Amelia's eyes, gleaming with ruthless anticipation, fixed on Elara as she deliberately, slowly, pulled the bedroom door almost shut, leaving only a tantalizing crack. Her movements were precise, every gesture designed to heighten the suspense. She closed the distance between them, her hands finding Elara's face, cupping it gently, possessively. Elara's breath hitched, her blue eyes wide, a flicker of nervous excitement dancing within them. Amelia's lips descended, a slow, deliberate approach that built an exquisite tension before they finally met Elara's. Elara's body stiffened at first, a natural hesitancy, but then Amelia's hand drifted, light as a feather, to her breast, beginning a slow, hypnotic massage through the rich fabric of her robe. As Amelia's fingers expertly worked their magic, Elara's nipples surged, hardening instantly, peaking against the material. Amelia's grip became bolder, a gentle tugging at the burgeoning nubs, coaxing them to aching sensitivity as she continued to knead the soft, yielding flesh.
A soft, breathy moan, "Mmmph..." escaped Elara's lips, a barely contained sound of burgeoning pleasure. Sensing Elara's surrender, Amelia deepened the kiss, her tongue a velvet invasion, slipping past Elara's parted lips, seeking and finding her own. The kiss transformed into a hungry exploration, a sensuous dance of slick tongues and eager lips. Elara, no longer hesitant, responded with a surprising ferocity, her own tongue meeting Amelia's with fervent abandon, a low, guttural groan rumbling deep in her throat as a primal spark ignited within her.
With a gentle but firm hand, Amelia guided Elara to lie back onto the bed. Elara, still in her hooded robe, her magnificent MILF body a breathtaking canvas beneath the fabric, seemed to melt into the soft mattress. Her large, full breasts swelled against the material, hinting at their lush weight, while her big, wide ass and thin waist promised a tantalizing hourglass. Her sharp, intelligent face, framed by cascades of long, flowing blue hair that matched her piercing blue eyes, was already flushed with rising excitement.
Amelia's gaze lingered, assessing Elara's form with a possessive glint, as if judging the true depths of pleasure she was about to unleash. Slowly, deliberately, Amelia began the unveiling. She peeled back the wide sleeves, unfastened the belt, pulling away the layers of fabric with agonizing slowness. Each removal was an exquisite torture, revealing more and more of Elara's exquisite curves, until she lay completely naked, a vision of ripe beauty. Amelia's eyes swept over her, a silent, knowing appraisal. Then, with a fluid, confident motion, Amelia stripped herself, revealing her own flawless, captivating beauty. Elara's eyes widened, a gasp catching in her throat, clearly stunned by Amelia's perfect, sculpted form.
Amelia moved closer, pressing her soft, naked breasts against Elara's, a deliberate, sensual weight. "You are truly beautiful, Elara," Amelia purred, her voice a low murmur, her breath warm against Elara's ear. "How could your husband not pay attention to this body?"
Elara's voice was a soft, almost reverent whisper, tinged with a mix of awe and burgeoning shame. "I… I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, Amelia."
As Amelia continued her exquisite play, her hands stroking, teasing, exploring every curve, she paused. Her voice dropped, becoming a low, commanding growl. "Before we proceed with your training, Elara, there's something you need to understand." She met Elara's gaze, her eyes like chips of ice. "From this moment forward, you will address me as Mistress. And you, Elara, are my slut. Do you understand? This level of submission, this complete debasement, will be the true key to curing your pathetic husband. It will break him, and in breaking, he will be healed."
Elara trembled, a shiver running through her. The words, raw and humiliating, resonated deep within her. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress. I understand. I am your slut."
Amelia's cruel smile widened. "Good. Now, tell me, my slut, how do you usually please yourself?"
Elara, her eyes hazy with rising pleasure and a newfound, perverse obedience, her breath coming in shallow gasps, meekly pointed to a drawer in the bedside table. "I… I have some tools, Mistress."
Amelia retrieved them, pulling out a modest dildo and a realistic, dick-shaped vibrator. She examined them, a faint frown touching her perfect lips. "These are rather small, aren't they, my slut?" she purred, a note of disdain in her voice. "Don't worry, darling. Tomorrow, I'll bring you proper-sized tools. Something that can truly stretch you."
With a deliberate click, Amelia switched on the vibrator, its low hum filling the charged air. She began her systematic "training," her movements a masterclass in pleasure and degradation. Slowly at first, she moved the buzzing device over Elara's body, starting with her full, heavy breasts, letting the vibrating sensation spread like wildfire. Then, with exquisite precision, she traced the vibrator down to Elara's sensitive nipples, making them stand erect and aching with anticipation. Slowly, seductively, it descended to her navel, then lower, teasing the soft skin of her stomach, circling her pubic mound, before brushing against her inner thighs, her warm, wet opening, and finally settling, with a knowing pressure, on her clit.
Elara's moans began to pour forth, a continuous stream of pure, uninhibited pleasure. "Mmmph... Ahhh... Yes, Mistress..." Her pussy slowly began to swell and become slick, a glistening sheen spreading across her labia. Amelia then picked up the dildo, its smooth shaft now slick with Elara's burgeoning wetness, and began a teasing dance at the very opening of Elara's pussy. She circled it, brushed it, dipped the head in and out, building the exquisite tension to an almost unbearable peak.
As the dildo became sufficiently wet and slick, Amelia, with a deliberate, powerful push, thrust it inside Elara's eager pussy. The dildo slid, slow and unyielding, stretching Elara's heated depths, a sensation both invasive and utterly thrilling. A loud, guttural moan tore from Elara's throat. "AHHHH! Oh, gods! Please! Fuck me, Mistress! Deeper! Please!"
Hearing the raw, uninhibited sound, Theron came rushing to the door, peering through the slight crack. "Elara? Are you alright?" he called out, his voice laced with concern, yet undeniably trembling with a nervous excitement.
Amelia, without missing a beat, her voice firm and utterly in command, ordered Elara, "Tell him you're okay, Elara. Tell him who you belong to now."
Elara, panting, her body shaking with the dildo deep inside her, stammered, "Y-yes, Theron! I'm… I'm alright! I'm just… Mistress is training her slut!" The words, choked out in a mix of shame and ecstasy, sent a fresh wave of thrill through Theron.
Amelia smiled, a cruel, triumphant glint in her eyes, and began to move the dildo in and out of Elara's pussy, a steady, rhythmic piston, each thrust driving deeper, eliciting fresh gasps of pleasure. Simultaneously, the vibrator was still pressed against Elara's clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Elara's moans grew louder, more guttural, a true symphony of rising ecstasy. "Ngh! Oh, yes, Mistress! Faster, my cruel Mistress! Fuck this pussy! Don't stop!" Theron, seeing the scene, his wife writhing and moaning in such blatant pleasure, became visibly more excited. He sat down close to the door, his eyes glued to the sight, his dick swelling beneath his robes, a desperate need visible on his face.
After some time, Amelia, with a calculated move, removed the vibrator from Elara's clit, bringing it to the entrance of her pussy, positioning it alongside the dildo. "You need to stretch more, my little slut," Amelia purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "Or your pussy will be torn by the proper dildo tomorrow. You'll never be able to take a true cock if you don't submit." With that chilling promise, she pushed the vibrator forcefully inside Elara's already filled pussy, the vibrating head now joining the dildo, stretching Elara's depths to their absolute limit.
Elara's pussy stretched agonizingly, a loud, piercing scream erupting from her. "AAAAAAH! Pull it out, Mistress! Please! My pussy will not close! You're tearing your slut! Oh, god, this feels so fucking good!" she begged, her voice thick with both pain and the unmistakable sounds of squirting, her juices soaking the bed beneath her.
Ignoring her desperate pleas, Amelia, with a swift movement, split open Elara's legs and settled into a scissoring position, forcing both the dildo and the vibrating massager deep inside Elara's pussy. Amelia began to ride, her hips grinding, pushing both tools to their deepest point, then pulling back just enough to slide them in again, a relentless dual assault. The dildo plunged and withdrew, a thick, insistent presence, while the vibrator hummed and buzzed, a constant, electrifying pressure against her inner walls, sending shivers through Elara's entire being. Elara's screams intensified as the two tools stretched her to her absolute limit, vibrating intensely within her. As Amelia rode her, she bent closer to Elara's ear, whispering, "Look at the door, my slut. Look at what you're doing to him, you dirty whore."
Elara's eyes, even in her daze, flickered towards the door, a perverse thrill shooting through her as she saw her husband's frantic movements, his face contorted in a mix of shame and desperate arousal. The sight of him, so utterly captivated by her training, fueled her own pleasure, making her arch harder into Amelia's thrusts. She saw Theron, his face contorted with raw arousal, peeking through, clearly masturbating furiously. A thrill of illicit power and perverse pleasure coursed through Elara as she witnessed her husband's abject degradation, brought about by her own ecstatic suffering.
"Scream more, you pathetic slut!" Amelia commanded, her voice a wicked whisper, laced with triumph. "Scream for him! Let him hear how good it feels to be my whore! This is his cure!"
Amelia pressed down harder, grinding her hips, driving the tools deeper into Elara. Elara's incoherent cries escalated into shouts of degrading words, a litany of pure, unbridled pleasure. "I'm coming! Oh, it feels so fucking good! My pussy is stretching! I'm squirting like your slut! Fuck me harder, please, Mistress! Don't you dare stop, you wicked mistress! I love this! Yes! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! Drive it in, Mistress!" she screamed, her body bucking wildly against Amelia's, clearly revelling in the exquisite torture, the humiliation, the sheer intensity of Amelia's "training." Amelia, too, seemed to relish the power she held, continuing to rub Elara's clit with her finger, making her screams even louder, driving her to the very brink of her senses.
After about an hour of relentless training, Amelia finally dismounted, leaving Elara spent and shaking, the dildo and vibrator still embedded deep within her pussy. "Be prepared for tomorrow, my slut" Amelia commanded, her voice holding a promise of even greater intensity.
As Amelia left the room, she glanced down. The floor was wet and sticky with Elara's effluence. She smiled, a satisfied, knowing grin, and departed. She reached the inn and immediately sought me out.
"The training went smoothly, Master," she announced, her eyes gleaming with success. "I'll need your dick-shaped dildo tomorrow. The proper size. Your slut is ready for more."
I happily obliged. She made a mold, crafting a more substantial dildo and a strap-on for the next session. That night, after a satisfying dinner, I slept soundly, having sex with Amelia, the sounds of Elara's "therapy" still echoing in my mind.
I happily obliged. She made a mold, crafting a more substantial dildo and a strap-on for the next session. That night, after a satisfying dinner, I slept soundly, having sex with Amelia, the sounds of Elara's "therapy" still echoing in my mind.