“As expected of you, fast and competent,” I complimented her, despite having not the slightest clue of how much time had actually passed since she left. With Aclysia, just assuming she had acted competently was the wise thing to do. “Strip off your clothes and stand against the wall.”

The half-elf half-sighed her swooning response, “As you desire, Master.” Swiftly, her white blouse and pleated skirt sailed to the ground, revealing a lack of underwear. Instead, a fine rope, tied into a harness, covered her in a symmetric pattern made of knots and connecting stretches. The appropriately high-quality binding rubbed against her wet cunt as she orderly folded her discarded clothes.

Aclysia’s pale white skin was tinged pink from the excitement of obeying me. Facing the room, she stood against the wall, folding her hands atop her abdomen, just above her swollen mons. The smooth rope kept stimulating her. Every breath pulled on the ropes around her shoulders and petite breasts, translating into a light dig between her legs.

I was almost as proud of my handiwork there as I was of Esther’s eager bobbing. My cock had, of course, sprung back to full hardness. My Queen made use of it, taking me back into her throat. Being the distant second in the matters of oral service had not sat quite right with Esther. Having competition had been exactly the motivation she needed to overcome her doubts that she could even make me feel good with her mouth.

Obviously, I had obliged her plea to be trained in sucking me off. As with all things, Esther took her task seriously. It had begun with her joining Aclysia in treating my morning wood to kisses, observing the maid when she proceeded to service me, and then replicating the motions as far as she could.

Intimately, she had familiarized herself with the sensation of having my cock in her mouth. During showers, she would sometimes just kneel in front of me, licking, kissing and sucking me in various stages of erection. Once she was happy with her foundations, she had begun to develop her own spin on sucking me off.

There was more to being a good cocksucker than overcoming one’s gag reflex. Matter of fact, the majority of good blowjobs were given without deepthroat being involved. Esther learned how to take my size, yes, but she also learned how to be sloppy and how to be graceful. She acquired intimate knowledge on how to slowly get me to the edge or how to make me cum in minutes. I had spent more time behind her lips these past few days than in any other hole of either of them.

Truth be told, Aclysia remained the better cocksucker. The white-haired half-elf was simply built for service and that she had an orgasmic throat just made it all so much hotter. Still, Esther’s effort had led to substantive improvements. Gone was all of her hesitation on the matter of oral service. She had come to take rightful pride in her work. I also thought she had either awakened or deepened a fascination with my cock that was very flattering.

“A fantastic comfort hole,” I groaned while her methodical service continued. She was keeping me hard without adding much to my mounting pleasure. She was still number two by a margin, but the gap was not as big as it had been seven days ago. It would shrink further and further in the future.

Everything about the back and forth of her head was responsive to my desires. The way she softly tilted her head, the bit of drool she let escape to make a mess of herself, even the cute little gesture of brushing her hair behind her ear were for me. After all, she had not just asked to use me to train her fellatio skills, she had pleaded for me to teach her.

I had gone about it with my usual mixture of dominance and intimacy. Sometimes one was appropriate, sometimes the other, often times both. Constant feedback between us was the key to having her improve this much in a week. 

In addition to the efforts she had initiated, there had been my… direct training. Plenty of face fucks had been had, taking advantage of her masochism. There had been occasions on which she cleaned my cock of Aclysia’s (or her own) juices between penetrations. There had been one time where she spent a whole three hours slowly pushing me to a particularly stubborn orgasm. I hadn’t intended to last anywhere near that long, but it served as a very long and useful learning session.

Throughout all of that, I tailored her to my preferences specifically. What other skills would matter? I had no intention of ever giving her up and she had no desire of quitting me. Trust was the basis of a wholesome relationship. Anyone who would say that a woman spending hours on her knees, worshipping my cock, could not be wholesome could go and do boring things with their lives.

“I reckon that your fundamental oral training is complete.” The announcement made Esther slowly glide up my manhood, practically polishing the shaft with the tightness of her lips around it. A loud pop accompanied her separating from my rock hard cock. “Such eagerness, such fascination, such skill - a comfort hole in totality.”

“You like that description dearly,” Esther pointed out.

“Do you dislike it?” I asked. It could never be overstated that dominance and submission were a two-way street. Everything was a give and take of manifested preferences.

Esther contemplatively tilted her head. “Objectification from your lips does entice,” she answered finally and gave my cock another kiss. “Call me what you wish, dominant Karitas. If a comfort hole is what you want, then a comfort hole I am.”

It was quite difficult not to use her in that capacity again immediately. However, she had gotten her share of attention. While the other submissive in the room had a voyeuristic streak, it was on me to know how to balance time allocated to each of them. Even the most submissive of women would only enjoy being the outside observer for so long.

“Stay,” I ordered my first haremette. A little nod, as graceful as it was understanding, signalled her obedience. First, she placed her hands on her thighs, then she remembered previous training and put them behind her back instead. The vulnerable posture emphasized her breasts wonderfully. Occasionally, she squirmed a little, the vibrator giving off a low intensity buzz. A perfectly needy condition to leave her in.

I wandered at a leisurely pace to Aclysia, teasing her with every footfall. Excited breathing was intermingled with sighs and gasps. Moans swiftly followed, as I gently cupped one of her petite breasts. Much as I adored the sheer weight and squish of Esther’s huge tits, the modest rise and fall of Aclysia’s perky boobs was its own enticement. Pale pink nipples barely contrasted with the snow white of her skin. The light falling through the curtains painted her a sensuous shade of twilight.

“Master…” Aclysia cooed when I gave her nipple a little pinch. It was such an adorable, erotic vocalization that I could not help but kiss her.

Pink lips parted readily for me. Her tongue greeted me like royal servants did their returning king. There was no wrestling, just the busy swirling around me as I claimed her mouth for myself, making sure my needs were met and my demands obliged. The conquest of this woman was beyond complete. Every breath she took was quivering with delight, indulging in my scent.

I grabbed her plump ass. That derriere and her thighs were the only parts of the slender woman that seemed to have any fat to them. My fingers sank in deeply, kneading the mixture of firm and yielding that was her juicy posterior. A moment later, I hooked a finger under the back of the rope that stretched over her cunt and pulled.

Sharp and delighted was the moan that followed. The binding dug into her womanhood. She was dripping wet already, from watching and from being played with. “A woman like you should be decorated with pearls.” I nibbled on the pointy part of her half-elven ears. “Not a necklace, of course, but a string, right here.” Another pull at the rope had Aclysia shout out in pleasure. “Something a little easier to slip into than these ropes.”

“Whatever you wish for me to wear, Master, I will obli-ah-ge,” my personal maid moaned. “No, I will delight in it!” she corrected herself. “To be dressed by her Master is a servant’s privilege.”

“Such enthusiasm warrants a reward, treasured maid of mine,” I whispered into her ear. Letting go of the rope, I took one of her hands instead. She had been keeping her arms behind her back, out of reach of any impulses to touch herself. Now, I guided that hand to my cock. She wrapped her hand around the heated member, purring contentedly while stroking it, spreading fresh precum over the saliva-covered length. “How would you like to be used?”

Aclysia’s eyes darted to the kneeling woman behind me for a moment. “I would like to celebrate my Queen’s graduation to a comfort hole by serving you as the same, Master,” she answered. Her voice grew ever more heated. “My throat is yours to use and abuse, my Karitas! I love you, I love you so much and I want to be everything you need! I am your sex slave, to be trained! May you condition me, may you find that every centimetre of my form pleases you, may you use me for your release in every way you can imagine.”

I hummed approvingly. Her body already was as such, but my breath would have been wasted on compliments at that moment. There was only one thing Aclysia wanted to hear from her Master in this moment. “Squat.”

Aclysia almost squealed in delight. She dropped to the floor as fast as the limited space between me and the wall allowed her. Her fat ass hit her raised heels. Her legs were widely parted, thick thighs trembling. Her mouth was agape, her eyes pleadingly raised. I took a moment to marvel at her pearly white teeth and the depth of her offered mouth. The back of her throat was visibly twitching. The emotion in her emerald gaze turned from need to anticipation and then bliss when I grabbed her white head with both hands.

I rammed my cock down her throat. Any gag reflex she may have had, the half-elf had forgotten about through training. Before she had met me, she had already been preparing her throat for her future Master with toys and play. Since she had met me, I had been using her relentlessly whenever the opportunity arose. Which was every morning, at a minimum.

As my cock scraped over the back of her throat, bulging her slender neck with its girth, Aclysia’s eyes rolled up. A quirk of elven biology that not even I had known about was the erogenous zone they possessed. Proud as that species was, they likely kept it a secret. Aclysia, too, was proud: proud of being my private, half-elf cocksleeve.

The coming minutes were spent making a mess of her. Intense spasms made the oral slut quiver under my grasp. I could imagine, but sadly not see, her pussy thrusting forwards into the air, begging to be touched. The broad-legged squat hid nothing from the one person who watched us. My view was largely limited to the pink lips wrapped around my cock and the accumulating sticky, shiny mess that stretched in gooey strands between her ecstatically distorted features and my manhood.

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

The percussive beat of my balls smacking against her chin added a secondary beat to the repeated penetrations of her throat. In the aggression she could take lay just one of the differences still between her and Esther. Though my Queen had mastered foundations, Aclysia truly was a comfort hole by both nature and nurture. Muffled screams vibrated around the cock that kept stuffing her throat. Every thrust stopped hard against her face. My fingers and her hair were all that separated the back of her head and the wall, giving the force little other place to go than her.

On a whim, I suddenly stopped all the way inside her. Aclysia twitched, her neck bulging, her windpipe blocked. She shuddered, impressively masochistic in her own right. The lack of oxygen turned her face an enticing shade of red. I knew to stop long before an unwanted colour was reached.

Aclysia inhaled, breathing heavily in the moment of air I gave her. “Th—ahnk you for… stuffing… my throat… with your sup… supreme cock… Master,” she sighed, not coughing once despite the roughness of what had preceded.

“Such obedience deserves a reward,” I declared and turned my head. “Lick her cunt, slave.”

Esther just moaned in response before remembering that a mouth could be used to form words. “Yesh, Mashter,” she slurred her words in excitement before getting on all fours. She knew better than to walk like a person this deep into our play.

I could not keep a watch on my raven-haired submissive, not while her head was between my parted legs. That her tongue had begun its task was evident from the soft wet sounds of sapphic engagement and the intensified moans around my manhood. I had her worship the tip as we waited. We were waiting no longer and I thrust forwards.

Upper and lower lips penetrated, my white-haired submissive came again when I was back in her throat. Unlike those she had experienced when it was just me pounding my second comfort hole, this one was not allowed to end. Esther may have focused on learning how to please me with her tongue, but many hours had also been spent between the two of them pleasuring each other as I recharged (or just because I felt like watching for a bit). The point was that Esther knew how to curve her tongue to make Aclysia scream.

Drool dripped from her chin, honey from her cunt, all while Aclysia’s emerald eyes rolled up behind fluttering eyelids. There were no thoughts behind those eyes, just bliss. It was exactly the kind of expression I wanted to pound into my submissives. The ecstasy had taken over, her body had been surrendered to me by her will and I had made her will a consensually subdued entity through roughness and appreciation.

More of the former with Aclysia, admittedly. Each submissive responded differently to different incentives and she was quite the masochistic comfort hole.

Having put her in an ecstatic trance, I felt it was time to reward myself. Focusing on the sensations of her tight throat around me, I raced towards my own orgasm. I studied her features, her fluttering eyelids, her dilated pupils, her dishevelled hair, the cavity of her sucked-in cheeks and the tight ring of her lips. This was a true blowjob slut, someone that, at all times, loved getting her throat used as much as her pussy.

I thrust forward one more time, then came.

Spurt for spurt, I pumped my load down her gullet. Aclysia dwelled in the highest of heavens as she took in my seed. I barely saw any of it, dots and lightning shapes dancing in my field of view. The climax was so intense I had to rest my forehead against the wall to keep my balance. My feet felt numb. My hands were oddly sensitive, like I could feel each individual hair. The centre of my world, without a doubt, was the hot tunnel enveloping me, melting my mind for the precious few seconds of release.

Like all orgasms, it came to an end. I pulled back, keeping the head of my shaft in her mouth for her to coax the last few drops out. Her hands pumped up and down my shaft as I slowly went flaccid. Twice in assumedly twenty minutes left even me tapped.