i hope You had a fun day today.
i am jealous of all these adventurous things You get to do. i always wonder when it comes to Doms- why do i have to be me while they get to be them? there is that saying "i would not be a slave, so i will not be anyone's master." well, Doms get to say "i would not be a slave and i will also savor keeping someone in total servitude and bondage to me."
i guess that is sort of a logical thing to say. and it makes me happy anyways to belong to You like this. when You said that coquette equals me, i didn't want to accept that. it is strange. i would probably dislike being molested by my stepfather if i were 18. not that i know what molestation or a step father feels like. but there are many elements of the story that do come from my own inclinations.
coquette's trouble with remaining silent through her pleasure when she is used is much like mine. i guess the essence of coquette's erotic mind set is shared by me although since she is a fictional character with no real sense of emotional consequences, i can fantasize about all sorts of things i might not like through her. or at least things i think i would not like.
where was the story? here is part 2:
"...coquette dressed herself in street clothes and followed her master into a horse drawn buggy. as they drove further and further away from home, she began to worry. would master send her away? had she been insufficiently grateful or derelict in her servitude to his cock? she ran all her mistakes through her head, wishing desperately to ask for punishment for them now...before it was too late. the buggy stopped in front of a sign, "madame theresa's parlor."
coquette felt nervous, but reminded herself that she must always trust her master's judgment. it was he who provided her discipline by making decisions for her. she followed him in to the parlor to find a tall woman with a stiff black dress. the woman looked like a strict school marm or a librarian- the type of woman that always found coquette too much trouble. she shuddered. was she being sent to a school?
the woman spoke to coquette's stepfather in a low stern voice, "mr. kensington, your offer is unorthodox, but as i suggested last week, we will consider it."
he tipped his hat, "madame theresa, i am sure you will find this arrangement worthwhile." so the woman was the madame theresa referred to on the sign. coquette suddenly blushed, recalling where she was less than an hour ago- on her knees and collared, sucking master's cock. her slut nature was dying to come out, even now- in the presence of the strict looking older woman, but surely any such gesture would embarrass master.madame theresa circled coquette and looked discriminatingly at her, as one would look when inspecting vegetables for rot.
she nodded her head, "smooth skin, supple body. young. yes, very young. can't be more than...18?"he affirmed her estimation.
"mr. kensington, i will take coquette back for further investigation."
he waved his hand, unconcerned and coquette followed into a back room. her eyes widened as she entered- the room was furnished with colorful persian rugs and teek wood furniture form the orient, but also with strange contraptions- devices reminiscent of medieval dungeons.
madame theresa immediately gave coquette an order, "remove your clothes."she blushed. would a woman really speak so brashly to another? out of surprise and shyness, coquette didn't move as madame theresa walked towards her and slapped her face.
she spoke with cold fury, "mr. kensington has informed me that you are a natural born slut of the lewdest caliber. don't be insolent. take your dress off."
master told her? well it was true. master was an upright and honest man. coquette obliged her and quickly stripped the dress off and left it beside her on the floor. madame theresa crossed her arms and pronounced another stern order, "show me your pussy."
coquette was already nude. she turned to face the woman straight on, blushing. she had hardly known madame theresa for five minutes and already she was willingly exposing her private regions to her. coquette felted shocked by the extend of her own slut nature, but also aroused when madame theresa brought it out in her. madame theresa grimaced and shook her head. "that is an insolent way to show your pussy. now turn around, spread your legs and bend over while pushing your arse back and grab your ankles, slut. i said i want to see your pussy."
oh, how stupid of her. of course. she should have known to keep her legs spread and how to keep her body properly exposed. master always had her strain her body in the most accessible ways. madame theresa walked behind coquette and began to feel the wetness growing around her labia. "yes. i can see you become sopping wet already. you need to be exposed like this. serving your betters with your fuckholes is the only force that can drive you- the only way you can feel complete."
"yes..," coquette whispered, hypnotized by the profound truths madame theresa spoke. madame theresa slapped her ass, hard.
"you will address me as mistress. say 'yes mistress.'"
coquette hurried to answer, "yes mistress, i live to serve master with my fuckholes."
madame theresa continued fingering coquette's sopping pussy and mused, "and now your master has deemed that you will serve him by earning money which will buy him comfort and entertainment; and you will do this by serving our clients with your fuckholes... if we deem you worthy of the task."
if...what if they didn't find her worthy? coquette shuddered at the thought of disappointing her master. he brought her to the parlor and intended that she display herself as a true slut. she couldn't fail.
she owed him this obedience. madame theresa continued, still fingering coquette, "respectable girls are fit for care at a convent or even finishing school. natural whores belong in whorehouses. if you impress me as a trainable slut, then you will trained here and you will learn to become the most perfected fucktoy. our slaves command the highest price in london and we are highly selective in what we take."
coquette tried very hard to be quiet despite her arousal. she needed to concentrate and earn her place as a prize coveted slut in order to please master. as she focused, her stepfather entered with an elder gentleman who walked with a thin black cane in one and and a leather leash in the other. behind him, a petite girl with thick tresses of blonde hair, braided and curled all over, followed him on her hands and knees- crawling like an animal. coquette felt instantly jealous upon seeing the crawling girl's attire- she wore only a black dog collar and a corset that extended from below her breasts to her pelvis. no dress, just a working girl's corset- fit for hard labor and bending unlike an aristocrat's corset. how her curves were so accented- the corset cruelly kept the girl's lithe body constricted while making sure her desirable flesh looked plump and accentuated.
the elder man spoke to her stepfather, "this is svetlana, our newest acquisition. she was sold to us by a russian prince. he comes here from time to time for business and wanted a girl ready for him during his visits. she will serve other clients during the remainder of the year."
mr. kensington placed his foot in front of her, but svetlana remained still, looking confused. the elder gentleman explained further, "she has not been trained yet. she is exceptional in beauty, but in severe need of a strong hand."
madame theresa clasped her hands together before pushing coquette to the ground. "if you two sluts are to be trained at the same time, you must show you can work together. coquette, pull svetlana's mouth towards you and kiss her deeply." coquette scrambled to obey the order, crawling rapidly to svetlana. she roughly pulled svetlana into her, devouring her sweet mouth.
madame theresa continued, "now move your lips down along her body. lick her nipples. suck them. yes, that's it." coquette stuffed as much of svetlana's large breast into her mouth as possible and then worked the nipple with her tongue. madame theresa pulled coquette's mouth away by pulling her by the hair. she twisted it in her hand as coquette winced in pain.
madame theresa spoke sternly, "the object is not to please svetlana. she is only a slave. her pleasure means nothing unless i say it does. your goal is to give us a show. so show your tongue when you suck. and bite her nipples on occasion to hurt her."
coquette immediately went to work as mistress ordered, making sure to dart her tongue seductively all over svetlana's tits. "enough. move your mouth down to her pussy. taste her."
coquette could not believe her ears. taste another woman? another slut? surely her tongue was meant only to please cock? but coquette felt compelled to stick her tongue in the pussy- she wanted desperately to please master and the perverse act quickly intrigued her. wet cunt juice. it was as if she could taste her own cunt. she hoped very much that master was enjoying the show.
madame theresa questioned coquette, "is she wet?"
"yes mistress. svetlana is a wet slut."madame theresa reveled in sinister laughter. "ha! here this girl tries pathetically to keep her body frigid- ignorant of the kind of creature she is, but there she is dripping cum into a young slut's mouth in front of all of us."
madame theresa stepped beside svetlana and cruelly pinched her nipple, "little slut, you'll forget your ridiculous pride soon enough. coquette, dig your tongue into svetlana. wiggle it. make svetlana so aroused that she can no longer pretend she is anything but our slut, meant to be used as we deem fit." coquette did so, becoming more and more wet as she zealously lapped at svetlana's wet cunt, like a hungry animal.
"and keep yourself properly displayed while you lick. you can't possibly believe you are worth any modesty. bring your knees besides your fat tits. show everyone your pussy again." coquette forced her knees as far back as possible, making sure everyone could fully view her extremely wet pussy lips.the elder gentleman walked towards coquette and pushed the tip of his cane into her pussy.
he chuckled, "incredibly wet. it's remarkable."
madame theresa added, "you were certainly accurate in your description, mr. kensington. a definite natural born slut."
the three onlookers watched for a few more minutes as coquette brought svetlana's corsetted body to uncontrollable writhing. madame theresa turned to coquette's step father and looked pensive for a moment before speaking, "we do buy almost all our slaves, but at least for the duration of coquette's training, we will accept a leasing arrangement."
"excellent", he said as he extended his hand to shake. madame theresa looked back at the girls, both exhausted and announced, "we will begin training immediately..."
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