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An Act of Charity (LittleRooster & Lindxi)

Moira found it difficult to monitor the conversation of her mistress and master as they spoke above her head. She was too busy accepting the pain of her master's large cock lodged in her throat. When he finally withdrew, she fell to her hands gagging slightly, saliva hanging in thick strands from chin where they had broken off as he pulled his shaft from the fuck tunnel he had made of her throat.

Then, she heard Mistress Caitlyn speak and she forced herself to look up. Her throat felt sore and she wanted to wipe her face. She was being told to open her mouth, she remembered. Obediently she did and Heath spat in the mouth that he had just occupied. Shocked, Moira swallowed and looked up at both their faces in a sort of shattered trance, no thought of complaint in her, just wonderment that this was happening. But it was worth it to be in the very center of this family. Surely, there were just testing her obedience and loyalty, her commitment to them. 'Thank you master," she said her voice dazed.
 
Heath spat in the young slut's mouth as his wife held his hand lovingly in contrast to the degrading act. Moira's suffering would be their bond and special moment of sharing.

"I can't believe the dirty slut swallowed it down and thanked me!" he exclaimed

"Yes, yes, she is the perfect whore is she not love? I am so happy you like my choice. It did look like fun too, I think I will try!" she exclaimed and then spat in Moira's mouth as well, "Oh good shot honey" Heath commented.

"Does she take it up the arse?" he asked her.

"She takes it anywhere you want to put it darling" Caitlyn answered him.

"Just what I wanted to hear" he said to her and then grabbing Moira by the hair he dragged her up onto the bed and commanded her to get on all fours, "You will be fucked like a dog" he told her as he grabbed her thighs from behind and pulled her towards his cock.

"Oh baby let me lubricate it for you" Caity said and spat on his cock, he felt his wife's spit ooze over it as he slowly slid himself inside Moira's arse hole spreading her cheeks apart as her friend watched intently.
 
Moira burned with shame as her best friend spat in her mouth. She wanted more affection and was shocked at how readily Heath took to his ownership of her. But truthfully, shame wasn't the only thing she felt, she felt an incredible hot excitement at what was happening to her. She was interacting with this golden couple in the very center of their bedroom. So, throat still sore, eyes red, and feeling a little nauseated at having just been spat in twice, she wasn't crying or protesting as Heath sent pain radiating from her scalp with his grip.

"Hurts," she cried out in protest as she moved her lush body to the bed and then assumed a lewd position on the bed, her heavy breasts sliding against the bedspread, her thighs parted as he pulled her toward him. He was really going to fuck her in the ass? The mere thought made her sphincter tighten and she told herself that she had to relax. And then suddenly, she moaned as he began to press himself in. Moira's hands curled into the bed spread and she tried to accept the feeling of being split open by Heath's thick, hard cock, a cock so recently lodged in her throat. Did Caitlyn really enjoy seeing her friend so humiliated?

And then Moira's face twisted up and she tried to shift, arching her back as he slid in deeper.
 
Caitlyn looked down on Moira with disgust as she spat in her mouth, is this what her friend had secretly wanted all these years? Is this what turned Moira on and is this the reason why she never seemed to have much luck with men, was she lacking what she needed so badly, did she need a heavy hand to force and guide her?

It seemed to be the case with what she was seeing here.

Heath slid his cock inside Moira's tight arse, his wife's spit covering his shaft, he slid in hard and deep not caring about Moira's comfort, he stopped for a moment his shaft deep inside her and kissed his wife.

"This is the best present ever baby, thank you" he said with tenderness in his voice again.

"OH I am so happy for you honey, my saliva in her mouth and now arse as well, but you have to let me do something when it is time, I want to guide your cock into her cunt when you are ready" she expressed to her husband who was scrotum deep inside her friends arse.

"I like that idea honey" he responded to her slapping Moira's shapely arse hard leaving a red imprint.

He started to thrust again hard and deep.
 
Moira had no idea of the disgust with which her friend looked down, how she had reduced herself in her friend's eyes by allowing this. In truth, Moira was losing herself in the feel of Heath's hard shaft filling her, stretching her out. She was forgetting Caitlyn for the moment, an amazing fact, as she began to thrust back against his pelvis, her hips twisting as he rode her, pressing her down.

Caitlyn was so close when she thought of Moira as needing a heavy hand to guide her. The abdication of responsibility, letting Heath do whatever her wanted, it felt so right. It was almost more arousing knowing that Heath could do anything to her now than the actual feel of being fucked, the feel of his thick cock buried inside her.

When he slapped, she squealed like a frightened animal and leaped forward, but escape was futile for a girl impaled as deeply as she was and vaguely she became aware that he intended to move to her vagina directly from her ass. She squeezed down tight as if she could capture his cock and prevent him from doing that, groaning as he buried himself so deep, so incredibly deep.
 
Caitlyn had to double take a few times, was she really here watching her best friend being fucked in the most humiliating way by her husband? Was this really her best friend that she had grown up with subjecting herself to all this humiliation and deprivation?

All she wanted was a woman to have sex with her husband, she didn't want or need it to be this crazy kink adventure, she didn't even want a house pet, this seemed to be all of Moira's making, she started to wonder who was actually the one being manipulated, perhaps Moira was using her passive aggressive nature to the fullest after all.

She went back to watching Heath nail her arse, Heath seemed to be having fun, Caitlyn never allowed anal sex, it seemed like it would be painful and degrading, Heath being a man of course just wanted to put his cock everywhere the more denied and taboo the better for him, he kept pushing into Moira harder and harder.

"Lets try arse to mouth now baby! Pull out Heath, let Moira suck your cock that has just been in her arse, and then Moira you will lick and suck on Heath's arse!" she ordered, if Moira got off on this stuff then she would get lots of it she thought to herself.

"I love the way you think honey" Heath said to her as he pulled out and waited for Moira to get in position to taste her arse on his cock.
 
As Moira grunted in pain and pleasure from the feel of Heath driving into her, she wondered how Caitlyn had managed to lead her down this garden path. At first it was just fucking her husband, an amazing quest for a wife to make, but then they started playing and suddenly Moira was volunteering herself to be Caitlyn's slave, admittedly a fantasy of hers from time to time. But Moira knew that she was week and Caitlyn strong, so this would never have happened if Caitlyn hadn't decided it.

When Caitlyn shifted from ass to mouth, Moira felt her stomach roil at the thought and slammed her mouth shut, her eyes widening as she felt Heath withdraw, leaving her feel empty and cold. She didn't say no, but she sort of hunched down, not wanting this and like an ostrich, closing her eyes and just refusing to move. "Don't want to," she managed to say. She knew if she gave in on this, Caitlyn would find something else worse and she didn't want to taste her own ass. She hadn't really considered this as a possibility when she was thinking of limits. But why would a friend want her to do this? Surely, Caitlyn could find some other way to humiliate her. Turning, she shuffled toward Caitlyn and began to kiss her feet. "Somthing else, please," she choked out.
 
Caitlyn watched intently as Heath pulled out of her arse, she was so keen to see Moira taste herself on his thick shaft. And then the whole world seemed to stop, the whole array of sexual acts and the very purpose of Moira, no Slutty McMuppet came to a grinding halt. What was that she just heard?

'Don't want to?' really was that what she heard correctly? She looked down at Moira kissing her feet, begging her for something else.

"I thought she would do anything Caity, what has happened?" Heath asked bemused, sure it was a little different but hardly as extreme as things could get. Had Moira changed her mind about the whole thing he wondered?

"Moira, you said you were my slut, you gave yourself to me, was all that just a fun fantasy for you? Something to fun to talk to your sick friend about and then back out when it actually started to happen? I don't understand Moira, did you want to do this or not?" Caitlyn was angry, Moira was ruining Heath's experience, this was also not making her look good, she was going to speak to Heath about Moira living here as a pet but what man wants a pet that can't be controlled?

"I am so sorry darling, I will hire you a hooker, anything, looks like Moira has chickened out as expected. Put your clothes on and leave Moira, you have disappointed as expected" she scolded her friend, she couldn't be bothered anymore, Moira knew what she agreed to, knew what she promised and now she was backing out, there would not be something else, there would only be this and anything else that Caitlyn and Heath wanted her to do.

"Leave Moira, I am tired of looking at you" she added.
 
Moira cried as she gathered up her cloting to leave. She felt like a cat whose tail had been pulled by its owners, confused and hurt. She wished that she knew if this was a real thing that people did or soemthing that they had thought up. She had never run into that particular kink the way she had handcuffs and bondage gear. It was the kind of thing a girl googled to see if it was even safe. Caitlyn had always had a way of pushing Moira right up to the limit in what she would tolerate in a friendship, but right now, Moira felt torn in two, like a piece of paper. One half represented her desire to be a part of Caitlyn and Heath, to please them, to be obedient. But the other half was her fear of the unknown, her nausea at what they wanted, her feelng that this was just the beginning and eventually she was going to snap and they would push her away no matter what she did. In between those two torn piece of paper lay a jagged gulf that Moira saw through a tear stained view.

Like an animal running away, she would calla taxi and find a motel room and curl up and nurse her hurt feelings and sense of failure. "Goodbye Caitlyn," she said before scurrying out of the room like a small brown mouse fleeing a suddenly turned on light. Still a failure, she thought, feeling the cold absence of Heath in her back passage. She now knew that she would want to try anal sex again, now that she had done it. The sense that this would not be the only time she walked this road of submission, even if she lacked the courage to fully embrace the unknown at this time.
 
Caitlin burst into tears as Moira gathered her clothing she was cursing herself for this stupid idea that not only has disappointed her husband but destroyed her friendship with Moira.

Heath cradled her as she wept, Moira's saliva and arse still on his cock.

"It's ok love we'll be ok not your fault she is a dumb slut" he assured her.
 
Moira felt a maelstrom of mixed emotions fifty-nine minutes later in the hotel room where she had retreated. It had taken hardly any time to reach the room after she called a cab. It was just one short off ramp away from where Heath and Caitlyn shared a home together. She had taken a shower and then turned on the television homing the mindless drone of news casters would interrupt the thoughts she didn't want. But as she lay naked on the bed after a hot shower, she pulled her Ipad out and began to search out erotic sites, researching the particular act she had been asked to perform, wondering how a girl summoned up the courage to do something like that, how she got over her disgust. Just thinking about it now, made her stomach roil and she wondered if Heath had ever had a girl do that before.
 
After Moira left, Caitlyn made Heath his favorite meal a heavy dish of
steak, eggs, chips with lots of beer to wash it all down, he would fall
asleep soon from the combination of the heavy meal the beer, his long hours
and fucking Moira's mouth and arse.

Caitlyn didn't mind though, he assured her he was ok about Moira chickening
out, he enjoyed it while it lasted but made it clear to Caitlyn that he
wasn't really that way inclined, the domination thing and all. He liked
fucking her but to him it was more sexual then kinky.

Caitlyn understood this, she had never felt that Heath was a dominant or
kinky man, it wasn't his fault that Moira stopped short, Caitlyn was a
little annoyed that Moira wasn't more honest about what she was willing and
capable of doing.

After Heath fell asleep she reached for her laptop and sent Moira an email.

"To My Dearest Friend,

It didn't go too well did it? I wish you had of been more open and honest
about what you were REALLY prepared to do and what you weren't, we could
have practiced these things, trained you a little before hand, you really
did sound keen honey, with all the contracts and giving me yourself your
body to be used by men as I saw fit.

Oh honey, maybe you didn't expect things to go as far as they did.

I love you Moira and I do hope we can get past this.

Hope to hear from you sweetheart.

love C xxxxxx"

She sent the email and truly did hope this experiment hadn't costed her,
her most precious friend.
 
Moira had eventually fallen asleep, the laptop on the bed next to her glowing faintly until its power ran down. Outside, the occasional car driving by disturbed her sleep. But if she were honest, what disturbed her sleep more was the turmoil of trying to deal with the limits of obedience and what it meant and also some of the more extreme kinks she had read about last night. Her eyes had been opened quite wide by some of the sites she had stumbled on as she entered various search terms.

When she woke in the morning, her stomach was complaining from hunger and her eyes were red from crying and a sleep that had been less restful than she would have enjoyed. Rising, she brushed her teeth and rinsed quickly, combing out her hair and putting on light makeup. Plugging in her laptop, she pulled on her clothing and walked outside, locking the door. She walked down the street to a K-Mart and bought a summery dress that to a point about four inches above her thighs and bought a pair of flipflops. She thought about heading to the beach. But when she got back to the hotel, she booted up her now nearly completely charged laptop and saw that she had an email from Caitlyn.

At first, she hesitated but then read what Caitlyn had written. Thinking for a moment, she typed in her response.

Dear Mistress Caitlyn,

I think I lacked enough experience to be truly honest. I lacked so much last night. I also think I was braver with just you. Maybe I was too much ... into you. And maybe I wasn't ready for some things. I read last night that submission is like descending a ladder and sometimes you have to take it a step at a time rather than try to leap an entire floor.
Please make sure that you are taking your vitamins and make sure that you schedule your next dialysis appointment. Your health is important. I wondered if there was some way we could get more people to be tested for compatibility. Maybe research your ancestry. I am going to the beach today and try to get my head straight. I'll come by tomorrow.

Love,

Your slut.

Then she hit send.
 
Caitlyn spent the rest of the night looking through photos of her and Moira together, Moira had tried to please Caitlyn all her life, she could see it clearly now, but she wondered how often she had pleased Moira, how she may have let Moira down somewhere along the line. She wept a little, missing her friend, seeing that she was lost without her and that Moira was wanting to explore this kink fetish.

Caitlyn started to worry that Moira might explore it without her, that Moira would find herself in a less than safe situation with people who wouldn't just tell her to leave if she backed out.

She turned on her lap top and checked her emails, Moira had responded. Taking a breath she read her response.

The words read as if Moira was in love with Caitlyn, could this be? She had often felt a love for Moira, a non physical romantic lesbian love, could they be emotional lesbians? Could this be what this was? Two women who loved each other but would never make love?

No. That isn't quite right, they would make love, make love by using other men as surrogates. Moira was never the surrogate, she decided, Heath was. Heath was the middle man which Caitlyn could make love to Moira through. It was all too clear now, the men were the props.

"My Precious Lover and Friend Moira,

Let us drop the slave thing, I have been thinking and I think I understand it all too well now. You were never the surrogate honey, Heath was, we are lesbian lovers stuck in heterosexual female bodies, the men you will make love to are the surrogates, a way for us to love each other physically without crossing the line.

It pains me that you are not here right now and you must promise me that you will never leave again, even if I tell you so.

Please come tomorrow and we will talk about these submissive urges of yours and we will talk about a training program for you, if this is what you want then we will take it slowly my love.

Of course I will take my meds baby thank you for caring.

I love you now and always,

Caitlyn. xxx

She read it back and it gave her a perverse thrill, her words, what they meant, she had taken on the role of the male, she was the anchor and Moira the heart, she went to bed and woke the next day eagerly awaiting her friend.
 
Moira spent the day cleansing herself spiritually. She lay out on the beach, enjoying the admiration of passing men. She flirted with a tall black haired, green eyed college boy outrageously until his girlfriend practically chased her off with a broom. Then she walked down the sand until she came to a little beach side bar and ordered two Margaritas. Feeling delightfully relaxed, she headed back to her hotel room.

Strangely, she had stopped thinking about the incident of last night as traumatic as it had been. Instead, her mind had focused on Caitlyn and how she was doing. Their history together. She knew that she had to make that work. She had wronged Caitlyn and she wasn't quite sure how to fix it or how Caitlyn would feel about her. Turning on a top forty pop station, she let old familiar music wash over her as she rinsed away the sweat and the sand that her day at the beach had left on her body. She had a bit too much color, despite using sun block, and knew her shoulders had burned slightly.

Booting up her laptop, she stared at the email from Caitlyn. It took quite a while before she summoned up the courage to open it and read what her friend had written. And her lips curved into a gentle smile almost immediately. She began to type.

Sweet Caitlyn,

Your words are like honey dripping onto my tongue, so sweet and delightful to taste. Because it is true. I am attracted to the male body physically, but in love with your soul and spirit. And I think you felt this also, but we had no idea how to express these feelings for each other. Everything I did, I did for you and I thought of you as it happened..

I do want you to help me explore my need to submit. But I will be submitting to you out of love. I will come to you tomorrow after Heath has gone to work so that we might re-balance ourselves together. I'll bring Croissants.

Love and kisses,

Moira.

P.S. I do find very sexy the idea of being trained by you.
 
Caitlyn spent the rest of the night trawling through BDSM sites and reading up on Submissive psychology and the difference between a sexual slave and a submissive. She had never thought about these things before and was quite fascinated by all of it.

Moira struck her as a Submissive rather than a slave, a slave has no rights, no say apparently whereas a Submissive has some right to stand up for themselves and negotiate their limits.

Moira may have wanted to give herself completely, but Caitlyn suspected that if this ever did happen it would be a long way off. In truth it didn't matter much, Caitlyn would have fun exploring all of this with her friend.

She opened the her emails and read Moira's latest response.

Pleased by her sense of romance and sexuality she responded.

"My darling,

Thank you so much for responding, I have been reading up on BDSM and submission, I can't wait to talk about all of this with you over coffee and croissants.

I find the idea of training you very sexy as well.

Love C xxxxx"
 
Moira showed up around 10 in the morning with her hair in an elegant French braid and a pink butterfly hair ribbon, a cute white silk sleeveless blouse (chosen partly to avoid wearing anything over her burned shoulders), and a tiny pair of black and pink checked shorts that emphasized her lush bottom with its tight fitting fabric. In her arms, she had coffee and croissants for Caitlyn and her eyes sparkled after her day at the beach. She wore a jasmine scent and a pair of pink tennis shoes combined with a pair of white ankle socks. She felt a little shy about seeing Caitlyn remembering there last in person meeting, but the emails they had exchanged gave her courage.

She set down the sweet breakfast and knocked on the door, shifting nervously as she waited for her beloved friend to answer the door.

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That morning was impossible for Caitlyn, she couldn't wait for Moira to arrive. Having made Heath his breakfast and sent him off to work she killed time by perusing BDSM sites and forums. Then finally the knock at the door, it was Moira at last!

Almost running she headed for the door. Moira looked beautiful and tanned, almost glowing in the light.

She threw open the door, "Oh baby, you look beautiful, come to me now" she said to her friend pulling her towards her with all the strength she could muster and embracing her tightly.

Then she reached behind her friend and pulled her shorts down right there on the front step, "You must never leave me again" she reinforced and gave her lush soft arse one hard firm spank.

She pulled the shorts up, she wasn't concerned about anyone seeing her friends naked arse as the street was still quiet, "Now, lets come in and talk about all of this stuff you seem to be into baby" she said picking up the coffee and croissants and heading inside.
 
Moira flashed a lush bedroom smile at her friend and happilly leaned into her friend's embrace, letting out a tiny squeal of pleased surprise as she felt Caitlyn pulling her tiny shorts down, exposing her bare ass to anyone who might see. It sent a thrill down her and had her leaping into the house with an excited little laugh of shock and glee, her bottom stinging from the delicious smack.

Adjusting her shorts once Caitlyn pulled them up, she blushed. "I'm not the only one into this stuff, I think, but I think talking about it sounds hot and wise." She followed Caitlyn into the kitchen and took the coffee and pastries from her. She then cut them into smaller sections and fixed Caitlyn's coffee the way she liked it before serving her friend and then kneeling beside her, resting her head on Caitlyn's lap.
 
Caitlyn sipped her coffee as she stroked Moira's hair as she rested her head in her lap. Given the humiliation basis for this moment it was oddly calm and serene.

"So Moira let us start by you telling me just how much actual experience you have had with all of this and why sucking cock that has been in your arse made you freak out, I am not judging I just want more insight into this part of you" she said as she poured Moira's coffee into a bowl and placed it on the floor for her.
 
Moira practically purred as Caitlyn stroked her hair. It felt perfect. But once her friend turned the conversation to last night, she felt herself grow pale. Sitting up, she popped a piece of croissant into her mouth. She knew that she didn't need the calories. She would have preferred to have a body built more like Caitlyn's, but she was cursed with her lushly curved body and skipping out on the occasional croissant wasn't going to change that. Before speaking, she turned and knelt down, lapping at the coffee on the floor as if that was how she always drank coffee. Honestly, it felt both right and exciting to be treated this way. Looking up, she made a face. "Scared, unknown, unexpected, unsanitary and afraid of how it would taste," she summarized her objections for her friend. "I didn't even know that was something that someone might do," she made the added confession.
 
Caitlyn nodded as she listened to Moira's concerns and watched her lap the coffee from the bowl like an animal, it gave her a thrill to see her friend reduce herself to this level.

"Yes, yes I understand baby" she said tickling Moira's fleshy tummy, "But you swallowed our spit without thinking about it didn't you? That would have been even more unsanitary surely? I mean his cock was in your arse honey, as long as your arse was clean then there shouldn't have been a problem with you sucking on it?" she pointed out the logic in her argument, Caitlyn found the spit swallowing far more degrading then Moira sucking on cock that had previously been lodged in her own arsehole.

"You see Moira, men will want you to do this, asides from watching you degrade yourself they will want the pleasure and convenience of going from your arse to your mouth and back again, and isn't that what you want baby? To be a useful object?" she asked before finishing her speech.

"If you like we can practice this act. You can wash your butt as thoroughly as possible and I will then insert a carrot inside you and after I have finished fucking you, you can lick it a little at a time, just you and I, nice and slow no pressure, I think you will find it won't taste of anything other than your own flesh. And carrot of course" she giggled as she looked down at her friend.

"Besides Moira, it is not right that you have these silly anxieties, I would like to help you through them and I think it would be character building for you too" she added thinking that she would never suck cock that has been in her own arse.
 
Moira practically shivered with delight as Caitlyn stroked her belly and began to speak. Her voice was like velvet, stroking Moira, calming her, soothing her fears. As her favorite person in the world began to speak to her, Moira found her fingers reaching up without even thinking about it and slowly removing her clothing so that she was entirely naked before her friend. Folding it, she placed the clothing on the chair next to Caitlyn and then crawled on her hands and knees to rub against Caitlyn like a lush, curvaceous kitty.

Dropping down further, she kissed Caitlyn's feet. "I do want to be useful," she said slowly. "I want men to be happy with me." She blushed pink as she said this, a blush that ran from her face to her neck and then to her breasts. Picking up Caitlyn's left foot, she began to suck on her friend's toes, teasing them with her tongue and mouth. Popping the toes out of her mouth, she looked up and giggled. "Is that wicked? I wanted to taste your toes. I guess I could taste a carrot. I do want to be trained." She nodded and then wrapped herself around Caitlyn's legs.

"You'd do that for me, help me build my character." She fully knew that Caitlyn was reducing her to the level of an animal, an object, but the thought exited her. She had never thought she would be able to do that, but the way Caitlyn made it sound, step by step, clean, a carrot? How could she refuse.
 
She sat there as her friend sucked on her toes, to be honest having her toes sucked did little for her, but the submissive nature of the act itself appealed to her. She pushed a toe into her friends mouth a little, making it uncomfortable for her.

Moira was naked and on her hands and knees, just like an animal whose only role in life was to serve in some way, even if it meant sacrificing itself.

She smiled when Caitlyn mentioned training her and that she wanted to please men, she would have to learn the required skills if she was serious. And yes she would have her character built, or perhaps reduced to that of an object of pleasure.

"Well then, that is good to hear that you agree. Now I think you know Moira pets are bathed outside, so go out into the back yard and I will get the hose and the broom and we will make sure you are nice and clean ok then we will practice this arse to mouth thing. Yes, I have been studying Moira, I want to know all about you" she told her friend.

"And yes Moira you are indeed a wicked little pet, the things you do and want to do, the things you will do!" she added laughing.
 
Moira puzzled over how Caitlyn made what had seemed the most disgusting, shattering act she could imagine when last with Heath and Caitlyn sound almost normal today. Like she had been silly and with a little training and experience, she would learn to accept it as a natural part of sex. She had never realized this was something men would expect when with a girl. Maybe she had never connected long term romantically with one man, because she was too inhibited.

Looking up to Caitlyn, she said a little prayer of gratitude that her friend was here to help her learn. Her gratitude was so strong, that she didn't protest going outside naked to be bathed. She simply finished her coffee and began to crawl toward the back sliding glass door that led out onto the patio. Turning to look over her shoulder, she told Caitlyn. "I'm so grateful that you're willing to help me reach my full potential as a woman. I never knew how inhibited I've been. I didn't know what men would really expect from a girl."

With that she waited by the sliding glass door to be let out by her mistress.
 
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