The Mistress Tests (part 2)

She lays on the bed. Slicked, naked, glistening.
"You're not done." I nod. "Rope comes off."
I strip off once more, naked as her. Naked as purity.
I begin at her shoulders, kneeling next to her, my leg pressed against her warm body. I rub her shoulders, feeling the joints and bones and muscles as they slide under my fingers. Every breath makes her shoulders and back expand and contract in a way where I feel blessed to know her body so intimately.
As I move down her back, I shift, making the bold move to straddle her lower back, my ass resting against hers. Every shift feels epic. Every movement of skin on skin feels like the world tilting. Every muscle flex feels like a change in the tides.
"I can feel your cunt dripping onto my back." She says. I pause, my hands going from soft extensions of my will to stiff indications of my fear. I open my mouth to choke out an apology, but instead I feel her smile and laugh slightly and I relax again.
I slide down, my hands moving to her lower back, and my legs sliding onto the back of one of her cream colored thighs. I shift to press into her back and I feel her thigh left up between my legs. I pause, letting a soft sigh escape.
I struggle not to push down until she moves her leg farther up. I shift my hips down, pressing my open, dripping cunt into the back of her leg.
"Good girl."
I nod, unable to speak as I begin to rock my hips, feeling the pressure on my clit with nothing but pure desperation.
"Keep massaging." I nod, my hands becoming more fierce on her muscles as I rock my hips, fucking the back of her leg like any pet. I grind, cunt dripping down the sides of her thighs. My hips buck as my hands remain as steady as I can make them. My fingers grip the muscles of her lower back, working out knots as if it will free mine as well.
I whimper, and with the tiniest voice I possess I ask her if I may please, please cum. I beg over and over and over, but she doesn't respond. I whimper, grinding and begging at the same time.
Finally she opens her mouth and I stare, waiting for words.
"No." I nod, taking a deep breath. She shifts and point to the pink double-headed dildo sitting near us on the bed. "Present it to me."
I nod, crawling over, picking it up and crawling in front of her. I open my hands, resting on my knees, offering it up to her as gleefully as I offer myself.
She takes it and points one side to me. "Suck it. Make it as wet as your sad little cunt."
I nod, eagerly opening my mouth and receiving the pink plastic, sucking eagerly. I want to show her how much I want to be good. I lap at it, making it slicked and wet. And I watch as only inches from my mouth she slides it inside her, following with a harness. I chew on my bottom lip nervously.
She asks if I am thinking about our missing third. I nod. She asks if I am wishing her was here. I nod again. I am less afraid when he is here. I find comfort in his warmth.
She points to the phone on the bed and and I crawl over, picking it up and presenting it to her, my eyes continually falling to the cock she wears. The cock I want inside me.
She says that he is also wishing he were with us, and he is just as ready with a plug in his ass - and I can only hope to be so lucky. I watch as she write a text, taking her time with me waiting.
"Suck." And I do. My mouth winds its way over her cock, and I eagerly choke myself on its length. My tongue finds the head and begins to lap as she allows me some relief. "Fuck yourself."
I nod and as I bob up and down on her firm, swollen cock, I push two fingers inside my eager pussy. I am soaking, waiting.
"Put in a third finger." I nod, looking up at her as her cock rests and bobs in my mouth. I fuck myself harder, pumping my hips and tensing my cunt.
"Four." I nod, wincing a little, tightening my mouth around her cock. But I cannot resist, and I would never want to. I want to be filled.
"Five." I nod again, angling down to push in my thumb, letting it pound inside me, forcing more and more into my cunt.
"Stop." I whimper as she pulls her cock from my mouth. I want more. I want to cum. I ache. She points to my hand and I dutifully begin to lick it clean. It is wet with juices and oils and sweat and I run my tongue over every finger, sucking them clean.
"Get on the bed." I lay back and close my eyes as I feel her tie my hands back and away from my wanting hole. She pushes a vibrator inside me, with one side still pressing my clit. I wait as she slowly crawl off the bed. The time feels cruelly slow. She is painfully calm as she stands and pours herself another glass of wine. I am speeding along painfully, my heart pumping, my blood coursing, my mind whirling. She stands there in pure glory, wine in hand, pink cock hard and ready to destroy me. Should I be so lucky. She picks up the phone again and sends another message. Another long, long moment I wait.
I see her pick up what I can only assume to be a remote control and press the vibrator on and I am off again in a torrent of vibrations and stimulation and want to cum.
She finally walks over, slowly. I am trying to arch up but against nothing, it does me little good to exert such energy. I am trying not to cry out, I am trying not to cry.
She comes closer, crawling on the bed in a serpentine glide.
"Beg me."
"Please fuck me, please God Mistress please." I string together more religious words, more pleading, and more whimpering in a nonsensical stream of consciousness. I feel her between my legs, holding the tip of her cock there and it takes everything not to simply scream.
I whisper once more, "please" and she relents, forcing her cock deep inside me. And I scream. I fuck her back as she fucks me. I want to give her everything as she pounds inside me. She owns my cunt. My wet, dripping pussy is hers. She holds her hips and I simply buck against her. I do not whimper or cry or scream, only beg. I beg to cum. I beg for release. I beg for more and more.
She picks up the phone and I hear his gasps, his dripping southern begging matching mine. She tells us both to cum and I relent, screaming and pulsing around her cock. I am so wound up I almost break as I cum. My body feels ripped apart. My cunt feels spent and used.
And I feel owned.