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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.

If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!





"Moth to The Flame PT5B"



By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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story for their own, non-commercial use.



Copyright (c) 2002 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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"Moth to the Flame PT5B" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



There was a small bathroom downstairs next to the playroom, and Lois made me
sit on the toilet seat.  She filled the small sink with warm soapy water,
then ordered me to stand as she washed the sweat and secretions from my
body.



"Mistress, may I ask a question?"



"Certainly, Annette," Lois answered.



"Was that a fair test of my submission?  It seemed as if Colleen was
deliberately trying to make me fail, so that I would be whipped."



"It's true that Colleen was using you in many ways, but she didn't have to
cheat.  After all, she merely had to ask me for permission to whip you, and
I would have agreed.  Besides, I had already given you to her for the
 night."



"Ouch!" I cried when Lois touched a tender spot.



"Now Colleen is a very good friend of mine, and she would never do anything
to hurt you, and that includes breaking the skin.  You've never bled from
one of sessions, have you?"



"No, Mistress," I agreed.



"Nor will you from any of my friends either, as they are all responsible
Dommes - else I would not be associating with them."



"Yes, Mistress," I answered.



Was it just an act then?  I had been scared the first few times when Lois
had used me, and I found she was not quite as fierce as her words indicated.
So then Colleen was just trying to scare me."



"Do you feel better?" asked Lois.



"Yes, Mistress," the brief washing (she had washed me from my neck to my
knees) had done wonders, and I no longer felt sweaty, Lois toweled me dry
again, and we shared that special bond between slave and Domme.



"That's good," said Lois.



"Thank you ever so much Mistress for caring about me so deeply," I told
Lois.



"That's very nice Annette considering all of the things that I've introduced
you to in the last few months as part of your slavery."



"Mistress I now understand that I am bound to you by chains of love, and my
discipline and bondage are your expressions of that love," I told Lois.



"Very good, Annette.  But that won't save you from any future punishments."



"No, Mistress," I answered.



"We had better go before Colleen gets angry - she can be very difficult when
upset."



"Yes, Mistress."



Lois then locked my wrists behind my back.  She then produced something new!
She locked a small chain to my collar, and then pulled my wrists up and
locked them to the chain.  I was doubly helpless, as I couldn't do anything
with my hands.



I expected her to place a ball-gag in my mouth, but instead she merely
locked a leash to my collar, and gave it a very modest tug to pull me along.



"Time to go," said Lois, and then she unexpectedly kissed me on the cheek!



I wondered if any other slave had ever been so affectionately treated by her
Mistress!  Here I was, being led to a whipping and Lois and I had just
exchanged the most tender of confidences between us!  Of course a naked
slave girl doesn't have any secrets from her Mistress.  Once she removes her
clothes and locks a collar around her neck, she has placed her fate in the
hands of another woman is will administer both pain and pleasure to her, all
while keeping her safety in mind - hence Lois telling me about breaking my
skin.  Which I supposed was the dividing line in slavery!



Even in my bound condition, I walked proudly behind my Mistress Lois, my
head held high, although I didn't engage Colleen in direct eye contact -
which would have been a no-no as well.  The brief washcloth bath had revived
me, and along with my little conversation with Lois, I felt different about
my bondage.



Pride.  I felt proud of both myself and my slavery to Mistress Lois, and I
wanted to demonstrate that no matter how severe the bondage or punishment I
was willing to endure it for the love my Mistress!



"Thank you," Colleen said to Lois as she handed her my leash.



"Feeling better, are we, slave?" Colleen asked.



"Yes, Mistress," I answered.



"Why did you come without permission?" Colleen demanded.



"I'm sorry Mistress, I lost control.  I'll try and learn to never let it
happen again."



"You're a bad girl, Annette."



"Yes, Mistress."



"Do you know what happens to bad girls?"



"They get punished, Mistress."



"No darling," said Colleen as she reached out with her free hand and
squeezed my cheeks, "they get whipped!"



"Yes, Mistress," I dutifully answered.



"Have you ever been whipped before?"



"Yes, Mistress," I replied, "Mistress Lois has whipped me many times."



"We'll see just how much experience you have with the lash," Colleen said
very seriously to me.



"Yes, Mistress."



Colleen released the chain holding my wrists to my collar, and then released
the lock holding my wrist bracelets together.



"You may select a whip that I will use on you," instructed Colleen.



I was to select the instrument of my punishment!  Hesitantly I walked over
to the wall rack where Lois kept her discipline instruments.  Arrayed in
neat rows were riding crops, paddles, tawse, floggers, gags, and long
sinuous whips that could coil around a naked girl's body like a snake and
slice her skin to ribbons - depending on the skill of the woman wielding it,
of course!



There is nothing more intimate than a girl selecting the instrument that is
going to deliver pain unto her flesh.  I shivered as I touched each device,
remembering the many agonies that it caused me in the past!



At any time, of course, I could grab my clothes and suitcase and leave - and
then Lois's door would be barred to me forever.  No more playroom, no
bondage, no rubber Maid's outfits!  Nothing!  But most of all, no
discipline!



Was I a masochist?  Is that why I craved the paddle and the lash?



For whatever reason, I had found fulfillment wearing the collar of another
woman, and I would do nothing to endanger that.



So I removed the whip that I knew would cause me the most pain and agony,
and after kneeling, presented it to Mistress Colleen.



"This humble slave requests that Mistress Colleen use this whip on my
nakedness."



"Thank you, slave.  Are you aware that this kind of whip can be the most
painful?"



"Yes, Mistress.  And I am sure that Mistress Colleen can use it properly on
my naked and vulnerable body."



"Very good, Annette.  Lois, I'd like her hanging from the ceiling, with her
legs opened with a spreader bar."



"Do you want her wrists together or also spread?" Lois asked.



"Hmmmmm, spread as well," Colleen answered.



In no time at all, I was hanging as Mistress Colleen had instructed, with my
naked body in the shape of an X.  My shod feet were just barely touching the
floor, and my fingers were grasping at empty air.



Totally naked and exposed, I had never felt so defenseless before.  Slavery
takes away all of those weapons that nature and society endow women with.
Gone are clothes, societal conventions, and all of the usual norms that
about women's place in the world.



Now I was just a naked slave hanging from the ceiling, with my arms and legs
spread wide, my breasts, sex, indeed my entire body easy prey for the whip!



"Kiss the whip," Colleen ordered.



My lips touched instrument of my agony, and I pulled uselessly at my bonds
without effect.



"What is your safeword?" Colleen demanded.



"Sinful, Mistress Colleen."



"Whatever you do, do not forget it," solemnly intoned Colleen.



"Yes, Mistress," I answered.



"Prepare yourself, Annette."



How can I truly describe the agony of the whip?  Like a snake it throws its
coils around my naked body, and the tip comes to rest like a burning flame
on my nakedness.  I hang in my bonds as Colleen uses the dreaded instrument
upon me, secure in the unforgiving bondage of steel and leather that I have
voluntarily placed my self into.



For months I have been serving Lois, first at Catherine's house and now Lois
's.  I have endured every session with my beloved Mistress Lois.



But now, for the first time, another Domme is using me.  I watch as Colleen
wields the whip.  She circles around me, her heels clicking on the floor,
like a female leopard circling her prey.  I admire her pretty outfit, which
is definitely not for sale in the local mall.



Then she swings the whip, and another line of fire has been drawn across my
nakedness!



Also intently watching me is Mistress Lois.  She is watching in insure my
safety, even though she has told me that she knows that Colleen is
trustworthy and will not hurt me in any way.  I am also being watched so
that she may observe my behavior under the lash.



But strangely I now have no fear at all.  Even though I am naked and
chained, and under the lash, I have no fear that I will be hurt - only that
I will somehow embarrass Mistress Lois by my comportment while being
whipped.



So I stand proudly in my chains, and do not shirk as the whip stripes my
body again and again!



"Your little bath seems to have revived you, Annette," Colleen commented.



"Yes.yes, Mistress," I answered through a haze of pain.



"You seem to be standing proudly in your chains.  Is that the word to
describe you?"



"Yes, Mistress," I choked out the words.



My whipping began again, and it landed between my thighs into my sex!  Next
my back, and my already tormented breasts soon fell under the lash!



Intent on her work, Colleen continued my punishment in earnest, delivering
stripe after stripe onto my naked body.



I knew that Lois had never used me before to such an extent, and I resolved
that no matter how many stripes I would accrue I would not call my safeword.



"How do you feel?" Colleen asked, giving me a pause in my agony.



"Fine, Mistress," I answered.



I could feel the sweat pouring from beneath my arms, between my breasts, and
between my legs.  My skin must have been shining under the lights as I was
whipped.



"You're a very brave girl," said Colleen.



"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.



I stuck my chest out, and I could see the marks on my pretty breasts.  I
wondered just what the rest of me must look like.  My ribs were probably
outlined under my skin, given my stretched nudity.



My agony continued as Colleen began another series strokes to my nakedness!
Had I been sensible I would have given my safeword a long time ago, but
instead I had resolved to stand my ground and suffer, lest I embarrass
Mistress Lois!



I wished that I had a gag in my mouth, but instead I see them hanging from
the wall, mocking me with their promise of silence and dignity.



Instead I worry that I am going to cry out in shame that I cannot endure
Colleen's punishment and make Lois look foolish for the second time in one
night!



The price of a Dominatrix's reputation is the ability of her slaves to
endure punishment, their cost reflected in the stripes that adorn their
flesh.



I cringe as another stroke of the whip lands on my sex, on the inside of my
thighs, the most sensitive part of a woman's body!



"Aaaaaaaah!" I moan in agony.



I am sure that I must look a real mess right now, my hair in complete
disarray.  Funny how such trivial thoughts cross my mind as I am being
whipped!



"Kiss the whip," Colleen orders.



"Mistress?"



"Kiss the whip, or I'll start again," said Colleen.



"Yes, Mistress," I say gratefully.



"She's very well trained after all, Lois.  You've done a superb job with
her, and my compliments."



"Thank you, Mistress Colleen."



"You're welcome, Mistress Lois," Colleen answered.



"May I take her down?" Lois asked.



"Of course."



Actually, it took the efforts of both Dommes to take me down.  Whipped and
strained, my naked body was composed of agony and little else.



Eventually, I was bathed and soothed, and in Colleen's bed.  On the
night-table was a paddle, crop and dildo as usual.



Colleen soon joined me naked in bed.



"How do you feel?" Colleen asked.



"Fine, Mistress," I answered.



"Well enough to make love?"



"Yes, Mistress," I replied.



"For the moment, let me do all the work."



"But I'm supposed to service you, Mistress," I pointed out.



"Hush, darling.  You have endured so much today, let me give you pleasure
instead of pain for a change, lest you think that I am a sadistic Domme, out
only to inflict pain on others."



"Yes, Mistress," I replied.



Laying back in bed, my head buried in the pillows, I watched as Colleen's
head buried itself between my thighs to the sex that she had just whipped so
recently.  My pain soon turned to pleasure as Colleen's tongue found my lips
and clit, and she was an experienced lover of women.



I enjoyed the feelings of lust in my body as I was soon in the throes of
orgasm, and later Morpheus claimed my consciousness as I drifted off into
blessed dreamless sleep.



The End of "Moth to the Flame PT5B"



To be Continued..

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