Sylvia was very businesslike when she returned, quickly untying my legs and releasing the handcuffs, and I had a brief thought of running but dismissed it immediately.  I had no clothes and no identification, credit cards, nothing!  I was their prisoner.

"Get dressed," she snapped, almost a little distracted and I winced as I slipped the maid's uniform back on, complete with stockings, shoes and the stupid little hat.  Head down, sullen, wincing with the pain in my bottom and my pussy, I followed her out the door as Jared, watching football replays on the sofa, ignored us as we left.

Dressed in the ridiculous maid's uniform and still embarrassingly naked under it, I followed Sylvia to her apartment.  So much had happened in the past day, my life had changed and I worried I was in real danger with these two.  I knew that this wasn't a consensual game any more--I was their object to play with and I had no choice.

Sylvia ordered me to strip and rubbed her hand gently over my pussy.  There was no doubt I was getting squishy again and I wondered how that could happen?  I just had been fisted and had the best orgasm of my life... shouldn't I be satisfied?  Was I really as submissive as they said?

"Don't forget to shave tomorrow morning.  If my brother finds any hint of stubble, he'll pull it out with tweezers.  Quite uncomfortable, I can assure you."  I must have gaped at her in shock as she laughed at my expression.  "You didn't think we are brother and sister?  My dear little slut, you aren't very observant... we share many physical characteristics and many psychological ones as well."

My hands were handcuffed behind me and nervously I watched as she poured a drink from a decanter.  "We experimented together, of course, but we are both terribly strong minded so we just weren't compatible.  Now we share our subs, keep them in the family as it were."

Brother and sister!  My mind raced... I could see the similarities now she had told me and fear bubbled in my head.  Sylvia cupped her drink in her hands and watched me, those cold eyes inspecting me.

"Jarred tells me you've managed to avoid bisexual encounters and that you are terribly heterosexual--but I can change that.  I'm going to enjoy teaching you to taste my cunt."  I shuddered at her words.  Put my mouth against her down there?  I couldn't do it.

"I had a male sub that I rather enjoyed using--and he did enjoy being used by me as well--but he drew the line at sucking Jared's cock.  Let's just say he didn't approach it with the same enthusiasm you seem to have for it."  I blushed at her words, remembering she had me on video doing exactly that.  "Jarred knocked the sub's teeth out and it was amazing how his enthusiasm increased.  He became rather adept at it so I'm told before we sold him off."  Sylvia put the drink down on the table with a sharp noise.  "You will use your tongue on me, slut... you will be enthusiastic and after watching you beg my brother to suck him, I'm rather looking forward to hearing you beg to lick me.  And you will beg, slut--one way or the other, you will beg!"

Humiliation washed over me at her words and the realization that I had completely lost control of the entire situation.  These two could really hurt me and I understood I had no choices anymore.  Lost in these thoughts, head swimming, I stood naked with my head bowed and waited.

Sylvia tilted my chin up so her cold eyes could lock on mine.

"And you will beg, won't you?" she demanded.  I trembled at the harshness and the menace in her words.

"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, trembling in her grasp.

"I thought you just might," she smiled and started to walk to the bedroom.  "Follow me, slut," she said over her shoulder as she unbuttoned her suit jacket.

Sylvia kicked off her shoes and led me to her large bed, forcing me to sit on the edge of it.  Nervously I watched her as she slipped her skirt off, tossed it away and sat next to me in her black slip.

"A little lesson is in need, I think," she smiled.  "Open your legs," she suddenly snapped and I did, exposing my pussy to her, feeling my arousal, my wetness in spite of myself.  "I expect you to approach my cunt with a certain grace," she murmured, her fingers tracing circles on my inner thighs and sending little jolts to my stomach.  "Imagine this finger is a tongue... watch and learn."

That finger was teasing me, lightly touching me, tracing my lips and just caressing my clit so I was panting with need.  Put it in, I silently begged, push your finger in!

"Nice, isn't it?" she suddenly snapped.  "On your knees," Sylvia said, peeling her slip off and I looked up from my new position on the floor, my wrists contained behind me by the handcuffs, to find my eyes level with her bushy pussy.  She has hair, I jealously thought, she has hair while I'm not allowed!

I looked up past her breasts in a black lace bra to her cold eyes and humiliation surged through me.  I couldn't do it, I mean, put my mouth down there?  Sylvia sat on the bed, legs apart and laid back, her head on a large pillow.

"Well?" she demanded and, face red, I slowly leaned forward, my tongue inching from my mouth.  I felt her fingers in my hair before I saw her move; her hand pulled my face up and she viciously slapped my face with the other.  My ears were ringing, my face stinging and tears fell from my eyes as I yelped in surprise.

"Typical bimbo slut!" she spat.  "You can't hold an instruction in that stupid little brain!  Beg!" Sylvia screamed at me and I flinched in terror.

"Please Ma'am," I said frantically in case she slapped me again, "please can I lick you?"

She slapped me again.  "Lick me where, slut?"

"Please Ma'am," I begged, crying, "can I like your cunt?  Please."

She smiled and slapped me again.  "Beautiful cunt, get it?"

I was a mess, sobbing and my entire face hurt.  "Please Ma'am," I sobbed, gulping, "can I lick your beautiful cunt?"

"At last," Sylvia said, leaning back and spreading her legs.  I quickly leaned forward, my tongue licking her thighs.  I could smell her and I closed my eyes to avoid looking at her pussy, all wet and gaping.

"Open your eyes, bitch!"

I quickly opened them and realizing I had no choice, began to lick another woman's pussy.  It was so degrading, so humiliating, but I was so terrified of this woman and her brother I would do anything.  Embarrassingly, I found myself becoming even more aroused by the intense humiliation.

My jaws and tongue was aching with the strain and she seemed to take ages and ages until finally she came, pulling my face right into her wet cunt, rubbing her clit against my nose as she came with loud moans and sighs.

Sylvia laughed at the sight of my face, which was wet from my tears and her juices.  Stripping her bra off, she walked naked to the bathroom.

"Come along, slut," she called, and I struggled to my feet to follow her.  The shower was running and I stood there uncertainly, hands still handcuffed behind me, waiting, looking longingly at the toilet.  "Want to go?" she asked and I nodded slowly.

Sylvia flicked the toilet seat up and, suddenly, I realized she expected me to go in front of her.  I had no choice--I needed to go--and, flushing with shame, I sat and began to pee while Sylvia laughed softly.

When I had finished, I managed to flush and stood there while Sylvia soaped herself in the shower.  A crooked finger beckoned me and I joined her and she began to wash me, her fingers rubbing over me, soaping my breasts and my pussy.  Her expert fingers teased and played with me, and soon I was begging to come but she coldly denied me.

After the shower, she made a show of clicking another tag to my collar.  Now, I had two--'Jared's Slut' and the new one, 'Sylvia's Pet'.