Jodie sat down on a corner of the chaise and looked down at the bound figure of Miss White. On the whole she did not appear to be in such bad shape — parts of her body were glowing red, but the skin had not been broken. Jodie screwed the cap off the jar, took a big handful of cream, and began to rub it into the most afflicted areas.
Miss White sighed with relief. "Thanks," she said quietly, and smiled weakly. Jodie glanced at the older woman's face, then quickly looked away — tears had formed in the corners of Miss White's eyes, something that Jodie simply could not stand to see.
Rolling on to her side, Miss White asked Jodie, "Could you get these clamps off?"
Jodie hesitated. Could this be included under the directive to "soothe"? Looking at the direction in which the Dean had departed, she stuttered, "I'm... uh... not sure if I'm supposed to."
Miss White swore under her breath. Jodie's submissiveness was a double-edged sword, and in this moment she was more afraid of the Dean than of Miss White. Which was only natural, she reminded herself — the Dean was in charge here, while Miss White was bound and helpless, in no position to be giving orders or dealing out punishment. She decided to let it go; she and Jodie would sort things out when this was over.
When the Dean returned she was wearing the hugest strap-on Miss White had ever laid eyes on, a thick black monster with a bulbous mushroom head. She'd seen bigger ones in porn, but those had always seemed like jokes, while this one was deadly serious; it loomed larger with every step the Dean took in her direction. Miss White felt a knot in her stomach as the Dean came closer and the dildo's single eye winked at her ominously.
Sinking to one knee in front of the chaise, the Dean used the chain between Miss White's nipple clamps to pull her closer. "Open wide, Alexis," she said.
Miss White took a deep breath and obeyed. What was the point in resisting? She tried to relax as the massive head pushed into her mouth — it barely fit, even with her jaws stretched as wide as they'd go.
Jodie watched, fascinated, as more and more of the strap-on disappeared into Miss White's mouth. The head was the thickest part, so by relaxing her throat she was able to take down an impressive amount of the shaft — not all of it, but most — before starting to gag. When she did the Dean pushed just a little bit farther in, enjoying the look of wide-eyed panic that flitted across Miss White's face, before starting to ease out. There was nothing sexy about somebody throwing up.
The Dean fucked Miss White's mouth both tenderly and brutally as her right hand trailed down the bound woman's belly, through her pubic hair, and across her thighs. Miss White tried to move so that her pussy would touch the Dean's hand, but the Dean was having none of it; she simply toyed and teased, further increasing the heat in Miss White's already-inflamed nether regions.
Jodie could sense Miss White's need, and would have loved nothing more than to drop her head down between her mistress's legs and go to work. Certainly that was what Miss White would have wanted; but at the moment neither Miss White's desires or her own were paramount, so she held back.
Dean Wilkins took great delight in watching the giant dildo move in and out of Miss White's mouth, but also felt a certain sense of yearning. She enjoyed being a woman, and certainly had no desire to be a man; but still she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to feel the warm wetness of a woman's mouth engulfing her cock, then to fill that mouth with semen. She imagined herself dripping a trail of cum across Miss White's lips, chin, and chest, then ordering Jodie to lick it off.
At that moment the Dean was surprised by a spontaneous orgasm, triggered partly by the friction of the harness on her clit, but mostly by her fantasy. When she pulled out of Miss White's mouth she half-expected to leave a drizzle of spunk, but of course there was nothing there.
