I was fortunate that Charles let me down within an hour or so. In that time, I had a great deal of opportunity to think about how I got here. I realized that if I was going to survive, I was going to have to find a way to live with how my life had gotten completely out of control. It was a long night in bed, cradling my sore breasts in my arms.
The next day, Tuesday, I really hoped my Master would give me a day off. I needed it. Even putting on my sports bra to go to the gym was painful. The marks from the cane clearly showed on my tits, fortunately below the neckline. Fortunately, they were not heavy bruises, and should disappear quickly. One of the things about me is that I heal quickly.
I habitually work out in sports bra and shorts or yoga pants sets, without a t-shirt over it. I always used to like the looks I got from the guys at the gym. My 34Gs look awesome in just a sports bra. Now I wonder each day if one of them is my mysterious Master.
Today I tried to stick to weights, so as not to move my breasts too much. It was a good workout, leaving me tired. Heading home, I feared what was going to happen after my shower. Almost always, that was when my Master asserted his control over me.
Coming out of the bathroom, I heard his voice from the speaker, as always. "Present yourself." Getting up on the bed, nude, as required, I knelt in place. It was at least fifteen minutes before my Master spoke again.
"I like the cane marks. I suspect from the way you were screaming that the caning was very painful. Was it?" There was only one reply possible. "Yes, Master." His response was unexpected: "I wonder if this will be more painful to you." There was about a minute of silence, making me wonder what he meant. Then the speaker in the spy camera began to speak again, for the first time in a different voice.
At first, all I could hear was the sound of a woman screaming. Whoever she was, the sound she was making was horrifying. It was clear the woman was in intense pain. There was also a strange buzzing noise in the background. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. After a minute, the sound stopped, and so did the screaming. I could hear the woman, whoever she was, breathing hard.
A moment later, I heard a my Master's voice. "Will you fail me again?" Then the woman spoke. "No, Master." I knew that voice. It was Annmarie. He was letting me know that he had punished Annmarie for my failure yesterday. It came crashing in on me that I had caused her to suffer such agony. The shame of what I had done, and had failed to do, was almost unbearable.
In response, the buzzing sound began again, immediately followed by Annmarie's screams of pain. She clearly was being punished by our Master, but I didn't know how. This lasted another minute or so, as I knelt there, crying for the pain I had caused her to endure.
The speaker went silent again for several minutes. I knelt on the bed, tears rolling down my face as I thought about how Annmarie had been a victim of my pride, my inability to control myself and do as I had been commanded. It hurt more for me to think about how she had suffered at least as badly as I had. I had no idea what our Master had done to her, only that it clearly was incredibly painful.
After at least a half an hour of silence, I finally heard my Master again. "Go about your day." At least I had an easier day today. I had gotten used to being nude around the house, which was oddly liberating, so the day went by as quietly as possible. Charles caused me no trouble either, a fact for which I was grateful.
But it was only one day. Wednesday morning, at my usual presentment, I was summoned to the apartment. I wondered as I got dressed and walked to my car who I would find when I arrived this time.
I had noticed this morning that the cane marks were gone. While my tits were not completely normal, they were not in pain anymore, either. For this I was grateful. I didn't think I could perform for anyone the way my breasts felt yesterday.
Entering the condo, I noticed immediately that one of the clothes bins was closed, with the red light on. I was fairly certain that this meant I was not alone, and likely my companion was another slave. A quick glance down the hall revealed that the bedroom door was closed. With the usual command given to strip, I went to the bin, took off everything but my heels and jewelry, as always, then walked as directed to the bedroom door.
As I approached, I heard the lock click open. Pushing on the panel, it opened to reveal Annmarie laying on the bed, waiting for me. As I expected, she was nude, except for her heels, some pretty dangling diamond earrings, and a gold necklace. I couldn't see any obvious places on her body where she had been punished. She was smiling, but still with that sad look in her eyes.
I stood there a moment, trying to decide what to do. I had resolved that I was going to go through with this, but I didn't know how to even get started. Annmarie solved that for me, saying, "Come here, my love, and lay down with me." That gave me an idea on what to do.
I walked the few steps to this huge California king bed, then climbed up on the end. I crawled down its length, with my 34Gs hanging beneath me. When I got to Annmarie, I kept myself above her, looking down at her beautiful body as I passed above her, allowing my blonde locks to drag along her skin. Reaching her face, propped up on the pillows, I crawled just a little bit more, until my tits were hanging directly before her. Doing exactly what I expected, Annmarie reached up, pulled my left breast toward her, and began to suck on my nipple, while working the other nipple with her fingers.
I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and began to moan. My nipples are not as sensitive as they were before the implants, but they still are very sensitive (another reason the clamps hurt so much!). I let her work on my tits for several minutes, to get me wound up. I needed to feel good enough to make the next move.
Normally I am all about going slow, but this time, I knew I had to move as fast as I could. I took several deep breaths, then pushed myself off, sliding down the bed. In just a moment, I had my head buried between Annmarie's legs, my tongue out, lapping at her clit. It took me a few seconds after I got there to realize I would get a better angle by putting my arms under her legs. As soon as I did that, she started squirming, making it clear to me that I had here exactly where she needed to be.
I kept this simple. I kept my tongue below her clit, and just kept on it. As fast as I could, as hard as I could, doing everything I could to make her come. Her breathing came faster, then the moans began. After just a few minutes, I could tell Annmarie was about to come.
Suddenly, she arched her back, pulling herself up off the bed, screaming in orgasm. Annmarie tried to close her legs and pull herself away from me, but I had my arms hooked under her legs, so she couldn't move. I kept up with my tongue, harder and harder, while Annmarie continued to scream. She was trying to close her legs, putting a lot of force on the sides of my head, but I wouldn't let go. I wanted to do this right and give her a mind-blower. Her struggles against me went on for over half a minute until she finally managed to wriggle loose.
When she got free from my attentions, Annmarie fell back on the pillows, panting hard. She had clearly come so hard she had no concept of what to do next. I slid out from between her legs and snuggled up against her as she lay there, trying to get her breath. It was fun to have turned the tables. I was just so sorry she had to suffer first to get to this moment.
After several minutes to calm herself, Annmarie turned over to look at me. "Well, that was unexpected." I had to tell her, "I'm so sorry I hurt you. I didn't want that at all." She cut me off: "No. Don't say anything. It isn't your fault, and I can't say anything anyway." I didn't know what to say, it seemed like a rejection after I had overcome my weakness to save her more pain.
It must have shown on my face. "Dawn, it is all right. I went through the same transition. Understand, you are bisexual now. And I want you to understand something else..." She got quiet for a moment. "I love you."
Talk about having your world change. I really didn't know what to say. No woman had ever told me that before. In a moment, Annmarie was on top of me, French kissing me while her hands roamed all over my body. She was squeezing my breasts, running them through my hair, and licking my neck. This went on for several minutes before she finally went to work on my clit.
I should have expected it, but Annmarie tried to do the same thing I did, that is, not let go when I came. She locked her arms around my legs and kept going as hard as I could. It was like waves of pleasure crashing over me. I started screaming in excitement. If it was going to be like this every time, I might be able to get used to being with a woman.
Something also told me this couldn't last. I was going to have to pay for this eventually. I lay there with Annmarie for a few minutes before we heard our Master's voice. "Present yourselves." It felt strange as I knelt up on the bed with Annmarie next to me. I knew she was a slave like me, but to have another woman kneeling nude with you, when neither of you know your Master who had enslaved you to his will, is hard to understand.
"Dawn, you have done well. I am glad to see you accept your rightful place as a lesbian. Annmarie, I am glad to see no further encouragement is required. You know what to do." She replied, "Yes, Master."
I wondered what she was going to do. I watched as she got off the bed, leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips, whispering again, "I love you," then walked to the door. A moment later, the door snapped shut behind her. I knelt in silence, waiting.
