Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 6)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 5)

Just joining us? Go to the beginning: Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

Mistress Tracy found a table while I went back with Patrick. He showed me the menus and the soda machine. “Just take their order and get them their drinks. If they have any questions about the food, tell them you’re in training and get Pam to help you. When they give you their order, give it to Pam and she’ll do the rest.”

“OK.”

“Here you go,” he said, handing me a pad to take down orders. “Here’s a diagram of the tables. You’ll take one through seven, got it?”

I nodded, studying the diagram and then popping out to the main room to check that I understood where the corresponding tables were.

“Good,” said Patrick. “Number three hasn’t been greeted yet.”

Taking a deep breath, I went to the front room. At table number three sat a group of four young guys, maybe in their early twenties. When I approached, they hushed their conversation and looked at me eagerly.

These guys really, really looked at me. I’ve felt like an object plenty of times in my life, but never in such a strange vanilla setting. It was like since they had permission to stare at a girl they were going to do it as best as they could.

“Welcome,” I said cheerfully, handing them menus. One of the guys was staring right at my chest and I checked to make sure the skimpy top was still covering my nipples. “Can I bring you something to drink?”

They ordered water and I soon relaxed in my new position. Patrick watched me carefully at first until he was satisfied I wouldn’t screw up. Pam and I shared the tables, so after I took their food orders she handled bringing out their meals. I was glad for that—I’d never wanted to be a waitress for fear that I would spill hot soup or something into a customer’s lap.

Syd came in about twenty minutes into my shift as a waitress and he scooped me into his arms for a big hug. I hadn’t seen him since New Years and was happy he was back.

“So Nate gave you away, huh?” he asked with a wink.

“Yeah. Until tomorrow.”

“Everyone is gonna love hearing about this.” He shot me a knowing smile and slid into the booth across from Mistress Tracy.

While Syd and Mistress Tracy chatted, Pam and I worked, and I discovered I kind of like waitressing in a skimpy outfit. Since the main reason customers come to Pam’s restaurant is to gawk at pretty girls, they really had no reservations about it. It wasn’t like wearing the slutty outfit earlier and having pedestrians half-look at me, but avert their eyes and try not to stare. No, these guys (and some girls) unabashedly gazed at us while we moved around the restaurant.

“Do you ever see people you know?” I asked Pam during our dinner break.

“Hardly. And then, only the type of people who would be OK with me having a job like this. It isn’t like my mom is going to show up here.”

She had a good point. I’d briefly wondered what some of my friends would say if they saw me there, with my butt hanging out of my shorts and my boobs nearly falling out of my top. But it just wasn’t a concern; none of my conservative friends would frequent a place like that. In fact, one of my friends recently called the restaurant, ‘A feminist’s nightmare,’ and ended her diatribe with, ‘I wouldn’t be caught within a block of that place.’

Patrick let us off early, and we all gave Syd a hug goodbye. Mistress Tracy instructed Pam to leave her car at the restaurant. Pam and I were herded into Mistress Tracy’s backseat with these instructions: “Take off those shorts, girls. The rule for the ride home is that your fingers never leave each other’s cunts.”

Syd overheard that as he walked toward his car and turned back with a wistful expression. I wished he was joining us, actually. Showing my body off for three hours had made me rather excited and I wouldn’t have minded two sadists having their way with me. He was off to work a night-shift, though, and wouldn’t be joining us.

Pam had her shorts off in a flash and yanked mine down for me. I giggled and helped her undress me, thankful for tinted windows and the darkness of the night. She slid two fingers inside me and I groaned as she curled them just-so. I reciprocated, our arms crossing each others, and found her cunt slippery and smooth like mine. Pam moaned happily as I gently pumped in and out of her and Mistress Tracy smiled at us through her review mirror.

When Mistress Tracy pulled into her garage, she ordered Pam to make me cum. I pulled my fingers from Pam’s cunt and relaxed as she fingered me. It didn’t take long for me to climax, and though I knew Pam wanted to cum too, Mistress Tracy told us to get out of the car. Inside, we stripped off our tops as required.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly (and, admittedly, disappointingly) vanilla. I was still completely horny, but Pam was tired after working her shift. Mistress Tracy turned on the TV and we watched Dexter, which they were really into but I’d already seen. Pam and I sat on the carpeted floor by Mistress Tracy’s feet. I fell asleep halfway through, and woke to Mistress Tracy yanking me up.

“Time for bed,” she said. We washed up, brushed teeth, drank water, and collapsed on Mistress Tracy’s bed together.

“This is a privilege,” Mistress Tracy was sure to remind me.

I nodded and thanked her sincerely. I was grateful to be on the bed rather than the floor. I snuggled into the covers and relished the warmth of being next to Pam and Mistress Tracy.

I woke up before them (I’m an early riser) and watched them sleep for a few minutes. Mistress Tracy was on her back and Pam was curled up next to her, sleeping peacefully with her head in the crook of her Mistress’ shoulder. They looked so right together that I wished I had a camera to capture the moment. But, sometimes scenes like those aren’t meant to be captured; only remembered fondly.

I made a pot of coffee and prepared some breakfast ingredients. Looking at the clock, I estimated I had a couple of hours before I’d be cooking up eggs for them. So I wrote, with a blanket around my naked body to keep warm, without the aid of The Stool, until I heard a toilet flush and knew they were getting up. I hopped up and got to work making scrambled eggs and toast and melon balls, and I made everything look pretty. For some reason I really like making sure food and table settings look nice.

My efforts were appreciated by the still-groggy Mistress Tracy and Pam. After breakfast, Mistress Tracy yawned, got up, and said, “This morning, I want to be pampered.” She looked back and forth between Pam and I and smiled at us. “I want my every whim taken care of. Got it?”

We replied in unison: “Yes, Mistress Tracy.”

Pam took her by the hand and in an uncharacteristic display of leadership, led her down the hall. I followed, and she went to a room I’d never seen. The walls were dark green, with white wooden trim. A dark red throw rug covered most of the wooden floor. There was a massage table set up against one wall and I helped Pam move it to the center of the room. Looking around, I noticed a sawhorse against the other wall. Pam caught my eye and whispered, “For real punishments.”

I nodded solemnly. Pam once confided with me that, while Mistress Tracy is a sadistic woman, she rarely actually punishes people. When she does punish, the sessions are long and painful. I’ll confess that when I’m feeling particularly masochistic, I’ve imagined being truly punished by Mistress Tracy.
Edit: After she read this, she assured me that I would not enjoy a real punishment from her, no matter how masochistic I’m feeling.

Pam put on soft, mellow music and we spent the next hour and a half giving Mistress Tracy a sensual massage. We started with her scalp and moved down from there, with Pam whispering directions to me as we worked. She showed me what Mistress Tracy likes, and I admired how well she knows her Mistress’ body.

When we massaged her ass, Mistress Tracy slightly parted her legs. While I continued massaging her with my hands, Pam leaned down and licked. She licked her in between her cheeks, and when Mistress Tracy moaned I knew that Pam was playing with her asshole. I swallowed hard and nearly stopped rubbing as I watched, but steeled myself and continued working.

Pam used her hands and tongue to make Mistress Tracy orgasm twice before she straightened up and began working with me again. She gave me a wink and a smile as we worked down Mistress Tracy’s thighs, to her calves, and finally her feet. At her feet, Pam motioned for me to do as she was doing, and we both knelt on the floor and spent a good amount of time sucking and nibbling Mistress Tracy’s toes.

When we had her turn over, Mistress Tracy looked calmer than I’d ever seen her before. She said, “Good girls,” and Pam quickly replied with, “May we continue, Mistress?”

She nodded and we worked our way back up her body. When we got up to her pussy I looked to Pam for approval and she nodded at me. I took my turn licking Mistress Tracy while Pam massaged her, and in minutes, as I was lightly sucking on her clit, she arched her back and groaned loudly as she shuddered in orgasm.

We didn’t stop touching her until we got back up to her scalp again. She sighed softly with pleasure as Pam helped her up off the table.

“May we bathe you now, Mistress?” Pam asked sweetly.

“No,” Mistress Tracy murmured. “Later. Right now I want a show.”

… continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 7)…

Excerpt: Slaves on Pertz

Slaves on Pertz  is [finally] available for purchase at the Amazon Kindle store. Below is an excerpt– a scene I really enjoyed writing.

This book was interesting to write, mostly because it threw me out of my normal comfort zone. I think the plot is more intricate than most of my other works, and I really got attached to my main character, Leslie.

If you read it, I would love to hear what you think. Do be aware that it is very different than my first two novels.

Next up? A domestic discipline novella that might even be a little romantic. 😉 I’m doing crazy different things every day!

xoxo
-Sadey

Excerpt: Slaves on Pertz

 “Leslie, undress me,” said Maia. She placed herself in the middle of the bed on her knees. Her head was just inches away from the short ceiling of the bedroom. The Jaigans wasted no extra material on a place they considered important only for sleeping.

Leslie’s hands were shaking as she pulled Maia’s blue tunic off her body, revealing the woman’s pert, succulent breasts. Though Leslie had seen Maia naked in the bathhouse before, it felt as though it was the first time she’d had the pleasure to see her perfect body. Her skin was so white, such a stark contrast to her black hair.

Pierce was pleased to watch his slave with Maia. He took a seat at the side of the bed and leaned back against the wall.

Leslie pulled Maia’s white pants down over her small but womanly hips. Maia lifted her knees, one at a time, to help the process along. Naked, Maia turned to Pierce.

“Now him,” she said to Leslie.

Leslie repeated the process on her Master as she’d done so many times before. Pierce’s body was so masculine and perfect that Leslie loved undressing him. His strength and his power on the compound were very attractive qualities for her. Being among the two of them, Maia and Pierce, and serving them… Leslie was trembling with excitement.

The small room was full of energy as the three shared the same sexual electricity. Maia carefully untied the leash from Leslie’s neck and used the same cloth to bind Leslie’s hands behind her back. Leslie did not resist being bound. No, she craved it. Her body immediately relaxed as her hands were taken from her and she waited, filled with anticipation, for what would be done next.

Maia snapped her fingers and pointed to the corner of the bed. Her face was stern and Leslie quickly obeyed. Awkwardly, she walked on her knees to the corner and knelt there, facing the center of the bed.

Pierce made the first move. He’d been dying to fuck Maia ever since he laid eyes on her. Yet, Maia was a top ranked slave and raping her would have severe consequences—possibly death. Now, because of his Leslie, he had Maia in his bedroom.

He scooted next to her and put his hands around her waist. She did not resist his advances. Instead, she kissed him. Maia’s tongue felt like silk against his. Her kiss was magic. Pierce pulled her naked body close to his, pressing his semi-hard cock against her hairless pussy and she moaned.

He broke away and gave her a grin. Whispering, so Leslie wouldn’t hear, he said, “I thought you only liked girls.”

“I love men,” she said, loudly, not caring if Leslie heard. “Men for their muscles, women for their brains, Pierce.”

Pierce laughed and swatted Maia’s ass, earning himself a penetrating glare from the dominant woman.

“Save that for your slave,” Maia said.

Both of them looked at Leslie who was trembling in her corner of the bed. Leslie was so full of lust she could barely handle herself. She wanted them to put their hands on her, use her how they wanted. But she kept quiet and stayed as still as she possibly could.

Maia saw right through the poor shaking girl. “I want to make her crazy, Pierce. Fuck me while she watches. Her pleasure can wait.”

Leslie made a whining noise and Pierce reached over to slap her tit. “Shut up, slave,” he said. He turned to Maia and, encouraged by the fact that Maia liked the strength of men, he flipped the woman onto her back and got in between her legs.

Maia didn’t resist. She spread her legs wide for him, holding onto her knees with both of her hands. “Fuck me,” she breathed.

Leslie watched in awe as Maia was manhandled by her master and fucked. She desperately wanted to rub her pussy but her hands remained firmly tied behind her back. She shifted her position a little so her knees wouldn’t be sore and found she could slightly rub her cunt against her own calf if she sat correctly. She did that and soon was humping herself while she watched.

Pierce turned to her and grinned when he saw what she was doing. “Look,” he said to Maia.

Maia smiled at Leslie. “Come here, slave,” she said.

Leslie knee-walked to Maia’s side and Maia put her fingers on Leslie’s dripping wet pussy.

“Rub yourself on me,” Maia said. “Don’t cum yet.”

Leslie moaned and rubbed herself on Maia’s hand. She was so close to orgasm but when she got to that magical edge she slowed herself down, saving herself for Maia just as she was asked.

Maia looked happy and relaxed as Pierce pounded her. She lay her head back and watched Leslie lazily as the slave-girl used Maia’s hand to get herself off.

When Pierce seemed to be close, Maia stopped him. “Leslie should lick me now,” she said.

Leslie’s heart was beating wildly when she took her position in between Maia’s legs. Maia’s pussy was wet and gaping from the fucking. Leslie inhaled deeply and smelled her master in the woman’s cunt. Suddenly Maia’s hands were in Leslie’s red hair, holding her face up to stare at her.

“Beg me,” Maia growled.

Inspired by Maia’s strict tone and eager to please, Leslie immediately complied. “Oh please, Mistress Maia, please allow me to lick your pussy. I’ll try hard to bring you pleasure. Please, I’d be so honored to lick your— oomph!”

Her words were cut off as Maia used her hands to force Leslie’s open mouth directly into her cunt.

From behind, Pierce was getting ready to have another fuck. He positioned himself against Leslie’s slit and his slave arched her back to give him good access to her glistening pussy.

“Maybe you should beg me, too,” he mused, slapping Leslie’s ass.

“Wait,” said Maia. “Untie her. I want her hands on me too.”

Leslie was grateful to have her hands back. She was licking her new mistress as delicately as she could and let her tongue be guided by Maia’s moans. Leslie drew little circles around her clit with the tip of her tongue. Maia gasped when Leslie inserted two fingers into her and arched her back when Leslie’s fingers curled around to feel for her g-spot.

Leslie was an inexperienced pussy licker, but she was experienced enough to provide pleasure to Maia.

Pierce slid his wand into Leslie’s aching pussy gently and fucked her with care. He didn’t want to fuck her full force and disrupt Leslie’s licking. He saw pleasure in Maia’s face and wanted his slave to do a good job. This night was about Maia more than anything. Pierce was thrilled to have Maia in his bed, and even more elated that he would not have to share Leslie with Lucas.

Maia’s eyes were closed and her face told Pierce that Leslie was doing a good job. He thrust deep inside Leslie and held her hips steady with his hand. With his other hand, he reached under his slave and felt for her firm little knob. When he found it, he flicked it just how he knew Leslie liked it and was rewarded by a muffled moan against Maia’s cunt.

Maia’s eyes flew open and she looked at Pierce. “Do that more,” she said with a husky tone.

Pierce needed no more encouragement than a request from the compound’s queen. He flicked and rubbed Leslie’s clit and watched in amazement as both women responded to his touch. His cock throbbed inside of Leslie’s clenching pussy as he pleasured both women with a single skilled finger on Leslie’s clit.

It was clear that both of them were close. Pierce pulled out of Leslie and used his hand to whack himself off while he used the other to diddle Leslie’s cunt. He watched in awe as Maia’s body stiffened and her back arched. She screamed in pleasure.

Maia’s pussy muffled Leslie’s orgasmic cries.

It was all too much for Pierce and he grunted loudly as he shot his seed all over Leslie’s back. After he milked every last drop from his cock, Pierce lay back in exhaustion and turned to look at Maia laying beside him.

Maia’s eyes were sparkling and she was staring at Leslie. Leslie had sat up and was kneeling in between Maia’s thin, white legs. Her face was covered in Maia’s juices. Pierce had never seen his slave look so satiated and happy.

“Come, lay with us,” Maia said.

They slept, Maia in the middle and Pierce and Leslie on either side.

Leslie dreamed of life back on Earth. Maia spent half of the night watching her new slave sleep.

Slaves on Pertz: Six Sentence Sunday

Scream:

Using her long tongue Maia darted in and out of the folds, flicking at her swollen clit. Leslie’s back arched and she tensed once again, now from pleasure instead of pain.

Taking the licking in silence proved to be more torturous than the beating. She stifled moan after moan as Maia’s cat-like tongue worked its magic. When her body started to tense and she was nearly to the edge of her orgasmic cliff, Maia said, “Scream!”, and Leslie screamed as loud as she could.

Her cries crashed through the walls of their home and out to the forested jungle where Jonna diligently worked.

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A small, very small, excerpt from Slaves on Pertz, due to be released when I get around to it*. 🙂 This is for Six Sentence Sunday, a fun little meme. Read more here.

xoxo
Sadey 

*I’m actually trying hard. Really.