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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
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   "Moth to The Flame PT3"

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   It was a couple of months before my husband finally noticed.  I had
taken a shower and was drying myself off of the bed, when he walked in
unexpectedly and noticed the red marks on my flesh.

   "Honey?"

   "Yes, dear," I answered.

   "What are those marks?" he asked.

   "Nothing, darling - I slipped and fell one day while playing tennis."

   "But those don't look like bruises - they look like something else," he
observed.

   "Don't you be concerned, dear," I told him.

   I didn't have to be a psychic to know that his suspicions had been
aroused.  The only question was, how curious was he going to be?

   "Mmmmmph!"

   Until this evening, I had never considered the erotic possibilities of
footstools.  The furniture that I had at home had a couple of leather
chairs in my inventory, but I had not purchased a matching leather
footstool.

   I had once seen a picture of some D/s furniture that a company had
manufactured in a magazine.  One of the more intriguing pieces had been a
footstool in the shape of a naked woman.  I wondered who might purchase
such an item for the home.

   However, I was now part of a footstool, and it was driving me crazy!

   In my mouth was a stubby penis gag that took away my power of speech. 
If you've never had one in your mouth before, well its certainly an erotic
experience!  I was bound to a leather footstool, with my arms and legs tied
to each leg.  The footstool was made of black leather, and was kept new by
repeated polishings - so the damn smell of the leather filled my nostrils -
and was making me horny to boot.

   Did I say boot?  Mistress Lois was seated in a leather sofa in front of
me (we were in the Den of Catherine's secluded house), with her booted legs
resting on my back.  I could feel the leather of her thigh-high boots on
me, and I was going nuts with desire!

   Mistress Lois was watching a DVD of two women in action: one dominant,
the other submissive.  I glanced at the TV, watching the D/s session in
action.

   "Very nice DVD, don't you agree, Annette?"

   "Mmmmmph!" I grunted.

   "Do you like the footstool?"

   "Mmmmmph!"

   Had I been able to answer, I would have given her a YES!

   The feel of the leather under my breasts, and between my thighs, the
smell of the leather in my nostrils; and finally my bondage to the
footstool all had combined to make me one very hot slave indeed.  With my
bottom open and exposed, I knew that it wouldn't be long before my aching
cunt would be receiving some attention.

   On a small table nearby rested a paddle, a dildo, and a riding crop.  No
doubt Lois had additional toys nearby - but these three would be all that
would be needed to drive me wild!

   Catherine waited nearby to follow Mistress Lois's orders.  Her favorite
mode of dress seemed to be a Maid's outfit, this one being in red rubber,
as opposed to the usual black rubber.  I could smell the heady aroma of the
rubber, and hear the rustle of its folds as she walked.  I wondered if Lois
made her wear a dildo harness underneath her uniform, which would keep her
constantly excited all the time.

   After I had learned that Catherine had been a member of our former
social set, I dug out my collection of press clippings.  There she was,
wearing designer clothes (or lacking them on a yacht) as part of LI's
exclusive social set.

   Yet, here she was now, a few years later.  Oh, she was still very much
attractive - I had seen her naked on several visits - her skin bearing the
stripes of her slavery.  Except now, she was a sex slave belonging to a
Dominatrix who ordered her around her own house!

   After every one of my visits to Catherine's house I would resume my
normal life in Great Neck once again.  A couple of times, I had even met
Mistress Lois in a store on Northern Boulevard!  I would say hello to her,
and resume my normal business, as would she.

   It would only be when I was at Catherine's house would I be subject to
the cane and the lash, for I was her slave!

   Slave!

   The word rolled easily off of my tongue now, hard to believe I had
disliked the idea until I saw Lois up on a stage in a club in NYC
performing with another of her female slaves.  I had been both appalled and
fascinated at the same time, and couldn't wait to learn more.

   I had placed myself at Lois's tender mercies, which included the paddle,
lash, and gags.

   I sucked at the penis gag, remembering the few times I had condescended
to suck my husband's cock during sex.  I wondered that maybe if I had done
so more, perhaps he would be more interested in me sexually.  In which case
I might not be here, bound to a footstool, being treated like a piece of
furniture!

   "Mmmmmph!"

   I felt one of Lois's high heels dig into my back, feeling the metal tap
of its base on my skin.

   "What a good slave you are," commented Lois, "you know, I have never had
quite such a willing slave."

   I had endured every punishment, every violation of my body that Lois had
invented for me.  I would every outrage, tolerate every violation of my
body that Mistress Lois would perform on me, for I was her slave, and
wanted to submit to her will.

   "Mmmmmph!"

   "I think that you need a little attention now," said Lois.

   With that statement she lifted her booted feet from my back, and placed
them on the carpeted floor.  There was nothing more powerful than the sight
of her booted legs, encased in shiny black leather.

   Her hand began to massage my back, feeling my spine and ribs.

   "Such a lovely girl you are, Annette.  I had no idea of your charms all
those weeks you were following me!  Or of how submissive you have become!
Are all of you wealthy cunts on the North Shore quite so bored that you
would submit so readily to a Dominatrix?"

   "Mmmmmmph!" was all that I could manage in reply.

   Was that really it?  Did all Type A women really want deep down inside,
to be slaves?  I recalled all of the shopping trips to the Miracle Mile,
all of the time that I had given the sales staff a hard time.

   "I have a little surprise for you, darling," Lois said, "you're to go
down to K-Mart in Roosevelt Field, and file an application."

   "Mmmmmph!"

   "You see, Annette, I just can't have you doing nothing all day.  If I
have to work for a living, then to serve me, you shall also."

   "Mmmmmph!"

   "Oh, don't worry.  You'll get hired, let's just say I have influence
with the management.  I'm sure that I can get you something nice - like
lady's intimates.  You'll be handling undies all day long!"

   It would be quite embarrassing if one of my affluent friends were to
walk in, but usually they never got farther than Manhasset.  K-Mart was
just so déclassé!

   Mistress Lois then began to run her hands over my bare exposed bottom,
which I knew would be the first target of her attentions.

   "You have such a lovely ass, Annette.  Pity more men don't give their
women spankings - it would put them in the right frame of mind," Lois
commented.

   I squirmed as her hand found its way between my legs!

   "No need to worry, darling.  Once I'm finished with your bottom, your
delectable cunt will receive my loving care as well."

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   The first strokes of the paddle against my bottom sound like rifle shots
in the den's silence.  As I have been Lois's slave for a while now, I am
used to harder and many more numerous strokes than before.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   After having first paddled one cheek, Lois then proceeds onto the next.
At this rate, my bottom will be read and on fire in no time!

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   My erect nipples brush against the leather of the footstool, furthering
my already heightened sense of excitement.  I feel as if my arms & legs are
welded to the stool's legs, anchoring me in place for punishment.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   I steal a furtive glance at Catherine.  She stands immobile, waiting for
Lois to give her an order.  I wonder how the two of them met, what made
Catherine submit to her.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   This must surely be one of the strangest tableaus ever!  Making the
Mistress of the house a Servant!

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   "Mmmmmmph!" I moan from behind my gag.

   "Enjoying yourself, dear?  Catherine just loves being placed on the
stool - isn't that correct, sweetie?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Catherine answered.

   "There's something quite sensual about being bound on the leather stool,
isn't that correct, Catherine?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "What do we usually do afterwards?"

   "I lick my Mistress's cunt," Catherine answered.

   "Very good, Catherine."

   "Thank you, Mistress."

   "Annette, do you see how well trained Catherine is?  You shall be the
exact same way - obeying my every command."

   "Mmmmph!" I answered.

   "The penis gag is such a great device - silencing and humiliating at the
same time," Lois observed.

   Lois then brandished the dildo, which was anatomically correct.  She
stroked it with her fingers.

   "This will be a test of your control, dear.  I'm going to insert my
friend here into your pussy, and do all sorts of things, play with your
breasts, spank you, and you mustn't let him fall out - else you will be
severely punished.  Do you understand?"

   "Mmmmmph!" I replied.

   I was already wet and excited from the paddling my bottom had received,
so Lois had no trouble inserting her "friend" into my pussy.  I thought
that she would just leave him in my sex, but instead Lois then began to
piston the dildo in and out of my sex!

   "Mmmmmph!" I cried at the additional sexual stimulation.

   A large mirror had also been provided in the den so I could see my own
humiliation.  I watched in grim fascination as Lois pushed and pulled the
rubber phallus at my sex.

   "Are you having fun Annette?" Lois asked, "now remember, you are NOT
allowed to come unless I say so!  So control yourself!"

   "Mmmmmph!" "Mmmmmph!" "Mmmmmph!" I grunted quickly in succession.

   I had been prepared for other forms of stimulation - not to have the
dildo pistoned in my sex.  Desperately I tried to control myself as my body
bucked in response to the invader in my sex.

   "Excellent control," Lois commented.

   "Mmmmmph!" was my only answer.

   Abruptly it stopped!  Lois had suddenly stopped thrusting the rubber
cock inside me, with it in all the way.  I tried to calm myself, to bring
myself down from near orgasm.  I could feel the sweat pour off me onto the
leather underneath my nakedness.

   My heart was pounding in my chest, and the blood was thundering in my
ears.  I had so close to an orgasm!

   Mistress Lois was a fair person!  She could have continued and driven me
to orgasm, and then punished me for it.  That was the usual picture of the
cruel bitch dominatrix.  Instead, she had stopped just before I climaxed.
She wouldn't unfairly cause me to be punished!

   I sucked on the rubber phallus in my mouth, glad for the enforced
silence that it brought me.  Had I not been gagged, I might have
embarrassed myself by moaning and pleading for this erotic agony to stop.
Instead, the gag prevented me from embarrassing myself in front of my
Mistress and Catherine.

   In my bondage, I wondered what sorts of agony that Catherine must have
endured with Mistress Lois.  What sort of punishments had she been put
through to make her a slave?  And what sort of punishments were awaiting
me?

   "Mmmmmmph!" I cried when I felt my nipples pinched.

   "Does that feel good, Mrs.  Harmon?" Lois asked.

   Bound to the leather footstool, gagged by a rubber cock, with a dildo in
my cunt, of course having my nipples pinched felt GOOD!  It was a
combination of sensations together that I would have never endured - unless
I submitted to Mistress Lois.

   "One day, darling, I'll put a plug up you bottom so that I'll have
things in all your three orifices - I'm sure that you'll remember that
session forever!"

   Had I really agreed to a butt plug?  Lois had displayed them for me, and
I simply couldn't imagine such a thing could be used on a woman - until
Catherine had been ordered to raise her skirts for me, and I saw the black
base of one protruding from her bottom.

   The thought of something up my nether regions, filling me to capacity,
scared me deeply.  But I trusted Lois, that was the strange part about this
entire affair.

   "Keep the dildo in your cunt, slave," Lois cautioned me.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   One again, the leather paddle was being applied to my bottom.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   I stayed silent in my bondage, my vaginal muscles keeping a tight grip
on the phallic invader within.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   What is the divider between pleasure and pain?  Where does one stop and
the other begin?

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   I sucked on the rubber cock in my mouth as well.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   Was there really dignity in suffering?  I remembered the Lives of the
Saints that I had been taught about in Church.  Did they enjoy their
suffering sexually, or was it just a religious sacrifice?"

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   "Mmmmmph!" I cried from behind the gag.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   How much erotic stimulation could I endure?  Having my bottom paddled
while trying to keep the dildo in my cunt at the same time, was truly a
great effort on my part.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   "Very good, darling, you have learned great erotic control while under
my tuition.  Your agony is almost over," said Lois.

   Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

   I had feared that the last blow to my poor bottom was going to be a
bone-jarring explosion that would make me climax and the dildo slip out. 
Instead, the last series was no different than any of the others that had
reddened my behind.

   "Mmmmmmph!" I moaned when I felt Lois's hand massage my ass cheeks.

   "Sorry to say you'll be feeling this session every time that you sit
down for a few days.  But I think that you'll agree that it was worth it,
darling," Lois commented.

   Suddenly I felt the roller buckle that was keeping the gag in my mouth
opened, and soon the rubber cock was removed, and Lois thoughtfully wiped
my mouth with a tissue, so that my spittle wouldn't fall on the carpet.

   "Thank you, Mistress Lois," I told her.

   "You're quite welcome, darling," Lois replied, "and you're quite the
submissive.  I thought for certain that you were going to climax and let
the dildo slip out."

   "Yes, Mistress,"

   "Ooooooooh!" I moaned when the dildo was pulled out of my sex.

   "Now be a good girl and lick it clean," Lois ordered.

   The dildo was offered to my waiting lips, and I soon cleaned it of my
secretions.  I could taste myself, just as I had done so many times before
from Lois's lips, and her other sex toys as well!

   "That's good, Catherine, please undo her ropes," Lois ordered, "we have
more ground to cover this evening."

   "Yes, Mistress," Catherine answered.

   "You may bring her to the playroom, I'll be waiting there for you."

   "Yes, Mistress," Catherine answered.

   For a few moments at least, we were alone.  Catherine and me, two slaves
to Mistress Lois.

   "Aren't you jealous that I'm here?" I asked Catherine.

   "Lois has used many women, and some men, in my house.  So how can I be
jealous?"

   "But that means that she is giving her attentions to someone else."

   "I have been down in that playroom more than anyone else," Catherine
answered.

   "Aaaaaaah!" I moaned when Catherine released the ropes and brought me to
my feet, my aching joints protesting and blood returning to bound limbs.

   "Rest a while," said Catherine as she seated me on a chair.

   From a nearby pitcher, she poured a glass of ice water, and I drank
slowly, taking small sips.  I had already learned that after a session if I
took too much, I might vomit up the water.  So I took it slowly and
carefully.  Besides, additional torments now awaited me downstairs.  So I
knew not to drink too much now.

   "Did you enjoy the footstool?" Catherine asked.

   "Yes."

   "Lois will also use you as a footstool.  You'll have to be on your hands
and knees, and she'll lay her booted feet on you."

   "Thanks for the warning." I told Catherine.

   "You're welcome."

   Catherine went to tidy up, and coiled the ropes that had bound me, and
placed the dildo and gag back on the small table with the paddle.

   Here I was, totally naked, and Catherine was wearing a rubber Maid's
uniform.  Two slaves to the same Mistress.

   "Aren't you worried about being punished for talking to me?" I asked.

   "I'll be punished whether I talk to you or not," Catherine answered.

   "Oh," I answered.

   "Did you enjoy your ordeal?" Catherine questioned.

   "Yes, very much so."

   "Better than another boring cocktail party?  Hearing about who's going
to Europe for the summer, or a hot stock, or who is sleeping with who?"
Catherine asked.

   "Yes."

   "That's why I became a slave, Annette.  I had met Lois socially, and she
showed me bondage - and it filled a strange void in my life.  That's why I
gave up the social set."

   "I understand," I told her.

   What could be more honest than two slaves sharing a confidence together?

   "Come now, I'd better get you ready.  It was OK to chat for a while,
after all, you had to recover, but now its time to go downstairs for your
next scene," said Catherine.

   I stood up, and crossed my hands behind my back.  Catherine wasted no
time linking my bracelets together.  A red rubber ball-gag was placed in my
mouth, and I stood silently as it was secured at the base of my neck. 
Next, a leash was locked to my collar, and finally I was again blindfolded.

   Catherine led me silently to my next ordeal, and I went willingly.

   "Mmmmmmph!" I grunted from behind the ball-gag.

   A gag in my mouth gave me the dignity to endure my sessions with
Mistress Lois.  Had I not been gagged, I might have embarrassed myself by
pleading to not be punished.  Instead, without the power of speech, I could
stand the pain that would otherwise have me humiliating myself.

   Mistress Lois pushed two half-dollar coins into my right hand.  Since I
was gagged I obviously couldn't use my safeword, so releasing the coins
onto the stone floor would be my signal that I had reached my limits.

   Except that I didn't WANT to reach my limits.  I wanted Lois to punish
me until I was in agony and my flesh striped - that would be proof of my
total submission to her!

   I was now hanging between the two columns again, my feet just touching
the stone floor.  My naked body was stretched, and the ribs were visible
under my naked skin.  Lois had shown me what I looked like in the mirror, I
was the very picture of exposed and vulnerable femininity.

   Had the other girls from the Country Club been here, I wondered what
they would have thought of me now?  Probably that I was just a slut, a
worthless woman who had no dignity.

   Except that bound like this, I thought that I had more dignity than they
ever possibly could.

   "Mmmmmph!"

   Mistress Lois had been exploring my nakedness with her fingers, probing
at my breasts and cunt.

   "You've come a long way, darling," Lois observed, "originally I thought
that you were just a fake - that you were going to leave me after just a
few weeks.  Instead, you have come back time after time.  Is that marriage
of yours so bad that you must respite under my lash?" Lois asked.

   "Mmmmph!" I answered, moving my head up and down in the affirmative.

   "Well, at least you're honest," said Lois.

   What do you say to a woman that holds you captive with steel and
leather? Lois knew how to play me like a violin, how to send sexual
impulses through me like a laser beam.

   "Tonight, my dear, I promise you further agony.  Catherine, you may
select a crop for me," Lois ordered, "once you have been better trained,
then you shall select the instrument of your punishment.  But not just
yet!"

   Had I not been gagged and chained, I would gladly have selected the crop
before I was bound to the pillars.  However, in thrall to Lois, I would
only do as she ordered me to.

   Lois flexed the crop in her hands.  In addition to her high-heeled
boots, she was also wearing a very sexy black leather bodysuit that showed
off her figure.

   It was quite different than the business suit that she wore most days at
the dealership!

   One day, the "Check Engine" light came on in the car and I had to bring
it to the dealership.  I did not engage Mistress Lois in conversation,
rather just exchanging pleasantries.  Under my clothing, I felt that my
marks radiated heat in Lois's presence.

   So here I was, naked again in the playroom, about to undergo another
ordeal - and truth to be told, I couldn't wait!

   "Mmmmph!" I grunted when Lois pinched my already erect right nipple.

   "What a true slut you are, Annette.  Does your husband know about our
little bondage trysts?  That you are truly my slavegirl?  Or is he
constantly on the road traveling, and possibly a boob?"

   "Mmmmph!" I answered.

   Being gagged give a slave dignity, preventing her from embarrassing
herself with a foolish answer or outburst.  I glanced at myself in the
mirror.  There is something truly sexy about being gagged, especially with
a red ball-gag.  Your lips outline the rubber invaded, and anyone can see
what is being held within.  Unlike a penis gag, which is held inside the
mouth, and all that's visible outside is a leather strap.

   Her hand reaches down further, and I know that next my poor pussy will
be feeling her attentions.  Sure enough, I am rewarded when I feel her
fingers caress my clit!

   "Mmmmmph!" I cry.

   "No need to worry dear, when I'm finished, you'll be severely cropped!"

   I hang in my chains as Lois fondles my cunt, bringing me again to the
brink of orgasm!  She is true Mistress in the use of a woman's body,
playing mine like a musical instrument.

   Before marriage, a man once tried to seduce me saying that he would play
my body like a violin and that we would be making beautiful music together.
What a hackneyed old pickup line that was!

   In contrast, Mistress Lois truly knew how to erotically excite, and keep
a slave girl at the very gates of orgasm - and frustrate her efforts for
release.  Her weapons were steel and leather, but I was bound to her by
more than chains!

   Lois stopped her fondling, and I hung motionless, my feet on the stone
floor.

   I watched with eyes wide as she flexed the crop in front of me, bending
it for my benefit to show its resilience and strength.  It would be a
terrible weapon to use on a naked girl!

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   The sound of the crop was almost so faint that even in the silence of
the playroom I could barely hear it.  However, when it struck my naked
skin, it felt like a small line of fire had been drawn across it.

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   Lois was striking me with only a small portion of the crop's length, and
the leather tip at its end.  Still, it did hurt with every stroke.

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   Had Catherine been seduced by the same things as me?  The bondage, the
leather, and the punishments meted out by Mistress Lois?

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   Every stroke upon my naked and unprotected flesh gradually warmed me up
even further.  I was already in a heightened state of sexual excitement,
and the crop served to excite me even more!

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   I bit down on the ball-gag, glad for it's presence in my mouth.  Twice
today I had been used while gagged, and it had added a new dimension to my
ordeal.

   Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   I wondered how the other women in the Country Club might view me now!

   "Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

   I jerked within my chains, but I was held fast.  What could a naked girl
do against steel and leather?

   Crack!

   Lois had abruptly changed the manner of her strokes.  Before, only the
tip of the crop had struck my flesh, now she was using more of the crop's
leather clad length on my poor flesh.

   Crack!

   I blamed no one else for my submission to Lois, not even Vera.  Had I
not discovered Lois, I'm sure that I would have found another diversion to
entertain myself.

   Crack!

   The sad fact is, there are plenty of wealthy women who have nothing
better to do than to go shopping all day, and waste their empty lives
sitting by the pool, gossiping.  My husband had forbidden me to work - so
when he discovers my activities he shouldn't be too surprised!

   Crack!

   "Mmmmmmph!" I cry.

   I feel the sweat run down my armpits, and between my breasts and thighs.
I clutch the coins tightly within my fingers, anxious lest I release them
by accident.

   Crack!

   Lois is strangely silent as she goes about her business of cropping my
naked flesh.  I know that while she is severe, she also does not strike me
hard enough to damage me!

   Crack!

   "Mmmmmph!"

   I recall off of those images in Sunday School of those who suffered, and
I feel a strange kinship with them.

   Crack!

   I jerk in my chains, because she has struck at the flesh between my
legs.

   Crack!

   There is no part of my naked body that Mistress Lois does not strike
with the crop, and that includes my breasts, and my cunt as well.

   Crack!

   Though I am small chested, I have resisted the temptation to have my
breasts enlarged.  Sure, I have the money, and would scarcely miss it.  But
I didn't want to end up looking like every rich woman who emulates a porn
star!

   Crack!

   "All right, slave?" Lois asks.

   I move my head up and down in response.

   "Very good, dear."

   Crack!

   My reward for being submissive is the further punishment of my naked
body.  I wonder how many other women Lois has disciplined between these
columns?

   Crack!

   Is my ordeal never to end?

   Crack!

   I know that my body must be a solid mass of red stripes by now, and I
grimly resolve to outlast my Mistress in her use of me!  I shall not
release the coins!

   Crack!

   I want to show Lois how truly strong and submissive I am by absorbing
every one of her strokes on my body.

   Crack!

   I feel as if I am in a universe of punishment, the only thing that
exists is the crop and my body.

   Crack!

   I feel as if I am having an out-of-body experience, like I am strangely
detached from my body, I am watching myself get cropped by Mistress Lois.

   Crack!

   "Had enough darling?" Lois asks me.

   "Mmmmmph!" I answer proudly.

   "Enough for one day, Catherine you may undo her ball-gag."

   I take several deep breaths once the ball is removed from between my
lips, my chest heaving from the ordeal that I have just undergone.

   "Thank you, Mistress Lois," I tell her when I am able to.

   "You're quite welcome, dear," Lois answers.

   I stay silently in my chains.  Mistress Lois could still leave me this
way for hours, or else take me down.

   "Once you've cleaned her up, Catherine you may take her to bed this
evening.  If she disobeys you, you have my permission to use the crop."

   "Yes, Mistress," Catherine answers.

   "Annette!"

   "Yes, Mistress," I quickly answer.

   "I am giving you to Catherine this night.  You must be a good girl in
bed, else you will be severely punished."

   "Yes, Mistress," I answer.

   Catherine releases me from my chains and helps me to a chair, my wracked
muscles screaming in pain.  I feel as if I am a mass of stripes, my skin
aching from the session that I have endured.

   She is very patient with me, helping me to the bathroom where she draws
a tub full of hot steaming water, which I sink gratefully into.  Catherine
bathes me, washes my hair, and then dries me off and tends to my skin.

   "You'll heal - it only looks bad," Catherine comforts me.

   "Thank you," I tell her.

   "Would you like something to eat?" Catherine asks.

   "Just a snack," I tell her.

   Catherine gets me a tray of tea and cookies, and we eat together in
silence.  Eventually we make way to her bedroom.

   Still naked, I wait for her instructions, since she will be my Mistress
this night.

   "Sit on the bed," she tells me.

   I follow her instructions, and I watch as she removes her rubber Maid's
outfit.  Under the rubber, her skin is sweaty and red.

   "Won't be a minute," she tells me.

   Catherine ducks into a bathroom adjoining her room, and takes a quick
shower herself.  In no time she is clean and seated on the bed next to me.

   "That's much better," she comments.

   Catherine then places a dildo, paddle, and crop on the night-table next
to her bed.  She then lay down on the comforter, and opens her legs.

   "Satisfy me, slave," Catherine orders.

   I need no additional commands before springing into action.  I place my
head between her thighs, and begin to lick and suck at her moist cunt,
inhaling the body wash that she uses on her skin.

   Obeying a Mistress means not only that I would serve her, but also
whoever else that she might command me to.  If that also meant another of
her slaves, I would do that as well.

   I suppose for Catherine that is one of the benefits of serving Mistress
Lois - that she would bed another of Lois's slaves occasionally.  She threw
her head back into the pillows as I made passionate love to her.

   For the entire evening I had been denied an orgasm, and I was certain
that I would satisfy Catherine enough that she would grant me that pleasure
and release.  Her cunt, her nipples all would receive my loving female
attentions.

   "Aaaaaaah!" Catherine cried out in pleasure.

   I continued my ministrations, giving her one orgasm after another with
my mouth.  I then advanced to her erect nipples, sucking at them.

   "There's a dildo harness in the drawer, please get it Annette,"
Catherine ordered.

   I removed and, and handed it to Catherine, who quickly strapped it onto
her thighs.  She placed a condom over the rubber cock.

   "Lay down and open your legs," Catherine ordered.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Catherine entered me easily, and soon the cock was pistoning itself
inside of my wet cunt, and I was moaning in response.  With all of my
punishment and erotic denial, it didn't take long before I was again at the
brink of orgasm.

   "Mistress, may I please come?" I begged Catherine.

   "Yes!"

   With that one word it was like a tidal wave had been released inside me.
All of the pent up sexual energy that I had been holding back all night was
finally released in a sudden flood of orgasm.

   "Aaaaaaaah!  Aaaaaaah!  Aaaaaaah!" I cried out in pleasure.

   All of the strokes that I had endured had stored up sexual energy in me
like a battery.  My body shook as one spasm after another washed over me,
and I bounced my body on the bed, matching Catherine thrust for thrust.

   "Aaaaaaah!  Aaaaaah!  Aaaaaah!"

   The rubber cock was still hard and erect inside of me, driving me to
ever grander heights of orgasm.  I looked forward to the day that I would
be flogged with a dildo held inside my cunt.

   "Aaaaaaaah!  Aaaaah!  Aaaaah!" I moaned.

   When it had finally ended, and were we both bathed in sweat, Catherine
pulled the shaft out of my cunt.  She rolled the condom up, and placed it
in a wastebasket next to the bed.

   She undid the harness, and passed it over to me.

   "Your turn, Annette," she told me.

   I made quite sure to satisfy her that night so she wouldn't have to use
the crop - and she didn't!

   THE END of "Moth To The Flame PT3"
   To be continued...  

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