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As I knelt there on the floor of Mistress Syn's dorm, the taste of my precum still fresh in my mouth, I wondered just how things could possibly get worse.
Honestly, after everything else that had happened, this really seemed to me like the peak of humiliation. Having Mistress Syn not only put my sweet classmate Jane through the very same ordeal she'd put me through was one thing, but being forced to listen to her fuck her while I wasn't even allowed to touch my cock? It seemed beyond cruel.
For the first few minutes after they'd gone into her bedroom, there was only the sound of Jane's footsteps and Mistress Syn's boot heels on the carpeted floor. Then came a few sounds I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I assumed were Mistress Syn getting ready to fuck Jane.
And then, just when I thought they were going to drag it out as long as they could, the creaking of bed-springs rose up and filled the air, followed by heavy breathing and the pounding of flesh on flesh. Even without seeing it myself, I knew what was going on just down the hall.
Mistress Syn was fucking Jane for all she was worth.
Outside of porn, as well as a very loud dorm neighbour I'd had in my first semester, I'd never had to other people having sex, and even then, had never truly realized just how humiliating it could be. Knowing that there were two beautiful women just down the hall having sex, and all I could do was listen to it? I felt so damn pathetic there weren't even words to describe it.
And still, through it all, my cock stood at attention. Loving every second of it.
The more I considered this, the more frightened I became as I realized how quickly Mistress Syn had taken control of me and my cock. The fact that something like this was more than enough to keep me both erect and on edge simply because she was involved? That was downright terrifying.
As the sounds grew louder, moans joined in, adding to the cacophony in the air, the soundtrack of my continued submission. Mistress Syn wasn't one to take her time it seemed- she was showing Jane, and by extension me, who was boss. And when those same moans became a scream, I knew the lesson had been learned by one of us.
But it was far from over.
Within seconds of the screams dying down, the bed-springs were moving again, and the whole ordeal started up once more. Mistress Syn wasn't giving Jane the chance to recover, instead doing exactly what she'd promised. Giving her a fucking I could only dream of giving either of them.
And knew I never would.
Even if my fortunes suddenly changed for the better, I knew I could never hope to satisfy either Mistress Syn or Jane.
The clock on the wall ticked by, eclipsed over and over by the sound of Jane's seemingly-endless climaxes. I lost count of how many orgasms Mistress Syn forced out of her, or how many she had herself simply from asserting her dominance over the other woman, but I knew they were both far more than I had ever given a woman. The cries and moans echoed out in my head, and I thought I would start to cry from the mix of them and my continued denial.
As the latest one subsided, however, I heard something else. The sound of Mistress Syn's boot heels on the carpeted floor of the bedroom heading towards the tiles of the hallway. She was coming for me, I was sure of that, but I still dared not look up to be sure.
Only when the sight of those boots plopped in front of my lowered head did I know for certain, and by then it was too late for me to do anything even if I'd wanted to.
Looking up, I noticed the sweat glistening off her body from the effort of continually fucking Jane, as well as the long, thick, black rubber phallus she'd used to do it. The strap-on was truly drenched, covered with Jane's juices as well as Mistress Syn's own, the entire thing a testament to just how many orgasms they'd each had.
My mouth watered at the sight of it, even though I knew I would never have the opportunity to taste them.
"Did you enjoy that Trinket?" She asked crudely, her lips smiling as wickedly as could be. "I hope so... Your little friend definitely did. That was probably the best fucking she's ever had."
I groaned, knowing she was likely right, as well as reading between the lines. She was reminding me, in no uncertain terms, that she was in charge, and that she had fucked Jane better than I could have even if I'd made it that far. It was cruel, it was emasculating, and it was one-hundred-percent true.
Had she only intended to reinforce that, it would have been enough to break me even more than I already was, but Mistress Syn was only getting started. "Well, the night is still young, and I have more planned for you. After all, you still need to learn your lesson, don't you Trinket?"
"Yes Mistress Syn," I uttered defeatedly, my head hung low as I tried to figure out what was left for her to do to me.
"Good boy... Follow me."
She headed back towards the bedroom, and for a moment I dared not move. After what had happened the last time I'd been in there, the idea of going back scared the shit out of me. Even so, I knew better than to keep her waiting, and quickly crawled on all fours into Mistress Syn's bedroom.
Once inside, I noticed Jane sprawled out on the bed. She too was glistening with a mix of sweat and her juices, face flush as she gasped for breath. Her pussy was beyond drenched, and I could see splashes of her cum all over the sheets. She'd certainly enjoyed herself.