I felt a little bad about deceiving Sara Jane like I did. She had mentioned once how she really did not like her colleague, Marie. For me to team up with Marie and use Sara Jane like we did was pretty wicked, even for me! But knowing Sara, deep down, she probably loved being used by that big, black, cock in the back of an Uber!
As Sara Jane stood in my foyer, totally disheveled from her recent fucking, she looked so beautiful, yet fragile and helpless. A lost lamb being led to the slaughter. Her nipples betrayed her; they were erect for the second time today! Little did she know, her evening was far from over!
Jillian walked up to Sara, took the things from her hands, and fastened a leather collar around her neck. The black, studded collar had a ring to attach a leash, which is exactly what Jillian did next.
"Nice of you to expose your tits like that Sara Jane, you obviously remembered how much I love tits; especially young, innocent tits like yours," Jillian said in a sultry voice. "I would say we need to clean you up, but that would just be a waste of time. I guess having cum running down your legs is appropriate for a whore like you, don't you think?"
Sara had been staring at the floor, hands submissively clasped behind her back. She apparently didn't respond to Jillian fast enough. Whack! The wooden ruler made solid contact with Sara's right tit! Sara recoiled at the sudden, sharp slap to her sensitive tit.
"I asked you a question whore!" Jillian said in a demanding tone.
"Yes Ma'am, it's appropriate for cum to be running down my leg," Sara said in a whimper.
"And why is it appropriate Sara?"
"Because I'm a whore."
"A black cock whore to be specific," Jillian added.
I smiled; this was going to be a fun show. Jillian tugged on the leash and led Sara Jane toward the stairs. As I headed to the kitchen to mix myself a vodka tonic, I heard the lovely sound of high heels clicking on my tile floor. I felt stirrings in my cock and smiled again.
Jillian called out to me, "I'm taking the whore upstairs to the playroom for her training session. Come on up!"
My upstairs bondage playroom was still a work in progress, but it was slowly coming together. It would have to do for now. I made my drink and walked up the stairs.
Sara stood in the middle of the room. Jillian had the lights down low, except for a bright spotlight shining right over Sara's head. The bright light made it difficult for Sara to see what was happening in the room, almost like being on stage and trying to see the audience. Jillian had attached the handle end of Sara's leash to a nearby hook. She retrieved a pair of scissors from a nearby table and proceeded to cut the remnants of Sara's top off of her. Sara merely stood there with her submissive stare that was now becoming so familiar. I settled into my easy chair to watch as I sipped my drink.
Jillian then walked behind Sara and unzipped her mini skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her pretty ankles.
"Step out of your skirt and kick it aside Sara," Jillian directed.
Sara immediately complied. Damn she looked hot right now! Sheer to the waist pantyhose (albeit with a run in one leg!) and her five inch snakeskin pumps, nothing else. My cock was getting hard.
While Jillian was behind Sara, she reached up and undid her hair, removing what was left of her french twist. Her pretty blonde hair fell around her shoulders and face, still disheveled, but very sexy! Almost lovingly, Jillian gently brushed Sara's hair out of her eyes.
Whack! Jillian slapped Sara across the face! There was nothing gentle about this!
"When I do something nice for you cunt, you should thank me, don't you think?"
"Yes Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."
Jillian next fastened Sara's hands behind her back with some leather cuffs. She took a leather strap and pulled Sara's arms together, fastening the upper arms together behind her back with the strap. This caused Sara's chest to stick out and her tits to protrude further than they normally do; exposed for whatever Jillian had in store for them! Like a good submissive cunt, Sara continued to stare at the floor, not daring to make eye contact with her Mistress.
Jillian took a spreader bar from the wall rack.
"Spread your legs whore."
Jillian knelt and attached the ankle cuff on one end of the spreader bar to Sara's ankle, then repeated the procedure for her other ankle. Sara's legs were now forced about three feet apart, her shaved cunt clearly visible through the sheer nylon.
Jillian stood back and surveyed her prey.
"Your Daddy asked me here tonight to help train and discipline you Sara. He told me that you are particularly interested in being 'trained and owned'. He owns you now, I hope you understand that. You are not your own person any longer, you belong to him, you are his property. Do you understand that Sara?"
"Yes Ma'am, I do."
"As for the training part, that's where I come in, at least for tonight and maybe longer. Your Daddy tested you this evening, and you failed that test. He tempted you with a large, black, cock. And, like the whore you are, you couldn't resist it, could you Sara?"
"No Miss Jillian, I couldn't."
"How many cocks did you suck this evening Sara?"
