“My finger is wiggling in my pussy right now.”
“April May, I didn’t need to know that.”
“June. June-June. That is absolutely something you need to know,” April May sighed. Nothing was more important than getting to June but on some days that seemed impossible. She took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it expire. Holding a glistening finger at eye level, she said, “You don’t have to be so uptight. You can relax.”
She silently focused on the dewy digit.
“April May!”
She stood rigid at the sound of her Master’s voice. June was forgotten as she scampered off to dress for dinner: nothing but five-inch sandals, sparkling ruby-red to match the color on her toes. She presented herself, staring blindly at his throat. Devin kissed her forehead and whispered, “Down.” April May’s eyelids dropped a little, her shoulders drooped a little and her lips parted. He stepped aside, just out of her line of sight, and took measure.
He liked short girls. He liked short girls with big tits and tight waists. And naked – girls should be naked, at least when it was practical. Her haunches, while small, were muscular, as were her legs. He also liked his girls to be open-minded free-thinkers, when they were allowed to have thoughts.
She didn’t flinch as he drew a finger through her parted labia. Rolling her juices over his fingertips in front of her face, he touched her shoulder and said, “Up.” She blinked. “Have you been talking with June?”
“Yes, Master, whenever she will listen to me, and even if she’s not listening, I whisper to her.”
“Good girl.”
April May juddered. She lived for that.
“But?”
“But she’s afraid. How can someone be free and obedient, she would say. I corrected her, of course. I told her she can freely give her will. How is getting lost in promiscuity freeing me? I told her I do not open my legs freely but I am free to open my legs. I told her I have a Master but I am not a slave. One must have a Master in order to be set free, and that you are the one to set her free.”
“Good girl.”
April May meekly squeaked her thanks.
“You are hungry?” Her eyes widened and she nodded quickly. “Then eat.”
April May squatted before her Master’s crotch, deftly freeing his cock. She held it steepled in her hands and bowed, touching her forehead to it. Thank you for this greatest and grandest of cocks.
She gobbled it up as if she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth for days, weeks, … forever. She looked up at him for his cues except when she dared to look down upon his phallus to marvel at its perfection. An occasional drop escaped from her cunt and tracked along her ass to drip its final inch onto the floor.
Two rewards – there were always two rewards. The first was his cream, sweet and plentiful, satiating and filling, filling her mouth and belly. When her Master came, she came – she always came. Her cunt collapsed upon itself and screamed out again even before the second helping powerfully jetted down her throat. Devin’s cock softened in her mouth but she never knew that. She kept sucking and would keep sucking until she was told she was free to stop.
“April May – on your back.” She lay spread-eagle, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Lift your legs. More. Higher.” Devin stuffed his cock back into his pants, finished for now, and admired the canvases on the floor. The canvas of her body was painted often by him or his friends, his patrons who admired his art. The canvas of her mind was more impressive, easily whitewashed and painted over again save for one small stubborn spot.
“Feel the cock sliding into your cunt, April May.”
“Oooh.” She spread her legs a little more to accommodate the phantom phallus, keeping them raised.
“The cock feels good, so very, very good. One cock is good and two cocks are better, aren’t they? Two cocks gliding in and out, out and in. Two cocks are better, aren’t they?”
“Yess...”
“Three. Feel three cocks now, three cocks fucking you. They fit just right, don’t they? Your cunt can grow, it can take three cocks. It can take four. There are four cocks in your cunt, four cocks taking turns hitting all the right spots. How many cocks are in your cunt, April May?”
She moaned, “Four. There are four cocks fucking me.” She lifted her tits from her sides to smash them together, twisting and tweaking her nipples.
“No, there are five cocks, five cocks in your cunt, squirming inside you, each wanting to make you cum. Would you like to cum, April May?”
“Yess, cumm....”
“You can’t cum yet. You want desperately to cum, but you can’t yet. Six. Six cocks inside, six inside your growing cunt. Seven.”
“Oh, gaw...”
“Eight. Now there are eight big, fat, long cocks, cocks like steel, cocks like snakes, cocks full of cum are stuffing your big fat cunt. Nine. Ten. Ten cocks are fucking you; ten cocks want you to cum. You’re more cunt than woman now. All you are is a fantastic cunt with heart and lungs to keep your cunt alive. What are you, April May?”
“Gawd oh gawd I’m a cunt.”
“What are you?”
“I’m a giant cunt. I am heart and lungs and cunt and nothing more.” Her legs were as high as she could raise them and spread as far apart as they could be.
“The first cock will cum soon. When it cums, so will you. You will cum every time a cock cums. Three, two, one, the cock is pulsing, throbbing, cumming inside you.
“Ooh!”
“Another cock is cumming now. And a third. Three cocks are cumming and you’re cumming with each one. Four, five, there’s so much cum inside, it’s so hot. The cocks start to pull out. Six, seven. You cum again and again. Eight, nine, ten. Ten cocks have cum!”
April May’s legs dropped as she convulsed on the floor, moaning as the cocks vanished and their deposits melted away.
“Down.”
She immediately stopped moving. Her breaths became deep and regular, her half-closed eyes rolled to one side, and there were contented curls at the ends of her mouth. “You’re a woman again,” Devin assured her. “Your happy cunt is as it was, tight and happy, even tighter than before. You are free to rest now. Rest, April May, rest for an hour and go home, remembering how good you feel and nothing more.”
~~~
June was heading for home. Running always made her feel good, feel free, even feel aroused if she dared to think of herself in that way. April May was right to suggest her running outfit. Yoga shorts that were a size too small and worn without panties increased her stride without chafing. Her camel toe was all in her imagination, April May had told her, and nobody was staring at her camel toe. Nobody was staring at her tightly-held breasts as they spilled over the top of her sports bra and nobody was looking at her camel toe.
“How was your run?” April May asked when June stepped out of the shower.
“Wonderful as always. It’s funny how I zone out when I run. I never remember much of it at all.”
“Free of care?”
“Yes.”
“Free of mind? Free of thought?”
“In a way, yes.”
“My Master does that for me.”
“So you have said.”
“Relax and think about that.”
June had thought a lot about that. April May was always suggesting how happy she’d be if she gave herself – her self. As tempting as that sounded some days, there was always a small part of her that wanted to hang on. She came out of her reverie and noticed April May was gone. That was just like her, feeling free to come and go as she pleased.
Her towel was tossed next to the full-length mirror. June was fit, more than fit, yet she felt that her body had betrayed her dreams. She had the tits and ass of a Broadway dancer but she was too short to be a chorus girl. She studied ballet for years, but she was too top-heavy for that, or for competitive gymnastics. She settled for a job that used her mind more than her body, which April May always said was a waste. June cartwheeled to her stripper pole and leaped up, wrapping a knee around it. She didn’t remember when she put the pole in; it was almost as if it had just appeared one day, or maybe it had always been there.
~~~
June dressed for work, including her waist-training corset. April May was right, as usual. The smaller her waist became, the tighter and stronger her core was and the freer she was from back pain from carrying her big girls.
At her frills-free desk, June grumbled to herself again that she wasn’t paid enough to keep covering up others’ mistakes. Asking for a raise wasn’t really an option since her boss made it clear how she could advance. She reported him to the HR guy, who offered her a chance to discuss things in a more neutral setting, perhaps over dinner.
“Good morning, June.”
Think of the devil. June kept herself from sighing. “Good morning, Bob.”
Her boss simply wanted to let her know that his wife was out of town for the night, just in case she wanted to drop by to discuss her career opportunities. “We’ll see, Bob. I’ll have those reports for you after lunch.” As the afternoon wore on, the idea of an evening run appealed more and more to her.
That evening, Bob was surprised and pleased when he cracked open his front door. “Well, hell....”
April May pushed her way past. “I’m not free all night.” She shimmied out of her tight pencil skirt and quickly removed her blouse, standing before him in three-inch pumps, black thigh-highs, and a red and black bustier. “You better be good with oral and your dick better be bigger than your brain.” Before June’s boss could retort, April May grabbed him by the crotch. “Okay, that’s not promising; let’s go.” She strode up the stairs almost faster than he could follow.
Bob got on his back as he was instructed and April May pinned his shoulders down with her knees to force his jaws apart with her cunt. “A little tongue will help here. I’m not letting you fuck me unless you can get me wet and, honestly, this is the only way that could happen.” He eagerly complied and she easily took her first pictures while his eyes were closed.
She declared that that was enough and told him to drop his pants. Lowering herself onto him, she muttered what a waste of time it was getting wet and proceeded to jump up and down. He moaned, and she said, “oh baby” as flat as she wasn’t. Thanking God that this wasn’t going to take long, she warned him to pull out before he came.
April May was speeding down the road before Bob had managed to pull his pants up. He was initially pleased with the pictures that she sent, even with her face cropped out, until he read the message that followed: “Say hello to your wife for me, or I will.”
~~~
June had no idea how or why she got her raise or the following week off free. “I guess hard work really pays.”
“You really don’t know?” April May tried to get her to think.
“No. He made another pass at me, I turned him down, and the next day I had the raise. What more is there to know?”
“June. June-June. It was all your idea.”
“It was?” She didn’t want to think about it. “Did I, did you fuck him?”
“He was horrible. It’s best that you don’t know how horrible.”
June had to free herself from their conversation. “I’m going to yoga class.” She drove, not thinking to bring her outfit with her. Parking near the studio, she walked slowly to read the tacky sign outside of the strip club next door: “Amateur Night. Prizes.” She walked in.
June gave the bouncer a shy smile when he welcomed her back. She took a number without thinking and walked toward the stage. The night was young and most of the potential contestants hadn’t yet been coaxed in by their boyfriends, so June soon had her turn.
“What song do you want, honey?” asked the skinny DJ with heavy makeup.
“Whatever.” June began with a cartwheel and a backflip in her stockinged feet, earning applause before the music even started. She rolled her neck and her shoulders, swaying her tits out and back to the music’s rhythms and undulating until every joint flowed freely in their sockets.
Don’t think.
She stood in place with her legs spread to shoulder width and scattered her blouse’s buttons into the darkness. Discarding her shirt to reveal the lacy black bra hammocking her breasts, June lifted a leg straight out and pushed a thigh-high past her knee. Easily keeping her balance, she bent her leg at the knee and stripped the stocking away from her foot. She tantalized the audience with a long zip of a short zipper and exaggeratedly high-stepped out of her skirt.
June pranced toward the pole and flipped into a handstand, balancing herself with her bare foot against it. She reached behind her restrained tits and with a snap of her fingers freed them to bounce and hang for the joy of the audience. She wrapped both legs around the pole and pulled herself up straight before letting gravity slide her down into a split. Resting her head on her knee, blankly facing the audience, she slowly removed her second stocking.
Free.
June danced. More than once whispers and murmurs wound their way through the dark: “Was that real? Did she cum?” It was. She did. She danced.
The other girls helped her dress when the music was over so she wouldn’t walk out again mostly naked, then scooped up her abandoned tips.
~~~
Devin smiled at June when she stood before him.
“You’re April May’s Master?”
“I am.”
“Is April May here?”
“You tell me.”
June studied Devin. She took a single step, pivoted, looked around, and stepped back. Repeating the dance with her other foot, June decided it would be best if she stayed right where she was. “I don't remember coming here.”
“Of course you do. You drove right here after your workout.”
“I didn't go to yoga.”
“No?”
“I don’t remember where I went.”
“I think you do.” He had her close her eyes and breathe. “Open your eyes, you remember it all now.”
“I danced. I went to the strip place. I danced and I stripped because, because, because that’s what I wanted to do - because you told me to and I wanted to do what you told me to.”
“I did tell you to do that. How did it make you feel?”
“Free.” Devin barely asked the question before June answered. “I obeyed. I am free to obey. Obedience is freedom.”
“Good girl.”
June spoke through the shivers that those words gave her. “But I’ve never seen you before.”
“Down.”
June slumped. Devin touched the sole surviving button on her blouse and wished he had seen the show. She had no bra, no shoes, no hose but a check under her skirt suggested she had worn and soaked her panties.
“June. June-June. You know who I am. You have seen me before.”
“No,” June mumbled with her chin on her chest. “You are April May’s Master. April May tells me about you.”
“That’s right. I am April May’s Master. She gave me her body and she gave me her mind. You know who I am.”
“No.”
“Yes. It’s okay to know who I am. It’s okay to know what I want. You know who I am.”
“Yes.”
“You know what I want. It’s okay to know what I want.”
“Yes.”
“Up.”
June recognized Devin. She knew what he was, she knew what he wanted – who he wanted. She froze on the spot, growing certain about what she wanted.
“June. June-June. Offer me your body.”
June was dazed, suddenly naked and within arm’s reach, confused and excited. Devin was naked too, naked and hard, awful and wonderful to behold. He reached for her when she took a step and firmly grasped her ass, the veins standing out on his arms and his cock. June hopped up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fought to engulf his implausible girth, moaning throughout its lengthy penetration. She remembered.
She bounced and wriggled and humped, desperate for release but denied. She cursed and cried and hit, desperate for release but denied.
“Give me what I want and I’ll set you free,” Devin promised as he ground into her.
“I can’t.”
“Give her to me.”
“No. Yes, yes alright, oh god, take her, she’s yours! Take that fucking April May, take her and fuck her! Take her body, fuck her mind, take her fucking soul for all I care just let me cum and set me free!” June squealed out her final orgasm and faded into freedom as the woman collapsed in her Master’s strong arms.
~~~
The woman sat naked, fingering herself cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror with an empty purse at her side, its contents dumped in front of her. She studied each item, then either set it aside or tossed it soundlessly on top of the blouse in the trash can.
Devin gave her some time before he spoke. “April May? Have you been talking with June?”
April May cocked her head. "She's gone." She held June’s driver’s license in front of her eyes like a mask. “I can be June for you again if you’d like, Master.”
“No, April May. Never again. You were such a good girl to let her go free.”
