Chapter 3
It was then that Betty saw the cloth coming over her face. She could not see anything. That cloth was being held to her face very firmly and she could smell the STRONG scent of chemicals.
That was the last thing she remembered. The world opened into an abyss and Betty fell in. She lost consciousness. She had no idea ho long she was under. It could have been days.
When she woke she found herself in an underground torture chamber, chained to the wall with her arms over her head.
"Where am I? Where am I?" the beautiful housewife said.
"You are in another world, woman," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am Mistress Felicia. You are to be my slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Nooooooo, please. What are you going to do to me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am going to abuse you in unimaginable ways," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh my God, please have mercy on me," the beautiful housewife said.
"Mercy? Ha, I do not even know the meaning of the word," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I cannot feel anything in my arms," the beautiful housewife said.
"That is because of the way you are bound," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Will you please let my arms down?" the beautiful housewife said.
"No, not until you have ben whipped, slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Whipped?"
"That's right."
"Slave?"
"Now and forever."
"Oh God-"
"God is not here. Just me and you," the dominatrix bitch said. "Please-"
"And I am the Mistress of Satan himself," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What, what are you going to whip me with," the naked woman said.
"I am coming to whip you with a riding crop," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh no, not a riding crop!" the beautiful housewife said.
"Yes, the riding crop, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"They will chew up my flesh!" the beautiful housewife said.
"Your screams will be wonderful," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Wonderful? How can you say that?" the beautiful housewife said.
"Easy. I really am a sadist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh, this must be a nightmare," the beautiful housewife said.
"Yes, a nightmare from which you will never wake," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I cannot believe this is happening to me," the beautiful housewife said.
"Do you know what a riding crop is?" the dominatrix bitch said. "Yes."
"You tell me what it is, slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"It is a horse whip, right?" the beautiful housewife said.
"That's right, just like the jockeys use out at the flats to whip the shit out of their mounts," the dominatrix bitch said.
"But won't it mark human flesh upon impact?" the beautiful housewife said.
"Sweetheart, that is the whole idea," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh, noooooooooo," the beautiful housewife said.
"I'm afraid so sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" the beautiful housewife said.
"I am going to make pretty designs on your body," the dominatrix bitch said.
"After you have whipped me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I will release the chains that hold your arms," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I think getting whipped will be worth it," the beautiful housewife said.
"I think you are going to learn to love the whip," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Why, why do you say that, Mistress Felicia?" the beautiful housewife said.
"I have heard tell that you are a masochist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"You must have heard about my burned flesh," the beautiful housewife said.
"I heard that you were reamed until practically paralyzed," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, it is all coming back to me now. The Negro man-" the beautiful housewife said.
"My agent. Actually a Harvard Law School Graduate," the dominatrix bitch said.
"So, I guess you know that I dig the pain of sex," the beautiful housewife said.
"I know that you dig painful sex, yes," the dominatrix bitch said.
"That's what I meant, I think," the beautiful housewife said.
"Would you like to know more about my riding crop?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Yes."
"It was sent to me by a personal friend of mind from England."
"Very nice."
"Can you tell what it is made out of?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"The outside looks like it is made of black leather," the beautiful housewife said.
"That's right. But do you know what is inside the whip? Do you know what makes it crack?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"What?"
"You don't know, sweetheart?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"I haven't got the vaguest," the beautiful housewife said.
"It is bamboo, bamboo imported from China!" Mistress Felicia said.
"Amazing," the sexual submissive said with wide eyes.
"Now you are going to feel its sting!" the dominatrix bitch said.
Betty heard the whistle of the whip moving through the air.
"TAKE THE MOTHERFUCKING WHIP RIGHT ACROSS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING KNOCKERS, SCUMGIRL!" the dominatrix bitch said.
CRACK!
SMACK!
WHACK!
CRACK!
"OW WWW WW WW! OWWWWWWW!
OWWWWWWWW! YOU ARE MAKING IT HURT SO BAD, YOU ARE MAKING IT HURT SO BAD, AARRGGHH, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE PAIN, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE PAIN, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWW, THE AGONY, I CANNOT BELIEVE THE INTENSITY OF THE AGONY. I CAN FEEL THE MOTHER-FUCKING RIDING CROP COMING DOWN AGAIN AND AGAIN AGAINST MY TITS. OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MY TITS BEING THOROUGHLY RAVAGED BY THE LEATHER AND BAMBOO HORSE WHIP, I CAN SEE THROUGH MY TEAR-FILLED EYES THAT MY KNOCKERS ARE BECOMING BEAUTIFULLY STRIPED WITH THE ANGRY RED WELTS THAT ARE SPAWNED WITH EACH OF YOUR SUPER-SADISTIC BLOWS, MISTRESS FELICIA. OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, NOW I CAN FEEL THE WHIP COMING DOWN RIGHT AGAINST MY NIPPLE, I CAN FEEL THE WHIP COMING DOWN FIRST AGAINST ONE NIPPLE AND THEN AGAINST THE OTHER. OHHHHHHH, I CAN SEE THAT MY NIPPLES ARE SWELLING GROSSLY IMMEDIATELY. I CAN SEE THAT THE NIPPLE ARE ALREADY STARTING TO DISCOLOR. I CAN SEE THAT THE NIPPLES ARE ALREADY STARTING TO TURN BLACK AND BLUE. I CAN SEE THE WELTS MAKING CRISSCROSSING PATTERNS ON MY BOOBS, OHHHHHHHH, THE AGONY IS SO MOTHER FUCKING ACUTE!" the beautiful housewife said.
"I love to whip tits!" Mistress Felicia proclaimed happily.
There were tears staining Betty's pretty face up and down her cheeks.
"You have hurt me very badly," the beautiful housewife said.
"How do your tits feel now that I have stopped whipping them?"
"They feel swollen and I feel them throbbing," the beautiful housewife said.
"Can you still feel the sharp pain in them?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"No, the sharpest of the pain has faded away," the beautiful housewife said.
"That is good. What do you feel now?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"I feel a dull throbbing, an ache," the beautiful housewife said.
"Right. That ache, it resembled the ache of lust?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"Very much so, now that you mention it," Betty exclaimed.
"That is what I am going to teach you," the sexual sadist said.
"What are you going to teach me?" the sexual submissive asked.
"I am going to teach you that pain and pleasure are one and the same thing, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!
Mistress Felicia whipped across the fiat plane of Betty's belly a few times-just for the fun of it. Just for kicks.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" the beautiful housewife said.
"I sure am having a good time," the dominatrix bitch said.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" the sexual submissive screamed.
Then Mistress Felicia released the cuffs that held Betty's arms in place against the stone wall to the underground torture chamber above the sexual sub-missive's head.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife collapsed to the packed dirt floor.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave wept with her feeling of helplessness and hopelessness and despair.
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient could feel the numbness wearing off in her tits.
She could feel the pain returning.
Betty became aware, for the first time really, of just how severely her breasts had been ravaged by Mistress Felicia's riding crop.
"I can feel myself getting sexually aroused, sweetheart," the bitch said.
"Oh?" the beautiful housewife said.
Betty lifted her head. Her face was more severely stained with tears than ever. Mistress Felicia could see that the sexual submissive's eyes were all red and swollen. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could see that the discoloration of Betty's nipples was getting worse with each passing second also.
"I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal pumping downward in my body," Mistress Felicia exclaimed.
"I think I know what that means," the sexual submissive said.
"Each and every drop of that hot blood is heading for the pink delta between my legs," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, it is as I suspected," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel my pussy swelling, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I have a feeling that I know where this is leading," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel all of the mucous membranes between my thighs getting a little bit larger with each passing second. I can feel both my inner and outer cunt lips growing. I can tell that it is not going to be very long at all before all of the pink tissues between my finely tapered thighs are every bit as swollen as they can possibly get."
"I see."
"I can feel the little glands up inside my pussy starting to secrete their natural lubrication. Oooooh, yeah."
"Your cunt-"
"Yes?"
"It is getting moist?"
"Yes."
"Mine too," Betty said. "I don't care."
"Oh."
"We are discussing my cunt."
"Sorry."
"My cunt is damp."
"I am glad."
"But it will not stay damp for long," Mistress Felicia said. "No?"
"Nope. It will not be just moist for long," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?" Betty said, tilting her pretty head to one side a bit.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife tried to climb to her feet.
"My legs, my legs feel so weak," the beautiful housewife said.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave got part way up and collapsed back down.
"Do not try to get up, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?"
"Stay down there. You will be useful down there," the dominatrix bitch said. "Okay."
"What was I saying? Ah, yes, my pussy will not be just moist before long," Mistress Felicia exclaimed happily.
"What will it be?"
"My pussy is going to be SOAKING WET with my natural lubrication, sweetheart," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"I can feel my clitoris swelling, just like the rest of my cunt."
"Yes."
"I can feel the love button getting so large that it is pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covers it," the dominatrix bitch said. "Ummmmmmmm."
"I can feel my clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by my growing little man in the boat," Mistress Felicia said.
"I see."
"I can feel the clit getting larger and larger, and increasingly sensitive too," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I'll bet," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel my natural lubrication pooling at the mouth of my cunt hole," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can see it," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel the juice from my womanly fruit accumulating at the base of my poontang slash," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can see that the juice is gathering in between your protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips," the beautiful housewife said.
"That's right," Mistress Felicia concurred wholeheartedly.
"I bet it won't be very long at all before the juice from your pussy starts to spill right out of your poontang," the beautiful housewife said.
"Nope, I bet it won't be very long at all," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Soon the juice is going to be streaming down the insides of your thighs, Mistress Felicia," Betty said with awe in her voice. The thoroughly masochistic housewife was impressed. The outrageously good-looking sex slave could not take her eyes off of the sexual sadist's snatch. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient was obsessed with watching the sexual sadist's cunt at the moment that it began to drool its natural lubrication down the insides of Mistress Felicia's finely tapered thighs, just like sticky nectar oozing from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach.
"You know what I want," Mistress Felicia said in a whisper.
"I have a sneaking suspicion," the beautiful housewife said.
"Tell me, tell me what I want," Mistress Felicia said.
"I will tell you what you need," the sexual submissive said.
"Yes, tell me what I need," the dominatrix bitch said.
"You need to have your cunt eaten, Mistress Felicia, right?"
"Yes, I need to have my pussy eaten badly," Mistress Felicia said.
"I assume you want me to do the eating for you?"
Betty said.
"That's right. But don't just eat my pussy," the dominatrix bitch said.
"No?" the sexual submissive said, tilting her pretty head.
"No. I want you to pleasure my inner thighs too," the dominatrix bitch said. "THERE!"
"What?"
"The juice just trickled out of your cunt," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel it on my inner thighs," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Some of it is dripping straight down," the beautiful housewife said.
"I can feel the juice in the crack of my ass," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I want to lick all of the juice away," Betty exclaimed eagerly.
"Ahhhhhh, you ARE a full-fledged masochist," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, I yearn only to serve you," the beautiful housewife said.
"And why do you want to serve me, sweetheart?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Because you are the one who captured me," the beautiful housewife said.
"And?"
"And because I am your slave, Mistress Felicia,"
Betty said.
"Very good, sweetheart, very good," the dominatrix bitch said. "Thank you."
Betty knelt in front of Mistress Felicia as if she were kneeling before her new goddess. The thoroughly masochistic housewife looked up into the sexual sadist's eyes as if she were worshipping Mistress Felicia. Mistress Felicia was pleased with the sudden transformation in the woman. One tit-whipping and Betty had become subservient to the sexual sadist. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch was very happy. Betty could see that the dominatrix bitch was wearing a leather thing on her head that framed her face and reminded her of something a nun might wear. That was what Mistress Felicia was. She was a leather nun. A sister of the fiery congregation. Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing a black leather corset around her middle. The corset fit snugly around her middle and enhanced Mistress Felicia's almost perfect hourglass figure. The thoroughly masochistic housewife could see that there were half-cups at the top of that black leather corset. The outrageously good-looking sex slave could see that those half cups fit snugly up under Mistress Felicia's tits. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient could see that the cups pushed the sexual sadist's tits even higher up on her chest then they would have rested normally-and that was saying something because Mistress Felicia considered herself a woman with damned high tits.
Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing black leather boots with spike high heels. Betty could see that Mistress Felicia was wearing black fishnet stockings-the kind with the black seam up the back of the calf, behind the knee, and up the thigh into never, never land.
Mistress Felicia's stockings were attached at the thigh in front and at the side, via elastic straps and round doohickeys to the sexual sadist's frilly black garter belt. Mistress Felicia was all in black, as befit a dominatrix bitch.
Betty began to kiss and lick at Mistress Felicia's inner thighs. The thoroughly masochistic housewife noticed that the sexual sadist's outfit was designed so that Mistress Felicia's tits, ass and cunt were exposed and available for caress. How could the sexual submissive help but notice that?
Betty could feel her salivary gland working overtime as she began to kiss and lick and bite up and down up and down the insides of Mistress Felicia's thighs, switching from one thigh to the other, starting at her slightly bent knees and working her way steadily upward toward the sides of the sexual sadist's thoroughly engorged vulva.
Betty could feel herself getting ready to drool because of the hyperactivity she was experiencing at that deliciously sado-masochistic moment, so that the sexual submissive had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep the sweet spittle from dribbling over her puffy and sensuously pouting lower lip onto her tiny chin.
Betty could taste some of the juices that had dripped onto Mistress Felicia's inner thighs. The thoroughly masochistic housewife knew long before she touched Mistress Felicia's cunt itself that Mistress Felicia's cunt was going to taste simply marvelous. Mistress Felicia was standing with her spiked leather boots a little more than shoulder-width apart on the packed dirt floor of the underground torture chamber.
Mistress Felicia stood with her shoulders back and her chin tilted upward proudly. Mistress Felicia placed her hands lightly at first, on top of Betty's head. Mistress Felicia found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep her lower torso still. Mistress Felicia stopped trying to keep her hips still. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch began to gyrate her hips-she began to move her bottom in a series of slow and sensuous circles, so Betty correctly assumed she would have to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she hoped to keep her tongue and her lips precisely where she wanted them between the sexual sadist's legs at all times.
"Yeah, now you are making me feel hot," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I can taste the cunt juice on your thighs," the beautiful housewife said.
"Do you like the flavor of that juice?" Mistress Felicia asked.
"It is the best flavor my tongue has ever known," Betty said.
"I am glad to hear that, sweetheart," the sexual sadist said.
"I like the way that your pussy smells, too," the beautiful housewife said.
"My cunt has an odor? I just bathed," the dominatrix bitch said.
"It is not the scent of a dirty cunt," the beautiful housewife said.
"No?"
"Oh no. It is the scent of an aroused cunt," the beautiful housewife said. "I see."
"Do you know what I think your cunt smells like?" Betty asked.
"What?" the sexual sadist questioned with a toothy grin.
"I think your poontang smells like hot tuna," Betty said.
"Ummmmmmm, now you are making MY mouth water," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Could you move your feet a little further apart, please?"
"Since you are being so polite about it, certainly, sweetheart."
"I just want to be able to get at your cunt better with my tongue."
"Access to my poontang is in my best interests too, sweetheart."
The criminally insane dominatrix bitch moved her feet further apart.
"YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL BREATHLESS. I CAN FEEL MY HORNINESS HAVING AN EFFECT ON MY RESPIRATORY SYSTEM!"
Betty moved her fingertips to the outer edges of Mistress Felicia's vulva.
"OHHHHHHHH, YOUR MOUTH FEELS SO GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKING GOOD DOWN THERE ON MY THIGHS. I CAN FEEL MY HONEY POT STARTING TO BOIL."
Betty pushed her fingertips inward, and her elbows outward.
"I CAN FEEL ALL OF MY PUSSY TISSUES, ALL OF THOROUGHLY ENGORGED FOLDS OF MUCOUS MEMBRANE, STARTING TO CRAWL AROUND BERSERKLY BETWEEN MY FINELY-TAPERED THIGHS, AS IF THOSE FOLDS OF PINK CUNT TISSUE HAD SUDDENLY AND MAGICALLY DEVELOPED MINDS OF THEIR OWN."
Betty pointed her elbows in opposite directions, at opposite walls of Mistress Felicia's underground torture chamber.
"I CAN FEEL MY CLITORIS BECOMING SO SWOLLEN THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT IS GOING TO POP. NO, SERIOUSLY. MY LITTLE MAN IN THE BOAT SERIOUSLY FEELS AS IF IT IS GOING TO EXPLODE AT ANY SECOND BECAUSE OF THE EXTRAORDINARY INTERNAL PRESSURE I AM EXPERIENCING DOWN THERE AT THE TOP OF MY CUNT GASH. I CAN FEEL MY CLIT THREATENING TO COME POP RIGHT OUT OF ITS NEST AT THE TOP OF MY VAGINAL SLIT. OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MYSELF GETTING HOTTER AND HOTTER. I CAN FEEL THE NATURAL LUBRICATION DRIBBLING OUT OF THE BASE OF MY CUNT IN A STEADY FLOW RIGHT NOW, OHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL MY INNER THIGHS WHERE YOU ARE KISSING AND LICKING AND BITING GETTING VERY WET WITH THE FRUIT JUICE FROM MY SPLIT PEACH. I CAN FEEL MY BREATHS GETTING STEADILY SHORTER AND CLOSER TOGETHER. I CAN FEEL MYSELF STARTING TO PANT."
The feeling had only recently returned to her hands after heaven-knew-how-long of being numbed by bondage.
"I CAN TELL THAT MY PANTING IS GOING TO GET A HELL OF A LOT WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER, OHHHHHHH, I AM PANTING JUST LIKE THE WILD ANIMAL I WANT TO SO BADLY TO BECOME!"
Betty could not help but wonder how long she had been kept under. Betty's fingernails seemed the same length.
"I CAN TELL THAT IT IS NOT GOING TO BE VERY LONG BEFORE I AM PANTING SO HARD AND SO FAST THAT I WILL FEEL AND SOUND AS IF I AM PURPOSEFULLY ATTEMPTING TO HYPERVENTILATE MYSELF. I CAN ALREADY FEEL MY DELICIOUSLY AROUSED BODY BECOMING LATHERED WITH THE HOT SWEAT OF MY SEXUAL EXERTION."
If the sexual submissive had been a man she would have been able to tell the length of her captivity by the growth of her beard.
"OHHHHHHHH, I NEED TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT, I NEED TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT, I NEED TO FEEL YOU MAKING ME COME WITH YOUR TONGUE ON MY CUNT I WANT YOU TO LICK AT EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF MY POONTANG. I WANT YOU TO LICK AT MY POONTANG UNTIL ALL OF THE DELICIOUS VAGINAL FLAVOR HAS BEEN LICKED AWAY, HAVE YOU GOT THAT SEX SLAVE?" the dominatrix bitch said.
The beard between the sexual submissive's legs looked just about the same as it always did. Her wounds had heeled some, so that gave her some indication.
"I want you to lick at my asshole too, get it!" the dominatrix bitch said.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife wondered what drugs the sexual sadist had used to keep her under, and if she had spent all of the time she was unconscious in the same position, chained against that wall.
"I want you to rim my asshole clean before you lick my cunt!"
For all Betty knew, Mistress Felicia had chained her to the wall just before she woke up, in anticipation of the regaining of the sexual submissive's consciousness.
Betty began to pull the woman's cunt lips open with her fingers. Then she stopped and Mistress Felicia turned her back to her. Betty pulled the ass cheeks open a far a they would go instead. Mistress Felicia could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife pulled the sexual sadist's ass cheeks apart so far that Mistress Felicia would even feel some of the puckers in her asshole being smoothed out by the pressure the sexual submissive was exerting down there. Betty pressed her fingertips hard enough to pucker Mistress Felicia's ass flesh along the sides of the sexual sadist's asshole. Betty had pushed her fingers inward so deeply, so far in between Mistress Felicia's ass cheeks, so deep into the cleavage between the sexual sadist's fanny cakes, that the tips of Betty's middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from the mucous membranes of the sexual sadist's hypersensitive rectum on either side.
Betty parted her fleshy lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude as far as she could possibly get it.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife stuck her tongue out of her mouth so far that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging down at the roots of her pink taster.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave forgot to swallow frequently enough to compensate for her excessive saliva at that moment and the sexual submissive could feel her drool rolling down over her pouting lower lip onto her chin.
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient concentrated all of her attention at that moment, one-hundred percent of her attention, on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible at the tip.
Betty placed the tip of her tongue on the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of Mistress Felicia's ass.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife lowered her face and her head and drew her tongue tip deeper into the cleavage between Mistress Felicia's ass cheeks, closer and closer to Mistress Felicia's feverish asshole.
The outrageously good-looking sex slave took her time about it, but she finally got her tongue onto Mistress Felicia's rectum itself.
Betty flicked the tip of her tongue somewhat tentatively all around the outer edges of the rectum. Then Betty's laving became bolder.
The buxom and shapely sexual subservient's licking became increasingly enthusiastic. Betty began to lick at the sexual sadist's asshole with the flat part of her tongue. The thoroughly masochistic housewife licked at the asshole until all of the delicious anal flavor had been laved away. Betty then stiffened her tongue and placed the pointy tip at the center of the pink asterisk of Mistress Felicia's asshole. Betty began to push.
Mistress Felicia concentrated on relaxing the all-important ring of muscle at the mouth of her asshole. Betty pushed a little harder. Mistress Felicia could feel her asshole opening. The thoroughly masochistic housewife could feel her tongue slipping inside. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could feel her bung hole being penetrated by the sexual submissive's stiffened tongue. Betty pushed the tip of her tongue right up past Mistress Felicia's tight tubular sphincter muscle and into the softer and more elastic flesh of her colon. Betty wiggled the tip of her tongue around inside Mistress Felicia's asshole playfully, touching here there and everywhere with the tip of her taster. Betty then began to work her tongue in and out of the asshole, pushing her tongue tip every bit as deep inside the sexual sadist's asshole as she could get it. Betty could feel Mistress Felicia's ass muscles gripping and tugging at her tongue. It did not take Mistress Felicia long to figure out that Betty' tongue was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her in this manner. The criminally insane dominatrix bitch could tell that the sexual submissive was merely teasing her by tongue-fucking her up the poop-chute in this super-sexy passion. Mistress Felicia knew that the tongue-fucking Betty was administering upon her pooper was merely making her poontang want to be eaten that much more.
Betty sensed that she was only teasing Mistress Felicia.
"I need to have my cunt licked now," Mistress Felicia said.
"Okay," the beautiful housewife said.
Mistress Felicia turned again to face the sexual submissive.
"Eat."
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," the beautiful housewife said.
Betty again pulled Mistress Felicia's cunt lips open with her fingertips.
"That's it, open up the cunt so that you can get at all of the nooks and crannies," the dominatrix bitch said.
Betty opened up the sexual sadist's cunt until it looked, to Betty anyway, like a slab of uncooked meat.
Betty once again parted her lips and stuck her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could possibly get it.
Betty placed the tip of her tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of the cunt and the asshole.
Betty was pleased to find that Mistress Felicia's natural lubrication was gathered thickly at that spot.
Yummy.
Betty began to lick up and down the outer lips of Mistress Felicia's cunt, all along the outer most edges of her vulva. The thoroughly masochistic housewife licked all the way from the top to the base of the poontang slash. Betty allowed her tongue to come very close to Mistress Felicia's clit without making direct contact with that fiery bulb. The outrageously good-looking sex slave allowed the tip of her constantly flicking tongue to come within a most minute fraction of a millimeter of the sexual sadist's little man in the boat without touching it.
Betty then licked up and down the entire length of Mistress Felicia's cunt slash in between the inner and outer lips.
Betty once again allowed her tongue to come extremely close to Mistress Felicia's clit without touching it.
Betty flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the protruding and slightly curled back outer most edges of Mistress Felicia's inner cunt lips.
Betty wiggled the tip of her tongue from side to side and pushed the tip of her tongue in between Mistress Felicia's inner labia.
Betty pushed between the inner labia close to the top of the gash. The thoroughly masochistic housewife touched the sexual sadist's piss hole with the tip of her bold and curious tongue.
Mistress Felicia could feel the tip of Betty's tongue touching her less than an inch away and directly below the sexual sadist's clitoris. Betty licked downward instead of upward.
Betty hooked her tongue under the base of Mistress Felicia's pubic bone and located the tunnel of lust.
Betty plunged the tip of her suddenly stiffened tongue as deep inside Mistress Felicia's cunt as it would go.
Betty pushed inside Mistress Felicia's cunt until she could feel the stretching at the base of her tongue-just as she had when she penetrated Mistress Felicia's asshole in the same manner only a few moments before.
Betty, however, tilted her head to one side a little bit as she did this, so that she would not inadvertantly diddle Mistress Felicia's clitoris to orgasm prematurely with the tip of her nose.
The tip of the sexual submissive's tongue went on a game yet futile search for the mouth of Mistress Felicia's womb.
Betty then pulled her tongue out of Mistress Felicia's cunt and used her right forefinger to peel Mistress Felicia's clitoral foreskin upward. Betty peeled the fleshy sheath gingerly away from the sexual sadist's little man in the boat.
In this manner the sexual submissive rendered Mistress Felicia's love button unadulteratedly naked.
In this manner the sexual submissive made Mistress Felicia's little man in the boat vulnerable to her oral caress.
Betty puckered her fleshy lips as if she were about to whistle a happy tune. Instead Betty blew cool air onto Mistress Felicia's love button, making the sexual sadist shiver violently.
Betty darted outward with the tip of her tongue and touched Mistress Felicia's clit as lightly as she could.
Betty was smart enough to know that she did not have to touch Mistress Felicia's clitoris very hard at all.
After all, the sexual submissive knew, the clit was the most hypersensitive part of the sexual sadist's entire body.
Betty licked at the love button with the butterfly flick. Mistress Felicia went nuts. Betty used the tip of her tongue to roll Mistress Felicia's clit in a series of slow sensuous circles, just as if she were rolling a pink pea around in a sea of boiling gelatin.
Betty then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Mistress Felicia's love button until the sexual sadist began to scream with her orgasmic pleasure. Betty wrapped her lips around Mistress Felicia's clit. The thoroughly masochistic housewife began to suck. The outrageously good-looking sex slave sucked and licked simultaneously. The buxom and shapely sexual subservient didn't stop licking and sucking at Mistress Felicia's clit until the come was through.
"Did you like the way I licked your cunt?" the beautiful housewife said.
"No, if you must know the truth," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I am awfully sorry, you came," the beautiful housewife said.
"But I did not come as hard as I expected," the dominatrix bitch said.
"What, what did I do wrong?" the dominatrix bitch said.
"These things cannot be explained," the dominatrix bitch said. "No?"
"No, that are instinctive," the dominatrix bitch said. I see.
"You are going to be punished for the lousy job you did pleasuring my cunt."
"In what way are you going to punish me?" the beautiful housewife said.
"You are going to have your tongue pierced," the beautiful housewife said.
"NO!"
"Oh yes."
"Please-"
"Shut up!"
Mistress Felicia began to beat at Betty's back with the crop. CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK!
When Betty was beaten near senseless, Mistress Felicia forced her to kneel beside the wooden slab torture table. Betty was forced to lace her lower lip on the edge of the table, while sticking her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it. Mistress Felicia placed the nail on the coated part of Betty's tongue with one hand and held the hammer with the other.
BAM!
Blood squirted everywhere. The nail went right through Betty's tongue into the wood.
Then Betty's nipples were pierced. She was forced to spend the rest of the night bound standing with her arms behind her back.
Betty had a ring through her tongue.
The ring was attached to a chain.
The chain was attached to spikes which had been driven into the sides of Betty's tits. There were spikes holding the holes through Betty's nipples open as well.
"Tomorrow the abuses will continue," the dominatrix bitch said.
Mistress Felicia turned out the lights in the torture chamber and left Betty alone in the pitch black darkness.
Alone-
With her agony.
She wished she were dead.
Betty did not sleep that night. She tried as hard as she could to stop thinking about the horrible pain in her tongue but she was reminded of her agony by a violent jolt of pain each and every time she tried to close her mouth-or even moved her jaw the slightest bit.
The thoroughly masochistic housewife knew that it was the longest night she would ever have to spend.