Coven's Toy Pt. 05
Coven's Toy, Part 5
(Fetish, Witchcraft, TG, TF, consensual)
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read Chapters 1, 2, 3 & 4, first.
Synopsis: Tammy tells of her adventures.
After dinner Beth led Tammy into the bedroom, and had her strip off her dress, while she, herself, stripped naked.
Beth climbed into bed and sat up, resting against the headboard. She directed Tammy to lay down next to her with her head resting on her belly. Tammy, comfortable, moved her free hand down to her Mistress's crotch and began teasing her with her long nails.
"Oh, that feels nice," Beth moaned. "Now tell me about your month with Donna. I told you that I get a vicarious thrill out of hearing the tales of my toys' adventures. Tell me everything and make it good. I want to cum many times tonight."
It took a few minutes for Tammy to start telling her tale, as she was still trying to decide what to tell and how to tell it. She didn't really begin until Beth tapped her on the top of her head.
"All right, here goes. The first thing she said to me, as we drove away was, 'your breasts are too small.'"
When Elizabeth giggled, Tammy stopped and shifted to look up at her, questioningly.
"I thought I heard her say that, before I closed the car door. I wasn't surprised, either. Sister Donna does love shapely women."
Tammy sighed and returned to her position and her careful tickling.
"Well, the first day, she made an appointment with her favorite plastic surgeon, and only a couple of days later, I had these."
She moved her free hand to one of her breasts and jiggled it.
Beth, mumbled, "nice."
"She must have a special arrangement with that doctor, a quantity discount or something." Tammy smirked. "I didn't even realize that she'd also had the guy remove my two lower ribs."
Elizabeth interrupted, "I thought that might all happen, she does like her toys to have grand figures."
"Yes, and then she took me to a corsetier. I heard about my ribs when she told that woman. She provided a couple of temporary corsets, ones she had in stock. And they helped me get used to being tight-laced. A couple of days later the real, custom ones started showing up and Mistress really began my waist training."
She paused for a couple of seconds, "I've been wearing the things ever since,"
"Yes, and you look fantastic, and very sexy. Tell me more about it."
"Well, it's taken me months to get used to wearing it all of the time. Well, actually I wear it, or one like it, about 23 hours a day. Mistress Donna started me on it and all of the other mistresses have kept me wearing it. The biggest adjustment was learning to breath with it constricting me so. I can't get enough air to run or even climb stairs, quickly. And I faint, sometimes during sex, when I get so very excited."
"That's got to be tough."
"It is. And it's a chore putting it on. Tightening and tying the laces. Sometimes the mistresses help, close it, and they almost always make sure it's properly tightened."
"Properly?"
"Yes, as my corsets are custom made to cinch me down to twenty inches, they close completely at that point. It's easy to see that they are fully closed."
"Ah, I see. But doesn't it limit your movements? That seems to be what I mostly hear about the things."
"Well, they are restrictive. I do have difficulty bending or twisting at the waist, and sitting in a deep chair is a problem, but now that I've gotten used to it, It's not really that bad. Or perhaps, not as bad as some people say."
Beth stroked her hair, gently, before closing the topic, "well that's good, anyway. Perhaps I'll try it someday. So, what else did Donna do to you?"
"Nothing else to my body." Tammy answered, before continuing on another tack.
"She gave me my SUV, so I could use it to run errands for her. Delivering paintings to the galleries, in town, picking up fabrics or delivering designs to the fashion houses. I also used to run people up to the airport, or pick them up. I did a lot of that kind of thing."
"Sounds like you were busy. Now, tell me about your sex life. That's what I' d like to hear."
And she again tapped Tammy on the top of her head.
"Um, Mistress Donna, has a lot of friends, and plenty of lovers; there always seemed to be one or two, or even a half-dozen women or models stopping by or staying in her guest cottage. So she only had sex with me a few times per week.
"She loves normal sex with vibrators. Takes much more than she gives.
"Oh really. You must have been one horny little girl."
"Well, not really. She made it clear to all of her guests, and to me, that I was ready, willing and able to play with them, anytime, anywhere. And that's what I did, much of the time."
"And did you enjoy that?"
Tammy took a deep breath, or as deep a one as she could, before admitting, "yes, a lot, and I had sex, with a bunch of women and girls throughout my stay with Mistress Donna."
Tammy paused again, remembering the good times.
"She has a full-time housekeeper and a gardener, and a cook came in every evening and made very good dinners for the mistress, her guests and me. The food was far better than anything I could prepare. I did take care of breakfasts and lunches, but had little else to do as far as chores went."
"So, sex was your main function. And you did it with dozens of women. Tell me about them."
"Well, there were a number of beautiful fashion models. Most of them were painfully skinny, though. Oddly enough most of them were enamored with my big boobs. They'd fondle, kiss and suck on them for hours. Probably because they had chests like boys."
They both laughed at that.
"They all seemed kind of self-centered, too. In love with themselves. But there was one who I did like, Michelle. We seemed to get along really well, and spent as much time just hanging out, as we did together in bed. Her body was nice, not as bad as some of the other, bulimic, girls. And she actually invited me to come to Paris to live with her. She described her grand apartment in the Fifth Arrondissement. as a wonderful place. It sounded nice, but of course, I couldn't."
"That does sound nice, Paris is a beautiful place, but the French can be a pain in the ass." Elizabeth said, cutting in.
"Actually, the models weren't all that bad. At least they were pretty. Most of the other visitors weren't good looking or shapely, or even personable. Some treated me like a whore, and I hated that. I only had sex with them because I was so horny and Mistress Donna required it of me."
"I'm sorry, but that's part of the deal."
Sighing, "yes, I know."
Tammy went on to describe several of her encounters with famous designers, or supposedly creative artists, who hung out at the house.
Some of them were kinky, while others were just plain crazy. A few of them were really good in bed, but many others didn't have a clue about how to really enjoy sex with another woman.
Some of Tammy's more acidic comments got them laughing. And some of her more amorous descriptions got Elizabeth hot.
But she wanted more. "Were there men involved? Did they visit?"
Elizabeth knew how Tammy felt about men, and wondered how she might have handled that.
"Well, there were occasional male visitors, but they were all quite gay. You know, fashion designers and artists. So, they weren't really interested in me. It was easy to avoid any complications with them."
Tammy paused for a moment, and then added, quietly, "I didn't have to service a guy until months later. Mistress Katherine made me do that."
"You can tell me about that, when we come to it."
Elizabeth had actually been a bit disappointed; she was perversely hoping to hear about some sad night where Tammy wound up with some dude. She was secretly fascinated to hear about Tom's reaction to that. After all, Tammy's personality was based on her old Tom persona. She'd just wait to hear about that event, later. She understood it was wicked of her, but...
"So tell me more about your time with sister Donna?"
Tammy took a deep breath, as deep as she could, and then launched in.
"Ah, Mistress Donna is an artist and a fashion designer and is very popular."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, she treated me like her very own personal model for both her painting and for showing off her designs.
"She often had me posing for her paintings, drawings or photo shoots. Lord knows, my photo is probably posted on the Internet. I spent a lot of time laying out, naked on some lounge, in some Rubenesque pose, while she 'captured' my image."
"Oh, we'll have to Google you." Elizabeth quipped.
"God, I don't need that kind of notoriety." Tammy responded, before continuing with her story.
"One time she arranged me on a platform, on a bunch of pillows, in my corset and on full display. Then she positioned one hand grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple; I only had a tiny ring in it, then. She had me put my other hand on my pussy and stick a finger up myself. I had to lay like that for hours while she painted."
"Sounds wonderfully obscene." Elizabeth said.
Tammy couldn't see her mistress' face, bust she imagined she was smiling.
"It was terrible! I got so horny, I started getting myself off, but she'd see and order me to stop. I was so in need I almost cried! It was torture! But she wouldn't let me cum."
Tammy paused to take a deep breath, before continuing.
"When she finally finished, Mistress Donna was overjoyed with her work. She said that she had captured my feminine passion at its peak. A couple of days later she had me take the painting down to the gallery in town where she sold most of her works, and I had to stay and watch them hang it on the wall."
"Perhaps I should buy it."
"While I was standing there, a couple of tourists came and ogled the painting and then realized it was me. They actually asked if I would pose with them for a photo in front of my painting. I told them to fuck off!"
Elizabeth laughed, and after a couple of seconds Tammy joined in.
The memories of the event, got Tammy excited, and she stopped fingering her lover and shifted her position to get her mouth in place over Beth's wet sex.
As she felt Tammy, shift position, Beth sighed, happily. She was ready and pleased that Tammy had made her move.
They spent the rest of the evening making love, taking turns. Using their hands and mouths and eventually a vibrating dildo that they both enjoyed. Beth had a lot of fun, attacking Tammy's clit ring and its bell with the vibrator. It seemed to add something special for Tammy, and the bell's jingles merged with the hum of the vibrator into a musical sound that really turned Beth on.
Eventually, they were exhausted and fully satisfied. Even Tammy, who was seldom too tired for more sex. Feeling good, relaxed and tired, they staggered into the shower, together and cleaned themselves, still taking turns.
Elizabeth stepped out first and crawled, tiredly into bed. She was asleep before Tammy finished with her enema and came out to join her.
Before she fell asleep, she decided that she liked this game. Relating her sexy experiences brought back pleasant memories, mostly. And it was obvious that Beth loved hearing about them. As a result, their love making was better than she remembered from her first, extended visit.
With that conclusion, she fell asleep, peacefully smiling.
Upon waking they both giggled as they discussed last night's fun, and they admitted that they were both a little sore from all the attention dedicated to their pussies. Although there was no complaining, only hopes that they would be sufficiently recovered to resume the story-telling session, later.
Tammy made them a hearty breakfast, and afterwards they just laid about, relaxing. Elizabeth watched a movie, while Tammy read a novel. They stayed that way all morning. After lunch, Tammy picked up her book again, while Elizabeth cranked up her computer and did some surfing. There was always something interesting on YouTube.
It was late afternoon, when Elizabeth closed down her laptop, and looked speculatively, at her toy. Tammy noticed, and understanding, spoke up. "Yes Mistress. I'm ready."
"All recovered?"
"Yes, and horny as ever." And she licked her lips, suggestively.
Beth laughed, "As always. And I love it."
They got up and walked together into the bedroom. Elizabeth wrapped an arm around Tammy's tiny, corseted waist and enjoyed the jingly sounds coming from her pussy. All of that jewelry isn't really my thing, she thought, but they are kind of fun!
This time, Tammy slid between Beth's legs, as she was again laying propped up on the headboard. Tammy laid with her head to the side, but right on top of her mistress' mons.
That positioning, alone, started getting Beth excited.
Once they were comfortable, Tammy started in.
"Okay, this morning, I thought of a couple of escapades that you might enjoy." Tammy was actually starting to enjoy recounting her adventures. It was fun, and it got both of them hot.
"Mistress Donna had a couple of seamstresses who worked for her on big projects. She had one of them make me a Marie Antoinette gown. A beautiful thing, all satin and lace, with a huge crinoline, hoop skirt. It was all pastel blue and white with golden embroidery. It was, of course very low cut, and it showed off my tiny waist and big boobs, fantastically.
"Wearing that dress, and with a big white wig, and plenty of make-up, I did look like a French courtesan right out of Henry the eighth's palace."
"You must have been beautiful. I wish I could have seen you." Beth said, with a sigh.
"Oh, I'm sure Mistress Donna has a hundred photos for you, or more. You see, the whole thing was for a photo shoot that she had envisioned. She has a lovely garden and with a few props it looked like royal France.
"She had me walk around, and pose for her, in the gown. She had me sprawl on a chaise lounge, and stand by her fountain. It was all pretty and I could only imagine how good the pictures would look for whatever spread she was putting together."
"I can picture it." Elizabeth said wistfully.
"But then things got crazy. Mistress Donna had me sit on a small bench, facing her with my skirts spread around me in a big circle. The bench was completely hidden under my dress.
"And then she called out one of the models. Actually, it was Michelle, I think I told you about her, yesterday."
"You did."
"Michelle walked out, and when she got near me, she slipped out of a robe and let it fall to the ground. And she was fully nude! And she looked beautiful and I immediately got turned on. I mean there I was, all dressed up in my princess outfit, and here was my friend naked in front of me, and the world."
"Sounds, ah, interesting," Beth said, and her pussy was starting to get wet.
"Well, I wasn't sure what was going on until Mistress started giving directions, while she continued to snap photos. She had Michelle walk slowly over to me, and kneel down directly in front of me. I'm sure I was panting and turning red with desire. I imagine Donna captured it all on film. When I looked at her, Michelle just smiled angelically, and winked at me."
"Mistress Donna, "Elizabeth scolded, automatically.
"Ah, yes, Mistress Donna. And then she had Michelle burrow underneath my skirts! The camera must have just seen her back, and her lovely ass, as she bent forward to lift the layers of skirt and the several crinoline petticoats, and the hoop frame."
"Wow," was all Elizabeth could say. And she giggled as she pictured the scene, in her very turned-on mind.
"Mistress Donna called to me to not move. So I just sat there with my hands to the sides, resting on my skirts. I watched Michelle slowly disappear under the dress, and when she grabbed my thighs, right at my stocking tops, I jumped and squeaked.
"All the while Mistress Donna was snapping photos. Recording everything."
"I have got to see those photos." Elizabeth mumbled, and then giggled in delight.
Tammy smiled, shyly, as she continued telling her story.
"At that point Mistress Donna ordered Michelle to freeze. All I could see of her was her ankles and feet sticking out from under my dress. But as she wasn't all the way in, and the skirt was so very big around her head wasn't where I wanted it to be. I whined, and tried to reach around to pull her head into my crotch. But Mistress yelled at me to stop, so I did. But I could hardly stand it. I was so turned on, I wanted Michelle's mouth on my clit so badly, I was panting and feeling faint."
"And your corset was so tight you couldn't get enough air." Elizabeth added.
"Yes. Finally, though Mistress Donna had enough shots of that pose, so she told Michelle to continue, and she slid completely under the dress and went to work on my pussy. It was heavenly, and I reached around and rested my hands on her head, over the top of the dress as she ate me to a huge orgasm."
"And you fainted, didn't you?"
Tammy bent her neck and looked up into Beth's eyes, and whispered, "yes, yes I did. And I toppled over backwards, off of the bench and onto the dress. But Michelle held me and the dress' framework did too. So I didn't hurt myself."
"I was only out a couple of seconds, and when I came to, Mistress Donna was standing over me, applauding. She was delighted and said she had caught the whole thing on film, and that she thought it was delightful and erotic as hell, and that she thought she could publish a photo book of the whole episode."
At that point, Tammy paused, and then shifted her head into position and began kissing and licking at Beth's very wet pussy. And her Mistress sighed and moaned in pleasure, as that was exactly what she had been wanting, as she had listened and imagined the events Tammy was describing.
But just as Beth was about to explode, Tammy paused and lifted her head.
"Michelle was the only one there who seemed to care that I had lost consciousness. And she laid down next to me on the dress, and kissed me, wonderfully. Relieved that I was all right."
And then Tammy went back to her Mistress' pussy and finished her off by nibbling on her clit.
Elizabeth almost fainted herself, from the feelings and her dreams of the scene on the lawn at Donna's place.
She just had to get a copy of that book! Hell, she'd pay Donna to publish it, just for her.
After Elizabeth recovered, they both cleaned up and then laid down, cuddling together and took a nap.
Tammy was, of course, horny as hell, but she knew better than to ask Beth for relief. She'd have to wait for her turn, later. She was able to sleep for a while, but woke up, hungry, and still very much in need.
Beth was still sleeping. Worn out from all the good sex, Tammy thought, jealously.
She carefully climbed off the bed and moved into the bathroom to clean up and redo her make-up, before she headed into the kitchen to start on dinner.
She was working over the sink, washing a bowl, while the Ziti baked, when she was startled by a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Beth standing behind her, in a big white robe, smiling and looking wonderful.
But as Tammy turned further her hip bumped into something and when she looked down, she saw the pink head of the strap-on cock, poking obscenely out of the robe's opening.
"Oh my," she said, "what have we here?"
"Well, my dear. When I woke up, I realized that I had all of the fun, this afternoon, and that you must be one very horny girl. So, I dressed appropriately." Beth said, and then giggled.
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