Valued readers,
First of all, I am sorry that it has taken so long to get this chapter up. I appreciate the emails that have been sent asking for more, but sometimes non-Literotica life gets a bit too hectic. I hope it is worth the wait.
Second, though I am not a particular fan of scat porn, there were a lot of requests for it in this series. I included it here to oblige some readers. If you are not a fan (as I am not), you should still enjoy this chapter. It only arises at the very end of the chapter, and is easily avoided if you choose to skip it.
Third and finally, please keep the feedback coming, either for this story line, one of my others, or one that you would hope to see. I enjoy communicating with readers. It is the best part of writing for this site.
Without further ado...
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Danielle did not reply. She was too stunned to think.
"Come on now, bitch, we know you're not shy."
They each grabbed an arm and pulled Danielle out of the hallway.
"No," Danielle whispered, unable to muster anything except for her most base response to this situation. She saw Russell arise from his chair and approach her.
"Did you have a good time at the spa, pet?"
The girls snickered at his name for her.
"Yes, Russell, but please..."
"Uh, uh, uh," Russell cut her off. "What's my name?"
"Master, sir, sorry," Danielle confessed. The girls snickered again.
"There are no buts, slave. You were very obedient on the boardwalk and the beach, and you were rewarded. But you strayed from my command this morning at the restaurant, and you need to be punished."
"Master, please. Punish me yourself."
"Slave, I am going to do you the courtesy of offering advice. These girls are not to be fucked with. I am giving them the full use of all of our toys tonight, and they will use them if you disobey.
Look," he said as he turned her towards the other side of the bed. On the floor was his full arsenal of sex gear. Paddles, whips, dildos, strap-ons, clamps, chains, candles...all neatly laid out so they would be easy to find in a hurry.
"These are two, tough dykes. You can play nice, and probably enjoy yourself, or you can resist and suffer. I will be in the chair enjoying myself either way."
The hispanic girl wrapped her arms over Danielle's shoulders from behind and grabbed the collar of her robe. She pulled it open and let it fall to the floor, and Danielle's hopes came crashing down with it.
She stood there in peace for a moment of brevity, looking like Venus. Her pristine form, post-spa, was about as close to perfection as the female body can be.
The black girl put the palm of her hand against Danielle's stomach gently. Danielle remained silent as the girl lowered her fingers to just above Danielle's bald pussy. She removed her entire hand except for the fingernail of her middle finger, and slowly walked a circle around Danielle. Danielle felt goosebumps arising on her hips as the nail traced a thin line around her midsection. She closed her eyes as the black girl came back into view, standing shoulder to shoulder with the hispanic girl in front of her.
"Damn, girl," she said. "I got to admit you got one hell of a body."
Danielle remained silent.
"What do you say when someone pays you a compliment, slave?" the Hispanic girl asked.
"Thank you," Danielle said under her breath, keeping her eyes closed.
The hispanic girl grabbed Danielle's left nipple and pinched it hard.
"You better answer loudly and clearly, slave. Tamika does not have much patience."
"Aiiiieeeee...Thank you, Tamika," Danielle said more audibly, though through the clenched teeth as she grimaced in pain. Her eyes shot open involuntarily.
"You're welcome, slave, but let that be the last time you use my name. Maria can call me Tamika, and I can call her Maria, but you are to call both of us Mistress."
"I understand," said Danielle.
Maria grabbed the note pad and pen off the desk and drew three straight lines on it. She then turned it towards Danielle, who observed twenty-three lines: four pre-existing sets of four vertical marks stricken by a diagonal line, plus the three new lines.
"Each of these represents the number of times you get spanked tonight, slut," Maria offered as explanation. "Ten for disobeying your master this morning. Ten for being a rude, inconsiderate little cunt to Tamika and myself at the beach, and three so far for not replying appropriately to Tamika's compliment. Do you understand?"
Danielle nodded silently.
"Obviously, you don't," said Maria, writing two more lines on the tab.
"I understand, mistress," Danielle quickly said before she added any more.
"What do you think, Maria. This is one beautiful slab of meat we get to play with."
"Yeah," Maria answered. "I bet she looks even better on her knees."
Danielle wasn't sure if this was a command, or if the official command had yet to come, but she decided to sink to her knees anyway. She was eye-level with their leather garters, and could sense that there were no panties beneath.
"Well, well, well," Tamika said. "We have a fast learner, don't we?" She walked behind Danielle and put her hand on the back of her neck. "Put your chest to the ground, with your mouth on your mistress's toe." Maria put out her bare foot, giving Danielle a target.
Danielle leaned forward, feeling her erect nipples brush against the carpet as her lips landed on Maria's left big toe.
"You owe my girl an apology for what you did at the beach today, slave. You are going to kiss your way up her left leg, then down her right leg. Five kisses each. With each kiss, I will be administering one smack on your ass. You will thank me after each slap."
There were tears welling in Danielle's eyes as she offered her mandatory response. These girls were going to degrade her all night, and if she committed any missteps, they would cause her great pain. They were driven not only by their enjoyment of the dom/sub game, but by revenge. She kissed Maria's big toe.
Tamika struck her left ass check with a vengeful blow.
"Ahhh!" The scream lurched from Danielle's throat. "Thank you, Mistress!"
