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Miss Pratt Gets a "Licking"
Miss Marisol Persephone Pratt, known as "Prattsie" toher intimates back at St. Casimir's School, sat back in the seatlesschair, enjoying Evelyn's smooth, consistent tongue on her labia. Mmm?God,it feels good. The seatless chair was not all that comfortable, Prattsie'slegs were a bit constricted as her bare bu tt poked through the bottom, butEvelyn, lying blindfolded beneath the chair with her hands secured behindher back certainly knew how to lick her Mistress's pussy!
Evelyn licked patiently, pushing her head up, straining to keep herface in the velvety groin of her young Mistress. Twice Miss Pratt had explodedin orgasm, soaking Evelyn's blindfold, and she only had one more to go?butMiss Pratt didn't seem to be cumming, unfortunately. She licked again, harder,sucking on Miss Pratt's labia, and hoping. Evelyn felt a slight tremor, andMiss Pratt moaned. That wasn't an orgasm, but maybe?
?Miss Pratt, did you finish, ma'am?? came the muffled voice from below.Miss Pratt chuckled. She'd enjoyed this hour and a half, she'd done her nails,talked on the phone to three different clients, and had the slow, consistentslurping, tickling tongue. God, the poor woman must be exhausted. ?No, Evelyn,dearie?I can't seem to cum a third time. I've cum twice, but you know therule, three times is the charm!? Prattsie giggled silently, hearing the deepsigh from the blindfolded older woman bound beneath her.
Then came some more weary licks. Miss Pratt smiled. Now for some fun. ?Youknow, Evelyn, I don't really feel very sexy this afternoon, hon. If you wantto quit for this week, we can try again next week?you don't need to cum thatmuch, do you?? Prattsie laughed to herself, thinking of how swollen poorEvelyn's cunt was. Miss Pratt grinned as Evelyn's anxious voice floated up.
?No ma'am?please! I want to give you a great third orgasm?this onewill be fantastic. I just need to work harder. My jaws are a little tired,but I can do it!? Miss Pratt's voice came, sympathetic. ?Are you sure, Evelyn?If your jaws are tired, babe?? ?No ma'am?please! I want to give you a greatorgasm, it's not just about my own orgasm after. I know it's tough to orgasmsometimes, I'm a woman, too, and I know it takes time to finish.?
Prattsie bit her pinkie to keep from laughing. ?But?tell me, Evelyn.If I wanted you to make me cum the third time and go without your orgasm,would that be all right with you? Just as a way to prove your submission,dear??
There was a pause. Prattsie could hear Evelyn sobbing softly. Howmust it be, leaning on your elbows, with your hands bound behind your back,straining to lick my pussy, you pathetic old bag. ?If that's what you want,Miss Pratt (sob) of course we can wait?? Miss Pratt's tone was honeyed. ?Darling,I was just kidding. I know your orgasm is important to you. I've had aboutten orgasms myself today from different slaves?people just pay me to cum,it's so odd. But of course you can cum, dear.?
Miss Pratt lifted her butt out of Evelyn's reach, climbing out ofthe chair. She knelt by Evelyn's prone body, looking at Evelyn's shaved,bulbous twat. Oh the poor thing was so HORNY. What must it be like to goday after day with that thing locked down, the chastity piercing preventingEvelyn from having any pleasure?
?If you don't mind, Evelyn, I'm going to take off your piercing?I'llhave to re-lock it if you don't make me cum for the third time, but you reallyneed a little rest.? Evelyn should have taken warning from Miss Pratt's attemptedkindnesses, but she had had a difficult week, and indeed the piercing, lockingher clitoris and labia together, had been quite unpleasant.
Evelyn breathed happily as she felt the hateful rings being unlockedand removed from her clitoris, and Miss Pratt's soft hands playing aboutin the folds of her vagina. ?How's that feel, baby?? Miss Pratt asked ina velvety tone
?Oh, Miss Pratt, it feels so good!? Prattsie played along Evelyn'sclit until she was getting rather excited and breathing heavily, and thenMiss Pratt quickly grabbed an ice cube from a bowl nearby, running the cubeup and down Evelyn's swollen clitoris just as she was about to finish. ?Oooh,it's too cold!? Evelyn burst into tears. So close?but no orgasm.
Miss Pratt sighed. ?God, I hate your whining, Evelyn?I try so hardto create an entertaining environment for you?? Miss Pratt paused, runningthe words ?entertaining environment across her lips silently before goingon. ?I just want you to have some fun. After all you and poor Wil-burr giveme eight hundred big ones EACH for your therapy every week?you should behappy that I'm so imaginative, eh? For sixteen hundred a week, eh??
Miss Pratt's sharp nail flicked Evelyn's clitoris and Evelyn moaned. ?Yes,Miss Pratt. I'm terribly grateful for your attentions, ma'am.? Evelyn feltMiss Pratt gently rubbing her labia, and she breathed in pleasure. PerhapsMiss Pratt would give her an orgasm on the house?Suddenly there was anotherpain. Evelyn's pussy felt as if it were being dragged into the floor. God,she wished she could see through the blindfold. ?Oh what is it, Miss Pratt,I feel like my hoochie is being ripped out!?
?Your hoochie, eh? What a charming noun. You know, I was conceivedin a Spotlight Inn?my parents were always telling me how classy you and Wilburwere, classier than Leona Helmsely.? Miss Pratt's laugh chilled Evelyn morethan the ice cubes. ?Such an educated woman, you are, Evelyn.
Why are you in such pain now? I just took some nice plastic clothespins,the kind with the holes, I looped a bit of dental floss through each oneand put some nice weights on the ends, and snapped one on each of your uh ?hoochie? lips.And now I can pick the weights up and drop them, and you can feel it!? Withthat, Miss Pratt picked up the strings and dropped them, watching with gleeas Evelyn's cunt lips were stretched. ?Get it off, goddamn it!?
"Always ready to oblige, m'dear." Miss Pratt flicked eachclothespin off in the most painful way, accompanied by Evelyn's vocal hysterics. "Youreally should learn to use the word please, darling Evelyn."
Miss Pratt then reached into her collar and produced needles, leaningover the seatless chair again, where she pushed two needles through the glansof Evelyn's clitoris, eliciting a further scream. Miss Pratt pulled the needlesout again, wrinkling her nose slightly at the sight of blood, and then squirtedher new torture fluid onto her fingers, rubbing it on Evelyn's twat thoroughly.
Evelyn's howls were quite rewarding. "You like this stuff? It'ssome sort of arthritis medication, called Capzasin-P" Miss Pratt lookedcritically at the label as she rubbed more on her poor slave-girls clitoris. "It'sgood for you, though it does burn, methinks. See, the stuff contains capsaicin,the spice that gives hot peppers their "bite." and that's why itthrills you..and is good for skin inflammation." Miss Pratt smiled
"You've had the same reaction when I rubbed Ben-Gay, Zostrix,and Sportscreme on you...but scientifically, it's explained with the capsaicin...didn'tknow I was pre-med, did you?" Evelyn's moans and weeping showed a lackof interest in anything but her poor burning clit.
Miss Pratt reached behind her again and picked up a 9-volt battery,and licked the terminals at the end, getting a mild shock. She leaned overand rubbed it up and down Evelyn's tortured pussy, and Evelyn moaned in pleasureas the battery shocked her a bit. "Do you like that, honey...?" "Oh,ma'am it hurts, but it's thrilling, too...oh God, you're the best, Miss Pratt!" Prattsiesnickered and dropped the battery. "Hows about some more ice cubes?" AsMiss Pratt rubbed the ice on Evelyn's vulva, she howled once again.
?Bitch, bitch bitch, that's all you do.? Prattsie said cheerfullyas she dropped the ice cubes back in the bowl and sat in the chair again. ?Getyour mouth on my pussy again, girl?you are so goddamned unappreciative!? Evelynpainfully got back up on her elbows, sticking her head in Miss Pratt's pussyonce again. She licked and sucked wearily, thinking her jaws were more sorethan if she'd blown the Grateful Dead, while her young mistress was saying ?Youcomplained less last week when I toothbrushed your clit with cinnamon oiland Ice Hot that I took so much trouble to get for your fat, ungrateful assfrom Whole Foods?
?Lick away, and if you haven't given me a nice, satisfying third orgasmwithin 20 minutes, it's all up for this week, hon. The chastity piercinggoes back on, and you have to still blow Wilbur, and I'll take the blindfoldoff so you can stare at his stretch marks as your head goes back and forth.? Evelynsighed deeply as she listened to Miss Pratt chortling over this remark.
Miss Pratt listened patiently as Evelyn paused in her licking to aska question. ?Miss Pratt, would you consider untying me so I could use myhands to bring you off? I could masturbate you while licking?it's so hardto just use my mouth.? Miss Pratt reached under the seatless chair and cuffedEvelyn sharply, boxing her left ear. ?Get to weork with your tongue, youpitiful slut? Miss Pratt said savagely. ?You've been licking me every Tuesdayfor the past four years with your hands behind your back, I think you cando it again, lazybones.?
?Get to it!? And the marvelous licking continued. Miss Pratt sat backand sighed, feeling Evelyn's tongue consistently pleasuring her pubes. EveryTuesday, Evelyn, a motel chain owner in her late fifties came in to MissPratt's Institute.
Poor Evelyn...she popped pills like they were M&Ms. Dexedrine,Seconal, vitamins A,C,E and B-12, iron, zinc,Midol, chloline,Librium, Valium,Alka-Seltzer, Equanil, et cetera. She'd done every therapy from analysisthru Lifespring, but spent much of her time hating herself and her husband,except for Tuesday mornings.
Every Tuesday at 10:45, Evelyn and her husband pulled up outside theInstitute in their silver BMW, and after entering, Wilbur would go off withGiselle or one of Miss Pratt's other Ladies, and Evelyn would go into MissPratt's Nursery.
Evelyn would then give Miss Pratt her $800 (cash or Visa) and thenshe undressed, as Miss Pratt put away the payment. By the time Miss Prattturned around, Evelyn had her hands spread against the far wall as if shewere being arrested, and had her legs spread, and of course, was stark naked,her three piece navy and white wool skirt suit folded neatly in the corner.
Now Miss Pratt would approach with her beloved horn handled bamboocane. Prattsie loved this instrument, which left lovely weals and bruiseson Evelyn's much too wide chalky white buttocks. ?Can't you find some timefor aerobics, dearie?? the younger woman would demand as she slashed awayat Evelyn's pasty skin.
As Miss Pratt landed the carefully paced strokes of the cane(five seconds between each swat, mind you.) she could hear Evelyn's husbandWilbur grunting and bellowing in the next room as he was forced to run agymnasium treadmill uphill at seven miles an hour, while holding in an icecold enema and wearing six inch high heels. Giselle was right behind himthwacking away at Wilbur's lardy ass with the five tailed French Martinet,a gift from a grateful slave to Miss Pratt some years ago.
Evelyn sobbed and squealed as Miss Pratt thwacked away, gently draggingthe cane up and down Evelyn's gluteous muscles before and after each lash. ?Grabthe wall, Evelyn, and try not to blubber so much. I feel like I'm goringa bull or something.? Miss Pratt would say, as the cane landed again andagain in delicious spots up and down her bleached thighs. ?Oh yes, I justgot you in that nice little crease between your butt and thighs, that's yoursensitive spot, isn't it, dear?? Evelyn was always overcome with shame andhumiliation, bouncing around naked next to the smartly dressed Miss Pratt,three decades her junior. The pain, though made her forget nearly everything.
Evelyn tended to call Miss Pratt ?Mommie?during heavy punishment,which was rather amusing to the twenty-six year old dome. As Miss Pratt lashedher back and shoulders, out it would come??Mommie, no, please!? Evelyn wouldscreech, and then fall to her knees, burying her face in her hands as MissPratt landed five or six vicious cuts along her paunchy thighs.
As Evelyn gritted her teeth and sobbed, trying to resist the harshstrikes of the wicked cane, she thought of her mother, dead these many years.Evelyn's mother had quite often stripped Evelyn naked and given her harshwhippings in front of her jeering siblings, just because Evelyn wanted togo on dates and have fun like they were doing. ?No, you're the smart one,Evvie, Momma wants you to study hard so's you can git us out of this crappylittle apartment. You got an A minus on that last test, and you're gonnaget a whippin' every time you try to sneak out to see the Wilkins boy.?
Momma had even given Evelyn a bare bottom spanking in front of theWilkins boy, who then didn't want to see her again, except of course to makefun of her?and Evelyn had studied hard, and made Momma and the family richwith the Spotlight Inns that she and Wilbur had made into a dynasty.
Miss Pratt knew nothing of this, or anything of Evelyn's early lifeat all. Like most post-adolescents, Miss Pratt didn't think of Evelyn asanything but the butt-ugly old bag she was now, but Prattsie did know thatthe session was going well when Evelyn began blubbering and calling her ?Mommie? Andit fueled further whacking??Mommie..ooh? (WHACK WHACK WHACK) ?Evvie willbe a (sob) good girl (sob)please? WHACK WHACK THWACK ?Evvie will try to makeyou happy, please (sob) no more punishments Mommie!?
Prattsie admitted to herself that one benefit benefit of Evelyn'spunishment sessions was a serious appetite suppressant. After watching Evelyn'seyeliner and Seventies light blue mascara shadow tearing up into an uglymess with the weeping, and then congealing with Evelyn's rouge and lipstick,Prattsie could not eat for a day or two. It made her think she was dominatingTammy Faye Bakker. Prattsie always went to her Weight Watchers weigh-in twodays after her sessions with Evelyn, as then she'd eaten the least.
After Miss Pratt had exhausted her arm on Evelyn's buttocks (?Really,you're lucky, Ev?if this was a punishment spanking I'd throw my entire weightbehind the cane which would be worse for you, but easier, so much easieron my poor little arm.?) she'd caned under Evelyn's arms (?Hold your armsup for the Lord!?) and five or ten whacks on Evelyn's sagging breasts. (?Thesight of them makes me ill, tut tut??) Miss Pratt had been quite acid inher comments about Evelyn's poor breasts, as she'd just caned the firm, full36C titties of a hot little 29 year old investment banker who'd had an 8:00a.m. appointment at the Institute.
?And Chloe doesn't jump and grab her breasts, screeching, like youdo, Ev?perhaps that's why I only charge her six hundred an hour instead ofyour eight.? Evelyn, unfortunately had never been able to take tit caning,and every time the cane slashed across her aging nipples, she'd shriekedand fallen on the floor, sobbing. Her nipples were so scorched from the bamboo,and continually, Miss Pratt would have to drag Evelyn up by her hair to tryyet again to teach her to take her breast-whipping with equanimity.
?The raised welts are marvelous on your pasty skin, Evelyn, dear?let'ssee, I put about seven on your ass and thighs, four on your upper back, threeon your boobies, one harsh one on your stomach?goodness! I'm a bit of a Picasso,the cross marks are so interesting?grotesque really. But you don't wear bathingsuits much, do you dear? Too much work at the Spotlight Motel management,eh??
Then Miss Pratt had done some serious work with her ?Viper? a tawsecomplete with thick latigo leather strap and a beautiful cherry wood handle.Everlyn's screams resulting from this thrashing were pure poetry to Prattsie'sears and effectively drowned out Wilbur's howls in the next rooom where hewas getting it with a South African Riding whip handled by Miss Pratt's 230pound eunuch manservant, Samuel.
After this, Miss Pratt had pulled out all the stray hairs from Evelyn'svagina, as she was supposed to have shaved but hadn't?and Miss Pratt was a mean onewith the tweezers. ?Goodness, do you cry about everything, just one more!? YANK!
Finally, Evelyn had turned around and Miss Pratt had bound her armsbehind her back and put the blindfold on. Then Miss Pratt had laid Evelynunder the seatless chair. Miss Pratt had then removed her own garments andsat on the seatless chair, sticking her buttocks a bit low so Evelyn couldbegin the licking. Evelyn had sightlessly moved her head around (?Close?noyou're licking my cheek now, dear?You've now got my asshole. If you wantto rim me, it's your business, but it doesn't count towards the orgasms.)It was terribly painful for Evelyn, supporting herself on her arthritic elbows,butfinally she found Miss Pratt's vagina, and over a period of several hours,had brought Miss Pratt to two excellent orgasms.
Evelyn had offered Miss Pratt extra money many times over the yearsif Miss Pratt would allow Evelyn not to have to be blindfolded during thelicking, as Evelyn would have died to see Miss Pratt's delectable vanillacheeks and pussy, but Miss Pratt believed that a bit of mystery was a goodthing for a dome?
Meanwhile, Wilbur was giving a blowjob to Miss Pratt's father, whohad recently been released from prison after some very extensive legal workby his wealthy young daughter. ?Poacher? Pratt had been glad to come workfor ?mah little baby? and really had had nowhere else to go, as Miss Pratt'smother was in a lunatic asylum, and his own mother had just died of a heroinoverdose.
So receiving a BJ from a rich asshole was fine, and Poacher stoodthere, gumming his Lucky Strike and holding poor Wilbur's head. ?Thass right,bub, keep suckin' mah big old dickie, there yah go.? Miss Pratt could hearWilbur's sobs in the next room and was so glad she'd gotten her father re-involvedin her life.
Miss Pratt had been raised in a trailer park until receiving a scholarshipto St. Casimir's School after she'd discovered a cure for a rare form of skincancer as her Science Fair project in middle school.
Miss Pratt had discovered that her fighting skills, that she'd hadto learn in the various trailer parks and slums she'd been raised in, servedher well in the rich prep school. The first girl who'd made fun of Miss Pratt'sclothes had been knocked down and then, as she was too afraid to fight theacerbic Prattsie, the rich girl had succumbed to having her pants and pantiespulled down, and had undergone a whipping by the angry, poverty-strickenchild genius.
Miss Pratt had dommed several girls at St. Casimir's and more thana few boys?and then had begun frequenting S&M clubs in the city, whereshe'd eventually met a backer who'd convinced her to forget about medicalschool and start the Institute, which was a rare house of pain, focusingmuch more on the needs of middle aged women?though men were often treatedas well.
Evelyn was one of Prattsie's oldest clients, and she'd always hadthe same fantasy, and it was rather pleasant for Miss Pratt, though toughfor Evelyn. The rule was, Evelyn had to lick Miss Pratt to three separateorgasms while bound, her arms behind her back. If Miss Pratt experiencedall three orgasms, then she'd lean over and unlock the tiny piercing thatlocked Evelyn's labia together, and Evelyn would be allowed, still blindfoldedand tied to shift up and rub her pussy against the rough mahogany of oneof the legs of the seatless chair until she came herself. Only one orgasmof course, but better than nothing! Then of course, Evelyn was locked upuntil the next week.
The worst part of this was, Wilbur was also in a chastity device, but he wasallowed to have his weekly orgasm into Evelyn's mouth as she sucked him, justbefore they left Miss Pratt's Institute. Evelyn felt this was unfair, but shedidn't argue with Miss Pratt!
As Evelyn licked Miss Pratt's clitty, she remembered telling Miss Pratt ofher fantasies some four years before. It had seemed incongruous to the sophisticatedowner of the Spotlight Inns that this girl could cope with Evelyn's fantasiesof chastity and torture. Sure she'd been Wilbur's domme for a couple of years,but men had that lust thing going on for young women...Evelyn was completelyheterosexual, and it would take a lot of ingenuity to reach her!
All the pressures had made Evelyn a tough, no nonsense woman, andshe and Wilbur had gone from inheriting one hotel from his dad to now having125, across the country. But Miss Pratt had found the key to breaking Evelyndown, to the point that she'd been as a twelve year old, going over Mommie'sknee when she'd neglected her piano lesson to flirt with the boy next door.
Now, bound and blindfolded, licking and sucking Miss Pratt's deliciousvagina, Evelyn winced as she leaned hard on her scalded buttocks from herearlier whipping with the cane and the Viper. She'd presented Miss Prattwith the chastity piercing eighteen months into the sessions--"Please,Miss Pratt...I'm ready to turn my orgasms over to you, and I want to earnthem! Wilbur and I don't make love since he's been on your chastity plan,and I feel guilty about him eating me out...I want you to make me earn myorgasms!"
Miss Pratt had looked doubtful,but she'd locked Evelyn into the chastity piercing,and they'd gone through with the fantasy--Evelyn must lick Miss Pratt to threeorgasms before she got her own orgasm from rubbing her bald crotch againstthe rough chair leg...and if Miss Pratt didn't get her three, if she just gottwo, not only did Evelyn not get to cum, but she had to lick Miss Pratt toFOUR orgasms the following week. Evelyn had discovered that she really enjoyedcumming so much more now, mysteriously.
But finally, today, Miss Pratt leaned down. "Evelyn honey...I just amnot going to cum, and the licking is irritating me...I sure don't want to endup with a yeast infection, dear." Evelyn sighed. "I guess--yes ma'am...Isuppose you're going to lock me up now?" There was desperation in hervoice. Miss Pratt smiled again. "Well, you've been such a good girl, Evvie...doyou remember the first time I had you drink my pee-pee?" Evelyn kissedMiss Pratt's buttocks. "Yes ma'am, do you want that now?" Oh, boy,she would get to cum if she could just down some of Miss Pratt's urine.
"Well, no honey...but I do have to do number two." Miss Pratt'stone was gentle. "And I don't want to get up and go to the rest room.Why don't you take it in, just a little bit, and then lick my butt clean, likea bidet...then I'll leave the room, and you can rub your clitty against thechair leg...capisce?"
There was a tremendous sigh. "I-I don't know, Miss Pratt...it's terriblyunhygienic, ma'am." Evelyn thought she might lose her breakfast. "Oh,don't I know that, sweet-ums." Miss Pratt responded lovingly. "Iremember the only way I could get you to drink pee pee was by dunking my brassierein a bucket of it, and then putting it on and letting you suck my breasts throughit...but I thought you really wanted to cum...do you?"
And...unfortunately, for Evelyn's stomach, she did!
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