Amy's Education - Part 5

AMY’S EDUCATION -- PART 5

 

THE REFLECTIONS

 

Amy was in the dungeon of Clay, her master. The black leather hood he had placed on her allowed her to breathe easily, but she could not see a thing even though the dungeon lights were casting wonderful shadows on her shapely body. And, she could not open her mouth even a fraction of an inch. The “D” ring in the center of the top of the helmet was pulled tight to the ceiling -- it kept her head high and would not let her slump in her bonds.

The hood was tight and buckled snuggly around her neck. Her arms were stretched wide apart overhead. She was wearing 4 inch high, strap-around-the-ankle, shoes that put an distressing strain on her calves and forced her upper leg muscles to strain erotically. Her legs were pulled wide apart by a rope that was attached to her ankle cuffs and to her thighs just above her knees.

The video recorders in the dungeon were working and she could hear their hum making a permanent record of Clay encasing her in her bonds.

Clay told her he was going to leave her for several hours. But he kept vigil on her suffering body. After an hour he feigned coming back to relieve her. He took the gold ring that adorned her nipples in his fingers and pulled on them aggressively. He used a whip to redden the full roundness of each tit then snapped each nipple hard three times with the horse whip she had purchased. She moaned inside the hood.

After another hour in her exposed position she faded into a state of extreme quite; her body remained motionless and her mind drifted to semi consciousness.

He disturbed her dreamy state when he inserted a vibrating dildo in her tender ass hole. The tension she was experiencing was exciting and, at the same time, nerve wracking. He let the dildo in place while he whipped her entire ass with the horse whip -- over one hundred cracks of the whip left her ass a bright pink color with a slight swelling.

Again, Amy was fully awake and hurt badly. A sweat formed on her nude body. Before he stopped tormenting her, he cracked her ass once with the cane she had purchased. A welt rose immediately and Amy cried inside her hood.

After another hour alone, he began to stimulate her clit with his finger. He rubbed her swollen bud round and round sinking deep into her cunt for added lubrication. She tried to press her hips forward to create greater friction. He backed off with maddening timing. She was brought to the edge of climax but he cut off his ministrations just short of orgasm and denied her the pleasure of release.

He then saw the cunt whip which she had purchased, hanging on a peg. He had never before used it on her. A virgin whip. He snapped it hard on her cunt. Amy stiffened. Clay didn’t think that was even possible given how tightly he had her spread. Nine more stiff swats with the whip and Amy growled in pain.

He then used the horse whip on her inner thighs and across the tops of her prominent thigh muscle. One more of the new whips to go. He then saw the suede flogger she had purchased and used it to whip her from tit to toe and from shoulder to shoes.

He made a point of identifying the welt he had caused with the cane and flogged that spot hard. He knew that flogging over a previous cane weld was devilish and painful. She was sobbing inside the hood with renewed pain.

Her chest was heaving as she cried which made her tits jiggle slightly -- “lovely little motion there,” he thought.

At the end of her third hour in bondage, Clay came to her and revived her. He removed the leather hood and gave her eyes time to adjust to the light. He kissed her softly on the lips. “Slave, you have endured your pain wonderfully and have pleased me greatly!” he said.

He carried her to his bed, tossed her legs over his shoulders, as he liked to do, and fucked her sore cunt aggressively. Her back and ass were ultra sensitive as they rubbed against the bed sheets. She was again in her sub space somewhere, yet was able to beg for release and it was granted on her third pitiful sounding plea.

“Oh, Master! I ache all over. My legs feel like stones, my feet are ablaze, my ankles are killing me, and my thighs still sting from the tails of the whip. My cunt is swollen and hurts real bad. I’ll bet my ass is cut because it’s tender as hell. My tits are pulsating in pain. You have dominated me fully and proved how you master my body. I love you and will always endure any suffering or embarrassment that gives you pleasure. May I worship your cock, Sir, as I tremble in my discomfort, my dearest Master.”

He pulled on her nipple ring as he usually did to convey his approval.

 

As they lay together after she had tasted what was left of his cum, he said, “As part of your journal entry detailing your experience tonight, I want you to write a personal agreement statement of your service and submission to me so I can see how you are thinking these days.” It was the first specific writing assignment he had given her.

“Do you understand my command, Slave?”

“Oh, yes, Master I do. I’ve been thinking of such a statement too and what I’d say to you in it. I’m excited to get started. If it pleases you Sir, I’ll bring you my thoughts in less than a week.”

Her draft statement was heartfelt. It was prepared for Clay’s approval on time.

“I, Amy with love and an open, naturally compliant spirit, do request of Clay Wright that he accept this as my pledge of service and submission to him, and that he take me into his care in all matters, erotic and otherwise, as my Master, so that we will grow together in love and mutual trust.

“My surrender as a submissive woman is done without reservation. I will work to please my Master by keeping fit and well groomed. It is my desire to assure his comfort, pleasure and well-being above all other considerations. To these ends I offer my Master, the unfettered use of my body, time, and abilities and will accept gracefully any critique or criticism of me or my behavior in whatever form he chooses.

“I will show my submissiveness to my Master, in any sexual, sensual, or erotic scene. I renounce all rights to sexual gratification or personal privacy. My Master has the right to do anything he chooses with me, whether as punishment, training, or discipline no matter how embarrassing, humiliating, unpleasant, inconvenient, or difficult it might be for me.

“In private, I will refer to him as Master or Sir. I will wait his permission to eat, bath, or use the bathroom. I will demonstrate through my actions and speech my submissive position in my relationship with my Master and will make it known that I hold him in the highest esteem. I will at all times show him respect and deference.

“In public, I will not do anything to bring attention to our relationship unless so directed by Master. I will dress to please him and will always position myself to his left side and never walk more than five paces from him unless given particular permission to do so.

“I will strive daily to overcome any inhibitions that interfere with my ability to serve him faithfully. I will reveal my thoughts to him truthfully and completely. I will keep a daily journal of my activities and emotions regarding my submission to my Master. I will advise him of any infraction to his rules or commands fully expecting the punishment he deems appropriate for my transgression.

“This agreement shall serve as the basis for the extension of our relationship and is made with the intent of furthering pleasure in both our lives. Should either my Master or I find our interests are not served by this agreement, it may only be canceled or amended by Master Clay after discussion with me regarding my feelings and needs.”

Amy signed it!

Amy’s handwritten document was a sincere reflection of her thoughts and inclinations. She had the paper placed in a leather binder to reflect the seriousness of her motivation. She found him in the den sitting in his favorite chair gazing at the fire.

“Master, if it pleases you, may I present my Service and Submission Agreement for your approval,” she asked with her eyes averted from him. She dropped to her knees and held out the document to him with both hands, head bowed, and naked.

“This is a good time for me, Slave. Sit by me hear and hold your tits up high, and I’ll read what you have written.”

He began to finger her nipples as he usually did and he read the document with interest. His cock swelled in his trousers. “Amy, you are a treasure. My treasure. You have done a marvelous job expressing yourself. I wasn’t so sure you would have been so forthcoming after your little ordeal in the dungeon the other night but I’m proud of you and accept your agreement as you have written it,” he said.

“Master, if I may speak freely. After, my little ordeal, as you call it, I was able to dig deeply into my psyche. I spent time in deep reflection and stretched my thinking and attitudes regarding my submissive nature and my desired to please you; as a result I achieved deeper insights into myself. Those insights enabled me to write the agreement quickly and with determination.

“I know I want to suffer. For you. I want to have my body to be ablaze at your hand. I know who I am now for sure and I know what you mean to me. I love you, Sir, and I want to serve you and be submissive to you for as long as you will have me.”

Her eyes remained downcast.

“Let’s have a ceremony where you seal this agreement with my cum. Worship my cock and take me full in your mouth. Don‘t spill a drop!”

She was holding onto his shaft when he exploded down her throat. A small oozing of his cum appeared at the corners of her mouth. She gulped and used her tongue to clean her mouth. She worked his cock with her lips and tongue until he was clean and almost flaccid. Then she held her tits up high for him once again. He motioned for her to rest her head on his knees while he recovered his sexual energy.

They went to bed together before midnight. After three hours of sleep, he nudged her awake and told her to spread her legs. In short order her legs were over his shoulders and he was banging her hard. She held her cunt muscles tightly for him but eventually begged for her own release; it was granted. They slept comfortably until past nine the next morning.

Amy’s new classes in fashion design began after Labor Day and the new business opened as scheduled. Dory was a real find. She was an instant hit with the customers who found her easy to deal with and easy on their eyes. Her lover, Ben, insisted that she wear revealing clothes to work each day. He was not her master and she was not his submissive in the same way that Clay and Amy were. Ben just got his jollies from seeing Dory in very sexy clothes and doing very sexy things in public places. Actually, just knowing what she was wearing or not wearing and what she was doing was enough to stoke his libido.

He had a rule that she could not go out without getting the thumbs up from him. Dory spent most of her free time buying clothes that would suit him and for the most part she used his credit card . He spent most of his time dreaming about how she looked and what embarrassing activities he would have her do the next time they were together. She was always willing to fulfill his wild and erotic fantasies.

Amy usually worked in the shop only a few hours a day. Her classes and design efforts were demanding. Dory was just great at keeping the customers happy and sales were brisk. Celia was sorry that the business had moved about a quarter mile away from the barn as she no longer was able to see some of the more erotic activities that went on in old green and red rooms. She had gotten to know Dory and they hit it off quite well.

Celia was moved by Dory’s exceptional looks and she just shook her head at the clothing she wore to the shop each day.

Dory had a beautiful smile and a magnetic personality. Everyone easily gravitated to her. Men were captivated by the classic dimensions of her body and seemed to purchase the merchandise she was selling on the hope that she might model it for them someday.

Celia wasn’t sure but she thought Dory might be coming on to her and the thought thrilled her. On one of her visits to the shop when no customers were in sight, Celia decided to rub Dory’s shoulders. Dory didn’t rebuff her. In fact, she turned around toward Celia and pressed Celia’s hands firmly on her tits.

“You have had your eyes on my tits for several months now, Celia. You don’t even bother to look me in the eye any more.”

Celia took that cue to actually look Dory in the eye and she moved her mouth toward her. She kissed her softly. Then, she pressed into her body and kissed her again more forcefully. Dory responded.

Celia reached under Dory’s skirt and rubbed her hand softly up her leg to find that she was not wearing panties. She stepped back.

“We had better find a way to continue this discussion in a place where we won’t be seen,” said Celia.

“It might be too late for that. This place has security cameras everywhere. And I can’t get to them because Amy keeps them locked in her office.”

Celia was embarrassed but emboldened. “Amy won’t mind even if she did decide to check out the tapes. But, I don’t think she will check them because she has no reason to suspect any problems,” she said.

“Don’t be so sure. Amy is young but she is a meticulous manager. She doesn’t want anyone stealing stuff from right beneath her nose. She checks everything,” Dory said.

Celia was breathless. She finally thought that she should leave Amy a personal note to the effect that she needed to see her about an urgent matter. No time to lose.

“Can we meet in person right away,” she said when Amy called her back.

“You sound a mess. Sure, how about the coffee shop in ten minutes?”

Celia was there when Amy arrived in the roadster. Two coffee’s arrived. Amy’s was prepared as she usually ordered it.

“What’s the problem, girlfriend? You sounded terrible.”

“Amy, I do consider you a good friend and I hope you will forgive me for what I have done. You know what a beautiful girl Dory is. She is captivating to look at; one of the sexiest woman I have ever seen in person. Well, last night I went over to your showroom and my hormones got the better of my good judgment. I needed to tell you in person before you found out some other way.

“I touched her and she didn’t discourage me. You know that I’ve had the hot’s for you too but you never gave me any encouragement so I don’t press myself on you. But last night, after I began rubbing her shoulders Dory actually moved my hand so I could feel her tits. Then I kissed her and essentially felt her up. She is so hot and I was so turned on. But, if Big Al ever finds out that I had my hands on another woman, he will whip me to within an inch of my life. Please keep my secret. I’ll owe you one.”

“Celia, you know I share everything with Clay. I can’t keep this from him. I’m sure he will not allow any harm to come to you and will not go public with what you’ve told me. You are a friend and I am aware that Dory is sultry to be sure. I’ll do everything I can to make this just between us; that is between you, me, Clay and Dory. By the way, you must know that what actually happened is all recorded on our security tape system and I’ll have to take that to Clay as soon as possible. I’ll be back in touch with you.”

They finished their coffees and gave each other a little hug to acknowledge the bond between them.

“Master, I just had a chat with Celia. She and Dory got into a bit of a hot hormonal situation at the showroom. Here, I’ll show you. She doesn’t want Big Al to know. She’s afraid he’ll beat the hell out of her.”

After seeing the tape, Clay concluded that Celia had good reason to be afraid of Al’s reaction.

“I’ve known Al for years and he is temperamental; no doubt. He is capable of anything. Celia is right to want to hide this incident from him. But, she will have to pay; pay me, not Al. If she does what I want her to do, her little secret will be safe with me. If she doesn’t, a copy of the tape will find it’s way to Al. You can promise her that.

“I’m sure you have noticed that Celia always wears tight jeans. Al caught her letting another guy into her pants years ago. Since then she has had to wear a chastity belt under her jeans all day to keep her from messing around. She only gets to take it off when she is at home with him. She even has to pee with the damned thing on. You know when he smacks her ass, he does it to remind her that she has the belt on. It keeps her honest.”

“How does it work, Master? She asked.

“It’s a piece of shaped stainless steel backed with padded leather. Hers is custom made to fit over her cunt with some room to relieve herself. The top of the thing is attached to a stainless steel belt that secures behind her back. It is customized to her exact waist measurement. Small, but very tight chains run from the base of her cunt, under her legs and up to the sides of the belt that leaves her ass exposed for him to smack. He made the thing himself. I saw him make it. She was laying on her back nude at the hunting camp we use while he cut and fit each piece. I just watched. He felt it would add to the drama if I was there.”

“So, when she told me she had heard of you, she was not being entirely candid, was she Master?”

“I’ll give her that one, dearest. Now this is what she must do if she wants my cooperation. She will have to oblige me and work together with me in a very explicit and highly sexual manner.”

Clay’s plan was for Celia to go to the hunting cabin alone. She was to go inside and strip; high heeled boots and the chastity belt excepted. In her own hand, she was to write him a note asking, in fact begging, him to fuck her in the ass. She was to put the note in her mouth, stuff a butt plug and lubricant up her ass, and stand blindfolded and spread in front of the big tree at the end of the driveway to the cabin until he got there.

He would take the note and read it aloud. If he was impressed by her sincerity, he would fuck her ass and the matter would never be mentioned again. If he was unimpressed, there would be consequences. Amy was to deliver the message in person and return to him with her response.

“Oh, Amy, Clay is a devil. He knows I don’t like anal. But, what choice do I have. Yes, I’ll get a plug from the store and meet him this Sunday night at ten when Al is still playing poker with the boys. Please Amy, make him promise not to hurt me and not to tell Big Al.”

Clay drove to the cabin with Amy and shone his bright beams directly at the tree. Amy was at the Exaggerated Passenger position with her skirt hiked over her hips and her legs spread. Clay told her to knead her moist sex bud energetically and watch him carefully.

Celia was standing nude with her blindfold in place a note between her teeth. He read it and put it in his pocket.

“What do you want me to do to you tonight you worthless slut?” he barked.

“Sir, I really want you to fuck my ass. I have prepared it for you. It’s nice and lubricated yet just the right size so you will get maximum pleasure Sir.” she answered.

“You want me to do what to your ass, bitch?”

“Fuck it Sir, Fuck it hard and fuck it deep. Make my ass stretch and work it over until you are satisfied with me. Make me pay for the error of my ways, Sir.”

“OK, slut, turn around, bend over, and place your head against the tree. Spread your ass cheeks with your hands for me so I don’t have that chastity belt in my way and then beg me again to fuck your ass.”

She was mortified. Amy could hear every word and see everything Clay was doing to Celia. She was getting horny herself. Clay took the ass plug out of Celia and threw it deep into the woods. He wiggled out of his pants and rammed his cock into her exposed hole to the hilt. She howled into the night. He pumped her and ground his cock in her for what seemed like five minutes. Then he shot his wad.

“On your knees, slut, and clean me off. When I say you’re finished I’ll withdraw from you. Stay on your knees until you can’t hear the sound of my car anymore. Then go home and hope to heaven that you get there before Big Al does. Now jump and clean me off.”

While Celia sucked him, he pulled and squeezed her nipples. He pushed his shaft down her throat as far as he could. Her legs ached, her ass ached and now her jaws ached. Painful job; but she had to do it.

When he returned to the car, he said, “Was I too rough on her, Slave?”

“No, Master, you could have given her a much rougher time and she would have deserved it. I got excited seeing what you did to her; how you raped her ass. If it pleases you, Sir, would you fuck my ass too once in a while?”

Clay told Amy to continue to work her fingers on her clit but to hold off on her climax until they were in the driveway of the mansion. Mission accomplished.

When they were cuddled in bed, Clay asked, “Do you remember the mystery woman who called the day after your party? Do you think that was our girl Celia? Is she hot for women?”

“Master, she did mention to me once that she had always hoped I would give her encouragement but since I didn’t she didn’t pursue me. Could be that she is bi. After all she did track onto Dory.”

“Do you want to see if she would make it with you? Or with both you and Dory? I do have her note and the security tape and I’m sure she would be a compliant little slut if we pressed the point.”

“Master, you are the boss. If it pleases you, I’ll do it. Do you want me to see if Dory is in for an all-girl thing?”

“Let’s see if Dory is in. Then we’ll work on Celia. We need to find a way to get rid of Big Al if this all goes as I envision it. And, I might have to find a way to get Celia’s damned chastity belt off her for a few days. Let’s start the ball rolling.”

The following Wednesday was the first day Dory was back at the showroom after her interlude with Celia. She had no idea how Celia handled the matter with Amy but was curious. Amy didn’t give her all the intricate details but did make it clear that she knew what had happened and that Celia was beholden to her given the threat of exposure to Big Al.

“Want to see if Celia would make a good bottom for you Dory?” she asked. “Obviously, she is interested in you. Her kiss and the way she touched your leg and ass told it all.”

“Hey, I’m for good sex however I can get it. I’ll tell my voyeur boyfriend. I’ll tell him all about it when I get back. He will cream his jeans. How will you set up Celia? she asked.

“No problem. Just let it to me.” she said.

Clay managed to get Big Al called away on an urgent consultant assignment regarding a horse farm in a neighboring state. He made arrangements for a stretch limo to take himself and the three girls to a major hotel in the city. He requested and got the Presidential Suite since the real president was not scheduled to be in town any time soon. He also made arrangements for a lock smith to meet them in the suite the moment they arrived.

Amy pretty much just told Celia that Clay was still collecting on her misbehavior and that he would pick her up for the long Thanksgiving weekend on Wednesday evening after the Barn was closed. They would return early Monday morning. And, yes, Dory would be coming with them.

Clay consulted with Amy on the clothing and equipment they would bring. Dory was several inches shorter than the other two and Celia was a bit less busty than her counterparts, but all in all they made a beautiful threesome.

During the holiday away from town, Clay decided it would be necessary for the girls to know that Amy was ranked at the top of his pecking order and Celia was lowest. He gave them pet names. Amy was “Sex Slave”; “Sexy” for short. Dory was “Show Slave; “Showy” for short. Celia, was “Slut Slave, “Slutty” or “Steamy” for short.”

Dory and Celia found their luggage waiting for them at five o’clock. Pick up was at six. A light snack would be available before dinner which would be served in the limo. It would be a two hour trip to the city.

Each girl was given a very short, half panel, leather skirt. The half-front panel of the skirt was held tight across their abdomen. There was no back panel leaving the woman's ass exposed. There were two pieces of leather, attached by Velcro, that pulled the sides of the front panel around the back of their legs -- one across the base of their spine and the other just under the curve of their ass.

“Now you know Celia,” Clay explained as they began their trip, “because you have shown certain, shall we say "interesting sexual behavior" you will be dominated by everyone here in the limo during our long weekend away. You will fully cooperate with us and comply with our commands or you will be caned which will be hard to explain to Big Al."

"I know you want to learn the art of loving making to a women and we will help you. You have already chosen Dory as your primary lesbian love interest and she has agreed to work with you all weekend. She will be with you almost all the time and will have all the rights and privileges of a mistress over a slave. She will report to me any behavior of yours which does not comport to her demands. Amy will likewise have a dominant position over both Dory and you. Amy of course, will obey me without hesitation and will alert me if either of you two get out of hand."

After a light dinner, Clay put blindfolds on Dory and Celia. They were to remain blindfolded for the rest of the trip. He told them to sit with their legs squeezed tightly together and think only of how they would make love during the weekend.

He told Dory to imagine how she would let Celia kiss her on the lips and fondle her tits. How she would let her suck her nipples and finger her cunt. She was to imagine how she would teach her to use her tongue on her labia and clit to achieve a climax. She was to imagine using a strap-on dildo on Celia in all three openings. She was to imagine teaching her compliance by use of strict bondage, humiliation, and whippings.

He told Celia to imagine being naked in front of Dory and being controlled sexually by her. Of bringing pleasure to Dory in every possible way. Of submitting to her every demand and command -- of allowing herself to be used and abused by another beautiful women perhaps to the point of being denied any sexual gratification herself.

Both women traveled almost an hour in silence and Clay held Amy tightly. He removed Amy’s bra and worked her nipples relentlessly. She wanted to moan in sexual excitement but Clay told her to remain absolutely silent.

At the end of about an hour, Clay forced Celia to her knees in front of Dory, manacled her wrists behind her, and told her to thrust her shoulders back and to keep her posture rigid. He removed her bra and placed Dory’s hands on Celia’s tits with the command that she was to excite Celia by tormenting her tits and nipples with her fingers, lips and teeth.

When the limo reached the hotel Celia was shaking with sexual tension. Clay pressed Dory’s head forward so the girls could kiss. Then he pulled them apart and had Amy put Celia’s bra back on. The pressure against her distended nipples was intense.

Clay removed the blindfolds and had the driver assist the three girls out of the vehicle. A crowd gathered to look at the stunning women in their very revealing attire. In addition to the “breezy” and slutty looking skirt, each girl wore a thin, low cut, blouse, and a dramatic, push up, black bra that showed plenty of cleavage. Their four inch platform heels added to the erotic picture.

The girls initially were self-conscious but decided to flaunt their charms knowing that they couldn’t do much about the situation with Clay in control. Actually, they agreed among themselves to posture and flaunt their lewd sexuality in return for increasingly shocked stares and whispers. All eyes turned as the girls walked brazenly through the lobby each proud of the amount of leg and cleavage they were able to show off for the disbelieving guests and employees of the hotel.

The girls had rationalized their situation by considering that the fashion standards of the big city were different than the more sedate standards back home. And, Amy thought that really no one was likely to recognize them later since they were not even looking at their faces.

The driver escorted the girls to the Presidential suite and Clay saw to the removal of all baggage and signed the registry. Celia and Dory were escorted to their own room. The locksmith was already there to remove Celia's chastity belt. It would have to be done in such as way so that Big Al would never know that it had been removed. The limo driver paid the locksmith handsomely and noted the dark stain in the crotch of his trousers as he departed.

The driver left the girls alone to practice what they had been fantasizing about in the limo. They would not be disturbed until breakfast on Thanksgiving Day. At that time, Dory would give a full report of Celia’s ability and energy to satisfy her. For Dory it would truly be a thanksgiving to remember.

Amy was on her knees, naked, in the master suite when Clay arrived. He whipped her tits and nipples until they were sore and swollen. She was, in her own proud way, satisfied that she was able to excite her Master and give him the pleasure he needed despite her own discomfort.

After breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, Clay had each of the girls stand nude in a row before him for inspection. He poked his whip at each nipple and smacked each ass hard as he passed them.

"OK, girls, on your knees for a little suck time. The girl that does the best job without making me cum will get a treat. The looser gets a beating."

He set them so they would be facing away from each other in a triangle arrangement. To no ones' surprise Amy won the contest. Celia lost.

"On your feet Celia, spread those legs and get those elbows back behind your head."

He gave the other two girls soft floggers and told them to go to work. Celia did not have a difficult time holding her position as the floggers were more thud than sting but her body did turn pink and she was certainly in her own space in no time at all.

"On your knees Slut Slave," he ordered. "Get your tits pressed down on the rug and spread those knees." Celia had an idea what was going to happen to her and was excited with anticipation.

"Now, you two, work her ass hole wide, lubricate her well and then hold her ass cheeks apart for me."

He plowed deep into her ass and she moaned with the pressure.

"Slut Slave, put your entire body flat on the carpet while I'm still in you. Put your hands under your cunt and rub your clit while I continue to rape your ass. Don't dare cum or I'll have you beaten again only this time it will be with a cane," he said gruffly. His tone of voice only made her more excited and eager to endure more of his punishment.

Clay pressed into her ass and she circled her own clit with increasing excitement. "Stay under control, Slut, do not cum. I'm going to give you what ever is left of my cum load and you will not wash or dry off whatever oozes out of you." With one final thrust, he emptied himself into her.

"Celia, turn over, spread your legs wide. Lick the juices from your fingers and let us see just how much of a Slut Slave you really are," he said. She moved eagerly at his command and showed off her runny ass hole and cunt.

Clay then laid out three dresses which he wanted worn by the girls at a special Thanksgiving dinner he had planned. The dresses were of different colors and cuts yet they all had the same things in common; they showed a lot of shoulder, back, leg, and cleavage. The fabric was soft and allowed their cleavage off to advantage and their hard nipples to be outlined showing their arousal.

Clay had arranged for a beautician to help them get ready. The girls were dazzling with coifed hair and extraordinary attention and care given to their makeup. Celia had the erotic smell of a women who had been ridden hard and put away wet.

Champaign, wine, and all the thanksgiving fare that the finest restaurant in town could offer the foursome was on display for them and the girls were on display for the staff and patrons of the restaurant.

Clay insisted that the girls dip their fingers into their own cunt during the dinner and feed their juices to the others. On several occasions he got up from his own chair and kissed the women in full view of the patrons. He made it a point to slide his hand into the top of their dresses and to squeeze a tit and pinch a nipple. He was enjoying every minute and he was doing his best to show off the eye candy he had assembled around the table.

As the weekend progressed, Dory was becoming more and more descriptive of the action she was receiving from Celia. Clay sensed that Dory and Celia were not only enjoying each other sexually but were becoming quite fond of each other on a personal level. He sent them to the spa for a deep massage by one of the well proportioned female masseuses. The massage was televised back to his room and he saw the masseuse take off all of her clothes and really get it on with the two girls. She used a strap-on dildo and worked it in the cunt and ass of each girl. Celia returned the favor and the well built masseuse screamed her satisfaction. It was quite a show.

He had used the crop, cane, and pussy whip on Amy all weekend. He punctuated her pain with the light flogger; slow and steady, abruptly stopping from time-to-time to force his cock into her ass as she had previously suggested. “What am I doing to your ass Slave?” he asked repeatedly.

Variously she replied, “Master, you are stroking the fires of my ass.” “You are fucking my ass, Sir.“ “You are raping my ass, Master.” “ You are pounding my ass hole and subjecting me to your dominating cock. Sir.”

“And, you love me to whip your ass and fuck your ass, don’t you, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, I love you to control my ass and fuck it brutally, Sir. I love being your fuck Slave, your Sex Slave, Master.”

"You are a treasure, my love. I have an idea that may appeal to you. Go get the other two."

"Dory, I want you to strip naked except for your heels for me. Now, Dory, go to the picture window over there and exhibit yourself to anyone who is watching you. Pull your nipples, Spread your labia and ass cheeks. Give everyone a great show. Live up to your name "Showy."

"Amy, get on the bed and lie on your back. Celia, get on the bed with Amy. and use some of the lesbian love techniques we have heard Dory describe in such exquisite detail on Amy. Make her cum.

“Dory will be giving us all a good show for as long as it takes for you to make good on the expectations we have of you as a lesbian lover. Amy spread your arms and legs wide and let Celia have her way with you.

"Dory, you have a great body. Your tits are firm, full and high. Your waist is trim and your legs are long and well muscled. The world needs to see as much of you as possible. When I am finished using you to model for the outside world and when Amy is quite satisfied, I'm going to have her take some nude shots of you here in the suite, in the hallway, in the elevator, and in the lobby.”

“Oh, Mr. Clay, you devil. My voyeur friend was never so demanding of me. He was contented with some cleavage shots and some high leg shots but never completely nude. I’ll just be so humiliated,” Dory said in her shame.

“Yes, perhaps, but that’s the rule, so set your mind to it,” he said with finality.

The photos were taken with a very expensive digital camera. Clay had them processed as a special, rush order. The came back quickly and were exquisite -- Penthouse and Playboy quality. Amy was proud of her picture taking acumen . Dory didn’t seem nearly as embarrassed as she had initially let on. In fact she liked giving the performances of her life. As it turned out, she revealed herself as an exhibitionist and everyone loved it.

“And, there is one more thing. I want from both of you,“ he said to Dory and Celia. “I want you on your knees here in front of me. Take this double headed dildo and each of you get one end deep into your cunt. Then rock your ass back and forth; lower and raised you back and really fuck that dildo. Get a good work out, both at the same time. I want to see you sink the dildo all the way inside you so that as you muscle yourselves around on the cock you will be ass to ass and cunt to cunt. This one isn’t very long so you won’t hurt yourself and you should be able to give us a good show. Let’s get it on!”

And, it was a good show with both girls getting off on the stiff cock while Amy and Clay encouraged them with hoots and hollers. And, they found themselves demeaning each girl; referring to their bodies in unflattering ways and calling them sluts, whores and worse.

Early Monday morning, when energies had waned, some bodies were aching more than others but all were still in some state of sexual tension. Clay decided that he would add to this tension by making each girl ride back in the same attire they wore when they arrived at the hotel. On the way out of the hotel the girls received the same stares they had received on the way in except this time the girls looked even more ravishing and aglow than before.

Once in the car, Clay gave each girl two new dildos; one for their ass and one for their cunt. Each was designed to vibrate; he held the controls to each one. All the girls were blind folded. Clay had each girl tighten their legs together to create as much vibrating sensation in their bodies as he could. He tormented all of them by cutting off their stimulation just before they climaxed. He was good at reading their physical responses and had them all wild with unfulfilled desire.

At one point the had all the girls remove their cunt plug and exchange it with one of the others. He then had the girls suck on the dildos they had been given with the aim of increasing their ability to deep throat it fully. Amy won that contest too.

Before they got home, Celia and Dory confessed that they indeed had fallen in love with each other and no longer wanted to return to their male partners; they asked Clay to help them unlatch from them. Celia had expressed her desire to be dominated by Dory and Dory was thrilled by the offer.

Clay suggested that they each write a note to their lover explaining what they were feeling and asking to be released on agreeable terms.

For his part, Clay would see that Celia was employed at the mansion once Big Al agreed to let her go. Dory’s problem wasn’t as complicated and she already had a job at “Etc.”

End of Part # 5.