Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

As the days stretched into weeks, Suzanne became an expert at licking Chris. To begin with, she'd been hesitant, slightly shocked and disgusted at being forced to eat pussy, but over time, she had learned.

She was still very confused about Chris. She did not wish to set "him" off by the accusation of being female again, so continued to think of "him" as male, even while confronted daily, and sometimes several times a day, with the inconvertible evidence that he was not.

Besides, it was easier to think of Chris as male. No female behaved as he did, taking what he wanted from her again and again. In these past weeks, she had learned things she'd have never even dreamt of just a few shorts weeks ago...

Because he spoke to her explicitly about all these things, she realized she had learned to think in specifics, with his definite language. A few weeks ago, she hadn't known a clit from a pussy lip. Now she had the vocabulary to understand the skills he was teaching her.

Chris seemed to react most strongly to having the area between the inner labia licked, up and down, in long slow strokes from the top of the cunt to just under the clit, with lots of pressure. Chris squirted liquid out whenever Suzanne licked like this for even just a few strokes.

But she learned not to make Chris cum too fast. Unlike the man she'd originally believed him to be, Chris could orgasm repeatedly. And if she satisfied too quickly, Chris was likely to take it out on her hide.

So she learned to tease before she pleased. Light licks of the hood were a good tease to begin with. When the clit poked out, nibbling ever so lightly with her teeth seemed to make it stand up at attention even further. Grinding her nose into the clit elicited pleasure as well.

Chris often forced her to eat pussy with her hands bound behind her back, to further develop her oral skills, to make her learn how to actively please.

But sometimes, there was the face-sitting. She simply found a cunt over her face, taking what it wanted from her. It would grind into her face as juices streamed into her eyes and up her nose, choking her, not allowing her any opportunity to provide pleasure, just having pleasure wrenched from her, being used.

When Chris smothered her, Suzanne often found her face with a raw rash the next day, from the coarse hairs rubbing the sticky liquid into her cheeks and chin.

It was hard to say what she preferred. On the one hand, actively performing was her responsibility, and if she was not pleasing enough, she often found her ass raw from one of his brutal spankings afterwards. That wasn't much of a trade for avoiding a facial rash and a bit of choking!

And she found there was something almost relaxing about the face-sitting sessions. There was no effort to provide pleasure, Chris simply took from her what was desired.

The spankings and rough sodomy had not stopped with the addition of oral skills to her training, but it became less seldom. And sometimes, if she began the evening with begging to be used orally, she could avoid the more painful usage.

Today, Chris was out checking traps, and Suzanne, having completed her chores, was idly touching herself as she contemplated her fate. She lay in her bed alone with her eyes closed, exploring her own genitals, feeling how they were similar and different from his. Her clit was shorter and didn't seem to poke out from under the hood as much. And her inner labia were longer, poking out from between the outer lips. She imagined she must look very different than he did.

Suzanne had engaged in this exploratory touching a few times when she had the privacy to do so, but had not yet had an orgasm doing this as she had when she'd humped his legs. But she found herself quite aroused, looking forward to their next session. Surprisingly enough, her arousal grew even when she considered things she didn't enjoy when they occurred, like the way he beat her ass before fucking it.

The very words aroused her to think, the naughty, bad words that she had never heard until a few weeks ago. Yes, she liked that he fucked her ass.

In short, Chris's training was turning her into a slut, deep in her heart.

And while that was disturbing and embarrassing to contemplate, there was something else even worse. A couple days ago, after she had very thoroughly eaten him out, he had patted her on the head and told her she'd done a good job and he would advance her training shortly. She had been unreasonably pleased at his compliment, as he was very sparse with praise.

As she continued idly fingering her lips and clit, she cringed a bit to realize what it said about her that his judgment had come to mean so much to her. She had not been acting out of any notion of gratitude in some time; indeed, she was his slave body, mind and soul.

Chris owned her.

She shuddered at the thought. Her arousal increased to a fevered pitch, and just as she felt she might explode, she was startled by his voice.

In her reverie, she had not heard him enter the cave, and he stood over her bed, glaring down at her.

"You BITCH," he snarled angrily.

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