The nature of my work, (and its mobility and freedom,) allow me to move across geography known for it’s universities, colleges and campus life. Recently I had to be back in the area of my own education, and I knew it well. Signs may change over the shops, but the businesses attending to youth remain the same: photocopying shops, bars, books, clothing. I walked across my old campus and entered the library to do some research. Its height gave me a full view of the quad and the scantily clad beauties walking about taking advantage of the warming weather.
One of my newer sluts was housed here. I made a note to text her later, perhaps meet for drinks and then a night of tormenting her cunt before releasing my cock. Looking down, I could see the blossoming young sluts, jeans barely covering their pussies, cutting into thinly veiled clits and tits, or that hot little mini skirt number, probably not even wearing panties, the little cunt. The day progressed, work was finalized, and I texted my campus sub, “Meet me at The Pub over on Pleasant Street in one hour.” She immediately texted back, “Sir. I forget to tell you. I have a roommate now. May I bring her along?” I texted back, with a smile playing across my face, “Bring this slut to me.” “Yes, Sir,” her message popped back.
When I walked into the pub, I saw the two brunette roomies at a corner table, already having their glasses of red wine and watching the door for me. I nodded at my slut and took a seat. “Introduce me to your friend.” I had to half wonder if my sub had told this girl what it was that I did to her. Women were always communicating these things, and this one had curious eyes...and huge tits. I still considered my slut in training. She knew some things, but she had a long way to go.
I wondered what experiences her roommate had been through with other men. You never knew what went on in a campus dorm room. I thought about my own past, late one drunken night, getting a blow job from my then girlfriend, while her roommate sat opposite us, staring into my eyes, watching us and playing with herself. Now there was a missed opportunity. I should have forced that slut’s mouth onto my cock that night. I was hard just remembering it.
“Finish your drinks." "Yes, Sir," my slut replied, and I saw the look on her roommate's face at hearing "Sir." As we walked back through the quiet town, my slut kept slipping into my side, the effects of too much wine too quickly. The girls were giggling. That would end soon enough. We got back into the apartment, I was shown the additions to the décor, and the new slut’s bedroom. “Very tasteful,” I said. “I see you have a headboard with slats. Those can come in handy.” “What do you mean?,” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “I can teach you many ways to utilize them. Further your education.” She hung her head and blushed. Very good. The movement of a true, natural born submissive.
We went back into the living room, and my slut adjusted the lights. I thought, “These sluts could be sisters. Both girls have long, dark hair. Both more or less the same height, only one had blue eyes, and one green.” Both had huge tits, and I couldn't wait to clamp them onto each other. Small petite sluts and big tits. An irresistible combination.
I walked over to my slut and kissed her, shoving my tongue down her throat. As I did this, I grabbed her nipple and twisted it, and she screamed out into my mouth which still covered hers. I heard her roommate gasp. I looked up. “You’ve never seen a submissive handled by her Dominant? Do you even know what that means?” She shook her head no. "Then stand and watch." I ripped open my sub’s blouse and tossed it aside. I pulled her bra down and exposed her tits, already showing signs of sun. The slut was probably laying out on the grass of the quad with the other sluts, showing her tits to the world. Let her roommate learn.
"Stand there whore and show your tits.” I casually walked into the bedroom and gathered up my sub’s items from her bureau drawer. I also grabbed a bottle of oil. Coming back into the living room, I ran a leather strap across the sub and squirted oil onto her chest. “Come over here and rub this oil into your roommates tits,” I ordered. “WHAT?,” she said. “You heard me, whore.” She came over and looked with a question at her friend. The sub’s eyes said it all. “Do it.” “Wait,” I said. I walked over and strapped a ball gag into her mouth. I want to see you drool as you have your tits played with. I sat down to watch my sub’s nipples standing out as they got rubbed, her head tilted back exposing her throat and mouth, right now full of gag, but soon full of my cock.
“Do you want to join your friend? Aren’t you curious?,” I asked the roommate. She couldn’t make eye contact and she was breathing heavily. "Get over here." I grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into the sub’s tits. “Bite her nipples. Bite them hard.” She squealed, but I pulled at her hair. She bit all right.
Four hours later, I examined my handiwork: both girls stood facing each other, their small frames rested solely on the tips of their toes. The small of their calves were taut, tracing their legs up to their small rounded asses and wispy waists. Their brunette hair tumbled onto ample tits where beads of sweat showed from the strain. Their nipples stood erect, clamped, red, and sore. The main cause of this was my ingenious handiwork with clamps covered by clothespins, then duct tape. I could tell they wanted to twist their bodies to slacken the pressure and soothe their sore muscles. Even in their fatigued state, I watched their heads turn and follow me as I moved around the room.
I walked over and grabbed a tit in each hand and twisted. They cried out through their gags and tried to twist away. My sub was trying to speak under her gag. I lowered it. “Please, Sir, don’t do this to her.” A tear trickled down her cheek. I leaned over and licked it. I turned to the other girl and flashed a contented, defiant grin as if saying, “See, I can do as I please.” “Open your legs, sub.” I took my knee and forced the roommates legs apart. I reached for a vibrator and shoved it up her cunt, covering it with duct tape to secure it. I removed her gag and said, “Now lie there on the floor next to your friend.” She obeyed. A fast learner.
I took a chair and forced my sub to bend over it. “We are going to try something new, slut.” I reached into my briefcase and found the item I was looking for. A spider gag. Metal prongs, like a spiders legs, that cut into the mouth’s tender flesh and a metal ring that forced the mouth open. Open to drool when it saw my rigid cock. Open to receive my cock as I face fucked her. I put this new gag on the sub and stood back to observe how it cut into her cheeks. It needed something else. I went back to the bag and removed a clothespin from an index card. “Stick out your tongue, whore.” She obeyed.
I clamped her tongue and the drool was streaming down, landing onto her friend’s tits. These girls were perfect. I went to the table and reached for a flogger and starting ripping into the slut’s ass. I looked down at her friend beneath her. “Learn the pleasure pain produces in your friend. Feel her drool land on your tits. Soon it will be my cum falling on them.” As I started punishing the whore’s ass, I said, “You are a slut. A natural born cum slut. Not just a cum slut, but a slut whore.” Even bound as she was, the bitch looked up at me, trying to seduce me with her eyes. I lashed at her cunt lips. Both girls screamed.
I removed the pin and jammed my cock into the sub’s mouth. “Receive my cock, whore, and do not suck it.” The roommate was twisting beneath her, trying to escape the vibrator. I saw wetness running down her thighs. “You are both filthy, dripping sluts.” With that I proceeded to face fuck my sub, shoving my rigid cock deeper into her mouth and throat as she made gagging noises, drool still dropping onto her friend.
I reached down and roughly squeezed her clamped tits, pinching them harder. The sub screamed out in pain. It sounded like “No,” but her mouth was full of cock. I pushed her tits together and took my cock out of her mouth and started tit fucking her, the head of the cock protruding out of the tops of her tits with every thrust. “Is your mouth hurting you, cunt?” She nodded yes. "Tomorrow I will be gone, but your mouth will remember my cock, and the pain. You will carry the pain for days afterwards, remembering me. It keeps my sub loyal and obedient, doesn’t it slut?” She silently nodded yes.
I would be back. I would have both of these sluts as my subs. I would train them both, and I smiled at the thought. “Slut?” They both looked at me. “You are both sluts. You are both whores. You both want my cock. You both will obey my cock and my commands. You are sluts. You can never change. You were born cum sluts. I will teach you further, and you will learn. “Yes, yes yes,” they shook their heads vigorously. I let out a laugh. “Now lie there while I fuck your friend in the mouth. She will lick up the cum that lands on your tits and cunt. You will learn what I have to teach. You will learn to behave. You will learn to behave as an obedient cum slut. You think you are getting an education at this school? I will teach you your true education."
I proceed to fuck my sub, and her freed mouth sucked hard at the cock, pulling hard to get all of the cum up and shooting out. I exploded with these two girls bent to my will. “Now lick up the cum, whore.” My sub crawled down and began lapping up my hot cum off her friends face, tits and cunt. “Get every drop.” When she was done, and I had both girls kneeling before me, eyes downcast, arms behind them to thrust out their tits, I said, “Are you going to study and learn….learn how to be the very best submissives you can be for me?”
“Yes. Teach us, Dom. We want to learn.”
“You will obey me?”
“We will obey you.”
"Go into the bedrooms, sluts." They stiffly rose, limbs sore and weak, red marks on their flesh, massaging tightened joints. “Let’s go sluts. This is continuing ed. You won’t have scheduled classes. You will learn when I tell you to learn, and you will remember your lessons. Failure to do so means you do not get the cock. Do you understand me?"
They walked unsteadily toward the bedroom. I took the cane and whipped them both across the ass. They jumped with the shock and turned around. “Stand there, sluts and put your hands on your head. Let us try this again. I will keep doing it until you can keep still.” After three more attempts, they were finally able to take the beating. Walking into the bedroom they locked her fingers tightly around one another and held her hands close to her head, even wrapping her hair around them to prevent their instinctive movement. My conjoined sluts. Now to see that the new roomie understood about her bed slats, and rope, and being tied tit to tit. Many more lessons to come.
