The Nanny

THE NANNY

The humiliation of the evening with Master DeSade’s Dominatrix friend and Jo receives her reward, the services of the Dom’s teenage submissive.

Chapter Seventeen

Griping several short lengths of rope in a clenched fist, ordering the naked girl to step up and stand onto the table, tying her left ankle to an eyelet with a slipknot, Jo, naked herself, grips the girl’s other ankle, guides it over against a matching eyelet while forcing her to spread her legs until she’s doing the splits.  Casually binding the second ankle, slowly stepping around to the front of the table with a couple lengths of rope still in hand, Jo smiles up toward her docile submissive as she slips a couple fingers up across the girl’s trembling thigh, across the spread labia folds separating the puffy flesh surrounding her spreading slit.  Circling the nub of the protruding clit, flicking it back and forth with the nail of the index finger, Jo enjoys the feel of the moist flesh, the quivering of the girl’s spread thighs, the touch of her freshly shaven vagina.

“Hands down toward your side’s girl… Let’s see those little titties stand up… Shove ‘em on out here for me so I can see ‘em!... Way out here, nice and slow.”

Responding to Jo’s command, slowly uncrossing her arms from in front of her chest, obediently dropping her hands downwards, the girl’s fingers brush across the fronts of her spread thighs as her breasts press together.  Continuing to stare straight ahead, slowly beginning to bow her shoulders back, her firm breasts begin to jaunt surprisingly outward, the puffy nipples mounted high on the globular and not all that small mounds separating, spreading apart as her shoulders arch as far back as she can while she struggles to maintain her balance on her spread legs.

“Hummm.”  An appreciative grunt as Jo takes a couple moments or so to scan the girl’s bare breasts, stepping closer, eye level with the glistening mounds.

A soft squeeze of one, playfully tracing a fingernail around the areola of the other and she realizes they’re surprisingly larger and firmer then expected with the proper posture, and the nipples erotically pointing upwards and outwards gently jiggle when flicked with an index finger.  Slowly stepping around the table, taking her time, cupping her own breast, softly caressing her own puckering nipple between her finger and thumb, she quietly inspects each curve, each crevice of the submissive’s naked body as the fingernail of her other hand glides casually across the girl’s moist flesh.  Feeling the tingling deep inside herself, the excitement of playing the Dom, of toying with her young submissive’s naked body, Jo lets her hand slip down from her own breast, trace downward across her own stomach, feels the sensations of the tip of her index finger pressing into her moist slit, rubbing gently across the protruding tip of her own responding clit.

The girl’s unmarred flesh shimmering from under the light directly above the table highlighting her youthful looks, Jo slips her free hand downward, presses a fingertip into the girl’s spread slit, across her exposed clit.  Her own thighs quivering as she softly rubs the tip of her finger back and forth across her own engorging clit, Jo watches her submissive’s thighs likewise tremble as her clit also swells, responding to the mutual manipulation.  Gnawing softly on her lower lip as she remains eye level with the girl’s quivering breasts, stimulating both clits in unison, Jo’s struck by her almost innocent attractiveness as she’s obviously on the verge of full blown womanhood, yet standing in front of her a teenage submissive.

Stomach flattening, the girl’s inverted navel flexes beneath her rippling abs while the palms of her hands nervously cup across her spread thighs.  The tips of her fingers reflexively curling as her fingernails scrap across her glistening flesh; she continues to stare straight ahead as Jo watches her response, her reflexive twitches, her escalated breathing as she’s being masturbated.

“Lean forward… Fingers pressed to the table.”  Jo finally rasps as she slips her fingers from the girl’s moistening orifice, grips her right wrist, guides her to bend over as she slips her other hand free from between her own thighs.

Tugging, forcing the girl to bow, to arch sideways, Jo secures the wrist against the girl’s right ankle, binds it.  Stepping around to the other side, taking a couple deep breaths herself while the girl’s fingers are barely able to touch the table’s surface, Jo grips the left wrist, stretches it toward the other eyelet.  “Push your head down between your legs; press it against the top of the table… Do it!”

Again obedient, folding herself forward, the girl’s face passes downward past her spread thighs, her even wider knees.  “Oomph!... Augghhh!”  Grunting, hair spreading across the table, the very top of her head presses against the flat surface as she acrobatically contorts her nude body, her head virtually in line between her spread feet as she folds practically in two, her secured ankles spreading even wider apart.

Glancing toward the girl’s awkward position, Jo feels the rush deep inside spreading throughout her womb as she’s struck by the girl’s rounded buttocks glistening, displayed above the taut, spread thighs, the gapping slit of her vagina just beneath the puckered rim of her rectum oozing from the manipulation of the protruding clit.  Glancing down toward the girl’s reddening face, her squinting eyes staring back, the flush of the blush indubitably caused by the blood rushing to her head combined with the utter humiliation of exposing her blatantly exposed sex so obscenely, Jo gently slides her cupped hands across the girl’s ears and whispers.  “Not quite done yet… Down a little further, help slip your head out toward me in my hands.”

Guiding her partially by her ears, partially by the neck, Jo tugs and twists, forces the girl’s neck to crane, the back of her head to flatten across the table as her naked body arches, her back bowing, twisting. “Oomph!... Oomph!...... Oomph!”

Arms, the back of the girl’s shoulders flattening across the flat surface, her thighs spreading even further apart, the balls of her feet lift from the table as her toes curl, scrape across the wooden surface.  Her damp vagina hollowing between the puffy folds of her labium as her puckered rectum quivers between her spread buttocks thrusting upwards above the rest of her naked body, her fingers clawing, clench at her ankles as her hanging breasts sway back and forth just above her chin, both nipples hard, pointed.

“There!”  Jo proudly exclaims, the girl’s agonizing contortions almost cartoonish, almost impossible.  Leaning over, hand on table, Jo twists her head from side to side just above the girl’s anguished face.  “You look so hot… So vulnerable like this… And with so many possibilities!”

Reaching up, cupping the girl’s dangling breast with her free hand, feeling the firm, yet soft texture of the tit flesh, Jo leans even closer, flicks her tongue teasingly across the girl’s cheek,  slowly, softly traces across the bottom of her chin, glides the curling tip of her tongue inward between the receptive lips.  Flicking, pressuring the girl’s tongue with hers, squeezing the cupped breast, pinching, tugging the nipple, not gently yet not harshly with her thumb, fingernails, Jo glances into the girl’s squinting eyes as she slips her tongue away, gently cinches the lower lip between her teeth, nibbles, tugs backward.

“Oomph!”  A faint moan as her lip’s gingerly stretched outward, her pleading eyes following Jo’s as Jo slowly leans back until letting her clenching teeth part, slip away.  The girl again moans as her body trembles, her thighs, calves quivering as she continues to struggle for balance, to breathe while bent in her contorted binding.

“Time to play with that spread slit oozing between those quivering butt cheeks up there, don’t you think?”  Jo softly whispers as she teasingly licks a caressing swipe across the girl’s upper lip, slides her hand away the girl’s breast, reaches up to gently flick the nub of the engorging clit.  “Time to give that wet little thing some serious attention too!”

Rising upwards, the palm of a hand spread across each buttock, straddling the girl’s face, Jo leans forward, spreads her parting lips around the moist nub.  Sucking softly inward, twirling her tongue sideways, curling it, she swipes the tip upward, downward, sensing the responding clit swelling inside her mouth, quivering as it’s probed by her flicking tongue, manipulated.  Feeling the rippling tremors of the butt cheeks against her hands, she tastes the moistness of the girl’s sex while listening to the subtle moans, groans coming from below.

Her breasts pressing across the back of the girl’s thighs, her own nipples hardening to the contact, Jo lets her face tilt back as her tongue slips away from the moist slit.  Glancing down, the girl’s hazed eyes staring back, Jo smiles as she slips a hand across a rounded buttock, lets her thumb probe the sphincter muscles surrounding the exposed rectum just above the quivering slit.  Slipping her other hand inward, letting her fingers slide between the parted labia folds, her thumb across the twitching clit, she leans downward, twists her head, softly kisses the girl’s lips.

Feeling the flinching of the uplifted thighs, the receptiveness of the moist, parting lips against her own, Jo gently manipulates the pair of orifices with her flexing fingers as she presses, probes her tongue across the girl’s.  Gently tilting her head away, lifting back, still manipulating her fingers between the outstretched thighs, Jo gazes into the returning stare.

A few moments of masturbating the eye level moist slit, listening to the subtle whimpers from below while returning her stare, Jo leans down and whispers in the girl’s ear.  “Pleasure and pain… Until they become one.”  Slipping her thumb from the puckering rectum, her fingers releasing the throbbing clit, sliding her spread fingernails firmly down the insides of both twitching thighs in front of her, Jo adds.  “Time for an erotic little game… Time to let you feel some candle wax between those legs while masturbating you!”

Stepping back, a couple candles, a ball gag from a corner table and Jo slips the bright red ball between the girl’s lips, stretches the black straps behind her neck and snaps the latches shut.  Smiling down into the widening eyes, glancing toward the pair of dark colored wax candles in her fist, she holds them down for the girl to see as she lights one.  “We’ll start with these.”

Laying the extra candle on the table with the lighter, pressing the palm of her free hand across a rounded butt cheek, Jo waits for the candle to glow, the wax begin to mount across the half dollar sized flat surface beneath the flickering flame as she slowly twirls it in her fingertips.  Pinching at the girl’s labia fold, stretching it outward, Jo glances down into the hollowing slit, glances a little higher at the puckered rectum, back down toward her first target, the moist clit protruding unprotected.

Beginning to slowly lower the tip of the candle, the sensation of dominance give her practically the same unrestrained sensations of being humiliated, of her own naked body being displayed and abused.  Jo finds herself deeply into the moment, her heartbeat escalating, her juices flowing as the palm of her other hand barely scraps back across the girl’s bare butt cheek; her fingernails dragging the puffy fold with it.  Waiting just another moment or so, the wax beginning to trace down the sides of the candle, tilting her hand further, deliberately, she watches the first pool of molten wax flow, drip almost surreally the few inches from the candle’s crown before splashing between the jerking thighs.  The first glob burying the bare clit, the rest drips into the dark parted slit of her gapping vagina.

“Oomph!... Ooooommmmppphhhh!!!... Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Groans, moans, then screeches as the girl’s naked body bucks in her restraints.  The ball gag muffling most of the shrieks, Jo smiles to herself as she twists the candle upright, watches the flame flicker, the wax to again begin to pool across the molten flat surface.

“Now… Now.”   Jo smirks as the flame flickers, reflects from her eyes.  “Just a little wax… Before we’re done, you’ll feel the wax in a lot more places then just your tight little cunt.”  Feeling the Dominatrix side of herself evolving, realizing the wax isn’t really going to cause any serious injury or even intolerable pain, she again tips the candle with calculated deliberation, lowers it above the girl’s rectum.

“Oomph!... Oomph!......Oomph!”  More grunts, not quite as pronounced as Jo twirls the candle, watches the dripping wax instantly clump, fleck between the twitching butt cheeks, covering the puckered rim of the girl’s rectum.  Again a slight smile crosses Jo’s lips as the candle’s twisted in her fist, turned just a couple inches above the quivering naked flesh.  “Oomph…Aggghhh!”

The wax dripping, flowing within the crevasse of the spread buttocks, dripping into the girl’s spreading vagina from the opposite direction, Jo again twists the candle upright, watches the dark liquid wax dulling in color; harden into speckles of shimmering wax across the dancing butt cheeks.

“Uuuummmmppphhh!”

Listening to the exhilarating sounds of yet another shriek muffled by the ball gag, watching the contorted naked body in front of her trembling, jerking at the roped bindings, Jo kneels, glances at the girl’s reddening eyes, back toward the candle as she holds it steady, the wax mounting as it melts across it’s glistening flat surface.

“Let’s try a little here.”  Pressing the candle forward above the widening eyes staring up at her from the table, tilting her fingers, Jo watches the splash of wax adhere to the upturned nipple, the remnants drip down onto the girl’s chin.  “Aggghhh!”  Twisting her wrist, tilting the candle above the other jiggling nipple, Jo watches the flow of wax streak across that globular mound, drip across the girl’s twisting cheek.  “Uuummmpphh!”

Leaning back, standing upright, reaching for the other candle, Jo waves the lit one back and forth, lets a pattern of wax flow, build between the spread thighs in front of her face, form a mound above the puckered rectum.  “Now!”  She smirks as she slips the bottom of the unlit candle into the wax, shoving downward, twisting, turning the waxen shaft into the girl’s flinching rectum as her clenched fist tilts the lit candle, lets the molten wax flow, drip across her fingertips.

“Aaaaaggghhhh!”

Another smile, actually more of a smirk as Jo feels the candle slipping downward, two, three or more inches as it stands firmly upright in its new mount.  Glancing down at the girl’s face, tilting the lit candle, the fresh wick flickering, the second candle slowly lighting, Jo turns the lit candle, slips its shaft downward into the spread slit of the twitching vagina.  Sinking it inward, adjusting it’s depth at four or so inches, she watches its wax stream down its shaft, puddle across the quivering labia folds as the girl shrieks.

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!”

Stepping back, watching as the second flame slowly builds to match the first, watching the girl squirm, the wax tracing down the dark waxen shafts, pooling around their bottoms, the remnants dripping onto the naked flesh, again Jo’s pulse quickens, the sensations almost sexual deep inside.  Kneeling, tilting her face forward, again with parting lips she presses her mouth against the girl’s.  Tracing her fingertips through the girl’s twisted hair spread around her head on the table, nibbling on the quivering lower lip, glancing into her welling eyes, she listens to her whimpers corresponding with the dripping wax between the stretched thighs.

“I could be using leather straps… Or skewers.”  Jo quietly and calmly explains.  “And… You could be drinking my urine too!… Just like your Mistress just got done doing to me.”  Watching the girl’s anguished expression of shock, again smiling as she reaches up, cups a dangling breast, flicking the wax from the nipple with her thumbnail, Jo adds.  “Real soon… I’m getting my turn with her… She doesn’t even know it yet… But it’ll happen, believe me… And you’ll have a choice then too… Who you’ll want to be with.”  Leaning forward, another soft kiss on the lips, tracing her fingertips through the girl’s hair one slow stroke at a time, she leans back as she watches a couple flecks of wax drip across the girl’s cheek, forehead, from above.

Standing, flicking a thumbnail into, then through the more then warm wax covering the reddened clit, Jo presses firmly downward, twists gently against the moist nub.   Reaching further down with her other hand, cupping a bare breast, she squeezes the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  Stroking, twirling both nubs, feeling the girl’s body reflexively responding, Jo whispers.  “Pain and pleasure… Pleasure and pain.”

Feeling the softness of the girl’s contorted body, just as sensual to her as any man’s, as it responds to her manipulations she realizes her lusts are equally divided, man or woman, pleasure or pain, Dom or Sub, anything seems to go.

End Chapter 17