Winning Ways page 10

Addi reached out and placed her warm hand on Nirvana's scalp. Oh, the feel of Addi's left hand through Nirvana's hair was heavenly. She realised that only minutes before those same fingers had been opening the Greek's cunt as she maximised her pleasure. She found herself leaning into the petite woman's thigh, wanting more caresses. She was like a faithful lap dog. The movements excited her in their simplicity and yet sensuality. Nirvana found herself wanting to be exposed like Gemma and to give herself to this woman. The sensual massage of her scalp was sending erotic signals directly to her pussy.

"Take off your clothes," came the equally simple order from Addi, either sensing her need or doing it purely for her own pleasure. "I saw your open cunt when you sat down at the airport, slut. Take them off now!" she added, this time more forcibly.

Nirvana did, amazing herself at how quickly she acquiesced. She reached to the back of the corset-like bodice and struggled with the lacing, with Addi just admiring but not helping, turned on by her exertion. Once released, her dark brown breasts bounced free, beautiful. She slipped the fine material down her torso, so conscious of her recently shaved pudenda but also pleased that others -- in particular Addi - would now see her carefully depilated cunt. How naïve! Addi had other plans, as she followed Mavis's example, taking a clump of Nirvana's hair in her hands and pulling Nirvana's gaping mouth to her pussy lips. She felt the hesitation and resistance but held firm as she pulled her down and between her legs.

It had been a token show of resistance, her tongue quickly demonstrating why Mavis saw her as a slut. That little 'glossa' was straight into her companion's slit, pushing hard like a fucking penis. She lapped at the copious globbules of juice that poured continuously from her companion's cunt lips. This was something she remembered she had loved until that brush attack. Her thoughts were nothing but lust and a little resentment. What would have happened if she and Beth had not been found out? Wow, she loved the impact she was having on Addi, whose voice was nothing but low guttural moans backed by short breathless gasps. As she experimented with stabs and licks long and short, she discovered the power she had despite thinking she was the lowly, submissive one.

Nirvana reached out her hands, stroking the firm thighs of her petite lover, then reached around to caress and knead the Greek Cypriot's beautifully sculpted arse cheeks. She let her fingers trail down Addi's crack, her index finger discovering the Cypriot's rosebud that to her surprise seemed to open on reflex. The sigh accompanying this act said so much. So, she insinuated her finger in a little more, pressing the sphincter open, surprising herself with her curiosity and lust. Was that a 'yes' she heard from above her? She pressed further, feeling the anal muscle invite her in. There was a moan of utter pleasure. "Yes, fuck my arse, fuck it as you lick my cunt!" came the obscene words that gave Nirvana full permission.

My Asian love slipped her digit further and further into her Mistress's arsehole, relishing the discomfort she was creating whilst knowing it pleased Addi to be abused like this as pleasure again overcame pain. Besides, licking hard on her clitty simultaneously just sent the Cypriot to a new zone of sensuality. Soon she was grinding her cunt hard against Nirvana's mouth to the point where breathing by her slut was difficult and yet Nirvana would not relinquish her role. On the contrary, something in her said she deserved this, needed this and besides, she had rediscovered her love of other women together with her capacity to play openly and be comfortable naked, masturbating in front of others.

Yes readers, her diary later revealed that my Asian lover, read horny slut, had two fingers deep in her own cunt as she lathed out her friend. As she created intense pleasure in her Cypriot, so she was finding her own Nirvana (sorry I could not resist that little joke). Her fingers were pumping in and out like a machine, with no gentleness in her actions (or so Mavis reported to me later, who had been taken to her own little Nirvana by Gemma at the same time). Soon there were two women standing, moaning loudly and filled with nothing but utter pleasure, and two women below them wanking themselves and close to their own peaks of orgasm. The room was filled with a heady mix of female juice, the only sounds the drone of the plane and the rising orgasmic moans and panting, until stifled screams came from between the legs of the dominatrices and from the mistresses themselves.

Legs buckled and the four collapsed onto the floor, hugging each other in what could only be described by any witness as tangle of bodies like a Roman orgy. All of them blacked out momentarily, before coming round and gently stroking and hugging each other, with smiles and little whispers of 'thank you'.

It was a long time before anyone could be bothered to move. There was comfort in holding and caressing each other. Surprisingly, there was also no desire to swap partners or continue the game. Somehow the latter was just forgotten. Eventually, and typically, Mavis spoke first.

"Right, we better go get some sleep -- well in the short time that's left -- and prepare for tomorrow. Gemma, do you have some robes we can put on?"

"There's no need, this new jet divides First Class passengers from the rest completely. Unless it is an emergency the lower cabin door encapsulates us completely from the others. You can walk down the stairs completely naked if you want to; though I must say I love your cunt shown off by the surrounding stockings, suspenders and corset. You are so beautiful."

"Why thank you, Gemma, and you are a gorgeous slut whom I'm hoping will come and pleasure me later?"

"Oh yes," she replied, a little too eagerly, proclaiming her sluttiness. She reddened, ashamed at her lack of restraint in the face of this incredibly controlled and elegant woman.

"Nirvana, slut, come on now let's go get some sleep. You can keep me amused by sitting opposite with your cunt exposed. I want to wake to that perfect cunny."

"Oh yes," exclaimed Nirvana, again like Gemma being a little too enthusiastic. "You need training. You have no boundaries now. Some have to be given to you if you are to be the best at your role."

Nirvana wanted to ask what she meant by that, but Mavis gestured for them to leave, realising that she had nearly given too much away.

"It's another two hours to landing ladies," Admete said, having looked at the world clock. She had picked up her kimono with no desire to wear it again. She wanted the others to admire her. Even though she was a little jealous of their larger breasts, she knew none of them had nipples as beautiful as hers, or a belly so flat from hours of working out and her dancing. She liked it as all eyes scanned her bosom, clearly taken by the long nipples that remained erect and sensitive.

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They dressed almost last minute, resting in the large seats. Both Addi and Mavis had sat together, placing Nirvana opposite them and instructing her to sleep with her legs apart and completely naked. She welcomed this, feeling the breeze from the aircraft air nozzle blow over her overheated and over-sexed body.

Nirvana woke to find Mavis and Addi kissing passionately their hands deep in each other's cunts. They were moaning into each other's mouths too, their other hands roaming and caressing. Mavis was naked now, her corset lain on the table to their side. Her breasts were slightly sagged but given their size not as much as a 50-year-old might be expected to be. In fact, as Nirvana watched, jealous of their passion and pleasure, she loved the shape and wondered what they must feel and taste like.

That was when she realised she had been touching her own cunt, slipping back the cover over her large clitoris and once aware, she shrugged her shoulders, accepting her slutty ways and rapidly wanked herself to a glorious series of orgasms as she watched their love making. Unlike with their sluts, the two women were surprisingly gentle no matter how obviously turned on and hungry they were for each other.

Gemma had at some point come in and left breakfasts for them all. Nirvana could not remember if she had dreamt it or it had happened, but she thought that the stewardess had give her a sensual kiss before leaving them alone. Her lips tingled as she imagined it, and that was the final image that helped her to those wonderful orgasms.

That was also the point that she pictured her daughter. It was not the type of image that most mothers might be expected to conjure up. No, Zeta was naked, bent over an old gymnasium horse and her bottom had been severely spanked. Something Nirvana realised she should have done to her years ago. She smiled to herself, hoping that that was what the discipline would be like at the finishing school.

You know, when I read that in her journal, I was so filled with love for her.

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"We are landing in 15 minutes ladies," Gemma announced, coming in and helping Mavis back into her corset before brushing her hair and giving her a final passionate embrace and kiss.

"I do hope we meet again soon. I have taken the liberty of slipping my business card into all your handbags. Thank you for making this flight such a pleasure," Gemma said to everyone with absolute sincerity.

All the women hugged and kissed before Gemma ensured they were belted up for their landing. It had been a brief sexual encounter but they all knew it had been the entrée and more was bound to happen.

Chapter Six -- Finishing

Zeta lay in the straw of the stables; her body was aching and tired. For five days she had tried to resist the discipline of the school and each time she had ended up in the stocks, her anal switch removed and her arse paddled, caned or whipped. Always she had been caressed but increasingly she had been denied final orgasm before the anal plug and tail was reinserted. At least six times a day she had ended up on those stocks, public property for others to spank, probe, pleasure and whip, but always offered love and care should she change. She realised her defiance was becoming a habit to get the attention, to feel the pleasure, but now they were denying the orgasms she had had on the first and second days. Now they came on her, used her to gain their pleasure and left her pleading for more punishment and to cum. Yes, always she was left just at that point where another rub or fuck would bring her off. Her hands were then encased in leather mitts that prevented her touching herself, and then she was shackled so that her engorged clitoris was left tingling and aching for love and attention. By day five she was close to screaming with frustration.

On the third day, Isabella (a.k.a. Imogen, readers) spent almost half the day with her, trying to encourage Zeta to change her ways. She lay down with her in the stable, making love to her gently and passionately, massaging her body but never letting her hands free of their leather mittens or taking the plug from her arse. However, their kisses were sweet and intensely arousing. Isabella was clever, again getting her to the peak of ecstasy, keeping her there for over two hours and then abruptly saying she was leaving. Her penultimate gesture was to rub her creamy cunny all over Zeta's face, ensuring she would be imprinted with her smell. Her final gesture was to say, "Remember what I said to you on the train."

"What was that?" Zeta asked, licking the creamy essence with a greedy tongue from her own face, loving the taste of Isabella. She was puzzled and frustrated again. Isabella did not enlighten her but walked away, naked and oh so beautiful, blowing a kiss. Zeta lay still in the stall sad at the loss of her one friend in this place, thinking hard and long. Then it came to her and she thought about that comment every day to this one...

'When you get to Madam Honfleur, then you will experience a level of discipline you have never had in your life before. If you wish to gain from it, then accept it totally. At the end of your time there, you can choose to continue or walk away from the lifestyle,' she remembered Isabella saying to her on the train. She had been too sexually aroused to question what her beautiful friend had meant. How naïve she had been.

She made a decision. From this day forward she would try to be respectful and watch her manners and especially her foul mouth. She looked at Beauty in the next stall as she lay asleep, a smile on her face. She slept with her anal plug in just as Zeta did, but could remove it any time she pleased, especially when she needed the toilet or to pleasure a higher ranking human stallion. If she was good, then Zeta could gain that reward too. However it was not long before an order by one of the naked stable hands to move as he cleaned her straw out led to another "fuck off!" and a prolonged period in the stocks. However, this one was different, as she cried not from pity for her plight but because she had failed to stick to her own pledge. She realised not only was she letting others down, but she was most importantly letting herself down and losing the privileges that good behaviour could bring.

On the fourth day she had been ushered into Beauty's stall, whipped all the way by Marcel for failing to trot like a dressage horse. She swore at him, immediately forgetting her promise to herself, and was shackled to the side of the stall as punishment. Her bit was removed and a larger one, in reality a large gag, was placed into her mouth. Nothing more was said to her as Marcel called others into the stables: most of whom she could not see because of her blinkers.

"Ladies, gentlemen and sluts, tonight is a special one for Beauty. It is her birthday and she has asked for a special treat. Do we think she has been sufficiently obedient to deserve this?"

A chorus of approval echoed around the stable. Beauty nodded her head like a prize mare and her huge breasts swung in delight to the equal pleasure of not only the invited guests but to the young woman's secret surprise, Zeta as well. However she was also feeling defiant as she continued to be told what to do and was now being ignored. It was taking a long time for her to acknowledge that she was a spoilt bitch who demanded attention even when undeserved.

"Ladies, gentlemen and sluts," he announced again. "Beauty is convinced that this slut here whom I have had to shackle has a heart of gold and will be the best submissive we have trained for many years."

He moved to stand by Zeta, his strong hand reaching out and going straight to her cunt. She flinched, trying to move away, but his hand followed and a finger delved in her cleft, parting the instantly pouting lips. She willed herself to obey and please. He sensed the change. She subtly pushed forward a little, offering her cunt to him.

"That is better," he praised, allowing his finger to slide up and down her slit and circling her clitoris, being careful not to stimulate directly the raised tip. He knew how sensitive the young woman was there and how much it tortured her to leave her on the edge, never realising her orgasms. That was the secret of taming her. Isabella (Imogen) had identified that for him, for which she had been rewarded with a night of intense pleasure riding his enormous, thick cock and, of course, experiencing the pain of his expert whippings.

Zeta was panting like a racehorse, her head bobbing and her heavy, hard-nippled breasts heaving with lust and pleasure. Then he stopped, leaving her bereft for his fingers that had played so expertly with her. She could see other submissives like herself within her restricted corridor of vision being toyed with by their masters and mistresses, but they were not stopping. She felt the anger and jealousy rise in her, mixed with the confusion of desire. She wanted so much to come, to be pleasured, and to have what Beauty had told her each day in their conversations through the dividers of the stalls was possible at Madam Honfleur's. So she stayed silent, allowing the pleasure to run away, to pacify herself and not protest, swear or insult.

Marcel praised her profusely for her passivity. Yes, for the first time since she had been there she was being greatly praised. Although Beauty had clearly seen the potential in her, it was Marcel's praise that meant everything. Having not had a father, his words meant everything to her. She felt a happiness inside that she had not known for years. She knew in that instant that she had been the bitch from hell as a teenager, always demanding from her mother and now she was being praised for her control, for her lack of making demands. When she'd wanted something she had always sworn and had a tantrum at home if she did not get it. Here, Zeta was learning that her passivity and patience would be her reward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have just seen a significant change in this woman."

'He's called me a woman,' Zeta said to herself.

"Look how she has controlled her nasty slut mouth and is now patient and passive. Do you think Beauty is right?"

"Yes, Master Horse," came the chorus of approval.

"Then she shall be rewarded tonight. This evening she will share her stall with Beauty. They are to both be relieved of their anal plugs and their training bridals. In the morning, they will be collected by myself and harnessed to Madam Honfleur's personal carriage. Zeta has shown changes that must be rewarded."

Zeta could not believe it! She thought her reward would be a fuck by Marcel; to feel his huge dick that she had fantasised about each night through all this turmoil and misery deep in her cunt. And all she was getting was more lesbian loving and to become one of the many carriage horses? She felt the anger rising in her, but for only the second time since being there she calmed herself. She even forced a weak smile, which received another reward as Marcel returned his fingers to her now sopping cunt.

"Beautiful," he whispered to her, withdrawing his fingers and blatantly licking them in front of the whole assembly. "Beautiful," he said again, but this time loudly for all to hear.

Zeta felt proud, not just at her own restraint but that she had pleased Marcel. This man who for the past days had been in her eyes her tormentor.

"Beauty, we will leave you to your prize," said Marcel. "You may do as you will with her, and at 09.00hrs sharp you are to be ready to receive me. Her further training begins in earnest tomorrow."

Marcel and his entourage left, looking happy and as if they were ready for some serious celebrating somewhere else judging from the way hands were roaming and rampant cocks and hard tits where being played with. Zeta had noticed the pre-cum dripping from one marvellously hard submissive whose cock was encased in a complex leather harness that constrained yet clearly pleasured its wearer. She had noticed too what a beautiful body and face he had and when he turned away how firm and muscular his arse and back were. She could not help imagining him riding her, pumping his cum deep into her ready cunt. The juice dripping down her legs was an invite to any man to take her. Instead, they had left her to Beauty.

"Oh Zeta, I am so proud of you!" Beauty said, coming straight up to her and hugging her passionately like a proud mother. "I thought that maybe you were not listening to Isabella or myself. I knew I was right to ask for you."

Zeta could not speak, the gag preventing anything more than a 'urr' or 'mm' but Beauty seemed to be in no hurry to remove it. Instead, she was rubbing her enormous breasts with their hard piercings against Zeta's titties and her hands were sliding and rubbing all over the younger woman's back. Her pudendum was pressing hard against the sopping wet cunt of her young charge. Zeta felt frustrated, wanting to have the freedom to caress her back. She was so aroused that a touch to her cunt would have set her off. She knew she could come with just a few gentle touches.

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