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Janet paused a few moments, whether to consider my instructions, recall her past experiences as a recipient of oral sex, or general nerves, I did not know. But soon she started by kissing me some more, our tongues entwining, then moving down, kissing my neck, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts, and eventually my nipples, standing at attention. Soft kisses, accompanied by tiny bites, and gentle sucking, not enough to leave love marks.
She kept her eyes open, watching me, watching my responses, witnessing the signs of my increased arousal. She saw my breasts heave, my back arch, my hands hold her suckling my breasts. She smiled at me, understanding her affect. Slowly, with much lingering, she worked her way down my stomach, kissing, licking, nipping, eventually reaching my mound, skipping it, jumping to my legs, my inner thighs. Inhaling my scent, my arousal, hearing my moans of pleasure, knowing she was doing as I wanted.
My legs parted for her, inviting her deeper, to sample my mysteries, my soft folds, to taste my nectar. Watching me, she scraped her tongue up my slit, making me jump and moan and shudder. I held her head against my cleft, spreading wider, inviting her tongue to invade my core, sip my fluids. Releasing her, wanting to see what she'd do next, watching, waiting. Her brown eyes liquid pools to infinity, she watched as her tongue approached my clit, my back arching as she touched it, spasming for her, then another, and another as she lightly sucked my clit, a hard spike. Two more orgasms, shivering, melting, so intense my eyes closed in rapture.
Janet paused. I opened my eyes, looking at her, face covered in my cum, a clear glaze all around her mouth. I motioned her up, kissed her, licking myself from her lips, her face.
"Did I do well, Mistress?"
"Very good, Janet. You've earned your reward. How did you like it?"
"It was fine, Mistress. I thought I might dislike it more, being unused to it and unsure of myself and whether I wanted to be with a woman, but it wasn't bad. I could see your training making me a better lover all around, whether or not I choose to become a submissive."
"Oh, yes. Your skills will eventually rival those of an experienced courtesan; able to please any you choose to pleasure. I'll make sure of it."
First, I made sure she had three orgasms just as she'd given me, orally seducing her, until she was grinding herself against my face in total abandon, biting her pillow to keep from screaming aloud. To top it off, I put strapless vibrator in my cunt and fucked her close to unconsciousness. I ordered her to beg, as I said I would, then denied her permission to cum, which made her need all the greater. Despite my orders, she climaxed over and over again, shivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. I stopped fucking her and rolled off her.
"You should be punished again for disobeying my orders not to cum," I said, as we both panted in near exhaustion. I'd cum as often as Janet did.
"How could I not, Mistress?" She asked. "I told you I was going to cum and you kept fucking me anyway."
"The dilemma of a submissive. Ordered not to orgasm and fucked until she has no choice. It reminds us our pleasure is not ours to own, but our Master's to give. You have no choice. Your dominant will keep you from having sex, or fuck you to exhaustion and you have no control. You can be on a Slave Trainer, kept from cumming, or given so many orgasms you pass out. The choice will be theirs, not yours."
"Does your Master limit your orgasms?"
"All the time. It was one of the reasons I needed to have permission to work with you. This training couldn't happen without my both giving and receiving sex. I can't have sex without Master's permission. It can be very hard for us, as Lisa and I always feel our need. We want to cum constantly, we're always wet, ready to fuck, yet Master is gone, working all day, asleep at night, and limited by the number of times he can cum. Sometimes, he lets Lisa and I pleasure one another because he understands our desire for sex, but it's always up to him." I paused.
"You need to learn to clean up after yourself. I want you to lick this vibrator clean, my end as well as yours, then clean up my cunt. You will do the same for a Master, or if you acquire a sister slave, for her, or I guess him, if the slave is a male."
She did as I bid, licking everything clean, including me. When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?"
"More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants."
Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."
"Yes. Did you put together the list of things you wished to explore?"
"I did, Mistress."
"Bring it to me."
Janet got out of the bed, went to her dresser and got a piece of paper. She walked back to me, tried to hand me the list.
"Kneel," I ordered.
She did. She looked very good kneeling. I touched her cunt again, pushing my fingers inside her. She gasped, moaning. I pulled my fingers out, slimy with her juices; fed them to her to lick. I held out my hand. She gave me the paper. It was fairly inclusive, indicating she'd done substantial reading on the subject. Some of them surprised me; fisting for one. I'd look it over later, decide which I could help her explore and those which I couldn't, and when I'd introduce them to her.
"We're done here tonight, Janet. Remember, your sexual acts now belong to me. You may kiss Chen tomorrow night, but nothing more. Before you have sex with him, you must first have my permission. Any kind of sex, no matter what. Because you were so good licking my cunt," Janet blushed again, hearing me say it, "You may now cum once each day as you masturbate yourself. I'm tempted to make you masturbate each hour on your date to see how you like masturbating in front of Chen," Janet gasped, "but I shall take pity on you. You may abstain from masturbating on your date."
The sense of relief on her face was exquisite.
"Pretty girl," I said. "No wonder Chen likes you. When do you wish to schedule your next exploration session, Janet? I will tell you my Master is coming home tomorrow and I expect to be fucking him strenuously through Sunday. Because of our exercise, much of my evenings are taken up. I hesitate to surrender more of my evenings away from my Master. The only evening which might be available is next Thursday when Master plays poker, but I may make some allowances just for you, should you wish something sooner."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You may kiss my cunt before I go."
"Yes, Mistress."
She planted a kiss on my bald pussy. I got dressed and left. It was 10:30. By the time I got home, the poker game would be over and Lisa would be mine for the evening. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her for several hours, I was so aroused.