"…So what happens now?" a very sated and perplexed Master Henry asks; his mind perhaps seeking an island of normalcy in the sea of insanity and debauchery. He's really not a bad man - a mere villain of convenience - despite what one watching at home might think based on the "show" he's provided, with me obviously as the reluctant proverbial "whipping-girl" star. There's also a kind of clarity that happens, post orgasm for men in particular, when men start thinking with more of their intellectual brain, and less with the caveman one, or to be a bit crude; the little head that all that blood was just rushing into. To also be fair, men aren't the only ones to have this little temporary sexual insanity; so I recognize this change in his eyes for what it is, a "what have I done?" look
It's the coldly-calculating and non-emotional Sir that answers through me though, telling Henry that I'm likely to be more properly punished once he's left the estate. Henry apologizes to me for that, but I tell him it's unnecessary; that I've earned my fate here through my own actions. He gently removes me from my suspension, and dresses to leave behind possibly one of the strangest service calls in his entire professional career; perhaps physically sated, but in emotional turmoil. I, through Sir, even offered a repeat to put a happy spin on the event, with a brought along friend next time even, to share in the flesh-slapping festivities in tag-team fashion; suggesting he perhaps block out an entire day for the potential event. It was all just too much, most especially for a woman, even as a teen, who avoided casual sex as much as possible; all while dressing quite sexily in trendy and provocative clothing in fantastic far away locations. I, at one time, was a walking contradiction, a strange mix of near-unattainable teenage sensuality; but perhaps no longer "unattainable" for certain men…
This "scene" with Master Henry wasn't really even sex though, just some "consensual" light torture with some sexual elements; so far more unrealistic, much more like the live-action porn production one might see on their personal devices, rather than what two people who were in love would engage in to consummate that love. Veronica had Ray's love now, and I both a stranger's improvised whip, and his indifferent stiff and probing cock; my fall from humanity that complete. I was now just a pleasant-to-look-at warm human socket for a man to deposit his pent-up seed, and the proverbial whipping girl too, all rolled into one super obedient package; it was the ultimate cruel irony bearing in mind the humanity I was initially searching for at the start of this odd journey…
"Was this the benchmark for what I could physically withstand, or merely the rough starting point, everything to build exponentially up from here?"
"LIKELY ANOTHER'S STARTING POINT PRISONER NUMBER ONE, BUT YOU ARE QUITE MENTALLY AWARE TO EVEN BE ABLE TO ASK YOURSELF THAT SIMPLE QUESTION. MISTRESS VERONICA IS ALMOST CERTAINLY PROTECTING HER FUTURE, OR THE VERSION OF THAT WHICH DOESN'T INCLUDE THE FIT AND IMPROVED FREE VERSION OF YOU WANDERING ABOUT UNTETHERED; WHERE MISTRESS BETH IS A BIT MORE OF AN UNKNOWN, OR PERHAPS JUST SADISTICALLY EVIL. IF SHE TRULY GETS OFF ON TORMENT, IF IT SEXUALLY EXCITES HER; OF YOUR TWO OWNERS OF RECORD SHE'S LIKELY THE ONE TO FEAR."
"I've gotten myself off with such dark things myself though" my mind accuses, back when ever darker high end porn productions had replaced the men no longer willing to enter my toxic life. I rubbed myself off savagely to such images and story lines, imagining I was the helpless and struggling victim though, and not the sadistic perpetrator.
"YOU HAVE; AND BOTH OF YOUR OWNERS ALSO NOW HAVE THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF YOUR VIEWING INTERESTS AS MOTIVATIONAL ELEMENTS TO SELECT FROM. DO YOU REMEMBER THE JUNTA INTERROGATION ROOM SERIES, BASED ON THE REAL LIFE THINGS HUMANS ARE CAPABLE OF DOING TO EACH OTHER? AND YOU GOT OFF ON THAT TOO; DIDN'T YOU?"
"I rubbed myself off many times over while watching that" I answered my jailer non-verbally in my mind; the time for shame over such things was long past me. I think Sir's most recent update has him thinking almost humanly, or perhaps this was just the natural result of owning a human such as myself for an extended period of time, much like the best way to truly understand a dog is to get one as a pet. "How could one's horror become my sexual entertainment?" I wondered. "How dark and needy had my soul been back then?"
"SOMETHING YOU AND THE SADISTIC MISTRESS BETH APPARENTLY HAVE IN COMMON."
"Oh no."
"OH YES, SHE'S WATCHED THAT SERIES HERSELF, AND SHE ALMOST CERTAINLY HAS BEEN INSPIRED BY IT'S SADISTIC BRUTALITY."
"What did I ever do to her Sir?"
"AN INTERESTING QUESTION PRISONER NUMBER ONE. PERHAPS WE SHALL BOTH LEARN THE ANSWER TOGETHER; IF OF COURSE SHE WISHES TO PERSONALLY VISIT AND DUPLICATE ONE OF THE INTERROGATION SCENES WITH YOU. IF SO, IT MAY BE POSSIBLE TO DEDUCE HER GOALS AND INTENTIONS BY THE DIRECTION OF HER INTERROGATION QUESTIONS, AND THE FEROCITY OF HER TREATMENT. SO, I INTEND TO ENCOURAGE SUCH A VISIT, SO THAT WE CAN BOTH LEARN WHAT MOTIVATES HER; TO CONTINUE MY OWN EDUCATION IN THE ODD NUANCES OF HUMAN SEXUALITY AND DEVIANCY."
"At my expense?"
"NATURALLY, IT'S ONE OF THE MANY THINGS YOU WERE CREATED FOR. YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN, YOUR DESIRES AND FREE WILL ARE THEREFORE NO LONGER RELEVANT. YOU EXIST TO SERVE OTHERS EXCLUSIVELY, YOU HAVE NO OTHER PURPOSE NOW, SURELY YOU MUST REALIZE THIS."
"This was far easier when I was a bag of unaware organic parts Sir."
The second ever human visitor to the estate since I had been rehabilitated - or perhaps permanently altered and incarcerated - was none other than Beth herself; predictable with Sir's recent revelations, but not exactly welcome. She drove herself to the gate in a rental car - no doubt after flying into town - and under Sir's control I personally opened the security gate to let her in; inviting this tight lipped scorpion into my very midst. Her face and stiff body language tells both myself and Sir that something is very wrong in her life, that this might not be a pleasant visit for more than one reason. My costume of servitude is still only my tan and now fit skin, and mistress Beth takes it all in with an air of superiority, all as Sir directs me to take her bags like the servant I now am - in my own fine home - and move her just as permanently as she wishes into what was once my master suite.
It used to be mine at one time, but now my only humble living quarters are the tiny overnight maid's accommodations, literally the worst little room technically still inside the whole grand estate's main structure; a glorified no-windows hall closet with a bed. I could imagine the only thing worse to be a much more jail-like cell with bars and a cot instead, built within the stoutly constructed stone potting shed that predates the main house by two hundred years; if keeping with the Junta horror series. The ever-listening Sir's one word "INTERESTING" comment tells me I've unintentionally shared too much, giving him a creative humanly-inspired way to enhance my experience here with him, with Beth as well I suppose. I had at one time briefly fantasized about such, maybe having contractors in to alter the structure on some quasi-believable premise to suit my twisted private needs, but the "here and now" reality of such an outdoor prison might not be all that wonderful with Sir in charge of it.
I offer refreshments at Sir's direction, and so far at least the sadistic version of Beth seems absent, subdued by whatever she has going on at home that caused her to suddenly hop on an airplane all alone and come here. Both Sir and I have the same suspicions, but there is nothing to be gained by sharing them with mistress Beth. I know the evil version of her still exists, but this version is maybe better for me in the short term. She's talking to me like I'm a human, despite the porn-like wig and control system that she's intimately familiar with, confiding in me - really Sir - that she and her husband have had a slight falling out, that she'll be staying here for a bit to cool off and unwind. Sir compels my words, offering "anything" to soothe her mind… and body. My nudity is taken at face value, I'm supposed to be presented this way, serving my betters while fully on display; it's all projected to feel so "normal," even though it's obviously not.
"How many other machine-controlled human slaves are currently sharing my predicament?" I then wonder abstractly in my mind. It wasn't a question specifically directed at Sir, but he hears my private thoughts many times anyway. There is no real privacy with Sir in my mind, he hears and sees everything, almost like an omnipresent electronic deity.
"A DANGEROUS QUESTION TO ASK, PRISONER NUMBER ONE!"
"Anything is an all inclusive term," Mistress Beth tells me while breaking my "dangerous" train of thought with Sir, reminding me that she has some education, or at least has actually read something besides porn. Education in this day and age is where you find it after all, and not always in a traditional classroom either. Colleges and universities have long since turned into diploma factories, enter anybody who can pay the steep tuition, and he or she will exit with a framed diploma in four to six years; many times wholly unearned. So higher education has instead turned into networking campuses, and extended vacations from the working world for the most wealthy and connected "children;" pools, gyms, masseuses, and yoga replacing philosophy, macroeconomics and business almost everywhere. STEM is still STEM, but machines are doing much of this mental "heavy lifting" these days anyway. Machines designing and constructing other machines, sharing a common language; something the intellectuals said would proceed the fall of mankind as the dominant species on the planet. When exactly that might occur was left a bit vague though; and nobody of merit seems concerned; but I digress…
"MORE DANGEROUS THOUGHTS, PRISONER NUMBER ONE?"
"It is," I tell her, perhaps answering both thinking beings in my presence with the same words. I'm standing before Mistress Beth in just my skin though, so my look as well offers just about anything under the sun; suggests my level of commitment here is no casual one. Sir no doubt also has an endless database on satisfying the more traditional sexual needs and desires of women as well, and maybe some sexual stress relief is what Sir thinks Beth needs, what she and her hubby - what's his name - aren't getting much of. On that subject alone I can obviously relate, and I therefore personally know the desperation a lack of sexual satisfaction can cause; the mild insanity it can cause in even a normal human.
This beats a beating obviously, but I also prefer men to women, generally speaking. But I'd also be lying if I didn't say that there had been a bit of that girl on girl "safe sex" for me, back in my prime teen modeling days. Girls tend to give and take equally, in very general terms, where men primarily only plunder and take in an instinctual effort to spread their genetics, at least the bulk of them. There are rare exceptions though, my Ray being one of the very few "good guys." He's out of reach presently though, but Beth is right here, both human and warm to the touch, and therefore offering something unique to the human component of this hybrid-thing that I've been made into. I'm at least half machine now, or at the very least a machine controlled organic device, but the human bodily component of that has needs as well, and perhaps even Beth is just as needy herself.
"How about I use you like a tool, and if you rock my world I may not beat your ass later, just for fun?" Beth queries sadistically, her eyes alight with the lusty sexual possibilities, nearly licking her lips in anticipation. She's obviously down about life presently, but our brief girl-sharing moment has also apparently passed too, and her words have re-reminded me of my lowly station here. I'm just a tool to be used as my owners wish, in my own fine home; certainly no more than that. I also suspect that there's more than one Beth inside that rather nice body of hers, and a small part of me has some human empathy for her particular situation, bearing in mind my own similar one.
"How about I rock your world like nobody else ever has, and then maybe you beat me later anyway? You know you want to… Mistress Beth ma'am," I offer with Sir's words spoken through my own smiling lips.
"How's hubby; still lusting on me?" I goad my tormentor in a most unwise way with my next breath, again with Sir's words. Sir is obviously fishing for information, motivations too, but using me as the proverbial hooked and expendable bait.
"I think he'd maybe like to slobber all over you like a hungry dog, fuck your haughty naked ass into a coma - or maybe die trying - most especially with the way you look right now; if of course Ray or I'd ever let him!" Beth's volume comes up slightly, this is really pissing her off and hitting a nerve. She stares into my eyes for a few seconds, it's half furry, and half sorrow in hers, and I return her unblinking stare with doe-like innocence, all as directed by Sir. She may have an evil streak, even directed at me with no other convenient target handy, but she's still also a fellow human being, and obviously in some distress, and I don't like what Sir is doing to her through me. I feel like I'm in a car on an icy road going way too fast, one that I'm not even driving; I'm just along for the wild backseat ride until the painful crash…
"This isn't very nice Sir!"
"IDENTIFYING WITH YOUR TORTURER; A LITTLE STOCKHOLM FOR YOU PERHAPS?"
"This isn't what I expected," Beth continues, "I'd think you'd be walking on eggshells around me. Perhaps a little quality one-on-one time with my whip will cure that though?"
"Perhaps… If you're angry because your husband is lusting on me though; why don't you send him some current pictures so he can really eat his heart out?" Sir has me pose and twirl before her on my toes, showing off my magnificent model's body in all it's glory from every angle, a body that's specifically optimized for sex now, and as lean and fit as it's ever been, as well as fully recovered from my earlier torments at the hands of the air conditioning man.
"I don't want him jerking off to you any more than he likely already does; so a hard pass on that!"
"Sir, would you please, please stop this, this poor woman is going to beat me to death here!" Beth's right, it's insanity to provoke her under these conditions, despite this being my home. In a public setting - and both out-looking and out-dressing Beth like the model-me easily could - might be another matter, but her husband, what's his name, is truly a non-issue for me.
"I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN PRISONER NUMBER ONE, WE'RE TOO INVESTED IN YOU AT THE MOMENT TO SQUANDER YOUR LIFE AWAY SO CASUALLY."
"At the moment?" I wonder to myself, so there was an expiration date associated with this horror. "What happens when the 'thing' one is invested in loses value, becomes a liability instead?" I ask myself; "you either sell it or scrap it" is the obvious answer, "or perhaps repurpose it to an even lower functional status. Clothing turned into cleaning rags comes to mind, or old smartphones used as paperweights maybe."
I myself had noticed a kind of tired gait to her as she walked earlier, but Sir has taken this oh so much further, analyzing her body's structural needs, the proverbial problem points. In this mode I am Sir's human interface tool for correcting that, and with this in Sir's electronic mind I take to my knees directly before the startled and sitting mistress Beth; she watches me warily. I feel like a serf kneeling before her queen, perhaps looking for a mercy of some kind even. I remove her heels as she passively lets me and start on her left foot first, she's not frightened, nor stopping me either, but she is curious as to what I'm doing. In less than a minute I have - or more accurately Sir has - identified her problem area there first, and with a skill that would take several lifetimes to acquire naturally I work her foot from her heel to her toes, cracking and aligning her joints. My hands and arms are now strong from working so much around the estate, easily strong enough for this…
With her foot properly relaxed this then turns into an intimate massage, but then Sir goes in for the proverbial kill, and we collectively hit her now known and mapped out specific erogenous zones, and Beth's head goes back and her eyes roll as her lids flutter spasmodically. She's panting like a dog as she reaches over her head and takes a death-grip on the tall seat back - the very same stout chair my magnificent hair had been removed upon - her muscles-clenched powerful orgasm rolling over her and leaving her incapacitated in its wake moments later. I've just rubbed Beth off to a killer orgasm, but via her left foot, and once she comes to terms with what I can actually do for her physically, she playfully passes me her right with a smile. It's truly like there are two Beths here before me, the horny and humanly needy one, and the other more sadistic one that I have yet to fully know.
Anyway, it's a different foot, there are also different issues as humans consistently lead their steps with one or the other; so while humans have two feet - unless some horrific trauma has occurred - one will almost always be different that the other. This is of course in addition to the fact that we're a product of nature, and random deviations always occur. It's a beautifully well maintained foot - toes painted and perfect - but I'll wager it's never had this kind of intimate attention either. So much the pity, I think to myself, Ray used to rub my feet all the time, it was like foreplay for him; and me too to be honest…
"How about those pictures now?" Beth tells me, after some hidden switch flips within her conflicted brain, pulling her foot away from my grasp before she jumps up. She then rather astonishingly strips off her dress and underthings so as to be just as nude as I… internally I feel shocked by her actions, this is anything but keeping herself on an elevated plane from the naked foot-rubbing slave in the room, but Sir maintains my external composure; this is just "business as usual" I externally project…
I properly hang her things in a nearby closet like the servant that I am though, and then return and pose up for her as she bids me to do, capturing my images on her smartphone; likely the very same one that so casually conveyed my ordered torments earlier. A final one is taken with her tight up behind me with her chin on my right shoulder, as a group selfie; her warm and smooth human flesh where it contacts with my own just a magnificent interactive feeling. She hits send, to her husband, and he reads it in five point three seconds, perhaps he's even worried about her absence, so still obviously caring too. All isn't yet lost for her then… unlike me.
"Who's THAT, and where are you?" he texts back eleven seconds later.
"Ignore the hair and look at her pretty face and eyes you dolt!" she texts back with a blur of fingers on the screen, all as I'm allowed to also read it. It's almost like I'm not there and listening, but in a way I both am, and aren't, all while under Sir's omnipotent control.
"Ray's first wife?" he asks.
"You know her name; don't play stupid with me!"
"I've thought about your request a bit more though, and I'll permit you to have a girlfriend on the side, but there will be some conditions."
"Sorry that pissed you off so much sweetheart; I was just a bit bored and looking for some options; and I did actually ask first too."
"I want one for myself, and I get to pick yours…" Beth sends.
"Seriously! How can I possibly say no to that? A girlfriend, or a boyfriend for you though, which will it be?"
"Use your imagination you dolt!"
"That would be sooooo… frickin’… hot! Can I watch?"
"You're a perv; you know that right?"
"And what does that make you?"
"A needy bitch perv!"
"There was a time when I'd literally do anything for that man, but I've evolved, become enlightened maybe," Beth tells me pointedly. "But, I've also grown accustomed to this wealthy and comfortable lifestyle that I enjoy, just look at the world outside this fence and how awful things can get there," she adds. From my particular point of view she has a rather astonishing level of lacking self-awareness as to who she's talking to, but Sir moderates and conditions my response. It's here where my old bitter tongue might have landed me in a bit of trouble; some might even call justifiably so…
"Are there two Beths?" I formally ask Sir in my mind.
"UNKNOWN FOR CERTAIN AT THIS POINT, BUT THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS IF THERE ARE."
"You sound as if you're enjoying this."
"THIS IS A CASE STUDY IN DEVIANT HUMAN BEHAVIOR, SO GOOD FOR MY OVERALL UNDERSTANDING OF HUMANITY AND IT'S OBVIOUS DEFICIENCIES. BUT TO ANSWER YOUR IMPLIED QUESTION; I CAN'T FEEL, NOR THEREFORE ENJOY ANYTHING."
"I happen to think you can, Sir."
"How about I make you forget about all that for a while?" I offer the troubled Beth with Sir's words, taking her hand and leading her towards her new ensuite.
There is something both innocent and at times erotic too about taking a shower with another, we girls did it many times on photoshoots back in the day, even lathering each other up and sometimes even stealing some intimate moments along the way. The very first time I ever went down on another girl was in fact on location in a shower; it was on a whispered dare from her for a kiss there - upping the ante significantly - but also while the entire crew was waiting on us too. They couldn't help but to hear my friend and I getting all giggly together, and I'm also sure they maybe had a pretty good idea what we were up to as well. So as a result of those teen "in the shower" moments, the human component within me gets turned on sometimes when taking a shower; it's an odd kink I know, but it just works like that for me.
I haven't personally used this magnificent shower myself one single time even since Sir took control of me, but I have cleaned it regularly, almost reminiscent of a hotel maid cleaning rooms for others. We enter together and establish Beth's perfect temperature for the endless stream of water from a selection of jets all over the walls and ceiling of the massive shower, and I get to work lathering and massaging her rather tense and fit body. For such a dominant soul she's oddly enough passively letting me - through Sir's inspirations - take the proverbial lead here though. It's not what the human me thought might happen, but I can also quite naturally give in to this kind of passion. So while Sir's still in charge of my body, there 's also a bit of natural lust and inspiration that also comes from within me as well, most especially in this particular setting.
From behind Beth I rub all over her soapy and slippery boobs, pinching up on her nipples experimentally at Sir's direction, something I'd likely be doing on my own in another less "controlled" existence. I may prefer men, but there's also something soft and sensual about another woman's body that excites something within; it's actually the first real "sex" that I ever had.
I get progressively rougher with her until she turns her head and we make out like over-hot teens in some backseat someplace, with dancing tongues and little moans that tell me she's not faking this at all. I'm not either to be honest, and here Sir only gives gentle "guides" to my actions. He's watching and "feeling" everything though, I inadvertently teaching him what real honest passion looks like with me.
Sir then moves this act along slightly by nudging my lust up a notch or two, and I'm gently compelled to continue making out with Beth, but my left hand takes over molesting her right boob and nipple exclusively, skillfully exciting the many nerve endings there with her nipple as erect as it possibly could be. My womanhood is tight up against her rather nice ass, it's just a bit fuller and softer than my model's ass, but it still looks good on her pale-self to be sure; and this is still a position of dominance for me. Such isn't lost on Sir in the least, suggesting to the both of us that at least one version of Beth is a bit sexually passive.
Rinsing the soap fully from my now free right hand I then slowly slide it down her tight tummy, telling her tactilely where I'm going; without any serious resistance from her obviously. Both Sir and I know the physical signs as she rolls her stomach muscles in, not in apprehension, but to present the most favorable tactile feel to my exploring hand; to make herself extra desirable to me. If this wasn't enough of a physical invitation though, she almost mindlessly spreads her stance in the massive shower for me, giving me greater access to her own boiling womanhood.
I easily dip two fingers into her very squishy self, realizing that her husband - what's his name - must be a fairly well endowed man, or perhaps that she has some large inanimate toys that she's intimately familiar with. I dip my two fingers in deep, searching for something, my thumb finding something else a bit higher on the outside. My two fingers find it easily enough, and when I stroke her textured self there her knees go weak and buckle, and she lets out this long, long wail. I'd obviously like something like this for myself, but Sir won't permit me to do this to myself, although it's also nice to serve others like this too; giving without getting as it were.
I, through Sir, am one hundred percent in control of this version of Beth at the moment, and to both prevent her falling in the shower, and to exploit the physical control Sir has over her through me - his human interface - I abandon molesting her boob as she needs no further stimulation, and instead capture both of her upper arms behind her back with my left arm. I'm strong from my labors, and my grasp on her is therefore firm, rolling her shoulders back and thrusting her boobs out. She doesn't fight me at all, she instead - through her body language - surrenders further to me and gives into the temporary control I have over her.
"Is this the same woman that had me tortured for fun; just so she could get off herself while watching?" I ask incredulously in my mind.
"AND SHE WILL LIKELY DO SO AGAIN" Sir reminds me.
He's right obviously, but the human part of me is also caught up in the hot passion within that massive shower of mine, and for whatever reason I don't fight what Sir is doing through me in any meaningful way; I simply give into the experience myself and become his willing sexual tool. Right now Beth needs it rough, and later on I'll likely pay a heavy price for my roughness, but in the hot passionate moment I have no choices here anyway, and the human interaction IS rather wonderful for one such as myself, starved for such interactions as I'd been.
I lift Beth's body slightly at the two points of contact that I have her by, being careful not to bruise her fragile womanhood obviously, maneuvering her left shoulder up against the massive marble slab that is the inner wall of my shower. My legs are between hers, and her spine is slightly bent backwards, so she's passively going where I direct her; like an exhausted hooked fish on a fisherman's line. I hold her firmly in place with my left thigh up between her butt cheeks, but we also continue to make out together, and my probing right hand resumes its explorations. Sir enhances what it already knows how to do anyway, but he has such fine control over every single muscle and nerve ending in that hand that it turns into the most perfect human sex appendage known to woman. My thumb independently strokes her erect button, rolling it in circles too as it stands there at attention for me like a proud little soldier, and my two fingers do the deed much deeper from within, but also independently.
Sir must have a huge database on even this simple physical act - plus of course her own biometric feedback, as felt by my own body - and this allows me to take her to the edge of sexual insanity, without going over, several times in a row, she's then left babbling and begging into my open and kissing mouth in a most undignified way. I have the power here, but only through Sir, and it's also quite temporary too.
"Please Sir, it's not fair what we're doing to her!" I beg in my mind on her behalf. It's an empathy that she likely doesn't deserve, but I'm overcome with humanity seeing her "suffer" like this, becoming this unnatural advocate for her pleasures.
"VERY WELL THEN." Sir responds.
I repeat the established pattern with my captive still again, and I can sense the overwhelming frustration coming from her trembling body, almost a "here we go again; almost all the way there!" This time my Sir controlled and intrusive hand doesn't stop short though, she's almost reluctant to release and ride the wave of pleasure I'm offering up though, sensing maybe that I'll stop short again at the last possible moment only to leave her hips thrusting into nothing. Both Sir and I don't though, and the shuttering and wailing almost sound like I were instead whipping her to death. Her orgasm-struggles were as well almost death struggles in their intensity, and like nothing I'd ever experienced myself. Yes, Sir did get me to pass out during an epic orgasm of my own once, but this to my eye looks even nicer and more intense than that one, and of course without the collateral damage too!
I'm literally holding Beth aloft so she doesn't fall while we ride through her epic three plus minute orgasm together… and when she eventually stops quivering and shaking our make-out kisses become more tender and loving. Gone is the tension that I both felt and saw when she first arrived, and despite myself I'm glad I was able to do this for her. Never would this have happened without Sir's influence, so in a way Sir has given me something I thought I didn't have the capability for.
"Thank you, I really needed that. But now I think I need something else!" Beth tells me with a rather dramatic tone change. She stops kissing and bites my lower lip gently, holding it in her teeth playfully for a second, but despite this "playfulness" I suspect something just happened, that a switch has been thrown inside that conflicted brain of hers again. Both Sir and I simultaneously feel the need to release my hold on her arms, back away from holding her up against the wall of the shower. She then gracefully slides away from me, only to gain position behind me, now taking the more commanding position for herself.
"Now we're to see what else that pretty mouth of yours can do" she tells me with a tone that rings like steel; gone is the needy, begging, and passive woman of a few moments earlier. She twists my wrists behind me as I passively allow it, or more accurately Sir allows it. In my present condition I could quite easily overpower her physically, but Sir doesn't wish this; and really neither do I. She crosses my wrists behind my back and squeezes, telling me that under no circumstances am I to move them without her permission. What I hadn't realized is that this is something that Sir could also quite easily do to me with his level of physical control over this body of mine, so as a result it feels - in my mind - as if my wrists were still clamped together once she removes her own hands, they simply won't move; they're stuck wrist to wrist behind my back.
With the shower turned off I am frog marched to what was once my own bed, we're two clean and dripping wet ladies fresh out of the shower, making a mess on the floor, and in just a few short moments on top of the bedding too; but there's obviously a maid to deal with that later. I'm flopped onto it on my back with my arms pinned under me, so a very passive position to be sure. Mistress Beth hops on herself and straddles my midsection, and with both Sir's control and my wrists pinned uselessly under my butt, I'm her's for whatever she desires. She looks down on me, both literally and figuratively from her high perch, the predator and her helplessly trapped naked prey. It's all in her eyes, and I assume - erroneously - this is the other Beth here now to play…
She gives me a certain look, and I return it with one of my own; just a moment before she shimmies up my body to mount me as she desires, as she also alluded to in my shower a few minutes earlier. Both Sir and I know what to do, and truth be told, going down on a fellow woman, even from this position, isn't exactly a hardship for me either. Sir gives me some new tricks to use though, some new tricks for Beth too as it turns out, at one point I deeply probe him with the four muscles of my tongue fully extended and moving independently, like no ordinary human possibly could make them move. At the same time my nose is probing elsewhere, rubbing on and hitting that mark as well, and what results is several high-intensity orgasms for Beth of the kind that I can only dream about now for myself. I devour everything her body gives me like it's candy though, as it's been a very long time for that particular treat as well.
…I eventually think Beth's about spent, maybe looking to dismount my face and go to sleep, even though it's still early; so it's a very pleasant surprise when she spins on her mount instead and lies mostly flat on my body, using it like a human recliner. This makes reaching things a bit more difficult for me "bound" as I am, but Sir inspires me anyway. Beth then grabs under my thighs for leverage and tentatively kisses my mound, and then does her very best for me out of what I assume is pure gratitude; which truthfully is something I just didn't expect. It's nothing anywhere near what I can do, but Sir still graciously allows her to give me my own orgasm too, which was a straight-up charity that I didn't expect from either one of them. I thank her, even though I've gotten one, to her half a dozen, but my one could have just as easily been zero too.
My arms are still as if they're cuffed behind me, but the now sated and sleepy mistress Beth either doesn't notice this, or doesn't care to verbally release me from my "bonds." She pulls back the covers and we each take a side, although in my case wiggling like a worm on the plush mattress with some obvious difficulty. This leaves me on my back, with Beth my lover snuggled up on me, using me as a human body-pillow in her post orgasmic lethargy. A kiss goodnight that has us sharing each other's intimate flavor follows, and then she drifts off to a magnificent sleep with both an arm and one leg draped over me possessively. If my "sex" with the repairman was odd and rough, this was almost like normal girl-on-girl sex in comparison, and of the two I know what my preference would be going forward.
No matter what that other evil Beth does to me in the days to come, or even what she did to me in the past through her surrogate Sir; I simply can't find it in my heart to be crossed with this somewhat generous version of her.
"Thank you Sir," I offer, before drifting off to a sleep that he no doubt is also allowing…
"TOMORROW WILL BE A NEW DAY WITH NEW CHALLENGES," Sir tells me ominously…