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Warlock's (warlock@v-wave.com) unknown fragment came from the story "The
Atonement". The author, to the best of my knowledge, was "Racecar". There
were no copyright restrictions on the story when I got it a few years ago.
Hopefully that is truly the case.
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THE ATONEMENT
By "Racecar"
Part Four: The Outing
Barbara stood staring at the outfit she had purchased for today's
shopping trip with Cheryl. The black leather mini-skirt looked like it
belonged on a 12 year-old, not a woman her age who was the mother of two. When
she tried it on at the store, she had to buy a smaller size just to get the
effect of 'barely covering your ass' that Cheryl had directed her to buy. It
did barely cover her ass. If she were to bend over or reach for anything, the
skirt rode up and exposed everything worth covering. The blouse she chose was
a plain, button front, white cotton. After she had gotten it home, Barbara
noticed the fabric was so thin that she could see her hand through it. God
only knew what it would be like when she put it on without a bra. She was
going to exchange it for a more conservative one, but could not find the time
to do so.. She rationalized that, with this skirt, who would be looking at the
blouse anyway. She exhaled deeply and placed the outfit on hangers so they
would be ready to put on when Cheryl arrived.
As she was under the warm mist of her shower, Barbara thought back to
what Cheryl had said about today's trip. Barbara swore Cheryl kept saying 'we'
will do this and 'we' will pick you up, etc. She wondered who the 'we' were.
She knew that one person was obviously Cheryl, but who, and how many others?
She wondered if they were the same girls that were at Cheryl's the night she
served as maid and whatever. She hoped not. She doubted she could face, let
alone talk to, them ever again. She kept wondering as she grabbed the razor
and began shaving between her legs. When completed, she rinsed one final time
and stepped out of the shower to dry off. On the vanity was her douche kit.
She readied everything, douched and cleaned the nozzle and bag before putting
it away. As an afterthought, she took the enema bag she had also purchased
yesterday and cleaned it thoroughly in preparation for later use. As she
cleaned, she wished she had told Cheryl that she had indeed given herself an
enema before arriving for Mr. Bryant's private show. If she had done so, she
would have been spared the embarrassment of having to have another woman
administer it to her in front of others. "What's done is done." she mused
while putting the bag and accessories back into the box. She slipped the dog
collar around her neck, studied herself in the mirror for a moment, put on her
robe and clicked off the light as she left the room.
Barbara walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. "45 minutes to
go." she said to herself. "Nothing to do now but wait." She poured herself a
glass of Coke and sat down at the table to pass the time. She thought about
John and the conversations they had over the weekend. He seemed like a new man
since they left Cheryl's. He was still loving and caring but he sported a more
open air about him. She had never known John to be so open and straight
forward with her before. He made it absolutely clear to her that he was
satisfied with the status quo and, though he felt sorry for her having to put
up with Cheryl's domination, she was the one ultimately responsible for it.
She had to agree. One thing was certain. His appetite for sex had certainly
increased. Every time the opportunity presented itself, he was grabbing her
breasts or shoving his hand up her dress. She was happy to see the improvement
in their relationship. At least something good has come out of all this. As
for herself, there were times when she was willing to risk everything and tell
Cheryl to go to hell, but then her fear of the consequences of such action
prevented her from doing so.
As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her luck
before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors. She peered
out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she didn't
recognize walking to her door. She wasn't sure whether she should greet them
in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude. As the first wave of
shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on. She walked slowly
to the back door and opened it just as the trio had approached.
"Hi, Barbara. I see you've gotten yourself all ready." Cheryl said as
she filed past Barbara.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara's voice seemed to have left her and the
reply came out a mere whisper.
Cheryl stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked at Barbara as the
others filed through the open door.
"What's that you said? Speak up! I can barely hear you." Cheryl spoke
with raised eyebrows.
Barbara cleared her throat and attempted to reply again.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I said 'Yes, Mistress Cheryl.'." Her
voiced now boomed. Barbara felt embarrassed about both replies. She looked at
the Beth and the other girl staring at her. The newcomer seemed vaguely
familiar to her, but Barbara just could not place the name with the face. She
closed the door and led her guests into the kitchen.
"Barbara, I know you remember Beth but do you remember who this is?"
Cheryl wrapped her arm around the girl.
Barbara looked the girl up and down. She appeared to be in her late
teens, early 20's. Her skin was perfect. It flawlessly covered her 5' 4"
frame in a tautness one only saw in younger women. Her breasts, while not
exceptionally large, were ample for a girl her size and seemed to be about the
same size as her hips. Barbara remembered the green eyes but still could not
put a name on the girl in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I know I know her, but I can't seem to
remember her name." Barbara was still quizzically looking at the girl as she
answered Cheryl.
"Shame on you. This is June Webster. I ran into her while shopping one
day and we started talking about old times. Your name came up and she said you
used to baby-sit her when she was younger. Well, she's 18 now, and planning to
enter college this fall. When I was planning this outing, I thought it would
be a good idea to bring her along. She jumped at the chance." Cheryl had that
knowing look in her eye and smirk on her lips.
As soon as the name was mentioned, Barbara remembered June. She
remembered her as the most precocious, spoiled and misbehaved little brat she
had ever had to baby-sit. She remembered that June had a brother, one year her
junior, who was just the opposite. As a matter of fact, Barbara recalled, she
thought he had somewhat of a crush on her. That was years ago, Barbara
thought. She imagined how June reacted when Cheryl told her about her 'sex
slave', and was sure she jumped at the chance to get even at Barbara. Of all
the people Barbara had ever known, none would look forward to torturing and
humiliating her more than June Webster.
"Yes. Now I remember. How are you June?" Barbara put on her best happy
face as she greeted June. "And how is Paul, your brother?"
"Paul and I are very well, thank you Barbara. But haven't you forgotten
something?" The girl looked straight at Barbara and returned the phony smile.
"What's that?" Barbara tried to remember some detail that June was
referring to, but couldn't come up with a thing.
"Well ... from what I hear ..., It should be 'Mistress June'."
Beth broke out in heavy laughter as Barbara reeled backward from the
shock. Cheryl, too, had to laugh at the boldness June displayed to her former
disciplinarian.
"She's right, you know." Was all Cheryl could say before breaking up
again.
Barbara regained her composure and glared at the kid. "She hasn't
changed one bit." she thought. Remembering her situation, Barbara knew she
would have to be on her best behavior today in order to avoid the wrath of this
kid from hell. She bit her tongue and replied in her most courteous voice.
"I'm sorry, Mistress June." The words 'Mistress June' shot from her
mouth like an arrow aimed at a villain's heart. "It won't happen again. I
was so glad to see you again that I forgot where I was."
"You didn't forget where you are. You forgot who you are." Again June
returned the arrow. "But I'll forgive you. I know how happy you are to see me
here. I just know this is going to be a perfect day." The sarcasm in June's
utterance was evident to everyone present.
Cheryl was taken aback by June's brashness and began to have second
thoughts about inviting her along. It seem to her that June was attempting to
control the day and Cheryl didn't want that to happen. Barbara was hers -- all
hers. She might not object to loaning Barbara to someone temporarily, As Mr.
Bryant had suggested to her yesterday on the phone, but it had to be understood
that Cheryl, and only Cheryl, had absolute control over her. She decided the
time had come to assert her authority and she stepped in front of June to
address her slave.
"We had better get a move on here. Look at the time. Remember we have
to be back by 2:30, at the latest, so you can be here when the kids get home.
Let's get that robe off so I can check to see if you're ready." Cheryl grabbed
the robe's sash and, with one tug, pulled it free from the robe.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara slid the robe off her shoulders and laid
it over the back of a chair. She shot a quick glance at June and noticed the
smirk on the brat's face.
"C'mon, we don't have all day! Assume the position!" Cheryl admonished.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara clasped her hands behind her head and
spread her legs.
Barbara noticed that June had moved to a position directly in front of
her. Embarrassed at her very obvious station within this circle, she looked
past the young girl and out the window behind her. She felt Cheryl rubbing her
freshly shaved pubic mound and bend over to examine it.
"Very good. You remembered to shave this time. Did you douche?" Cheryl
peered up from her vantage point at Barbara's thighs to look the young
housewife in the eyes.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's face was getting redder and redder.
"Let's check, shall we? Spread those pussy lips wide open so I can see
how clean you are." Cheryl's actions were clearly designed to display her
power over, and to humiliate, Barbara in front of the newcomer in the group.
Barbara reached down and spread the lips of her vagina as directed. She
kept looking straight ahead as Cheryl's finger prodded the outer edges of her
vagina before forcefully plunging deep inside. She felt the finger withdraw
and saw Cheryl stand up holding it to her nose. The next thing she knew,
Cheryl's finger was poised on her lower lip. Barbara knew what was expected of
her and opened her lips to accept the moistened digit. She saw Cheryl gloating
as she moved the finger in and out of her mouth, She glanced back at June who
seemed deeply absorbed in the entire scene as she watched Barbara's face for
any reaction. Barbara's eyelids closed for an instant and she felt a tear form
in the corner of one eye. She heard Cheryl proclaim 'very good' as the finger
withdrew.
"Go get your enema bag, and bring out the outfit you bought for today.
I'd like to take a look at it before you put it on." Cheryl barked the order
out like a grade school teacher.
Barbara hurried out of the kitchen and returned within minutes carrying
two wooden hangers, upon which her outfit hung, and the box with the enema bag
inside. She hung the clothes on the trim around the doorway leading to the
living room and handed the box to Cheryl before re-assuming her position. She
watched Cheryl hand the box to Beth and disappear behind her, she assumed to
check her new clothes. Her eyes followed Beth as the nurse opened the box and
spilled the contents onto the table. Beside the bag and hose, the kit
contained 3 nozzles. One nozzle was the adult enema nozzle, another a juvenile
enema nozzle and the third, longer, thicker, ribbed nozzle was meant to be used
as a douching nozzle. Beth surveyed all three before picking up the douche
nozzle and attaching it to one end of the hose. Barbara wanted to tell her
that she had the wrong nozzle, but kept quiet. She was determined to avoid any
punishment whatsoever today. She'd be damn if she give June the satisfaction
of watching her get spanked.
Beth attached the other end of the hose to the bag and adjusted the clip
to prevent water flowing through it. When satisfied that everything was in
good working order, she strode over to the sink and began to fill it up with
cool water. She noticed the dish detergent on the counter and decided to add a
generous amount to the water. When the bag was stretched to its maximum, she
turned the water tap off and screwed the stopper into the top then turned
around to look for Cheryl.
"I'm all ready to go. Where are we going to do this?" She asked, when
she noticed Cheryl standing to the side, and slightly to the rear, of Barbara.
"Oh, I think the table will do fine." Cheryl replied. She put her hand
in the small of Barbara's back and gave a little shove. "Go Lean over the
table, feet on the floor and spread apart, of course." She ordered.
Barbara stumbled over to the table and placed herself as directed. At
Cheryl's command, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her butt wide
apart exposing her opening. A moment later she felt the nozzle probing it.
She was suddenly aware that neither the nozzle, nor her anus, had been
lubricated. Just as she was going to yell "Wait", the nozzle broke past the
tight barrier and was inside her. She nearly lost her grip on her buttocks as
she recoiled from the pain. The sharp pain was followed immediately by the
sensation of cool liquid filling her bowels. Within a couple of minutes,
Barbara started to feel the discomfort of being filled. She struggled to hold
all the liquid in and, in the process, her teeth clenched her lower lip. The
volume of liquid within her distended her lower abdomen and the pressure was
tremendous -- too much for her to bear.
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Barbara pleaded with tear
filled eyes.
"What is it?" Cheryl answered, annoyed by the interruption.
"I ... I can't hold any more. I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I just can't!"
Her agony clearly showed on Barbara's face.
Cheryl look at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.
With a nod of Cheryl's head, Beth clicked off the flow control and began to
remove the nozzle.
"Oh, wait a minute before you take that out." June interrupted while
frantically rummaging through her oversized purse. "Can I just get one picture
of this? I'm sure Paul would like to see what Barbara looks like after all
these years."
"Make it quick, and just one!" Cheryl answered. She found the idea of
June showing a picture of Barbara, in this position, to Paul amusing.
Barbara watched as June positioned herself for a side-view photo of her.
Her face was looking directly at the camera when the flash went off and caused
instant blindness. She closed her eyes and cried a little more. She had been
psyching herself up for this day all weekend. When she kissed John goodbye
this morning, she thought that she was mentally prepared for anything that
would happen today, and was determined not to show her embarrassment or pain to
anyone. She hadn't planned on June, however. Her presence here had completely
undermined all of Barbara's mental conditioning. When she reopened her eyes,
she saw June and Cheryl huddled around the picture in June's hand waiting for
the development process to complete itself. They looked like two school kids
looking at a National Geographic magazine. She turned her head and faced the
other direction while Beth slowly withdrew the enema nozzle from her. She
heard someone, she thought Cheryl, tell her to go relieve herself and get
cleaned up again. Barbara didn't have to be told a second time. She quickly
ran from the table to the bathroom amidst the laughter of the other girls.
As Barbara reentered the kitchen she noticed the girls all looking at the
picture and laughing. She saw June look up at her and drop her head back while
she exclaimed how much her baby brother is going to enjoy the picture she took.
This was the first occasion of this sort where John was not present to lend
Barbara at least some moral support. Feeling completely lost and without hope,
she re-assumed her position and waited.
"C'mon, girl. Let's get a move on." Cheryl clapped her hands together
as she spoke. "We don't have much time to do what we have to and be back in
time for the kids. Get your clothes on and let's get out of here."
Barbara scurried to her clothes and began dressing. When she put the
blouse on, she saw that it was much worse than she had imagined. Her darker
nipples were clearly visible through the white material and, worse, the
brushing of the material against them made her nipples more erect and much more
noticeable. She was sorry now that she had not taken the time out to return
the blouse to the store and pick out another one. She wiggled into the skirt
and noticed it, too, was worse than she had remembered. If she stood straight
up, with hands at her sides, and did not move, she felt the hem of the skirt
hit her near, but not quite at, the bottom of her cheeks. She took a deep
breath and tried to push the waist down a little further, but it was a futile
attempt. As soon as she inhaled again, the skirt was right back in place. The
tears started again as Cheryl grabbed her arm and spun her around for the girls
to see. As a final insult, Cheryl unbuttoned one more button on the blouse
proclaiming that everyone should be able to see her 'pretty necklace'. Barbara
also noticed that anyone as tall as she, or taller, would also be able to see
her entire breasts without craning their neck. She wondered how in the world
she could ever go out in public dressed like this. She knew she would surely
be arrested.
Barbara locked the back door and walked over to the car where Cheryl was
holding the door open for her. Cheryl instructed her to sit in the back. She
blushed as she bent to enter the back seat of the 2-door car and Beth whistle
indicating Barbara's privates were in clear view. She heard June giggle a
little girl giggle and she gritted her teeth as she sat down. Beth crawled in
beside her while June went around the car and sat in the front next to Cheryl,
who was the driver. As Cheryl looked out the rear window prior to backing out,
Beth grabbed Barbara's knee and spread her legs apart. Barbara complied in
silence.
During the drive, the three girls chatted about everything under the sun,
except about Barbara and what they had planned for the day. Barbara would have
joined in the conversation, but was afraid to speak without asking permission,
and decided that what she had to say wasn't worth the additional embarrassment.
Her silence was first noticed by Cheryl.
"Why so quiet, Barbara?" Cheryl asked as she viewed Barbara through the
rear view mirror. "Doesn't our conversation interest you? Or do you have
other things on your mind?"
Before Barbara had the opportunity to answer, Beth chimed in.
"Oh, I know what Barbara has on her mind." Beth giggled. "I have what
interests her right here." Beth began searching through her pocketbook and
finally pulled out a dildo which closely resembled a male penis in looks and
feel. She held it up and asked Barbara "Is this what interests you, Barbara?
Is this what you want?"
Barbara appeared to be at a loss for words and did not know how to answer
the question. She saw Cheryl looking through the mirror again and noticed that
June had spun around and was watching with glee. That object certainly was not
what Barbara had on her mind, but if she answered negatively, it might be taken
badly, or something more vile would be brought up. In a panic, she answered
the safest way she knew.
"Yes, Mistress Beth."
"Well then, you shall have it. But first, let me 'flavor' it a bit for
you."
Barbara watched as Beth put the dildo under her own dress and sat back
with a large grin as her arm moved back and forth a few strokes before
reappearing with the dildo, now dripping with aromatic pussy juices. When Beth
began moving towards her, Barbara spread her legs a little wider in
anticipation of the insertion. To her surprise, Beth told her to "Open up and
say 'ahhh'." Barbara was bewildered by the request. She opened her mouth and
began to say "ahhh" but the insertion of the dildo into her mouth cut her words
short. She was caught completely off guard by the sudden thrust of the rubber
penis into her mouth. Her eyes flung wide open and she saw the laughter on
June's face. She sat there, in tears, as Beth told her to work it in and out
with her hand and to pretend she was giving some guy a blow job. She complied
and began to suck and move the dildo in and out of her mouth. She heard Beth
suggest that she use her other hand on her pussy to get herself off. Again she
complied. As the car sped along the busy highway, Barbara was too embarrassed
to look out the window for fear of seeing a passerby staring at her. She slid
down a little further in her seat to avoid such notice but pretended the
maneuver was designed to effect better penetration of her finger into her
pussy. She closed her eyes and began drifting off. The car's swaying soon
became the gentle motion of a water bed. The fingers now touching the tender
areas on the inside of her thighs were those of her husband, John. The
swooning had begun, accompanied by the characteristic low moans. Her hips
instinctively moved in rhythm with the prodding fingers and the petting on the
inside of her legs. Her journey to paradise had begun. The swaying ended
abruptly with a jolt as the penis was yanked from her mouth. Barbara opened
her eyes to the leering faces of three smiling women. She was shocked by the
reality of where she was and embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall
victim to her inner body's cravings so early in the day. She glanced down at
Beth's hand still stroking her thigh and at her hand with 3 fingers still
inserted deeply inside her. She looked at Beth and thought back to her last
encounter with her and the heavenly feeling of her tongue on the spot her hand
now occupied. Suddenly, she felt disgust and quickly removed her hand and sat
up.
"First stop. Everybody out." Cheryl exclaimed as she turned the key to
shut off the car.
Barbara looked out the window. She had no idea where she was. A sign
above the shop in front of her read: "Jule's Leather Goods -- Coats, Luggage,
Riding Equipment & Specialties." In the window were various sets of gorgeous
leather suitcases as well as many different travel accessories. She wondered
what Cheryl could possible have in mind stopping here. It then occurred to her
that Cheryl must be going to buy luggage for her move to Colorado. The thought
of that happening lightened her load and made the day seem a little brighter.
The seat in front of her was pulled forward and the three girls were standing
around the door waiting for her to emerge. She struggled to get out with
revealing the least amount of flesh to her audience. In one way, she thought,
they were doing her a big favor. In their desire to watch her get out of the
car and humiliate herself, they formed a perfect shield against anyone
happening by. She gave one last push and planted her feet firmly on the
ground. The car door slammed and the group of women followed Cheryl into the
store.
Once inside the small shop, Cheryl led the group past the stares of
browsing customers directly to a doorway located at the very rear of the
display area. Barbara wondered at first why they were bypassing all the
luggage, but thought that, perhaps, Cheryl had already purchased her luggage
and was just going to pick them up. As she walked through the second doorway,
she gasped and realized the real purpose of their stop here. The small room
resembled a dungeon with an abundance of mannequins wearing collars, cuffs,
leather hoods, etc. Several mannequins were arranged in bizarre positions and
held there by various forms of chains and bars, while others sported devices
attached to their nipples, vaginas and penises. Most of these mannequins also
featured different forms of gags and blindfolds around their heads. The walls
of the room displayed all sorts of whips and paddles. Barbara shuddered at the
sight. Her eyes were agape at the many spectacles on display before them. She
vowed she would try her best to prevent any punishment that might entail the
use of any of these articles of true torture.
A salesman approached and began talking to Cheryl. Barbara did not pay
attention to what was being said. She was busy looking at the displays around
her. She noticed that several of the customers from the front of the store had
followed them and were milling around the mannequins and staring at her. She
blinked and turned her head back towards Cheryl and the salesman.
"To tell you the truth, we have nothing yet." Cheryl was explaining to
the older salesman. "I'm really looking for some items that would be used on
occasions when discipline would be in order. You know, nipple clamps that
adjust to different amounts of pressure, and from which you can hang different
size weights. Also, I'd like something for paddling or whipping that would
smart, but not raise large welts." Cheryl grabbed Barbara's arm and pulled her
to her side. "This is Barbara, my slave..." Cheryl continued. "Her husband
raised an objection at my use of a leather belt on her backside the other night
and I thought I could find something as effective, but that didn't leave such
large marks. I think you can still see where the belt struck in a couple of
places. Turn around, Barbara and show the man your poor ass." Cheryl spun
Barbara around and pushed her head forward so that Barbara was forced to bend
at the waist.
Barbara felt Cheryl lift her skirt hem and tuck it into the waist band
while her other hand lightly ran across her exposed rump. She saw Beth in
front of her with a slight smile on her lips and June to her side with a hand
across her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably. Past them, Barbara noticed that
the eyes of the other customers in the room were now glued to the group of
girls putting a slave on display. Many of the customers were in awe at the
scene and simply stood with mouths opened in amazement. Barbara felt the heat
of the blood rushing to her face as she blushed in embarrassment. She had come
to realize that no matter how well she had prepared herself to expect the
worse, it seemed that the worse she had imagined was never as bad as what
actually took place. She yearned for the salesman to ask the others to leave
the room until he was through with this customer, but he appeared to be in as
much shock as the gawkers were and was completely taken aback by the situation.
"Well, you really can't see them any longer, but if you rub your hand
over her cheeks, you can feel what I'm talking about. Here, feel this?"
Cheryl grabbed the salesman's hand and placed it on Barbara's buttocks. "Just
be careful. She was playing with herself on the way here and I'm afraid she's
gotten herself all excited and wet down there."
Barbara could have died from embarrassment when she heard Cheryl tell the
salesman that story, although it was true. She could feel the cool air against
her wet vagina evaporating the pussy juices. She felt goose bumps form on her
cheeks as the salesman's hand wiped slowly and softly across them. His touch
made even more juices flow from her pussy. She noticed that the rest of the
customers in the room were now completely engrossed in her display. She saw
two businessmen slowly edge their way to the rear of the room in order to get a
better view of her behind. She closed her eyes and hung her head in despair.
The salesman's hand stopped its wandering and Cheryl tugged her into an upright
position once more. She heard the salesman ask Cheryl to wait a moment and he
disappeared into another back room. He returned carrying what looked like a
small whip, but with many ends. He explained to Cheryl that this cat of nine
tails was her best bet. The thin tails produced a stinging bite on even a
gentle slap, while their rounded edges prevented large welts from forming when
swung lightly. Cheryl looked at Barbara and then back to the salesman to
finalize the sale.
For the next 45 minutes Barbara was subjected to gross humiliation as she
was made to try on several different ball gags, nipple clamps, leather panties
with built in dildos and so forth. Her humiliation had become a show for the
growing crowd of customers in the back room and they would whistle and applaud
their approval after each item was demonstrated. When the session ended,
Cheryl had purchased the cat of nine tails, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps
with an assortment of dangling weights, a leather gag which sported a 4 inch
replica of a very thick penis to be inserted in her mouth and panties with a
pair of black dildos built in. The quartet began to leave the shop when
Barbara sensed that her skirt had not been taken out of the waist band. In a
panic, she stopped short.
"Please may I speak, Mistress Cheryl?" Barbara asked in obvious
distress.
"What is it now, Barbara?" Cheryl appeared agitated at the delay.
"I think you forgot to put my skirt back down over my ... ass." Barbara
was careful to use the right word. "May I please arrange it, Mistress Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara's backside and laughed. "Yes, go ahead." she
chuckled. "We don't want the whole world to see your pretty little ass. Do
we, Barbara?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she straightened her skirt.
"Tell me, Barbara. Who do you want to see your ass?" Cheryl looked at
Barbara's eyes with a sly, half grin on her lips.
Barbara was taken aback by the question. She thought for a moment then
lowered her eyes and answered the way she thought Cheryl wanted. "Just you,
Mistress Cheryl."
"Oh, really? You mean you don't want John to see your ass -- your own
husband?" Cheryl was playing the game again and enjoying every moment. "And
how about Beth, after all she's done for you. And June, who was so happy to
see you again? You mean, you would deprive them the pleasure of seeing your
pretty ass?" She looked deeply into Barbara's eyes with a pouting, inquisitive
look.
Barbara never raised her head as she replied. Her full blush was seen by
all in the shop. "No, Mistress Cheryl. I want John and Beth and June to see
my ass, too." she answered in a very low tone, disappointed that she had
answered wrong the first time.
June, who had been standing close alongside Barbara during the exchange,
reached over and grabbed Barbara's chin and lifted her head up to face hers.
"And what about my brother Paul? Wouldn't you like to have him see your ass.
I mean, he once liked you very much and I'm sure it would make his day to see
his Barbara's bare ass. Wouldn't you like to give him the enjoyment he'd get
from seeing it?"
Panic struck Barbara again. How could she answer that question? Having
a teenage boy looking at her naked body was nothing she would ever consent to.
She looked as Cheryl with a pleading expression, hoping that she would dismiss
June's question and spare her the humiliation of having to answer it.
"Well, Barbara? Answer the question. Wouldn't you like to bring such
joy to one of today's youth?" Cheryl was getting excited by this aspect of
Barbara's humiliation. She felt her pussy getting wet just thinking about it.
She stepped closer to Barbara. "Well, answer June, Barbara."
Y... Y... Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I would like to let Paul see my ass
too." At the completion of her answer, June dropped her hand from Barbara's
chin and the beaten woman's head slumped against her chest as she began to sob.
"Well, we'll have to see what we can do to arrange it then." Cheryl said
and turned and continued towards the front door.
Barbara followed Cheryl out of the store to the cheers and clapping of
the spectators. Barbara wondered why Cheryl would spend so much money on these
items when she was moving to Colorado so soon. She remembered John telling her
not to count her chickens, and she thought that perhaps Don had refused the
promotion and transfer. The tears formed but she held them back admirably. The
quartet piled back into the car and sped away leaving behind several people who
would not soon forget what they had witnessed on this day.
"We only have 2 stops left." Cheryl announced. "Anyone feel like lunch?"
Barbara remained silent while Beth and June both agreed that lunch was a
good idea. The car soon pulled into the parking lot of "Les Gourde", a
fashionable restaurant frequented by a mostly upscale clientele. Barbara had
always wanted to eat here, but couldn't justify paying the prices they demanded
for one meal. She would gladly refuse the opportunity to eat here now if it
were possible, but for a different, more obvious, reason.
The group entered the restaurant and were greeted by the stares of all
who noticed them. Barbara wanted to hide behind the elegant draperies. Many
of the patrons looked on in disapproval as the maitre de led them to their
table in a far corner of the main dining area. The dining area was decorated
in pastels and was very brightly lit by fixtures that looked very elegant and
very expensive. The place had a special aurora about it that shouted "class."
The waiter handed them all menus but Cheryl grabbed Barbara's out of her hand
and handed it back to the waiter explaining that Barbara was not very hungry
and would only be having something light which Cheryl would pick out from her
menu. The waiter took back the menu with a raised eyebrow and asked the group
for their cocktail orders. They all followed Cheryl's suit and ordered frozen
strawberry Daiquiris. Cheryl ordered Barbara a beer and asked that it be poured
into a bowl. The waiter again raised an eyebrow and disappeared. A few
moments later he returned with the drinks. He gave each of the others their
cocktail and placed a bowl in front of Barbara. He opened a bottle of beer and
poured in slowly into the bowl. When finished, he laid a soup spoon next to
the bowl and asked if they were ready to order.
Beth spoke first, ordering the house salad, with French dressing, and the
Turkey club. June chose to skip the salad and opted for the open faced steak
sandwich. Barbara's mouth was watering as they ordered. She had not realized
how hungry she was.
"I'll have the roast beef Au jus." Cheryl said. She touched Barbara's
hand and ordered for her. "She'll just have a bowl of the beef broth."
They all handed the menus back to the waiter and watched as he departed.
"A toast." Cheryl raised her glass high and spoke in a loud voice. "To
our dearest Barbara... and all her canine friends."
Barbara blushed and looked down at her bowl. "She would have to bring
that up again." she thought to herself. She heard the glasses clink together
and return to the table.
"Barbara?" Cheryl touched Barbara's hand again. "This lunch is in honor
of your recent show for Mr. Bryant, who, by the way, called and said that he'd
like to use your 'special talents' again when a group of buyer's come to town
for his annual open house. And my neighbor, Jackie, said thank you for taking
such good care of her Rocco. She also asked if you'd be available in the
future. I told them both that we'd have to see how well behaved you are."
"Anyhow," Cheryl continued, "I'm sorry I didn't order you something more
substantial for lunch. I thought that, since you are not allowed to use your
hands to assist you in eating (in keeping with the theme of the lunch), that a
liquid lunch would make it much easier for you. Keep your hands on your lap
and use your tongue to lap up your beer and broth when it comes."
Barbara looked around at the crowded dining room. She had been seated
with her back in the corner and was able to look out across the entire room.
In turn, the entire room could plainly see her, as was evident by the number of
stares she was still receiving. Her face flushed crimson when she lowered her
head to the bowl of beer and began lapping it up as Cheryl ordered.
"I've got to go to the ladies' room." June said as she pushed back her
chair and rose from the table. "Would you like to go with me Cheryl?"
Beth agreed to stay behind and watch Barbara to make sure she drank her
entire bowl of beer while Cheryl and June left for the ladies' room. Lunch was
served soon after the pair returned and they all began eating. The broth was
the most delicious beef broth Barbara had ever tasted. It was a shame that she
would be to embarrassed to ever show her face in here again. She could imagine
what the real food tasted like. Cheryl kept admonishing her to keep lapping
whenever she would stop for a breath and she was soon done with her 'meal'. She
reached for her napkin, but a scowl from Cheryl made her drop it back onto the
table. Beth picked it up and lowered it under the table. Barbara suddenly
felt her vagina being wiped with the fine linen held in Beth's hand. She
looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed what was happening now. As
she expected, several of the patrons were staring under her table and poking
their partners with their elbows to make them aware of what was going on. When
Beth had finished wiping Barbara's pussy, she raised the napkin to Barbara's
face and began wiping the broth from her face and lips. Barbara smelled her own
juices on the cloth and blushed even deeper, much to the delight of many of the
diners and the disgust of the others.
After the girls finished their meal and Cheryl had paid the bill, leaving
a rather large tip for the gracious waiter, they got up to leave. When they
reached the lobby, Barbara had a sudden urge to urinate.
"Please Mistress Cheryl, may I speak?" The blushing girl asked.
"Now what!" Cheryl snapped.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mistress Cheryl, but I have to p..pis real bad.
May I go to the ladies' room, Mistress Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara from foot to head. "Of course I'll let you
relieve yourself, Barbara, but not here. Follow me."
The three girls followed Cheryl out of the restaurant into the parking
lot. They walked to the far end and stopped where the pavement ended and the
lawn began.
"This spot will do." Cheryl proclaimed. "Go ahead and relieve yourself,
Barbara."
Barbara looked at the lawn and then to the parking lot. She couldn't
possibly urinate here, in the open, with all these people entering and leaving
the restaurant.
"That's okay, Mistress Cheryl. I don't have to go anymore." She lied.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, but she did know she
couldn't do it here.
Cheryl walked over to Barbara and yanked her hair. "Listen, bitch. You
have to pis and you know it! Now squat right here, right now and pis or we'll
start using some of those goodies we bought earlier immediately!" She released
Barbara's hair and stood tapping her foot.
Barbara starting crying as she inched over to the grass. She looked at
Cheryl one more time before she squatted down and began peeing. June's
giggling increased her shame and made her feel like strangling the little brat
-- something she now wished she had done years ago instead of just thinking
about it. She watched the flowing urine form little streams and trickle down
the sloping lawn onto the pavement. When she was through urinating, Barbara
looked up at the group watching her. Beth, noticing Barbara's dilemma, offered
her a tissue from her purse. Barbara took the tissue and wiped herself before
arising and following the group back to the car. Once they were all inside,
the car started off towards its next adventure.
The car had barely gone 4 blocks before it stopped in front of "Adult
World", an adult novelty shop. Once again the women filed into the shop with
Cheryl leading the way. Barbara followed Cheryl's quick pace to a counter that
had a large assortment of dildos and vibrators on display. Barbara looked
around and noticed that the shop had at least 15 customers, all male, crammed
into its small display area. They all noticed the women come in and were
constantly glancing up from their books to watch them. She blushed deeply as
Cheryl loudly explained to the salesman that her slave had "outgrown" her
present dildos and needed something larger and with more "pizazz." The
salesman proceeded to fill the counter top with dildos of all colors and shapes
which vibrated, got hot, squirted liquids, undulated, squirmed, rotated and
what have you. Cheryl picked out a 12" black lifelike dildo, made of silicone.
It featured a piston built in which made its tip extend and retract at a
variable rate. Barbara looked at the instrument in horror. Its diameter of
about 2 inches looked to big to fit inside her. Nonetheless, Cheryl held it
high in the air and decided it was just right for her and told the salesman
"I'll take it."
Next, Cheryl wanted to look at butt plugs and anal stimulators. The
salesman beckoned the group to another counter and proceeded to lay out another
assortment of grotesque looking devices meant to be used anally. Cheryl chose 2
butt plugs from the group. One looked just like the one that was used on
Barbara by Beth after she had given her the enema a few weeks ago, except it
appeared to be a little larger. The second one was definitely larger than the
first and resembled a penis. Cheryl then looked over the group of probes and
vibrators but couldn't decide on which one she wanted.
"What do you think, Barbara?" She asked. "Which one would give you the
most pleasure when inserted up your ass?"
Cheryl's crude language, and the salesman snapping his head up to look at
her, caused Barbara even more embarrassment. Cheryl knew that having her
choose such a device would humiliate her further. She kept her head low as she
looked over the instruments laid out on the counter. She was unsure of which
one to pick. If she picked the smallest, Cheryl would surely disagree and
choose the largest. She finally decided on one with a handle attached to a
short, bent stem, at the end of which was a slightly thicker tube that
contained the vibrating unit. She pointed it out to Cheryl and the salesman.
"This one, Mistress Cheryl."
"Yes, I kind of liked that one, too. The handle would make it easier for
you to manipulate while you carry on your 'other' activities." Cheryl picked
the vibrator up and studied it before looking at the salesman. "Would you have
this in a larger size?" she asked.
Barbara kept her head down and stared at the counter top. She was much
to embarrassed to face the salesman directly. He reached into a drawer under
the counter and retrieved a larger version of the vibrator and laid it in front
of her. She just nodded her head affirmatively. She knew better than to
disagree with Cheryl's decision.
Having completed their purchases, the girls left the shop and returned to
the car. Barbara was relieved that the purchases had been made without her
having to demonstrate anything as she did in the leather shop. With a little
luck, she thought, the worst part of the day could be over. She glanced at the
clock on the dashboard and noticed the time was 1:00 p.m. "Only 90 minutes to
go" she thought. She felt confident that she could deal with anything for
another 90 minutes. She changed her mind when the car slowed in front of a
tattoo parlor. She froze in her seat and her heart started to beat faster when
the car came to a halt in the parlor's parking lot. "No, no, no." she mumbled
to herself.
"Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Her voice displayed a sense of urgency
mixed with panic.
"Go ahead Barbara." Cheryl shrugged.
"Mistress Cheryl, please. I can't get a tattoo. You promised that I
wouldn't be permanently marked. Please, Mistress Cheryl, don't make me get a
tattoo." Barbara started crying.
"Oh, for God's sake, Barbara stop your crying. I promised that no
punishment would leave you permanently marked. I never agreed to anything
else. Besides, I talked to John about what I was planning and he said it would
be okay. Now let's not hear anymore about it! Don't make me have to use all my
new toys so soon. It's getting late, you wouldn't want the kids walking in
while you're getting punished, would you?"
The words rang like a rifle shot in Barbara's ears. She knew Cheryl
wasn't just threatening. She had no doubt that Cheryl would get great pleasure
in humiliating her in front of her children. She wouldn't let that happen, but
she did NOT want a tattoo, either.
"No, Mistress Cheryl. Please have mercy."
Cheryl smiled. "I am showing mercy by not whipping your ass right here
and now. Now stop crying and get your ass out of the car!"
Barbara began to extricate herself from the rear seat, but she could not
make the sobbing stop. She wiped her eyes before entering the shop. Once
inside, she followed Cheryl to the owner standing at the counter. Cheryl told
the owner who she was and that she had made an appointment for this session.
"Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I have everything ready." The owner said
and looked at Barbara. "Is she the girl you want it done to?"
"That's her." Cheryl replied.
The owner of the shop turned to Barbara and talked very politely to her.
He said that she appeared distraught and perhaps she did not want to have this
done. He advised her he would not do anything if she did not want it done. He
then asked her if she wanted to go through with it. Barbara thought for a
minute before answering "Yes." She wanted to say "no" but knew what would
happen to her for such an act of insubordination. She followed the owner to a
small booth. The owner sat down at a small table and motioned Barbara to take
the seat opposite him. As Barbara sat down, she noticed a small bottle of
alcohol and a small paper cup, which held a gold ring of about 1/2" in
diameter, on the table top.
"Okay, now which one is it to be?" The man asked as he grabbed a cotton
swab and began pouring the alcohol on it.
Barbara had no idea what the man was talking about. She stared back at
him with her lips pursed, ready to ask him what he meant, when Cheryl leaned
over her and unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed the blouse over Barbara's
shoulders and down her arms until Barbara's breasts were complete exposed.
Cheryl cupped her hand under Barbara's left breast and raised it gently.
"I think this one." Cheryl volunteered.
The man swabbed Barbara's nipple with alcohol and picked up a large
needle and poured alcohol over it. Barbara quivered when she realized what was
going to happen and she looked up at Cheryl's face and silently mouthed
"please." As she watched Cheryl smiling at her, she felt the man's hand on her
breast, squeezing the nipple. She winced as she felt the needle being pushed
through her tender breast. When she opened her tear filled eyes, the man was
removing the ring from the alcohol filled cup and pulling it open in
preparation to inserting it into her freshly punctured breast. She watched as
the ring was painfully forced through the hole and snapped into place. She
looked at this latest, more visible, token of her domination by Cheryl.
"Now, you mentioned something about a small tattoo?" The man was asking
Cheryl.
Barbara listened in shock as Cheryl explained to the tattooist that she
wanted a small, red heart with "Cheryl" printed across it. She waited while
the man flipped through the pages of his book until he found what he believed
Cheryl wanted. Cheryl nodded affirmatively and the man reached into the
cabinets behind him and brought out several bottles of ink. He prepared
another cotton swab by dousing it with alcohol.
"Where are we going to put this?" He asked. This time, he ignored
Barbara completely and spoke directly to Cheryl.
Cheryl ordered Barbara to stand up with her back to the man and to bend
forward with hands on the floor and legs spread widely. Barbara hesitated
then, realizing again that resisting would be fruitless, did what she was told.
Cheryl raised her skirt and tucked the hem back into the waistband.
"I'd like it right here." Cheryl touched the spot where she desired the
tattoo be placed.
Barbara felt Cheryl's finger touch her on the small area of skin between
her vagina and rectum. She began crying in embarrassment again. At least, she
thought, no one would be able to see it. She then thought about how she would
be unable to face the doctor for her annual check-up and pap smear, and what if
she were involved in an accident? What kind of woman would they think she was?
Her thoughts continued along those lines as the tattooist worked. The hum of
the machine sending countless needle pricks into flesh and the occasional
wiping by the artist seemed to go on forever. Finally, the ordeal was over.
The man placed a mirror between her legs so that she could see what he had
done. Barbara looked, but her eyes were so full of tears that she saw nothing.
She heard him explain how to care for the tattoo and she took the sample tube
of salve he offered. She heard Cheryl settle the bill with the shop owner. She
heard Beth and June giggling as they talked about the piercing and marking of
her body. She stood up when she was told to do so and, still dazed and
confused, she followed Cheryl out of the store and back into the car. She saw
and heard all that went on during the last 15 minutes, or so, but Barbara saw
only images and heard only sounds. Her mind refused to focus on anything going
on around her. She only thought of the ring in her nipple and the permanent
marking carved between her legs. She thought of how she had fallen to this.
During the ride home Barbara started to regain control of her thoughts
again. She was teased and made to display her nipple and tattoo to Beth and
the giggling June. She noticed how tender and concerned Beth had been during
her examination while June was more like Cheryl, cold and domineering.
Barbara, who once disliked and feared Beth, had suddenly developed a genuine
liking towards her. She knew Beth was a lesbian, of course, but, after all she
had done these past few weeks, lesbianism had come to be accepted by her -- not
that she liked it. No, she still detested the thought of licking another
woman's vagina, but it no longer caused her stomach to turn.
The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a private house.
June opened the door and got out.
"Thanks a lot, Cheryl. I really had a blast today." The teenager was
all smiles and excited as she talked. "Don't forget to tell her."
"Your welcome, June. No I won't forget, just don't YOU forget the
rules." Cheryl replied.
"Not to worry. I wouldn't do anything that would mess up this
arrangement." June turned her attention to the back seat. "So long Beth.
Nice meeting you. And Barbara. It was so nice to see you again. Good bye for
now I'll see you again, soon." June shut the door and hurriedly walked up to
the house as the car backed out the drive.
"If I have anything to do with it, you'll never see me again." Barbara
said to herself as she watched June disappear into the house. She wondered
what June had reminded Cheryl to tell her. It didn't matter. It was 2:20 and
her ordeal for today was over. She would soon be back to being mom again and
looked forward to seeing her children come home from school. People who truly
loved her and lavished that love on her. She needed that now. At the past
sessions, John had been there and, although he did very little physically to
comfort her, his presence and loving looks would provide Barbara with the
strength she needed to go on.
A deep sigh escaped Barbara's lips as the car pulled to a halt in her
driveway. She waited for Cheryl's permission to get out and hoped on hope that
she and Beth would not want to come in. Cheryl twisted around in her seat and
spoke directly to Barbara.
"Well that's all the fun for today, Barb. Did you have as good a time as
we had?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara lied. Then, to her surprise, Barbara
blurted out "I just wish I didn't have to get a tattoo, Mistress Cheryl. It
hurt so bad, and I feel so ashamed about it." After it came out, Barbara
wished she could take it back. She had come so far, she hoped she hadn't
spoiled it and cause Cheryl to get angry and punish her in front of the kids
coming home.
"You'll get over it. Besides, no one will ever see it unless you or I
want them to." Cheryl dismissed Barbara's protest without even a threat of
punishment. "Listen, during lunch June asked if she could bring Paul over to
see you. I told her she could BUT she couldn't come before 10 a.m. and had to
be out by 1. I figure that would give you plenty of time to get your housework
done and still leave them enough time to play. You will do whatever they ask,
but they are not to punish you. They will report any misbehavior to me and I
will determine if punishment is justified. You will prepare the enema she'll
give you. I told her one and a half quarts maximum. They'll be here tomorrow
at ten. Be ready and answer the door completely nude. I also told her no more
pictures. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara was devastated by that news. How could
she ever let a pair of teenagers -- who she once baby-sat -- boss her around
and make her do any disgusting sex act they could think of. As if the rest of
the day wasn't enough to degrade her and make her lie awake tonight with
thoughts of disgrace, this would be enough to make sure she spent the night
worrying.
"Just be sure you do as told and you'll be okay. After all, they're only
kids. What could they possibly demand of you that you haven't already done?
Come up front and give me a kiss good bye." Cheryl slid from under the
steering wheel and placed one leg on the seat.
Barbara knew where Cheryl expected to be kissed. It was getting to be
routine. She looked around to make sure no neighbors were around before she
got out of the back and got into the front of the car. Cheryl hiked her skirt
up and Barbara knelt on the floor and began licking her pussy. She was amazed
at how wet Cheryl was and hoped she would not be expected to bring her to
orgasm out in the open like this. As she was licking, Barbara thought she
noticed the blinds of the neighbors house move. She slouched lower and buried
her head deeper in Cheryl's legs. Finally, Cheryl's legs closed and Barbara's
head came up. She could feel the pussy juice all over her lips and cheeks.
She got up and exited the car.
"Good bye, Mistress Cheryl. Good bye, Mistress Beth." She said.
Barbara waited for them to return her good bye before she turned and walked
into the house.
**************
Barbara barely finished cleaning herself up and changing clothes when the
kids popped through the door. For now, her world was normal again. She did not
have any time left to worry about June and Paul or her aching nipple and
tattoo. She kept busy making snacks, breaking up little spats, preparing
dinner and all the things she had done for 7 years. Things she loved doing for
people she loved. As she watched the kids drink their milk and watch the
afternoon comics on TV, she thanked God that they did not have to come home to
the scene of their mother nude and being spanked. She walked into the living
room and gave them both a big hug and told them she loved them.
John arrived home just as dinner was done. He only had time to wash up
and sit down at the table before Barbara started serving. He looked at his
wife and wondered how her day had gone. They never spoke of the sessions with
Cheryl while the kids were home and awake. Cheryl had told him of her plans to
have Barbara's nipple pierced and a little tattoo put on her. At first he
objected but Cheryl showed him pictures of women with rings in their nipples,
labia, nose and even tongues and they did not seem bothered by them. Cheryl
also promised that the tattoo would done in a place where nobody would notice
and would be very small. She did not tell him what the tattoo would look like
and he was dying to see where it was placed and what it was, if she had gotten
one at all. Barbara gave no indication that she was in any pain, in fact, she
seemed more cheerful than she had been in a long time.
Barbara finished putting the dinner on the table and sat down to eat.
She smiled at John, but a tear formed in her eye and she stretched her blouse
tight over her breast to show John the outline of the ring placed there. He
looked at the ring, then her face, but said nothing. She was dying to tell him
about her day and how embarrassed she was. She also wanted to ask him why he
gave permission to Cheryl to have this done to her. At that instant, she found
it very easy to hate him for going along with Cheryl in her plan to mutilate
her. That impulse passed quickly as she realized that John was a kind, peaceful
man who hated to make waves. She thought for a moment then came to the
conclusion that John was a wimp in front of women -- but he was her wimp and
she loved him.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the house and caring for the
kids while John worked in the basement. His finishing of the basement was
something he had started almost a year ago and was now nearing completion.
Barbara couldn't wait for the kid's playroom and her laundry room to be done.
It would give them so much more room in the main part of the house. Finally,
it was time to tuck the kids into bed, a task Barbara cherished. When they
were all snug and sound asleep, Barbara stepped into the bathroom to take care
of herself.
Barbara emerged from the hot shower and toweled herself off. She
couldn't resist grabbing the hand mirror and looking at the tattoo. She would
be able to tolerate it a lot better, she thought, if "Cheryl" wasn't inscribed
through the damn thing. The placing of her tormentor's name in that spot made
her feel like some cheap biker slut. That is probably the exact effect Cheryl
wanted to accomplish, she told herself. She looked at her nipple with the ring
dangling through it. There was hardly any pain at all coming from it. To be
sure, she was tender there, especially if she pulled on the ring slightly, but
to her amazement, under normal circumstances she barely noticed it. The good
news was that the ring could easily be removed and, she assumed, the hole would
close like the hole in an ear when no earring had been inserted for a period of
time. She slipped into her robe and walked into the bedroom where she sprawled
out on the bed and watched TV while she waited for John. She soon heard the
shower running and knew John would be coming to bed momentarily.
John walked into the bedroom completely nude, as usual, after he took a
shower. Barbara watched him while he walked over to the bed. She looked at his
cock sway from side to side with each step he took and a yearning came over
her. When he laid down on the bed next to her, Barbara opened her robe and
completely exposed her body to him. She said not a word as he leaned on one
elbow and examined the ring.
"Well, it's not as bad as I thought. In fact, I think it looks kinda
sexy on you." John said as his finger lightly traced circles around Barbara's
nipple. "Does it hurt?"
"Not so much now, but it hurt like hell when he put the hole through it."
Barbara watched John's finger and watched as her nipple began to stand erect.
A wave of excitement came over her when she saw his dick begin to twitch and
grow. "It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the other thing."
"What other thing?" John asked. He looked at Barbara's body from head
to toe and didn't see the tattoo he had expected, but, judging from Barbara's
statement, it was there somewhere. He guessed it was on her butt and she'd
have to roll over to let him see it.
"This other thing!" Barbara's legs sprung wide open.
John looked at both of her thighs before noticing the tattoo. He had
never seen a tattoo placed there before. Cheryl was right. It was small --
barely an inch square, and it sure wouldn't be noticed by a casual observer.
He lowered his head to read the writing and felt his face turn red. He wasn't
sure whether the reaction was from his embarrassment of allowing Cheryl to do
this to his wife or from hatred of Cheryl for having the audacity to have her
name put on the tattoo.
"Son of a BITCH!" He exclaimed. He looked at Barbara, who had begun to
cry. He moved up the bed and cradled her head in his hands and kissed her
lightly. "I'm sorry, honey. She told me a small tattoo placed where no one
would see it. I expected a rose or something on your butt. I never expected
this. THAT BITCH!"
Barbara stifled her tears and looked at John's eyes. She believed him.
She saw from his reaction that he was as hurt as she was by the tattoo on her
body. She lifted her head and returned his kiss.
"John, do you remember that bratty little June I used to baby sit?" She
asked. She had to find out for herself just how much John knew about today's
plans.
"Yeah. The spoiled little 'know-it-all'. She had a brother, didn't she?
Yeah, I remember her. What about her?" John wondered what made Barbara bring
her name up.
"Well, she came along with us today. She is just as big a smart ass
today as she was back then." Barbara went on to fill John in on the entire
day's occurrences. She left nothing out -- not the enema to start the day, not
the dildo sucking in the car, not the luncheon without utensils nor the peeing
in the parking lot afterwards. She recalled each incident in great detail. As
she talked, she noticed John's cock getting bigger and bigger. She realized
that relating the day's events to him was making him horny. It was hard for
her to believe that as much as he loved her, and she truly believe he loved
her, he could get sexually excited by her being forced to commit such
disgusting things. It may have been hard to believe, but it was becoming more
and more evident with each word she spoke. Before she could finish, John was
on top of her. He smothered her with kisses and caressed her with kind,
whispering words. She wanted him now. She needed him. She forgot all about
the tattoo and nipple ring as he entered her. The love- making was mutually
intensive and sincere. It ended with them both climaxing at the same time,
something that rarely occurred. When it was over, John rolled off her and lay
staring at the ceiling completely exhausted.
Barbara stared into space as she told John about June and Paul's planned
visit the next day. She told him how humiliated and dirty she felt about the
prospects of such a visit. As she told him her fears of what they might demand
of her, his hand reached for hers. He whispered in her ear she should not
worry and, after all she's been through, it would be easy. He patted her arm
and went to sleep. Barbara continued to worry and stare into the darkness.
She didn't know at what time she fell asleep, but it was hours later.
************
Barbara poured herself another glass of milk with the hope it would
settle her stomach. She knew it wouldn't help, but she gulped it down anyway.
The sickness in her stomach and her shaking hands were caused by anxiety. She
sat nude at the kitchen table and watched the clock slowly tick its way to 10
o'clock. She went over to the sink and was rinsing the empty glass when she
heard a car pull into her drive and the sound of 2 doors slamming. She took a
deep breath and said out loud "This is it." as she started towards the back
door. Her trembling hand turned the knob and swung the door open.
"Good morning, Barbara." June said as she led her grown brother past
Barbara and into the house. "Paul was so excited when I showed him your
picture and told him about today that he just couldn't wait to get here."
Barbara did not respond to June's comments as she closed the door and
followed them into the kitchen. She would never have recognized Paul. Over
the years he had grown beyond her expectations. He had to be at least 6' tall
and had developed a very muscular build. Barbara guessed that he was involved
in school sports. She noticed the tightness of his body, particularly his rear
end, and remembered her high school days when everyone looked like that. When
he turned around to face her, she also noticed a decided bulge in his pants.
Her head jerked up and she saw that his face still sported the features of a
child. His curly blond hair, bright green eyes and boyish grin looked out of
place on that body. She remained silent and waited for one of them to say
something.
"Hi, Barbara. It's good to see you again." Paul stammered, in obvious
discomfort. "It's been quite a while since we've seen each other. You look
good."
"Hello, Paul. Thank you." Barbara replied. She smiled at the teen's
choice of words. His eyes walked over her naked body a thousand times as he
spoke. She found some solace in the fact he found her still good looking.
"Yes, it has been a long time. You look all grown up and pretty good yourself.
What have you been up to lately?" Barbara hoped the casual questioning would
delay the inevitable domination of her by June and thought that perhaps it
would serve to get on Paul's good side, so to speak.
"Enough of the bullshit small talk!" June snapped. She was getting
irritated by the delay and couldn't wait to demonstrate her control to her baby
brother. "You'd better get your role here straight. From now on it's
'Mistress June' and 'Master Paul'! Now get that enema ready so we can get on
with it!"
"Yes, Mistress June." Barbara was stunned by June's tone. She scampered
to the bathroom and retrieved the enema kit. Without stopping, she measured
out a quart of warm water and poured it into the bag before offering it to
June.
"A little light here, aren't we? I distinctly remember Cheryl telling me
a quart AND a half. Now get it right!" June shoved the bag back towards
Barbara.
Barbara shivered as she added the additional water to the bag. She
realized she was in for it today. June was much more sardonic and sadistic
then she had imagined. She handed the bag back to June and bent over the table
with legs spread wide when June ordered. She waited while June called Paul
over and pointed out the tattoo in her crotch. Another order from June had
Barbara reach back and spread her cheeks to expose her rectum to the teenagers.
At the last minute, June had decided that Barbara should lubricate her rectum
with her own saliva. Embarrassed, Barbara put her finger in her mouth and
collected the saliva which she deposited on her rear opening. Dissatisfied
with the results, June ordered her to get more and put it inside. Barbara
began to cry again as she returned the finger to her mouth and then back to her
anus where she inserted it and worked it around. When she pulled her finger
out, she felt the large douche nozzle roughly jammed in its place and the warm
water begin to fill her bowels. After the bag emptied June had her place her
finger back into her ass to hold back the flow.
"It seems the tides have turned, Barbara." June spoke directly into
Barbara's ear. "You never knew how much I despised your authority over me back
then, but, before the day is over, you're gonna find out what I felt like. Now
go relieve yourself and report back to the living room!"
Barbara ran into bathroom and sat on the toilet. Fear, instilled by
June's last words, gripped her entire body as she sat there. She knew she had
to face whatever June had in mind or face the wrath of Cheryl. She decided
that facing June might be the easier of the two, especially since Paul was
present. If he was still the good kid that he once was, he wouldn't allow his
sister to really harm her. She flushed the toilet and cleaned herself up
before leaving the room.
When Barbara walked into the living room, June ordered her to lay across
the coffee table with legs spread and play with herself. Barbara tearfully
obeyed and positioned herself on the table and began fingering her pussy. She
was temporarily blinded when June turned on a lamp and positioned the shade in
a manner that directed the light to the area between her legs. She saw Paul
move over and kneel down between her knees as he watched. Embarrassed, she
closed her eyes. A stinging slap to side of Barbara's face made her open them
again.
"Keep your eyes open, bitch! I want you aware of everything that's going
to happen to you." June said.
Barbara continued to masturbate with her eyes open, but filled with
tears. She followed each of June's directions. She had to move her hand
faster, use more fingers, use her other hand to spread her pussy lips so Paul
would get a better view. When June became bored with watching her playing with
her pussy, she had to use one hand on her pussy and the other to probe her ass.
It was totally degrading. Barbara had a plain view of the clock and each time
she looked at it, the hands didn't appear to have moved. She heard June ask
Paul a question and the next thing she knew Paul's dick was dangling over her
face. He lowered himself until the large, young cock knocked against her lips.
She opened her mouth and took him in. As she sucked Paul's dick and played
with her pussy and ass, Barbara heard some rustling from June's direction.
"That's enough foreplay. Get on your knees and come over here and suck
my titties."
Barbara looked at the direction the voice came from and saw June had
stripped naked and was half sitting, half lying on the sofa. She crawled over
to her and began to lick and suck each of her tits. As she sucked, she felt
Paul fingering her vagina and anus. It surprised her when her hips started to
move backwards towards his probing hands seeking even deeper penetration. She
became aware of June's hands now on the top of her head swirling her hair
between the young girls fingers. She felt the first faint pangs of the orgasm
building inside her and moaned softly as she licked. As her hips increased the
pace of their undulations, Barbara felt the hands on her head exerting gently
pressure, pushing her lips downward. She needed no further orders or coaxing.
She allowed her body to take full control of her actions in spite of the
objections in her mind. She worked her tongue down across June's stomach and
her lips kissed their way to the spot between the teen's legs that they were
seeking. The probing hands behind her stopped and she was about to ask Paul
not to stop when she felt the tip of his penis press against the lips of her
vagina. With a backward motion of her hips, she forced Paul's cock into her.
Her cravings would soon be over. The hands on her head tightened their grip
and pressed her mouth harder against June's pussy. Barbara's mind kept telling
her that this physical thing would be over soon but she'd have to feel the
shame and the guilt for the rest of her life. She knew it was true, but she
was at the point where she had no control over her body. She lapped deeper and
harder and the dick inside her worked quicker and stronger. She knew that all
three of them would soon find the bliss they were after.
Afterwards, after Paul's cock spewed its semen deep inside her womb and
June's orgasm filled her mouth with the sweet nectar of woman, Barbara lay
motionless and exhausted with her lips still pursed against June's vagina and
her butt still high in the air. Paul had collapsed in a heap on the floor
while his sister still had her eyes closed and her fingers busied themselves
playing with Barbara's hair.
It was June who began stirring first. She awoke from her kittenish dream
to become the lion she had been before. Her crude language and stern voice
frightened even Paul. Barbara was first forced to lie on the floor with her
legs spread apart in front of June while June worked her foot into Barbara's
vagina. Then Barbara was made to lick Paul's semen from the dripping foot. It
didn't take Barbara long to realize that June was a natural when it came to
degrading and humiliating any willing, or coerced, victim within her control.
When June ordered Barbara to get a dildo, she went into a tirade when Barbara
told her she had none. June stomped to the refrigerator and returned with a
variety of vegetables, hot dogs and sausages which she forced Barbara to insert
into her pussy and ass. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Barbara
blushing and crying as she performed every perverted act June could think of.
Her tongue had licked June's and Paul's assholes, pussy, cock, balls, even the
soles of June's shoes. Her poor vagina and rectum had been used by hands,
feet, bananas, carrots, ears of corn, and the Polish Kielbasa she had planned
to serve for dinner. June was still barking orders when Barbara heard the
clock strike one. As if on cue, she stopped what she was doing and stood up.
"It is now 1 o'clock. I want you two to leave my house NOW!" Still
red-faced and in tears, Barbara watched as June and Paul jumped for their
clothes and hurriedly dressed before running out the door. Their response even
surprised Barbara who finally felt good seeing someone else jump to her
commands. When they were gone, she washed up and began to straighten the house
in preparation of her beloved, normal, evening with John and the kids.
***************
Barbara waited until they were again in bed for the night before she
recounted the events of the day to John. Again she noticed John getting an
erection as she told him of the tortures she went through. Just like the night
before, when she had finished her story John rolled on top of her. Tonight,
though, Barbara wanted nothing to do with sex. She told John she was not in
the mood but he paid no attention to her. She had never refused him when he
wanted sex before and decided that she wouldn't start now. She lied there like
a log until he was through and had rolled off of her.
"You know, John, sometimes you're a real pig." She said as she rolled
over onto her side with her back to him.
"I'm sorry, Barb. I just get so excited listening to you." John's
apology fell on deaf ears. He decided now would be as good a time as any to
tell her. "Look, Barb. There's something I've got to tell you...."
Barbara listened, at first in disbelief and then in horror, as John told
her of Cheryl's plans for the future. When he was through, she said nothing.
She stared at the wall and began crying. She cried until there were no more
tears left to cry and the sun began to rise.
Part 5: The Final Descent
"Hi, Barbara. This is Cheryl."
Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the
other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told
her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She
spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would change
this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful
when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and
she groped for a chair to sit down in. She opened her mouth to speak, but no
words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost somewhere in the deep
recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of her degradation and
humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to her.
"Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no idea
why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one
of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her to
perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more.
More, perhaps, than Barbara could give.
"Has John told you about my move?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't
give me any details or elaborate any further."
"Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell Barbara herself
just so she could see the expression on her face. "Well, in that case, I'll be
there for lunch today at around 12:30. Don't make anything to eat, I'll bring
it with me. You just get yourself ready, a robe will be fine, and we'll discuss
just exactly what is expected of you and what your options are."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had hardly gotten the words out of her
mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver. She placed the phone on the
cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what John had
told her.
John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans. It was,
after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move. Cheryl was divorcing Don. Don
had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample support money while
Cheryl to movie into Barbara's quest room. That was all he said, and that was
all that had to be said. Barbara couldn't help but think that Cheryl was
positioning herself to steal John away from her. She refused to accept that
scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep John. She became
determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came to lunch and to, at
the very least, voice her opposition to the move. Her mind made up, she got up
from the table and began to get herself prepared for Cheryl.
***************
Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbara's house for
lunch. She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call it her home
as well. She saw Barbara sitting at the table wearing only a robe and obviously
startled by the sudden intrusion. She laid the bags of Chinese take-out she
purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the cabinets to get
the plates and utensils they would need.
"Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barb. You
knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her disappointment
in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I guess
the time just slipped up on me." Barbara got up and went over to help Cheryl
ready the meal. She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and carried them
to the table.
"I guess you have had a lot to think about lately. Let's eat first and
then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults. Okay?"
"Okay, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara agreed.
The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word to
each other. Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbara was as she
picked through her meal. She wondered if Barbara's uneasiness was due to worry
about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it was
brought on by the planned move. When she had finished eating, Cheryl pushed her
plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbara nibble at the plate of
Mandarin Beef and Rice. Finally, the tension between the two women became to
much for Cheryl to bear.
"What's the matter, Barbara? Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while
reaching in her purse for a cigarette.
"No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl. I'm just not used to
eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today." Barbara replied.
Barbara's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she sat
down at the table to eat. She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply, exhaling
the smoke through her nostrils. She guessed it was time to get on with
explaining the conditions of her move to Barbara. She wasn't quite sure how to
go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to sort of get her
fired up.
"Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it. I guess it's best
if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the table
and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and crossed her
feet on the coffee table.
Barbara picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the
counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl. When she entered
the living room, Barbara was not sure what she was supposed to do. Thinking it
better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed her position in
the center of the room.
"No need to assume the position just yet, Barbara. Sit down and let's get
whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl motioned for
Barbara to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and watched as the naked
woman sat. For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbara looked better now than when
she first saw her nude only about a couple of months ago. She seemed to look
more sensuous than ever before. She studied the woman, nude but for a dog
collar around her neck, for a few moments before beginning.
"Okay Barbara. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. I assume it's
about my new living arrangements. If it is, I want to know what you find so
troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it out in
the ashtray.
"Well, Mistress Cheryl, I..."
"Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbara. Call me Cheryl."
Cheryl was hoping to get Barbara to open up and drop her guard.
Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you expect of
me. I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even though I
found most of them disgusting. The only thing that got me through most of those
things was knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be back home and away
from it all. Now, if you're living here, will there ever be an end? I don't
think I could live every moment like that." Barbara began to cry and covered
her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl directly. "One more thing, I can't help
but think that you're trying to take John away from me. I can't, ... I won't,
let that happen. Believe me, I'll do whatever I have to do to prevent that from
happening. I mean, I'll resort to any means within me to stop it."
Having said her piece, Barbara wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat
back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply. She couldn't stop her hands from
trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them together. She
watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and spread them slightly
apart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn immediately to the spot
under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together. She noticed that Cheryl
wasn't wearing any underclothing and that caused her, for reasons unknown to
Barbara, to become aroused. Embarrassed, Barbara blushed and quickly shifted
her eyes to Cheryl's face.
Cheryl saw Barbara staring under her dress and noticed her face turning
beet red. She had hoped Barbara would provide her with an opening where she
could announce her full plans to her. What she got was more than she had hoped
for. She took her legs off the table and sat upright.
"Barbara, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on the
floor between my feet while I answer you."
Still trembling, Barbara got up and did as Cheryl requested. She sat down
between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an answer.
"First of all, Barbara." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about
John, you've already narrowed you options down to one. That option is you
remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married couples
are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do whatever I tell
you to do. Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you are to get yourself
ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude, of course. On those
nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to wait up for me, again nude
and ready. When John is present, you will also do whatever he desires, but you
must remember that I am your mistress and have absolute control over you. You
will be required to do whatever may amuse me at the moment, and to accept
whatever punishment I decide is fitting. From time to time, I may have company
of my own over for the evening. They may be male or female, but their presence
will not be an excuse for your not reporting here as scheduled. On occasion I
may make arrangements for you to appear elsewhere, without me or John. You will
go where ever I say and do whatever it is that I instruct you to do. I may
forbid you to sleep in your bed with John. I may have you sleep with me, or in
my bed while I sleep in yours with John, or even on the floor. You will do so
without question or hesitation. These rules also apply during the day while the
kids are in school. If you accept these conditions, you can remain here as
John's wife and mother of his children. If you do not accept them, John and I
have decided that he would leave you and file for divorce. With the photos and
'witnesses' we have, we should have no problem convincing the courts that you
are not a fit parent."
Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to sink
in. She watched Barbara's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs escaping
from her lips.
"On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad. I'll pay a
fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with the
housework. There may be times when you and John need to get out by yourselves
and I'll be available to watch the kids for you. That is if I haven't made
plans of my own. Just remember when you return, you must present yourself to me
no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag from the cigarette. "So,
Barbara, do you agree to the conditions?"
Barbara couldn't stop her sobbing. What possible choice did she have? She
thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting deeper and
deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was being dragged
further and further down into the depths. She was shocked to learn that John
had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him if she did not
agree to these despicable terms. She wished he were here now so that she might
confront him and see for herself if Cheryl were telling the truth. She couldn't
afford to take the chance of refusing the conditions set forth by Cheryl. Life
would be hell under the stated terms, but it would be completely unbearable
under the alternate circumstances.
"Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had forgotten that she had been
excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress." It came out of her mouth
instinctively.
"I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had no
idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of
Barbara. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John
for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or
curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact that
the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to live comfortably
without having to work, caused her to love her life more than ever before.
"Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform. Maybe you
should look at the pictures and videotapes again. As I recall, those
'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time. In fact, if I'm
not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with some very
heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced Barbara sitting
at her feet.
"And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my
dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. "Look
now, Barbara. Look up my dress and tell me what you see."
Barbara raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress. She stared at
Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist. She could just faintly pick up the
scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within. Cheryl was right. Barbara
was getting aroused again.
"I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl"
"Describe it to me Barbara. Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl was
smiling.
"I see your pussy. It's snuggled between your legs and hidden by wisps of
curly hair. It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbara continued to
stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away.
"Do you like the way my pussy looks?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began blushing again.
"Tell me, Barbara. Is the smell beginning to excite you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Would you like to kiss it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl.."
"Then ask me to allow you to, Barbara. Beg me to let you kiss and lick my
pussy. Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such pleasure."
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy. I want
to so much, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you until you come. I promise
I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll lick you all over, even your ass,
Mistress Cheryl. I'll suck your titties real nice. Please, please let me lick
you, Mistress Cheryl."
Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips.
She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina -- would
do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she would have
vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now, she craved it,
was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its warm moistness
against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded with her eyes.
"I'd like that very much, Barbara." Cheryl moved her hand down and pulled
up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbara. She began to
rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbara watched. "Yes, I'd love to
feel your tongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't think you
deserve it right now. For now, you'll have to be content with masturbating
yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers. Maybe later I'll let you
kiss my pussy, but not now. Lay down at my feet and start fingering yourself.
When I tell you to, take your hand out of your pussy and put it in your mouth
and suck all the juices off."
"No, Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you. I like that so much
better." Barbara pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg.
Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbara's hair.
"Shut up and do as you are told!"
Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbara slid down and laid on her back
with legs spread wide. Her hand began playing with her own vagina. Within
moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips. She opened her mouth and began
playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into her
mouth. She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump them
furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper. Her head
bobbed back and forth as she sucked Cheryl's toes as though they were a cock.
She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its crescendo. As the
orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbara felt Cheryl's hand pulling hers away from
its task.
"That's enough for now, Barbara. Now clean that hand off." Cheryl said.
Barbara quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and
sucked the juices from them. She wanted to get them clean quickly so that she
would be allowed to continue her masturbation.
"My, my, Barbara. That's disgusting. I thought you didn't like to do
disgusting things. Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue doing
disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked.
"Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl. I'll do more disgusting things. Please.
I've got to cum." Barbara begged with desperation. Her mind was focused on her
orgasm, and her orgasm only.
"Fine. Start licking your nipples. If I like the way you do it, I'll let
you do something else disgusting."
Barbara's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards. She bent her
neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit as she
began licking her own nipples. She frantically licked each nipple as she worked
her finger over the one not being tongued at the time. As she licked and
massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward searching for
fulfillment.
"Okay, Barbara. You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue. Now
let's see you work your fingers in your ass. You like playing with your ass,
don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I like it very much." Barbara quickly moved her
hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight opening.
"What do you think now, Barbara? Do you think this is so disgusting?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl. I mean, yes. It's disgusting, but I like it."
Barbara answered. She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she wanted to
do it.
Cheryl watched Barbara work her fingers in and out of her ass as fast and
as hard as the poor girl could. When it became obvious that she was once again
nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it.
"That's enough! I think I've made you do enough disgusting things today.
Put your hands behind your head."
Barbara's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side. She
couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now. She was so close.
Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped both
hands behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light another
cigarette and stare at her. Guilt was coming over her again. It seemed the
guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. She hated it. She
hated being forced to endure these degradations that made the guilt come back.
She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while Cheryl smoked her cigarette
and watched. Cheryl's glare made her even more uncomfortable and caused the
guilt to increase. Despite all the guilt and humiliation, Barbara still felt
her body craving an orgasm. She had come so close -- to close to stop now. She
blushed bright red as she looked at Cheryl staring at her crotch, but she was
also getting off on being watched. She had only one wish at the moment. She
wished Cheryl would let her continue masturbating.
Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her
dress. She looked at the prone Barbara and placed the toe of her shoe against
the slave's vagina. This gesture drew an immediate response from Barbara as her
hips moved against the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to drive it into her.
"I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her silence
and spoke in a very business like tone. "John will be helping me move my things
so it shouldn't take all that long. Just be ready for me Saturday night. Until
then, you are not to have sex with anyone -- including John. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She was genuinely frustrated
and, at the same time, embarrassed.
"See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door leaving
Barbara lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head.
Barbara remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car start and pull
out of the driveway. She got herself up and looked out the window to confirm
that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and opened the
refrigerator. She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to replace the one put to
other uses by Julie. She set the sausage on the cutting board and made one,
clean, cut. She picked up the two pieces of meat and carried them into her
bedroom.
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The rest of the week went by without incident. John would come home from
work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue with his
remodeling project until bed time. Barbara tended to her duties around the
house as normal. Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to day routine.
Mentally, she was anything but normal. She thought about her last visit from
Cheryl often. She couldn't believe that she had actually let her body take
control of her mind to the extent that she was begging to lick Cheryl's pussy
and ass. Each time the memory came to mind, she would visibly shake and start
to sob. Her current state of mind caused her to worry almost every waking
moment. She worried about what she had become and about her marriage to John.
The two of them had hardly spoken to each other since he told her about Cheryl
moving in. Since that time, she had strong doubts about his love and concern
for her. She dreaded to think of what would become of the marriage once Cheryl
was living with them.
On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that he
was finished with the basement. He told Barbara that everything looked real
nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished moving
Cheryl's belongings in. The announcement seemed to cheer Barbara up and add a
special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her. She couldn't
wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room. It would be so great not to
have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters. She wanted to start
moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately, but John told her no and
ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time before the furniture
arrived. Her disappointment was evident and she didn't have to tell him, but
she did anyway. She saw no reason to clean the room again. After all, she had
just spent an entire day cleaning and hanging brand new drapes in the room when
after he had finished repainting it less than a month ago. His reply shocked
her. In so many words he had said that he didn't give a damn about what she
thought. He wanted the room spotless and smelling like it had been freshly
cleaned when Cheryl arrived. Barbara didn't argue. She did not want to start
the day off on a bad foot as far as John was concerned.
In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats,
Barbara was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull the
U-haul truck into the drive. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the
window. John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled her car into
the drive. She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly before walking to the
back door. Barbara quickly turned on the coffee pot and pretended she was busy
straightening the kitchen as Cheryl entered the room.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over." Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped down at the
kitchen table. "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and out of
Don's life. How are you doing, Barbara? Didja' miss me?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she carried the sugar and
creamer, along with three cups, over to the table.
"Good! I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night planned for us
all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbara's dress as she set the tray on the
table. "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around, it's just
plain 'Cheryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbara's panties and
snapped the elastic. "This, though, is a no-no at any time! From now on, you
will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my express permission to
do so. I suggest you remove them right this minute. Are you wearing a bra,
too?"
"No, I don't have a bra on. I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning
around the house." Barbara said as she slid the panties off her legs and placed
them in Cheryl's open hand.
"Good. I never did either. Bend down and open your mouth." Cheryl said as
she balled Barbara's panties in her hand. When Barbara bent down with her mouth
open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth. "Keep them there until the
kids come in, or I tell you to remove them."
Barbara's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and filled
three cups with the dark brew. She was carrying them to the table when John
entered.
"Oh! Thank God! Barb, you read my mine. I'm dying for a cup of coffee.
How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for Barbara to bring
the coffee and answer him. When she set the coffee in front of him, he looked
up and saw the tears in her eyes. Barbara opened her mouth and he saw why she
had not answered. He stood up and pried the panties out of her mouth and threw
them down on the table in front of Cheryl.
"Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while the
kids were around and could see." John was annoyed. "Let's not start this new
relationship off on a bad foot. Okay? I agreed to whatever you wanted, but I'll
not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice something out of
place."
Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst. She gathered Barbara's panties
into her hand and looked at Barbara.
"You're right, John. I apologize. I must not have been thinking clearly
when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A smile came
over Cheryl's face. "Come here, Barbara, and spread your legs."
Barbara walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl reached under
her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina. She looked over at
John and began to sob again.
"That will do for now. Later, we'll put them back in your mouth." Cheryl
smugly looked Barbara in the eye and began to sip her coffee.
The trio finished their coffees without much else being said. John was
the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do" as he
left for the truck. Barbara and Cheryl walked out behind him and began giving
him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart. When the last load had
been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed the truck doors
and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to follow him to the truck
rental agency and drive him home. He then told Barbara to start supper and get
the kids cleaned up. Barbara nodded in the affirmative and walked back into the
house to begin dinner as John and Cheryl left. While preparing the meal,
Barbara thought about taking the panties out of pussy, but feared that,
somehow, Cheryl might notice that she had done so and inflict further
punishment. She left them in place and put up with the discomfort while she
went about her duties.
Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away and
the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbara informed Cheryl that she was going in
to take her shower and asked what she should wear.
"I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight." Cheryl replied with a
sly grin..
"I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know." Barbara spat
out while pointing to her pussy.
"Now let's get something straight right away." Cheryl angrily shot back.
"The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara meekly answered. "What about my panties,
Mistress Cheryl?"
"When you're all finished with everything else, call me. I'll come in and
take care of the panties. Until then, leave them right where they are!"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara said with head bowed. "Mistress Cheryl,
may I ask a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've
been dying to see it. Would you please let him show it to me?"
"Oh, yes. I've heard about it. Of course, Barbara. When you're through
getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look. I'm rather anxious to
see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked.
Barbara went to the bathroom and began her shower. She carefully washed
her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area. When
through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her hair,
applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around her neck.
Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she walked to the
living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche.
"Let's all go see the basement first." Cheryl exclaimed.
Barbara followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear.
John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing out
the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR. He described how
he had insulated the room to prevent the sound from spreading through the house
and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids could use their
crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean. After the playroom,
he took equal pride in presenting his workshop, describing every detail,
without noticing the boredom on the women's face. Next, came the laundry room.
It was everything Barbara asked for and more. It was large and featured ample
space for the ironing board and iron with a clothes rack, for hanging clothes,
running the entire length of one wall. The best feature was the built in
laundry chute, which allowed Barbara to throw dirty clothes through a door in a
central location upstairs, and have them fall into a basket near the washer. A
small TV shelf was mounted on a shelf in the far corner. Barbara was beside
herself with glee and was oblivious of her nudity and situation. As she looked
around the room, she noticed another door on the wall to her right. She walked
up to it and attempted to turn the handle. It was locked.
"Where does this go to? Back to the play room?" Barbara spun around and
asked John.
"Uh, no. That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when asked
about the room. "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another
room..."
"Yes," Cheryl interrupted. "You see, we thought that it would be better
to have a room for us adults to use. You know, sort of a 'recreation room.' Do
you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John.
"Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and
retrieved a ring with several keys on it. He leafed through the set and picked
out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl.
Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the door.
She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside.
"After you, Barbara. After all, this room was really intended for your
use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room.
Barbara entered the room and immediately gasped out loud. Her hands flew
up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. "Oh, no. Oh,
no." were the only words she muttered as she looked around the room. It
resembled a medieval torture chamber equipped with devices similar to those she
saw at the leather goods shop. In the corner to her left was a small cabinet
atop of which sat a TV and video recording equipment. Along the same wall was a
large laundry basin and above it a shelf. On the shelf was an assortment of
enema bags and a douche bulb. The wall directly in front of her was left
uncovered and the cinder blocks were painted a dark gray. A number of large
hooks and eye bolts were anchored into the wall at various positions. On the
wall to her right hung belts, ropes, chains and the cat of nine tails she
remembered Cheryl purchasing. Also against that wall stood a small chest of
drawers. In the center of the room were two objects which were alien to
Barbara. One looked similar to a doctors examination table, complete with
stirrups. The other object appeared to be hand made and resembled a carpenter's
saw horse. It had a slightly wider board across the top which was padded and
covered with leather. One end was shorter that the other, as though the horse
were kneeling.. Near the bottom of each leg were eye bolts. Barbara looked up at
the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran across it. From several of the
beams hung chains and pulleys. She dropped her head and moved her hands upward
to cover her eyes as she cried.
"This room, Barbara, was originally designed as a punishment room for
those occasions when you require discipline." Cheryl said as she walked to the
center of the room and faced her slave. "We put a lot of thought into designing
it because we believed it would be in frequent use. The entire room is sound
proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may be in another part
of the house. To your right, next to the light switch, is a intercom from which
we can monitor what is going on upstairs. You know, the kids, or the doorbell,
etc. We were so thrilled with the way it came out that we decided to add the
video equipment and utilize it to record your punishments and humiliations. How
much time you spend in this room depends almost entirely on you. There may be
times that we will utilize the room for recording or other things that aren't
connected with punishment, but, for the most part, you should fear this room
and what it represents."
Barbara did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one
room she did not ever want to see again. It was the only room that retained the
hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with it. She shivered
as the dampness on her bare feet caused a chill to run through her body and she
thought about the things that might take place here.
"I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and,
perhaps, christen the room, Barbara." Cheryl stood with her arms folded across
her chest and looked at Barbara. The sight of the woman standing there, nude,
quivering, sobbing, in utter despair over her situation, gave Cheryl a rush.
The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused her to experience
an exhilaration like none she had never known. The mere thought of having a
cowering slave ready to lick her feet, or anything else, on command, created an
immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy.
Barbara looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze. She
had done nothing wrong. She did nothing that would call for her punishment. She
was about to say so, but thought that might give them reason to escalate their
plans for her in this room. Instead, she looked back at Cheryl and spread her
legs wide.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of your pussy!" Cheryl
demanded.
Barbara reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into her pussy
and grabbed the edge of the panties. She was surprised at how wet they had
become and how easily they slid out of her. She held them out towards Cheryl,
gripping them with the same two fingers she used to retrieve them from within
her.
"What are you handing them to me for? I don't want those smelly things.
Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked as she
glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in a
halting gesture. "Oh, wait! Dammit, John. We should have this on video tape.
Let's start over. John set up the equipment and Barbara, put them back in your
pussy."
John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set everything
up as Barbara began inserting the panties back into her vagina. She used her
index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from where she had
just pulled them. She turned to face the video camera, and John, as Cheryl
ordered and waited for the command to restart her "performance."
"Ok, Barbara, let's run through this." Cheryl began. "When I say
'Action!', what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara
shakily replied.
"Yes, yes. And then what?"
Barbara was befuddled. She had no idea what she was to do next.
"I... I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl"
"Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in your
pussy? Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back there
later? Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out from your
cunt?"
"My... my... mouth?, I should put them in my mouth, Mistress Cheryl?"
"See? You do remember. It's amazing how well your memory functions when
punishment looms ahead. Are we ready yet, John?"
John nodded affirmatively. Barbara was momentarily blinded when John
turned on the camera's bright lights. She stood there in the lights' heat and
waited for Cheryl's signal. At the command, she reached back into her pussy and
retrieved her panties again. She held them up to the camera at Cheryl's
prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out. She was humiliated
beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her face. A prod on
her ass from Cheryl and Barbara opened her mouth and brought the stinking, wet
panties closer. She smelled her juices mingled with the sweat accumulated
through a day's worth of housework. Her stomach wrenched and began to feel
queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and touched her tongue. Cheryl
whispered asides to Barbara, telling her to face the camera, stuff them
entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. When Barbara closed her mouth,
making the panties disappear from the camera's view, the camera stopped rolling
and Cheryl applauded. The hot lights, however, stayed lit.
"Now we can finish cleaning you up. Douche time, Barbara, then enema
time. Isn't this fun, Barbara?"
Barbara's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which
caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically. Cheryl took Barbara's arm
and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling again and
followed the women. Barbara, tears streaming down her cheeks, was forced to
face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the panties to protrude from
between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche and enema. Her eyes widened
when Cheryl held up the enema nozzle in front of them and applied a thin
coating of KY Jelly.
Cheryl ordered Barbara to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs
spread wide. Barbara complied. Cheryl then ordered her to reach around and
spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera." Embarrassed, humiliated and
sobbing, Barbara again complied. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the
accompanying flow of water begin to fill her. Within seconds, she felt the
large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina. The liquid shot up
to her cervix and rushed back down, creating a trickling stream of vinegar and
water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of her bare feet. She
felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a vain attempt to stem the
flow.
Barbara was at the point where she found it almost impossible to hold any
more of the enema inside her.. She felt it begin to leak out her rectum and
dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche escaping her cunt
and flowed to the floor. Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the enema nozzle
and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Cheryl ordered her to use one hand to
squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. Barbara took one hand
from her buttocks and squeezed her pussy as tightly as she could as Cheryl
slowly removed the nozzle from it. Cheryl then pushed a butt plug, the large,
penis shaped one purchased at the adult novelty store, into Barbara's other
hand and told her to get ready to insert it as soon as the enema nozzle was
removed. It was all Barbara could do to get the butt plug into her ass as
quickly as necessary to stop the water from gushing out. Still bent over, ass
to the whirring camera, one hand squeezing her vagina while the other held the
butt plug in place, Barbara wept profusely.
Barbara stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl. Her crying
had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in turn, had
allowed the wad of panties to protrude. She found it impossible to smile for
the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a sympathetic, tear filled,
smile. The image of her standing there, in that predicament, caused John and
Cheryl to break out in laughter once more. As soon as Cheryl allowed her to,
Barbara made a quick dash to the bathroom to get rid of the liquids that filled
her. She heard the continued laughter while she ran and Barbara wanted to die.
Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbara
returned. In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather dog
collars similar to the one around Barbara's neck. The only difference being the
ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one Barbara wore.
Barbara soon learned that these "collars" were, in actuality, wrist and ankle
cuffs. As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and legs, Barbara noticed that each
cuff sported its own snap clasp which dangled freely. When completed with her
task, Cheryl stepped back and pondered her handiwork.
"Well I think they really look good on you Barbara. They go so well with
your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you. In fact, I like them
so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you present
yourself. It might save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward and freed a
clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a wrist cuff. She
placed her hand under Barbara's chin and raised her down- cast eyes up to meet
hers. She stared deeply into them as Barbara did to hers.
"John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass,
Barbara." Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?
You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh?
Barbara, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head up and down
as tears began flowing again.
"Yes, I thought so. You, being the slut you are, would certainly enjoy
anything being shoved up your ass. Well, take those panties out of your mouth
and crawl over to him and get him ready. Take his pants off and start sucking
him until he's good and hard."
Barbara dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John. As soon
as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that John needed
no further attention to get ready. His cock had swollen to its limit and pushed
its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she pulled his pants down.
She hooked her finger into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down
to his pants, already at his ankles. John stepped out of both and stood before
her. She gently cradled his testicles with one hand and used the other hand to
begin feeding his cock over her flicking tongue and into her mouth. She sucked
his cock deep into her mouth, until she felt the tip banging against the back
of her neck. Her head bobbed and her hand feverishly massaged his balls. She
felt John's hands on the back of her head as he held her firmly while thrusting
his hips forward in an attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into
her. In what seemed like only a few moments after she had begun sucking,
Barbara felt Cheryl hands pulling her backwards.
"Whoa. I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'." Cheryl exclaimed as
she pulled Barbara away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet. "Let's see
how this table works now, shall we?"
Cheryl pulled Barbara over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at
its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam connecting the
two sets of legs. When Barbara was in position, Cheryl bent down and fastened
the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed into the
table's legs. In this position, Barbara's head was barely 18 inches off the
floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards offering anyone behind
her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. Cheryl stepped back to survey
the scene and decided the bench needed repositioning. She bent back down and
began turning a small crank handle connected to a worm gear that ran the length
of the table. As she cranked, the table's legs spread wider apart causing the
entire unit to move lower and the victim's arms and legs to spread wider and
wider. When she noticed Barbara begin to wince in pain from the spreading of
her legs, Cheryl stopped cranking and stepped back again for another look. This
time Barbara's head was almost touching the floor while her legs were spread so
wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia and anus open.
"Perfect!" Cheryl announced. She walked behind the outspread Barbara and
slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place. "She's all yours, John."
John moved in behind Barbara and pointed the end of his dick at the
puckered hole before him. Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video
camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more.
"Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted. "Damn! I'm so excited I'm forgetting
everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl and took out
the large black vibrator. As she began to insert it into Barbara's dripping
vagina, she turned the switch on the bottom and the vibrator started humming
and vibrating intensely. The vibrating startled Barbara and she lurched forward
uncontrollably.
"OK! Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed a
final, firm statement to assure its accuracy.
Barbara felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again. This time
there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or
vocalizing. Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched its
way past the tight opening. Once the tip had made it way past the rim, the rest
of the cock followed easily. She felt its length deep within her belly. She
felt it pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina. As John began
pumping his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbara's ass. the vibrator
would press against her clitoris, shooting unholy sensations through her body.
Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and downfallen, Barbara felt the
beginning of an orgasm to build within her. She could not fight it. She
couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to happen now, under these circumstances.
She couldn't focus her mind on the disgusting objects around her or the
smiling, leering Cheryl watching the goings on with sinister joy. She had no
control over her own body at these times. She felt her hips beginning to move
back and forth in syncopation with John's. The vibrations emanating from the
object thrust into her pussy seemed to intensify as John's thrusts became
faster and harder. Her hands gripped the legs of the table and her fingernails
dug into the hard wood as her swooning began. Soon, very soon, Barbara knew her
entire body would be overcome by the dizzying, tingling, ultimate high known as
orgasm. Her ears began ringing so loudly she couldn't hear her own words.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!"
Barbara's screams caught Cheryl by surprise. She had never heard, nor
seen, Barbara so uninhibited and so wild. She double checked the camera's view
finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the lens. She
would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbara to watch over and over again.
She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and knew that he had come.
At almost the same instant, Barbara began twitching and shaking violently and
Cheryl knew that she, too, had reached Heaven's gate. Cheryl felt a warm
rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked down to see her own hand
massaging it through her dress. She stopped abruptly and stood, motionless,
watching the husband and wife come back down to Earth.
When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his
shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis. He was gasping for air and
unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl.
Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbara. After staring at the semen
dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina, Cheryl
grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out. She gently tossed it
onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbara's cuffs from the table's legs.
When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its coolness with her
legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbara.
"Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked directly
at Barbara's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really expecting, a
response. "Crawl over here, Barbara and start licking my pussy and ass. I want
you to lick them like you've never licked them before. I want to have the
biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!"
Barbara rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl. Now that her
orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control. She never
looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and John eagerly
watching, as she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and began to lick her
vagina. She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress and let it fall open,
exposing her body, and Barbara's face, to the camera's lens. Barbara reached
around Cheryl's hips and began to work her fingers towards her ass. She
playfully ran the tips of her fingernails over and around the rim before
shoving one into the tight hole as she shoved her tongue deep into her vagina.
She felt Cheryl push against her mouth, then finger in a slow, methodical
rhythm. When Cheryl's hand began pushing her head tighter against the sweet
twat, Barbara realized that Cheryl's orgasm was not far off. She worked her
tongue faster and let it emerge from her pussy only long enough to trace the
edge of the opening occupied by her probing finger. She wanted this over
quickly. She wanted this to end now. She knew from experience that the only way
to end this night would be to provide Cheryl with what she demanded -- one big
fucking orgasm. As she was thinking it, it happened. Cheryl's juices filled her
mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for Barbara to continue licking.
She moved her head away slightly and withdrew her finger from Cheryl's ass and
let it drag across her cunt and over the clitoris as Cheryl quivered.
"That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbara. It would mean the
night was drawing to a close. Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John to
stop the recorder.
"Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. How about you, John?"
"You bet. It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest fuck
I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to
Cheryl.
"It is now 11:45. I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbara. At
1, and not before, you may come upstairs. While you're here, feel free to look
around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have purchased for you.
You should look and remember what you see. You should pray that we never have
occasion to use these toys. It will serve to remind you of what lies in store
should you dare to disobey or show disrespect." Cheryl walked to the door and
stood aside as John exited, then turned back to Barbara. "When you leave, lock
the door then report to my bedroom. Waken me by licking my asshole. Lick as
long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked out of the room and shut the door
behind her.
At first Barbara refused to look around the room. She did not want to see
these obscene instruments of torture and lust. As the clock slowly ticked off
the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of her. She began
looking and feeling everything in the room. The whips, the chains, the nipple
clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the leather harnesses, the gags,
the blindfolds. Each one caused her to shiver from fright. She vowed never to
do anything which one necessitate their use.
When the clock reached 1, Barbara shut off the light and locked the door
behind her. She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to Cheryl's
room. She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed. She was totally naked
and had her legs spread. Barbara quietly tiptoed over and placed her tongue on
Cheryl's asshole. She began licking.
****************
Barbara had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing
without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast dishes away
when Cheryl walked into the kitchen. Obviously just out of bed, Cheryl wore
only a robe and slippers. Her hair was in disarray and her face bore the look
of someone not quite alert yet.
"Any coffee left?" She asked Barbara as she lit a cigarette and searched
for an ash tray.
"I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbara reached into the
cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the
morning's coffee. She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the
other, and carried them to the table. She plopped down in her usual chair and
passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl. Both woman stared into the cups
between sips and did not speak to each other.
Barbara got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while Cheryl
reached for another cigarette.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked.
"Nothing unusual." Barbara replied. "Just straighten up around the house
and do some laundry. You know, the usual housewifely duties."
"How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbara the
question.
Barbara cringed. She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what seemed like
hours. She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep just to keep
her licking. She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how good it felt and
to keep it up. She did just that until she could no longer stay awake and
closed her eyes. When she awoke this morning, her face was still between
Cheryl's legs. She remembered the feelings of disgust and despair that she felt
when she jumped up and hurried into the bath room to wash up and brush her
teeth in preparation to rousing her family for the new day.
"Fine, thanks. It wasn't quite enough, though. I'm still dragging."
Barbara wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the
satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night.
"I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said. "You know, Barbara, you have the softest,
most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little reminder of
Barbara's services. She waited for some kind of acknowledgment and was a little
annoyed when Barbara just continued to straighten up to counter without so much
as a pause.
"You know, Barbara, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your
housework in the nude."
No. Don't tell me it's going to start so soon. Not this early. Barbara
reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe. Without speaking a word,
she continued with her chores completely nude except for the dog collar, her
constant reminder. She wiped, dusted, picked up, and moved things about while
being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and watchful glare.
"I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced. "So don't bother
setting a place for me. I've got a date! I'm so excited. My first date since my
break-up. Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of course."
"Good for you. I'm glad. Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbara went about
her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the kids and
John. She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting relationship and
that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about this current
arrangement. She thought about the prospects of that happening each time she
paused from her housework. Her spirits were lifted and the day seemed somewhat
better now. The rest of the day flew by. It was one of the happiest days
Barbara had in quite some time.
Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbara sat on the
couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room. The TV was on but the
volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level. No sound was needed.
Barbara had seen this rerun a zillion times. She was just happy to relax and
stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that. She realized that this
peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for now she was content,
just lying around.
Barbara glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into the drive.
It was 12:28 on the nose. She listened as she heard one car door slam, and then
another slam. That couldn't be. Surely Cheryl wasn't bringing her date here.
Panic struck. Should she remain nude as ordered? Or should she throw on her
robe to greet the guest? She froze in a sitting position on the couch as the
front door opened and Cheryl peeked in.
"Oh, good. You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gate revealed
her use of a bit to much alcohol that evening. "Barbara, I'd like you to meet
Ronald."
Barbara stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked
through the room. He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged good
looks. The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or Marlboro
commercial. He looked at Barbara and his eyes opened to twice their normal
size.
"Ronald, this is Barbara, the girl I was telling you about. You remember,
the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at the end of
each sentence.
"Hi, Barbara. Glad to meet you. Cheryl's been telling me about you all
evening long."
I'll bet she has. Barbara though to herself. Her face reddened when she
remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.
"Yes, I can imagine. It's nice meeting you, Ronald." Barbara politely
replied.
"Now, now. Don't disappoint me, Barbara." Cheryl shook her finger at
Barbara as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house. "It's
'Master Ronald'."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. It's nice meeting you, Master Ronald."
Barbara dropped her head and waited for the next command. She hoped, prayed,
that she would not be led to the basement room.
Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where they both sat
down.
"Assume the position, Barbara." Cheryl barked and then giggled as Barbara
snapped to the position. "Ronald and I had a really good time tonight. The only
problem is that we're both a little horny and I suggested we come here where I
was sure you could take care of our little problem. You will do that for us,
won't you, Barbara?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She answered. She was much to humiliated to face
either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above their
heads.
"Good! Well, get to work! Crawl on over here and see if your talented
mouth can get Ronald as ready for me as it got John ready for you last night."
Barbara sobbed and her lower lip trembled as she crawled over to the
couch and looked up at Ronald. His eyes remained glued on hers. Embarrassed,
she quickly shifted her attention to his crotch and began unbuckling his belt.
He raised his hips as Barbara pulled his trousers and underwear off together
and laid them neatly on the sofa next to him. Her gaze was again directed to
his crotch and the massive penis that hung there. She had never seen such a
long, thick dick -- not even in pictures. She looked back up at his face and
saw him smiling down on her while Cheryl was licking and blowing into his ear.
Slowly she eased one hand under his testicles and gently cradled them while she
gripped the huge cock with her other hand. Barbara knew there was no way
possible for her to fit all of this cock down her throat. She leaned her head
forward and began licking the head. Her tongue worked around the head and down
one side of the shaft and up the other, returning to the bulbous end to repeat
the sequence. A giggle, followed by a stern warning from Cheryl made Barbara
put the tip of Ronald's cock into her mouth. She worked as much in as possible
and then began bobbing her head as the cock slid in and out. She looked up as
she sucked and saw Cheryl and Ronald in a tight embrace, their tongues
intertwined and searching every nook and cranny of the other's mouth.
"Oh, God!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Let me get that cock inside me." Cheryl
pushed Barbara's head aside as she straddled Ronald's lap.
"Stick it in , Barbara! Put that cock into my pussy!" Cheryl was on her
knees looking over her shoulder at Barbara.
Barbara eased the head of the cock to the center of Cheryl's pussy and
slid the tip between the damp lips guarding the entrance. She held the shaft
rigid as Cheryl lowered herself onto it. Barbara was amazed that Cheryl was
able to engulf the entire cock with no trouble at all. She knelt with mouth
open in awe as Cheryl moved up and down allowing the glistening cock to appear
almost in its entirety then disappear in the pink hole between her legs.
"Don't just sit there, girl. DO SOMETHING!" Cheryl screamed. "Lick his
balls! Lick my asshole. Lick!"
Barbara lowered her head and began licking everything in front of her.
The couple's frantic motions prohibited her from concentrating on any one spot.
She licked everything and anything that happened to move in front of her
tongue. She wasn't sure whether she was more embarrassed or excited, but she
was sure she feared the basement. She worked her tongue feverishly in an
attempt to please them both, hoping that they would be so consumed with
pleasure they would forget about the basement. It worked. Cheryl's rapidly
increasing gyrations and Ronald's moaning announced the arrival of their mutual
orgasm. Within moments the movements stopped and Barbara watched as Cheryl
kissed and licked every crevice on Ronald's face. Finally, Cheryl rolled off
his lap and spread her legs wide as she looked at Barbara still kneeling.
"Time for you to get to work, slut!" Cheryl said. "Suck the cum out of my
pussy and, when you're finished doing that, lick Ronald's beautiful cock
clean."
Barbara face turned red as she planted it between Cheryl's thighs once
again. She hated it when Cheryl called her those names, especially in front of
others. It was bad enough to be forced to submit to these dirty acts without
being called disgusting names. Barbara was not a slut. She wanted to scream
that out. To let Ronald know that she was doing this because she's forced to do
it under the threat of blackmail, not because she enjoyed it. She wanted to
scream at Cheryl and slap her face for calling her that name, but doing so
would definitely win her a trip to the basement "horror chamber" for further
humiliation and pain. Instead, she put her lips to Cheryl's pussy and set her
tongue to work collecting the large load of semen dribbling out. When satisfied
that she had gotten all of the cum from Cheryl's cunt transferred into her
stomach, Barbara licked Cheryl's pubic mound clean. She licked the sweaty hairs
and folds of skin where the thighs met the torso and returned to give the
vagina one final lick before moving over to Ronald and cleansing his tool of
sweat and pussy juice. She licked every inch of it and then moved to his balls
and licked every inch of them, right up to his asshole, before she stopped and
looked up at Cheryl.
"Good Job." Cheryl proclaimed then, turning to Ronald asked, "Well, what
do you think of my little whore now? I told you there was nothing she wouldn't
do, didn't I?"
Barbara hunched her shoulder and hung her head down as she began sobbing
again. SHE HATED BEING CALLED THAT! She heard Ronald reply that she was worth
whatever Cheryl pays her and that humiliated her further. She felt Cheryl's
bare foot on her forehead and, before she could look up, Cheryl pushed her
backward, flat on her back on the floor.
"Your work is finished tonight, tramp. Get out of here and leave us
alone."
Barbara didn't know whether Cheryl's sudden mean temperament was due to
the effect of the alcohol or just a way of showing off to her new boy friend.
Neither did she care. She rose up and quickly made her way to the bathroom
where she washed up before joining John, already in bed. She was relieved that
the evening ended without a trip to the basement and with relatively little,
although extremely degrading, activity on her part. She climbed under the
sheets and snuggled up to John. She wondered whether he had been awake and
heard any of what went on. A loud snore escaped his throat and Barbara was
satisfied that he had not. She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep.
************************
The days went by as usual. Usual meaning Barbara getting the kids off to
school and John to work before stripping nude to do the housework while Cheryl
watched and oft times interrupting Barbara to have her lick her feet or pussy
or what have you. At times, Barbara was forced to accomplish her tasks with
dildos inserted in her vagina and anus held in place with either a leather
harness or rubber panties. During the afternoons, Cheryl usually made Barbara
pose for Polaroid pictures. These photo sessions usually involved Barbara
masturbating with various objects, including hands, dildos, bottles, mop
handles, etc., or with Barbara spreading her labia and butt cheeks apart for
close-ups. The sessions would start with Barbara feeling extremely humiliated
and degraded but usually ended with her achieving an intense orgasm followed
with equally intense feelings of guilt. Barbara was becoming accustomed to the
degradation and followed Cheryl's instructions without hesitation, but she
never got used to the guilt that followed.
The evening sessions, with John present, were particularly upsetting to
Barbara. She would be forced to watch Cheryl make love to her husband while she
licked one or the other and "assisted" with either the "preparation" or
insertion. On those nights when either John or Cheryl were not "in the mood",
she would be required to masturbate or perform other disgusting acts. Trips to
the basement were becoming more and more frequent, but were seldom for
punishment. Barbara had resigned herself to her situation and carried out
orders perfectly, without any indication of refusal. Her fear of the whips and
paddles was greater than her loathing of the acts she was made to carry out.
Not that Cheryl wouldn't find something wrong with the way she did certain
things. These little "flaws" were not great enough for any whipping or severe
form of punishment though. They would usually involve a "training session"
followed by "memory incentives" such as wearing nipple clamps with weights
attached and doing jumping exercises, or by being forced to hold in a large
enema for a length period of time. Although they were painful and discomforting
at the time, Barbara was grateful that she had not yet felt the sting of belts
and paddles.
During today's afternoon photo session Barbara was on her knees with
forehead planted firmly on the floor and her hands spreading her butt cheeks
while Cheryl worked the large vibrator in and out of her ass, pausing to snap
pictures at various degrees of insertion.
"Guess who I got a call from this morning?" Cheryl asked with a
cheeriness better suited for the lunch table than this situation.
"I don"t know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's discomfort caused by the huge
vibrator being shoved into her ass was evident in her shaking voice.
"Mr. Bryant." Cheryl said. "You remember Mr. Bryant, Don's boss, don't
you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara would never forget Mr. Bryant and the
night she was forced to have sex with a dog just to please his jaded interests.
"Yes, I thought you would." Cheryl continued. "It seems he is hosting a
show for all his customers and prospects and he wanted to know if I could get
you to display your talents as part of a special treat for them. He said there
would only be about 50 or 60 buyers there. At first I wasn't sure what special
talents he was talking about, but then it occurred to me what he had in mind."
Barbara shivered and felt the goose bumps form on her arms and legs as
Cheryl spoke. She knew Cheryl was perfectly aware of what Mr. Bryant wanted to
see from the beginning. This little game of words Cheryl was playing was only
intended to tease her. She remained silent, waiting for Cheryl to finish the
story and hoping it would not end as she feared it would.
"I checked with Jackie, my old neighbor, and she said she'd gladly let
you use Rocco again, only, this time, she'd like to be present to witness it.
Soooo....." Cheryl drug out the ending to the extreme knowing Barbara's insides
were churning. "I called Mr. Bryant back and told him you'd be glad to do it.
It's a week from this Thursday."
Barbara panicked. The idea of being fucked by a dog in front of 50 people
made her lose control of her judgment. She leapt up, letting the dildo slide
out of her ass, and spun around facing Cheryl. Dropping to her knees once
again, she began crying.
"No! Please, Mistress Cheryl, not that again. Not in front of all those
people. I can't, Mistress Cheryl. Please, Please call him back and say 'no'.
I'll do anything else you want. Please!"
Cheryl was stunned. Her shock soon turned to a feeling of elation as she
watched Barbara groveling at her feet. She knew this announcement would set
Barbara off into one of her crying fits, but she hadn't reckoned on this all
out display of refusal and pleading. She picked up the fallen vibrator and
grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head up in line with hers. She looked at
Barbara's tear filled eyes for a moment then placed the vibrator on her lips.
"Open!" Cheryl jammed the large vibrator into Barbara's mouth with one
strong thrust. "How dare you act this way! I thought by now that you realized
your station in life. Just remember that your body, all of your body, is at my
complete disposal. YOU DO WHAT I SAY! I may not have control over your mind,
but I most certainly control your body. You must realize that you have to
control your mind to the extent that is does not interfere with what I say goes
on with your body. To put it another way, my dear, your body is MY toy. I will
do with it whatever I want. Whatever whimsical notion hits me, your body is
there to carry it out for me. Got It?"
Barbara couldn't speak with the dildo stuffing her mouth. She just nodded
her head affirmatively against the strains of Cheryl's grip on her hair.
"Good." Cheryl responded. "In a way, Barb, your outbreak pleases me. It
means that I will finally get the opportunity to use some of the equipment in
the cellar that has been neglected since their purchase. You will regret this
pitiful outburst later this evening. Now turn around, assume your previous
position and stick that vibrator back into your ass -- all the way into your
ass! Then I want you to continue your housework while reciting out loud the
parts of your body that belong to me. For example, I want you to say 'My cunt
belongs to Cheryl.' Now snap to it!"
Barbara slowly turned around on her knees and placed her forehead on the
floor. Her ass was once again facing Cheryl. She placed the dildo against her
anus and began to insert it very slowly. She felt the huge plastic cock making
its way deep into her bowels until she could push it in no further. With a
sudden jolt, she felt Cheryl push it in still deeper, causing a burning pain
that caused Barbara to think that she surely had been injured. At Cheryl's
command, Barbara stood up and resumed her cleaning, all the while exclaiming
how her tits and ass and cunt belonged to Cheryl. Cheryl would repeatedly yell
at her to talk louder until Barbara was virtually screaming her undignified
message.
That evening Barbara delayed getting the kids to bed as long as she
could. It was John who had admonished her to stop procrastinating and start
preparing herself for the punishment. His warning cut her like a knife. She had
hoped that he would be merciful and perhaps even veto Cheryl's plan to use her
as a public stage show. She realized that was not to be. Somehow, Cheryl had
taken control of John's mind to the same extent that she had Barbara's body.
Barbara looked into John's eyes and, with tear filled eyes, pleaded with him to
show her pity. It was to no avail as John simply walked away and went into the
living room to sit next to Cheryl. Beaten, Barbara put the kids to bed and went
directly to the bathroom to make herself ready for her mistress.
Barbara entered the living room naked except for her dog collar, wrist
and ankle cuffs. She glanced at Cheryl and John seated on the couch and assumed
her position in the center of the room. She stood that way, hands clasped
behind her head and legs spread apart, for what seemed an eternity before
either of them acknowledged her presence. Finally Cheryl looked directly at her
face and scanned her entire body length.
"I don't see any reason to start anything up here, Barbara. Get down on
your hands and knees and crawl to basement fun room. John and I will be right
behind you." Cheryl's voice was neither raised or emphatic, just cold.
Barbara dropped to her knees and began crawling towards the basement
door. When she reached up to turn the door handle, Cheryl slapped her hand and
told her to use her mouth "like a good bitch would." Though it took several
attempts, Barbara managed to open the door with her mouth and started down the
stairs. She wondered what her abusers were thinking as they watched her decline
to stairs with butt high in the air and accessible. The moment she had dreaded
for so long was about to occur. The door to "the fun room" was equally
difficult to open with her mouth but, again, she was able to accomplish it
after several failed attempts. As she crawled into the room, she felt the cold
concrete floor scraping her knees. When Barbara heard the door slam shut, she
stopped crawling and awaited further orders.
"Did the little slut douche and give herself a proper enema tonight?"
Cheryl asked.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She looked at Cheryl's feet
which were right in front of her. She had been allowed to give herself the
enema for the past week now. It was a "time conserving measure" initiated by
Cheryl after the process of having to give her an enema every evening got
boring.
"Good." Cheryl replied. "Now we can get right to the training and
punishment part of the evening. You must learn to NEVER refuse, hesitate to
carry out or question the authority of any order given you by me. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
"As I told you before, you are MINE! Your body belongs to ME! I do with
it what I want. You have absolutely no say in the matter. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began sobbing heavily.
"Just so there will be no doubt about my authority over Barbara, do you
agree with me, John?" Cheryl looked at John setting up the video camera.
"Yeah, Cheryl. You know it's okay with me. Whatever you want to do with
Barbara is all right so long as it doesn't inflict any permanent injury or
scars." John answered like a peon would address his boss at work.
"Now, Barbara, lick the feet of your owner."
Barbara leaned her head forward and began licking Cheryl's shoe covered
feet. When she finished licking the smooth leather of one foot, Cheryl shifted
her ankle exposing the sole. Barbara needed no additional hint as to what was
expected of her. She licked the dirty soles of the shoes from toe to heel and
when she had finished with that foot, Cheryl offered her the other. As
disgusting as it was, Barbara suspected this humiliation was tame compared to
what was in store for her when she was done. She had never been so right in her
life. Her sobs and tears were being shed not because of what she was now doing,
but for what lie ahead. When she finished the second foot, Barbara raised her
head enough to catch a glimpse of John operating the VCR and sporting a huge
hard-on. She started to cry again, this time the tears flowed from feeling
sorry for herself and her dwindling relationship with the person she loved most
-- John.
"Just as I suspected." Cheryl broke the silence. "Anything involving your
tongue would be done exquisitely. And who do you suppose owns your tongue,
Barbara?" Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair again and lifted her head up.
"You do, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered between sobs and wincing from
the pain of her hair being pulled.
"Right again. That tongue will lick anything I command it to lick."
Cheryl loosened her grip on Barbara's hair allowing the poor girl's head to
droop against her chest again. "Okay, get up let's get started with the
punishment so you won't soon forget what you learned today."
Barbara rose up to her feet and was immediately led to the sawhorse. In a
scant few minutes she once again found her ankles and wrists snapped to the
legs and her butt raised high off the floor. Her spread legs exposed her anus
and vagina completely. The next thing she knew, Cheryl was inserting the penis
shaped gag into her mouth and strapping in place to prevent it from coming out.
She could tell from the taste of the phallus on her tongue that Cheryl had
first inserted it into her own vagina before putting it into her mouth. She
felt her head being lifted by her hair again and saw the leather thongs of the
cat-of-nine tails dangling in front of her eyes. The sight of the whip-like
instrument frightened her immensely and her eyes opened wide expressing her
fear. A few giggles from Cheryl and the cat disappeared from view.
A stinging, burning sensation across her right buttock informed Barbara
where the cat had disappeared to. She heard Cheryl count "1" followed by "24 to
go" and she began to tremble. The second lash fell on her left buttock,
followed by a third on her right one again. These alternate lashes lasted until
the count of 10. The eleventh blow landed further down, and on the inside, of
her thigh. This, too, lasted for a count of 10. Each blow brought greater pain
and Barbara tried to scream each time the tails landed. The rubber "penis" in
her mouth stifled her screams and made them sound more like moans. Just when
she thought it couldn't get any worse than this, the 21st blow landed squarely
on her anus, the tails stretching from her lower back to the beginning of her
vagina. Barbara nearly passed out from the pain. The gag in her mouth was
choking her sobs and the tears falling to the floor were so abundant they
created, not wet spots, but puddles. The 22nd blow caught her vagina and
Barbara began to writhe violently attempting to dodge any further blows. The
next two blows fell alternately on her anus and vagina again, followed by the
25th blow across the small of her back.
A moment after the lashing stopped, Barbara smelt the aroma of witch
hazel fill the room. Then she felt it. The liquid felt ice cold when it first
landed on her aching butt. The coolness was replaced with violently burning
when it ran down the crack between her cheeks, across her anus and vagina and
down the inside of Barbara's tender thighs. She squirmed furiously and pulled
against her restraints as the pain increased as time went by. She heard the
whirr of the camcorder and the laughter of Cheryl as she moved her hips in
desperation. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Cheryl's shoes once more.
"That's stage 1, Barbara." Cheryl had once again lifted Barbara's head by
her hair. "Just to show your husband's compliance, John is going to finish the
spanking with 5 blows with this." Cheryl held the long, narrow, wooden paddle
in front of Barbara's face and chuckled when she saw her frightened reaction.
"Make them count, John. No love taps or I'll do it all over again myself."
Barbara shook her head from side to side hoping Cheryl would show some
mercy. Her silent pleas fell on deaf eyes and she felt the first blow of the
paddle land on both buttocks. Then the second, third, fourth and, finally, the
fifth. By this time the pain was so bad Barbara thought that surely she must be
bleeding. Surely the cat and the paddle had cut into her flesh and opened large
gashes. Nothing could hurt so badly without causing at least that much damage.
Her salty perspiration mixed with the remains of the witch hazel prevented the
pain from leaving. Barbara thought that they must have set a flame to her
buttocks. The burning, aching sensations were unlike anything she had ever felt
before.
Barbara heard some scuffling and the sound of her wrist and ankle cuffs
being unsnapped from the tables legs. She remained sprawled across the sawhorse
unable to move her lower extremities without pain. She felt hands grab her arms
and lift her off the table. She felt herself being dragged across the hard
floor to the wall. She felt the gag being removed from her mouth allowing her
to breathe deeply once more. She felt her body being lifted and her arms being
raised above her head and fastened to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She
felt her legs being spread wide and fastened to chains which, in turn, were
fastened to rings mounted in the floor. She was suspended in mid air. Neither
hands nor feet touched a surface. She opened her eyes and saw the blurry images
of Cheryl and John wheeling a strange object into position between her legs. It
appeared to be a tripod, made of metal legs, and holding a motor to which was
connected a long pipe which could be adjusted by rotating a large gear. She
closed her eyelids and felt something touching her vagina. As the object began
to part her labia and force its way into her, Barbara knew it was another dildo
-- a very large dildo. Larger than she had seen before. As it worked past the
opening, Barbara felt her vagina being stretched to its limits, and perhaps
beyond. It seemed to take the dildo forever to reach her cervix. There was no
way this thing inside her could ever bring anyone pleasure, she thought. This
thing was meant to cause pain. A task it accomplished very well. She reopened
her eyes just in time to see John plug the motor into an extension cord.
"You've had your lesson and punishment, Barbara. Now you must take time
to reflect on what you have done wrong. Do you remember what started this? Do
you remember what it is that you refused to do? Now tell me, Barbara, what is
it that you are going to do for Mr. Bryant." Cheryl had stepped in front of
Barbara.
Barbara opened her eyes and looked down at Cheryl. Tears continued to
flow and the pain was still tormenting her butt and thighs. The huge dildo
inside her was becoming warm and she felt an oil-like substance oozing out of
it and filling her vagina. The oil dripped out of her cunt soothing her abused
pussy and easing the pain generated by the huge instrument of torture lodged
inside her. In spite of her pain and embarrassment, Barbara knew she must
answer or be subjected to even more punishment. She nodded her head as she
spoke softly and deliberately.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I remember. I'm going to let myself be fucked by a
dog again so Mr. Bryant can entertain his customers." Barbara's head fell down
against her heaving breasts and her eyes closed again.
"Yes, you are going to do that, and anything else they ask you to do."
Cheryl enjoyed tormenting her slave. "I'll bet that with 60 men there you'll
wind up sucking at least 30 or 40 of them and being fucked by another 25 -- in
both ass and cunt. I'll wager that you'll have more cum in you when the night
is over that you've seen in your entire life. Then do you know what you are
going to do, my little whore?"
Barbara began crying at the prospects of that night. She was sobbing and
heaving so greatly she found it difficult to answer.
"No, Mistress Cheryl. I don't know what I'm going to do next."
"Well, after the party's over, you're coming home and telling me every
little detail. Your going to describe each cock you sucked and each one that
fucked your ass and each one that fucked your cunt. When you've finished
telling me how good each one felt, you're going to lick my ass and my cunt
until I come. Then, if you've been especially good, I'll let you sleep at my
feet." Cheryl stopped talking and allowed her words to be digested by Barbara
before continuing.
"Now, Barbara, you can spend the night down here. I'll come get you in
the morning, but right now I'm going upstairs and going to bed with your
husband. I'm gonna fuck him all night long while you hang here being fucked by
this machine."
Cheryl motioned to John and he clicked a switch on the tripod. Barbara
felt the heated dildo begin to withdraw from her pussy. It was so thick that
even the withdrawal caused discomfort. Just before its huge head came out of
her pussy, Barbara felt it begin to make its way back in. She felt it pushing
hard against her cervix before withdrawing again. She looked at John and Cheryl
and watched them look at her before they shut off the light and left the room.
She sobbed hysterically as she listened at their footsteps climbing the stairs.
For the remainder of the night, her mind was occupied by thoughts of them
making love in her bed and by the pain wracking her body. She would not have an
orgasm tonight. She would not sleep this night. This, she thought, must be what
Hell is like.
********************
The night of Mr. Bryant's party had arrived and Barbara was busy readying
herself for the evening. Cheryl had made arrangements for Jackie to pick
Barbara up and drive her to the party and home afterwards. Cheryl had also
picked out the outfit Barbara was to wear. It was a pair of white heels and a
short, white, mesh beach wrap to serve as the dress. The "dress" was held on by
one button on the side of the waist and was, for all practical purposes,
transparent. Barbara was to wear only the shoes, dress and, of course, her
collar. She put the outfit on and studied herself in the mirror. She flushed
red and thought that she may as well go nude. As she was being inspected by
Cheryl, Jackie pulled into the driveway and came to the door.
Jackie was a much bigger woman than Barbara had pictured in her mind.
Though pretty, and well built, she was more the outdoor type than party gal.
She also was much younger, barely out of her teens, than Barbara had imagined
her to be. She listened intently as Cheryl gave her the ointment containing
estrogens and explained that it must be used liberally, both inside and outside
of Barbara's vagina, for it to be effective. Her eyes fixated on the blushing
Barbara as Cheryl also instructed her to make sure Barbara doesn't leave her
sight and that she should report any instance of Barbara refusing to do
anything asked of her. With all that said, the two women lightly kissed each
other's cheek and bid their good bye, Jackie assuring Cheryl that she would
call her the next day with all the details. Cheryl held open the door as
Barbara led Jackie out to the car and got in. Rocco, seated on the rear seat,
seemed bigger than Barbara imagined but she attributed it to the rather small
confines of the automobile making the animal appear larger that it actually
was.
The two women sat side by side without saying a word to each other for
quite some time. Barbara noticed Jackie was edgy and was gnawing her lower lip,
occasionally glancing over at her. She sensed the girl was desperately trying
to think of something to say which would break the barrier of silence between
them. Barbara guessed that Jackie had a million questions for her in her mind.
"Look." Barbara decided to break the ice. "I know you're dying to ask.
I'm not doing this for money or kicks. I'm doing this because Cheryl is forcing
me to do it. It's a long story, and I'd rather not go into it, but I either do
as Cheryl says or be punished and, believe me, as bad as this is going to be,
this is much easier to withstand than Cheryl's punishments."
The remainder of the drive went by with the two woman engaging in heated
chat. Jackie never asked why Barbara had to do these things and Barbara never
volunteered that information. Jackie did ask what other things she had been
forced to do and Barbara, although hesitant and deeply humiliated, told Jackie
of her being forced to perform acts of lesbianism and being used as a "proving
ground" for various dildos and objects. Before long the car pulled into the
parking lot of Bryant Enterprises. Barbara felt a ball form in the pit of her
stomach and she wished the ride would continue. She would much rather tell
Jackie more stories than have to go through with this. She heard a door slam
and realized that Jackie had gotten out of the car and was attaching Rocco's
leash to his collar. Barbara took a long, deep, breath and got out of the car
herself. She looked around the parking lot and surmised that Cheryl's estimate
of 50 - 60 businessmen was conservative, at best. There had to be at least 100
cars there. She swallowed hard and felt the tears beginning to form in the
corner of her eyes.
"I guess it would be better if you lead Rocco in." Jackie said as she
held the leash out to Barbara.
Barbara took the leash from Jackie and walked toward the large doors of
the main entrance. Once inside, she was enthusiastically greeted by Mr. Bryant
and several other men, all of whom have been obviously drinking and greeted her
with wolf whistles and obscene remarks. She felt her face getting hot and tried
to be bold and not give them the satisfaction of seeing her blush. She could do
neither. She was led down a hallway to another door and before the door was
opened, Mr. Bryant told her to take off her dress and shoes. Barbara looked
over at Jackie and then did as she was asked. Totally naked except for a collar
around her neck, Barbara lead Rocco into the large, crowded room. Everywhere
she looked there were groups of people. To her complete surprise, there were
women present also. Barbara estimated the crowd to be at about 100 to 150
people, with about 30 women and the balance all men. Everyone in the room
stopped talking and stared at her leading the dog to the center of the room.
Barbara was in a daze. She just wanted to get the hell out of this place.
She walked over to a small mattress placed on the floor in the center of the
room and thought that it would be best to get it over with quickly and beat a
hasty retreat before anyone thought of using her in another way. Just as she
was ready to get down on the mattress, Mr. Bryant grabbed her arm and took
Rocco's leash from her hand and handed it to Jackie. He explained that he
wanted some of his guests to meet her and then paraded her around the room to
one group after another. At each introduction, Barbara felt the hands pull her
tits and thrust themselves between her legs. At first Barbara resisted each
attack by pulling away and squeezing her legs tight together. After noticing
the sneer on Jackie's face, however, she acquiescenced and allowed them access
to all of her body. She tolerated the slaps on her rear, the grabbing, the
probing, the coarse language and obscene remarks. She even spread her legs a
little wider when one of the women, with a sly grin on her face, reached down
and inserted two fingers into her vagina. Finally, the introductions were
complete and it was time for her to perform her animal act.
The entire room crowded around the tiny mattress as Barbara knelt down on
all fours with legs spread wide. Hoots and hollers started getting louder as
Jackie applied the cream to Barbara's pussy which was now dripping wet. When
one of the men present noticed the tattoo, loud cheers and laughter filled the
room. The instantaneous hush made Barbara aware that the dog was now ready and
she felt its cold nose sniffing between her legs. Her mind went blank when the
dog finally mounted her and the cheers again started up. It lasted an eternity.
When it was over, Barbara felt herself being dragged up and a man's cock being
pushed into her mouth. When that cock shot its semen into her mouth, it was
replaced with another, then another, then another. Soon, Barbara had cocks all
around her. In every orifice at once. Some men just stood around her while
another woman masturbated them until they came, shooting their load on
Barbara's face, tits, ass -- whatever part of her body the woman thought it
would be fun to watch a load of cum fall onto to. At times Barbara would offer
some resistance to an act or say "no" when one man tried to ram his fist up her
ass, but a look at the scorn on Jackie's face made her surrender to the painful
humiliation. She was no longer aware of what exactly was happening to her. All
she knew was that she was constantly busy sucking cocks, licking vaginas, being
fucked vaginally and anally, having bottles, fingers, fists and what have you
stuck in her. It was a nightmare. There were several times, however, when
Barbara felt herself having orgasms. These unwanted, but welcomed, breakdowns
were followed by loud cheers and laughter from the room filled with guests.
Mercifully it ended. Jackie led the dazed, delirious Barbara out of the
room and to the door. Barbara could not gather her wits together. She
remembered leaving the building and the cool fresh air filling her lungs. She
remembers vomiting in the parking lot and noticing that her vomit was nothing
more than a large puddle of semen. She remembers Jackie wiping her ass and
vagina in a futile attempt to stop the semen from running out and getting all
over the car seats. She remembers Jackie finally giving up and stuffing a rag
into her vagina and spreading a towel over the car seat for her to sit down on.
She did not remember the faces in the crowd, nor the number of cocks she
sucked, fucked and masturbated, nor how many cunts and asses she had licked.
She remembered Cheryl telling her how filled with cum she would be and thought
how absolutely right Cheryl had been.
The ride home began much like the ride to the party. Neither woman spoke
to each other. Both stared out the windshield and thought about what had taken
place. Soon, Barbara became aware of Jackie talking to her.
"I said, 'How do you feel?'" The girl asked.
"Terrible!" Barbara replied, half talking and half crying. She then
remembered the times she saw Jackie scowl at her during the evening. "What are
you going to tell Cheryl?"
Jackie stared out the windshield for a while before answering.
"To tell you the truth, there were times when I thought you were being
rude and not really doing what you were told to do." Jackie continued to stare
out the windshield.
"Oh, please don't tell her that. She'd really go hard on me if you told
her that." Barbara tried to appeal to Jackie's sense of feminine leniency.
"It seems to me that's your problem. I was told to report what I saw.
What's in it for me to lie to a friend?"
"Please, Jackie. You don't have to lie. Just don't mention it. After all,
I did give in to all their demands eventually."
"Yes, but only after you noticed me frowning at you." Jackie swallowed
and then continued. "Tell me. If I tell Cheryl that you behaved perfectly and
did everything they asked and pleased everyone, what would you do for me?"
"What do you mean? What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. Her hopes were
raised by this latest inquiry.
Jackie eased the car off the side of the deserted roadway and placed the
shift in Park. She raised off the seat and gathered her skirt up around her
waist, then removed her panties and spread her legs wide as she shifted her
body to face Barbara.
"I've always wondered what it felt like to be made love to by another
woman. Does that answer your question?"
Barbara got the picture. She slid off the seat and knelt between Jackie's
spread thighs. As she licked and nibbled the young girl's sweet pussy, she
noticed Rocco peering over the seat at her. "Just another witness" she said to
herself. "Just another witness to just another scene of me being degraded."
The woman spoke not another word to each other the rest of the way home.
When they pulled up in Barbara's drive, Barbara got out of the car and Jackie
backed out onto the road. Neither said good bye to one another. Barbara opened
the front door to her house and entered the living room. True to her word,
Cheryl was waiting for her, nude, legs spread wide, and a wide grin on her
face. The night was far from over.
******************
Several weeks had gone by since Mr. Bryant's party and things were going
pretty much normal. Barbara had been extremely well behaved and gave Cheryl no
reason whatsoever to punish her like before. Life, while far from being good,
was at least on an even keel. John had even acted like a husband on some
occasions but Barbara grew to realize that things would never be like they were
before Cheryl. She relegated herself to being a sex toy to the both of them. At
least she had her home and kids. That made everything worth living for. Cheryl
had really taken to the kids and they to her. It pleased Barbara that Cheryl
treated her kids so well. At first she was afraid that she would show some
resentment towards them. She poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down
at the table and watched the kids playing outdoors. She heard a car horn and
saw the kids running to the driveway. Knowing it was probably just John and
Cheryl returning from their errand, she remained seated at the table and
awaited their entrance.
"Mommy, mommy look what Aunt Cheryl brought home for us!" Little Susie,
Barbara's youngest, ran into the kitchen shouting. Her happiness was evident
and brightened the room.
Barbara got up from the table and walked towards to the door. She was
greeted by John and Cheryl leading a LARGE, furry dog into the kitchen. She
looked up at Cheryl in bewilderment.
"His name is Master. He's part Mastiff and part Newfoundland. We found
him at the pound. His former owners moved to an apartment and couldn't keep
him. He's only a year old, but fully grown. He's real good with children and we
thought it would be a great surprise for them." Cheryl smiled. "After seeing
the size of his 'equipment' we both thought it would be a good gift for you
too, Barbara."
Barbara staggered back to her chair and sat down. What could have been a
really good day for her was once again turned upside down by Cheryl. She
supported her head with her arm and looked down at the tablecloth. She felt the
table shake as Cheryl sat down beside her.
"I've got some other good news for you, Barbara." Cheryl reached out and
began to softly stroke Barbara's cheek. "We ran into Julie today. She was
really excited to see me again. It seems she had been talking to a bunch of
other kids that you once baby sat and showed them your picture. They all
thought it would be a marvelous idea to have a 'reunion', of sorts. Just a
little get together with all of them and the woman who once baby sat, and
disciplined, them. I told them I thought it was a wonderful idea. They all,
about 15 or so, will be here next Friday evening. Aren't you excited?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara sobbed.
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