The reactions to the first ten chapters of this fantasy have been interesting. I really appreciate the high scores. As for the discussions, or perhaps I should call them controversies, what can I say? First, I know a lot about Gorean culture, and it is totally nonconsensual and intense. Yes, it interests me, and if there was a Goreanland at Disney World, I would buy a year pass. But there is not, so like all women, I have fantasies and those are in the story.
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Even in the best of times, Sydney hated to wake up early to an alarm. And these were the worst of times.
She had no memory of setting the alarm for 6:30 a.m., so it must have been Kira.
Groggy, she rolled to the side to hit the snooze button, but her legs would not move. 'What the...' she thought. Lifting her head and propping herself up with on her elbows, flipping the covers to the side, she could see that her ankles had been tied to the bed posts, as they had been yesterday when she serviced Nicole with her tongue. Was that only yesterday? Less than 24 hours? Like many half-asleep memories, it could have been hours ago, or days ago.
She managed to hit the snooze, giving herself an extra 9 minutes, and flopped back. It seemed she could have released her ankles since it was merely rope, but she had no energy to do so. And besides, having her legs spread wide felt good. She smiled at that thought, thinking 'what a slut.' She remembered Kira tying her ankles last night, to 'practice sleeping with your legs spread and pussy available to your Master or your Mistress.' Kira also gave her permission to release her ankles if she needed to pee or when she got up.
So good. She mindlessly twirled her nipple rings. Truth be told, she was pleased her HCH piercing was healing nicely, but it was not giving her the stimulation she hoped. Maybe Master only wished to decorate his slave, not turn her into a wanton slut. If she had not been so stressed by the entire affair, from her hijacked computer files to being a slut and a slave to Kira's whims, she would be cumming numerous times a day. She twisted her nipple rings and sighed, knowing her pussy was getting very wet. Every time Kira sprayed the solution on her piercings, Sydney had to quell her intensifying needs.
Yesterday slowly came into focus, when Nicole and she had cum at the same time in this very bed. The restaurant came to mind, and she shivered thinking of the image she projected, a collared, pierced, submissive slave to two Mistresses. She was still not sure if Nicole was actually on her side and willing to help, or not. What had the waitress thought when she saw the wet spot on her chair, the result of her pussy secreting throughout the meal and wearing no panties to absorb the juices? 'What a slut.'
When Kira and Sydney had returned to their apartment, Sydney was ordered to strip. That was not unexpected, but Kira did the same. Mistress and slave, both naked for the first time outside the shower. It seemed natural at this point. Kira told Sydney she was going to "work off all that greasy satay" she had eaten. In fact, it was only an appetizer, each skewer dipped in her pussy prior to eating it. She never wanted to see another glass of Thai iced tea again. The workout consisted of Sydney on all fours, anal hooked and leashed, being led around the apartment for numerous circuits, each time reprimanded by Kira if her posture was anything but perfect, and enticing. The wand was a constant reminder to concentrate. Kira had to admit that the way Sydney swayed her ass was...indeed, enticing.
Kira had not gagged her, which was a positive, but instead had ordered her to keep her mouth open and her tongue out, a panting bitch in heat.
"Mistress, please, your slave has at least one hour of homework to prepare for tomorrow," Sydney begged, as the clock neared 9 pm and Kira was in the process of removing the anal hook.
"Priorities, slave. Yes, Master expects you to keep up your studies, but he also expects you to be able to take the longest dildo by Friday evening. When you can take that, then you can get back to your homework."
There was no point in arguing. This Sydney had learned for certain. Placed in nadu, she waited for Kira to set up the four dildos around the apartment. The smallest, which was now quite easy for Sydney, was once again suctioned to the mirror on the floor, the 7-incher to the stool, the next largest to a different stool and for the first time, the 9-inch dildo appeared, this time suctioned to the refrigerator.
Once they were all placed, Kira turned and said, "Ok, let's work our way up and see how it goes. Get started slave, on all fours, start with the one on the mirror.
Sydney walked in bitch-mode to the mirror, slowly lowered her head, and with ease took the dildo into her throat, holding it for a solid 30 seconds. When she lifted herself off the phallus, she expected to move on to the next, but instead Kira was down on the floor and in her face. "What the fuck was that? Any fucktoy can open a hole and take a cock, but you know Master expects enthusiasm and enticement! Do it again!"
'Yes,' Sydney realized, she had just wanted to get it over with and had performed without emotion. The next time she showed the effort of a starving slut, her head bobbing and weaving, her tongue caressing, salivating, and inch by inch moaning in lust and need. Not just want, but need! This was not a rubber cock, it was her Master's and he deserved no less.
After performing for several minutes, she eventually found herself with the entire 6-inch buried in her mouth and throat and held it as long as possible. If she expected praise, that was not to be. "Ok, next, stand up, hands behind your back, same effort," Kira commanded.
Sydney moved to the 7-inch cock on the stool, remembering the first time she tried, with Kira's juices coating the dildo. And the second time when she was leashed to the door knob. Once again, she started slowly and lovingly, confident that she could handle this one almost as easily as the smaller one she had just conquered.
As she performed to the demanding expectations, she looked to the side using her peripheral vision. Kira was huffing and groaning, impaling herself on the 8-inch phallus! "Fuck, fuck," she panted, up and down until an orgasm cascaded. By then, Sydney had conquered the 7-incher. Kira lifted herself from the 8-inch cock, and simply pointed at it, unable to utter a command.
Sydney glided to the next stool and looked at the newly-coated dildo. She already knew how it would taste and actually looked forward to it. Kira's juices were truly nectars from the goddess. Kira stood to the side, in a half-daze.
She had never conquered this cock, and yet she knew she must and that there was still one longer to go. She slurped Kira's juices, wanting every drop, inch by inch taking the dildo deeper. The gag reflex arrived far too soon and she had to fight the temptation to give up. 'No," she thought, 'I won't stop, I can do this.' It was not about avoiding punishment, but of pleasing Kira. She was no longer fighting against her enslavement, she was pushing herself to excel. This was the mentality of an Asian high-achiever, to never give up.
Try as she might, she could not press her lips to the stool, she could not take the entire 8-inches. Up and down she went, bobbing and expectorating, slurping at her own saliva, Kira's juices long gone. She sensed movement, then felt Kira's hand gripping the back of her neck. 'Please,' she silently begged, 'don't push me down on this cock! I will choke!'
