She wondered, sometimes, how she got into these situations. She knew, of course; the thought was rhetorical. It began that morning, as she woke from where she’d been ordered to sleep, curled

She wondered, sometimes, how she got into these situations. She knew, of course; the thought was rhetorical. It began that morning, as she woke from where she’d been ordered to sleep, curled She wondered, sometimes, how she got into these situations. She knew, of course; the thought was rhetorical. It began that morning, as she woke from where she’d been ordered to sleep, curled around her Owners’ feet, keeping them warm…she caught herself in the luxurious, barely conscious semi-waking, with dawn filtering in through the curtains, nuzzling Master’s leg and ankle, licking it as a housecat would. She had crawled up the bed between her Owners to wake them, as she’d been ordered to do…but it was too early for that now, and she was forced to wait. And as the morning sun slowly illuminated the sleeping, nude bodies of Mistress and Master, so perfect, so worthy of her worship, she recalled the evening before, and how they elected not to use her. Obediently, she snuggled chastely with them a bit before settling down to their feet as ordered – all the while with carnal need growing within her, causing her thighs to become slick against each other. It was all returning now. She wanted her Owners to wake, and immediately satisfy themselves with her body, in any way they desired. She was touching herself, lightly, and hoped they hadn’t heard her tiny whimper. The slave girl lowered the covers. Master was erect as he dreamed, his leg locked sensuously with Mistress, who stretched a bit, feeling about for her foot-warming slave in her sleep. Her foot finally settled against the servant’s hand as it stroked her own clit. The young girl bit her lower lip. She could no longer help herself… When her Mistress awoke, she felt the girl’s fingers first, probing and caressing between her legs…it was tender, lovely – but absolutely against orders. She opened her eyes with a start to find the girl’s mouth busily at work on her still-sleeping husband’s glistening erection; she clumsily held her Lady’s thigh between her own thighs, and was bucking against it like an animal. Mistress grabbed her by the hair and hissed her disapproval; Master awoke seconds later, and, having had the situation explained to him (she was forced to), gave her the first of many spankings that she knew she richly deserved. That was then, and how she got into this situation. She hadn’t been allowed to come since, even after a day of solid teasing by her Master and Mistress while she performed her chores – having her skirt pulled up and her ass and pussy groped from behind, being grabbed again by the hair and kissed hard, having her most secret places caressed and felt by her Owners until she would beg to be allowed to come – and the permission was never given. As the day went on, her Owners would send her slave sisters to do the same to her, only to walk away after bringing her to the brink, teasing, “Master says bad girls like you aren’t allowed yet!” Her frustration, and the shame of disobeying her Owners, almost brought her to tears, as the mocking laughter of her tormentors would recede down the hall. Now, they’d taken her to the bedroom, gagged her and chained her to the wall. Mounted on a stand a foot or two away was a buzzing vibrator, positioned just below the level of her hips; if she stretched to the length of her restraints, the tip of it was just at her clitoris – but not with enough contact to get her off. Her ass had been striped an angry red by the strikes of the cane, and the cat-o’-nine, and was beginning to bruise – had the gag not been in place, there would have been a yell after each time she fell back to the wall following the attempts to get off on the vibe. Master and Mistress were before her, on the bed, making sweet, slow, physical love to each other – all for the benefit of showing the slave what she was missing. Master was moaning in approval, and describing how it felt to their captive to have Mistress going down on his cock…Mistress cried out and loudly, lewdly, told the restrained girl, whom she faced on all fours, how she loved having Master’s fingers sliding in and out of her pussy… By the time they stopped their show, their slave was reduced to tears of shame and frustration…and as the gag was removed, a torrent of apologies and abject begging came pouring out – she would obey Master and Mistress and she needed to come and she would be a good girl from now on, and oh, God, please Master, Mistress, please forgive this slutty worthless slave, please Master please, I’ll be a good fucktoy need to be used need to be your girl need to obey please please please…! Minutes later, as she had said, all thought of anything else but blind, slavish obedience had disappeared. Her lips and tongue were locked with her Mistress’s, and their hands were busily and roughly playing with each other’s breasts; the slave’s voice had transitioned from repeatedly thanking her Owners for forgiving her to a series of high-pitched yelps, muffled by her Mistress’s ministrations. She hungrily, slavishly rode on her Master’s hips – she’d been given permission to come but even as she felt it almost immediately building in her sexual frenzy, she wanted to make sure that her Master came first. As all surrendered almost simultaneously to their climaxes, and she collapsed, spent, into their arms, the young slave silently promised her beloved Owners that she would never be a bad girl again…

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