It was in her eyes. The moment I first saw her, I knew she would be our obedient new Subi. I knew that, besides me – her Master – she would also please the Mistress. And I knew it wouldn’t stop at just being a “new Subi.” She would have to wait a little longer, though, to be called a bitch, a female, a slut, or a cunt.

She sat quietly in the car, watching in silence as I drove her somewhere. It was dark, and the subtle interior lighting cast beautiful shadows across her body—a prelude to a perverse experience. I told her, “The Mistress will like you. You will be our passionate, sensual, and obedient toy.” She nodded.

I placed my hand on her thigh and continued, “You have a unique, long-term place in our lives. We only want one toy like you. You belong solely to us. You will receive as much attention as you need, and in return, you will gratefully serve us in whatever way we desire.” Again, she simply nodded in silence.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

… new Subi

A few minutes later, she entered the house, and her gaze met the Mistress’s. That was when I knew she was ours.

I took her by the hand and led her over to the lady standing in the middle of the living room. “I’m going to introduce you to the lady, but there are rules. You will do only what either I or the lady tell you to do.” She nodded again and came to a stop about half a meter from the lady, gazing intently at her face. I stood slightly to the side, between them.

I let the lady lick my finger first, then sensually slid it into the sub’s mouth. “This is how your new lady’s mouth tastes—on my finger.” “Say that you like it, and that you want more,” I told the sub, waiting until she obediently did as she was told.

Then, I passionately urged the Mistress on. With her tongue—moist from her own mouth—I guided her toward the lips of our sub. She tasted amazing. As I did so, I firmly grabbed the sub’s little ass with one hand and her breast with the other. “That is how your new Mistress’s mouth tastes, coming from my own lips,” I said approvingly, glancing at her to see if she understood what was expected. She didn’t hesitate. “I like it; I want more,” she replied eagerly.

Next, I took both of them by the neck and brought their lips as close together as possible. “If I have to tell my little bitches what comes next, then they haven’t understood their role,” I said firmly, watching as they began to lick inside each other’s mouths. It was clear they enjoyed the taste of one another. I let them explore each other with their tongues for a moment while I revealed both of my toys from beneath their lingerie. The new sub didn’t disappoint. She was wearing beautiful red lace, just as we had agreed upon before the meeting. It matched the Mistress’s own lingerie perfectly.

I pulled my cock out of my pants and grabbed the Mistress by the hair. I pulled her away from the sub’s mouth. The Mistress shot me a look—slightly disappointed, yet obedient. She knew what was coming, but I helped her onto her knees, just the way she likes it. The sub knelt down beside her immediately, sensing my intent, as I asked, “What are you waiting for, little bitch? Your place is down there.”

I shoved it hard into the Mistress’s throat, making sure to coat it thoroughly in her saliva. The sub watched hungrily, waiting for her own taste of this appetizer. A moment later, she had it in her throat, murmuring, “So this is what the Mistress’s saliva tastes like—straight from your cock.” I held her there for a while, pressing her head—her lips wrapped tight around my cock, her nose pushed right against my navel—until she was nearly gasping for air. Then, I pulled her head back by her hair to let her breathe, looking down at her with a challenging gaze. “I love the taste… I want more,” she breathed, horny as hell. I grabbed her by the throat. “An apt pupil, you bitch,” I remarked.

A few minutes later, I was dipping my fingers deep into the Mistress’s pussy, watching the sub as she waited impatiently for this dessert. I let her take it into her mouth; she was in pure bliss, licking away until there was nothing left. “I love the taste,” she repeated, trying to lap up every last drop.

There was no reason to wait any longer. I slid my cock into the lady’s pussy, and with a few hard thrusts, I soaked it in her juices—making a wet, smacking sound. A few seconds later, with my cock deep in her throat, she was gagging again, her nose pressed against my navel, while the words rang in her ears: “This is how a pussy tastes when it’s filled with my cock—your new Mistress’s cock.” With her eyes wide, fixed on me, she made it clear: “I love the taste.”

An hour of pure pleasure followed, during which I relished my role as Master, alternating between the two wet pussies and two mouths of my females. For the grand finale, one of the women squatted over the mouth of our new sub, squeezing all my semen—which she had received just moments before—out of her pussy and into the sub’s mouth. “Do you know what to do?” I asked the sub, holding her by the throat. She nodded to show she understood. Once she had every last drop in her mouth, she stood up obediently and leaned in to kiss the other woman. For a few passionate seconds, they licked the semen from each other’s mouths and faces.

When they were finished, I looked at the new Subi. “This is what we were looking for in you. This is how I’m going to use you.” She nodded, licking the remaining semen from her face. “I like it this way. Please, let me come back next time.”