Ashley feels lost for a moment. Her eyes are open, but her mind is entranced. Her Mistress' ass, open and begging for attention, mere inches from her trembling mouth. Forgetting for a moment that she is shackled to the table, she attempts to move away from Miss Rose. Her wrists don't budge and Ashley is shaken back to reality. This powerful, gorgeous woman, would finally relieve Ashley of all of her pent up sexual agony, if she would insert her tongue into the woman's ass.
Miss Rose continued to let Ashley think, as she played with her own sopping cunt. Her slender fingers, covered in her juices, moving elegantly back and forth over her pleasure button.
"Slave, help her decide," Miss Rose bellows, her voice slightly straining to contain her growing ecstasy.
Ashley again, wriggles against her ankle and wrist restraints. She couldn't take much more of this teasing, this pleasurable torment. She is certain her body would rebel and give up soon.
The slave's tongue enters her once again. Deeply pushing inside her soaking lips. Her pussy, now so swollen, the tongue feels as if it is completely filling her vagina. Every delicate, sensitive surface being invaded, licked and aroused.
Ashley whines loudly in desperation, but the slave doesn't stop licking.
Miss Rose, bent over in front of Ashley, moans impatiently. She slowly pushes herself back, bringing her ass closer to her pet's mouth.
The girl's tongue presses against Ashley's G-spot.
I fucking can't take this. Just do it! Just do it and this is all over!
Ashley's pussy aches and begs as she leans her head forward. She wets her lips and stares into Miss Rose's little pink asshole. Shaking and trembling, she breathes it in. It's exotic aroma unlike anything she's sensed before. It is incredibly intoxicating and mysterious. Now, mixed with the smell of pussy, it makes Ashley's mouth water.
The slave girl's tongue flounders inside of her. Ashley wants to cry out in pleasure and desperation. She sticks out her own tongue, preparing to fulfill Miss Rose's request.
Miss Rose can feel Ashley straining forward. A look of delight swims across her face. She rubs her soaking fingers over her hardened clit with renewed vigor.
But, Ashley feels herself hesitate again. Her soft tongue less than an inch from her Mistress' velvet ring.
She is about to put her tongue into another woman's asshole. She keeps playing out the thought in her mind.
Her asshole!?
Despite the fact that its look and smell was more than enticing, the idea bothered her. But Ashley was in agony from going days now, without being allowed to orgasm. This was made exponentially worse by the tongue-fucking the slave was giving her, causes her body to writhe desperately, begging her to give in.
But, Ashley cannot do it.
"I… I can't! Miss Rose I can't! I'm sorry!" She blurts out, almost in tears. She's emotionally, physically and sexually exhausted.
Miss Rose's fingers slowly stop dipping into her pussy. She takes her perfect ass away from Ashley's face and slides off the table.
"Slave. That's enough," she states, calmly. She leans over the table, so she can speak right into Ashley's ear. "That's alright, dear. We've found one of your limits. Haven't we?"
Ashley shivers as the slave's tongue slides wetly out of her desperate cunt.
"I guess so, Miss Rose," she whimpers.
Miss Rose places two of her pussy-covered fingers against Ashley's lips, letting her pet take in the intense, beautiful aroma.
"You guess? You don't seem very sure of that. I think it's not a limit, we can't break," Miss Rose says, sliding her fingers into Ashley's mouth.
Ashley gags as they press down on the back of her tongue. She sucks the warm juices from the fingers reluctantly.
"You're not going to help me cum? Then dear, I don't see why I should let you, cum."
Just hearing Miss Rose say the word 'cum', makes Ashley's whole body tighten with horny need. She tries to speak, but the fingers filling her mouth, make it inaudible.
"Slave, come here," Miss Rose commands.
The girl slowly stands up and humbly walks in front of her Mistress.
Miss Rose removes her fingers from Ashley's mouth. She uses them to take a key off of her side table. She uses it deftly to unlock the slave's handcuffs.
"I'm giving you your hands back slave. Enjoy yourself as much as you want."
Miss Rose's words hurt Ashley's soul. She had been so close to giving her Mistress everything she wanted. She would have been free from these restraints in the afterglow of the best orgasm imaginable. But instead, she's forced to watch the slave get pampered in front of her.
Miss Rose picks up her neatly folded panties.
"Open," she commands, to Ashley.
Ashley has lost the will to resist. Her mind only able to focus on her swollen, aching pussy. Her mouth drops open helplessly.
Miss Rose slowly pushes her pussy-soaked panties into Ashley's mouth. Her Mistress' cunt is all she can taste, as the soft material bundles up around her tongue.
The slave-girl drools onto her fingers and slides them up into herself. She giggles with with pleasure as she watches Miss Rose pick up a ball gag from her table.
Miss Rose firmly places the rubber ball in Ashley's mouth, pressing the panties further in.
Ashley feels a moment of panic as she tries to accept her new punishment. Fear, discomfort and the taste of pussy, play on her senses.
Miss Rose brings the leather straps around Ashley's head and tightens the gag into place.
Ashley mumbles loudly to Miss Rose.
"What was that dear? I'm afraid I can't understand you. And I don't need to. You didn't want to please me, so I've lost interest in what you have to say."
Miss Rose speaks gently, but with a dark edge of indifference. She picks up a small, pink, egg-shaped object from the table. She shows it to the slave. The girl's eyes light up as she fingers herself.
Miss Rose moves around, in behind Ashley. She pushes a finger against Ashley's cunt, gently spreading her incredibly sensitive lips.
"Hmm, I'm not even going to need to wet this," Miss Rose says, genuinely surprised by the amount of lubrication, streaming out of Ashley's suffering pussy.
She pushes the small pink toy inside the dripping hole. Ashley's body recoils in sensation, she lets out a moan. One similar to the sound one makes taking a bite of a delicious chocolate cake, but desperate, forced.
Ashley struggles in her restraints. Exhausted by the relentless sexual arousal that she has had to endure. The slave to her left seems to be getting very turned on by watching her. The girl now has three of her fingers wiggling in rigid unison inside her pussy. The look of enjoyment on her face makes Ashley feel weak with envy.
"Just to make sure that stays in…" Miss Rose says, collecting a slim leather contraption from the side table. A few straps and buckles dangle from it as it's lifted.
Ashley mumbles in protest once she realizes what it's used for.
Miss Rose ignores Ashley's noises as she puts the leather chastity belt around Ashley's hips. She secures the thick, black leather strap around Ashley's stomach and buckles it above her ass. Then, she takes the thick front strap and pulls it in between Ashley's legs. It presses tightly against Ashley's pussy, closing her soaking lips together. The little pink egg inside her has nowhere to go.
Miss Rose fastens the strap to the back of the waist strap above Ashley's ass. And returns to the side table.
Ashley bows her head forward, relinquishing any last resistance or power she was trying to hold onto.
Miss Rose picks up a small, pink, remote-control from the table and then leans into Ashley's ear.
"You're going to want to cum. But you will not. You are going to want to scream and cry and beg. You can do that. But you will not cum."
Ashley whines loudly, but weakly through the gag and her Mistress' panties. She lifts her head and looks into Miss Rose' eyes.
Miss Rose doesn't flinch. She stares at Ashley in complete knowing and understanding. But her empathy does not surpass her presence and complete control of Ashley and the situation.
"Is that understood, dear?" Miss Rose asks, firmly.
Ashley can feel her asshole clench tightly as she realizes Miss Rose will not help her.
"Is that understood?" Miss Rose asks, again. This time a little more bite in her tone, but still perfectly level.
Ashley takes another glance around the room. She sees the small cage in the wall where the slave-girl had been imprisoned. She can see chains and shackles in the corner of the room and even a very scary looking box in the shadows, a few feet away.
Ashley wishes she could speak words to Miss Rose, but could barely move her tongue. The panties in her mouth, now soaked through from her saliva, made sure communication was impossible. She couldn't argue or reason with Miss Rose. She could only go forward, and try, and hope that she could survive this. That her mind and body could be strong enough to get through to the other side. Where her pussy would no longer ache desperately. Where her arms wouldn't feel sore and tired from being tied down. Where she wasn't shaking from the cold, anticipation or suspense of this dungeon-life she'd been living.
Ashley nods slowly to her Mistress with the bravest face she can muster. But Miss Rose sees the desperation in Ashley's eyes, and Ashley realizes it.
"Good girl," Miss Rose says casually, keeping direct eye contact with her little pet.
Miss Rose turns and begins to leave the room.
"Both of you better behave until I'm back."
Miss Rose's words echo through the cold room quickly, followed by silence, as she shuts the heavy metal door to the chamber they're in.
Ashley begins to panic for a moment.
Why didn't she put the girl back in her cage? Is Miss Rose even paying attention? What if I need help? What if this girl does something to me? I don't even know her!
Ashley's legs begin to shake a little. The slave notices and smiles. Ashley looks away from her, just trying to survive until Miss Rose comes to free her.
"Ohh, do you not like me?" The slave asks, in a slightly taunting tone.
Ashley doesn't respond. She closes her eyes tightly and tries to remember being somewhere else. A hot bath, her head on a pillow, warmth, freedom.
"You're the one who's being a bad girl. I can't believe you refused to lick Miss Rose's ass. Who do you think you are?"
Again, Ashley doesn't respond. She hopes the girl will lose interest in her.
But, the girl stands up and walks to Ashley's table. She grabs Ashley by the back of her head and turns her face towards her.
The girl holds Ashley's head in place, so Ashley can only see her. With the other hand the girl continues to play with herself. She slides 2 of her fingers back inside her wet cunt. Ashley is forced to watch the girl enjoy herself. Ashley grunts loudly in frustration.
The thin girl gets turned on more and more as Ashley tries to struggle her head free. Her fingers wetly fucking her as she moans.
"I've done everything I've been told. That's why I'm getting rewarded. Miss Rose said I can do whatever makes me happy. So, you're going to watch me play with my cunt!"
The slave giggles as she enjoys her power trip, and the growing waves of pleasure slowing building in her belly.
Ashley shuts her eyes tightly. Doing the only thing she can to get the girl to stop bothering her. She couldn't take the idea of anyone having pleasure right now. Her body is aching painfully, begging to be satisfied and she could do nothing. Watching this slim, sexy, little woman thrusting into her dripping pussy, is driving Ashley mad. The darkness comforts her ever so slightly.
"Ohh, bad girl!" The slave says, pulling two soaked fingers from her hole. She places them against Ashley's nose. "You can shut your eyes, but you can't shut your nose. How do I smell? Hmm?"
The pheromones drive themselves into Ashley's brain. Her asshole throbs with tense excitement and her cunt drips honey out the sides of her chastity belt.
"I bet I smell delicious," the girl teases.
She rubs her moist fingers around Ashley's lips. Ashley struggles the best she can, but her hair is being pulled tightly to keep her head in place.
"Good slut. Taste my fucking pussy."
Ashley's mouth is gagged full, but her lips send her the sweet, subtle taste of nectar. Her nipples get hard and her cunt drips.
The slave-girl takes her fingers back and sucks on them herself.