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A very special female submission episode, thanks to an exclusive story from N.T. Morley *and* exclusive, just-for-us images from my friends Ernest Greene and Nina Hartley's new movie, othepowerofsubmission.com. In Morley's story The New Fiancee, a bride-to-be undergoes a very intense and decadent examination and a lesson in submission at the hands of a powerful dominant woman, and her husband-to-be joins in the activities. The first-time girl-girl theme is really fun here, especially in a dominant/submissive context. This story is a little more master-slave than the stories I usually read on Open Source Sex, but it's a perfect fit for the very hot new Story of O movie "O The Power of Submission", which Ernest worked really hard on and is so excited about he sent me rough cuts from the film (!); check out the trailer on their site.



* This video version is also a textcast; click the center of your iPod's trackwheel to read the transcript of the story while the MP3 plays.

* There is an audio-only .MP3 version available in the previous post.



The New Fiancee

N.T. Morley


Meredith got home from work around midnight and discovered the beautiful woman sitting in the living room.


It took her a moment to register her surprise, especially given the casual comfort with which the woman sat on the couch sipping a glass of red wine. The woman, a strikingly tall and quite breathtaking ivory-skinned brunette, was very dressed up -- much like Meredith herself -- as if she were about to spend the night at the opera, or had just finished doing so. The woman's dress, floor-length and black, was slit on both sides almost up to her hips, revealing the full length of the woman's shapely legs. The dress was also low-cut and showed that the woman had quite ample endowments, quite perfect. Perhaps in her mid-thirties, the woman was strikingly beautiful, her jet-black hair and pale skin accenting her rather Nordic features.


"Hello," she said nervously.


"You must be Meredith," said the woman, without getting up. She looked Meredith over, quite blatantly, not even trying to disguise the up-and-down motion of her eyes that focused first on Meredith's face, then slid down her body, then slowly stroked upward to rest on the single slit in Meredith's dress -- not quite as high as that in the strange woman's dress, but more than revealing enough to show what shapely legs the girl had -- then continued up to take in the slight swell of Meredith's bust, as if exploring the way her satin dress revealed those small but perfect orbs. Meredith felt her face getting hot as the woman's eyes lingered over her breasts, then slowly rose to meet Meredith's gaze, fixing her with a hungry stare.


"I've heard a lot about you," said the woman.


"Ah, Meredith," said Adam, appearing from the kitchen with a Scotch in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. "We've been waiting for you." He topped off the woman's drink and sat down opposite her on the big white armchair, propping his feet on the coffee table quite indelicately and taking a sip of his Scotch.


"You remember me telling you about Yvanna, my ex-wife?"


Meredith gave a shiver.


"Please, Adam, former wife. Ex-wife sounds so unfriendly."


"We're anything but that, my dear," said Adam with a lustful glance at Yvanna. He then looked at Meredith with the kind of lascivious sense of ownership he always gave her when he knew he would soon prove just how profoundly he had his new fiancee under his control.


"With our wedding date set, I figured it was time for you and Yvanna to get... acquainted."


Again, Meredith shivered. She saw Yvanna's eyes flickering over her once more with the immodest gaze of the heartless seducer suddenly set loose upon an ingenue, and knew immediately what was to be expected of her.


As if to assert her independence, Meredith's eyes flickered quickly over Yvanna's, attempting to display the same kind of unrepentant randiness that the self-composed woman showed toward her. She could see the sensuous curves under the older woman's opera dress, could even see the firmness of her full breasts capped by hard nipples tenting the thin fabric of the black dress. Meredith let her eyes caress those perfect tits, knowing that within moments she would be called upon to touch them, kiss them, perhaps even suckle them, before being bidden to travel further into depravity and perform services foreign to her. She knew she would be expected to touch the woman lower down, between the slits of that dress and, without a doubt, underneath the dress itself. That, she could not even comprehend; her head spun at the very thought of it. It was all Meredith could do to look at the woman's breasts and know she would soon be touching them. But those bright green eyes of hers did not linger on Yvanna's ample tits; on the contrary, unable to keep up her facade of self-confidence, Meredith let her eyes drift upward to Yvanna's piercing, frosty blue orbs. With the gaze that met her there, Meredith whimpered softly and dropped her eyes submissively.


She could feel her nipples hardening under her dress, standing out plainly through the thin satin, as if advertising to the woman the effect she was having on Meredith.


"That's a very nice dress," said Yvanna with a smile, her eyes lingering on Meredith's chest. "I hear you're a hostess at a very chichi restaurant. I'm surprised they let you even wear a dress like that. Much less without a bra."


Meredith wanted very badly to cross her arms in front of her. Her arms even twitched involuntarily, as if seeking a chance to cover the poor girl's embarrassment. But Meredith did not let herself hide her breasts from Yvanna's devouring gaze. Adam had long since forbidden her that privilege. Instead, she stood there, her nipples hardening even more under Yvanna's stare, a quiver starting deep in her body as she nervously answered.


"Th -- thank you, Ma'am. The... the owner says it helps bring the customers in."


"The owner? Is he the one who told you it was all right to wear that dress without a bra?"


Meredith's face grew hotter as she blushed uncontrollably.


"Yes, Ma'am, but that's not why I wear it that way," said Meredith. "My Master told me to wear it this way."


"Adam, you dog. You're just like you always were. If anything, you're worse. Remember when you sent me to court wearing that see-through dress?"


"I remember," said Adam.


"And no bra or panties at all," Yvanna sighed, remembering. "I thought the judge was going to charge me with contempt. Luckily, he was a man of liberal tastes. Just a few moments alone in his chambers and I was back in the court's favors."


"You never told me that," Adam snapped.


"Mmmm, didn't I?" smiled Yvanna. "Yes, it was a striking example of judicial corruption, and quite a lot of fun. Lucky for me it's too late for you to punish me." Turning back to Meredith, Yvanna smiled and said "Adam used to send me all sorts of places without panties." She paused and smiled broadly at Meredith. "You are wearing panties, aren't you, dear?"


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith. "Just -- just a thong."


"A thong. Let me see, dear."


Meredith's eyes went to her Master, whether to check if it was all right or to beg not to do it. Adam didn't notice or care.


"My ex-wife and I are very close, darling. Show her your panties."


Meredith began to lift her dress, nervously feeling the satin bunch in her grasp. She brought the dress up to her waist, revealing her miniscule white lace thong, which barely covered her pussy and showed quite clearly that it was shaved smooth. The crotch of the garment was so small that Meredith's full pussy lips, now unaccountably swollen, squeezed around the sides, revealing the piercings Adam had placed there.


"Come here, darling. Let me have a closer look."


Meredith nervously walked to Yvanna's side, and with a glance at Adam, knew what was expected.


Meredith lifted her foot and placed her high-heeled shoe on the coffee table, leaving her legs spread.


"My, my," Yvanna said, reaching out to stroke the moist crotch of the thong. Meredith stifled a whimper as Yvanna touched her. "Such pretty things you buy your slaves nowadays, Adam. And such pretty jewelry." Yvanna's long, slender fingers slid under the crotch of the thong and teased Meredith's pierced lips apart. Meredith gasped and let out a long, low moan as Yvanna slid two fingers into her. Meredith struggled to remain standing, knowing that to fail to do so would bring punishment. Perhaps a spanking, or worse.


Meredith could not bear the thought of being punished in front of her Master's ex-wife.


"She's soaking, darling. She's positively gushing. She's your own little blonde tsunami. Adam, is she more of an exhibitionist than I was? Does showing her tits off all night turn your little slave on this much?"


"I don't know," chuckled Adam. "Ask her."


Yvanna's eyes locked in Meredith's, and the older woman's two fingers slid deeper in, her thumb teasing the swollen nub of Meredith's pierced clitoris. Meredith let out a faint whine and bit her red-painted lip as she tried to stay standing.


"Does it, Meredith? Does it turn you on to show the customers your tits?"


Yvanna's thumb pressed firmly on Meredith's ringed clit, and Meredith bit her lip so hard that for a moment she thought she might have drawn blood.


She took a deep breath and managed to speak.


"Yes, Ma'am. It does turn me on. But that's not why I'm wet."


"Then why are you wet, darling?"


Meredith had had the best intentions of confessing it, knowing that no show of coyness would get her out of the evening's expected services. But now, she found her throat closing with embarrassment. Her face turned deep red, suddenly so hot that she felt she might pass out.


Yvanna chuckled.


"I know why you're wet, dear," said Yvanna. "It's because you know I'm going to fuck you. And you've never been with a woman before."


Meredith whimpered as Yvanna's fingers slid in and out of her cunt. It was the first time she'd ever been touched like that by a woman -- the first time a woman had touched her there at all.


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith breathlessly.


Yvanna's hand came out of Meredith's cunt, and the younger woman let go of her dress, feeling the satin snake its way down her legs as Yvanna reached up to touch Meredith's face. Taller than Meredith by six or eight inches, Yvanna found it easy to reach Meredith's mouth with her fingers -- but Meredith, well trained, still leaned down to make it easier on her. Meredith obediently parted her lips and accepted Yvanna's slick fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. She had done it so many times -- been trained to do it -- that it was second nature to her. But the taste of her cunt had always come to her ripe and fresh via Adam's body -- his fingers, his tongue, even his cock.


Never on a woman's fingers. But Meredith licked, hungrily, the taste of her own pussy sending tingles of electricity down into her body.


Yvanna's fingers came out of Meredith's suckling mouth glistening with spittle.


"There's no point in being a flirt about it, then," said Yvanna, her voice suddenly filled with command. "Take off your dress."


Meredith began to turn toward Adam, but stopped when Yvanna's harsh voice snapped "Meredith!" Meredith turned back to Yvanna, shocked, and the brunette's cold eyes froze Meredith to the bone.


"You've been given to me," she said. "If Adam wants to stop me, he will. For now, you do exactly what I tell you to do. And don't look to him for advice."


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," Meredith whimpered.


"Now take off your dress before I take it off for you," said Yvanna.


Meredith felt a little quiver go through her at the harsh sound in Yvanna's voice. She had heard that same harshness many times in the voice of her Master, and it never failed to make her desperate to please him.


Meredith took her foot off the coffee table and turned more fully to face Yvanna.


Meredith's hands quivered as she reached up to the left strap of her dress and gently eased it over her shoulder. So insubstantial was the dress that one side of it immediately fell away, revealing Meredith's bare left breast with its firm, pink nipple plainly erect from arousal. Hesitating only slightly, Meredith eased the other strap off her shoulder, and the dress went sliding down to her waist, revealing both small, perfect breasts.


Meredith wriggled her hips, pushing the dress down over them. It slid down her thighs and pooled around her high-heeled shoes. Meredith obediently stepped out of the dress, now naked except for her shoes and the quite-soaked thong.


"Lovely tits," said Yvanna. "Quite a nice body in general. Do you have her work out?"


"Two hours a day," said Adam. "Mostly on her legs and abdomen."


"Yes, I see that," said Yvanna, running her hands down Meredith's slender legs. "She must be able to fuck like a demon." Meredith obediently leaned into her, allowing Yvanna to get a good, firm hold of the back of Meredith's thighs, where hours of Adam's prescribed workout had built the perfect muscles for pushing herself onto his cock -- or anything he chose.


Yvanna reached up and grabbed Meredith's bare ass with a slap, squeezing her firm buttocks tightly. Meredith could feel the pressure against her cunt, and caught her breath.


"Are you, dear?" Yvanna asked. "Are you a rollicking good lay, a fucking racehorse when there's a cock around?"


"I -- I try, Ma'am," said Meredith nervously.


Yvanna polished off her red wine and leaned over to set the empty glass on the coffee table behind Meredith. "He always does it to you from behind, right? Never face to face."


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith, blushing furiously anew as she looked into Yvanna's eyes. "Only from behind. He only takes me from behind. I --" she paused, her voice quavering. "I've actually never been taken the other way. Face to face, I mean."


"Never?" smiled Yvanna. "Never in your life?"


"Never," said Meredith, dropping her eyes.


"Show me," said Yvanna with a smile, pulling hard on Meredith so she stumbled onto the sofa, legs spread and straddling Yvanna's lap. "Show me how you fuck."


Meredith could feel the heat coursing through her with the rough touch of her Master's ex-wife. Much as she had been taught to do in lap-dancing for her Master's male friends, Meredith leaned forward and ground her body rhythmically against Yvanna's, working her hips back and forth. They moved effortlessly, the many hours of exercise having rendered Meredith a lithe and capable sexual athlete.


Meredith began to rock back and forth harder, pumping her hips in just the way her Master liked her to fuck back onto him. She felt her pussy flooding uncontrollably in trained response to the motion, her copious juices soaking through the tiny lace thong in an instant. Yvanna chuckled as Meredith rubbed her breasts in the older woman's face. She reached back and curved her arm around Meredith's thigh, pulling the younger woman firmly against her. Her hand found Meredith's cunt, plucked the laughable covering of the lace thong out of the way, and began to stroke it again, more firmly this time, rubbing Meredith's slit and occasionally plunging two fingers inside. Now moaning openly, Meredith fucked herself back onto Yvanna's hand, pulsing eagerly toward orgasm.


"Kiss me," said Yvanna. "Let's see if he's pierced that tongue of yours yet."


Meredith felt a shiver go through her at the use of that word "yet" -- her tongue had not been pierced.


"Please, dear," said Adam from behind Meredith. "You're giving away all my tricks."


"It's all right, darling," said Yvanna. "I've got a few tricks of my own. Now kiss me, Meredith, the way a woman likes it."


Meredith felt her nervousness growing as she leaned her elbows on the back of the sofa; how did a woman like to be kissed? Meredith herself mostly liked to be held down, hair tangled in her Master's fingers and her face and buttocks rosy and tingling from an hour or more of firm slaps, as her mouth was forced open and savaged by the fiercely-thrusting heat of her Master's tongue. But she suspected that most women, perhaps Yvanna included, wanted a gentler, more tender kiss, and so that was what Meredith gave her, nervously and tentatively pecking her before pressing her mouth against the older woman's hungrily. But when her tongue slid gently into Yvanna's mouth she felt an unexpected rush of excitement that both confused and aroused her, sending an uncontrollable wave of hunger into her cunt.


It took her a moment of deep kissing to recognize what was having such an effect on her.


Yvanna's mouth tasted like Adam's cock.


The taste was overwhelming, and unmistakable; Meredith had swallowed her Master's organ so many times as to know every nuance of that rich, musky taste. But not just his cock was there; Meredith could also taste, mingled with it, the taste of his come. Her Master had come in Yvanna's mouth.


Meredith almost pulled back, even as arousal ferociously took her over. But by that time, Adam had come behind her, and his fingers snaked into her hair, holding her in place as Meredith's mouth was eagerly taken by Yvanna's thrusting tongue. Adam held her there as his hand traveled up the back of Meredith's thighs; hungrily, without even knowing she was doing it, Meredith pushed herself onto his hand when he touched her cunt. Two fingers slid into her easily, and Meredith began to work her hips again, this time even more eagerly than before.


She was wet. Unaccountably wet. Juice dripped down onto her Master's fingers and rivulets of it baptized her thighs. Meredith fucked herself back desperately onto her Master's hand, even as the hot flame of jealousy exploded in her. She sucked his cock, she thought as Yvanna kissed her. She sucked my lover's cock.


But Meredith knew she had long since abandoned any claim she had on Adam's sexual pleasures. She had given him unquestioning obedience -- and he had chosen to dally with this woman. Meredith, then, would dally with her too, as she was being ordered to.


She would make love with Yvanna, with the woman who had just been taken by her Master. She would service the woman, for her Master's pleasure.


"Mmmmm," cooed Yvanna when Adam let Meredith go. "She tastes almost as good as you do. And quite an eager little kisser. I wonder if she'll like the taste of me on your cock as much as she likes the taste of you in my mouth."


Again, Meredith's stomach churned as jealousy flashed through her, but she let the fear and envy drain away as she felt Yvanna's hands touching her breasts, pinching the hard nipples, as Adam began to fingerfuck her. Meredith's hips worked fervently, pushing her cunt onto first two, then three of her Master's fingers as Yvanna pulled her upper body forward and began to suck Meredith's tiny tits.


"She's got me wet as a schoolgirl," gasped Yvanna. "Do something about that, will you, Adam? You know what a girl likes. You've seen to it so many times yourself; I'm sure Meredith will get the hang of it quickly."


Meredith's head swam as Adam gently eased her off the couch, pushing her head between Yvanna's thighs as Yvanna swept the insubstantial fabric of her dress out of the way. There, fully revealed, was a smooth-shaved and unpierced pussy, glistening with juice. Clearly, Yvanna still didn't wear panties.


Adam's hand, firmly holding Meredith's hair, pushed her face between the older woman's thighs as Yvanna slid her ass forward to the edge of the white sofa. Before Meredith even had a chance to think about it, she was licking.


She almost expected the taste that greeted her -- the taste of Adam's pleasure, the sticky aromatic juice that told Meredith her Master had not only made love with this woman, but had done it twice -- at least -- and had been brought to completion by the shaved puss that Meredith was now expected to service. And yet, when she did feel the thick jizz leaking onto her tongue, she felt another surge of jealousy -- but by then, her Master's hand was so firmly in her hair that she could not have pulled back if she had wanted to.


And she didn't want to. Blessed with the taste of her Master's come, even leaking out of this hussy's cunt, Meredith eagerly began to worship, sucking at Yvanna's clit and licking down to her tight opening. Yvanna moaned softly; when it became quite clear that Meredith was going to -- not grudgingly, not just willingly but enthusiastically service the older woman -- Adam released his grip on Meredith's hair and firmly grasped her thighs. Meredith moved to open her legs, obediently, as she had been taught to do whenever her Master touched her there. But before she could even do that, Adam had forced them open and tugged the crotch of her thong well to the side.


The distant rattle of her Master's belt buckle sent a sudden thrill through Meredith; it made her head swim with excitement to know that even after pleasuring himself with this woman twice, he could still get it up for her. There was only an instant for her to think about that before the thick head of her Master's cock violated her, big enough to stretch her open painfully in the first instant of penetration even after she had been opened up first by two of Yvanna's slender fingers and then by three of Adam's thick ones. But the flood of juice that met the Master's cock as he sank into her slicked the way so amply that by the time Meredith was thrusting herself violently back onto Adam's cock, only cascading waves of uncontrollable pleasure were exploding through her near-naked body. She devoured Yvanna's cunt with newfound fervor as the older woman moaned and cried out, seizing Meredith's head with both hands to force the girl's eagerly sucking mouth more firmly against her shaved cunt. The feel of that possessive gesture is what drove Meredith over the edge into an intense orgasm, and her tongue only worked faster as ecstasy flooded through her. Her hips, too, picked up force, pounding her cunt so hard onto Adam's cock that he grabbed her hips and forced her to hold still while he ravaged her -- 10 thrusts, 20, 30, while Meredith came, soaring high on her orgasm even as her swift tongue brought Yvanna off -- and then Adam let himself go deep inside her, inundating Meredith's cunt with the same come that had so flavored Yvanna's.


Whimpering hungrily, Meredith continued to lick even as Yvanna reclined on the sofa, practically hanging off of it. The older woman thrashed back and forth, moaning loudly as Meredith serviced her too-sensitive pussy. Finally, Yvanna pushed Meredith off, and the young blonde looked up panting, her mouth and chin running with the thick juices of Yvanna's cunt and the pungent savor of Adam's come.


"Not bad," said Yvanna breathlessly. "She's taken to it quickly. Adam, I think she'll learn to become quite a little cunt-licker before the wedding, don't you?"


Behind Meredith, Adam chuckled. He leaned over his slave, pressing her into the sofa as he kissed his ex-wife tenderly.


"She'd better," said Adam when his lips left Yvanna's. "You remember which wife Yvanna is, don't you, Meredith?"


Her face cradled in Yvanna's lap, Meredith said softly:


"Yes, Sir. She's your fourth wife."


"I thought we'd work backwards," said Adam cheerfully. "Antonia's flying in next week."


"Mmmm," cooed Yvanna. "She's the one with those fantastic tits, isn't she?"


"That's right," said Adam.


Yvanna laughed lightly. "I don't have to be back in Paris until the 15th. I think I'll stay for that. Unless it's an imposition, Adam?"


"Not at all, my dear," said Adam. Meredith, you'll be happy to keep our guest entertained while she's here, won't you?"


Meredith affectionately kissed Yvanna's ivory thigh, her blood quickening at the scent of her Master's pleasure still wafting from deep inside.


Meredith said breathlessly, "Yes, Sir."


Yvanna caressed Meredith's face and stroked her hair with her long, thin fingers.


"It's so sweet of you to let me try out each new fiancee, darling," said Yvanna to Adam. "This one definitely passes the test."




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A very special female submission episode, thanks to an exclusive story from N.T. Morley *and* exclusive, just-for-us images from my friends Ernest Greene and Nina Hartley's new movie, othepowerofsubmission.com. In Morley's story The New Fiancee, a bride-to-be undergoes a very intense and decadent examination and a lesson in submission at the hands of a powerful dominant woman, and her husband-to-be joins in the activities. The first-time girl-girl theme is really fun here, especially in a dominant/submissive context. This story is a little more master-slave than the stories I usually read on Open Source Sex, but it's a perfect fit for the very hot new Story of O movie "O The Power of Submission", which Ernest worked really hard on and is so excited about he sent me rough cuts from the film (!); check out the trailer on their site.



* This audio version is also a textcast; click the center of your iPod's trackwheel to read the transcript of the story while the MP3 plays.

* There is an explicit video slideshow version available for people who want to see more images from the film in the next post.



The New Fiancee

N.T. Morley


Meredith got home from work around midnight and discovered the beautiful woman sitting in the living room.


It took her a moment to register her surprise, especially given the casual comfort with which the woman sat on the couch sipping a glass of red wine. The woman, a strikingly tall and quite breathtaking ivory-skinned brunette, was very dressed up -- much like Meredith herself -- as if she were about to spend the night at the opera, or had just finished doing so. The woman's dress, floor-length and black, was slit on both sides almost up to her hips, revealing the full length of the woman's shapely legs. The dress was also low-cut and showed that the woman had quite ample endowments, quite perfect. Perhaps in her mid-thirties, the woman was strikingly beautiful, her jet-black hair and pale skin accenting her rather Nordic features.


"Hello," she said nervously.


"You must be Meredith," said the woman, without getting up. She looked Meredith over, quite blatantly, not even trying to disguise the up-and-down motion of her eyes that focused first on Meredith's face, then slid down her body, then slowly stroked upward to rest on the single slit in Meredith's dress -- not quite as high as that in the strange woman's dress, but more than revealing enough to show what shapely legs the girl had -- then continued up to take in the slight swell of Meredith's bust, as if exploring the way her satin dress revealed those small but perfect orbs. Meredith felt her face getting hot as the woman's eyes lingered over her breasts, then slowly rose to meet Meredith's gaze, fixing her with a hungry stare.


"I've heard a lot about you," said the woman.


"Ah, Meredith," said Adam, appearing from the kitchen with a Scotch in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. "We've been waiting for you." He topped off the woman's drink and sat down opposite her on the big white armchair, propping his feet on the coffee table quite indelicately and taking a sip of his Scotch.


"You remember me telling you about Yvanna, my ex-wife?"


Meredith gave a shiver.


"Please, Adam, former wife. Ex-wife sounds so unfriendly."


"We're anything but that, my dear," said Adam with a lustful glance at Yvanna. He then looked at Meredith with the kind of lascivious sense of ownership he always gave her when he knew he would soon prove just how profoundly he had his new fiancee under his control.


"With our wedding date set, I figured it was time for you and Yvanna to get... acquainted."


Again, Meredith shivered. She saw Yvanna's eyes flickering over her once more with the immodest gaze of the heartless seducer suddenly set loose upon an ingenue, and knew immediately what was to be expected of her.


As if to assert her independence, Meredith's eyes flickered quickly over Yvanna's, attempting to display the same kind of unrepentant randiness that the self-composed woman showed toward her. She could see the sensuous curves under the older woman's opera dress, could even see the firmness of her full breasts capped by hard nipples tenting the thin fabric of the black dress. Meredith let her eyes caress those perfect tits, knowing that within moments she would be called upon to touch them, kiss them, perhaps even suckle them, before being bidden to travel further into depravity and perform services foreign to her. She knew she would be expected to touch the woman lower down, between the slits of that dress and, without a doubt, underneath the dress itself. That, she could not even comprehend; her head spun at the very thought of it. It was all Meredith could do to look at the woman's breasts and know she would soon be touching them. But those bright green eyes of hers did not linger on Yvanna's ample tits; on the contrary, unable to keep up her facade of self-confidence, Meredith let her eyes drift upward to Yvanna's piercing, frosty blue orbs. With the gaze that met her there, Meredith whimpered softly and dropped her eyes submissively.


She could feel her nipples hardening under her dress, standing out plainly through the thin satin, as if advertising to the woman the effect she was having on Meredith.


"That's a very nice dress," said Yvanna with a smile, her eyes lingering on Meredith's chest. "I hear you're a hostess at a very chichi restaurant. I'm surprised they let you even wear a dress like that. Much less without a bra."


Meredith wanted very badly to cross her arms in front of her. Her arms even twitched involuntarily, as if seeking a chance to cover the poor girl's embarrassment. But Meredith did not let herself hide her breasts from Yvanna's devouring gaze. Adam had long since forbidden her that privilege. Instead, she stood there, her nipples hardening even more under Yvanna's stare, a quiver starting deep in her body as she nervously answered.


"Th -- thank you, Ma'am. The... the owner says it helps bring the customers in."


"The owner? Is he the one who told you it was all right to wear that dress without a bra?"


Meredith's face grew hotter as she blushed uncontrollably.


"Yes, Ma'am, but that's not why I wear it that way," said Meredith. "My Master told me to wear it this way."


"Adam, you dog. You're just like you always were. If anything, you're worse. Remember when you sent me to court wearing that see-through dress?"


"I remember," said Adam.


"And no bra or panties at all," Yvanna sighed, remembering. "I thought the judge was going to charge me with contempt. Luckily, he was a man of liberal tastes. Just a few moments alone in his chambers and I was back in the court's favors."


"You never told me that," Adam snapped.


"Mmmm, didn't I?" smiled Yvanna. "Yes, it was a striking example of judicial corruption, and quite a lot of fun. Lucky for me it's too late for you to punish me." Turning back to Meredith, Yvanna smiled and said "Adam used to send me all sorts of places without panties." She paused and smiled broadly at Meredith. "You are wearing panties, aren't you, dear?"


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith. "Just -- just a thong."


"A thong. Let me see, dear."


Meredith's eyes went to her Master, whether to check if it was all right or to beg not to do it. Adam didn't notice or care.


"My ex-wife and I are very close, darling. Show her your panties."


Meredith began to lift her dress, nervously feeling the satin bunch in her grasp. She brought the dress up to her waist, revealing her miniscule white lace thong, which barely covered her pussy and showed quite clearly that it was shaved smooth. The crotch of the garment was so small that Meredith's full pussy lips, now unaccountably swollen, squeezed around the sides, revealing the piercings Adam had placed there.


"Come here, darling. Let me have a closer look."


Meredith nervously walked to Yvanna's side, and with a glance at Adam, knew what was expected.


Meredith lifted her foot and placed her high-heeled shoe on the coffee table, leaving her legs spread.


"My, my," Yvanna said, reaching out to stroke the moist crotch of the thong. Meredith stifled a whimper as Yvanna touched her. "Such pretty things you buy your slaves nowadays, Adam. And such pretty jewelry." Yvanna's long, slender fingers slid under the crotch of the thong and teased Meredith's pierced lips apart. Meredith gasped and let out a long, low moan as Yvanna slid two fingers into her. Meredith struggled to remain standing, knowing that to fail to do so would bring punishment. Perhaps a spanking, or worse.


Meredith could not bear the thought of being punished in front of her Master's ex-wife.


"She's soaking, darling. She's positively gushing. She's your own little blonde tsunami. Adam, is she more of an exhibitionist than I was? Does showing her tits off all night turn your little slave on this much?"


"I don't know," chuckled Adam. "Ask her."


Yvanna's eyes locked in Meredith's, and the older woman's two fingers slid deeper in, her thumb teasing the swollen nub of Meredith's pierced clitoris. Meredith let out a faint whine and bit her red-painted lip as she tried to stay standing.


"Does it, Meredith? Does it turn you on to show the customers your tits?"


Yvanna's thumb pressed firmly on Meredith's ringed clit, and Meredith bit her lip so hard that for a moment she thought she might have drawn blood.


She took a deep breath and managed to speak.


"Yes, Ma'am. It does turn me on. But that's not why I'm wet."


"Then why are you wet, darling?"


Meredith had had the best intentions of confessing it, knowing that no show of coyness would get her out of the evening's expected services. But now, she found her throat closing with embarrassment. Her face turned deep red, suddenly so hot that she felt she might pass out.


Yvanna chuckled.


"I know why you're wet, dear," said Yvanna. "It's because you know I'm going to fuck you. And you've never been with a woman before."


Meredith whimpered as Yvanna's fingers slid in and out of her cunt. It was the first time she'd ever been touched like that by a woman -- the first time a woman had touched her there at all.


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith breathlessly.


Yvanna's hand came out of Meredith's cunt, and the younger woman let go of her dress, feeling the satin snake its way down her legs as Yvanna reached up to touch Meredith's face. Taller than Meredith by six or eight inches, Yvanna found it easy to reach Meredith's mouth with her fingers -- but Meredith, well trained, still leaned down to make it easier on her. Meredith obediently parted her lips and accepted Yvanna's slick fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. She had done it so many times -- been trained to do it -- that it was second nature to her. But the taste of her cunt had always come to her ripe and fresh via Adam's body -- his fingers, his tongue, even his cock.


Never on a woman's fingers. But Meredith licked, hungrily, the taste of her own pussy sending tingles of electricity down into her body.


Yvanna's fingers came out of Meredith's suckling mouth glistening with spittle.


"There's no point in being a flirt about it, then," said Yvanna, her voice suddenly filled with command. "Take off your dress."


Meredith began to turn toward Adam, but stopped when Yvanna's harsh voice snapped "Meredith!" Meredith turned back to Yvanna, shocked, and the brunette's cold eyes froze Meredith to the bone.


"You've been given to me," she said. "If Adam wants to stop me, he will. For now, you do exactly what I tell you to do. And don't look to him for advice."


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," Meredith whimpered.


"Now take off your dress before I take it off for you," said Yvanna.


Meredith felt a little quiver go through her at the harsh sound in Yvanna's voice. She had heard that same harshness many times in the voice of her Master, and it never failed to make her desperate to please him.


Meredith took her foot off the coffee table and turned more fully to face Yvanna.


Meredith's hands quivered as she reached up to the left strap of her dress and gently eased it over her shoulder. So insubstantial was the dress that one side of it immediately fell away, revealing Meredith's bare left breast with its firm, pink nipple plainly erect from arousal. Hesitating only slightly, Meredith eased the other strap off her shoulder, and the dress went sliding down to her waist, revealing both small, perfect breasts.


Meredith wriggled her hips, pushing the dress down over them. It slid down her thighs and pooled around her high-heeled shoes. Meredith obediently stepped out of the dress, now naked except for her shoes and the quite-soaked thong.


"Lovely tits," said Yvanna. "Quite a nice body in general. Do you have her work out?"


"Two hours a day," said Adam. "Mostly on her legs and abdomen."


"Yes, I see that," said Yvanna, running her hands down Meredith's slender legs. "She must be able to fuck like a demon." Meredith obediently leaned into her, allowing Yvanna to get a good, firm hold of the back of Meredith's thighs, where hours of Adam's prescribed workout had built the perfect muscles for pushing herself onto his cock -- or anything he chose.


Yvanna reached up and grabbed Meredith's bare ass with a slap, squeezing her firm buttocks tightly. Meredith could feel the pressure against her cunt, and caught her breath.


"Are you, dear?" Yvanna asked. "Are you a rollicking good lay, a fucking racehorse when there's a cock around?"


"I -- I try, Ma'am," said Meredith nervously.


Yvanna polished off her red wine and leaned over to set the empty glass on the coffee table behind Meredith. "He always does it to you from behind, right? Never face to face."


"Y -- yes, Ma'am," said Meredith, blushing furiously anew as she looked into Yvanna's eyes. "Only from behind. He only takes me from behind. I --" she paused, her voice quavering. "I've actually never been taken the other way. Face to face, I mean."


"Never?" smiled Yvanna. "Never in your life?"


"Never," said Meredith, dropping her eyes.


"Show me," said Yvanna with a smile, pulling hard on Meredith so she stumbled onto the sofa, legs spread and straddling Yvanna's lap. "Show me how you fuck."


Meredith could feel the heat coursing through her with the rough touch of her Master's ex-wife. Much as she had been taught to do in lap-dancing for her Master's male friends, Meredith leaned forward and ground her body rhythmically against Yvanna's, working her hips back and forth. They moved effortlessly, the many hours of exercise having rendered Meredith a lithe and capable sexual athlete.


Meredith began to rock back and forth harder, pumping her hips in just the way her Master liked her to fuck back onto him. She felt her pussy flooding uncontrollably in trained response to the motion, her copious juices soaking through the tiny lace thong in an instant. Yvanna chuckled as Meredith rubbed her breasts in the older woman's face. She reached back and curved her arm around Meredith's thigh, pulling the younger woman firmly against her. Her hand found Meredith's cunt, plucked the laughable covering of the lace thong out of the way, and began to stroke it again, more firmly this time, rubbing Meredith's slit and occasionally plunging two fingers inside. Now moaning openly, Meredith fucked herself back onto Yvanna's hand, pulsing eagerly toward orgasm.


"Kiss me," said Yvanna. "Let's see if he's pierced that tongue of yours yet."


Meredith felt a shiver go through her at the use of that word "yet" -- her tongue had not been pierced.


"Please, dear," said Adam from behind Meredith. "You're giving away all my tricks."


"It's all right, darling," said Yvanna. "I've got a few tricks of my own. Now kiss me, Meredith, the way a woman likes it."


Meredith felt her nervousness growing as she leaned her elbows on the back of the sofa; how did a woman like to be kissed? Meredith herself mostly liked to be held down, hair tangled in her Master's fingers and her face and buttocks rosy and tingling from an hour or more of firm slaps, as her mouth was forced open and savaged by the fiercely-thrusting heat of her Master's tongue. But she suspected that most women, perhaps Yvanna included, wanted a gentler, more tender kiss, and so that was what Meredith gave her, nervously and tentatively pecking her before pressing her mouth against the older woman's hungrily. But when her tongue slid gently into Yvanna's mouth she felt an unexpected rush of excitement that both confused and aroused her, sending an uncontrollable wave of hunger into her cunt.


It took her a moment of deep kissing to recognize what was having such an effect on her.


Yvanna's mouth tasted like Adam's cock.


The taste was overwhelming, and unmistakable; Meredith had swallowed her Master's organ so many times as to know every nuance of that rich, musky taste. But not just his cock was there; Meredith could also taste, mingled with it, the taste of his come. Her Master had come in Yvanna's mouth.


Meredith almost pulled back, even as arousal ferociously took her over. But by that time, Adam had come behind her, and his fingers snaked into her hair, holding her in place as Meredith's mouth was eagerly taken by Yvanna's thrusting tongue. Adam held her there as his hand traveled up the back of Meredith's thighs; hungrily, without even knowing she was doing it, Meredith pushed herself onto his hand when he touched her cunt. Two fingers slid into her easily, and Meredith began to work her hips again, this time even more eagerly than before.


She was wet. Unaccountably wet. Juice dripped down onto her Master's fingers and rivulets of it baptized her thighs. Meredith fucked herself back desperately onto her Master's hand, even as the hot flame of jealousy exploded in her. She sucked his cock, she thought as Yvanna kissed her. She sucked my lover's cock.


But Meredith knew she had long since abandoned any claim she had on Adam's sexual pleasures. She had given him unquestioning obedience -- and he had chosen to dally with this woman. Meredith, then, would dally with her too, as she was being ordered to.


She would make love with Yvanna, with the woman who had just been taken by her Master. She would service the woman, for her Master's pleasure.


"Mmmmm," cooed Yvanna when Adam let Meredith go. "She tastes almost as good as you do. And quite an eager little kisser. I wonder if she'll like the taste of me on your cock as much as she likes the taste of you in my mouth."


Again, Meredith's stomach churned as jealousy flashed through her, but she let the fear and envy drain away as she felt Yvanna's hands touching her breasts, pinching the hard nipples, as Adam began to fingerfuck her. Meredith's hips worked fervently, pushing her cunt onto first two, then three of her Master's fingers as Yvanna pulled her upper body forward and began to suck Meredith's tiny tits.


"She's got me wet as a schoolgirl," gasped Yvanna. "Do something about that, will you, Adam? You know what a girl likes. You've seen to it so many times yourself; I'm sure Meredith will get the hang of it quickly."


Meredith's head swam as Adam gently eased her off the couch, pushing her head between Yvanna's thighs as Yvanna swept the insubstantial fabric of her dress out of the way. There, fully revealed, was a smooth-shaved and unpierced pussy, glistening with juice. Clearly, Yvanna still didn't wear panties.


Adam's hand, firmly holding Meredith's hair, pushed her face between the older woman's thighs as Yvanna slid her ass forward to the edge of the white sofa. Before Meredith even had a chance to think about it, she was licking.


She almost expected the taste that greeted her -- the taste of Adam's pleasure, the sticky aromatic juice that told Meredith her Master had not only made love with this woman, but had done it twice -- at least -- and had been brought to completion by the shaved puss that Meredith was now expected to service. And yet, when she did feel the thick jizz leaking onto her tongue, she felt another surge of jealousy -- but by then, her Master's hand was so firmly in her hair that she could not have pulled back if she had wanted to.


And she didn't want to. Blessed with the taste of her Master's come, even leaking out of this hussy's cunt, Meredith eagerly began to worship, sucking at Yvanna's clit and licking down to her tight opening. Yvanna moaned softly; when it became quite clear that Meredith was going to -- not grudgingly, not just willingly but enthusiastically service the older woman -- Adam released his grip on Meredith's hair and firmly grasped her thighs. Meredith moved to open her legs, obediently, as she had been taught to do whenever her Master touched her there. But before she could even do that, Adam had forced them open and tugged the crotch of her thong well to the side.


The distant rattle of her Master's belt buckle sent a sudden thrill through Meredith; it made her head swim with excitement to know that even after pleasuring himself with this woman twice, he could still get it up for her. There was only an instant for her to think about that before the thick head of her Master's cock violated her, big enough to stretch her open painfully in the first instant of penetration even after she had been opened up first by two of Yvanna's slender fingers and then by three of Adam's thick ones. But the flood of juice that met the Master's cock as he sank into her slicked the way so amply that by the time Meredith was thrusting herself violently back onto Adam's cock, only cascading waves of uncontrollable pleasure were exploding through her near-naked body. She devoured Yvanna's cunt with newfound fervor as the older woman moaned and cried out, seizing Meredith's head with both hands to force the girl's eagerly sucking mouth more firmly against her shaved cunt. The feel of that possessive gesture is what drove Meredith over the edge into an intense orgasm, and her tongue only worked faster as ecstasy flooded through her. Her hips, too, picked up force, pounding her cunt so hard onto Adam's cock that he grabbed her hips and forced her to hold still while he ravaged her -- 10 thrusts, 20, 30, while Meredith came, soaring high on her orgasm even as her swift tongue brought Yvanna off -- and then Adam let himself go deep inside her, inundating Meredith's cunt with the same come that had so flavored Yvanna's.


Whimpering hungrily, Meredith continued to lick even as Yvanna reclined on the sofa, practically hanging off of it. The older woman thrashed back and forth, moaning loudly as Meredith serviced her too-sensitive pussy. Finally, Yvanna pushed Meredith off, and the young blonde looked up panting, her mouth and chin running with the thick juices of Yvanna's cunt and the pungent savor of Adam's come.


"Not bad," said Yvanna breathlessly. "She's taken to it quickly. Adam, I think she'll learn to become quite a little cunt-licker before the wedding, don't you?"


Behind Meredith, Adam chuckled. He leaned over his slave, pressing her into the sofa as he kissed his ex-wife tenderly.


"She'd better," said Adam when his lips left Yvanna's. "You remember which wife Yvanna is, don't you, Meredith?"


Her face cradled in Yvanna's lap, Meredith said softly:


"Yes, Sir. She's your fourth wife."


"I thought we'd work backwards," said Adam cheerfully. "Antonia's flying in next week."


"Mmmm," cooed Yvanna. "She's the one with those fantastic tits, isn't she?"


"That's right," said Adam.


Yvanna laughed lightly. "I don't have to be back in Paris until the 15th. I think I'll stay for that. Unless it's an imposition, Adam?"


"Not at all, my dear," said Adam. Meredith, you'll be happy to keep our guest entertained while she's here, won't you?"


Meredith affectionately kissed Yvanna's ivory thigh, her blood quickening at the scent of her Master's pleasure still wafting from deep inside.


Meredith said breathlessly, "Yes, Sir."


Yvanna caressed Meredith's face and stroked her hair with her long, thin fingers.


"It's so sweet of you to let me try out each new fiancee, darling," said Yvanna to Adam. "This one definitely passes the test."




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