...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 24 I had thoughts of telling Mr. Reiser about my teacher, but I didn't. I hid the ring away in my vanity, in the wide drawer where there were a number of similar boxes as I did have a lot of jewelry by this time. I was terribly spoiled. I pushed the engagement ring out of sight, towards the back of the drawer, and I hoped I could forget it, that Mr. Davis would come to his senses and remember what I'd told him. I was somewhat embarrassed by his affections, to tell the truth and I was sure my Master wouldn't find the man's proposal very amusing. Mr. Reiser might even decide to turn my teacher in, which was what I should have done just to protect myself. I didn't want that though, I liked the man, and so I kept the secret and told myself it would be alright. I had just half a year of school left and it would be over, I'd never see Mr. Davis again. "Are you getting ready?" Wren's voice interrupted me and I blinked away my guilt and smiled at her. "Yeah." I nodded. "You're wearing that?" "What's wrong with this?" She looked down at herself and the dress she was wearing. It was short and pink, with ruffles of white lace around the waist. "Nothing." I shrugged. "You have to really get your nipples hard though." Wren was a boy, but such a pretty one that I figured God had just made a mistake giving her a penis and balls. Or maybe He'd done it on purpose, who could say what God might be up to? She was fourteen and tall, just about five foot even with fair skin, sort of a warm toffee color. Wren's eyes were dark, like rich coffee and bright despite that, reflecting the soft glow of the lamps in my bedroom. She didn't have much of a body yet, her chest was flat but for her puffy nipples from taking hormones, and her hips were soft with a little babyfat maybe, but she didn't have a waist or anything. A nice butt though, really nice and skinny legs like all fourteen year olds have. Straight black hair to her shoulders and that pretty face, a pert little nose and a soft mouth with pouting lips. She would be very beautiful when she got older and the girl knew it. That's why we didn't really get along that well, because I knew I was beautiful already. It could be that having two bedroom negras in the one house wasn't a good idea either. I mean Wren did belong to Miss Corinne and I was Mr. Reiser's, of course, but neither of us were much for sharing our owners' attentions and it was fun to try and get that attention. I enjoyed it a lot when Miss Corinne would compliment and touch me, kiss me occasionally and even bring me to her bed. She was very much like a man in that way, preferring to use a strap-on dildo and take me from behind, and she always fucked me so nicely. Wren could hardly disagree with that aloud and most often her Mistress would have the girl watch, as sort of a punishment, I thought. Wren didn't like it at all and afterwards she'd go out of her way to seduce Mr. Reiser and find a way into my Master's bed, urging him to make me watch them fuck, naturally, and I wouldn't complain, but do as my owner told me. It was a game, I suppose, and one neither of us would ever finish nor win, but it kept us apart and most often we avoided each other when we could. I think our owners were aware of it and most likely they found it amusing and not a little useful, as it did keep Wren and I very busy trying to look and act our best. "What's wrong with my nipples?" Wren frowned and brushed her fingers over her chest. The dress was very thin and tight around her body and should have revealed the girl's nipples, but Wren's were always small and soft, despite being puffy. "Nothing. Except it's like you don't have any." I teased and I was just wearing my underwear as I put on my makeup. My Master was taking me out tonight, to the Owner's Club for dinner and fun. "I can't help it, they don't stay hard." Wren shrugged at me. "I pinched them and stuff, you know, but then they just get soft again." "Heh." I grinned at her reflection. "Sucks to be you, I guess." "Oh, shut-up." She stuck out her tongue at me. "I'm gonna get tits pretty soon anyway, my Mistress said so. Big ones too, bigger than yours." "You are not." I laughed, putting on a little eyeliner. "They won't do it until you're sixteen." "How do you know?" She asked. "How do I know?" I put my pencil down. "Duh! Why do you think I had to wait?" "Cause you weren't even a slave, duh!" She mimicked me. "Mistress can do whatever she wants with me." "She can't do that." I said. "They have to wait til you grow some more." "Why?" "Cause otherwise you're tits will look funny." I stood up and went to my closet. "Nobody likes funny looking tits." "You think I look bad?" Wren asked me a moment later and she was worried about her boobs now, just like I wanted her to be. "The top does." I nodded. I'd taken off my bra and was putting on a lavender blouse, thin and loose like a sleeveless halter made of silk. My proud nipples were sticking out sweetly and I made a point of making sure Wren saw them. "You think it's the pills?" Wren wondered and she frowned at my tits. "Does your dick get hard?" "All the time." She nodded and I laughed. "It ain't the pills then." I told her, pushing my panties down and my own little girl cock was semi-hard, just because it loved getting dressed up. "What should I do then?" Wren sat down on my bed, watching me as I stepped into a black leather mini-skirt. My Master wanted me to dress slutty tonight. "I dunno." I shrugged, looking down as I buttoned my skirt and zipped it up. "Get them pierced, that might help." "What? My nipples?" "Yeah." I nodded. "Get like posts or whatever, or I don't know, not rings though. Something that will make them look bigger." "I'd have to ask Mistress." "Don't ask!" I giggled, looking for some lavender shoes cause I knew I had some. "Just do it! Surprise her." "What if she doesn't like it though?" Wren worried. "So, take them out then. It isn't like you have to keep them in forever or anything." I frowned and turned my head. "Did you take my shoes?" "No." Wren looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would I take..." "Found them." I cut her off and Wren had pretty small feet, but I didn't trust her either. "See?" Wren wrinkled her nose. "You're always blaming me all the time." "Yeah." I agreed, because it was true and I didn't care. I sat down and started putting on my shoes. "Are you ready to go, Wren?" Our Master's voice sounded from the open doorway and I had to think about that for a second before it registered. "Yes sir." Wren giggled for him, putting on her best bedroom negra act as she stretched briefly, giving the man a pose. "Master?" I looked at him, still bent over as I buckled one of the thin straps around my left ankle. "Didn't Wren tell you?" Mr. Reiser looked at me and then at Wren. "Sorry, I forgot." Wren said sweetly and she was giving me a look so I'd know she hadn't forgotten at all. "What?" I asked her, but it was Mr. Reiser who answered. "Cory wanted to switch tonight, so you're going with her to the Sable Society." My Master told me, somewhat apologetically, but not really. "Oh." I swallowed hard and nodded, dropping my eyes and pretending like I was busy with my shoe. "I'm taking Wren with me." He added unnecessarily. "Let's go, girl." "Yes sir." Wren agreed happily and she wiggled her fingers at me. "Have fun, Dani. Watch your balls!" Of course I knew my Master would fuck her and Miss Corinne would probably fuck me too, so neither of us were really getting any kind of advantage, but Wren had enjoyed watching me find out at the last minute. She was such a little bitch! I wondered if my outfit would be okay for Miss Corinne now and I figured she'd probably want me to change. I'd been to the Sable Society a few times before and it was much like the Owner's Club, except most of the women brought boys with them, the bedroom bucks who kept their mistresses satisfied. There were a few lesbians however and they had their place, their own rules and pleasures, and Miss Corinne was a part of their small circle simply because she liked her boys to look like girls. "Mistress?" I knocked on her bedroom door, even though it was open. She was dressing and very nearly finished, wearing cream colored riding breeches and a white blouse tucked into the narrow waist. Miss Corinne had her auburn hair pinned up and wore very little makeup and she'd taped her breasts down, I realized, using a soft elastic wrap to pull her smallish tits flat against her chest. She'd be wearing a strap-on, I knew, a life-like phallus that was stiff enough to fuck me with and wonderfully flexible as well. It wasn't so large as some of her toys, for our Mistress had a great many, but it was easily her favorite and she wore it often. She very much enjoyed being a man. "Danielle." She smiled at me and I returned it with genuine affection. "Am I dressed alright, ma'am?" I asked her, turning slightly on my hips so she could get a good look at me. "Are you wearing panties?" She wondered, pulling on a pair gleaming black riding boots, the leather coming very nearly up to her knees. "No ma'am." I shook my head. "Put on a thong." She told me, "We'll leave soon." "Yes Mistress." I nodded and I knew what she liked. I pulled on a black thong that was very small and even if I'd been a real girl it would have covered very little of my sex. As it was the triangular bit of silk was just enough to hold my girl cock as I pushed it down, forming a thin pouch of sorts. The bottom and back was very narrow and I adjusted my testicles so that it split my balls, my testes spilling out to the left and right in my hairless scrotum. I pulled the thong tight across my anus and between my firm brown cheeks, then waist high and arching over my hips. I was putting my skirt back on when Miss Corinne found me and she was smiling, telling me to bend over so she could see how those tiny panties were riding. "Hmmm...Perfect." The woman sighed happily, playing with my balls for a moment, giving each of them a gentle tug so they would hang down as far as possible. "Mmmm...Mistress..." I gasped and wriggled my ass just for her. "Heh. Pull your skirt back down before I fuck you." Miss Corinne laughed. "We'll never get out of here and we're already late." "Yes ma'am." I straightened myself up, smoothing my skirt into place and my little penis throbbed in its trap. We rode together in the back of her Lexus, Jericho playing the chauffer for us. Unlike the Owner's Club, which was set on a plantation near the river, the Sable Society occupied the top floors of a modern high rise in downtown Memphis, a city not known for its skyline, and so it must have been a rather valuable investment. The ground floor held exclusive boutiques and shops selling jewelry and designer clothing from Italy and Japan and even occupied Paris. Above that there were offices, a publishing company among other things, and perhaps a few apartments higher up, and finally the Sable Society holding the top three floors and the roof, of course. Jericho would wait with the car and our entry was through a private elevator that had only two stops, the ground floor and the Sable Society. There were no buttons inside, although there was a smoky panel with a touch screen where you might expect to find one. There was only an old fashioned lever and an attractive slave, an older black man in red livery to operate it. He greeted Miss Corinne politely and ignored me completely except to scan my arm and register me as a guest as that panel lit up with my information displayed. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Are you going to have her castrated?" An older woman named Rebecca was asking my Mistress. "You really should, it would make her so much prettier." We were in a comfortable lounge, part an area called the Sapphos Retreat, which was large with a number of rooms and resplendent with Grecian architecture and furnishings. There weren't a great many lesbians, but there were a lot of bisexual members, from what I'd heard, and so the Society had appointed a large portion of its second floor to that particular taste. Unlike male homosexuality, the women here enjoyed a lot more tolerance when it came to loving each other. "Oh, not this one." Miss Corinne smiled and she was drinking whiskey while I knelt on the marble tiles and mouthed her strap-on. "I castrate all my niggers." Another woman said. Her name was Amanda and she was young and beautiful, hardly any older than I was. I'd been surprised at how many of the owners here were younger. The Owner's Club had a lot of men in their forties and fifties, and even older than that, since it did take some measure of wealth to join. I guessed a lot of those men had trophy wives, like Amanda plainly was, and she made no secret of the fact that she'd married her husband only for his money, a fact most of the women found amusing, at least the ones in this room. "Well, this one isn't mine." Miss Corinne sighed. "She's my husband's toy and he does enjoy a little cream with his coffee." "Husband's should be castrated too." A third woman decided with a drunken giggle. She looked like a man, in fact most of these women did, the real lesbians, and their negras were mostly extremely beautiful and submissive. They were called femmes and that was what my Mistress called me, although I was the only girl there with a penis and testicles. "Oh be nice, Vicky." Rebecca cautioned her friend gently. "We're in mixed company tonight." "You can castrate my husband." Amanda giggled, brushing a lock of long blonde hair from her blue eyes. "You would be doing me a favor, believe me." The woman laughed at that and I just moved my mouth up and down that life-like phallus my Mistress sported through the opening in her trousers. It didn't do much for me and I'm not sure exactly what Miss Corinne felt from it, but I knew a portion of that cock was embedded inside her cunt, the base designed to give her some stimulation when she fucked with it. Mostly she just liked to watch me sucking her off, I think, imagining that her penis was real and of course Miss Corinne liked to show me off as well. The way I knelt pulled the back of my short skirt halfway up my ass and exposed my hairless balls to anyone who cared to look. They were well adjusted too, my Mistress had seen to that, pulling them into place astride my thong so they hung down nicely and some of the other women actually admired them, commenting on how sexy it was, but others had no use at all for testicles. "You're still doing the other one, though, right?" Rebecca asked Miss Corinne. "What was her name?" "Wren." My Mistress nodded. "Yes, I'm going to castrate her this Thursday." I almost lifted my head at that news, since this was the first I'd heard of it. I didn't know if Wren knew about it or not, but I suspected the little sissy had no idea. I'd like to say I felt a little bad about it, just because I knew if my Master had wanted to castrate me I'd have been a pretty upset probably. I liked my balls a lot and I was reasonably sure Wren liked hers, but it was going to be kind of funny to see the look on her face when she found out, I thought. "That'll be nice." Vicky nodded. "She'll be so much more..." "Feminine?" Rebecca chuckled. "Yeah." Mistress Corinne stroked my hair. "Wren is a little too feisty for her own good. I have it in mind to cool her blood a little." "That'll do it." Rebecca agreed. "Although I'm not sure what use a castrated bedroom buck would be." "Heh." Vicky grinned. "Long as she's got a hole, who cares how enthusiastic she is?" "Unless you want her to go down on you." Amanda said. "She'll go down on this." Miss Corinne chuckled, lifting my head from her penis so her friends could see it. "Speaking of going down..." Amanda giggled, "...How are you feeling, Tate?" "Get on your knees and find out, slut." The negra sitting next to Amanda grinned at her mistress and she was the dyke in their relationship. I blinked at the slave's words and I couldn't imagine talking to one of my owners that way, but clearly Amanda liked it and the other women didn't even seem to notice. Tate was a woman, but she looked like a man until she unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants, exposing her female sex. Tate had a lot of pubic hair too, thick and black and I watched as the beautiful blonde trophy wife slipped to the floor in front of her negra and allowed the slave to pull her mouth hard against that black cunt. "Go get some of that." Miss Corinne told me, giving me a little push and I looked at her, not understanding what she meant. "Go on, I want to see you eat some white pussy. Amanda won't mind." I licked my lips and nodded, but I had no desire to lick anyone's pussy. The idea seemed sort of revolting to me, really, and I'd never been interested in other girls at all. It made me feel...gay. I did as my Mistress told me, however. I wouldn't dream of refusing the woman anything and so I found myself on my hands and knees behind Amanda, lifting the hem of her blue gown and pulling down her white lace panties. "Hmmm...Blacked at both ends, some girls have all the luck." Rebecca laughed. I pushed Amanda's smooth white thighs apart slightly and she made no protest at all, opening her legs willingly while she tongue fucked the black pussy in front of her noisily. I found the blonde hot and pink, her pussy already wet with juices spilling from her swollen labia as soon as I touched them with my tongue. I wasn't really good at cunnilingus, I knew that, but I'd had a lot of practice with analingus and the concept is basically the same. I had a strong tongue anyway, put it that way, and I put it to good use, ignoring my distaste for what I was doing and just closing my eyes. Less than a minute after I started eating Amanda's pussy I felt my Mistress behind me and that had been Miss Corinne's real intention all along, just to get me down on the floor so she could fuck me. I sighed happily as I felt her pulling my thong aside, exposing my anus to her big dildo and I was ready for it. I'd lubricated myself after my bath thinking I'd be fucking my Master this evening, but this was almost as good. I drew Amanda's rubbery pussy lips into my mouth, sucking and chewing on them gently as Miss Corinne pushed the head of her cock inside me, splitting my brown sphincter and opening me up slowly. "Mmmm...Danielle, suck that white cunt...Here it comes now..." My Mistress had the tip inside me and she took me by the hips, drawing a deep breath and then letting it out as the woman thrust into me hard, shoving that cock eight inches deep all at once. My face was suddenly pressed against Amanda's sex and my asshole burned as the muscles were forced rudely apart, stretched painfully with little warning. "Mmmphhh..." I moaned and the white mistress I was sucking rolled her pert round ass, reaching back with her right hand to grab my head and hold me against her while she came. I could hear Amanda's muffled moans joining mine as her negra dyke held the woman's mouth against her cunt. It seemed Tate was cumming as well and she was urging her mistress to get her tongue deeper, to fuck that black slave pussy with her high society mouth. My own mouth was being filled with Amanda's juices by then, her orgasm was potent and much stronger than what I'd been tasting a moment before. It was sharp and sour, making my tongue curl and all I could think of was how much better sperm was. I enjoyed having my ass fucked by my Mistress though, that was feeling super good as she knew how to do it right, taking long strokes and even pulling the dildo completely out of me for a heartbeat before stabbing back inside my gaping anus. Sucking pussy though, I just didn't like it at all and all those girl juices flooding my mouth and soaking my cheeks and chin and even my nose, it felt dirty almost. I wasn't ever going to be a lesbian, I knew that, but unfortunately my Mistress was and so... "Over here now..." Rebecca had spread her legs and she was slapping her dark haired pussy like she was calling a dog to dinner. "..Come on sissy, I want some tongue too." "You heard her, Dani." My Mistress giggled and this was very much like my other visits to the Sable Society. Miss Corinne was holding my long black hair like the reins of a horse, tugging my head back and around so I'd crawl over to the other mistress and suck Rebecca's cunt while she sat with her bedroom negra, stroking the girl's exposed tits and kissing her. I didn't know the slave's name, but she was black as coal and looked like an African princess, with a lot of gold jewelry and yellow silk harem pants, or something, like oversized pajamas sort of. It was a sexy outfit, like something out of the Arabian Nights maybe, and that girl was a total lesbian sucking Rebecca's tongue like she was dying for it and squeezing her owner's tits hard. "There you go...Mmmm...More pussy for Dani..." Miss Corinne was teasing me and she'd ridden me with her dildo in my ass across the floor. "...Am I spoiling you, dear?" "No Mistress." I said seriously and that made her laugh as my Mistress pushed my face between Rebecca's thighs. "No, I don't suppose I am." Miss Corinne clucked her tongue and went back to fucking me hard while I went to work bringing Rebecca the orgasm she wanted. Around us nearly all the women were engaged in some sort of sex and it was something I might have expected to see at the Owner's Club. Men were always accused of being single-minded when it came to sex, but they were nothing compared to the women who belonged to the Sable Society. I'd seen plenty of boys sucking their Master's cocks, a few being fucked every now and again, but it was always done with a sense of restraint. The women here took their sex with almost reckless abandon, some of them loud and almost brutal with their vulgar language. Another girl, a young white woman barely sixteen or seventeen years old, had taken my place behind Amanda and she was fingering the blonde eagerly while tonguing the woman's asshole. She was probably the daughter of some wealthy slave owner, or the guest of an older friend or Aunt perhaps, and I'd noticed that too. Unlike the Owner's Club, the Sable Society didn't seem to have any restrictions on age and there were a number of teenage girls, white girls, in attendance. At my Master's club a man needed to be eighteen to get inside, not so here and a lot of those girls enjoyed the Sapphos Retreat and the company of older white women especially. I was hardly aware of the orgy going on around me though, as my Mistress was fucking me hard in the ass while Rebecca's slave had taken it upon herself to make sure I licked the woman's cunt properly. The black girl held my head and pulled at my hair, moving my mouth up and down the way she wanted, whispering in my ear to lick or nibble or suck at Rebecca's juicy pussy. I'd suck the woman's clit for awhile and then be pushed down so I could chew Rebecca's ruddy labia, which were very long and fat. "Let me taste." The slave girl finally said, jerking my head upward and I suddenly found her small tongue in my mouth. She kissed me for a minute and then Rebecca leaned forward so that I could kiss her as well. By that time Miss Corinne was getting a little tired of fucking me, or perhaps bored with it and she pulled her dildo out of my ass and turned me around so I could suck it clean for her. Rebecca, or perhaps her harem slave girl, I wasn't sure, decided to play with my balls then as they were hanging free now in front of the two women. "Oh, they're soft." Rebecca giggled and so it was her fist I felt wrapped around my testicles. I jerked as the woman squeezed harder, wanting to lift my head and look back over my shoulder, but Miss Corinne held me firmly. "Shhh...You don't need to look...Keep sucking, Dani..." She pushed me down so that I choked slightly and then finally opened my throat so I could take all of that dildo inside my mouth. With my face impaled on that cock, Rebecca decided to give my balls a real squeeze and I went stiff and then jumped, my knees coming off the floor when a lightning bolt of pain shot through the bottom of my belly. I tried to pull back, to get my mouth off that cock as I felt my balls being crushed in the woman's hand. It made me nauseas and light headed, and I gasped and retched when my Mistress finally released my head about the same time Rebecca let go of my testicles. "Oh dear." Rebecca giggled. "I hope I didn't hurt her." I was still on my knees, but hunched over with my hands between my legs as if I might protect myself. It had hurt a lot and I was panting for air on the cold marble floor. This had happened to me before as well during my previous visits and while I knew Miss Corinne wouldn't let any of those women really hurt me, there were some of them who liked to see a boy in pain, even a boy who was really a girl like me. It was what Wren's happy little warning to watch my balls had been about. "Come here, you'll be okay." My Mistress was coaxing me to move, to join her on a small sofa, a love seat really. "She squeezed me hard, Mistress." I told her once we were sitting down and the pain was slowly going away. "I know, she shouldn't have done that." Miss Corinne nodded. "Have a drink; it'll make you feel better." She waved for one of the waiters and there were always a number of moving about the rooms. I had a champagne cocktail, draining the glass quickly and taking another before the man could move on. It did make me feel better and Miss Corinne was stroking my face and hair, kissing me tenderly and apologizing for my rough treatment at the hands of Rebecca and her slave. "You're so beautiful, I think they're just jealous." My Mistress laughed lightly and I gave her a doubtful look. "Oh, don't be mad, Danielle. Your pretty balls are fine." "I'm not mad, Mistress." I told her. "I'm just..." "What?" She kissed my cheek. "I'm not a lesbian." I shrugged. Miss Corinne really laughed at that and turned my face so she could kiss me deeply and that was good for me because with my eyes closed I couldn't tell she wasn't a man. I kissed her back, gently at first and then yielding as the woman kissed me harder, bringing her hand to crotch and rubbing my penis through the small thong which was trying to contain it. My balls felt much better then and my girl cock was growing stiff beneath Miss Corinne's deft fingers. I moaned into her mouth and I found her cock with my hand, stroking it as if it were a real penis, and my Mistress must have felt something of that because it brought a deep throated groan and she moved her hips to increase the pressure. It was nice kissing like that, playing with each other's cocks and I was oblivious to the women fucking all around us. The room was filled with the sounds of oral sex, the wet noises of sucking lips and urgent swallows as mouths filled with tangy juices. There was a chorus of moans and sighs and the soft slapping of flesh on flesh as female bodies moved together, making love the way women do, with every part of themselves. None of that meant very much to me as my Mistress was intent on repaying me for my unhappy efforts at playing lesbian for her friends. "Let me make you special." Miss Corinne giggled and licked her lips and I swallowed thickly as she went down on me finally, leaning over to release my hard little penis and take me into her warm wet mouth. "Ummm...Thank you, Mistress..." I nodded, closing my eyes and smiling at how this beautiful woman could suck my cock like a man, she was so good at it. End of chapter 24