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Third Girl from the Left (samanthab and CindyHarrison)

Rebecca had made sure the blue haired maid couldn't utter a sound as she was slowly being tortured in the garage. By the time Rebecca returned to check up on her, there was a strong chance the troublemaking slave's cunt lips might be torn but that was the price to pay for angering her owner.
The next morning, Rebecca woke early and went to check on the maid. The blue haired girl's cunt lips were stretched almost 8 inches long, red as crimson and obviously painful.
Rebecca took her off the table, dragged the comatose maid to the center of the room, cinched plastic zip ties tight around her tits and attached rope from the ceiling. Tying her hands behind her, she hoisted the rope, leaving the girl swinging, hanging by her tits.

"your''e going to stay here for the next day," she said. "I'm going to make you an example for the other girls....meanwhile I have a wedding to attend...."

She closed and locked the garage door. No one else had the key, noone would be coming in to help the girl.

Rebecca called Emilda...as soon as Tara woke up one of the other maids would bring up breakfast on a tray.
Sure enough, her fiancee woke. By then, there was a knock and one of the maids brought in breakfast, followed by the naked Emilda...like the others, Emilda was forbidden to wear clothes.

"I want you to do my slave's hair and makeup," she instructed the woman. "Once done, I'll call my driver, take us to the county courthouse and have my slave call her parents to join us. Once we're married we will proceed to our......'other' ceremony."

Rebecca had clothes laid out for her slave....a beautiful white dress with a low cut front, matching white heels but of course no panties or bra.
 
Everything was happening so fast once Tara woke up, she ate quickly as one of the other slaves fussed about getting her hair and makeup done. Tara tried to speak to draw the attention of Rebecca but with the other women in there Tara didn’t want to appear insubordinate. She ate and soon she was made up, another woman helping her into a beautiful low cut white dress.

Finally they had a minute alone and Tara pulled Rebecca aside. “We cant just call them from the courthouse. How will that look. Hi Mom and Dad nice to hear from you, by the way Im getting married, will you come attend at the local courthouse; thanks see you in ten minutes. They’ve never even met you.” She grabbed Rebecca’s face gently in her hands. “Please, you need to at least meet them on their terms, we need to give them something, tell them something. I know you’re excited to get married; I am too, but will another few hours to get to know my parents really hurt. They are going to want to be part of our live.”
 
Rebecca agreed. It was almost comical the way the tables had turned....now it seemed like Tara was making demands, but what she was asking for made sense.
"Emilda," she said...."finish getting my slave ready, then come with us. We will go to my slave's parents house and officially announce our intentions. If they ask why the hurry and why the courthouse, I'll simply say that I'm a businesswoman and a last minute corporate takeover is about to happen. We'll all go together to the courthouse and get married....after mingling around with them for a while, maybe go out for dinner with them, we'll go to the 'other' ceremony, the one I hardly think her parents would want to attend...."

Once Tara was made up, all 3 of them got in the car and drove off to Tara's parents....
 
Tara visibly relaxed once Rebecca agreed to meet her parents and went to the phone. She picked it up and waited for the dialtone before dialing her parents number. It only rang a few times before her mother answered. "Hi mom, its me Tara."

Her mother sounded releived. "Tara, oh thank heaven, your all right we've been trying to reach you."

"Im sorry mom but my...my girlfriend picked me up unexpectedly for a phoneless getaway, I didnt have time to really do much of anything, it was all a huge surprise."

"Wait Im confused...your girlfriend."

"Well I guess my fiancee now-"

"FIANCEE!"

"Mom please, we've...we've been dating for a while, but I wasnt sure if it was going anywhere thats why I never mentioned her, but well....she asked me to marry her and I said yes..." There was a pause on the other end of the line, Tara continued. "The only problem is she has a huge buisness trip coming up and only spouses can go and so its...its gotta happen today, and well she...she insisted on coming over to meet you." Tara lied hoping it would put her parents in a more agreeable mood. "And that maybe you would come with us to see it happen?"

More silence then she mother said. "Come home and bring her with you, we'll...we'll see how things go." then the line went dead.

"Well that could have been worse," Tara muttered to herself as she walked back to stand next to Rebecca.
 
The trip to Tara's family house was strained, to say the least. Emilda did the driving with Rebecca and Tara in the back seat. Rebecca kept looking over at her adorable slave lover, all snuggled up in her lap....she could tell her slave was nervous. Rebecca would have to be stern yet warm, polite yet slightly dominate. It was obvious with the phone call that her parents still had a slight hold on their precious daughter, a hold that Rebecca would have to deal with.
The way she dressed helped a little.....while her slave was dressed nice and almost virginal looking, Rebecca was wearing black leggings, a dark brown blouse that had square openings all around the middle. She had her hair tied back and wearing 4" black heels.

They finally arrived at the house. Before the car doors opened, Rebecca looked over at Tara.

"I'm doing this for you and for you alone," she said in a suprisingly stern voice. "I intend to marry you and if neccessary I'll lead the discussion but as your owner, I'll tell you this....you are mine and as much as I promise to be polite and gracious, I will not allow your parents to try and talk you out of marraige......now, let's go inside to meet your parents."
 
Tara held her hand on the door, stopping Emilda from opening it as she looked at Rebecca. "I know your doing it for me...Becca," she smiled a little at the pet name for her lover. "And trust me I dont intend on letting them stop me, if we have to get married without them then so be it. It will hurt not having them in my life, but if they cant support this then Its for the best to let it go...hopefully they will support it, I would like them in our lives, I would like to them to see-" she cut herself off not finishing the thought, not knowing how or where it would lead and not really knowing if it should be discussed at the moment.

She took her hand off the door and Emilda opened it. "Right lets meet mom and dad, Jennifer and Scott," she added for Rebecca's benefit. Her parents were tough nuts to crack but between the two of them, hopefully they could. Stepping out with her Mistress. Tara walked up to the door of the house. It opened before she was fully there and a short woman, with firey red hair, came out and hugged Tara. Age had not diminished her beauty and as family photos could attest she Tara was the spitting image of her when she was young. "Hi mama," she said quietly returning the hug. Looking past she saw a tall, balding man whose hair still showed the black of its youth. He had developed a bit of a pot belly over the years but was still handsome. "Hi papa," she said to him. Pulling back she took Rebecca's hand. "This is my fiancee, Becca."
 
"Pleased to meet you Sir," Rebecca said politely as she took his hand, followed by Emilda.
"The lady with me is my .....assistant, Emilda." The blonde 'assistant' shook his hand and then they both shook the mother.

They were all led into a living room and sat down, Rebecca sitting close with Tara, the girl's parents sitting together across from them in a short couch.
Rebecca wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. As a professional dominatrix, she was used to giving the orders, not taking them and right now she felt out of place and not in control of the situation, both of which she vowed to never have happen again.

"Uh.....I can imagine you two have a hundred questions for me," she said. "Let's begin at the start, shall we?....I met Tara at a....uh, social club a while ago. She struck me at the start of being intelligent beautiful and creative. Your daughter is wonderful and learned right away how to please a woman...."
She could tell with that comment her parent's eyes grew wider. Tara was right, her parents had no idea that their darling daughter was now a lesbian...."

"I am a successful businesswoman," she continued. " I travel all over as a commodities trader and up until know I've led an empty life...I've wanted someone to share my life with and Tara came into mine at just the right time....."
She grasped Tara's hand.
"I love your daughter with all my heart and intend to marry her....the problem is, where I'm going is a foreign country and single independent women are frowned upon. They are expected to be either at the hands of a man, which for me is unacceptable, or with a significant other. Therefore, we're planning to be married at the Justice of the Peace at the County courthouse. Tara and I would like the two of you to attend and my assistant will be there as a formal witness...."

Rebecca looked directly in the eyes of Tara's parents. The lie was put in place. It was up to the girl's parents to now either accept or reject her....if they refused to accept the situation then she would become stern and they would learn just how dominate she could be.
 
Tara grasped Rebecca's hand tighter and looked at her, she knew the look in Rebecca's eyes and that was not the route to take here. Turning back to her parents she said quietly. "Mama...Papa...I...I know this comes as a shock to you, and Im sorry that you found out about me this way...I know that this isnt ideal for you, but I love Becca too. She makes me very happy and I hope you can accept that." She looked pleadingly at her parents.

There was a small frown on her father's face but it was what she called his thinking frown, he was mulling over the situation. There was a small smile on her mothers face and she said. "Sweetie, yes it comes as a bit of a shock, but if your happy thats what really matters...we only wish you had told us sooner, that you had trusted us with this, that we had gotten to meet Becca before your wedding day."

Her father nodded and said. "If you want our blessing you have it, we would never deny it to you. We just were hoping to be more involved in your life."

"Im sorry papa," Tara said quietly. "Trust me when I say this was very unexpected and had it run its course a bit differently you would have heard about her sooner, but Becca is a bit...unpredictable and likes to keep me on my toes. Its one of the reasons I love her so much." Tara looked up, she could still see that Rebecca was tense but with her parents seeming acceptance she seemed to have relaxed at least a little.
 
"Yes, I love your daughter with all my heart," Rebecca added, "and we really appreciate your support and blessing. We want you both to attend our official ceremony at the courthouse tomorrow morning. Unfortunately our honeymoon will have to be postphoned until we return.....if you would like to have a little more time with Tara, and it's ok with you, we'd like to stay here overnight then we could all go to the courthouse tomorrow morning."

She squeezed Tara's wrist, not hard but enough to show she was actually a little nervous as well. Of course, there was no delayed honeymoon but time was indeed short. Rebecca and Emilda had already arranged for the 'second wedding' to be held at one of her dominatrix friends house. This would be the ceremony she was waiting for....Rebecca could hardly wait to see her new bride on her hands and knees, a glittering ballgag in her mouth, gold nipple clamps and a veil.....ONLY a veil.....
 
Tara felt the pressure from Rebecca's hand and...was it trembling. For the first time she understood that her Mistress, her fiancee was actually nervous. That meeting Tara's family sort of scared her. Giving Becca's hand one more squeeze she rested her head against her Mistresses shoulder. Thankfully her parents didnt flinch at it. "Well you are certainly welcome to stay the night. We are having steak tonight, with potatoes, carrots and green beans. And we have enough. A nice quiet family dinner to get to know you would be wonderful." Her mother said.

Tara closed her eyes, and lat out a small sigh. Her parents she could tell were not completely happy with this, not yet anyway. but she knew it stemmed more from the suddenness of it than anything else. "Once you are back from your business trip it may also be nice to have a late reception, so our entire family can meet you Becca," he father said as he leaned forward with a slightly wicked grin. "The. Whole. Reed. Family." He enunciated each word as his smile grew wider.
 
Rebecca was good at reading people, and Tara's parents were remarkably easy to read. They were not happy with the idea of their precious daughter with a woman and the last minute announcement didn't make things any easier for the girl's parents to swallow.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Both Rebecca and Emilda felt eyes gazing at them the entire time and the innocent chit chat did little to alleviate things. They all returned to the living room after dinner for some wine and more talk....Rebecca concealed her hidden self fairly easy and when Tara almost accidently let things slip Rebecca grasped her wrist.

Finally, mercifully it was time for bed. Rebecca and Tara slept in her old bedroom while Emilda slept on a extended futon in the living room.
As they got under the sheets, Rebecca pulled out a ballgag and handcuffs, shoving the ball in place and cuffing the girl's wrists behind her back.
"This is the only way you should have sex slave," she said as she dove between the girl's legs and began to eat her. THey had one close call when Tara's mother knocked on the door, asking if they needed anything. Rebecca loved the look of fear on Tara's face.
"No," she replied. "we're fine, thanks...."

The next day all 5 arrived at the county courthouse. Rebecca gave the court clerk the packet of paperwork and soon they were escorted into a Judge's chamber. Tara and Rebecca wore the same clothes as before. As the Judge pronounced them wives, Rebecca kissed Tara with a passion she knew would make her parents stare.

They had lunch together followed by a nice dinner. Rebecca hinted to Tara they would have to leave soon...they both knew the 'other' wedding would be the next day, the ceremony that Rebecca knew Tara's parents would pass out if they saw....
 
Dinner was a tense affair, her parents tried to make small talk but it was clear that despite their blessing they were less than happy. There was a brief incident where Tara attempted to kneel at Rebecca's feet but Rebecca gripped her wrist and they both pretended Tara had stumbled. It felt so weird to once more eat at a table and use utensils. Tara found her fingers to be clumsy in using them as though she had forgotten how and she was getting frustrated with it, even having to excuse herself to go to the bathroom and take some calming breaths. All the while she wondered if this had indeed been a god idea. She was not who she had been, too much had changed, but she still cared about her parents, her family...

After dinner was a little easier the wine helped to loosen the mood and Becca once again did her best to alleviate any tension. It was obvious her parents were still not completely on board by the time they all went to bed, but Tara suspected they would come around in time. As she and Rebecca went to her old room Tara ran her fingers along a lot of the things in there. She had not slept in this room in several months, not since the last time he came for an overnight visit. She smiled as she looked through some of her old things. Cringed at the old photos.

Getting into bed with her Mistress things returned to what had become their normal equilibrium when a ball gag was shoved into her mouth and her hands were cuffed, she immediately began moaning as her Mistress began to lap at her cunt. It was a good thing she was gagged for when her mother came by. After that, their lovemaking was of a softer variety, one that wouldnt leave either of them screaming.

The ceremony was short and simple, they exchanged rings, were pronounced wives and kissed passionately. Tara had gotten a look at the packet of papers and was pleased to see that Becca had applied for Tara to take her last name, what could she say she was an old fashioned girl. After that everything sort of went by in a blur and soon she was saying goodbye to her parents, promising to visit soon. Surprisingly both her parents hugged Rebecca, telling her to take good care of their daughter.
 
Rebecca was as suprised at first as Tara was with the parent's response. She assumed they'd react coldly to her, even after the ceremony.
Once over, she allowed her new wife to say her goodbyes and together with Emilda, they got in the car and sped off. They had another ceremony to attend to.

Most of Rebecca's friends were also slave owners and one in particular had a large imposing house near the outskirts of town on a hillside. Among it's other features, it had a very large room near the back, large enough for 20-30 people....it's owner, a muscular tall Italian-looking man rented it out for purposes such as these.
Weddings were always popular in the bdsm community and this one would be no exception. Many of Rebecca's friends and their slaves would be attending.

No sooner had they arrived at the host's house they were led into 2 different rooms to prepare. Emilda took Tara by the arm and into a dressing room with a vanity table loaded with perfumes, lipsticks and a wide variety of other make up essentials.

"Mistress Rebecca wants you to look like a princess," she said, sitting the girl down in front of a large mirror. Taking her time, she applied a foundation, eyeshadow, the works.
"You will have bridesmaids as well," she said as she worked...."you'll know them...they are all Mistress Rebecca's house maids except for one that apparently had been treating you badly. I can't tell you anything about her except that she's been punished rather severely. Your other bridesmaids will be dressed in matching pink bikini panties and plunge bras. You however will not."

Tara's hair was left down and flowing with tiny glittering rhinestones. Lavender scented body lotion was applied all over and Tara's pussy was shaved. Emilda brought out a small box and opened it....inside were two sets of gold nipple clamps with diamonds.
Emilda pointed to a large cushion.
"Lay down there on your side please," she instructed. As Tara laid there, Emilda secured the first set of clamps to her nipples, a gold chain connecting the clamps. Next, she secured the other set to the girl's pussy lips, a shorter gold chain connecting them.
A buttplug matching Tara's glittering diamond slave collar was well lubed.
"Please try and relax," she said as she slowly worked the plug in her ass as gently as she could.
Finally a silver ballgag was put in the girl's mouth and cinched tight, followed by a white veil over Tara's head.

"Get on all fours as our owner has instructed us," Emilda said. The assistant peeled off her own clothes to reveal pink string bikini panties and bra matching those of the bridesmaids.
"I will lead you down the aisle on your leash," she instructed, "then I will transfer my end of the leash to Mistress rebecca who will be waiting for you at the altar......come....it's time...."

The music they heard wasn't the traditional wedding march but soft and pleasant. The room was filled with male and female Masters and Mistresses, their slaves all naked, collared and kneeling on the floor beside them. A long blood red carpet lay before them, leading to a trellis with roses. A man that had to have been the 'minister' was at the end with Rebecca standing there beside him. She wore a honeymoon lingerie outfit all in white....a corset, white sheer thigh highs, panties with a garterbelt and white heels.

As Emilda led Tara slowly down the aisle on all fours, Rebecca gazed at the sight....her slave looked gorgeous, her bridesmaids walking on both sides of her. Finally they all got up to the altar.

"the ownership of a slave is often accompanied with pitfalls," the minister began. "breaking in periods can take hours, days and often much longer...."
Many of the owners in the audience nodded in agreement.
"But," he continued...."if they have been blessed, sometimes in those rare moments, slave and Master---or Mistress---develop something more intimate, a deeper relationship...we call it....love...."
One of the bridesmaids hands Tara the 2 wedding rings she picked out in the store. They already had a pair of simple gold bands when they appeared before the Justice of the peace.

"Pet," the minister said looking down at Tara, now sitting on her knees. "Do you promise to be Rebecca's loving wife and slave, to obey her, to follow her wishes, to love her?"
With the ballgag in place, all she could do was nod in agreement. The minister turned to Rebecca.
"Do you, Mistress rebecca, pledge yourself to your loving slave, to keep her, to take care of all her needs, to love her?"
"I do," she whispered. Tara rose off her knees only high enough to slip the ring on Rebecca and she did the same to her. Emilda took her end of the leash and gave it to Rebecca, then bowed and stood alongside the bridesmaids.

"I now pronounce you slave and wives," the minster said and the audience rose and clapped.....
 
It hurt a little to say goodbye to her parents the way she did, it felt so abrupt but Rebecca had humored her with this and Tara did not want to make her wait longer for the ceremony that meant the most to her lover, no her wife. So she said her goodbyes and got in the car, promising to visit as soon as they were able, she had the feeling that Rebecca would be amenable to it, after all she was the daughter in law and would want to stay on their good side.

The mansion they pulled up to was imposing but Rebecca's was larger by far and so Tara didnt really feel intimidated by it, besides she was excited to. Rebecca was not the only one waiting for this ceremony. She had a vague idea of what her wife had planned but it was only that. She and Becca got out and followed Emilda inside. the other slaves aside from Blue Hair came and swept Rebecca away leaving Tara with Emilda. Emilda had not been one of the ones to torture Tara that day and so she felt the most comfortable with her.

Emilda was pleasant enough, but she was a bit stiff and formal. It was obvious she had been trained to be that way, she was very much the personal assistant, no business type. Her smiles were rare and very small. Tara's father had actually managed to make her chuckle slightly the previous night, that had been weird. But still she was pleasant enough and didnt make Tara feel worthless.

They went into a preparation room and Emilda went about getting Tara ready, putting makeup and perfume on her, entwining rhinestones into her hair and generally prettying her up in a way that Tara would never have done before this. Tara could apply makeup when she wanted to but often never did or applied very very little. The transformation she saw was incredible.

It was official Tara did not like clamps, She cried out when the clovers were attached to her nipples, always too sensitive to stimulation and her cunt lips. She did her best not to mess up her makeup but it was close. After a few calming breathes she managed to deal with the pain, though every movement brought another pang. The butt plug went easier and Tara found the more she had something in her ass the more she was beginning to like it. Finally the ball gag and veil and she was complete.

Emilda attached a lead to her collar explaining what was to happen and they were set. The music was soft and beautiful as she crawled to ward the room and it cascaded as she entered her Mistresses fellow slaves bordering her as they proceeded to where Mistress Rebecca stood. Tara gave an extra shake to her ass just for her Mistress as she crawled. Reaching the front Tara listened to the Minister but could not take her eyes off of her Becca. She nodded when asked if she took Rebecca to be her Mistress and wife. It was a very enthusiastic nod.

The Becca said yes to the same question and..they were married. Tara was permissted to straighten up enough to give Becca her ring and Becca gave Tara hers. But there was no kissing of the brides as the audience clapped instead Rebecca pulled Tara fully to her feet by her lead and inserted three fingers into her slaves dripping cunt.
 
Another part of the strange ceremony that Tara wasn't informed about was when Rebecca slipped fingers into her slave wife's cunt, in full view of the audience. She thrusted a few quick times, pulled out the ballgag just long enough to give her a taste of her own nectar, put the gag back in and licked the fingers as well.

As everyone stood up and clapped, Tara was motioned to drop back down to all fours and led by her leash by Rebecca down the carpet and out the door.
They went to a small comfortable lounge room while the wedding ceremony stage was taken to one side to make room for the reception. Rebecca knew they would have at least an hour in private so they took advantage of it. Rebecca laid her new wife on her back on a cushion, pulled off her garter belt and panties and gently climbed on top of her bride.
"God you look so breathtaking," she said kissing her for so long it almost made them both dizzy.
She knelt down between the girl's thighs, took off the clamps on her pussy lips and tongue fucked her for 45 minutes, leaving her new bride exhausted and dripping.

"Help me put my garter belt and panties back on sweetheart," she said.....but only after you get on your knees and eat me...."
Rebecca sat on the cushion, opened her legs and gazed at the beautiful girl knelt between her thighs.
 
As the fingers entered her Tara let out a gasping moan behind the gag and squirmed against her Mistress Wife's body. The ball gag came out and she licked her own juices from Becca's fingers for a moment until it was shoved back in and she was ordered back to her knees. She watched her wife lick the rest of her juices off then they left the ceremony hall. Rebecca lead them to a small room off to the side where they could be alone.

Tara was laid down on a cushion and Becca spread her wide. The clamps came off her cunt and Tara bucked and screamed as the blood rushed back to her lower lips. But the scream petered out and turned into moans of delight as she began rolling her hips as her lover ate her out. She went slow, driving Tara crazy, never letting her cum even though Tara was begging through the gag. Then it was over, the young woman was a trembling sweaty mess and she was panting heavily as Rebecca removed the gag commanding her to put the panties and garter back on her after eating her out.

Tara dived in with enthusiasm. True she was still not well talented in this area, but having Becca do it so often to her...well she had learned a few tricks. Bypassing her Mistresses wonderful pussy lips Tara went straight for her clit and started licking, sucking and nibbling on it. As she went she could feel Becca's need grow, her body tensing as her desire grew.
 
Rebecca began moaning and wriggling as her wife began eating her. She was the one that was usually on the giving end and the sensations were incredible, to say the least.
"That's right, your'e doing fine," she murmered...."yes....yes, right there.....oh, fuck.....yes.....YESSSS!!!"
She screamed as she came, shooting a guyser straight into her slave's mouth.

"swallow my juices, slave!," she cried out....."Oh God YES!...."
Rebecca started panting, almost breaking into a sweat. How could a slave with such inexperience be this fucking GOOD? She gazed at the naked beauty kneeling between her outstretched thighs...nothing on Earth could look this heavenly.....
Rebecca came a second time, sliding off the cushion and onto the floor.
She grabbed her new bride and laid on top of her in a '69' position, both girls legs wide open, Rebecca's mouth hovering over her wife's pussy while rebecca's wet cunt was mashed on top of Tara's mouth. Both girls were moaning, licking, sucking and the aroma of wet lesbian sex filled the room.

Afterwards they laid on the floor on their sides facing each other, kissing, fondling each other's breasts.
"I've never been so happy in my life as I am with you Pet," Rebecca whispered.

There was a knock on the door.
"Mistress?....are you and your Pet ready?....they have the reception set up out here...."
Rebecca sighed, helping get her bride onto her feet.

"For this evening only," she said...."you'll be allowed to walk upright but after all, this is a special occasion. I'm going to leave the clamps off your tits and cunt. Tradition permits a new slave bride to have her tits sucked and fingers in her cunt but no sex.....a couple easy thrusts only and no anal."
After Rebecca had Tara help put her lingerie ensemble back together, she pulled Tara's veil back.
"Oh, almost forgot.....I won't have you wearing your ballgag. A little difficult to eat wedding cake like that...."

The door to the private lounge opened and Rebecca came out, her beautiful bride with her collar, the leash firmly in Rebecca's grasp.

A wedding cake at least 4 feet tall in was on a table in the center of the room with pink and red icing with 2 figurines on the top...they were both female, one on her knees.
Cameras were flashing as Rebecca cut the first piece, fed her beautiful bride with her hand, playfully getting frosting on Tara's nose.
 
Rebecca cam and Tara did her best to lap up all the juices, not wanting to miss a drop of her mistresses sweet nectar, the second orgasm was even more powerful and Tara struggeled to get it all, Rebecca's juices were running down the young slave girls chin as she buried her face in her wife's pussy, moaning delightedly at the taste. Tara would have been perfectly content to only taste her Mistress for the rest of her life.

As she was pulled into a sixty nine postition she stopped licking for a bit, to give her jaw a rest and instead started off with an assault on Rebecca's pussy with three of her fingers pounding them hard into her sex, he thumb reaching up to pinch her Mistresses clit. She must have been doing good from the way Rebecca twisted and moaned under her. As her Mistress bega licking her cunt though. Tara collapsed fully against her and her fingers faltered slightly. She did her best to continue finger fucking her but she did ultimately begin licking at her pussy while she finger fucked her.

In no time both women came, covering each other in their juices. After as they lay together fondling and kissing each other licking each other clean Tara would have been willing to admidt that she was perfectly willing to stay there doing that for the rest of the reception. But duty called and they were forced to go out and greet everyone and mingle. Tara felt a measure of pride that she would get to stand and walk alongside her Mistress for this and was relieved the clamps would not be going back on. She still didnt know how she felt about those.

The party was in full swing, people chatting dancing, taking pictures of the newly weds. Tara blushed and tried to look away whenever a camera was pointed at her but Rebecca only laughed and told her to face the camera, kissing her, sticking fingers in her pussy to make her jump and moan, giving the camera's the best shots they could get. The cake was exquisite and she made sure to cover Rebecca's nose in cake as payback for her own, she giggled as Rebecca scooped some frosting off and spread it across Tara's nipples.
 
A Male slave owner friend of Rebecca came up and kissed Rebecca's hand, then kissed her new bride.
"Mistress," he said...."have to admit....of all the slaves in your stable, this one is a knockout. May I?"
He motioned his wish to suck Tara's tits and Rebecca nodded in agreement. She watched as the man took the girl's nipples in his mouth and suckled but soon Rebecca stepped in.

"That's enough," she said...."If I recall, you have enough pussy in your stable to occupy yourself..."
She turned to her wife. "He's only one of 2 male slave owners that are generally tolerated in our circle and the other won't be here, so that's the only male that's going to touch you. Now c'mon, there's another Mistress that wishes to see you...."

They came to an older woman, possibly 60 or 70. The woman had a redhead slave kneeling beside her.
"Rebecca!," she called out....."Goddess, it's been ages...so glad you invited me.....shit, your wife is a knockout. May I have a taste?"

Rebecca nodded and the woman slipped a finger inside Tara, thrusted a few times then licked it off.
"She tastes like heaven," the woman said....

The woman's slave rose up and whispered something to her owner.
"Rebecca," the woman said...."my slave is asking if your bride and her could have sex..."
Rebecca smiled. "Just so long as no toys or devices are involved," she replied. The slave let out a little squeal of delight. Rebecca unhooked the leash.
"Go have fun for a little while, Pet," she said...."We'll come and get you two in 30 minutes...."

The slave took Tara by the hand, leading her into a small dressing room. As soon as the slave locked the door, she pounced on Tara, pinning her to the floor.
"Your'e so fucking hot!," she said...."Honestly, I wanted to fuck you the second I saw you at the altar...."
The slave girl buried her tongue in Tara's mouth, sucked on her tits and began eating her.....
 
When the male master came over and kissed her Tara's whole body stiffened, she had never been all that into men. She didnt find them disgusting but she was not at all sexually attracted to them and when he leaned down and sucked on her nipple she bit her lower lip, supressing a whimper knowing that it would shame her Mistress if she spoke out but she knew Rebecca could see how plainly uncomfortable she was with this and thankfully she ended it quickly. The master nodded in respect and walked off to mingle. As he did Tara physically relaxed, she did so even more upon learning she would not have to have any other men touch her like that.

She followed Rebecca to meet the Mistress her lover was so keen for her to see and they walked over to an older woman in her sixties or seventies. She greeted Rebecca and asked for a taste of Tara. Rebecca consented and once more Tara stiffened though not as badly as she had with the master. The mistress inserted a finger into Tara's pussy and the young slave girl let out a moan as her legs began shaking. The mistress pumped her finger in and out a few times before withdrawing on it and sucking on the diget.

It was at this time that Tara noticed the mistress had a red headed slave as well who rose and whispered into the older womans ear. She was given permission to speak and asked to fuck Tara. Rebecca suprised her wife by saying yes. Tara turned to look pleadingly at her Mistress not quite sure she wanted to do this but Rebecca seemed to be ignoring her now after telling Tara to have fun and letting them know they would come for them in 30 minutes.

Before she could say anything the other slave was taking her by the hand and leading her away. They found themselves in a small dressing room and the other slave wasted no time in establishing dominance in the gam, pinning Tara to the floor. She kissed Tara passionatly and Tara let out another soft moan, her emotions all confused. The slave then trailed down her body, planting kisses, stopping to suckle on Tara's nipples before finally reaching her pussy where he began to lick her cunt as though she had never before tasted one she loved more. "Oh...oh fuck me...." Tara moaned out.
 
The redhead slave slurrped away contendedly, coaxing Tara to cum at least once more.
"My owner says my tongue is the best in her stable" she said as she knelt back down between Tara's shaking thighs.
Shit, your'e loud!," she said, pausing only long enough to grab a bathtowel and stuffing it in Tara's mouth.
They turned onto their sides, the redhead sucking Tara's nipples into her mouth and making contented puuurrring.
At the same time she had 3 fingers deep in Tara's cunt, pumping away.

"I wonder what your ass feels like," she said, wetting a finger and inserting it in Tara's tight puckered rosebud. She rocked Tara back and forth, fingers now in both holes....

"Shit," she whispered...."I hope our owners aren't keeping track of the time.....I'd like to fuck you all day and night....who ever thought someone's wife could be so sexy...."
 
If the other red head had the best tongue in the stable then Tara was afraid to meet the others because this girls tongue was amazing. Tara shoved her hips up trying to get the other red heads tongue deeper into her pussy. She continued to moan loudly as she reached her climax, her cum squirting out, spraying across the red heads face.

It was only then that she felt the hand towel get shoved into her mouth in a crude gag, blocking out her cries of pleasure. Slowly the red head moved back up to Tara's nipples, sucking hard on them, taking them in her teeth and biting down. She shoved her fingers deep into Tara's cut and fucked her hard with them. Panting and a high pitched keening were the only things that could be heard from Tara as she rolled her hips trying to match the other girls thrusts.

The finger entered her ass and Tara lost it, arching her back and squirting out another orgasm, this one bigger than the last. She grabbed onto the red heads tits and twisted them as she cam. The other girls pliant mounds felt wonderful in her hands and Tara tried through the haze of pleasure to pinch the other girls nipples as she started to return the favor, nodding in agreement that she hoped they still had some time.
 
The two slaves continued to enjoy each other in their mutual fuck fest. Finally Rebecca and the other Mistress came in to find their slaves laying on their sides, hands groping each other, so lost in wanton sex they failed to notice their owners entering the room.

"Well now," Rebecca said smiling...."Now, THIS is a sight....."
Her and the other Mistress grinned and nodded their heads. Within seconds, both women stripped naked and fell to the floor. A free for all orgy soon developed....fingers were everywhere, in each other's cunts and asses.....mouths were stuffed with tongues, lips glued to each other. Loud moans filled the air and the aroma of wet sex permeated the room. 4 sweating, glistening bodies were wriggling all over like snakes....
 
Of all the firsts that had happened to Tara in the week she had been with Rebecca an orgy was probably something she still had never expected she would do. She barely noticed when her wife entered. Her hands still played clumsily with the other woman's tits as the slave girl not only continued to fuck Tara's cunt but moved another finger around to her ass and began pumping in and out of her. The towel gag was still in Tara's mouth and when she tried to spit it out the other red head shoved it firmly in.

Then Rebecca was on top of her as well, then the older Mistress and soon they were all writhing together in sexual bliss. Somehow Tara was not sure how. She ended up with a curtain cord bound tightly around her chest and tits and pinning her arms to her back cross ways with the towel gog reinforced with some duct tape someone else had found. Tara was sure it was the fellow sub who had managed this. She seemed to be relishing her role of dominating Tara and Rebecca and the other Mistress seemed content to play along and fuck each other, the other slave and Tara.
 
Both owners switched and masturbated each other's slaves, then the owners did each other......soon all 4 bodies were glowing with a sheen all over their bodies, a mixture of sweat and girly nectar. After a while, the owners settled back and watched as their slaves fucked each other.
"I'm impressed with your wife Rebecca," the woman said. "She's one fine sex kitten....shit, she got me to cum in a minute!"
Rebecca smiled, gazing at her new bride lovingly as she watched the slave girl mount her once more.
"Yes, she's something else, isin't she?..."

Everything eventually has to come to an end and finally Rebecca stepped in.
"Allright you two, get up. My new bride has other guests to meet and greet....maybe in a couple weeks if she's a good slut I'll invite you to our house."

All four left the side room and returned to the main hall.
 
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