The Instrument - Chapter Nine - Sweaty Cunt
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


I was clean and dry and waiting on the bench when they returned. They
transferred me to the bench, trussed and bound like a roped calf. They rolled
me into the great room. It was only my second time here after so many long
weeks of recuperation. The memories of that other long afternoon and night
flooded back to me. The humiliations, the rapes, but also the excitement and
the arousal. At first nothing happened. They just left me tied to the bench as
they went about some chores and some other seemingly mindless wanderings. Kim
had dressed and was eating from a small yogurt cup. Jessica began to jog on a
treadmill that I don't remember seeing that first night. She jogged. Then she
picked up her pace. She ran with long, loping strides. She began to sweat, her
hair getting wet and stringy and her workout clothes becoming dark in various
places from her body's moisture. She wore a gray tank top leotard that had
legs to her mid thigh. Over the leotard she wore a workout thong that had long
thin shoulder straps. It accentuated her ass and made her legs seem longer,
and the straps brought attention to her breasts. She had a scarf around her
forehead. I couldn't believe how hard she ran or for how long. She must have
run for at least thirty minutes at a racer's pace. She must have run four
miles when she finally slowed and stopped. She took a long swig from her water
bottle as she caught her breath.

"Now, for your next lesson." Jessica approached me and removed her scarf. She
balled it up and stuffed it in my mouth. "Suck the sweat out of that, male."
After a few minutes she removed her scarf from my mouth and replaced it with
her outer thong. It was a nylon/spandex fabric and hadn't soaked up much of
her sweat. It was too big to cram entirely into my mouth but that didn't
matter to her. As I was lying there with her outer thong in my mouth I began
to get a sense of what this lesson was about. She stripped off her leotard and
wrung it out onto my face. It wasn't so wet that I got drenched or anything,
but a few drops of her sweat did dribble onto my mouth. She removed her shoes
and socks, stuffing her socks one after the other into my mouth. They tasted
musty and stale, just like you would expect dirty, wet socks to taste.

She removed her sports bra and rubbed it in my face. It was definitely wetter
than anything else she had shoved at me so far. Finally she stepped out of her
panties, balled them up, wiped herself between her legs and under her arms,
and proceeded to put them into my mouth. "I want you to suck on those until
they are drenched with your own saliva."

As I was doing this, she adjusted the thermostat and got back onto the
treadmill completely nude and began to run some more. The air in the room
became still and it began to warm up. Sweat began to pour off Jessica in
sheets. She was dripping sweat all over the floor as she took her long
graceful strides. After she was winded again she stopped running, approached
me to remove her panties from my mouth, and proceeded to position herself into
that familiar place that haunts me from so long ago.

"I'll say this just once. I don't want to see any hesitation. I don't want to
see you roll your eyes or look scared or doubtful. When I order you to do what
you know is coming, you will do it eagerly as if there's nothing in the world
that would please you more. I want you to make me think that pleasuring me is
the only thing in the world to you. And you know what? It is right now. Your
only focus, your only reason for living is to make me feel pleasure... Male,
lick my pussy until I tell you to stop."

I didn't hesitate. I plunged in like a diver into a refreshing swimming pool.
I parted her salty wet lips with my tongue, feeling her wet pubic hairs cold
on my upper lip and nose. My tongue licked her and slurped up her juices,
thick and musty from her hard workout. My only task was to quickly bring her
to an orgasm so that her cum would replace the sticky and odiferous meal I was
eating. That afternoon session lasted for three hours. Jessica was insatiable.
She climaxed so many times I lost count. But she enjoyed it. Oh, did she ever
enjoy it. She really got off on dominating me like that. No matter how
beautiful she is I will always be dismayed by her need to humiliate so that
she can reach an orgasm. But as soon as that thought entered my head, I
remembered our first sexual encounter. She was so timid and fragile. I felt a
string of mixed emotions. I pitied her even as I imagined crushing her head in
my hands.

My next weeks were a blur of sexual activity. Each morning I would awake to
find Kim fondling me or sucking me or just looking at me. She only enjoyed
oral sex from me when I had a very closely shaven face. It's funny how our
sexual preferences can be formed by innocent events or circumstances. Kim
simply has very sensitive skin. Rough whiskers hurt and irritate her so all
her adult life she shied away from oral sex from a man.

My afternoons and evenings were mostly spent strapped to my bench. Oftentimes
I was not being trained for anything in particular. I was simply a dildo, at
the ready whenever Jessica wanted to get off. There were many days I was
commanded not to say a single word. Jessica would put in a movie and become
aroused by something. I would have to lick her to an orgasm. Other times, she
would be reading a magazine on the sofa. She would begin to finger herself.
Then she would get up, walk toward me without taking her eyes off the
magazine, step out of her panties and straddle my face. Not a word would she
say. It was as if I was just a vibrator that knew when it was time to get to
work. She would be positioned in her place, her pussy wrapped around my face,
and her magazine on a stand above my eyes so that I couldn't see her.
Sometimes she would be there with her dress draped over my face as I licked
her to a frenzied state.