Penny’s Oral Exam 07

Penny graduates and accepts Dwain’s proposal, partaking in some seriously submissive slut behaviour as she does so.

Ever since that fateful day when Daddy gave Dwain permission to court Penny, Penny had been in a state of torturous sexual submissive bliss.

Dwain came by almost every day, taking Penny out for fucks on the town, or back to his place for a deep railing to ensure that her holes remained appropriately sore. At the same time, Dwain tutored Penny on sex theory and sex history with the same seriousness and diligence that he used to pound her holes. Thanks to his help, Penny would be graduating with impeccable grades!

Which was why it was so important to Penny that he be there for her graduation.

“Penny Wolfe!” The master of ceremony announced with a big smile. Penny walked up the steps in her high heels and crossed the stage as her classmates and her father cheered. Most of her lewd teen body was obscured by the long graduation robes, one of the very few modest garments that young unattached sluts were allowed to wear.

Penny had taken the time to get all dolled up for her graduation ceremony, putting on some light make up and her favourite dick shaped earrings. Dwain had even come over early to give her a cumstache, rubbing his semen onto her upper lip so that it would dry into a crusty mess on her face. It was one of the best accessories a girl could wear!

She had been so touched that Dwain would allow her to wear his cum to her ceremony and Daddy had been so proud of her that he had insisted on taking many photos of Dwain fucking her in their living room that morning.

The principal congratulated Penny and presented her with her high school diploma. Then, with great ceremony, he unbuttoned Penny’s graduation robes and helped her out of them, tossing them to the ground. The moment the garment left Penny’s body, she could feel Dwain’s hungry gaze on her.

High school graduation ceremonies for Year 12 (and sometimes Year 13 girls) were extra special because it doubled as their debut into sexual society. It signaled to any single man that she was available for the piercing!

Penny flushed pink, noticing that quite a few people were leering at her naked body. She waved at Dwain with a shy smile, then at her Daddy and Aubrie who were both sitting beside Dwain. She walked down the stage with nothing more than her thigh high stockings, her heels, anal name plug, and her diploma. The cool air made her nipples harden into stiff peaks, inviting all who saw to pinch and tease them.

Penny sank down onto her dildo chair with a soft happy sigh, enjoying the way it split her cunt wide open and nudge up against her anal plug.

She was done! Year 12 was finally over and she was now a certified teen slut!

Dwain looked back over his chair at her, giving her that little nod of approval that she came to love and crave.

“Tonight,” he mouthed at her, a promise of fucks to come.

Penny couldn’t wait.

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“Penny! Dwain’s here!”

“I’m coming!” Penny yelled in reply, her heart thumping in excitement.

Dwain said that he was taking her out to celebrate her graduation tonight, which was why Penny was wearing her favourite pastel pink slip dress, some opal earrings, and a white collar. The sheer gauze of the dress did nothing to hide Penny’s pert tits or her sopping cunt when she came down the stairs.

Dwain nodded in approval when he saw her. Penny dropped to her knees, greeted him like a slave should — by kissing his crotch. She had seen Aubrie do it to her daddy several times and it made her father very happy so Penny wanted to do it for Dwain. She kissed Dwain over his trousers eagerly, rubbing her face into the juncture of his crotch as enthusiastically as she could to show how excited she was.

Daddy was watching from the living room, nodding in approval at Penny’s whorish behaviour. Aubrie was kneeling between his legs, her throat working on Daddy’s cock like most nights they spent together.

Penny was thankful that Aubrie was around because she was worried that her father would be lonely after she got married. With the well-mannered, obedient, and very beautiful Aubrie around, Penny knew that Daddy’s cock would always have a dutiful cocksleeve on hand, ready to receive his gifts and thank him for the honour.

Dwain’s lips curled when he pulled Penny up from her kneeling position and kneaded her tits through her dress. The rough treatment made Penny moan softly. She loved when he manhandled her! It made her feel very small and helpless, like she was only a vessel for his pleasure, which she was!

“Don’t wait up tonight, Mr Wolfe, I plan on fucking your slutwhore daughter through the night,” Dwain called out to Penny’s dad. The dark look in his eyes promised Penny a night of painal pleasure and sexual submission. It sent shivers down her spine!

“Perfect, I plan to rape your sister all night long too!” Daddy said to Dwain with a big grin. He thrust into Aubrie’s throat and made the woman moan softly.

Evidently, the two young women were in for a long night of arduous dick servitude. Penny couldn’t wait.

Dwain waved goodbye to Penny’s father and then led her out of the house. Like a gentleman, Dwain helped Penny into his car and got her settled on the hole pounding vibrators in the passenger seat.

SLERP SLORP.

Penny’s cunt made lewd squelching sounds as she tried to settle down properly. She loved going on dates with Dwain. He liked to take her to new places, give her new experiences. Her pussy was always horny, eager to see what Dwain would do to her next.

“Where are we going, sir?” she asked him.

Dwain shook his head, squeezing Penny’s thigh.

“Don’t worry your slutty head about it. Just focus on not cumming.”

Penny’s pussy tingled at that.

Before she could ask another question, Dwain had started the car and backed out of the driveway. Penny’s thoughts were immediately scrambled, pounded out of her brain when the fuck dildos began to move and drill her young holes.

“Oh oh oh!” Penny whimpered. Dwain had probably changed the settings, she didn’t recall the fuck-drive machines being so fast or powerful!

“Remember, no cumming!” Dwain warned her again. Penny nodded and bit her lip. For him, she would deny herself pleasure. She had to because Dwain was training her to be his dutiful slave wife!

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By the time Dwain pulled up and parked, there were no thoughts left in Penny’s head. She was shivering and sweating all over from the effort of not cumming. Her dress was sticking to her clammy skin, showing off every single contour of her young lewd body. The drive had taken all of an hour, an hour of non-stop thrusting from the machine. There was slick pooling on the car seat, proof of how horny Penny had gotten.

“Good,” Dwain said simply when the hole pounders finally ground to a halt. There was quiet pride in that single word. He was proud of how well Penny had done, how she had showed great discipline by denying herself pleasure because he had commanded it.

He got out of the driver’s seat and helped Penny off the seat. Penny sighed with relief when her sore cunt and asshole were vacated. Someone catcalled her, shouting ‘NICE TITS’ as they passed. Penny flushed and lowered her gaze, but Dwain grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“They’re right,” he murmured softly, his eyes raking up and down her form. Penny’s nipples had hardened from her arousal and they were poking through the sheer fabric. Dwain grabbed them and twisted, delighting in Penny’s pained moans.

“I love your tits,” he told her in such a matter of a fact way that Penny blushed, feeling shy.

Dwain offered his arm to Penny and she took it, finally looking up at the sign in front of the restaurant.

“The Flowering Rose!” she exclaimed in surprise.

It was an expensive sextaurant where men could enjoy delicious meals while their sluts suffered on fuckmachines. The food was said to be scrumptious but Penny never dreamed that she would set foot in it.

Dwain didn’t let her dally for long, guiding her into the building.

Right off the bat, the sound of soft instrumental music and low conversation filled Penny’s ears, punctuated by the moaning and whimpering of women being drilled. A shiver went down Penny’s spine again. She had only ever seen pictures of the sextaurant on their official website where they touted their fuckchairs as the best in the industry, the perfect way for a slave wife to suffer in society while their husbands talked business.

“Table for two under Dwain Gary?” Dwain gave the hostess their name.

The hostess was a tall Indian girl who had very prominent large rings in her puffy nipples. Her outfit consisted of a lovely white tit strap that went around the back of her dress and a nice underbust corset that kept her boobs perked up. Her skirt was only a band around her hips, leaving her cunt lips and the bottoms of her asscheeks exposed so that everyone could see that there were two plugs nestled in her holes.

Penny felt a flash of arousal pass through her at the thought of Dwain asking her to wear similar outfits.

The hostess gave Dwain a beautiful smile and then led them to a table that was a little more out of the way. As they walked, they passed a large long table with four couples. The men were all fully dressed, laughing and chatting while they dug into their meals. The women were all on fuckchairs, each of them moaning and whimpering as the machines in their seats pummeled their holes.

In fact, all around Penny were women on fuckchairs. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. Even though she had literally attended a year of sexual submission school where she had sat on a fuck machine every single day, this felt different.

It took a moment for Penny to realize why. Unlike the constant whirring or churning sounds of the machines she was used to, all the ones in the sextaurant were nearly silent. It allowed people to focus entirely on the sound of women suffering sexually.

“Hop on up,” the Indian hostess said politely, gesturing to the fuckchair at the table.

The chair designed more like a stool and was covered with a layer of what looked like soft leather and had girthy dildoes protruding from the center. Penny gingerly moved into place and then lowered herself onto the twin rods.

It was nothing like the ones in school or the ones at the smaller cafes that Daddy took her to. Even the material of the silicone felt different, velvety but with hard steel underneath. Penny gasped when both cunt and ass were breached at the same time and the stiff rods dug deep into her vulnerable body.

The stretch of both holes was simultaneously exciting and also calming. Exciting because this was the first time Penny was out alone with Dwain in such an upscale sextaurant, calming because the familiar sensation of being filled assured her that she was here to serve as Dwain’s entertainment and sexual relief.

The hostess grabbed Penny’s arms, pulled them behind her and cuffed her wrists securely to a loop under the seat of the chair. With her holes planted on the thick dildos and her arms bound behind her, Penny was utterly helpless. The defenselessness of her situation only made her cunt hornier. Dwain could do anything to her and she’d be completely unable to stop him! Which was, of course, the way dating should be in modern society.

“Your order, sir?” The hostess asked Dwain, completely ignoring Penny’s existence. Dwain reached over to the remote placed on his placemat and pressed a few buttons before turning his attention back to the hostess. Penny immediately felt the silicone inside her begin to move. The schlorping of her slick cunt seemed all the louder because the motor of the machine was so quiet!

Penny bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, but to no avail. The fuck-implements plunged deeply into her body, making her eyes roll up into her head. By now, her young holes understood their purpose, which was to take cock and take it well. Every time a stiff tool slid into any of Penny’s orifices, her body responded with pleasure, pushing out wave after wave of cunt slick to welcome the fucksticks.

“A steak and the house wine for me,” Dwain said to the hostess, “A chicken cumbowl for her and some special orange juice,” he added, gesturing to Penny.

Dwain shut the menu and handed it back to the hostess. When she nodded and left to relay their order to the kitchen, a tiny smile appeared on Dwain’s face and he began to play with the remote.

“Oh oh aaaahhh!” Penny squealed when the machine under her revved into high gear. The slow in and out of the fuck tools turned into a rapidfire drilling! Her thighs shook from the force of the pumping cocks, making her tremble all over. Pleasure blurred into pain and vice versa as her pussy and rectal walls were stimulated violently.

“No cumming!” Dwain warned her.

Penny gasped out a prompt ‘Yes, sir!’, and tried to think about something other than the twin toys currently pummeling her holes into pulp.

Dwain stopped the machine for a moment and the sudden loss of sensation made Penny’s head spin. All of a sudden, her holes were incredibly empty, unused. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding down onto the dildos in hopes of stimulation.

The small private smile on Dwain’s face grew just a little.

He toyed with her like that over and over again, ramping up the speed until it was chafing in and out of Penny’s vulnerable holes, and then stopping it abruptly to deprive her of all sensation. Penny felt tears begin to roll down her face as the start-stop stimulation drove her insane! Of course, she knew better that to protest because this was her lot in life as a submissive slave trainee and it was her duty to suffer for Dwain’s amusement.

It felt like forever before a waiter reappeared and set their food down. Penny had never been more glad to see a bowl of cum in her life because Dwain finally took pity on her and slowed the fuckmachine down to a gentle in and out.

Cumbowls were standard slave fare in sextaurants. They were pretty much made the same way as other dishes except all cut into bite-sized pieces and drenched in cum. Girls could eat the bite sized pieces with a fork, or by pushing her face into the bowl and lapping up the pieces like a bitch.

From the way Dwain was looking at her, he fully expected her to perform the latter.

When Penny was younger, she balked at the thought of eating food like a dog, thinking it was strange. Now, she merely thanked him, lowered her head, then opened her mouth to suck the first bite into her mouth. The bitter semen and the tasty fried chicken formed a strange sort of contrast and Penny was surprised to find that she didn’t hate it.

She ate quietly, meditatively, concentrating on the taste of jizz and the feeling of her holes being ploughed. Each time she raised her head, she would meet Dwain’s intense gaze. He regarded her with such seriousness and he focused on her sexual submission with a gravity that made her feel humbled. What had she done to earn such dedicated guidance and training? The only thing she could do was to give herself over to him completely.

When the meal came to an end, Dwain wiped his mouth with a napkin and then set it down on the table. He motioned for a waiter, who came over and uncuffed Penny’s wrists from the back of her chair. As the waiter took away the dirty dishes, Dwain leaned across the table and then took Penny’s smaller hands in his.

“Penny Wolfe,” he said softly “You’ve been such a cute little slut, a kind and sweet whore with loads of submissive potential.”

Penny flushed pink at the lewd praise, feeling her inner slave melt at his serious words.

“Would you do me the honour of becoming my slave wife?” Dwain pulled a tiny case out of his jacket pocket and opened it.

Penny gasped.

There, lying on the black velvet, was a set of gold nipple rings.

Penny’s eyes went blurry with tears. She had dreamed of such a moment since she was young, pledging her body to a man who would stake his claim on her body by piercing her nipples. She never expected that this day would come so early. Nonetheless, there was only one answer she could give.

“Yes, sir! I’d love to be your slave wife!” she squeaked.

The look of pride and satisfaction in Dwain’s face made Penny’s whole body warm in anticipation. The hostess came up to the table with a glass case that housed a piercing kit. She opened the kit and laid it on the table, then offered Dwain a pair of black latex gloves.

Dwain gave Penny a tiny, private smile, rising to his feet so that he could come closer to Penny. He pulled on the gloves, maintaining eye contact with her all the while. Penny felt her heart beating a rapid staccato in her chest, the anticipation making her pussy gush all over again.

With a slow reverence, Dwain pulled her sheer dress up and over her tits, putting the bottom of it in Penny’s mouth so that she could hold it out of the way. He rubbed some sanitizer all over his gloved hands first, then wiped down Penny’s left nipple with an alcohol swab. Dwain used a pair of surgical clamps to pull the nub away from her body.

Penny’s chest heaved with anticipation. This was it, this was the moment she became a claimed woman!

Dwain tightened the clamps and picked up the piercing needle. Without another word, he raised it to Penny’s nipple and jammed it through the dusky flesh.

“MMNGH!” Penny squealed around the edge of her dress. Dwain didn’t stop or pause. He threaded the first ring through the fresh hole and then fastened the bead onto it, wiping away the little drops of red that welled up. There was no going back now! Swiftly, Dwain repeated the process with Penny’s right nipple, putting on the gold ring as fast as possible as if he was worried that she would change her mind!

“OOOONGH!” Penny moaned when the second ring was placed into her nub. A sharp stabbing ache radiated from both nipples, a painful signifier that Penny’s young and carefree teenage life was now over. She was claimed now. Her sexual suffering would increase purely because it would satisfy her fiance. The thought excited and scared her at the same time.

After her moan died away, there was a brief silence, followed by a slow chorus of clapping and loud cheers. Dwain pulled her dress from her mouth, letting it fall back down over her young body. Penny’s hands came up to her tits. She cupped them and stared down at her nipples. The sheer material could not hide her brand new accessories at all, the gold rings and their delicate beads were obvious under the see-through fabric. She smiled at them, then back up at Dwain.

“Congratulations on the engagement!” someone shouted over to them.

Penny flushed. If it weren’t for her aching areolas, she might not have believed that she was now engaged to be enslaved.

A waiter sailed in with two drinks.

“A complimentary Champagne for you, sir. And a Cumpagne for you, miss slut!” he said as he placed both glasses on the table.

Penny looked at Dwain in surprise, then at the twin glasses on the table. While champagne was a sweet bubbly alcohol made from grapes, cumpagne was a fermented blend of cum and urine. It was usually only served to slave wives. If Dwain was allowing her to drink it, then it was just another sign that Penny was becoming a proper slave wife.

“This one isn’t very strong,” Dwain said softly. There was the slightest hint of a smile to his lips, a dark satisfaction that made Penny shiver every time she saw it. “I had it made a month ago,” he added.

Penny’s eyes went wide.

“Is this your cum and piss?” she asked softly, stunned that he would go to such lengths for her.

Dwain nodded in reply, the look in his eyes lustful and eager.

Penny picked it up gingerly, bringing it to her nose. The familiar soothing scent of Dwain’s scrotal musk had combined with the ammonia of his pungent urine to create something utterly repulsive and yet so completely compelling. In a trance, Penny tipped the glass towards her lips. Dwain was her fiance now and it was only right that she accept all his cockgifts!

The disgusting cloudy yellow liquid trickled past her pink lips. A bitter and sharp taste exploded on Penny’s tongue. She gagged at first, unused to the vile taste, but then her submissive slutty instincts kicked in and she swallowed the mixture. A faint sweetness bloomed on her tastebuds as she did so, making her blink in surprise.

Dwain watched with an almost indulgent expression on his face as Penny went in for another taste. She knew after the second sip, that this would definitely become one of her favourite drinks. The taste, though horrible at first, was uniquely Dwain. It was the essence of her fiance’s combined into one powerful drink that would help affirm her slave status.

Penny locked eyes with Dwain and smiled. She tilted the glass all the way back, swallowing every last drop of the Cumpagne.

“May I have some more, sir?” she asked, setting the glass on the table. Her whole body tingled with the pleasure of showing off how submissive she could be and her nipples ached in anticipation of what was to come. Dwain beckoned to the waiter and motioned for him to refill the glass.

“My beautiful slut fiancee,” Dwain said with a hint of pride in his voice.

Penny flushed with happiness. She couldn’t wait to get married!

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A/N

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