CHAPTER 9:
Around 1:00 PM, there was a knock at my front door. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe since I was not dressed.
Standing at the door was a tall young woman, clad in the identical shirt and skirt that I typically wear to the clinic.
Her ensemble was completed with high heels. The crop top she wore had an asymmetrical design, fully revealing one of her nipples, while the other was only partially concealed, possibly due to her having been in motion.
Out of breath, she urgently requested, "Monica, you need to come with me to the clinic immediately."
Her anxiety was evident. I simply gestured for her to enter without asking any questions. It then struck me that the person at my door was Pamela.
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The master then proceeded to explain the rules for the day: "Joint accountability means that a mistake made by one person results in consequences for both. If one individual makes an error, punitive measures will be enforced on the other."
He continued: "Clothes off, for both of you, position number two. Hurry up!"
We both asked the same question: "Shoes or no shoes?"
He replied, "No shoes."
We quickly undressed; I immediately assumed the second position, standing with my feet apart and hands clasped behind my head.
Pamela carefully mirrored my actions moments after I executed them, ensuring precision and avoiding any possible mistakes.
Despite having to deal with removing my heels, I was the first to be ready. Due to the fast pace of events, Pamela completely forgot to take off her socks.
Master Lux immediately pointed to the socks and said, “Monica, retrieve the number three clamps from the drawer.”
I was appalled; I could hardly manage number two, so I expected that number three will be utterly unbearable.
I adhered to the instructions given, and I could sense that Pamela was genuinely upset about the situation.
I handed the size three clamps to the master. I ensured my nipples were extremely hard. The instant the master averted his gaze, I moistened my nipples, blew on them, and stimulated my clit to make them very hard, as Lydia had instructed me.
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Lux inserted himself into the space between us, his erect cock resting between our faces. He instructed us to turn around and take a hands-and-knees stance, both oriented towards his cock.
“Pamela, perform fellatio. Monica, position your face next to Pamela's. A pinch signal will indicate a necessary role reversal.”
Pamela promptly took his cock deeply into her mouth. We both felt a pinch, indicating it was my turn to perform oral.
Unlike Pamela, I was not as casual; I opted to utilize my tongue skills extensively. He pinched us, and it was now Pamela's turn again. This occurred several times.
He stated, “I will be ejaculating in one of your mouths. Who desires my sperm?”
"I do, Master!" we proclaimed in unison. We experienced a moment of shared understanding; my predicament stemmed from a mistake in shaving, while Pamela's blunder was due to her neglect in removing her socks.
Lux remarked, "Aren’t you a group of eager participants? Pamela, I will release my sperm into your mouth. Recline on your back and open your mouth wide."
She promptly turned onto her back, spread her legs apart, and opened her mouth to receive his release. I quietly advised her not to swallow.
Once he was done ejaculating in Pamelas mouth, he declared: "Monica, you have also requested my essence. Recline on your back and open your mouth wide."
I took the same position as Pamela, with my legs and mouth wide open.
He arranged for Pamela to be positioned directly above me, with our faces nearly touching.
Pamela opened her mouth, allowing the cum load to flow into mine.
After he repeated this process four times, Pamela was holding the load, and he instructed her to swallow.
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Approximately thirty minutes into the film, I replenished our wine glasses.
I observed that Pamelas hand rested on her knee, her thumb lightly grazing her pussy. It reminded me of our initial encounter; she was watching me being ass fucked by the master. Did her actions represent a form of silent or indirect masturbation? Was it dystonia? It must provide some form of gratification. The last time she engaged in that particular action, her leggings were soaked with pussy juice.
I adjusted my position on the couch, moving closer until our arms made contact.
Her short skirt was pulled up high, revealing her bald pussy. She continued to lightly caress it with her thumb. I inquired, "Would you like some assistance with that?"
She responded, "Excuse me?"
My gesture drew attention to her thumb and her intimate area. She replied, "Oh, I am not engaging in self-pleasure. It is merely a positive reaction. I behave this way when I find something enjoyable."
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a strong desire to touch her: "Would it be acceptable if I addressed that?"
Leaning back a bit, she parted her legs in a welcoming manner. "Of course."
As my hand made contact with her intimate area, I realized it was incredibly wet. I glided my hand along her intimate lips, occasionally brushing against her clitoris.
She spread her legs wider, signaling her pleasure. My attention shifted from the film to her intimate area.
Pamela remained focused on the movie. I was hoping that Pamela would reciprocate and touch me as well.
The posture I took—one knee on the couch—made my pussy easy to see. There was no reaction from her. I took a small step forward and scooted my other leg closer to hers.
Now she saw my pussy. I took immediate action to work her pussy more diligently, ensuring my message was received.
She placed her hand on my thigh to assess my reaction. I opened my legs slightly more, allowing her to slide her hand between my pussy lips.
Throughout the movie, we continued gently masturbating each other.
A scene unfolded, showcasing a confrontation between two submissive compelled to satisfy one another. This was the catalyst for Pamela.
She directed my hand with her other hand, moving it up and down her pussy, leading to a powerful orgasm.