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The Reporter by Laura Lynn Davis, copyright 2001 by the author



   I was sitting in my usual spot in the last booth, working on a history
paper, when she came in.  It was late April and I would be graduating from
college in less than three weeks.  The paper I was working on was the last
one I'd ever write unless I decided to go on to grad school, something that
seemed fairly unlikely at the time.  My name is Hanna Hill and I own a bar
called The Haven.

   It was 10:30 in the morning, a little early for the lunch crowd, so I
wondered what she was doing there.  She wasn't much older than me, maybe 24
or 25, and she was well-dressed so she wasn't a lush looking for an early
pick-me-up.  Carol, the day bartender, drifted over to her and they began
talking.  I shrugged and went back to work on my paper.

   A few moments later I heard a footstep and a soft voice said, "Ms. 
Hill, may I talk to you for a moment?"

   I glanced up and smiled.  "Of course, please sit down."

   She slid into the booth and held her hand out.  "I'm Sara Livingston. 
I'm a writer."

   We shook hands.  "Hanna Hill.  I own The Haven."

   She glanced at my laptop.  "Doing the books?"

   "I wish!  No, I'm working on a history paper that's due tomorrow.  I'm a
senior at the university and this, thank God, is my last paper." I paused
and saved the paper.  "What can I do for you, Ms.  Livingston?"

   "Please, call me Sara.  May I call you Hanna?" I nodded and she
continued.  "I'm doing an article on the local S/m scene and I've heard
that The Haven is the center of things around here."

   "Which publication are you with?"

   She shrugged.  "None, actually.  I'm a freelance writer and I'm doing
this on spec."

   I studied her for a moment.  She was blonde and pretty but there was
something about her, something dark and brooding, that made me feel that
there was more to this than writing an article.  I was intrigued.  I'd been
bored lately and now that school was winding down it was time for me to
rectify that.

   I decided that talking to her wouldn't do any harm.  The Haven was well
known locally.  My aunt bought the place in the late '70s.  It was just
another bar but then, gradually, my aunt had changed it into a lesbian
hangout.  My aunt was heavily into the S/m scene and so it's not surprising
that The Haven soon became *the* lesbian S/m bar in the tri-county area. 
My aunt, Grace, was my mother's younger sister, the black sheep of the
family, rarely mentioned and then only in whispers.

   In 1993, shortly after my fourteenth birthday, my parents were killed in
an automobile accident.  The rest of the family began to dither and argue
about what to do with me.  While they were occupied my Aunt Grace swept in
and carried me off.  There were some protests, given her lifestyle, but,
truthfully, they were all relieved to have the Hanna problem solved.

   Aunt Grace took me to live with her in her comfortable suburban house.
She enrolled me in the Catholic high school and told me to keep my skinny
butt on the straight and narrow or I'd have to deal with her.  "No drugs.
No sex.  Do your school work on time and I'll expect to review every
assignment before you turn it in.  I won't accept anything lower than an
'A'.  Any questions?"

   I remember nodding.  "Yes, one.  Can I have some fun once in a while?"

   She grinned.  "Yes, but I want you to remember this.  Each family has
room for one smartass and that's my job.  Got me?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am."

   In 1997 Grace was diagnosed with cancer of the liver.  She died in 1998,
two weeks after my nineteenth birthday and I inherited The Haven and a tidy
trust fund.  The rest of the family gathered around, eager to grab what
they could, but I had a good lawyer, Grace's lawyer, and she ran them off.

   By then, I'd been working as a waitress/barmaid for more than a year. 
It wasn't legal, because I was a minor, but nobody's ever complained.  The
Haven was grossing over $100,000 a month.  We drew a good lunch crowd,
mostly straight women who liked having lunch at a place where they wouldn't
be hassled by men.  A lot of them also came in for a drink after work.  By
eight they'd be gone and the regulars would start drifting in.

   Anyway, that's my background and that's what I told Sara that morning. I
told her that I had a good manager who ran the place on a day-to-day basis
and had a 10% share of the business.  Then I told her I really had to
finish my paper and invited her to return in the evening and we'd talk
more. She smiled and nodded and I watched her leave.  She walked with a
confident, athletic stride.  She was wearing a skirt, a short skirt that
showed off her nice legs.  I felt a stir of interest as I watched her out
the door.

   I continued working on my paper, moving back to the office when the
lunch crowd started arriving.  I finished the paper shortly after 4 p.m. 
and dropped a printed copy off at the professor's office.  I had a class
from 5-6:30 and then I went back to The Haven.  I'd sold the house after
Aunt Grace died and moved into the apartment upstairs from the bar.  It was
more convenient and much more suited to my needs.  I fixed myself a salad
and read the paper while I ate.  Then I changed into leather pants, a
sleeveless silk T-shirt, and a leather vest that matched the pants.  A pair
of leather ankle boots completed my outfit.

   I looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door
before I went downstairs and decided I didn't look too bad for a freckled,
redheaded tomboy who'd suffered two broken noses playing basketball.  I'm a
skosh over 5' 7" and I weigh 135 pounds.  I'm in good shape and I work hard
to stay that way.  I look deceptively slender because much of my weight is
muscle.

   I went downstairs and conferred with Carla, my manager.  Carla is a
tall, African-American in her early thirties.  She started working for Aunt
Grace right out of high school.  When I got curious about the S/m scene and
snuck into the bar one night it was Carla who caught me.  I was eighteen
and had just graduated from high school.

   She marched me back to the office and asked Aunt Grace what she should
do with me.  Aunt Grace asked me a couple of questions and decided to teach
me a lesson.  She smiled at Carla and said, "So, she's curious.  I think
she needs a lesson.  Take her downstairs and teach her a good one.  I want
to see welts when you're done."

   Carla marched me down to the basement and through an unmarked door at
the far end of the stockroom.  The door opened into a surprisingly spacious
room that had been fitted out as a dungeon.  It was empty at that moment.
Carla pushed me ahead of her and locked the door behind us.  'Get your
clothes off, Hanna."

   When I didn't move fast enough to suit her she gave me a lazy backhanded
slap across my mouth.  It wasn't a particularly hard slap but it stung and
I felt a trickle of blood.  She's split my lip.  I stripped as quickly as I
could.  I was scared and excited.  More scared than excited actually.  The
floor was bare cement and cold under my bare feet.  "Down on your knees,
bitch."

   I dropped to my knees and Carla crouched and taught me how to position
myself.  "Back straight, eyes on the floor, ankles crossed, knees spread,
arms at your sides." She watched as I adjusted my position.  "Good.  Some
mistresses prefer to have the slave's hands clasped behind their neck.  I'm
one of them." She smiled when I quickly clasped my hands behind my neck. 
"Lace your fingers together.  Good."

   She stood up and glanced down.  "Hmm.  I seem to have some dust on the
toes of my boots.  Lick it off.  Keep your hands where they are." It was
hard but I managed to lean forward and lick the toes of her boots while
keeping my hands laced behind my neck.  I managed not to lose my balance
but I wasn't very graceful.  I improved with practice.

   Carla crouched and slipped her hand between my legs.  I saw her eyes
widen in surprise.  "You're a virgin!" I blushed and nodded.  Her hands
were rough and callused from hard work but they were gentle as they
explored my vulva.  "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

   Again, I shook my head and blushed.  "No."

   She slapped me, a light slap to get my attention.  "The proper reply is
no, Ms.  Carla.  Or no, mistress.  Try again and answer fully."

   The fear was ebbing a little, and I was getting more excited.  "No, Ms.
Carla, I've never had an orgasm."

   She smiled and stroked my cheek.  "Much better."

   I didn't have one then, either.  She stood up, grabbed my ponytail, and
jerked me to my feet.  I screamed as the pain lanced through my scalp.  She
dragged me to the center of the dungeon and within moments my hands were
tied and held over my head by a rope that snaked over a pulley and was tied
to a ringbolt set in a 4"x4" post six feet away.  She took another rope
that was dangling over another pulley and ran it between my legs, up
through the crevice between my buttocks, and tied it off to a ringbolt set
high in another 4"x4" that was behind me, about three feet away.

   The rope worked its way between my labia as she tugged on it.  The
friction wasn't unpleasant.  It hurt when she jerked on the rope but I
quickly discovered that rubbing myself against the rope produced a very
pleasant sensation in my pussy.  When she came around in front of me again
she was carrying a flogger.  It was similar to a cat-o nine-tails but the
individual strands were rope, not knotted leather, and much shorter, about
16" long.  She actually had two, one with cowhide strands for warm-up and
then one with Elk hide which landed with a harder thud and hurt more.

   I glanced at her fearfully and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

   She smiled.  "I'm going to warm you up with this and then later I'm
going to put some welts on your butt so your Aunt will be satisfied I've
done my job." She walked around behind me.  "Arch your back girl, push that
pretty ass toward me."

   I obeyed and she brought the flogger down across my butt.  It hurt but
it wasn't a terrible pain.  More like a warming pain if you know what I
mean.  I grunted softly.  She worked my butt over good, alternating sides
with each blow.  Each stroke made me lunge forwards a little, rubbing my
clit against the rope.  She kept reminding me to arch my back to keep my
butt out.  I took ten or twelve strokes across my ass and then she switched
to my back.  After another ten or twelve she walked around in front of me
and brought the flogger down across my right breast.

   I'm not that big on top, 34b/c, but my tits are pretty and I have very
sensitive nipples.  Having my tits flogger hurt more than having my back or
ass flogged and I began to whimper as she worked my tits over. 
Interestingly, my nipples hardened and I became more and more aroused.  She
moved back behind me after two dozen strokes and began working my ass over
again.  I began to breathe more deeply and I started to sweat.  Between
strokes, Carla talked to me.  Told me I was a pretty slut and would make a
good slave.  "Maybe your aunt will let me train you." She stopped after a
couple of minutes.  I was close to orgasm and I moaned in disappointment
but I continued to rub myself against the rope.  She stroked my ass. 
"You're a hot little slut.  You want more?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, oh yes.  Please."

   "Where?"

   "My ass!  Hard.  And then my tits.  Yes, please whip my tits.  Hard as
you can."

   She gave me a dozen very hard strokes across my ass with the Elk
flogger. I lunged against the rope with each stroke.  Then she moved in
front and whipped my tits.  I whimpered in pain with each stroke, lunging
backward.  The rope rubbed against my anus.  After each stroke I lunged
forward for the next.  I came after six hard strokes across my tits.  I was
sweating profusely.  I rubbed myself on the rope and whimpered in pleasure
as I came and came.

   When it was over, Carla used a strap to put some welt on my butt.  The
she released me and taught me to kneel and kiss the whip after thanking my
tormentor.  Then she put a collar around my neck, cuffed my wrists behind
my back.  and snapped a leash on my collar.  She led me upstairs to Aunt
Grace's office.  Aunt Grace didn't seem surprised to see me nude, collared,
and cuffed.  It wasn't until much later that I learned she'd watched the
entire scene on closed-circuit television.  In full color.  Carla led me
over to the desk and I dropped to my knees as she ordered me to do as we
climbed the stairs.  Carla let her hand come to rest on top of my head.  "I
want her for the summer.  I'll have her trained by the time she leaves for
college in the fall."

   "She's not leaving.  She's going to the university.  Go ahead, she's
yours until she's trained."

   "Thank you.  One thing you should know.  She's a virgin."

   Aunt Grace smiled.  "So, you've been a good girl?"

   I nodded, blushing.  "Yes, ma'am."

   "Do you want Carla to take care of that?"

   I don't know how, but my blush deepened.  I nodded and whispered, "Yes,
ma'am."

   Aunt Grace waved her hand.  "Go ahead, take her.  The two of you can
move in upstairs for the summer."

   So Carla took me upstairs and fucked me with a strap-on dildo.  It hurt
like hell and I bled, not a lot, but enough to leave streaks of blood on my
thighs.  I was disappointed when I didn't reach orgasm.  The summer passed
all too quickly.  My training was very intense.  There was lots of pain,
lots of sex, and more humiliation than I wanted.  Carla worked me hard and
by the end of the summer I was a well-trained slave and I was in the best
shape of my life.  I was fit and buff.  I'd gotten used to being nude most
of the time and I even came to enjoy being shaved.

   Things tapered off when I started college but I still had at least one
session a week in the dungeon.  I was living in the apartment over the bar.
Aunt Grace had it painted and fixed up for me and she bought some new
furniture.  Carla's rule was that I stay naked when I was in the apartment.
She had a key and she'd drop in at odd times.  Sometimes we'd just chat for
a few minutes.  Sometimes she'd fuck me.  Often she'd whip my ass for no
reason other than her own pleasure.

   Things picked up over the Christmas break and in January Carla told me
that she'd taught me all she could.  She knew I wanted to be a top and she
said I was ready to try.  We had one last session in the dungeon that
lasted all night.  It was a night with no safeword.  She took me as close
to my breaking point as I've ever been.  I almost broke when she spread my
buttocks and kept them spread with duct tape while she pushed hot needles
into the tender skin around my anus.  I was hanging upside-down, my legs
spread wide.  I screamed until I was hoarse and begged for mercy until I
passed out.  I woke up in my own bed.  My ass was sore for several days but
I'd passed the final test.

   That night, I told Sara everything you've just read and more.  I told
her about my first sub, a classmate, who'd loved the scene too much and had
run home to her mother.  I told her about Carla and Aunt Grace and filled
her in on the local scene while we sat in my booth.  I was drinking vodka,
rocks, and she was drinking scotch and water.

   One thing that came out of my sessions with Carla was a morbid fear of
canes.  A cane can do real, lasting damage in the hands of someone who
doesn't know what they're doing.  Carla used one on me a couple of times
and it was the worst pain I've ever felt.  Even worse than the hot needles.
When I'm nude and helpless, just the sight of a cane can reduce me to
hysterical tears.  When I was stubborn about doing something Carla would
just say, "Cane," and that would end it.  Even when I'm fully dressed and
in control the sight of a cane makes me feel sick to my stomach.  And I
told this to Sara, too.

   I'd told Sara to dress casually and she was wearing jeans, a tshirt, and
running shoes.  Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.  She
looked like the girl-next-door, fresh-scrubbed and wholesome.  And very
pretty.  I took a sip of vodka and glanced around before asking, "Okay,
where do we go from here?" She'd been taping our conversation with my
permission and she'd also taken several pages of notes.

   "Can I see the dungeon?"

   I nodded.  "Sure.  It's probably not busy since it's early." It was just
past 9:00 p.m.  and the real action wouldn't start until close to midnight.
We finished our drinks and then I took her downstairs.  The dungeon hadn't
changed much over the years.  The sound proofing had been improved and some
new toys added but it was still basically the same dungeon Aunt Grace had
installed.

   When we walked in we saw a cute little brunette spread-eagled on an
x-frame on the west wall.  Her name was Darlene and she was the sub
girlfriend of a tough leather dyke named Evelyn.  Darlene was stretched
tight, gagged, and had clamps on her nipples, labia and clit.  Her breasts,
belly, and thighs showed signs of a recent flogging.  She gave no sign that
she was aware of our presence.  Evelyn had trained her well.  Evelyn wasn't
there so I assumed she'd gone upstairs for a drink.

   I showed Sara around and explained the equipment to her.  She was
wide-eyed and I saw a bead of sweat on her upper lip.  The dungeon is kept
fairly warm but not enough to make her sweat like that.  I knew she was
scared.  Or excited.  When the tour was over we stopped in the center of
the room and I said, "What now?"

   She hesitated.  "I want the whole experience.  I want to know what it's
like to be totally helpless, knowing that I'm going to feel intense pain."

   "Pick a safeword."

   She shook her head.  "No, no safeword.  I'd feel different if I knew I
could stop it at any time."

   It was my turn to hesitate.  Having a safeword was the one unbreakable
rule we had in the dungeon.  I used the wall phone to call upstairs to talk
to Carla.  She wasn't as bothered as I was about the lack of a safeword and
told me to go ahead.  "I'll come down and check periodically."

   I hung up and turned to Sara.  "Hold your hands out in front of you."
She put her hands together and held them out in front of her.  I fastened
leather cuffs around each of her slender wrists and fastened them together
with a spring clip.  Then I led her into the middle of the room and tied
one of the dangling ropes to the cuffs.  I walked over to the post and
pulled the rope in until Sara's arms were stretch over her head.  There was
slack in the rope but she wouldn't be able to bring her arms lower than a
few inches above her head.

   I didn't ask her to strip because I wanted to start slowly.  And I
wanted to uncover her myself.  Like unwrapping a Christmas present.  She
was very lovely and I was starting to feel excited.  I pulled her t-shirt
up and rubbed her belly.  "You're a beautiful slut."

   She sighed as I rubbed her belly and slanted a glance at me.  "Do you
really think I'm beautiful?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, I do.  And you know you are.  You're very aware of your
body.  It shows in the way you move and the way you look at people.  You're
not vain but I'm sure you're proud of the way you look."

   She nodded.  "Yes, I am.  But I'm more proud of the fact that I've
worked hard to stay in shape.  My looks are just luck.  But maintaining my
body is hard work.  I'm sure you know that."

   I nodded and pulled a pocket knife out of my jeans and opened the longer
blade.  Her eyes widened and I saw a flash of fear.  "Relax, I'm just going
to cut your t-shirt off." She nodded and watched as I cut her t-shirt away.
She was wearing a plain cotton bra, Hanes, and I left it for a moment.  I
crouched and removed her running shoes and socks.  Then I unfastened her
belt, unsnapped her jeans, and eased them down and off.  I stuffed her
socks into her running shoes, folded her jeans, and picked up her ruined
t-shirt.  I took them and put them on a small table near the door.  I took
my time because I wanted her to have time to think about what was
happening.

   When I waked back to her I put my hands on her hips and kissed her on
the mouth.  She struggled for a moment before opening her mouth in
surrender.  After a long, satisfying kiss I cut her bra and panties off.  I
ruined them deliberately so she'd think about not having them on when she
left the dungeon.

   As I'd suspected, her body was superb.  Her firm breasts were a good,
full c-cup, round and beautiful, tipped with pale pink nipples that stood
up like pencil erasers.  Her complexion was perfect with only a few
freckles here and there.  Her ass was also superb, her buttocks firmly
rounded, separated by a deep crease.  Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed but
thick, hiding her vulva completely.  Her thighs were long and firm, her
knees delicately sculpted, her calves strong and elegantly curved.  She was
perfect.  And she was embarrassed to be nude.

   I fondled her tits, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.  She closed her
eyes and moaned.  I realized that she was scared, very scared.  "Do you
want me to untie you?"

   She shook her head.  "No, I want you to punish me." Her voice had
changed.  It was deeper and there was something in it that made me think
that there was more to her fear than just being nude and helpless.

   "Why?"

   She closed her eyes and the look on her face was one of deep shame.  "I
deserve it."

   Suddenly it hit me.  "Were you abused as a child?"

   Her eyes flew open.  "No!" Her voice was now higher, like that of a
teenaged girl.  "No, I wasn't abused.  My daddy fucked me because he love
me and because mommy wouldn't satisfy his needs."

   "So why do you want to be punished?"

   Tears began to stream down her face.  "Be ...  be...  because I told
mommy.  I told her that daddy liked to fuck me because I was more of a
woman than she was.  I told her that I loved having daddy fuck me.  I
flaunted myself in front of her." She fell silent, sobbing.

   "And?"

   She began to shake her head from side-to-side, wailing.  "And mommy
killed herself.  She ran her car into a bridge abutment.  The police said
there were no skid marks!" She stood there sobbing and I slipped my arms
around her.  She put her head on my shoulder and I rubbed her back until
she stopped crying.

   Then I untied her and told her to put her jeans, socks, and shoes on. 
"We've got some t-shirts left over from last year's softball team.  I think
I can find one to fit you.  I left her there and went to get the t-shirt.
When I came back she was on her way up the stairs.  Her bare breasts
bounced gently with each step.  She looked very sexy topless.  Her eyes
were red and swollen.  I handed her the t-shirt when she got to the top of
the stairs.  As she was pulling it over her head Evelyn edged past on her
way downstairs.

   I took Sara's hand and led her back into the bar.  I sat her down in my
booth and went to get us each a stiff drink.  When I returned we sat in
silence for a few moments.  Then she said, "I still want the experience. 
For my article, of course."

   I nodded.  "Of course.  But I want you to go home and sleep on it.  You
can come back tomorrow.  I'll be here from noon on.  Probably earlier."

   She nodded.  "Okay." We finished our drinks and I walked her out to her
car.  She was parked in the back lot.  She's 5' 10" so I had to lift myself
on my toes to kiss her goodnight.  I ran my hands up under her t-shirt,
enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin under my palms.  "Would you like
to come home with me?"

   I smiled.  "I'd love to but not tonight.  You need to relax and decide
if this is what you really want." I kissed her again and stepped back so
she could get into her car.  I felt very virtuous as I walked back inside.

   I found Carla.  "Can you get away for a couple of minutes?  I want you
whip me."

   She took me downstairs and whipped me until I was sobbing.  It didn't
make me feel any better but it took my mind off Sara.  At the end, sobbing,
I said, "Give me five with a cane." I closed my eyes and screamed as the
cane raised welts on my ass.  When it was over Carla untied me and took me
back upstairs to the bar.  I was still nude as I waited tables until
closing time.  Carla made me do most of the cleanup myself.  She knew what
I needed in the mood I was in.  When I finished, she took me upstairs and
fucked me with a huge punishment dildo.  I cried myself to sleep after she
left.

   Saturday morning was unusually warm for April and I took full advantage.
I ran my errands wearing a pair of soft cotton exercise shorts, a sports
bra under a skimpy little sleeveless top, socks.  and my Nike cross
trainers.  I did wear a pair of sexy thong panties.  One of my stops was
the beauty salon run by one of my favorite customers.  She trimmed my
unruly hair and then I went in back and one of her girls gave me a full
bikini wax.  On the way out I told her I'd probably be sending in a new
girl for the full treatment.

   I stopped at the bank to use the ATM, the post office, and the
supermarket before heading over to The Haven.  As usual, Carla was already
there.  She's still my domme even though it's not an active, full time
relationship.  She'll always be my domme.  She glanced up and smiled as I
locked the front door behind me.  "Strip."

   I obediently slipped out of my clothes and folded them neatly and put
them on a shelf underneath the bar.  I kept my socks and cross trainers. 
Carla ran her fingers over the welts on my ass and said, "You'll have some
bruises for at least ten days.  Maybe longer." We worked together to get
ready to open at 1:00 p.m.

   Sara showed up at noon, wearing shorts and a halter.  I threw Carla a
pleading glance but she shook her head and I was still nude when I opened
the door to admit Sara.  Her eyes widened when she saw me nude.  She was
even more surprised when she saw the welts on my ass.  Before I could say a
work Carla took over.  "Get your clothes off, bitch.  There's work to do."
Sara gave me a startled look.  I just shrugged.  She stripped down to her
socks and Carla put her to work.

   As we worked, I managed to whisper an explanation and Sara readily
accepted the notion that although I was a domme myself I would always be
Carla's sub.  We worked hard for forty-five minutes, finishing with fifteen
minutes to spare before it was time to open.  Carla pulled out a chair and
sat down.  She pointed to the floor in front of the chair and said, "I want
you both on your knees."

   We dropped to our knees in front of her.  I assumed the proper position
and was impressed when Sara looked at me and assumed the same position. 
Carla leaned forward and ran the back of her hand over my nipples.  "I want
you back in a collar for the summer.  Any problems with that?"

   The only possible answer was, "No, ma'am."

   She smiled.  "I know I don't have to explain but I will.  I want you
under close supervision when you train this beauty next to you.  She's too
beautiful and too fragile to risk screwing it up.  Understand?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am."

   She glanced at Sara.  "Any objections?  Are you going to submit to this
scrawny little redheaded scrub?"

   Sara, wide-eyed, said, "No objections, ma'am.  And yes, I'm planning to
submit to Hanna.  I mean Ms.  Hill.  If she'll have me."

   Carla snorted.  "That's a good one, if she'll have you!  Let me tell you
this.  All the time I was working her last night she was thinking about
you. Girl's in love.  Wants your ass so bad she can't see straight!  If she
wants you!  Ha.  Girl would crawl over hot coals to lick the sweat off your
thighs.  That's a fact!" She glanced at me.  "Isn't it?"

   I shot a quick glance at Sara and then lowered my eyes to a spot near
Carla's feet.  "Yes, ma'am.  You're right."

   "Damn right I'm right.  Now get your butts down to the dungeon.  I got
to open up in ten minutes."

   We scampered downstairs and Carla collared us both.  Then she cuffed us
and had us stand face-to-face, belly-to-belly, while she looped a rope
around both sets of cuffs and pulled it until our arms were stretched above
our heads.  My arms, naturally, were stretched more than Sara's." She left
us there, saying she'd be back in an hour or so.  Before she left she ran a
long strap around our bodies and cinched it tight so that we were pressed
together.  She fastened the strap and patted each of us on the butt before
leaving.  She paused at the door to turn the heater on and I saw her push
the thermostat up high.  The dungeon has its own heat and it was going to
get very warm.

   It was very erotic to be belly-to-belly with the most beautiful woman
I'd ever met, the woman I was falling in love with.  Since she's three
inches taller, her breasts were kind of resting on top of mine.  I bent my
head and licked her nipples, one after the other.  She giggled.  When I
shot her a dirty look she made a face.  "Sorry, but it tickled." She bent
and kissed me.  "Do you really love me?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, I do."

   "And you'll still enslave me?  How can you do that if you love me?"

   "One has nothing to do with the other." It sounds stupid but it's true.
At least in my case it's true.  I kissed her back.  "You're not really a
reporter, are you?"

   She shook her head.  "No, I'm not." She licked her lips.  "I'm
unemployed right now.  I was a school teacher until I admitted to being a
lesbian.  They fired me the same day.  I could have sued to get my job back
and I probably would have won but I didn't want to go through all that."

   "So, how'd you wind up in here?  And why pretend to be a reporter?" As I
spoke I pushed my right knee between her legs and rubbed my thigh against
her vulva.

   She moaned.  "I can't think while you're doing that!"

   I pulled my knee out from between her legs.  "Sorry."

   "I came in the other night with a friend and I saw you.  You were
wearing that school girl outfit and looked about seventeen.  I fell in love
with you instantly.  My friend told me a little about you and I decided to
play reporter and find out more."

   "Ummm.  So you're attracted by the school girl look?  Maybe they were
right to fire your ass." She looked hurt and I was instantly contrite. 
"I'm sorry.  Bad joke.  You can ask Carla to beat me later."

   She sniffed.  "Don't think I won't.  But you're right.  I *was*
attracted by the school girl look.  You looked so innocent.  I wanted to
rip your clothes off and go down on you right there in the bar."

   I chuckled.  "It's been done but not too often.  The liquor board frowns
on it."

   I eased my knee between her legs again and she sighed with pleasure as I
rubbed my thigh against her sex.  She spread her feet a little and leaned
against me.  It was getting hot and we were beginning to sweat.  It was
very sexy to feel her wet skin rubbing against mine.  I brought her to
orgasm and then it was my turn.  But in my case, I masturbated myself by
rubbing against her thigh.  After my orgasm we continued to kiss and rub
against each other.  We were sweating profusely and our hair was wet and
plastered to our heads.

   Gradually the head wilted us and we stood quietly, our bodies touching
at every possible point.  I whispered, "Are you sure about all this?"

   She nodded.  "Yes, I want to be your slave.  I love you and I want to be
a good slave."

   I sighed.  "I love you too." I kissed her and at that moment Carla
opened the door.  She released us and shooed us up the back stairs.  "Go up
and take a shower and a nap.  I'm going to work your asses tonight.  You'll
both work the bar.  Nude." As we scampered up the stairs she called, "No
sex either or I'll beat you like drums.  You understand me?"

   We chorused, "Yes, ma'am," and slipped into my apartment.  She said no
sex but she didn't say we couldn't explore each other's bodies in the
shower.  We did and only got out when the hot water was gone.  We dried
off, dried each other's hair, and cuddled on my bed.  I told Sara I wanted
her to have a full bikini wax.  "I want you bare and smooth."

   She nodded, "Anything you say, ma'am." She hugged me and we drifted off
to sleep.

   Carla woke us at 8:00 p.m.  and told us to get our butts down to the
bar. "I'm going to rest until midnight.  Annie's got the bar.  You two do
what she says, hear me?" We nodded and hurried out the door.  Annie was a
cute domme, an Asian girl with short black hair, beautiful almond-shaped
eyes, and smooth copper skin.  She and I had a little history but not much.
Two dommes usual don't get along for too long.  But now, under Carla's
orders, Annie was in charge.  She enjoyed seeing me nude and collared and
enjoyed working my butt off.  She didn't care for blondes so she paid
little attention to Sara.  It was a good thing because I would have kicked
her ass, orders or no orders, if she'd made a move on Sara.  Carla would
have blistered my ass afterward but it would have been worth it.

   The regulars enjoyed seeing me work nude but they knew the situation and
knew better than to try to take advantage.  I was stroked and fondled and I
took it in stride.  Sara was a little flustered when someone slipped a hand
between her legs but she soon got used to it.  I enjoyed watching her and I
especially enjoyed the dreamy look on her face when someone was fondling
her.  The girl definitely liked being handled.

   We worked hard until closing at 2 a.m., and then we worked hard for
another hour getting the bar cleaned up.  We were closed Sunday, so we
could sleep late.  Sara was staying with me, of course.  Carla gave me
permission to begin training Sara.  She warned me to be careful and said
she'd be talking to us every day.  She left and I locked the door behind
her.  Then I took Sara's hand and we walked upstairs to my apartment.

   We were so tired we fell asleep almost immediately after taking a quick
shower.  I woke up at six a.m.  Sara was still sound asleep, laying on her
back, legs spread slightly.  I crawled between her legs and began to lick
and kiss her, high on the soft skin on her inner thighs.  She sighed as my
tongue found her clit.  I brought her to orgasm without waking her up.  I
wondered what she was dreaming about as she came.  She had a sweet taste
that I enjoyed.  After that I stretched out beside her with my head propped
on my hand and just stared at her magnificent body.  After a while I felt
sleepy again.  I curled up next to her and fell asleep with my head resting
on her thigh.

   I woke again shortly after 11:00 a.m.  I was on my back, my legs spread,
and Sara was lightly stroking my bare vulva with the tips of her fingers.
Her face was about six inches from my pussy and she looked fascinated.  She
glanced up at me and smiled, "I've never looked at another woman's cunt
from this close!  Yours is so beautiful!  And so delicate." She eased her
finger into me and I moaned with pleasure.  She grinned as I pushed myself
against her finger, whimpering in need.  She placed her thumb on my clit
and began to rub.  I moaned and whimpered and screamed with pleasure when I
came.  She held her hand in front of my face and I licked her finger clean.

   "Are you going to start training me this morning?"

   I shook my head.  "No, I can't.  I have to call Carla."

   She was clearly puzzled.  "Why?"

   I shook my head.  "You'll see." I dialed Carla's home number and when
she answered I said, "It's Hanna.  Can you train Sara?  Can you handle both
of us for a few months?"

   "Why?"

   I glanced at Sara.  "Because I'm in love.  Because I want to get down on
my knees and worship her." I saw Sara's eyes widen in surprise.

   "So what exactly are you saying, Hanna?"

   I took a deep breath.  "I'm saying that I want you to train Sara and
then I want to get down on my knees and submit to her.  I'm a slave at
heart.  I just realized it.  Maybe I had to meet my personal goddess before
I realized it."

   "Put her on the phone."

   I handed the phone over.  "She wants to talk to you."

   Sara's part of the conversation consisted of "Yes, ma'am" and "No,
ma'am" and it only lasted for a minute.  After she put the phone down she
held her arms out and I crawled into her lap.  She fondled me and told me
that she loved me, that I was the cutest tomboy bitch she'd ever met.  She
went down on me and it was incredible.  She teased me with her tongue until
I was begging her to let me come.  When she finally brought me to orgasm
she smiled and said, "You're mine now.  Or almost mine." Then we scampered
downstairs and were waiting, on our knees, when Carla let herself in.

   The summer was incredibly intense.  But first we had to get through my
graduation.  Carla and Sara both attended, beaming like proud parents. 
They were the only one's who knew that all I had on, other than my robe,
was a pair of sandals and my collar.  We had a dinner celebration that
night and then Sara's training began.  At the same time, Carla worked me,
retraining me, preparing me for the day when I'd go to Sara on my belly and
lick her feet in submission and being my life as a slave.

   Sara's training lasted through the summer and beyond, into October.  I'm
not sure if it was just Carla's perfectionist ways or just that she enjoyed
having us both as her slaves.  Having declared myself a slave I couldn't
keep control of the bar.  I solved that problem by giving Sara and Carla
30% each.  I kept the remaining 40% but they were in control.  Being a sub
again, this time permanently, was surprisingly satisfying - with no more
decisions to make, fewer worries, no responsibilities.

   Carla did have Sara waxed and I marveled at the beauty of her bare cunt.
It was as perfect as the rest of her body.  But I wasn't allowed to touch
her until she was trained and was ready to accept my submission.  Seeing
her every day, nude, and not being able to touch her was pure agony.  Carla
worked her hard.  I spent hours on my knees in the dungeon, watching Carla
put Sara through her paces.  I watched her cry, heard her scream, and
listened to her as she begged for mercy.  Once, Carla put Sara on her knees
on a large tray full of pebbles.  Sara was trussed up tight and had a penis
gag in her mouth.  She endured it as long as she could and then endured it
for hours more, tears streaming down her face, rocking from side-to-side,
and trying to ease the torment.  Finally, unable to watch any longer, I
picked Sara up and put her down on the floor.  My punishment was to replace
her and do the remainder of her time - ninety minutes - and a full five
hours of my own.

   We went to the Cape in August and spent two weeks in P-town.  We spent a
lot of time on the nude beach at Race Point.  Carla took us out at night,
leading us in and out of bars on leashes.  We wore sandals and sundresses,
nothing more.  Other than our collars, that is.  Carla used us both but we
were forbidden to have sex with each other.  We never disobeyed.  We were
both too scared of what Carla might do if she caught us.

   Finally, on the 28th of October, Carla decided that Sara was ready. 
They spent the entire day away.  When they returned, Sara had a new hairdo
and was wearing a new black dress.  She still had a nice tan so her legs
were bare.  She had a new pair of strappy sandals that she'd bought to go
with the dress.  She looked elegant.  I'd worked all day and I looked like
something the cat dragged in.  But, at 10:00 p.m.  Sara was seated in a
chair near the last booth.  It was no longer my booth, it belonged to her
and Carla.

   I was wearing cutoff jeans and a tank top.  I took them off and crawled
the length of the room on my belly.  About fifty regular customers were
watching.  I slipped Sara's sandals off her feet and set them aside.  Then
I licked Sara's feet in abject submission and begged her to accept me as
her slave.  She let me grovel until my humiliation was complete.  Then she
bent and grabbed a handful of hair and jerked my head up.  "Get your skinny
little ass down to the dungeon and wait for me.  On your belly, your hands
laced behind your neck.  You're going to scream tonight."

   I whispered, "Yes, mistress." And then I crawled away.  When I was far
enough away I got up and ran.  She let me wait for at least an hour.  And I
did scream.  By morning I had my voice was almost gone.  I was standing in
the middle of the dungeon, the only thing keeping me from collapsing was
the rope that was holding my hands above my head.  I was staring at the
floor in a near-stupor, sweat streaming down my body.

   Sara grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand and lifted my head
until my eyes met hers.  She slid her right hand down across my belly and
cupped my vulva, squeezing hard.  "This is mine.  You're mine.  I *own*
this cunt and this body.  Nobody touches you but me and you don't touch
anybody unless I order you to do so.  Do you understand?'

   I nodded and croaked, "Yes, mistress."

   She smiled and touched her lips to mine.  "If I so much as see you
holding hands with someone I use the cane on you until you don't have an
inch of whole skin left anywhere on your body.  Got that?"

   I shivered in terror.  "Yes, mistress." I was so scared I wet myself.

   She untied the rope and caught me over her shoulder as I fell forward.
She carried me upstairs and put me down on the bed while she filled a tub
with hot water and bubble bath.  Then she picked me up again and carried me
into the bathroom.  She eased me down into the tub and sat down beside it.
She put a folded towel behind my neck and I drifted off to sleep.  When I
woke she was gently washing my body with a bath sponge and liquid soap. 
She shampooed my hair and then let the water out of the tub.  She stripped
while the water was running out and then got in with me.  She turned the
shower on and rinsed my hair.  When she was satisfied she turned the water
off and helped me out of the tub.  I sat astride the toilet while she dried
my hair.  Then she picked me up and carried me to bed.  I slept until one
p.m., cuddled up against her.

   When I woke up she kissed me and got up to get a strap-on.  She came
back and handed me a jar of petroleum jelly.  I stared at her in silence
with tears in my eyes.  Then, after a long moment, I got up on my knees and
greased my anus.  Then I lay back down with two pillows under my belly and
reached back to spread my buttocks.  I stared at the wall while she
sodomized me.  I had tears running down my cheeks but they were from
crying. I was happy because my personal, private goddess was using me for
her own pleasure.

   I supported my weight on my forearms while she reamed my ass.  After
several minutes she stopped with the dildo almost out of my ass.  "Clench
your asshole and hold it in." I obeyed with hesitation.  She looped a
velvet cord around my neck and pulled it tight.  I stared the wall,
offering no resistance at all.  She tightened the cord until my breath was
cut off.  I was starting to see spots when she slammed the dildo home with
a convulsive thrust of her hips.  I had the most intense fuckin' orgasm I'd
ever experienced!  She loosened the cord and pulled it off.  I took a deep
shuddering breath.  She eased the dildo out of my ass and stroked my
buttocks.  "Good girl.  I had to know if you trusted me."

   I turned and looked at her, whispered, "Of course I trust you, mistress.
You own me." I turned and licked her knee.  She has the prettiest knees
I've ever seen.  "I love you.  I worship you.  Do as you wish with me. 
Just let me serve you."

   The End.

   

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