Friday Evening

Arrival at the Dominatrix House

The drive to Isabel's house felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a shockwave of frustration through me, a reminder of the week-long denial I’d endured at my Dom’s command. My heart raced as I shifted in my seat, the tight black mini dress I wore clinging to my body, emphasizing the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve the relentless ache between my legs. I was desperate, dripping wet, and painfully aware of my need.

The anticipation of what was to come danced on the edge of my mind, thrilling yet terrifying. I was about to be introduced to a new world, one where I would learn to embrace my submission to women. The thought sent another wave of heat coursing through me, intensifying my arousal as I recalled my Dom's words. He had lent me to Isabel for the weekend, a dominating woman who would teach me how to be a good lesbian slut. The idea both frightened and excited me.

When we arrived, my Dom stepped out and exchanged a few words with Isabel, who stood confidently at the entrance. I caught my breath as I took in her commanding presence. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that radiated authority. She was dressed in a sleek leather outfit, hugging her fit body perfectly, accentuating her curves. With long high-heeled boots and a latex thong body, she exuded dominance, and my body reacted involuntarily to her allure.

My Dom turned to me, his voice firm as he reminded me that this weekend was about learning to serve and submit. I nodded, the weight of his words settling over me like a thick fog, heightening the urgency of my need. As he pulled me close for a brief kiss, I felt a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. Then, with one last lingering glance, he drove off, leaving me in Isabel’s capable hands.

Isabel stepped forward, her voice smooth and commanding as she introduced herself. “Welcome, my little slut. This weekend, you will learn how to serve me and my slave, Lilly. Your pleasure is secondary to your training. Are you ready to begin?”

The words sent a shiver down my spine, my breath hitching in my throat. The thrill of submission flooded through me, and as she led me into the house, I could barely contain my anticipation.

Training Begins

As I turned to face Lilly, my breath caught in my throat. She stood beside Isabel, a vision of submission dressed only in delicate black stockings and high heels. A shimmering collar adorned her neck, with a silver tag engraved with her name—Lilly. My eyes were drawn to the sparkling princess plug nestled snugly in her ass, its jewel glinting seductively under the soft light. Her body was a perfect display of curves, with perky breasts and wide hips, exuding both vulnerability and an undeniable confidence that made my heart race.

Isabel’s gaze shifted to me, her voice smooth and commanding. “Now, strip for me,” she ordered, her words sending a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. My body felt electric as I complied, slowly peeling away the layers of my clothing. I let the tight fabric slide off my skin, feeling the cool air wash over me, heightening the awareness of my arousal. Every inch of my exposed flesh was a reminder of the intense desire building within me, but I forced myself to remember that pleasure was not mine to take this weekend.

Isabel stepped closer, her voice steady as she explained, “Lilly is my obedient little pet, trained to perfection in serving my needs. This weekend, she will assist in your training.” My eyes traced Lilly’s form, every curve captivating me. “You will practice on her body, learning how to serve and please another woman. But your pleasure will remain denied.”

The ache between my legs intensified at the thought, my body betraying me as I pushed those feelings aside, knowing I had to focus on the training ahead.

Lesbian Kissing

Isabel prowled around me, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Without uttering a word, she reached behind me, pulling my arms together and snapping the cold, metal handcuffs around my wrists. The sharp click echoed in the air, intensifying my sense of vulnerability and reminding me of my helplessness. I was at her mercy now, fully aware that whatever came next, I would have to endure.

“Lilly,” Isabel commanded, her voice smooth yet authoritative. “Show her how to kiss properly.”

My heart raced as Lilly stepped forward, her high heels clicking in rhythm with Isabel’s. She approached her Mistress with an air of confidence, kissing her slowly, each press of their lips deliberate and sensual. I watched, captivated, as Lilly’s mouth lingered against Isabel's, soft and passionate. My pulse quickened with each kiss, my arousal spiking as I imagined those same lips on mine.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Isabel said, her voice low but firm as she turned to me. She gestured for me to kneel next to Lilly, and I complied, the cold floor sending a shiver through me as my knees met the surface. Lilly knelt across from me, her blue eyes locking with mine. My heart raced with nervous anticipation, the air thick with tension.

We were both kneeling, slightly bent forward, our bodies close enough that I could feel her warmth radiating toward me. The closeness of our bodies, combined with the heat of her breath just inches away, made me tingle with excitement. The handcuffs binding my wrists behind me emphasized my helplessness in this moment, leaving me completely exposed to Isabel’s control.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against Lilly’s in a hesitant kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting, and to my surprise, she took the lead without hesitation. I felt her mouth move confidently against mine, and I tried to follow her rhythm, deepening the kiss. Yet it was hard to concentrate; my body buzzed with need, each lingering touch fanning the flames of my desire. The week of orgasm denial had left me desperate, my every nerve ending alive with sensation.

As the kiss continued, I felt Lilly’s hand slide between my legs, her fingers brushing against my already dripping pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gasped into her mouth, momentarily losing focus on the kiss. Lilly’s fingers began to rub my clit in slow, teasing circles, her touch just enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through my body but never quite enough to bring me close to release.

“Focus on the kiss,” Isabel’s sharp voice cut through the haze of pleasure enveloping me. “You’re here to serve, not to enjoy yourself.” Her words were a stark reminder of my place, and I fought to push the sensation of Lilly’s teasing fingers out of my mind. I concentrated on kissing Lilly the way she had kissed Isabel—slow, deliberate, with the sole purpose of pleasing.

But despite my efforts, my hips began to move involuntarily, seeking more pressure from Lilly’s teasing fingers. Isabel noticed my distraction, and without warning, the sharp sting of her riding crop struck my exposed pussy. The pain was immediate and intense, causing me to cry out into Lilly’s mouth. Yet Isabel didn’t relent. “I said focus,” she snapped, delivering another punishing strike that left me gasping. The pain was meant to remind me of my place, forcing me to concentrate on serving rather than seeking my own pleasure.

I struggled to refocus on the kiss, my lips moving against Lilly’s as best as I could. However, the combination of her teasing fingers and Isabel’s punishing strikes made it nearly impossible to concentrate. Each time my thoughts drifted back to my own need for release, the crop would strike again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body.

“Failing,” Isabel’s cold voice pierced through my fog of sensation. “You’re failing.” She delivered a final, brutal strike to my pussy, and the pain was intense. I forced myself to keep kissing Lilly, my lips trembling against hers as my body shook from the overwhelming sensations. I couldn’t allow myself to fail again; my only goal now was to kiss her perfectly, to serve her the way Isabel demanded, no matter the cost to my own body.

Oral Pleasing

After the intense kissing session, Isabel’s voice cut through the air, authoritative and commanding. “It’s time to move on.” She gestured toward a bench, and my heart raced as I watched Lilly lie down, spreading her legs wide for easy access.

I knelt between Lilly’s legs, the cold floor beneath me a stark contrast to the heat rising within. My wrists remained handcuffed behind my back, a reminder of my submission. Isabel stood over me, holding her riding crop with a watchful gaze. “Focus on her pleasure, not yours,” she instructed, her tone firm and unwavering.

Lilly, with a playful glint in her eyes, spread herself open, moaning softly as if inviting me closer. My breath hitched at the sight, and I leaned in, kissing her slowly. The warmth of her skin against my mouth was intoxicating, and I felt a rush of desire coursing through me. I wanted to savor every moment, but I was reminded that my pleasure was not the priority here.

Just as I began to lose myself in the moment, Isabel struck my pussy sharply with the crop. The sudden pain jolted me back to reality. “Focus!” she commanded, and I swallowed hard, the sting pulling me back to the task at hand.

With renewed concentration, I leaned forward and began to lick Lilly’s clit, my tongue moving rhythmically as I tried to gauge her reactions. Lilly moaned louder, her body responding to my efforts, urging me on with soft whimpers of encouragement. But Isabel was still not satisfied. I could sense her presence hovering over me, watching my every move like a hawk.

Every time my mind started to wander toward my own denied pleasure, Isabel’s crop would connect with my thighs or pussy, each strike a sharp reminder to keep my focus on Lilly. The pain was searing, but it was also strangely exhilarating, heightening my senses and forcing me to concentrate solely on Lilly’s pleasure.

I paid attention to Lilly’s reactions, adjusting my movements as I continued to lick and suck, wanting desperately to please her. The combination of her moans and the sensation of her warmth against my mouth fueled my determination. I could feel the urgency building in her body, and I pushed myself harder, my tongue working diligently to bring her closer to the edge.

With each flick of my tongue, I could feel Lilly’s body responding, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Isabel remained vigilant, the crop ready at her side, ensuring that I stayed focused on the task. Every falter, every distraction, met with a punishing strike, reminding me of my place and the importance of serving Lilly.

As I continued, Lilly’s breathing became more erratic, and I could sense she was nearing her climax. The ache between my legs grew more intense with every flick of my tongue, my own need almost unbearable. But I couldn’t allow myself to dwell on it; I was here to serve, to bring Lilly the pleasure she craved.

Finally, with one last determined movement, I licked Lilly’s clit with renewed fervor, feeling her body shudder beneath me. She let out a loud moan, her back arching as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Just as she climaxed, Isabel delivered a final strike to my pussy, ensuring that I stayed focused on my task until the very end.

With the task complete, I pulled back, my body trembling from the combination of pain and denied desire. I looked up at Lilly, whose face glowed with satisfaction, and then at Isabel, who stepped back, her expression cold but satisfied.

“Good,” Isabel said, her voice devoid of warmth. “But there is still much to learn.”

Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the long road ahead and the depths of submission yet to be explored.

Saturday

The Strap-on

The dim light of the room flickered as I lay there, my heart racing with anticipation and dread. Isabel was in control, as she always was, her presence overwhelming as she strapped on a thick, black dildo. I watched, helpless, as she tightened the straps, the sight sending a thrill of excitement through me even as my pulse quickened with fear. I was restrained, lying on my back, my wrists tied to my ankles, legs spread wide and open, leaving both of my holes exposed and vulnerable.

The sensation of the cool air against my exposed skin sent a shiver through me, and I knew there was no escape. Isabel leaned over me, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of authority and delight, and I felt a rush of heat flooding my cheeks. I was completely at her mercy.

Without a word, she placed a small vibrator inside my pussy, setting it on a low buzz that teased my senses. The constant hum vibrated through me, keeping me on edge but never allowing me to reach any real pleasure. Each pulse was a reminder of my helplessness, and I could feel my body responding to the stimulation, desperate for more. My breaths came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle against the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

Meanwhile, Isabel turned her attention to Lilly, who was on all fours, eagerly awaiting her turn. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as Isabel approached her, the strap-on glinting in the low light. Lilly's breath quickened as Isabel positioned herself behind her, her grip firm on the base of the dildo.

“Are you ready?” Isabel asked, her voice smooth and confident. Lilly nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes.

With deliberate slowness, Isabel pressed the tip of the strap-on deep inside Lilly, a low groan escaping Lilly’s lips as she surrendered to the sensation. The sight was mesmerizing—Isabel thrusting steadily, each movement deliberate and powerful. I watched as Isabel claimed Lilly with each deep stroke, her hips moving rhythmically against Lilly’s backside, filling her completely.

“God, yes,” Lilly moaned, arching her back as Isabel began to pick up the pace. My own body responded, the combination of the vibrator still buzzing inside me and the raw intimacy of the scene before me heightening my arousal. It was torture; I was bound and left to experience the sight and sounds of pleasure without being able to join in.

Isabel was relentless, her movements slow and deliberate, taking pleasure in my torment. Occasionally, she would glance my way, a satisfied smile on her lips as she watched me squirm.

After what felt like an eternity, Isabel finally turned her attention away from Lilly, a wicked smile creeping onto her face as she approached me. “Now, it’s your turn,” she said, her voice low and sultry. The anticipation made my heart race even faster.

Before Lilly could take her turn with me, Isabel removed the vibrator from my pussy, leaving me momentarily empty and craving. I shivered at the sudden loss of sensation, my body yearning for more. With my body wide open and vulnerable, I could only wait for what was to come next.

Lilly, now wearing the strap-on, knelt between my legs, her gaze filled with a mix of excitement and lust. I felt a mix of fear and desire as she slowly positioned herself at my entrance, the head of the strap-on teasing my sensitive folds.

“Relax,” Lilly whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. “I’ll make it good for you.”

With a steadying breath, I tried to do as instructed. As Lilly began to enter me, I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. There was a slight stretch, but the moment felt electric, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I felt the familiar buzz of the absence of the vibrator teasing my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Isabel knelt beside me, her presence both comforting and intimidating. I was fully aware of her watchful gaze, and I knew that she wouldn’t allow me to lose control. As Lilly thrust into me, Isabel’s hand reached down, rubbing my clit softly, teasing me even further. My body instinctively responded, arching toward her touch, wanting more.

But every time my focus wavered, or my body struggled to handle the pleasure, Isabel was quick to correct me. With a swift motion, she delivered sharp strikes from her riding crop directly onto my clit, sending shockwaves of pain mixed with pleasure through me. Each strike pulled me back to the moment, reminding me of my submission and keeping me on edge.

“Keep your focus,” Isabel commanded, her voice sharp. “You’re here to serve Lilly, not indulge in your own desires.”

I nodded, my breaths quickening as Lilly continued to thrust, her movements becoming more confident. Each time the strap-on sank deep within me, I felt a rush of pleasure that I had never experienced before. It was intoxicating, yet the combination of pleasure and pain made it difficult to concentrate. I fought to maintain my composure, my mind racing as I struggled to keep my focus on Lilly.

As the rhythm intensified, I could feel my body responding more and more, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into something deliciously overwhelming. I was utterly helpless, bound and at their mercy, but deep down, a part of me relished in the surrender. I wanted to please Lilly, to show her how much I craved this connection, even as my body writhed against the restraints.

“Good girl,” Lilly encouraged, her voice low and sultry as she quickened her pace. But Isabel was relentless in her control, her strikes from the crop reminding me of my submission. Each moment became a test of endurance, my body aching for release yet denied by their demands.

The room filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, a symphony of pleasure and discipline that pushed me closer and closer to the brink.

Anal

I remained restrained in the same vulnerable position, my wrists tied to my ankles, legs spread wide and open. The vibrator was placed back inside my pussy, its buzzing pulse strong enough to keep me on edge but never granting me any real release. Each vibration sent waves of frustration through my body, heightening my awareness of everything happening around me.

Isabel focused on Lilly, who obediently bent over in front of her, ready to follow her command. With a tube of lube in hand, Isabel coated the strap-on, her movements deliberate and slow. I watched, helpless and aroused, as Isabel positioned the strap-on at Lilly’s tight entrance.

“Take it nice and easy,” Isabel instructed, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “I want her to feel every inch.”

With that, Isabel slowly pushed the dildo into Lilly’s ass, taking her time with each thrust. My eyes were glued to the scene before me, the way Lilly's body accepted the thickness of the strap-on, how her moans filled the air, each sound reverberating in my own needy body. The constant buzzing of the vibrator inside me only intensified the sensations, keeping me painfully aware of my own hunger for release.

“Watch closely,” Isabel commanded, ensuring that I absorbed every detail as she dominated Lilly. With every thrust, Isabel's control over both of us deepened, and I felt my own desires thrumming through me like a live wire. I was trapped in my bonds, my body responding instinctively to the sight of my friend being filled, my mind racing with a mix of envy and longing.

After several deliberate thrusts, Isabel turned to me, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Are you enjoying the show?” she asked, her tone teasing yet authoritative.

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” she replied, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Because now it’s your turn.”

With that, Isabel finished with Lilly and turned her attention to me. I remained tied down, exposed and open, my ass raised and ready for what was to come. Lilly knelt between my legs, the strap-on glistening as she coated it in lube, her breath hitching with excitement.

“Are you ready for this?” Lilly asked, her voice a mixture of eagerness and hesitation.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body aching with anticipation.

As Lilly slowly entered me with the strap-on, I felt the pressure building inside me. Her thrusts were controlled but deliberate, each movement pushing me further into a haze of pleasure and pain. The vibrator continued its relentless buzz inside my pussy, sending me spiraling deeper into frustration.

Isabel knelt beside me, her hand reaching to rub my clit softly. The contrast of her touch against the thrusts from Lilly was intoxicating, and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of sensations. Every thrust from Lilly brought me closer to the edge, but Isabel wasn’t done with me yet.

“Focus on Lilly,” Isabel reminded me, her voice firm yet seductive. “You’re here to please her, remember?”

I nodded, but the waves of pleasure were overwhelming. Each time my mind drifted, Isabel was quick to correct me. With a sharp strike from her riding crop on my exposed pussy, she pulled me back to reality, each sting a reminder of my place as her submissive.

“Keep your head in the game,” she warned, and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she watched me squirm beneath their control.

With Lilly thrusting into me and Isabel teasing my clit, I was caught in a delicious web of submission. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, and as my breaths quickened, I realized how much I craved this—craved to be dominated, to surrender completely.

The buzzing of the vibrator, the rhythmic thrusts from Lilly, and the sharp corrections from Isabel formed a perfect storm of sensations that pushed me to the edge of ecstasy. I was theirs completely, body and soul, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Edge and Denial

I remained restrained in the same position, my wrists tied to my ankles, legs spread wide and completely exposed. The air was thick with anticipation as Isabel instructed Lilly to insert a metallic princess plug into my ass. I gasped at the coldness of the metal against my skin, feeling utterly vulnerable as Lilly obeyed. The weight of the plug inside me only intensified my awareness of my submission, leaving me breathless.

With a wicked smile, Isabel watched closely, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Make her feel every bit of this,” she commanded Lilly, who knelt between my legs, ready to tease me to the brink of pleasure.

Lilly started slowly, using her fingers and mouth to pleasure me, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. She began to tease my clit, licking along my folds with tantalizing slowness. Each flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, building the heat deep within. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.

Just as I began to peak, Isabel intervened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She applied the first clamp to one of my nipples, the sharp pinch making me gasp in surprise. The unexpected sensation was electrifying, and my body instinctively arched into it. Isabel then tied the clamp to a rope, attaching it to my wrist, ensuring there was always tension on the rope and the clamp, pushing me further into the delicious torment.

“Focus on Lilly,” Isabel instructed, her voice smooth and authoritative. As Lilly continued to tease me with her tongue, the heightened sensitivity from the clamp pushed me even closer to the edge, each flick of Lilly’s tongue sending me spiraling toward release.

“Please,” I whimpered, desperate for the sweet relief of orgasm.

Isabel's lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer. “Not yet,” she said, her breath warm against my skin. “You have more to endure first.”

Just as I neared the brink again, Isabel clamped the other nipple, tying it to a rope attached to my other wrist. The sharp pinch heightened my awareness, and as Lilly continued to suck and lick, my body trembled with need.

“Such a good girl,” Isabel purred, watching my face contort with pleasure and frustration. “But we can’t let you cum yet, can we?”

I was teetering on the edge, my breath coming in short gasps as Lilly continued to tease me with her tongue. My clit throbbed with need, and I felt Isabel’s fingers trailing down my body. She applied a clamp to one of my pussy lips, tying it to a rope connected to my big toe, stretching me open and leaving me feeling completely vulnerable.

“Look at how exposed you are,” Isabel said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as I squirmed under their control. “You exist solely for our pleasure now.”

When I got close to orgasm again, Isabel placed a second clamp on my other pussy lip, ensuring both lips were held open, exposed to the air and their gaze. The pressure from the clamps was overwhelming, my body begging for relief while knowing I was utterly at their mercy.

“Lilly,” Isabel instructed, “keep her right on the edge.”

With the clamps firmly in place, Lilly turned her full attention to my swollen clit, her tongue flicking and teasing it with a mix of gentle strokes and deliberate pressure. The heightened sensation was a beautiful torment, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I could feel the intensity building within me, each lick pushing me closer to the brink.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice trembling as desperation clawed at my throat. “Can I cum? I need to cum!”

But instead of relief, Isabel leaned in closer, applying a clamp directly to my clit. The sharp pain coursed through me, making it impossible for Lilly to reach me with her mouth. I was on the verge of tears, my body shaking from the mix of pain and desire.

“Now, use the vibrator,” Isabel commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lilly obeyed, softly buzzing the vibrator inside my pussy, the vibrations mixing with the torment of the clamps. She began to pump it in and out of me, my body reacting instinctively to the sensation, pushing me closer and closer to that sweet release.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice trembling as desperation clawed at my throat. “Can I cum? I need to cum!”

The tension from the clamps intensified my need, leaving me on the brink but never allowed to cross over. Isabel watched me with a sadistic delight, delivering sharp strikes with her riding crop to my exposed thighs, reminding me of my place, of my submission.

“Your pleasure is secondary,” she reminded me, her voice laced with authority. “What matters is your obedience.”

The edging continued for hours, my body trembling and aching, completely at their mercy. Each clamp maintained a steady tension that added to my torment, each pulse of the vibrator only heightening the frustration. I was lost in the haze of pleasure and denial, the edges of my sanity fraying as I teetered on the precipice of ecstasy, desperate to surrender to the waves crashing over me but held back by the firm hand of Isabel’s control.

Sunday

The Final Test

Sunday morning. The air in the room felt thick with anticipation. Isabel, dressed in her tight latex, sat in her chair, watching me closely. This was it—the final test. I had spent two days learning, submitting, and being broken down. Today, I had to prove myself by pleasing Lilly while Isabel observed every move.

Lilly stood beside me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight body on full display. She smiled down at me, her lips curving into a knowing smirk as I knelt before her. Her collar glinted, and I could feel the weight of Isabel’s expectations press down on me. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about control. I had to focus, even though my own body ached for release.

Isabel’s voice was calm but commanding. "Show me what you’ve learned. Make her cum."

My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned forward, pressing my lips against Lilly’s. She moaned softly, her body melting into mine as we kissed. My hands roamed over her breasts, her skin smooth and warm beneath my fingertips. I squeezed gently, feeling her nipples harden in my palms as I pushed her back against the bed.

I kissed my way down her neck, over her breasts, and lower still, until I was between her legs. Her thighs parted for me, and I could see the wetness already glistening between her folds. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and I knew what I had to do. With one glance up at Isabel, I dipped my head and began.

My tongue slid over Lilly’s clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly as her fingers tangled in my hair. I could feel her body responding to every movement, her breathing quickening as I flicked my tongue against her again and again. Her moans filled the room, and I knew she was close.

Lilly’s legs trembled as I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue circling it faster. Her gasps turned into desperate moans, her body arching off the bed as she pushed against my face. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not until I heard that sound—the sharp intake of breath followed by her cry of release.

She came hard, her thighs squeezing around my head as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her wetness coated my lips, her taste filling my mouth as I continued to lap at her until her moans softened and her grip on my hair loosened.

I pulled back, panting, my face glistening with her juices as I sat back on my heels. But there was no time for rest. Isabel leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Now, let Lilly fuck you."

Lilly didn’t hesitate. She stood, adjusting the strap-on that Isabel handed her, the silicone tip gleaming as she fastened it tightly around her hips. My heart raced as I climbed onto all fours, my ass in the air, legs spread wide, knowing what was coming next.

I could feel the cool tip of the strap-on pressing against my entrance, and Lilly teased me with it, sliding it back and forth before slowly pushing inside. I moaned as she filled me, my body tightening around the silicone as she thrust deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, but I had to stay focused. This was about Lilly, about showing Isabel I could handle it.

"Fuck her harder, Lilly," Isabel ordered, her voice sharp with command.

Lilly’s pace quickened, the strap-on slamming into me with every thrust. My hands gripped the bed as I struggled to stay upright, the force of her movements driving me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy clenched around the toy, the pressure building with every stroke.

"Please," I gasped, the word slipping from my lips before I could stop it. "Please, Mistress..."

Isabel smirked, watching me closely as Lilly fucked me harder. The strap-on hit deeper with every thrust, my body trembling as I tried to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

"Not yet," Isabel said, her voice a cruel whisper. "You’ll cum when I say so."

I whimpered, my body betraying me as it begged for release. But I held back, every muscle in my body straining as Lilly fucked me relentlessly, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto the strap-on again and again.

My mind was foggy with need, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to stay in control. But Lilly’s pace didn’t slow. She fucked me harder, deeper, the sound of her hips slapping against my ass echoing through the room.

I was so close. Every nerve in my body was on fire, the pressure building in my core, but I had to hold on. For Isabel. For this final test.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I clenched my fists, desperate to please them both, desperate to prove myself, even as my body begged for release.

"Not yet," Isabel repeated, her smile cold. "You haven’t earned it."

Submission to the Dominatrix

My body was still trembling as I knelt before Isabel, the lingering heat from Lilly’s touch barely faded. But there was no time for me to recover—this was the final stage of my submission, the moment where I had to show Isabel how much I had learned, how much I had become hers. I was desperate to prove myself, to please her, to be worthy.

Isabel's dark eyes fixed on mine as she leaned back in her chair, legs spread wide, the soft gleam of her wet pussy inviting me closer. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, making me feel dizzy with anticipation. She had been watching me all weekend, training me, molding me into the perfect submissive slut. Now, I had to prove my devotion by bringing her to the edge.

“Kneel, slut,” she commanded, her voice low and demanding.

I moved toward her on my knees, heart pounding as my lips brushed her inner thigh. I could feel her eyes burning into me, watching every move as I kissed my way up her leg, my mouth soft and reverent. Isabel’s muscles tensed under my lips, and I felt her fingers weave into my hair, tugging my head up to meet her gaze.

“Show me what you’ve learned,” she whispered, a dark challenge in her tone.

With a soft moan, I lowered my face to her pussy, my tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time. Her wetness coated my tongue, and I savored the sensation as I began to explore her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top, teasing her clit with each pass, before gently sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth.

Isabel’s hips bucked slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing it, tormenting it. The more I worked, the more she responded, her grip in my hair tightening as I quickened my pace, my mouth desperate to bring her pleasure. Every movement was designed for her satisfaction, every flick of my tongue a testament to how much I had been trained to please her.

“Good girl,” she purred, her breath hitching as her body responded to my eager mouth. “You’ve come a long way. Look at you now, my obedient lesbian slut, desperate to serve.”

Her words sent a rush of pleasure through me, the humiliation mixing with a deep pride. I moaned softly against her clit, my tongue working faster now, determined to make her cum, to show her how far I had come.

Just as I felt Isabel’s body tensing under my touch, she shifted, pulling me back slightly. “Enough,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to Lilly, who had been watching from the sidelines. “Join her.”

Lilly, with her flushed cheeks and eager smile, crawled to my side, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Together, we knelt before Isabel, our tongues ready to worship her as one.

The two of us moved in sync, our mouths finding her pussy, our tongues licking over her sensitive clit. The feeling of Lilly’s tongue brushing against mine as we worked together was electric, the combined effort amplifying Isabel’s moans. I flicked my tongue over Isabel’s clit, while Lilly licked beneath, teasing the tender skin around it. We moved as one, our tongues dancing together in perfect rhythm, bringing Isabel closer to the edge with every second.

Isabel’s moans grew louder, her body jerking as the two of us continued to lick and suck her sensitive clit. The sensation of both our mouths on her was overwhelming her, and I could feel her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. My tongue flicked faster, swirling around her clit while Lilly focused on sucking gently, the combined pleasure pushing Isabel to the brink.

The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, her gasps and moans growing more desperate as we worked harder. My lips brushed against Lilly’s as we both sucked on Isabel’s swollen clit, our tongues moving together in a fevered pace, giving Isabel everything she needed. The heat of her body, the wetness of her pussy, and the desperate pull of her hands on our hair drove us on, spurring us to keep licking, keep sucking, until she broke.

“Fucking hell, don’t stop,” Isabel growled, her voice shaking as her hips bucked against our faces.

We obeyed, not daring to slow down. My tongue flicked in fast, rhythmic strokes, while Lilly’s lips sucked hungrily on the sensitive tip of her clit, creating a relentless pressure. Isabel’s breathing turned into sharp gasps, her thighs trembling on either side of us as her body tensed.

The room filled with the slick sounds of our tongues on her pussy, the wetness of her arousal coating our lips as we licked her over and over. I felt Lilly’s tongue flick against mine again as we focused on Isabel’s throbbing clit, the sensation driving Isabel mad with need.

And then, with a loud moan, Isabel’s body stiffened, her hips jerking wildly as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her. We didn’t stop—Lilly and I kept licking, kept flicking our tongues over her clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Isabel’s body finally collapsed back into the chair.

Her chest heaved, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she lay back, utterly spent. We knelt before her, our faces flushed, our mouths slick with her arousal. I felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that together, we had brought her to the edge and beyond.

Isabel’s eyes opened slowly, her gaze moving between Lilly and me, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. "You’ve both done well," she murmured, her voice dripping with pleasure. "My obedient sluts."

Orgasm

I could barely stand, my legs trembling from the intense pleasure of pleasing Isabel. I had passed every test, endured every torment she set before me, and now I was on the brink of receiving the one thing I craved most—release. My pussy ached with need, so wet and swollen after being denied for so long, my body practically begging for the orgasm I had been waiting for all weekend.

Isabel took her time, strapping on the thick black dildo with calm precision, her piercing eyes locked on mine. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her, knowing she was about to take me, claim me fully. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation sending shivers down my spine.

Behind me, Lilly knelt, her hands softly parting my legs as I bent over, my ass high in the air, completely exposed. I could feel her breath on my inner thighs, her presence only adding to the excitement coursing through me. I was ready for this—for both of them.

"You’ve been such a good slut this weekend," Isabel said, her voice low and commanding. "And now, I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve."

The tip of the strap-on pressed against my entrance, and I gasped, my body responding instantly. I was so wet, so needy, and as Isabel pushed inside me, I moaned out loud, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled after so much denial. She started slow, each thrust deep and deliberate, letting me feel every inch of her control over me.

But it wasn’t just Isabel. Lilly’s mouth found my clit, her tongue gently flicking over the swollen bud, teasing me, making me squirm in pleasure. The combination of being fucked by Isabel and having Lilly’s expert tongue on me was intoxicating, every nerve in my body alight with sensation.

I couldn’t help myself. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against Lilly’s mouth, pushing back against Isabel’s cock, desperate for more. Every thrust sent me closer to the edge, every stroke of Lilly’s tongue driving me mad with need.

"Look at you," Isabel taunted, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So desperate to cum, aren’t you?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," I panted, barely able to form the words. "Please... please let me cum."

Isabel’s thrusts became harder, more relentless, her hands gripping my hips tightly as she pounded into me. Lilly’s tongue worked my clit with perfect precision, flicking and sucking, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

"Not yet," Isabel growled. "You don’t get to cum until I say so."

My whole body trembled, teetering on the edge of release, every inch of me aching for it. I held on, trying to focus, but it was so hard, so overwhelming. I was completely at her mercy.

"Now, slut," Isabel finally commanded, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Cum for me. Cum for us."

It was like a dam breaking. At her command, the orgasm tore through me, more powerful than anything I had ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my pussy clenching hard around Isabel’s cock. Lilly’s tongue stayed on my clit, pushing me further and further into the orgasm, making me see stars as I came for them both.

I had never felt anything like it. The release was explosive, my body shuddering with each wave of pleasure. I came so hard, over and over, my body completely giving in to the intensity of it all. Every muscle in me tensed and released, leaving me breathless, dizzy with the overwhelming ecstasy.

As the last tremors of my orgasm subsided, I collapsed forward, gasping for air, my body still humming with pleasure. Isabel slowly withdrew, her hands lingering on my ass, while Lilly gently kissed the inside of my thigh, her touch soft and warm.

"You came for us," Isabel murmured, her voice filled with pride. "Our perfect little lesbian slut."

Reflection

As I lay there, the weight of the weekend washed over me, and I reflected on how much I had changed. I had fully embraced my role as a submissive lesbian slut, trained to serve and submit without hesitation. It felt exhilarating to surrender completely, finding fulfillment in their pleasure. Just as I began to collect my thoughts, Isabel lifted me gently, her eyes gleaming with pride.

Moments later, I heard the familiar sound of my Dom’s car pulling up outside. Isabel smiled knowingly as she helped me up, and I felt a rush of warmth. "You’re ready for him now," she said softly. As I stepped outside, I was greeted by the sight of my Dom, pride radiating from him. I was no longer just myself; I was transformed, fully embracing my new identity, ready to face whatever lay ahead with confidence.