Training of stacy

"Don't worry. It's coming."

The regular routine of smacks ended and I was left alone for a moment while the group huddled again. As commanded by unseen hands, the floor rotated again and stopped.

"Ready to redeem yourself Stacy?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Master. I'd like to redeem myself."

"Redeem yourself for what?"

"For being untruthful earlier." I explained.

"You mean lying?"

"Yes Master. For lying."

"Good. I like the sound of that. How's your ass feeling?"

"It feels wonderful Master." I said, telling the complete truth.

"Is that so?"

"Yes Master."

"Would you like some more?" he queried.

"Yes Master. I would."

"I thought so. Maybe next time." He responded. "For now, we have something more in mind."

"Whatever you like Master."

I could hear the chuckling from the group.

"I wouldn't say that Stacy." Came a different voice in my other ear. "I've known him for many years and I can tell you that from the lust in his eyes that there are many things he wants to do to you. One needs to be obedient and respectful but you should be careful."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

"Oh oh Stacy. It looks like he's taken your comment to heart. He's all lubed up and you're already in a good position. Do you want to get fucked today?" the voice asked.

I hesitated as I pictured someone nearby who was fully erect and l dripping with lubricant, a look of lust in his eyes. I wasn't sure how I wanted to answer the question.

"Stacy? Do you want him to fuck you?"

"I'm not sure." I finally responded. My own erection was never harder as it hung down between my legs.

"That's not going to work Stacy." I heard the woman whisper in my ear. "He's going to do it any way so it's probably best to play along and ask for it. Respectfully of course."