Ms Patriot: Dark Crusades (Chapter 35) (Patreon)

Chapter 35

“Mmm. Mmm,” Silver Girl moaned, on her hands and knees licking Mistress Patriot’s shiny black thigh boots.

Mistress Patriot leaned over, and brought her riding crop down across the blonde teen’s left butt cheek. Thwack! And then across the right. Thwack! The sex slavegirl put more feeling into her efforts, pretty little tears rolling down her red cheeks.

“Who do you love, Silver?”

The vanquished sidekick wore a sexed up version of her former costume: the tiniest of string bikinis, huge silver hoop earrings, silver collar, lots of silver bangles on each wrists, and silver stiletto pumps. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a high pony.

“I love you, Mistress,” she said. “I love you so much.”

She watched Silver Girl kissing, licking, and nuzzling her thigh-booted foot and leg, pure submissive bliss on her lovely face. It was a beautiful sight. Who knew her best friend’s grown daughter was a super heroine? And then Autumn quite easily transitioned into her obedient, loving slavegirl? After a mere five days as a slave, she was already as helplessly sexy as Patriot Girl.

The clatter of stilettos on the hardwood floor pulled the Turned heroine’s baby blues up. She scanned the penthouse’s family room. It was the condo’s largest room, with a beautiful view of the Tenderloin. It had been Tabitha’s primary residence, now it was a place for her to go to escape all the fawning, horny members.

Patriot Girl strode in, dressed in the outfit Mistress Patriot commanded her to change into. She looked stunning in a pure white, lacy teddy, with garters holding up white fishnet hose, with white lace-up ankle boots. She further accessorized with lacy white, fingerless gloves and silver earrings and bangles. Lips and nails a high gloss pink.

“You look lovely, slave,” she purred.

Patriot Girl dropped to her knees. “Thank you, Mistress. I live and love to please you in every way.”

That last sentence was not part of her training. It was all Lynda.

While Silver Girl moaned, groaned, and squirmed as she slowly licking tall, skinny stilettos, Mistress Patriot pulled up her phone and accessed the club’s secret video camera system. First, she scammed the sky and nearby rooftops with security cameras, both regular and infrared. Then she checked Tabby’s room. The redheaded former dominatrix was on her back in bed, long legs spread wide in a V, ankles held by the member. Dominic was pounding her hot, wet pussy like a boss, head rolled back as he groaned in pleasure. Tabby looked to be enjoying their coupling even more, head rocking as she tormented her own tits.

Mistress Patriot smiled and nodded. Then she pulled up the main parlor’s cameras, scanning the now full chamber. Staff dominatrixes were keeping things moving and lively, while members enjoyed each other’s body, as well as the staff slaves.

“Leashes.”

Patriot Girl jumped up and rushed over to a side table. She fetched two leashes, taking them to her beloved mistress. Mistress Patriot thanked her with an open-mouth kiss that lingered a little. Then she attached a leash to Patriot Girl’s collar.

“Enough, Silver. Sit back on your legs,” she commanded. The beautiful nineteen year old obeyed without hesitation. She smiled up at her mistress. “Chin.”

Silver Girl lifted her chin, exposing her neck and collar. The ex-heroine reached down and attached a leash. With a little tug, Silver Girl rose sensually to her stiletto-heeled feet, wrists crossing behind her back out of habit. Mistress Patriot claimed her glossy lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Then she led them both over to the side table where she picked up handcuffs.

Mistress Patriot first locked Patriot Girl’s wrists behind her back, then handcuffed Silver Girl. Then she squatted and locked hobble chains around both of their ankles. Finally, she forced a shiny pink ball-gag behind Silver Girl’s teeth, buckling it into place. The other slavegirl got a ring-gag.

“Shall we return to work, girls?” she teased, wagging her brows. Both slavegirls nodded. “Of course we should.”

The House of Joy’s owner and head dominatrix led her slavegirls straight into the elevator. They dropped to their knees to either side of her without prompting. Just well trained. The trip down was short, reminding her of the much longer elevator ride down to the Patriot Dungeon.

The raven-maned dominatrix then led her slaves straight to the heart of the main parlor. All eyes turned to her as the noise level dropped dramatically in anticipation. She graced them with a wicked little smile. Then she spotted the man she wanted. Not necessarily a specific person, just one who looked ready for what she had in mind. So she pulled out Silver Girl’s heroine phone. Logged in, and activated the camera.

“Silver, crawl over to Master Phil,” she purred, removing Silver Girl’s leash. Then she removed the ball-gag. “And suck his dick like a sexy slavegirl should.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the blonde said as she dropped to all fours.

Mistress Patriot video-recorded Silver Girl’s absolute obedience, without hesitation. She recorded her slow, sensual crawl up between Master Phil’s legs, wrapping delicate hands around his thick cock, and finally smiled and swirled her tongue around his throbbing head. Silver Girl held his eyes, and then slowly sucked his helmet shaped glans into her hot, wet mouth. She sucked and teased his pisshole with the tip of her tongue at the same time, making the middle-aged businessman jerk and gasp. He palmed the back of her head, pushing down. Trying to get as much cock into her mouth as possible.

“Patriot Girl,” she said, removing her other slave’s leash. “Crawl up behind Silver and eat her out from behind.”

The other blonde ex-sidekick dropped to her knees, ring-gag still locked in place, and buried her face between Silver Girl’s sweetly rounded butt cheeks.

“Mmm,” Silver Girl moaned.

“Mmmmmgh,” Patriot Girl echoed her. “Mmmmgh.”

Mistress Patriot smiled to see Patriot Girl went straight for her friend’s butt hole, eating it out with gusto. Not what her mistress commanded, but then Mistress Patriot realized she hadn’t been specific. And she was eating Silver out, in a nastier way.

I wonder if that is a new pleasure, or a fetish she’s always had?

Scanning the parlor again, Mistress Patriot locked on a tall, gorgeous Latina in a black leather corset, opera gloves, and thigh boots. No bottoms. Instead, the Latina had a big, black strap-on buckled around her lower extremities. The dildo was long, thick, and covered with ridges and bumps designed to maximize feminine pleasure.

“Lady Hilaria, would you please trash Patriot Girl’s pussy with your little friend?”

The Latina’s face lit up. She nodded as she stepped forward with excitement.

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress Patriot,” she purred, quickly moving up behind the blonde teen. “She is so sexy eating ass.”

“Um, Mistress Patriot,” Chad said. He was the submissive of the pair. His boyfriend and master, Tad, stood behind him and holding his leash. “My master is wondering what the chances are of hiring you again tonight. At your convenience, of course.”

She found it amusing that Tad, the dominant one of the couple, always had his submissive boyfriend do the talking. Mistress Patriot smiled at them. Both were well endowed, muscular, and had lots of sexual stamina. So a good time. They might be bi-sexual, but they LOVED for her to suck their dicks more than anything. But mostly they both wanted to fuck her pussy at the same time. Two dicks inside one hole at the same time.

It was always so intense for her, but…

“I’m available,” she purred. “In public out here in the parlor, or up stairs in private?”

They’d hired her both ways, both as a slavegirl and as Head Dominatrix. Mostly she’d be supervising them having sex with each other, but she made sure they took care of her first.

“Public,” Chad said, quite eagerly. “We want everyone to see how lucky we are.”

“Suit on or off?”

Tad’s face lit up as he looked her over. “Keep it on, please.”

“Let’s do it,” she said. “Same price as last time.”

They agreed, so she had one of the staff charge their account on file, while she led them over to her throne. Mistress Patriot kissed them, and then made Chad sit upon her throne. She pulled her nether closure to the side, backed up over Chad, and slowly impaled herself reverse cowgirl. And then she bounced up and down his cock. She waved Tad up.

Leaning over, Mistress Patriot went down on him. Sucking him in to the back of her throat as quickly as possible. And Tabitha trained her quite well, so it didn’t take long at all to take him into her throat without gagging. Once her pussy felt stretched out enough, she pulled off Tad and leaned back against Chad. Then she guided Tad’s dick to her already full pussy.

Lifting off Chad’s cock, she squeezed the two cocks together, and then guided them up into her pussy.

“Oh fuck, that’s intense,” she gasped out. “Oooooooh. Oooooooooh. Fuck me. Yes.”

The raven-maned beauty held herself perfectly still between the two men, while they thrust into her stretched out snatch with gusto. They both moaned and groaned even more and louder than her. All the while, Mistress Patriot watched Patriot Girl getting reamed out by Lady Hilaria, while eating out Silver Girl, who was deep-throating Master Phil.

“What a beautiful life,” she gasped out. And then that rush to climax claimed her. “Oh, Goddess, thank you for all my blessings! Aaaaaagggh!”