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Boredom
(Author Unknown)

   Excerpt from Boredom by Erotica P. Johnson

    

   Chapter 1 - Suggestions

    

    Once we were back home, it took Miss Frazer and Miss Alcock a full day, to remove the concrete, and fibre glass, freeing me, after my last adventure. Miss Alcock as usual was desperate for her injections, but she did allow me a day, to recover.

    The following night she entered my cage smiling, and I was also smiling, it was good to be back with her, expecting a good fucking, she was to me, the best fuck ever, energetic, and very juicy.

    I could add, and a tight fit, but my cock was not small, by any means, and filled most, cavities, erm, cunts, firmly.

    Smiling Miss Alcock came into my cage, and as she approached me, she disrobed, allowing her large, firm breasts free from their entrapment, in her bra.

    I lay back watching as she approached me, her breasts wobbling deliciously, finally she stood by my bed naked, and lifted the covers slipping, between them, and snuggling up to me. She planted her lips on mine, and pulled me to her, taking the lead. I responded, and pushed her out of the bed, she smiled knowing that because of the Inquisitor s bust enlargement, of my bust, I could not lie on my back, because of the weight of my tits pressing down on my lungs. She turned around, putting me on my side, while she planted her clit on my lips, to bring her to the boil.

    It was an idea that did not work, so I took a chance, and pushed her away, taking my life, well my arse, in my hands. If I upset her, then I knew she could wield a vicious cane, so my arse was, at stake.

     I slipped down the bed, and knelt up over her clit, and planted my lips now on her clit, and kissed it. She moaned, enjoying the feelings as I brought her to the boil.

    Miss Alcock, an apt name for her, because she needed, as she said, an injection daily, and at long last, she had in me, a six orgasm a day man. But it had been a week now, since her last injection, and she was getting desperate, for it.

    This meant that she was quick to rise, and pushed me to one side taking my cock in her mouth, sucking hard on it, to bring it to its full size and firmness.

    I moved to sit on the chair, she followed me, and then sucked on my cock for a second or two, then once it was fully erect; she got up, and straddled me. Then slowly, slipped down, encapsulating my cock deep inside her clit and cunt, in a long, slow descent. She was enjoying the feeling, as at long last, she had the instrument of her desires, throbbing hard, inside her.

    She rose slowly, and then slipped me back inside just as slowly, but eager for her injections, she only managed two slow rises and falls before starting to ram me in, hard, and fast.

    I sat there relaxed, watching her breasts bouncing nicely, until her emotions took over, and she grabbed at them, crushing them into pancakes, as her endorphins rose, and began to flood her, rising quickly to her first orgasm.

     They still rippled around the edges, from the force of her actions, riding me hard. It was only a moment or two before she squirted. A sure sign of her first orgasm, which as usual, after waiting a week for her injections, it flooded, the seat. A moment or two, and then, she rose up, starting her next energetic ride into her second, orgasm.

     The second one always arrived quicker, and was then followed by a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm, and a squirt to each one.

     A normal session with us, it sated her for now, but I knew it would be a sleepless night, for me. After waiting for so long, she would inevitably require another good fucking, but she would not know about it, sleeping through it. I mean sleep walking, I accept, but sleep fucking; was a surprise to me, when it happened the first time. Now I accepted it, expected it, and she would also need one as we woke before, breakfast.

     It was always the same, a hand on my tit, rousing me that, was followed by warm, moist lips encircling my cock, and a clit was presented for my attentions, which made my life difficult, seeing as I had to lie on my back while we aroused each other, and I panted, normally this was not a problem, I had to have breasts, but they were much, much smaller, the last Mistress had gone mad, increasing the size of them.

     Luckily for me, when she was asleep, she accepted the missionary position, awake she was on top.

    Once aroused, and flooded with endorphins, she allowed me to roll her over, and slip my cock into her slowly, and begin with the slow, rises and falls. We both enjoyed the slow rises and falls, bringing us to the peak of our emotions. Two or three strokes, and then I rammed it home, hard, until I had felt six squirts, and then I shot my load into, the condom. I allowed my cock to wither and die, and then rolled off her, and went back to sleep.

     Wake up you bone idle, lazy slave, what is that?  Miss Alcock asked me next morning.

     Y-You will not remember, but you woke me in the middle of the night, and I am still tired after my adventure, and carrying these things around,  I said, indicating my tits,  And I fell asleep, right after satisfying, you,  I told her.

     I will speak with Miss Frazer, about it. what is it coming to when a sex slave does not remove a used condom, really,  she said indignantly.

     You should be glad I didn t fall asleep on top, of you, I am that worn out, and in case you hadn t noticed,  I was saying.

     She may not have, but I, have. You are getting too cheeky for words slave, now get up and dressed, before I, fail you,  Miss Frazer said through the bars of the cage.

    I got up, and went into my bathroom, had a shower, and put my panties on, then came back out into the living area.

     I said get dressed, slave,  she said forcefully.

     S-Sorry Mistress, but nothing fits me, not with this pair,  I said uneasily, trying to avoid her cane, for failing.

     Miss Frazer, may I suggest a period of reflection, for our slave, it had the audacity to abuse my body, while I slept, mind you it is so small, I hardly feel it, going in, correction, I didn t feel it, I slept right through the alleged invasion of my body,  Miss Alcock said, belittling me.

     Miss Alcock, please, we do know you have a very healthy, sexual appetite, and can sleep, through it, having made, the approach. The question is what to do with, that?  She asked pointing at me.

     I have a bell tent, shall I get it, that would cover it while it typed the reports up, and dealt with reception. The appendages will not hinder it, while typing, surely, or speaking to our clients,  Miss Alcock said, being mean.

     I am sure Miss Ruler would have something to say, about that,  I said.

     I am sure she would have, but Miss Ruler is not here, and you forgot the basic rule, the slave is always, in the wrong. Miss Alcock took advantage, of you, but you fucked her, putting you, in the wrong, those six strokes I will hold over, but be careful,  Miss Frazer said with meaning, but she did allow a smile, to crease her face.

    They provided me with a much larger dress in the bust, and under wear to fit, and I sat at my desk unhappy, but accepting Miss Frazer s ruling. Over the next two weeks my bust slowly reduced back to my normal size, which did make me feel, better.

    The problem, as it were, was that I was bored. Each night I did have Miss Alcock in my bed, and we enjoyed several sessions of her six orgasms, but I missed the adventure, being taken, and them trying to control me as their property. I was, and always will be, Miss Frazer s slave, and Miss Alcock s, sex slave.

     Miss Frazer did train me in the work she did, investigating errant husbands, even so it lacked the spice of the adventures.

     Miss Frazer just how rigid are the rules of the challenges, I mean, I am bored, it is only a slave, and is of little consequence, it was the hunt, and actions of freeing it that, thrilled me?  Miss Alcock asked, one morning, a month later.

     I know what you mean, it can be a pain, and the rest away from it was pleasant, but as you said, the chase, was the best part. Hunting it down, and freeing it, like we did in the old days, as spies, freeing the parcel, and taking it to safety; not that our parcel, is that safe, once freed, being our slave,  Miss Frazer said, laughing.

     As, erm, the parcel, may I say, something?  I asked.

     Not that it will change our, decision, like the rattle of an empty kettle, as long as you accept that, you may,  Miss Frazer said.

     I am enjoying the training you are very kindly providing, in the work of an Investigator, but I agree with Miss Alcock. I crave the excitement of being taken, and held forcefully. This means that if we can join the challenge again this year; I would look forward, to it,  I said.

     Slave, we are in the challenge, it is just that you are not the slave to be taken. We are now the ones to kidnap someone else s slave, and hold them.

    Just a different side to the challenge, we become the hunted, rather than, the hunter.

    Now be quiet, intelligent females have some planning to do, go and type up the reports, I left a pile, on your desk,  Miss Frazer told me, and to avoid her cane, with which she was very proficient, and painful, I got up, and did, as told. This meant that I was not privy to their plans.

     Liz, slave is right, it is boring without the chase, as I said. Will being the kidnapper be as, exciting?  Miss Alcock asked.

     I agree, it is boring, and I very much doubt the kidnaping being as exciting. I believe the worry for slave, not that I worry about it, not in the least, it is just a minor, irritation, at best. But wondering if our skills are as well honed, as they used to be, before, we retired?  Miss Frazer asked.

     I do miss my injections, but apart from that, I don t miss it,  Miss Alcock said, being glib, she knew she would miss me, but she was playing the game.

     I suggest we abduct the slave on offer, just to prove we are just as capable of winning that element, as finding, our, errant slave. Just for the fun of it, a minor exercise,  Miss Frazer suggested.

     Do we know who it is to be, yet?  Miss Alcock asked.

     Yes, it came through this morning, a female slave, owned by Mistress Pain. She is serving a two-week servitude, to Mistress Pain, and she is well into the scene, so limits are raised. She likes the cane, and clit clamps. She is not into public exposure, but doesn t mind if a male, is present. That is a help, slave, can be involved. Her profession is as, a legal secretary. My first call is to Mistress Pain, to ask about sex, don t worry, you will not lose out,  Miss Frazer said, and laughed.

     OK, as long as you don t drain my slave, completely,  Miss Alcock said, as if aggrieved, but smiling.

     Perish the thought, I know how miserable you are, when you don t get, your injections,  Miss Frazer said, laughing.