Story: The Bonuses, Part 13

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Reagan and Alexia sat at the table with Mr Riggs, blushing.  Reagan’s clitoris was throbbing from the painful clamp attached to it, and she knew Alexia must be feeling the same.  Both clamps were attached to leashes, and the handles of those leashes were looped over Mr Riggs’ erect cock, hidden beneath the tablecloth. 

Reagan opened her mouth to ask a question – but before she could, Bunny arrived at the table, bearing a plate, which she placed before Mr Riggs on the table. 

“Enjoy,” she said, smiling, and retreated. 

The plate was full of small pieces of ham and other meats, plus some cheeses and dried fruits. 

Mr Riggs picked up a piece of ham, placed it on his palm, and extended it towards Reagan. 

“Open your mouth, Kisses,” he said. 

Reagan obediently opened her mouth, and Mr Riggs placed the ham on her tongue.  Reagan waited, mouth open, tongue out. 

Mr Riggs snapped his fingers, and said, “Good girls swallow.” 

Reagan immediately closed her mouth and swallowed the ham.  Remembering to wait for the command, and obeying it, had made her glow with satisfaction.  She knew she truly was a good girl, and Mr Riggs’ acknowledging smile confirmed it. 

And then a moment later Mr Riggs’ cock twitched, pulling on their clit leashes, and both girls squeaked in pain. 

When the pain had subsided, Alexia was looking at Reagan with a kind of envy. 

“Kisses hasn’t told you about this training, Cuddles?” asked Mr Riggs.  “It’s really quite simple – although I don’t mean to disparage the excellent obedience Kisses has just shown by saying that.  Good girls understand that their mouth belongs to their Master, and that it does what their Master tells it to do.  So Kisses here understands that she doesn’t control what gets put in her mouth, and she simply admits anything that I want to place there.” 

He picked up a dried apricot from the plate.  “Open up, Cuddles,” he said, and Alexia immediately opened her mouth wide. 

But instead of putting the apricot on her tongue, Mr Riggs instead pushed two of his fingers into her mouth, pushing down on her tongue, exploring the inside of her cheeks.  Alexia blushed, but kept her mouth open, offering no resistance. 

Finally, Mr Riggs withdrew his fingers, and then placed the apricot in his mouth. 

“When I snap my fingers, good girls swallow,” he said – and then snapped his fingers. 

Alexia immediately swallowed – and both girls were rewarded by another painful tug on their clits. 

Mr Riggs now looked back at Reagan. “Do you remember the other commands, Kisses?” he asked her. 

Reagan nodded eagerly. 

“Turn to face Cuddles,” he told her, and Reagan did so. 

Then Mr Riggs clapped his hands, once. 

Reagan stuck out her tongue and licked Alexia’s face – a long sloppy drag of her tongue from Alexia’s chin up to her nose. 

Alexia squealed, and giggled, and pulled away, trying to protect her face with her hands.  Reagan couldn’t help it, and burst into laughter herself.  Mr Riggs must have also enjoyed it, because his cock tugged on their clits again, but even the pain couldn’t suppress their giggles. 

“One clap is lick,” said Mr Riggs.  “Two claps is suck.  Good girls obey immediately, instinctively, without thinking.” 

“Yes, sir,” said Reagan, managing to get her giggles under control. 

Mr Riggs spent the next several minutes feeding the two girls little pieces of ham and cheese, making them wait for the command, and then snapping his fingers to allow them to swallow.  Sometimes instead of food he thrust his fingers into their mouths.  Twice, he reached beneath the table to swipe the end of his finger across the tip of his cock, and then in turn wiped the pre-cum he collected onto Reagan’s tongue, or Alexia’s tongue, which made them shiver with delight and desire. 

Then he had them reach down to their own pussies, and collect their arousal juices from their wet snatches, and then he had each girl feed her cunt nectar to the other, wiping her sex slime across her girlfriend’s tongue.  This drove them wild with desire – particularly when Mr Riggs clapped twice to indicate that one girl should suck on the other’s fingers.  Mr Riggs’ cock was practically dancing as he watched these displays, tugging repeatedly on the girls’ clits, and that just made them even wetter. 

Reagan became so horny that she almost forgot the question she had been going to ask.  What she wanted was for Mr Riggs to order her to fuck Alexia, right here and now, in front of him.  She wanted to lick Alexia’s fuckhole for her Master’s pleasure, and grind her pussy against her girlfriend’s face to please Mr Riggs’ cock. 

But Mr Riggs seemed intent only on teasing them. 

Finally, Mr Riggs pushed the plate of meats to one side, and motioned towards Bunny, on the far side of the room.  She nodded, and a minute later she came over bearing what was obviously a metal dog bowl, designed for pets.  The bowl was filled with a kind of bolognaise, with balls of unidentified meat floating in a tomato sauce. 

“Your main course, girls,” said Mr Riggs.  “Eat.  No hands, please.” 

“What is it?” asked Alexia. 

“Do either of you have any allergies?” asked Mr Riggs. 

“No,” said both girls at once. 

“Then it doesn’t matter what it is,” said Mr Riggs.  “Only that I am telling you to eat it.  It could be dog food, and I would still expect you to obey.  Be good little pets and have your dinner.” 

Both girls blushed, and leaned towards the bowl – and immediately bumped their heads. 

“Ow!” said Alexia – and giggled again. 

They tried again, this time more cautiously, and they found if they were cheek to cheek they could both kind of get their tongues into the bowl at the same time.  The sauce actually tasted very good, and Reagan was fairly sure the meatballs were pork, but it was awkward trying to actually get any into her mouth as she vied with Alexia for access to the bowl.  Their tongues met frequently, which was cute, but it didn’t help them any with eating. 

Then Reagan had an idea – one she suspected would please Mr Riggs. 

“Wait,” she said to her girlfriend.  “Straighten up.” 

Alexia withdrew from the bowl obediently. 

Reagan leaned down, and took a meatball and sauce into her mouth.  Then she straightened, leaned over, and kissed Alexia, pushing the food into her mouth. 

Mr Riggs saw what they were doing, and snapped his fingers.  Alexia swallowed on cue. 

Then it was Alexia’s turn to take a mouthful to feed to Reagan.  They could have just taken turns eating directly from the bowl, of course, but both girls wanted to please the man holding their clit leashes, and they knew that this would.  (And if they had any doubts, the tug on their clits every time they swallowed made Mr Riggs’ pleasure clear.) 

Mouthful by mouthful, they fed each other the bolognaise, until the dish was almost empty, and then they took turns leaning in to lick it clean. 

Like good little pets, thought Reagan. 

When they were done, they looked at Mr Riggs eagerly for approval.  Their mouths were messy, but they hadn’t been told to clean themselves up yet.  To Reagan, it felt like when Mr Riggs had smeared his cum across her face – a decoration, and one that it was Mr Riggs’ privilege to leave or remove. 

“Good girls,” said Mr Riggs, smiling broadly, and his cock tugged on their clits yet again.  He passed them a pair of napkins.  “You may clean yourself up.” 

The girls gratefully wiped their faces clean. 

And Reagan decided that now was the time. 

“Sir,” she said, “may I ask a question?” 

Mr Riggs instantly looked guarded, cautious.  He was not expecting a question, and did not know what Reagan intended to ask. 

He clearly considered saying that no, she was *not* allowed to ask – but for whatever reason, he changed his mind. 

“You may,” he said, slowly.  “Go ahead.” 

“Sir,” said Reagan, “is it true you own a third of this club?” 

Mr Riggs drew in a long breath.  He was silent, considering how to answer. 

Then he said, “Yes.  In fact, it’s more like two-fifths.” 

Reagan had so many questions, and they all came out at once.  “How?  I mean… why?  And why didn’t you tell me?  You’re on a guidance counsellor’s salary, sir, how do you…” 

Mr Riggs reached under the table and tugged on Reagan’s clit leash sharply.  Reagan squealed, and went silent.  She slumped her body slightly to push her groin closer to Mr Riggs to avoid further tugs on her sensitive clitoris. 

Alexia was viewing all this with mouth open.  She had had no idea of what Reagan was about to ask. 

“Kisses…” began Mr Riggs.  “No – Reagan.  Yes, I own a large share of this club.  And no, I didn’t tell you.  I didn’t consider that my business dealings were any of your business – and for that matter, I still don’t.  However, I may have judged that poorly, if it meant that you thought you were submitting to someone of less influence than I actually am.  You deserved to know the power imbalance you were dealing with.”

Reagan swallowed, not sure what to say. 

“The fact is that I am quite wealthy, Reagan,” said Mr Riggs.  “No billionaire, certainly, but more than rich enough to buy and sell the school you attend.  If you had known that, when we began, would it have changed whether you chose to submit to me?” 

Reagan thought about it.  She wanted to say no, to say that nothing had changed.  But she still yearned to submit to Mr Riggs – and she knew that true submission required honesty. 

So she said, quietly, “Yes.” 

Mr Riggs looked as though he had been struck.  “It would?” he said.  His face was pale – he hadn’t expected this answer. 

“Yes,” said Reagan.  “Because my family used to be rich – but when we started this, we had lost most of our money.  And…” 

She could feel a tear in the corner of her eye.  She didn’t dare remove it.  Like Mr Riggs’ cum, it wasn’t hers to remove. 

“And I wouldn’t have wanted you to think I wanted you to spend money on me,” she said.  “And when you did spend money on me… I wanted to believe it mattered.  That it cost you, to make me do things, and you wanted to pay that cost.” 

Mr Riggs looked at her, as the tear ran down her cheek.  Then he lifted the leash-handles off his cock, and tucked his cock back into his pants.  He placed the leash-handles on the seat beside him, with a cushion weighting them down, and then he rose and went to kneel beside Reagan’s seat. 

“Reagan,” he said, “it’s true that the money I spent on your bonuses wasn’t a great loss to me.  But the truth is that I would pay a very great deal – even by my standards – to have your submission.  And more than that, I would pay a very great deal to make *you* happy – and I think that submitting to me *has* made you happy, hasn’t it?” 

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.  It had. 

He reached out and carefully, tenderly, wiped her tear away with one thumb.  “Reagan, if I choose to spend money on you, it is because I want to, and because it brings me pleasure.  And the reason you submit to me is because you know I am in control.  You won’t – can’t – make me do anything I don’t want to do.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir,” said Reagan. 

“Good girl,” said Mr Riggs.  “And do you want to continue what we have here?  Do you want to keep submitting to me?” 

“Yes, sir,” breathed Reagan.  “Oh, so much.” 

And with that, Mr Riggs leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed back eagerly, lustfully, filled with love and wonder.  And when he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and clapped twice, she sucked on it obediently, blushing with happiness, until he withdrew it again. 

As the kiss ended, Reagan said, “But sir – where does the money come from?” 

Mr Riggs rose, and returned to his seat.  He took the leashes back in his hand, giving a little tug to ensure they were still connected.  (They were, and the girls winced.) 

“Cuddles,” he said.  “Your girlfriend needs a kiss.  Attend to her.” 

Alexia obediently leaned over and kissed Reagan on the lips, and Reagan kissed her back. 

“If I tell you this, it is to be strictly between us – do you understand, girls?” he said. 

Both girls nodded obediently. 

“In the course of my work as a guidance counsellor, I sometimes come across girls who are… lost,” said Mr Riggs.  “Girls who are pretty, but sometimes a little dim, or ill-suited for any traditional employment.  Girls who are natural submissives, who would be delighted to spend their lives in service to some rich man as homemaker, wife, mother and sex-toy.  When I encounter such girls, I give them some guidance – and some training.  I teach them how to submit, how to serve, how to be good little submissive fuckdolls.  And then I find them a buyer – someone who would like to own them – and I send the girl to him, and receive a hefty payment in return.  It’s very lucrative work.” 

Reagan felt her skin crawl.  “Is that… what you’re doing to me?” she asked.  “Training me for someone else?”   Would Mr Riggs some day sell her to some man, to be his wife and breeder and sextoy? 

And if he did, would Reagan obey? 

She thought she very well might.  For him, she would allow herself to be property.  Allow herself to be sold… 

But Mr Riggs laughed.  “No, Kisses,” he said.  “You – and for that matter Alexia – are a very *personal* project.  I intend to keep you for myself, if you will let me.” 

“Yes,” breathed Reagan eagerly. 

And, “Yes,” echoed Alexia, just as eager. 

“Good girls,” said Mr Riggs.  “Well, you’ve asked a very brave question, Kisses, and now you must give me something in return.” 

“Anything,” whispered Reagan. 

Mr Riggs shook his head.  “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Kisses.  Even very good girls have limits.  But I think you can survive this.  What I want is to hurt you, girls.  I can be a very kind man, but it’s also the truth that hurting pretty girls is something I enjoy doing, and I want to hurt you right now.” 

Reagan wiggled nervously.  “How, sir?” 

“I’m going to pull off your clamps,” said Mr Riggs.  “I’m going to pull hard on the leashes, and pull the clamps off.  It will feel like your clit is being ripped off – but it won’t be, it will be perfectly safe, just in pain.  And then the blood will rush back into your clit, and that will hurt much, much more.  I’m going to watch your face, and the pain in your expression will be very hot for me, do you understand?” 

Alexia whimpered, and Reagan fought the urge to bring her knees together defensively. 

“Yes, sir,” said Reagan quietly. 

“Yes, sir,” said Alexia. 

“And here’s what you’re going to do to show me that you’re good girls,” said Mr Riggs.  “You are not going to make a sound.  No squeak, no scream, no moan.  You’re going to endure the pain in silence.  Don’t hide from it – I want to see you experiencing hurt, because that arouses me.  But you’re going to just as silent as if you were gagged – or maybe more so.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” chorused both girls. 

“And when it is done, you are going to say one thing, and you are going to say it promptly, and you are going to *mean it*,” said Mr Riggs.  “What you are going to say is, ‘Thank you, sir, I love you.’  Do you understand, girls?” 

“Yes, sir,” they answered. 

“Good girls,” he said.  “Spread your legs nice and wide.” 

They did.  Reagan’s hand reached out under the table, and found Alexia’s, and she held it tightly. 

Mr Riggs smiled at them – and then jerked on the leashes, hard. 

Reagan felt her world turn black for a minute as the clamp was yanked off her clit.  She felt Alexia squeeze her hand so hard she thought it might break. 

And then – as promised – it got worse.  The blood rushed back into her clit and it was like her poor clitoris was being stabbed with a thousand pins, all at once.   

She felt her mouth open, and she had to jam her spare fist into it to keep herself quiet.  It hurt so much.  It hurt so bad. 

And yet her pain was pleasing Mr Riggs’ cock – and that made her as happy as she could be.  She felt special and privileged that the pain in her clit could bring such pleasure to the man she served. 

She swallowed, and breathed in through her nose.   

And then she pulled her fist out of her mouth, and focused her watering eyes on Mr Riggs, and she said, in a clear voice loud enough to be heard from the next table: 

“Thank you sir.  I love you.” 

And she meant it with every part of her being. 

And beside her she heard her girlfriend Alexia saying the same words. 

And Mr Riggs’ wide, delighted smile was all the reward she needed.

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