Jordon was irritable for two days and two nights. For two nights she had gone to sleep in her bed and woke in her bed, no memory or signs of the dreams she had for ten nights in a row. Dreams of being in a cage, of being trained to submit to Mistress, a woman full of mystery for many reasons.
For ten nights she learned to avoid the punishments she earned by being ticked over being in a cage and talked to like she was an object, dismissed as too stupid to learn to obey, to learn to worship Mistress, the dark outline against the dark room.
For ten nights she dreamed she was in cage forced to be on all fours, wearing only a collar and wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. She slept in silk pajamas, but the dreams always had her nude. For ten nights she learned to stop being angry about being there, to learn to be respectful, to answer questions respectful and fully as desired by Mistress. For ten nights she learned to crawl properly when leashed, how much pain she could endure when in bondage.
For two nights in a row, the dream didn't appear. She woke, her body not showing any signs of the punishments or her knees aching from kneeling or crawling or her jaws aching from trying to suck on the largest black cock she ever saw. Then again, she never saw a real one even if some black men were interested in a rich white girl who loved to party rather than be responsible.
What shocked her was that she missed the dream. She did go online to get ideas of sucking cock, large cocks since the one they had her suck on was so thick she could barely breathe let alone swallow what was offered from it. She went on online to get ideas of how to improve her technique of licking the boots and high heels Mistress offered her to clean. She went online to see what else she could do when leashed by Mistress in case there was ways to improve.
She just didn't have the dream to see if what she read was an improvement, if what she read would make Mistress happy with the submissive slut crawling for her.
Jordon was already bored with the days learning how to run the family business while her parents were in Europe for three months for business, Jordon rather wanting to party than to learn boring figures about boring ideas about boring ways to improve the bottom line. The only bottom line Jordon had an interest in lately was when Mistress spanked her.
Jordon sighed as she climbed into her bed, covering herself with her quilt before drinking the hot cocoa on the nightstand. Ethel always had a warm cup for her since Jordon's childhood, the same as the first thing in the morning Ethel would be in to pick out an outfit for Jordon to wear since Jordon didn't care and usually wore something to piss off her teachers at the private school. Yes, there was a uniform requirement, Jordon not liking it, so Ethel always had to make sure the young Jordon was dressed at least somewhat appropriate before going to classes.
In Jordon's twenty-two years, she never thought about the fact Ethel was the first person she saw every morning and usually the last every night. The maid was always just there, sort of like the furniture, except the middle-aged black maid occasionally was uppity and needed to put into her proper place. Still, Jordon had no idea what she would do if Ethel didn't leave her the nightly cocoa or have an outfit for her each morning.
Jordon fell into a restless sleep, almost smiling when she woke to find herself in the iron cage, wearing her usual collar and cuffs, still the only light was the one above the cage so she couldn't see beyond a six feet lit circle. She discovered two pairs of high heels, black of course, in the corner of the cage. She peered at them, noticed they were all slightly dirty and with a sniff, it smelled like they were worn all day and freshly discarded. Jordon looked around, saw and heard nothing, so she picked up a heel to see how her new technique worked at cleaning the shoe.
She licked around the top, sucked in the toe to see the leather shinier, licked the sides, sucked on the four-inch heel like a cock, just like the video online showed. When she was done her mouth was dry as she set it down by its mate which looked even dirtier by comparison. Working her mouth to draw up saliva, she picked up the mate to lick that clean as well.
Both heels were licked clean by the time Mistress arrived. Jordon had the two pairs sitting side by side, leather shining from her efforts, hoping for praise. There was none as Mistress undid the lock, opening the door for Jordon to crawl out to be leashed.
Like before, another Mistress followed, crop ready in case the stupid submissive did something dumb like tug on the leash or bump into Mistress herself. Jordon was careful, for touching Mistress without permission was already learned to be a no-no.
Like before, she was led to that massive black cock, proving this time she could go to the blue line until the water stopped and then the yellow line, drinking down the water while keeping her head still, using just her throat muscles. She was led to another area, the floor before them lighting up as they moved forward, the area behind going dark so she still saw nothing about the room other than the floor before her.
She was stood up, the leash in her lips as Mistress snapped the cuffs to the steel frame like before. She waited for the crop or lash, the usual result of being in this spread eagle position. Instead, she was offered another black cock to suck, this cock smaller than the one she had to suck from the floor.
"Suck the cock, stupid slut."
Jordon sucked, the water coming in as she did. She only then noticed a black tube from the back of the cock to the darkness outside the circle. She sucked more, no one telling her to stop. A chuckle came from her right, but the dark dressed Mistress there wasn't far enough forward for Jordon to see her.
"Look at it. What a whore."
"Maybe," said the Mistress who led her on the leash, "it just likes black cock."
"Most likely, it is a whore slut."
Jordon listened to them talk about her, only then realizing her body was getting warmer. She was ready to stop drinking from the cock if either was willing to ask but none did as her body got even warmer.
Mistress laughed.
"Look at it. Sucking like a pig with a trash pile."
A third Mistress laughed from somewhere off to the left..
"Seems like this whore slut is trying to prove it's a piggy spade lover."
Mistress removed the cock, Jordon swallowing, happy to have a break.
"What about it? Is this submissive slut a piggy spade lover?"
"Mistress, this submissive slut is what Mistress desires."
Jordon was slapped.
"No stupid responses, whore. Answer the question."
