(C) 2005 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile.
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I let out an approving moan, my mouth prised open with a dental retractor. One of my mistress's other slaves was enthusiastically flicking her tongue against my nipple. Part of me wanted to pull away, but I didn't. Sweet Cunt, our mistress named her. It was tattooed on her bare mons venus. Mine still reads "Complete Slut." I guess I never thought she'd leave me - this was only a few months into our relationship - and my new mistress thinks it suits me anyway. It looks like it'll be my name for life at this rate.
At the time, I guess Sweet Cunt and I were both living up to our names. I'd been caught going down on her the day before, and this was our punishment, or whatever it was. I knew I wasn't allowed to eat out my mistress's other slaves, but I couldn't help myself. She kept us all in a constant state of arousal. When I saw Sweet Cunt grinning at me in that way that only she could, I couldn't take it any more. You'd understand if you ever met her. Her whole face would light up. She had the most beautiful face, from her long, curly, auburn hair to the freckles on her cheeks. How was I supposed to resist that?
As Sweet Cunt went back to circling her tongue around my areola, I moaned again, trying to get just a little bit closer, but I couldn't. We were dressed and restrained exactly the same as each other: dental retractors forced our drooling mouths open; garter belts wrapped around our hips; stockings encasing our legs and boots with impossibly high heels made our feet ache. Between the heels and Sweet Cunt's tongue, I was having a hard enough time just keeping my balance.
Our outfits were completed by our single sleeves. The D-rings at their ends were padlocked to separate chains, tethering us to ceiling hooks that were slightly too far apart. I couldn't get the sound of the rattling metal out of my head, and if anything, it was turning me on even more. The chains were just long enough for us to lick each other's nipples or approximate kissing each other, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. In a way, that only made things harder.