Chapter 17: Sarah Serves Jane

I saw at once why Jane had been reluctant to surrender her coat to me upstairs. Beneath it, she wore her tall, black leather boots, fishnet stockings with a black garter belt, and a corset of black leather that shaped her middle while lifting and displaying the tops of her breasts—the larger side of B cups, or the smaller side of C cups—while barely covering the nipples and areolas. She wore no panties. Her bottom was shapely enough, although a bit flatter than I prefer as a general rule, and the pubic patch above her cunt had been shaved into a neat, narrow strip. Not bare as I prefer, but well kept and attractive all the same.

I pursed my lips and nodded appreciatively. I confess that I was rather surprised to learn that, in her nearly undraped state, Jane was rather fetching.

The mocking smile curled Jane’s lips again when she saw me appraising her. “This is for her, not for you, Jack darling. I want to see how the new slave performs.”

I ignored the jibe. It wouldn’t do to have Sarah see that Jane had rankled me. I picked up a riding crop from a nearby table and slapped it against my leg. “Belly,” I commanded. At once, Sarah fell to the ground, her taut stomach and full breasts pressed against the floor, feet crossed at the ankle, wrists still cuffed behind her back. From this position, she was ready to be hogtied or spanked, or bound in any number of creative manners. Or simply used as she was. I reached down and unchained her wrists.

I cracked the crop again. “Fealty!” Sarah rose gracefully to her knees, flipping her hair artfully, and spread her toned legs wide. Then she bowed with her arms extended artfully before her so that her forehead touched the floor.

I cracked the crop again, and again after that, directing Sarah through a veritable ballet, with each of the many submissive stations the steps and pirouettes.

“Offer!”

“Bowed!”

“Repentant!”

“Punishment!”

Sarah had a dancer’s natural grace, and her movements were art. Her posture and positions were perfect and precise, and her firm breasts swayed and bounced in a most alluring manner as she moved. It was a ballet in truth. I found myself wishing I’d thought to choreograph her movements to music. Perhaps that was something we could work on tomorrow, if we finished her regular training sessions in time.

I felt my cock stirring in my pants. It had been hours since she’d sucked me, and by God I wanted her again.

I saw Jane watching with admiration. I’d impressed her again.

“Sarah,” I began. “As I told you. I want you to do something new. You are not trained or experienced, not yet, but we shall work on that today. I know you will do your best to please me.” Since I had not given her permission to speak again, she simply nodded. “Good girl, good girl. Now then, for today, I want you to treat Jane as your Mistress. She is, after all, here to assist me. Submit to her as you would to me. From now until I say differently, obey her absolutely. Only I am a higher authority to you.” I added that last bit spontaneously, and I caught Jane giving me a hint of that grating smile. She knew I had just placed her beneath me. While I felt that I probably should, I did not regret it. “Do you understand? You may speak, and until I tell you differently, you may continue to respond when addressed.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sarah said bravely.

“Jack, I want to see those precious nipples clamped. Can she take them?”

I frowned sternly. “Don’t insult me, Jane. Or my trainee.”

While I prefer a captive woman’s breasts bare and unadorned and at my disposal, I had, of course, trained Sarah to wear them. By then, she was already able to wear even the strictest and heaviest ones I had in my considerable collection without even a grimace. Moving over to an antique secretary, I opened a drawer and retrieved a few favorites. I snapped two alligator clips onto Sarah’s pert, erect nipples. Sarah bit her lower lip, but she did not cry out when the cruel metal teeth bit into her tender flesh. She looked up and smiled. I smiled back at her, pleased. I was proud of her.

Then, kneeling, I attached a third to the swollen nub of her clitoris, and reattached the short chain to her cuffs, securing her hands behind her back again.

Finally, I retrieved a pair of heavy bells and attached them to Sarah’s nipple clamps. “Shake your breasts, my pet.” She obeyed at once, and the bells chimed musically. Jane clapped her hands with delight.

“Now then, my pet, stay on your knees, and go to my guest.” Sarah obeyed, moving gingerly with the clamp pinching her clitoris so painfully. Jane reached down and caressed Sarah’s hair, a surprisingly tender gesture after the savagery with which she had so recently beaten her. Then, pushing her fingers deep into Sarah’s lush hair, Jane pulled her head down, until my slave-in-training’s face was pressed against Jane’s cunt.

“Use your mouth,” I told Sarah sternly, although I imagine she’d already gotten the message. I wanted it clear — to both of them, I confess — that the order had come from me, and me alone. “Please my guest.”

I knew that Sarah had never been with a woman, but she did her best. She ran her tongue up and down the lips of Jane’s labia, licking and teasing her. It must have been difficult for her without the use of her hands, but I saw Sarah licking and flicking more rapidly with her tongue, still staying on the outside of her cunt. If she found the taste strange or unpleasant, I’d trained her too well to show it. Besides, she’d tasted the musk of woman before — when she’d cleaned her own juices off my cock after our bouts of lovemaking.

Fucking. Fucking. Not lovemaking.

I needed to be careful my language, even in my own head.

A faraway, dreamy look crossed Jane’s features. Sarah may have been inexperienced, but she knew her own pussy. It wasn’t that a stretch to imagine that she could apply what she knew to pleasing another woman’s intimacy. It was, after all, the same, only in reverse. And what Sarah lacked in technique, she made up for a joyous enthusiasm born of her desire to please me.