through her posed nudity and Gemma juddered involuntarily but managed to force herself not to pull back.
"Better," the woman commented, "Now we will try a little more," and Gemma gasped as both her nipples were captured.
"Very good, slavegirl. No, keep quite still," and Gemma bit her lip, trying desperately to control the arousal spreading outwards from her hardening nipples...and failing! Slow coils of warmth circled in her belly as the arousal continued and a soft whimper came from her throat as her breasts swelled to the gentle stimulation.
"Excellent. That will do for now," and Gemma trembled with frustration as the hands were taken from her body.
Dammit, she thought to herself, it wasn't fair to turn her on like that and not finish the job! Then her face flushed as she realised the implications of her thoughts. Just a few days before she would have been horrified at the idea of a woman, a stranger, caressing her breasts, but now she was angry because she hadn't been made to climax! It was a salutary demonstration of the effectiveness of the training she was being given and she gulped to the realisation that she was becoming the slavegirl she had vowed never to be. The trouble was that she was starting to like it! Not the strict discipline and the punishment, of course, but the frequent stimulation and the increasing responsiveness of her body. Even, though she would never admit it, the bondage and the helplessness it imposed upon her. Tied up and defenceless, she had no control and couldn't be blamed even by herself, if she got carried away by the strength of the passions she was forced to display.
"Kneel up straight, slavegirl. I want to cuff your ankles."
Obediently, Gemma straightened and brought her feet together and felt her ankles clipped side by side.
"Squat on your heels, knees spread. Good."
Her arms were pulled out behind her and attached to her ankle cuffs, securing her and angling her backwards so that she got an unrestricted view of her own breasts and the wide "V" of her thighs, topped with her curly bush of dark pubic hair.
"Open your mouth."
Expecting a normal leather gag, she was taken by surprise when a ring of steel was pressed between her jaws and wedged behind her teeth, its thin strap stretching the corners of her mouth. It held her mouth wide open and though she shook her head, she couldn't dislodge it or close her jaws.
She didn't understand what it was for...until Roxwell moved to stand in front of her and unzipped his trousers! His erection sprang free, directly on a level with Gemma's face and her face glowed crimson as she realised what he required of her. She had never, ever, pleasured a man in that way, not even Mike and she shook her head resolutely. She absolutely would not do it.
To her horror, she felt a crop tap her right buttock and twisted her head up and back.
Her Mistress stared down at her, eyes alight with malicious delight. "Oh yes you will, slavegirl," she chuckled, "One way or the other," and she flexed her riding crop and sent it whistling through the air.
Roxwell's strong hands gripped Gemma's head as she groaned as her forced her to turn back to face him, the ring behind her teeth holding her mouth in a stretched "O"
Unable to prevent it, Gemma spluttered as his maleness entered her mouth, his hands clamped around her head and stopping from drawing back. His scent filled her nostrils, a mixture of musk and sweat which was actually not unpleasant, but Gemma was mortified and continued to struggle as best she could.
"Hhuunnghh!" the muffled cry was torn from Gemma's throat as a cruelly hard cut from her Mistress's crop sent blistering heat spearing into her buttocks. Far worse, though, was Gemma's utter despair as her instinctive lunge forward and away from the pain, forced Roxwell's iron hard erection deeper into her mouth, her soft lips rasping against the coarse curls of his pubic hair and her
"Better," the woman commented, "Now we will try a little more," and Gemma gasped as both her nipples were captured.
"Very good, slavegirl. No, keep quite still," and Gemma bit her lip, trying desperately to control the arousal spreading outwards from her hardening nipples...and failing! Slow coils of warmth circled in her belly as the arousal continued and a soft whimper came from her throat as her breasts swelled to the gentle stimulation.
"Excellent. That will do for now," and Gemma trembled with frustration as the hands were taken from her body.
Dammit, she thought to herself, it wasn't fair to turn her on like that and not finish the job! Then her face flushed as she realised the implications of her thoughts. Just a few days before she would have been horrified at the idea of a woman, a stranger, caressing her breasts, but now she was angry because she hadn't been made to climax! It was a salutary demonstration of the effectiveness of the training she was being given and she gulped to the realisation that she was becoming the slavegirl she had vowed never to be. The trouble was that she was starting to like it! Not the strict discipline and the punishment, of course, but the frequent stimulation and the increasing responsiveness of her body. Even, though she would never admit it, the bondage and the helplessness it imposed upon her. Tied up and defenceless, she had no control and couldn't be blamed even by herself, if she got carried away by the strength of the passions she was forced to display.
"Kneel up straight, slavegirl. I want to cuff your ankles."
Obediently, Gemma straightened and brought her feet together and felt her ankles clipped side by side.
"Squat on your heels, knees spread. Good."
Her arms were pulled out behind her and attached to her ankle cuffs, securing her and angling her backwards so that she got an unrestricted view of her own breasts and the wide "V" of her thighs, topped with her curly bush of dark pubic hair.
"Open your mouth."
Expecting a normal leather gag, she was taken by surprise when a ring of steel was pressed between her jaws and wedged behind her teeth, its thin strap stretching the corners of her mouth. It held her mouth wide open and though she shook her head, she couldn't dislodge it or close her jaws.
She didn't understand what it was for...until Roxwell moved to stand in front of her and unzipped his trousers! His erection sprang free, directly on a level with Gemma's face and her face glowed crimson as she realised what he required of her. She had never, ever, pleasured a man in that way, not even Mike and she shook her head resolutely. She absolutely would not do it.
To her horror, she felt a crop tap her right buttock and twisted her head up and back.
Her Mistress stared down at her, eyes alight with malicious delight. "Oh yes you will, slavegirl," she chuckled, "One way or the other," and she flexed her riding crop and sent it whistling through the air.
Roxwell's strong hands gripped Gemma's head as she groaned as her forced her to turn back to face him, the ring behind her teeth holding her mouth in a stretched "O"
Unable to prevent it, Gemma spluttered as his maleness entered her mouth, his hands clamped around her head and stopping from drawing back. His scent filled her nostrils, a mixture of musk and sweat which was actually not unpleasant, but Gemma was mortified and continued to struggle as best she could.
"Hhuunnghh!" the muffled cry was torn from Gemma's throat as a cruelly hard cut from her Mistress's crop sent blistering heat spearing into her buttocks. Far worse, though, was Gemma's utter despair as her instinctive lunge forward and away from the pain, forced Roxwell's iron hard erection deeper into her mouth, her soft lips rasping against the coarse curls of his pubic hair and her
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