Paula and serve her cruel Mistress during play times. Today was going to be a good day, Sara decided and, reaching under the duvet, she pinched Paul's nipple with her nails, waking him up instantly.
"Good morning, my love," he said sleepily. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thank you," she replied, "but I'm awake now and I need two things. My early morning pleasuring is the second one!"
"And the first?" enquired Paul, although he had a very good idea what it was that Sara required. He scooted down in the bed, making room for Sara to adjust her position.
"I need a pee," Sara smiled, straddling her husband and lifting herself up onto her knees, so that Paul could shuffle down the bed and place his mouth under Sara's beautiful smooth cunt. When he was in position, she lowered herself onto his face.
"For fuck's sake, don't spill any," she warned Paul sternly. "I don't want to have to explain piss stains to John and Denise!"
Paul was in no position to answer verbally so he used his tongue to signal that he was ready. He waited patiently.
An initial trickle flooded his mouth. Sara's first pee of the day was always stronger than at any other time. He swallowed, savouring the taste and the aroma in his nostrils.
He was aware that Sara was holding her stream back somewhat, managing the flow so that he could swallow everything without spilling any. He drank gratefully, and as the flow lessened, then ceased altogether, he remained in position for the last drops, squeezed out by Sara. Her thighs put pressure on his head, signalling that she had finished. Paul began to lick her cunt lips dry.
Then he began his early morning worship. His tongue delved back into the sweet moist depths of Sara's cunt. It sought out her clit, which was still in hibernation below her protective hood. Paul found the sleepy bud and licked her gently. She stirred.
He adjusted his position slightly and sucked Sara's clit gently. She began to wake up, interested now in the attention she was receiving. She peeked out from under the hood. That was all the encouragement Paul needed. He greedily sucked the clit into his mouth and began to suck and nibble her. Above him, he felt Sara begin to enjoy the sensation. She started to ride his face and use his nose to provide extra stimulation.
Sara bucked wildly as the first indications of her orgasm built. Her breathing became ragged, she lifted herself off Paul's face and dropped back down onto it. Paul extended his tongue to allow Sara to use it to penetrate herself a few times before she settled back onto his face and allowed him to resume his clit pleasuring. She moaned softly.
"Do it!" she hissed, "fucking hell! Hurry up Get me off, you fucking biiitttchhhh! Aargh! Fuck, yes! Keep it there! Aargh. Oh fuck, that's good!"
She humped Paul's face and he was rewarded with a squirt of thick, hot cunt juice as she reached her orgasm. Frantically, he tried to swallow it all, but Sara's cunt was spraying cum like an unattended hose pipe. Her juices went everywhere, as she laid back and continued to thrust herself against Paul's nose and tongue.
When she'd finished, Paul's face resembled an over ripe tomato, red and shiny, but both he and his Mistress were delighted with how Saturday morning had begun. They both had all day to prepare for the party to which they had been invited, and in their own, very different ways, both were looking forward to the evening's events very much indeed.
Sara took Paul down to breakfast. She was dressed in a fitted T shirt that not only moulded to her body, but also emphasised the swell of her tits. She had slipped on a pair of cotton trousers too. Paul, as befitted his status, was naked, wearing only his cock lock. They walked hand in hand into the dining room.
The long table was set at one end with three places, but it wasn't the seating plan that caught their attention. At the other end of the table, John was lying on his back, his feet in the air, his legs resting on Denise's shoulders. She was positioned between his open legs and was pegging him with what looked like a horse-cock dildo.
"Good morning, my darling," she smiled at Sara, not breaking her rhythm.
"Sit yourself down, and ring the bell. C C will bring our breakfast in a minute. I'm just giving John his early morning pegging", she added rather unnecessarily.
Sara grinned. John was obviously enjoying his early morning ritual. His little cock was sticking up to the ceiling proudly. Sara pointed at it.
"Does that need any attention?" she asked.
"Paul isn't dressed yet, but he can adopt Paula mode whilst naked and suck that to completion if required."
"That's terribly sweet of you to offer," panted John, who seemed to be on the brink of shooting his bolt, if the amount of leaking pre-cum was anything to go by "but what's the point of us keeping C C if not to be a cum dump?"
"Mind you, " he continued somewhat breathlessly, "I would be obliged if you'd ring the bell for C C. I'm right on the edge here!"
Sara obliged her host, picking up the tiny bell and shaking it. No sooner had it started to tinkle when the door opened and a flustered CC hobbled in. His nipples were clamped flat by two clamps held on by a heavy chain, and he also wore a humbler, which caused him great discomfort as he walked.
Sara burst out laughing.
Denise explained that he had been tawdry getting to her in the night when she needed a piss, and she had almost wet the bed. She'd fitted the humbler and nipple clamps as soon as she'd emptied her bladder into her toilet slave, and they were all going to remain attached until C C had taken his 10 o'clock punishment.
"It isn't my place to interfere," Sara said with a smile, "but Paula will be dressed tonight, and will probably need to use her mouth several times, be it to suck cock, worship cunt, do clean up or just to kiss. I think some practice might be in order."
"And," she continued, "not to deprive C C of his morning protein, Paul could practice his snowballing technique after John has cum in his mouth. Does that sound feasible?"
Denise continued to peg John vigorously. She considered Sara's proposal, whilst her husband struggled not to cum as the massive horse-cock dildo stimulated his prostate.
"Get over here, Paula," she eventually instructed, "Master John needs his cock sucking."
"Don't swallow," she continued, pulling her massive horse-cock dildo out of her husband's arse, with a sound that resembled a wellington boot being extracted from a muddy puddle.
