Inevitably to two bound slaves faces show fear, and she pauses to enjoy it before continuing, "And we've had an epic idea." That only makes the pair more apprehensive, and she milks it further, stroking their faces, "You should be grateful that we think of ways to keep you two worthless sluts amused."
Their pitiful attempts to feign gratitude are things of beauty, "Do you want to know what it is?"
She allows herself to smile in response to their stammered, Yes pleases, "Do you really want me to tell you?"
They don't, rather, they don't want whatever it is to happen, but the pleadingly insist that they do.
"Say pretty please."
The baby talk is another thing she's found that presses their humiliation buttons, so she forces them to use that too, and plays with Dorn's aching adult cock as he begs.
"Whichever of you services most cocks and pussies to the satisfaction of their owners during the party gets to cum every day for a week." She beams delightedly at them, "Aren't you going to thank me?"
Of course, they do, they fawn with gratitude, and Dorn's cock surges in her grip at the idea, but the two know well that Lana doesn't give anything for free...
"Are you curious what we've decided the loser's reward will be?"
Their faces and words contrast amusingly once again, and she transfers her attention and her touch to Adriene, "Whoever satisfies fewer of our guests will get to spend some time in the punishment frame." she can't help it; they both respond but the war in the girl slave's eyes when she talks about torture is captivating.
"We tried to decide how long would be appropriate, but we couldn't agree, Jerral said he thought thirty minutes would be long enough, but I know..." she draws out the word as her hands caress Adriene's deliciously responsive breasts, "It takes you nearer to an hour to get into your happy place." She leans close, and touches her lips to Adriene's neck and influenced by the thought of her slave drifting in subspace, she lets one hand surrender to the siren call of the naked girl's needy opening and finds it as well receptive as she expects, "So, we came to a compromise," Adriene let's out a shuddering breath as her mistress draws her fingers slowly out and along her folds until they sandwich her hood and the little gem it hides, "And we're going to toss a coin."
She looks from one to the other reading their responses to the prospect of spending thirty or sixty minutes in the punishment frame every day for a week having done nothing wrong. The sight is so delightful that she can't hold back from plunging her fingers back into Adriene's body and kissing lips until her slave moans.
Having taken Adriene close, she draws back then and presents her wet fingers to Dorn's mouth. He welcomes them greedily, sensually, his lips and tongue treating the invading digits as reverently as they have been trained to worship a master's cock. Lana pumps his cock with her other hand and lets him suck for a while, just not so long that his mouth will no longer taste of his fellow slave's sex before pulling her wet fingers from his mouth and drawing his head down and him into a passionate kiss.
She kisses him long and deeply drawing pleasure as she continues to works the familiar hardness of his cock, and she listens and feels all the while for the tell-tale sighs...
Slaves, she has realised are so much better than casual lovers or even formal ones, so easy to read, so much time to learn their responses, and so much pleasure to be had in enjoying them in the thousand ways only a slave is available to enjoy...
When she feels his cock tighten, she stops pumping, though she continues the kiss for long enough to taste his disappointment before pulling back. "If you could see the look in your eyes!" She taps the end of his nose with a finger in admonishment, "You know you don't have a right to cum even if I do love having you." And she slowly draws his foreskin back and looks down, as she'd hoped, there's a glistening on his cock's head. Another slow pump brings more of the clear salty sweetness to its tiny lips and she scoops this up with a finger which she then tastes while looking him in to eyes before laughing and moving back to Adriene. This time it is mistress kissing the taste of sex into her slave's mouth, but it doesn't matter, it's just as deliciously hot.
She kisses until Adriene swoons, and on until her own need become too intense. Only then does she pull back.
It takes a moment for her to control her breathing and reset herself to resume the game, "Do you want to know about the coin?" They don't but they do, and it isn't is they have the freedom to choose not to ask, so they ask, and after her use of them their voices are thick with sexual need.
"If the loser guesses wrong, then you each spend an hour in the frame, and if they guess right, they spend two hours." She beams, "Wonderful, isn't it?" They clearly don't think it's wonderful, but when she adds, "Now, you can thank me by giving me the best orgasm ever." They meekly follow her to her bed, tenderly undress her and set themselves and their training to work.
There are terrors in their slavery, but their inductions into slavery showed both that there are far worse fates than belonging to Lana, and even the dead would acknowledge that there are far worse experiences than pleasuring her. Of course, among those experiences are the many and various consequences of failing to pleasure her, nonetheless...
Lana allows her slaves to lower her onto the bed, relaxes and anticipates. Their four deft hands, two skilled mouths, two lean, athletic bodies a thick, well-trained cock and a warm, snug and ever welcoming pussy together with the heads of long this soft hair are more than adequate tools to take a woman to nirvana...
Oh, the joys of having the house and both slaves to herself for so long...
"You have two hours to thank me sufficiently, or I'll have to punish you..." regrettably she knows that there's no chance of her getting to punish them for such a failure, but imagining the prospect is...
