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Harassment Backlash Part 3 - husband slave training

    After sleeping for about two hours the husband suddenly woke up and threw the covers back. Dorita signaled for Wendy to stay where she was and crawled to the bed and then still on her knees began sucking on his limp penis. A minute later she motioned for Wendy to crawl over besides her and take over. She then reached between Wendy's thighs, fingering her vagina. Wendy sucked on the part of the male anatomy she hated the most; wondering what was this was about.

    Dorita now had a finger in her vagina getting the juices flowing. When she was good and wet she pulled it out and moved near her husbands face, gesturing for Wendy to mount him. Wendy crawled up straddling him sitting on her knees. Dorita then guided his penis into her vagina. He remained almost completely immobile while Dorita signaled for her to start moving her ass. Grasping her own knees for balance she bounced on top of him while he ignored her completely. He turned his head toward Dorita who cradled it with both hands gazing at him in the most adoring manner. After a minute or so he grasped Wendy's breasts, squeezing and pulling on them hard. Dorita motioned for Wendy to maintain her motion and then kissed him while running her fingers through his hair.

    Suddenly he began to groan and then moving his pelvis several times he ejaculated. Dorita kissed his lips as he climaxed and then motioned for Wendy to get off and suck his penis again. She assumed correctly that she was to suck out the remained semen as it went soft. Dorita then cleaned him with a towel and they crawled back on the bear rug again. He turned his back to them and was soon snoring.

    They sat on their knees as before, getting drowsier by the minute. After about half an hour, Dorita keeled over on her side, sound asleep. Wendy began to nod off but worried that she would fail her test falling to sleep or maybe she'd just get the riding crop. She kept Judy in her mind's eye as she began loosing it, occasionally waking with a start. You shouldn't expect her ever having any mercy. She was born cruel and she's got severe blood. She was born to break the strongest to throw them to her feet as if they were some rugs for the floor.

    She woke later hearing the sound of the riding crop on Dorita's flesh. She was in the fetal position herself and rolled over on her stomach for her own inevitable punishment. Again she kept Judy's body in her mind's eye, telling her self it was worth it. The riding crop stung her ass five times. She gasped while mouthing a silent Judy with each whack. He then ordered her on her back. She feared the worst, thinking he might whip her in that position. Suddenly she felt Dorita crawling over her into the sixty-nine position. He punished them for falling to sleep and then rewarded them with lesbian sex. The pain dissipated as soon a Dorita's tongue found her inner labia.

    He left them plenty of time to satisfy each other. When Dorita finally rolled off her she crawled to the bed motioning for Wendy to follow her. He was sitting on the edge staring vacantly. Dorita got up and sat next to him. She hugged and kissed him while fondling his balls. She looked at Wendy nodding at his crotch making sucking motions with her lips.

    Wendy swallowed her pride and then swallowed his semi hard penis. It soon came to life as she sucked for Judy and in a short time the barbarian filled her mouth. Dorita made eye contact with her, making swallowing motions. She did as instructed and sucked hard until she was sure that all his tart cream was deposited in her stomach.

    This time they were allowed to get into bed with Dorita in the middle. Wendy noticed that it read four thirty on the clock and then passed out. Waking at nine she found herself alone in bed. There was a note propped up on the night table telling her they'd gone camping for the weekend. It went on telling her to make breakfast and where to find her clothes. It was signed Dorita, no dear, love or see you again, just her name.

    "That poor woman," she moaned out loud. "She's married to a barbarian," and then silently she thought that maybe the whole thing had been a show for her benefit.
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    That evening she took the subway to the suburbs and then a taxi to an average house on one of those streets where only a number differentiates one house from the next. She definitely knows well how to enjoy hurting the others. She loves very much foot fetish and cunnilingus and never would miss a chance to have it.        

    She knocked on the door and walked in as it opened with her eye closed, as instructed on the card. The door close behind her and someone fitted her with a blindfold. A man's voice asked her to please undress; each item was taken from her and put away somewhere. Then a leather collar was fitted around her neck with a leash attached. He then removed the blindfold.

    She was looking at a naked male in his middle twenties much shorter than her. An Italian type with a well proportioned slender body, without a hair on it. He had dark curly hair and an almost feminine face. He was also wearing a collar and leash.

    "I am Jean," he said, "here are your instructions; my wife is our mistress. We must crawl in to the living room and under no circumstances in her company, will you speak without being spoken to. You will not look at her without permission or hold your head above hers. Put the leash in your mouth like this until you are told differently."

    She followed him as he got on his knees and crawled down the hallway on all fours. She pictured an amazon in leather waiting for them with a riding crop. They crawled on to a thick carpet and stopped side by side at a couch.

    "Welcome Wendy to my home. You may sit up and look at me." She sat back on her heels and stared at a beautiful sweet face. She had short blonde hair and large light blue eyes, wide cheekbones, a small chin and full sultry lips giving her a baby doll look. She was also looking at the soles of her feet. The Amazon she had imagined was a little person. "You will refer to me as Mistress Gina. Is that understood?"

    "Yes Mistress Gina," Wendy mumbled due to the leash in her mouth, as the little woman edged her self of the couch with a rocking motion and then dropped to the floor. She was just a little taller standing than Wendy was sitting on her heels.
    "Remove my robe Jean and you may both drop the leashes. "
    "Yes Mistress Gina." He removed her robe, revealing her totally naked body.
The severe domination, humiliations and abuses - these what could make the Mistress really happy. The strong body and spirit ceaselessly suffering are what she considers as the most important and essential things!
    "Have a good look Wendy," she turned slowly three hundred and sixty degrees. Wendy gaped, causing the leash to fall from her mouth. She had never seen a naked adult that small before. Gina was unbelievable curvaceous. He short sculptured thighs seemed almost as thick as they were long while her white ass was two perfect bubbles almost as spherical and every bit as inviting as Judy's. She had a fairly small waist and small but well turned breasts. Wendy felt a warm rush in her body; this was a woman she could love.

    "For tonight Wendy, this body will be your entire world. You will massage me, wash me, feed me, and tend to me in the bathroom or any thing else I desire. Your head will not at anytime be above mine, unless I give you explicit permission." She picked a riding crop off a table and cocked her head displaying the sweetest smile while flexing it. "What do you want me to do with this implement Wendy darling?"
    "Use it on my behind, Mistress Gina?"
    "Mistress Gina what!" Her sweet face turned severe making her eyes appear icily blue.
    "Mistress Gina please."
    "Why Wendy?" Her face turned quizzically sweet.
    "My Mistress has the right to discipline my unworthy body." Wendy had spoken to some of her own lovers like this but had never in a million years thought she would be on the receiving end.  
    "Lie down on your stomach and suck on each of my toes." Wendy obeyed, sucking each toe on one foot. I can't hear you Wendy!" She gasped as the riding crop seared into her ass cheek. She sucked and slurped noisily on each toe again. The crop hit her other cheek, "Too much noise and not enough sucking, Wendy darling." She sucked harder on all ten toes in turn and was then told to roll over on her back.
She sees you as some kind of thing meant to be amusing her and providing with some cruel entertainments. She'd enjoy seeing you being humiliated and severely punished.
    Gina straddled Wendy's face telling her to have a good look at her crotch. Wendy, still smarting with pain stared at an unusually thick red bush covering the delicacy she relished more than anything else in the world.  Slowly it descended onto her face, magically erasing the pain in her ass. She could feel the riding crop fitted into her cleavage as she began licking her diminutive but thick mistress. She was ordered to reach for her breasts as ten small fingers began groping hers. Another pair of hands was prodding her thighs to spread and her knees to bend. She had forgotten about the husband all together. He began to kiss and grope her thighs and his tongue soon ended up in her crotch. He was a good licker; really good and she imagined it was Judy, moving her pelvis while relishing the feeling.

    She came quickly and wanted him to stop. Trying to push him away with her feet she felt the riding crop being picked up from between her breasts and she immediately spread her thighs rocking her pelvis invitingly. It seemed like forever before her mistress responded to her tongue but she finally heard her groan while those ten stubby fingers groped deep into her breasts, her little body shaking with pleasure.