Moth to the Flame

"Well ladies, this is what you've been waiting for," said Mistress Lois.

My Domme's expert fingers undid the roller buckle at the back of my leather
blindfold, and I blinked in response when the light hit my eyes.  Focusing,
I could see a woman dressed as a Maid (in a black rubber outfit) standing
holding a teapot; and my Mistress's three guests, seated in the living
room.  They were all wearing brightly colored designer dresses.

I was wearing nothing except for a collar around my neck, a ball-gag in my
mouth, leather bracelets on my wrists and ankles, and high heeled shoes
that were locked upon my feet.  Did I also mention that my wrists were
locked between my back, and that Mistress Lois was holding a leash that was
attached to my collar?

I was sure that I must have blushed with embarrassment as four pairs of
female eyes roved at will over my naked figure.  Mistress Lois had warned
me in advance how I should behave in the presence of her guests.  So I
stood proudly, throwing my chest out, so the women could see my rouged
nipples.  I kept my legs open, so my cunt was on display.  I hid nothing,
not shrinking from their gaze.

"She's simply lovely, Lois," commented one woman.

"Who is she?" asked another.

"This is Annette," Lois began, "she was born to one of Long Island's most
prominent families on the Gold coast.  Big house, vacation home in the
Hamptons, educated at prep and private schools, and a brilliant marriage to
a rich guy.  Now she's my little sex slave, and I'm training her intensely.
Annette, show the girls your bottom, please."

I turned around and bent over, showing off my scarred bottom with stripes
from the riding crop.

"Annette used to have a nice high paying job in Manhattan, but now she
works at Victoria's Secret in the Roosevelt Field Mall.  So if any of you
ladies decide to go shopping for undies, be sure and go there.  If Annette
isn't the most helpful girl in the store, please tell the manager who will
tell me -- and I'll correct the situation with the riding crop."

"Has her husband asked you to train her?" asked one of the women.

"No, her husband threw her out of their house when he discovered that his
little bored wife was enjoying sex games with me when he was away.  While
she has quite a sizeable bankroll, more than I'll ever see in a lifetime,
instead I've sent Annette off to work.  First in an Adult bookstore, then
in K-Mart, and finally Victoria's Secret.  I don't want her money -- the
price of her slavery is her body and pleasing me."

"Really, Lois, you're just so lucky!" said one of the others.

"Thank you, turn around, Annette," Lois ordered.  I complied, and was glad
when the gag was removed from my lips.

"Thank you Mistress," I quickly said, catching my breath.

Lois led me over to the couch, where she sat down, and pulled me over her
knees.  I arranged my bottom for the spanking that I knew was coming.

On the coffee table, in addition to the usual tea service was a collection
of dildoes, crops, paddles, and floggers.  Not the standard items in a tea
party -- unless you're a sex slave, of course.

"Kiss my hand, Annette," ordered Lois.

I complied, and within seconds, felt her hand smacking my unprotected
bottom.  Lois's other hand kept a grip on my chained wrists, keeping me
helpless on her lap.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

I knew that it was going to a long afternoon, and all of my Domme's guests
were going to have a go at my body.  I resolved not to embarrass myself in
front of them, but I knew that sooner or later my sex would betray me, and
I would be moaning in orgasm.

How does a nightmare begin, you ask?  By being bored silly...

(One year earlier)

"Okay, what do we do tonight?" I asked.

"How about going to another bar?" Vera, my best friend, answered.

"Not like last night again," I replied, "since when do you have to sign up
for a waiting list to sit at the bar?"

"This is Manhattan, Annette, not Long Island.  The city is so crowded now
you just have to wait everywhere.  For a seat at the bar, and even with
reservations it's impossible to get a seat at a restaurant.  Even in chain
restaurant like Friday's you can wait over an hour!"

"If I knew it was like this, I'd have stayed on Long Island.  Or maybe you
should have stayed with me -- at least going out isn't quite so
impossible," I concluded.

"Well, there is one thing we can do tonight -- and it won't even be
crowded," Vera suggested.

"I'm listening."

"There's a club called Sphere a few doors down from here -- and every
Thursday night the perverts show up."

"Perverts?"

Vera handed me a card, and on it was printed a schedule, and a picture of a
woman dressed in black leather holding a riding crop.

"It's a live S&M show.  The perverts come every Thursday night with their
slaves, they do a little show on the stage, no penetration, and there's
dancing afterwards when the DJ comes in."

"You've got to be kidding," I answered.

"Whenever things get dull, I go down and see the show.  Besides, you're
here since both our husbands are off traveling together -- so why not?"

"But S&M," I answered, "Yuck!"

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Annette.  I have to find something in black for
you to wear, and it'll be just fine."

"Can't we just go dancing?" I answered.

"Well, we can try that new dance club, and wait an hour on line outside, in
the hope we'll get in," Vera replied.

"All right, you've made your point.  Spanking it is.  Damn, if I wanted to
stay at home with a quart of ice cream I could have stayed in Nassau."

"True, but there would have been no spanking," Vera laughed.

Later that evening, Vera and I went to the S&M club.  Vera was wearing a
black leather dress, and she had loaned me a black dress made out of PVC.
I didn't ask why she had bought it, nor did she venture a reason.

I tried my best not to look too shocked as we entered the club.  At the
door was a woman in black taking the cover charge, and unlike the other
packed bars and clubs, this one was still pretty empty.  We got seats at
the bar, and drinks in a reasonable period of time, and the music wasn't
that bad or that loud either.

But it was the other patrons that were the surprise!  Men and women in
various states of undress, being led around by chains attached to their
collars!  Others that I learned later were called Doms and Dommes, dressed
in black leather, latex, and PVC.  This was evidently not your average
dance club -- and there was nothing like it on sedate Long Island!

Then the show got started.  A woman dressed in black leather, as a
Dominatrix would introduce the people involved.  They would get up on the
stage and perform a short act -- just a few minutes long.  I watched as a
man got paddled; a woman was spanked; a woman was hung from a ceiling chain
and whipped.  After each act the audience would applaud.

"And now," said the hostess, "Mistress Lois and Catherine!"

At first, I glanced at the stage, then did a double take.  Rising from the
barstool, I made my way over to the stage.  Next to me was my friend Vera.

"I thought you weren't interested in this sort of thing?" she questioned.

"I know that woman," I answered.

"Who?  Catherine?"

"No, Mistress Lois -- she was the greeter at the luxury car dealership
where we bought the Jaguar last month."

Mistress Lois was in the middle of using a riding crop on Catherine's naked
body.  The girl was wearing only a pair of panties, and was chained to an X
frame that left her totally exposed and helpless.  She would issue a short
moan whenever the crop's tip would strike her flesh.  Then Mistress Lois
would play with her hardened nipples, squeezing them between her fingers.

"I've seen Lois here a few times -- she's regarded as being very talented,"
said Vera.

"Really," I answered, "now isn't that very interesting."
    * * * *

After returning from the S&M club (once the demonstrations were over we had
stayed to dance for a little while) Vera took a short shower and brushed
her teeth.  While she dried her hair, I followed into the bathroom and did
the same.  Her bathroom was so small it could only fit one person at a
time.

By the time I finished drying my hair, Vera was already in bed, waiting for
me.  A rubber dildo harness sat at the night table, the rubber cock poised
vertically.

Nude, I joined my friend in bed.  We both smelled of soap and shampoo and
body wash, and I just couldn't wait to eat Vera's pussy.

"I thought you didn't like S&M," said Vera, "seemed like you were pretty
aroused at one point."

"Just a diversion," I answered, as I joined her in bed.

I kissed her on the lips, and we rolled together under the single sheet.  I
pressed against her breasts, and soon began to suck on her erect nipples.
Meanwhile, her hand pressed between my legs, and I opened myself to Vera's
attentions.

"Fuck me!" I whispered into her ear.

"Soon," Vera answered.

It had been a long time since I had made love to my friend, and with the
ever-present noises from the city outside, we made tender, passionate love
together.  We held each other tightly under the sheet, our scents mingling
together.

Vera then fitted the strap-on harness between her legs, and the rubber cock
jutted out.  She then unrolled a condom over it (sex toys are easier to
keep clean that way), and then kneeled over me in bed.

"Ready darling?"

"Yes, dear," I answered.

Vera slowly thrust the dildo between my legs, my sex already being wet and
engorged with desire.  I opened my legs as she thrust the shaft inside, our
breasts pressed together as Vera then began to ram inside me like a piston.
I moaned with desire, waves of pleasure coursing through me as the cock
made me hot and horny.  I matched Vera with every one of her thrusts, beads
of sweat running between my breasts and under my arms.

Waves of orgasms washed over me and I moaned as Vera pounded me into the
mattress, the springs squeaking as I was pushed deeper into the bed.  I
folded my legs around Vera holding her closer to me.

"Fuck me!" I cried, "fuck me!"

Vera obliged me by thrusting the dildo deep into my wet cunt as I screamed
one orgasm after another.  There is something better about being fucked
with a dildo instead of a real man's cock -- staying power.  And when one
of your favorite girlfriends is doing the fucking, what more could you want
in life?

"Ooooooh!" I cried, "yes, yes, YES!"

I vibrated like a tuning fork with one climax after another, and Vera held
me tightly, the cock still in my female sheath.  Finally, we lay together,
me still moaning with pleasure.

"That was great," I said to Vera.

Vera withdrew from my pussy, and pulled back the sheets.  The condom
covering the dildo gleamed with my feminine juices, and Vera slowly rolled
it up backwards and threw it in the small trashcan on the floor.

"What a great invention -- no wet spot!" Vera observed.

"Even better -- its still erect!" I exclaimed, as I licked the rubber cock,
"can't wait to fuck you with it."

"Me too!" laughed Vera.

Later that evening, after I had fucked Vera with the strap-on we lay
together asleep in under the sheet.  I dreamt that I was naked, and hanging
by the wrists from a ceiling chain, and something was locked to my ankles,
keeping my legs from closing.  I then heard the click of a woman's heels on
the stone floor, and Mistress Lois came into view, wearing a black leather
bodysuit.

"Hello slave," she said.

"Why am I here?" I asked, "I'm not into this bondage thing."

"Really," Lois answered, then she thrust two of her fingers into my exposed
sex.  When she removed them, they were coated in my girlish secretions.

"I'm just scared, that's all," I protested.

"What your mouth denies your body understand, now lick my fingers clean!"

"Mmmmph!" I said as Lois placed her fingers inside my mouth.  I cleaned
them as she ordered.

"Now kiss the flogger, darling, and we can get started," ordered Lois.

I complied, and kissed the woven leather of the instrument, and tensed
myself for the first impact of the thing....

I awoke with a start, from hearing the siren of a police car below on the
street.  Vera was one of those women who could sleep through anything, and
I had always been a light sleeper.  But I had never had an S&M dream
before, and certainly not one about me being flogged.  Still, my nipples
were hard again with desire, and when I fingered myself, I found that I was
wet between my legs.

    * * * *

"Darling, could we talk for a minute?" I asked my husband, Charles, who was
engrossed in the Journal as usual.

"Sure dear," he answered.

"I'd like to get a job -- I'm bored!"

"But dear, you already have a job -- supervising the maid and the gardener
and the house."

"Honey, I was much happier when I was working, it gave me something to do.
Just staying home is dull.  Why when I went to the mall and saw a woman
folding clothes at The Limited, I envied her -- at least she was doing
something productive with her time."

"With your inheritance and my job, there's no need for you to work.  So why
not just stay home and enjoy yourself?"

"What time are you coming home, dear.  I'll make dinner," I offered.

"No, I've got a business dinner in Manhattan this evening so don't make
anything for me -- I'll be home very late."

"Will you be home this weekend, darling?  Perhaps we could spend the whole
weekend in bed?"  "Sorry, sweetie -- I'm off to Chicago."

    * * * * *

About a month later, I had to bring the Jaguar to the dealership for an oil
change.  When I dropped it off, the service manager offered me a ride home,
but instead I told him that I would wait for the car, which was going to
take about an hour.

I then walked from the service department into the sales area, and there I
waited in a little room with a coffee machine, TV, and some magazines.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I moved a chair so that I could get a good
view of the sales department.

I nearly spilled my coffee when I watched as Lois appeared.  She carried
some files to one of the salesmen, then sat down at her desk.  I carried my
coffee over to the window, and pretended to look outside at Northern
Boulevard.  What I was really looking at was Lois -- was this very same
woman who had worn a leather outfit and had been cropping a nearly naked
girl in an S&M club?

Yes, it was her -- same face and cheekbones, same hair.  She was wearing a
woman's business suit instead of her leather outfit, but it was definitely
her.  Rather than stare, I waited for my car to be finished.

Later that afternoon, I parked my car outside the dealership and waited.
Lois got off at 6:30 PM, and I watched as she drove her Toyota off the lot.
Following her in rush hour traffic was a problem, but she went to a nearby
bar for happy hour.  After a few minutes, I went in myself, and sat down
where I could see her, but she couldn't see me.  Ordering a drink, I
watched as another woman soon met Lois.  They had a drink together and some
conversation, and then left.

Over the next few weeks I regularly followed Lois after she finished work.
She usually went to a bar instead of going home, then would meet another
woman and then leave.  I never saw her meet a man -- just women.

Finally, one day I tried to follow Lois, but got lost in traffic.  In
desperation, I went to one of her regular hangouts, went inside, and
waited.  After a few minutes, Lois sat quietly on the barstool next to me.

"Good evening, Mrs. Harmon; nice to see you here," said Lois.

"Uhhh, yes," I answered dumbly.

When the bartender came over, Lois ordered drinks for both of us, but
didn't engage in conversation until we were alone again.

"Have you enjoyed following me around for the last few weeks?" asked Lois.

"I haven't been following you," I lied.

"Really, ever since that day you brought your Jaguar in for service, you've
been following me around almost every night.  Stalking is a crime, you
know," she said, taking a swallow.

"I was in Sphere, a NYC club when they had S&M night.  I saw that little
lesbian S&M demonstration you put on -- very interesting.  Perhaps I should
tell your employer about it?" I tried to sound brave.

"Blackmail too is a crime, Mrs. Harmon.  What's wrong -- don't you have
anything else to do with your life besides following others around and
threatening to blackmail them?  Off the premises, it's my business what I
do with my sexuality -- not for interfering busybodies like you."

"What if I tell your boss?" I threatened.

"If I am into S&M -- how do you know that my boss isn't also involved?"

I didn't have an answer for that one.

"Mrs. Harmon, I'm sure that ordinarily you're a very nice person.  Don't
try to involve yourself in my personal affairs -- you might get burned.  So
please go back to your normal existence of being a bored wealthy woman who
has nothing better to do than shop all day -- and leave real living -- to
others," said Lois.

At that moment, I began to cry.  Lois took out a few tissues from her
purse, and sat next to me as I cried myself out.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Harmon?" asked Lois.

"I thought I hated the very idea of bondage -- until I saw you up on the
stage with that girl.  For the first time I saw something like that in
person -- and my nipples got hard and my pussy wet," I cried, "I'm so
bored.  My husband doesn't want me to work.  I used to have a high paying
job at Ralph Lauren, but after we married, he made me quit.  Said I had a
house to take care of.  All I do is supervise the maid and the gardener --
big deal.  Whenever I protest to my husband, all he tells me to do is buy a
new dress - which I never wear!  I was doing better alone in my apartment
in the city.  And even worse -- he never touches me sexually -- I can't
even remember the last time we had sex!"

"What do you want, Mrs. Harmon?" Lois asked, "you either need a marriage
counselor or a divorce attorney, and I'm not either one."

"I want to be your sex slave," I answered.

"That's quite an interesting request, Mrs. Harmon.  Are you quite sure you
know what's involved?"

"No, not really."

"Good, at least you're honest.  I'm considered to be a harsh Mistress -- my
slaves are kept naked, collared, and flogged constantly.  It's a harsh
regimen -- but I'm in demand.  You can leave at any time, but never return.
Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you busy this Saturday?" Lois asked.

"No."

"Good.  Reserve a room at the Marriott in Uniondale for Saturday afternoon,
and don't eat lunch.  That's an order."

"Yes, Mistress Lois,"

"See you Saturday, Mrs. Harmon -- and don't be late."

 

I sat in the lobby of the Uniondale Marriott not knowing what to expect.  I
had made a room reservation the day before, and now I sat alone, waiting
for Mistress Lois to arrive.

Would she come?  Or would I get stood up as part of some test that she was
performing on me?

Why had she told me to reserve a hotel room?  I knew that she owned a
house, and I certainly had one as well.  So what did we need a hotel room
for?  If we were going to have a romantic tryst somewhere, surely there
were better places to do so than a crowded Long Island hotel?

Glancing down at my watch, I found that it was already 1:30 PM, and my
stomach growled from hunger.  It was long past lunch, and I was hungry!

"Been waiting long?" asked Lois.

I glanced up from my watch.  Mistress Lois was wearing a pink top and a
pair of blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers.

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"Good, did you reserve a room?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress.  But I have a big enough house..."

"The first lesson you must learn is to obey my orders, Annette.  So be a
good little girl and get our room, please?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I stood up and walked, quaking inside, over to registration.  I registered,
got the electronic keys, and walked back to Mistress Lois.

"I have the room, Mistress," I told her quietly.

"Good, then let's go upstairs, shall we?"

I then noticed that she was carrying a small gym bag.  Did she have her
bondage toys inside?

Once inside, Lois looked through the entire room, including the bathroom.
She sat on the bed, and opened the Room Service menu that she had picked up
from a table against the wall.

"Let's order lunch, darling.  What do you say about a burger and fries?
I'm famished," she said.

"We could have eaten in the restaurant downstairs," I pointed out, "and it
would have been a bit cheaper."

"Nonsense, Mrs. Harmon.  The whole purpose of us being here is to enjoy
ourselves, and that should include room service.  So why don't you order us
both lunch, and charge it to the room, while I look over what's on TV."

Nervously, I picked up the phone, and ordered two lunches of burgers and
fries, complete with plenty of Coke to drink.  By then, Lois had opened the
TV cabinet, and was flipping through the channels.  She settled on a
preview channel that was running clips of the Adult offerings.

"I think that the Video revolution is just wonderful, don't you agree?  The
idea that smut can be sent by satellite or played on tape -- that's what I
call progress," she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

Finally, our lunches came.  I signed the bill, tipped the Bellman, and
uncovered our burgers.  I have to admit that I was very hungry by then.

"You may eat with your Mistress," Lois said.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, not really sure what I was supposed to be
doing.

We both dug into our meals, with the preview channel still on.

"You know," Lois began, "I've never understood how hotels can claim that
they lose money on their restaurants.  The prices that they charge are
outrageous!  Yet they say the lose money -- incredible!"

"I'm sure it must be more than that, Mistress."

"I've stayed in a lot of hotels that don't serve food -- and they all seem
to be placed next to a restaurant -- that does really well," said Lois,
"good, one of the movies is coming on!"

She picked up the remote control and turned it onto a specific channel,
then punched in a code to order the movie.  Seconds later, the credits
started to roll -- and a naked man and woman were having sex in bed on the
screen.

"Mistress, I don't understand."

"About what," Lois answered.

"I thought that we were going to meet to start my training.  I don't
understand why we're in a hotel eating lunch and watching an Adult Film?"

"Simple, my dear.  The first thing that any Divorce Attorney looks at is
Credit Card charges.  I'm sure that you'll have a good explanation for
taking a room on a Saturday afternoon with another woman, having lunch,
then ordering an Adult movie."

"Oh," was all I could dumbly answer.

"Finish your lunch, Annette.  That's an order!" commanded Lois, who was
having no problem eating.

Gingerly, I finished lunch, and eventually the trolley was placed outside
in the hallway.  I wondered what was going to happen next.

"Lunch was pretty good," Lois observed, "but now let's get onto the main
course, now shall we?"

"Yes...yes, Mistress," I stumbled in answering her.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," Lois ordered.

Warily, I stood up off the double bed and began to strip.  I pulled my
shirt over my arms, and then removed my sneakers and socks.  I was wearing
short, and pulled them off as well.  Finally, I removed my bra and panties,
and stood naked in front of Lois.

"Very good, my dear.  Now place your hands behind your neck, and open your
legs.  I want to inspect you."

I breathed silently as Lois circled me a couple of times, then she pinched
my nipple!

"Ouch!" I cried.

"Silence!"

She did it again, except this time I stayed quiet.  Her fingernail traced a
path down my tummy, then ever so lightly her index finger entered my sex.

"When was the last time your husband fucked you?" Lois bluntly asked.

"I don't remember, Mistress," I answered.

"Well, this is one cunt that I'll enjoy fucking with a dildo," Lois
observed.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Turn round."

Her hands traced themselves over my shoulder blades, down the small of my
back, and then onto my bottom.  She squeezed my fleshy globes in her hands.

"Ever been spanked?"  Lois asked.

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"It's such a great form of discipline, my dear -- and so personal.  I'm
sure that you'll enjoy a red bottom, darling."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Bend over slightly," she ordered.

I did so, and felt her hands spread my ass cheeks apart as she looked at my
rear hole.

"Next time I'll have a pair of rubber gloves and some Vaseline and feel up
inside that asshole of yours," she told me.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Let me get undressed," said Lois.

In short order, Lois was naked on the bed.  She was a truly beautiful
woman, almost model quality.

"There now," she said as she sprawled on the bed.  She had thrown back the
covers and lay naked as I continued to stand.

"Come over here darling and lick my cunt," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

"And don't worry about my juices on the bed -- I want the sheets wet!"

As I opened my mouth to begin servicing her, the reason was quite obvious.
It would be just another piece of evidence for a Divorce Attorney about our
lesbian hotel tryst.

"Make me come, darling, but not too quickly.  One skill that you have to
learn is how to sexually satisfy your Mistress.  Failure to do so will
result in your being punished!"

"Yes, Mistress."

I spent the next hour eating her pussy and biting her clit, bringing her to
orgasm several times.  She moaned sharply wherever she came, her hands
grabbing the sheets.  I lay between her legs, feeding off her feminine
juices and her musky erotic scent.

"That was very good, Annette," said Lois, "That will be enough for now."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You may go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, and then get a wet wash
towel and clean my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress."

I washed my face off of her secretions, and then wet a small wash towel.  I
brought it into the bedroom, and washed off Lois's pussy as ordered.

"Very good, dear.  You know how to take orders," she complimented me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.

"Now you can get over my lap, and I'll spank that virgin bottom of yours."

"Yes, Mistress."

To say that I felt a little awkward and silly as I got over her lap and
positioned myself for a spanking would be an understatement.  Here, I was,
a grown woman, about to be spanked like a child!

Swat!  Swat!  Swat!

Her hand struck my bottom again and again.  If this was going to be my
introduction to discipline, then so be it.  I guess that I couldn't be
whipped the first time!

Swat!  Swat!  Swat!

Lois changed the strokes each time that she began a new series to cover as
much territory as possible on my bottom as she spanked me.

Swat!  Swat!  Swat!

"Feeling good, Annette?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, then we can proceed onto the Paddle."

She produced a leather paddle which I assume had been in her gym bag, Lois
then offered it to my lips.

"Kiss it, Annette, and then thank your Mistress for the punishment that you
are about to receive."

"Thank...thank you, Mistress," I stuttered after I had kissed the Paddle as
ordered.

"It's all right to be scared, darling," Lois comforted me, "I know that
this is all very strange.  But you'll quickly learn to obey me, and serve
me as ordered."

"Yes, Mistress."

Crack!

The first stroke of the Paddle against my already sensitized bottom was
like a cannon shot going off, or at least I thought so.  In truth, it was
probably no stronger than the last few spanks that I had endured.  But
there was something different about the Mistress using an implement of some
kind.  I thought that it was a foretaste or more and harder bondage to
come.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Lois continued to paddle away at my bottom, varying her strokes as before.
I chanced a look at myself in the bedroom mirror.  Seeing myself naked,
draped over the lap of another naked woman who was disciplining me was
quite a shock!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Now I didn't as you for a safeword, Annette, since I'm really not going to
use you hard enough to cause you pain.  You will be reminded every time for
the next few days whenever you sit down about today -- but outside of a red
ass, you will heal quickly,"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Even during our conversation, my paddling continued.

"Later on, when I take the crop and whip to you, I'll teach you about a
safe word.  That way, I'll never use you past your limits, or actually hurt
you."

"Yes, Mistress."

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"There now!  Enough for today!" Lois announced, "on your knees, slave!"

I got off her lap, and then onto my knees on the floor.

"Legs open, hands on your knees, and head down," Lois ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

I did as I told, and got on the floor in the manner described.

"You seem to be very submissive, Annette.  How you ever had a Dominatrix
use you before?"

"No, Mistress.  But I am in a lesbian relation with my friend Vera."

"So you have had to satisfy another woman sexually before?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Very good.  I'm sure that you will be quite submissive -- especially when
I take a whip to you."

"Yes, Mistress."  I could feel the goose pimples on my naked flesh.

"Scared of the whip, Annette?"

"Yes...yes, Mistress.  I'm afraid that it will hurt," I answered.

"Of course it will hurt, Annette.  That's the idea behind being punished!
You don't think that I'm going to use a feather duster on you!" she
laughed.

"No, Mistress."

"Good then, just so we understand each other.  You are going to give your
naked body to me, and I am going to use it in any way that I desire.  That
includes your mouth and that wonderful cunt of yours, along with your
breasts and every other part of your womanly body.  I have all sorts of
lovely sex toys that are going to drive you wild, my dear."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Lois stood up from the bed, and removed a complicated series of straps from
the gym bag.  It was the same dildo harness that Vera owned!  Lois strapped
the harness around her loins, and soon she sported a huge erection!

"On the bed and open your legs, Annette," Lois ordered.

In all my years of sex, from my first deflowering as a teenager to my
lovemaking with Vera, I had never before been ordered around so coldly.
Sex, after all, is supposed to be tender and loving between two people.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation?  Flowers and chocolate?"

I obeyed, and got onto the bed and opened my legs.

Lois then unrolled a rubber condom onto the phallus, and I could see that
it wasn't the lubricated kind.

"I hope that you're a wet slut," said Lois, "since this is a dry condom.
This will be for not obeying me fast enough.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I don't like to tolerate disobedience from my slaves -- but since you're
still new to all this, I'll let it go by.  As my slave, that means you have
to obey me completely!  Failure to do so will mean either that you don't
want to serve me -- or that you totally misunderstand what sex slavery
really means.  In which case you're in the wrong place, missy."

"Yes, Mistress, I'll obey you quicker from now on."

"That's better, Annette.  Now open your legs."

She stalked me like a cat, and she gradually covered my body with hers.  I
could smell her musk which excited me totally.

The tip of the phallus probed between my legs, and gradually found it's way
into my moistened tunnel.  Lois did not ram the cock into my cunt -- rather
she pushed it inside gradually.  I opened my legs farther to accommodate
her, and moaned when the cock had sunk all the way to it's hilt.

"Aaaaaaah!" I cried.

"Quite a slut, aren't you, my dear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Lois then began to piston the phallus in and out of my sex, sinking it
inside me, and then withdrawing it, then repeating it once again!

"Much better than a man, isn't it?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Men sooner or later come or wear themselves out.  A rubber cock, on the
other hand, stays hard forever!"

"Aaaaaah!" I cried.

The combination of my red bottom, and the cock between my legs had produced
a pain/pleasure feeling that I had never experienced before.  I moaned with
each thrust into my cunt.

"I have many things to teach you my dear -- the price is your surrendering
your body to me.  Are you willing to pay that price?"

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"No matter what it might cost you?"

"No, Mistress.  I want to be your slave."

"Very well then!"

Mistress Lois continued to fuck me with the rubber dildo for what seemed
endless hours.  I came time after time, moaning as each orgasm rolled over
me in what seemed like an endless tidal wave of climaxes engulfed me.

Finally, I was exhausted, and we lay together, sweating.  Lois removed the
harness and unrolled the condom into the wastebasket.

"Let's take a little nap," said Lois, as she curled up next to me.

I fell asleep in her arms, softly snoring.

                    *** After our first tryst in the
hotel, we had met there another Saturday afternoon and had repeated the
events of our first meeting, except that we had packed a bag and some
additional clothing and stayed the night.

Mistress Lois had even ordered me to pack a little black dress, and we had
danced in the hotel disco together.  We had eaten in our room, made love,
and I had been spanked, cropped, and then fucked again with her dildo.

I had left a trail a mile wide that any divorce attorney could detect, but
then again, I didn't care.  My husband totally ignored me sexually.  I had
tried everything to seduce him into having sex.  But he wasn't interested
in me!

I wouldn't have minded if he had been having an affair with another woman,
or gambling, or even drinking!  Instead he seemed only to care about his
damn job, and all of his business trips.  I even accused him of having a
woman in each city that he visited, and he just laughed!

So I didn't mind it in the least if Mistress Lois paddled my bottom until I
had a hard time sitting down, or her fucking my cunt with a rubber strap on
dildo until my cunt ached.  I was getting more sex with her than I had with
my husband in months -- maybe a year!

Our next meeting was rather mysterious.  I assumed that I would go to her
house, and that she would have a bondage dungeon downstairs.

Instead, I took a cab to a donut shop, and was met there by a man.  He made
me wear a pair of dark glasses, and we drove around for at least an hour
before we arrived at a house in the middle of nowhere.

He motioned me towards the entrance, then drove off.

I walked to the door, which was opened by a girl dressed in a black rubber
Maid's uniform.

"You are expected, Annette.  If you would please accompany me upstairs?"

"Yes," I answered, "of course.  Is Mistress Lois here?"

"No questions, please.  I am to prepare you."

"I understand."

Being prepared meant exactly the same thing that it did in D/s novels.  The
Maid gave me a bath, dried my hair, then collared and braceleted me,
applied perfume to my breasts and between my thighs, and finally placed a
pair of heels on my feet.

My hands were locked behind my back, and a blindfold cut off my sight.  I
was prepared to be gagged, but none was placed in my mouth.  I supposed
that first timers got it easy!

Instead of being leashed, the Maid grabbed hold of my arm and walked me
into a room.  She forced me to my knees, and I awaited further
developments.  They didn't take long to occur!

The blindfold was removed, and I saw that Mistress Lois was seated in a
high wooden chair that looked like a throne!

"Thank you, Catherine," said Lois.

"Yes, Mistress," said the Maid as she departed, I could hear the rustle of
the rubber as she walked.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"In the palace of your dreams, slave.  Here, you shall experience
submission."

"I thought that we were going to meet at your house?"

"You thought that I had a playroom in my house?"  In crowded Great Neck?"
Lois laughed, "with the houses so packed together?"

"Then where are we?" I asked.

"Since this is your first time here, I will tolerate your questions.  This
house belongs to a wealthy female slave of mine.  I use it to dominate her
-- along with my other submissives."

"So you have a dungeon after all, Mistress."

"Whatever you want to call it.  Dungeon, playroom, they are all the same
thing.  Either way, it provides the necessary quiet for my activities."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You can still back out if you want to," Lois offered, "there's nothing
keeping you here -- except yourself."

"I understand, Mistress."

"I'm going to have you fill out a checklist of sexual activities for me,
since I will not force you to do anything that you don't want."

"Yes, Mistress, I have heard of such things."

"After that, prepare yourself to be bound and whipped."

"Yes, Mistress."

I tugged at the leather bonds holding my wrists together.  Made of steel
and leather, they were more than adequate to hold a naked girl in bondage.
However, I was held there by something a lot stronger than steel!

It was my desire to be a slave to Mistress Lois that held me captive!

"Have you chosen your safeword?"

"Yes, Mistress.  I choose slut."

"As you wish.  Catherine will now have you fill out the checklist.
Afterwards, you may prepare to be whipped!"

Whoever the owner of the house was, they certainly didn't lack for money!
I was in an actual Dungeon!

The basement walls were all decorated in stone (was it false -- I would
have to be chained to the walls to find out); along with the floor as well.
There were all sorts of things to punish naked girls -- I noticed spreader
bars, handcuffs, gags, and all sorts of crops, whips, and paddles hanging
from the wall.  Quite a collection indeed.

Catherine had made me complete a checklist, and I indicated what sort of
bondage that I would be experiencing with Mistress Lois.  She refused to
answer my questions -- and then I recognized her!

Catherine had been a well known member of the LI social set until she had
dropped out of sight a few years ago.  Previously, she had been active in
the arts, the horsey set, and charity functions.  Then, mysteriously, she
had vanished!  She no longer returned anybody's calls, and in time, was
forgotten.

Here she was, wearing a rubber Maid's outfit, serving as Mistress Lois's
slave -- as I soon would be!

Catherine was heir to a modest fortune that her parents had left her -- an
only child she had been expected to marry.  Like me, she had worked for a
major Manhattan firm.  However, after she had vanished, she had soon been
overlooked by us.

"Get ready," said Catherine.

"Yes," I told her.

Was there the flash of recognition in her eye?  Surely she must have
recognized me -- we had attended any number of events together -- from
boring dinners to yacht races.  Instead, she was now a slave -- as her
leather collar attested!

I was hanging by my leather wrist bracelets, and my ankles were opened by a
spreader bar.  I was totally exposed, and my feet were just touching the
cold stone floor.

Set in the wall was a mirror, and I looked closely at my wracked
femininity.  I was naked, vulnerable, and in chains!  There was no part of
me that couldn't be reached by the whip, or by Lois with her probing hands.

I had no doubt either that soon her fingers would be caressing and fondling
my naked body.  She would be pinching my nipples, feeling my ass, and
placing her fingers in my cunt.

Of course, this was all totally voluntary.  I could, at any time, ask to
leave, and my chains would be removed and I would be set free.  Free, all
right -- to a life of boredom and disappointment!

"Daydreaming, slave?" asked Lois.

She was wearing a black leather corset, panties, and thigh-high leather
boots, and carrying a whip!

"You look beautiful, Mistress Lois."

"Thank you, Annette.  You will soon have a chance to scream out your
submission to me.  Do you like your surroundings?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I could never afford something like this myself.  But its so nice that I
have a patron who is willing to indulge my interests -- and hers."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Every home should have a playroom in the basement, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly answered.

"Much more entertaining than either a TV room or a pool table.  I'm sure
that a lot of Long Island women would discover their submissive sides, if
given a few strokes with a crop."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Have you ever been whipped before?"

"No, Mistress."

"Are you afraid of the whip?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much so."

"But you have consented to be whipped -- why?"

"Because I want to be your slave, Mistress.  I trust that you will not hurt
me."

"I am quite skilled with the whip, darling.  I shall not even break your
skin.  But it will hurt more than you can possibly imagine."

"Yes, Mistress."

"What is your safeword?"

"Slut, Mistress."

"Good, I don't want you to forget it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Kiss the whip and thank your Mistress for the punishment that you are
about to receive."

"Thank you, Mistress Lois for accepting this lowly slave to punish," I said
as my lips caressed the woven leather that made up the handle.

"Very good, slut.  It will not be necessary for you to count out each
stroke -- that will be a for later, when you have become more experienced."

"Yes, Mistress."

A line of what felt like fire etched itself across my naked bottom as I
felt the first kiss of the leather.  A second soon followed!  Then another!
And another!

How can I express my feelings about being whipped?  Nice girls, I was
taught while growing up, were expected to be good wives and sex partners
for their husbands.  Instead, I was bored, and found greater sexual
fulfillment with my lesbian partner, Vera.  But even that wasn't enough!
My pussy was made wet by the idea of bondage -- to serve a harsh, leather
clad Dominatrix.

So here, I was, in a stone basement dungeon on LI, being whipped by leather
Mistress, who was being attended by a woman who I once knew in a different
setting entirely!

Lois slowly circled around me, her arm drawing the whip back before each
stroke, then forward.  The thin leather wound itself around my naked flesh,
striking my breasts, thighs, and even my exposed and opened pussy!

I knew that my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet!  I had never felt so
afraid, or so sexually alive before!  Every time that I would see Lois draw
her hand back, I knew that I would be in for another stroke.  But I stayed
silent, gritting my teeth.

Against the wall, I had noted a few ball-gags hanging.  How I wished that I
could be gagged!  I had heard that being gagged while punished added a new
dimension to punishment.

"Are you all right, slave?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress, please continue whipping me?" I begged.

"As you wish."

Crack!

One stroke after another left its mark on my naked girl flesh, and I could
feel the sweat begin to form and run down my body!  The droplets fell
between my breasts, my shoulder blades, my ass, and my pussy!

I glanced at the mirror, and saw myself as a picture of wracked femininity.
The ribs below my skin were clearly visible as my feet touched the stone
floor.

"Not quite so elegant now, are you?"  Lois asked.

"Mistress?"

"Do you own any designer clothing?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And have you ever attended one of those societal functions?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So you are a rich bitch -- do have a house in the Hamptons?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She was taunting me!  I was both the society woman -- and the slave!  I may
have had a closet full of Gucci, Dior, and Lauren -- but it was she who
held the whip that so captivated me!

"But you are my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Crack!

One especially hard stroke had impacted itself against my body, and I cried
out in pain.

"All right, dear?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

She began to pinch my right nipple, and I began to moan with pain and
pleasure at the same time.  Her fingers traced the outlines of my breasts,
and I had never felt anything more sensual in my entire life.  Her hand
then ran down my tummy, eventually to the cleft between my legs.  I stood
rock still as she inserted her finger into my cleft.

"My, what a wet slut you are!" Lois commented.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Clean yourself off my fingers," Lois ordered.

I licked my secretions off of her fingers.

"Is this better than riding a horse?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"How submissive you are?"  Lois observed, "tell me, is there another reason
for your willingness to serve me?"

"Only that I want to be your slave, Mistress."

"But is there another reason?"

"No, Mistress," I lied.

I had told Lois that I wanted to be her slave because my husband had been
sexually ignoring me, and I had always wanted to serve a Mistress.  What I
had not told her was what I was going to do next with my husband -- when he
would discover just what I was doing sexually in my spare time!

Later on Catherine gave me a bath in preparation for bedding Mistress Lois,
who insisted that she only liked clean, bathed slaves to take to bed -- not
sweaty ones just freshly punished!

I than found myself in bed with Lois.  Between her legs, I serviced her
moist cunt, my tongue and teeth active on her lips and clit, and I drove
her to one orgasm after another.  Lois moaned and bucked under my
attentions, and she tapped a crop on my back from time to time to remind me
to satisfy her -- which I had no trouble doing in the least.

Then the put the strap-on dildo onto her thighs, and I lay on the bed, my
legs open to receive her latex cock inside me.  Lois plunged the cock into
my sex, and now it was my turn to moan with pleasure.

Soon, the bed was a mess of mussed sheets, sweat, and feminine secretions.
We were both tired, and feel asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, Catherine bathed me again, and helped me to dress.

"Catherine," I whispered, "don't you recognize me?  I'm Annette!  We used
to socialize together?"

"Yes," she replied softly, "I remember you."

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" she answered, "I became a slave to Mistress Lois,
just as you will be."

"But how?"

"I discovered that my life was boring, and deadly dull.  I was bored with
normal sex, so I went looking for something new.  I found it as a slave!"

"But to be a Maid in your own house?  And to have Lois use it for her
slaves!"

"I was the very first woman whipped in the dungeon, and kept chained there
for weeks.  Far better to be a slave in chains and happy than to be unhappy
and free!" she declared.

I didn't know how to respond to her statement.  She had given up the life
of a socialite to serve in her own house as a slave to a Mistress.  I
wondered what marks that she bore on her body from serving Lois.

Marks that I would one day bear myself!

 

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!

"Honey, what's going on?" asked my husband, home from one of his business
trips.

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Why are you working at K-Mart?"

"Because I'm tired of sitting home on my ass doing nothing.  The Maid can
come in two days a week to clean -- there really isn't enough work for her
to do all week, and the gardener works outside.  I was bored silly, so I
went back to work!"

"But honey, I told you that I made enough money so that you didn't have to
work.  I don't want you working outside the home," he told me.  Again!

"I'm tired of sitting here on my ass all day doing nothing but watching
TV," I protested.

"That's not the only problem."

"What else?" I asked.

"You've been seen in the company of another woman -- not one of your usual
girlfriends, a Lois Baker."

"We met at the Jaguar dealership where she works, and struck up a
friendship," I told him.

"So you don't deny it?" he asked.

"No," I answered.

"Are you spying on me?" I demanded, "do you have a private detective
following me around?  Do you want a divorce?"

"Is that what you want?" he asked, "why did you two go the Marriott twice
on a Saturday afternoon a few months ago?"

"We went for a few drinks," I lied.

"Is that why you took a room for two, ordered lunch, and then watched two
sex films?"  I'd say that you were having an affair with that woman."

"That's none of your damn business," I told him.

"I also found out a few facts about your lover," he threatened.

"Really, I'm fascinated, go on."

"She's a lesbian Dominatrix!  Is that who you went to bed with, a dyke?" he
asked me.

"Well, since we haven't had sex for a year, I decided to have an affair," I
told him, "here, look!"

I unbuttoned my blouse, and threw it on the chair, and then unzipped my
Ralph Lauren skirt.  The marks of my last session with Mistress Lois were
plainly visible on my naked flesh.

"You've been beaten," he observed, "you're a pervert!" he screamed.

"Correct on the first count, incorrect on the second."

"You'll get nothing in divorce court, nothing!" he threatened.

"Oh I think that I'll get something, like half of our assets."

"Once your infidelity comes out, I don't think so," he cautioned.

"I've had a private detective follow you on your business trips," I
revealed, "and you seem to have a girl in every city!"

He looked very upset.

"You're bluffing!"

I removed a manila envelope from the dresser drawer, and spread the
contents on the bed.

"I may have been fooling around, but you must have started long ago on the
road!"

"You'll get nothing, when it comes out - "

"Do you really want it to come out publicly in Divorce Court about my
lesbian affair with a Domme?  You'll be a laughingstock," I told him.

"You're a slut!"

"Thank you.  Now if you don't mind, I have to go to work."

"Don't come back.  I'm throwing you out of the house!" he screamed.

"Really, is that a fact," I answered.

It was after work, and I had called Lois and asked to meet her at a bar for
Happy Hour.  He same way that we had met in the beginning.

"What is so important, Annette?" Lois asked.

"My husband has discovered my infidelity, and wants to throw me out.  He
knows about our relationship, and what we do together."

"Really, that's very interesting.  Drink?"

"Yes, thank you."

We both ordered, and Lois ordered a tray of appetizers for us to share at
the bar.

"Are you going to get a divorce?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress.  He hasn't taken me to bed in a year or more."

"This could be very embarrassing to come out in open court," she told me.

"For him, mostly.  I have already spoken to a lawyer, told him of the
situation, and he agrees that my husband would be better off settling out
of court, quietly.  It wouldn't be good for his reputation to have our
affairs made public."

"No, I suppose not.  When the divorce is finalized, how would you like to
come live with me?" Lois asked.

"Mistress!  I thought that you didn't want your lovers moving in?"

"Well let's just say that I have become attached to you, Annette.  I'm sure
that will set even more tongues wagging in Great Neck, don't you agree?"

"You want me to move in?"

"Yes, and you're going to continue working as well."

"But I have plenty of money -- neither of us has to work, I can support us
both," I offered.

"I'm sure you do.  But the price of your submission is both your naked body
AND working for a living.  I don't want my slaves just lounging around
doing nothing -- I came from a working household, unlike you rich women."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Very good then.  Take an apartment, and live there for a year while you
get all this legal stuff out of the way.  Continue working at K-Mart."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Your slavery is going to expand into new directions once you have been
freed from your husband," she told me.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mistress," I told her.

"So you shall," Lois answered.

For the first time I had been invited to Mistress Lois's house.  For the
entire period of my slavery, I had been going to Catherine's house, which
had an elaborate playroom for D/s.

After work one day, I drove up to her house in Great Neck.  It was a large
Tudor that looked similar to many others in the same neighborhood.

Once I had rung the doorbell, Lois opened it.  She was still wearing her
business suit from work.

"Good afternoon, Annette," she greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Mistress."

"Please come in," she told me.

"Yes, Mistress."

Her house was nicely, if sparsely, furnished.  Downstairs was the foyer,
living and dining rooms, and kitchen.

The table was set, and I could smell that dinner was cooking in the oven.

"We're having baked ziti, is that all right?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I have three bedrooms upstairs," she told me, "plus a furnished basement
for entertainment."

"That's very nice," I told her.

"Nothing compared to your place," Lois observed.

"No, Mistress."

Dinner was a strained affair, and I helped her bring the food to the table.
We split a bottle of Red Chianti together, and soon the dishes were all in
the dishwasher.

"There now," commented Lois, "what shall we do now?"

"Whatever my Mistress desires," I answered.

"Take your blouse and skirt off, but leave on your undies and heels," she
ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

So I stripped off my work clothes in her living room, with the sun's last
rays streaking through the window.

"Very nice, Annette.  Are you on a diet?"

"No Mistress.  I seem to be one of those girls who can eat without putting
on weight."

"Lucky girl.  I'll be sweating dinner off in the gym tomorrow," she told
me.

"What do you want me to do next?"

"Take the rest of your clothes off," Lois ordered.

The rest of my clothes soon joined the others, folded neatly on a chair.

"Display yourself," Lois commanded.

As I had already learned, I placed my hands behind my head, and turned
around slowly so that I could show my body for Lois to inspect.

"When did I last flog you?" Lois asked coolly.

"Two Saturdays ago, Mistress."

"Then we'll have to remedy that, won't we?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Let's go downstairs," Lois suggested.

Following behind her, naked, I wondered what she had in the basement.  She
had told me weeks ago that she didn't entertain her slaves in the house,
but I suppose that had changed.

Instead of a pool table or media room, Lois now had manacles hanging from
the walls, and chains hanging from the ceiling.

"The previous owner had soundproofed the basement because his son practiced
with a rock band down here, so it's perfect for a playroom," Lois told me.

"Mistress, I thought that you had said that you didn't do your sessions
here?" I asked.

"That's true, Annette.  Until I met you, that is.  You have so charmed me
that I want our sessions to take place here, without Catherine in
attendance."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Go to the cabinet and select a flogger," she ordered, "and I'll get into
something more appropriate."

"Yes, Mistress."

I had finally earned the right to select the instrument of my punishment!
Without Catherine to bathe Lois and help her dress, Lois had to do that on
her own.  I watched as she stripped off her business suit, and place it on
hangers.  Then she removed a sleeveless catsuit and boots, and dressed
herself.  Holding the flogger, I knelt in silence on the floor, guessing
that was the correct thing to do.

When she was finished, I had to admit that Lois looked simply stunning in
the PVC catsuit that showed off her bust and trim waistline.  She buckled a
belt around her waist, accentuating her figure.

"You look simply lovely, Mistress," I complimented her.

"Thank you very much, Annette.  Of course, that won't spare you any
strokes."

"Yes, Mistress."

After she had buckled the straps on her matching shoes, she got to her
feet, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, "please flog me?"

"Yes, darling.  Now stand up and get ready."

"Mistress?" I asked.

"Yes, darling, what is it?"

"What's that big leather thing on the wall?"

Lois walked over to the wall, and pointed out a leather device made of
straps, and large pieces of leather.  I had never seen anything like it
before!

"It's called an armbinder," said Lois, "and it's quite confining.  Would
you like to try it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Lois hung the flogger onto a clip on her belt, and then took down the
armbinder.  She then walked over to me, and I shivered slightly, even
though it was quite warm in her playroom.

"Afraid?" Lois questioned.

"No, Mistress!"

"Good, arms behind your back please?"

I complied, and Lois walked to my back, and I suddenly felt the leather
device pulled up my two horizontally held arms.  She tugged and pulled the
thing all the way up, and I felt as if my arms were encased in a leather
bag!  Then she pulled a zipper up, and she locked a roller buckle strap at
it's top -- confining my arms totally inside.

"Stand still," Lois commanded.

She next drew two straps over my shoulders and locked them to the armbinder
as well.  There was no way that I could possibly escape from such a
fiendish device!

"Look at yourself in the mirror, darling."

I complied, and meekly walked over to the full-length mirror set in the
wall.  Totally naked, my arms were encased in the armbinder, and I was
totally helpless and at her mercy!

"Can you escape from the armbinder?" Lois asked.

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"It makes a girl totally helpless, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Come here, darling.  I want to chain your ankles."

I walked over to Lois, and she had chosen some additional devices for my
entertainment!

First came a pair of ankle shackles, and I stood silently as the ratchets
were closed around my ankles.  I was now hobbled, and my steps were limited
to the length of the steel hobble chain!

"Ouch!" I cried as my nipples were pinched.

I watched in stunned silence as two nipple clamps, joined with a piece of
chain, were expertly placed on my erect nipples.  Once they were on, Lois
gave a small tug to the chain, and I had no choice but to be pulled along
by them!

"Stand still."

Lois then locked a leather collar onto my neck, brushing my long hair out
of the way.  I heard the small lock close in the silence of the playroom,
another device meant to confine me.  Lois pulled at the D-Ring on the
collar, and again I was obligated to follow.

Lastly, she produced a penis gag, and I needed no prodding to open my mouth
to accept the stubby rubber cock into my mouth, and it was soon buckled at
the back of my neck.

"Mmmmmph! I grunted.

"There now, you're quite a package, darling.  Come, see yourself in the
mirror," Lois ordered.

She gently pulled on the chain attached to my nipple clamps, and I followed
behind her.  Soon, I saw myself in the mirror.  I was a helpless package,
confined by the implacability of steel and leather, all meant to confine
naked girls!

"Mmmmmph!" I moaned when Lois began to play with my right breast.

"Quite helpless, aren't you?  I bet they you were one of those Type A
personalities when you worked in the city, bossing around all of the others
in your department.  But Type A's have a secret, don't they?" Lois
questioned.

I could only nod my head in assent, knowing what she was going to say next.

"Submission.  Type A's may present an image to the world as hard driving
dominant bitches, but you're really submissive in the bedroom, aren't you?"

Again, I nodded my head in agreement!

Yes, it was true!  Mistress Lois again had penetrated deep into my mind.
Yes, I had been a Type A in the office, ordering my staff around, and
becoming very unpopular.  But whenever I had bedded a man, I instantly
became sexually meek.  I would do whatever he asked, and that included
doing it Doggie style, with me kneeling on the bed and he entering me from
behind.

"But you couldn't get enough submission from men, could you?" Lois further
questioned, "you needed more, which included my crop and whip?"

I had to admit that Lois was correct -- had any of my male lovers taken
leather to my bare bottom, or even his hand, I would probably be with him
now.  But none had!  One man, George, who I had met in a bar, lived in the
same building with an S&M shop downstairs.  He seemed to take no interest
in the place, even though I had asked him to go inside with me.

"Mmmmmph!"

While I had been deep in thought, Lois was now fondling my sex, and I
opened my legs to accommodate her ministrations.  I was proving to quite
submissive indeed, and I sucked on the penis gag in my mouth.  The stubby
rubber cock made me even more sexually excited, if that was possible.

"You're so submissive," said Lois, "not even Catherine was quite so willing
to submit to me so easily.  I'll bet that you love your bondage, and would
never leave, given the chance!"

"Mmmmmmph!" I exclaimed in erotic agony!

After becoming Lois's slave, I had reached the inescapable conclusion that
I loved sexual slavery.  There was nothing that excited me more than being
placed in bondage, and then disciplined.

It was just the steel and leather that held me captive -- it was my own
sexual desires!  How else to explain my desire for what others might
consider perverted?  Good girls certainly weren't supposed to be tied up
and whipped by leather clad women!

"Mmmmph!" I grunted as Lois's fingers thrust into my wet sex.

The armbinder made me totally helpless, and the other things that Lois had
placed upon me merely accentuated my bondage.  I tried to force the
armbinder off me, but there was no way to escape the totality of the
hideous device.  It pulled my arms back, and thrust my breasts out.  I had
never felt like this before!

"You're a Type A slut!" Lois observed.

Had I been able to speak I would have certainly agreed with her comment.
However, all I could do was to groan in response and endure her torments of
me!

Just when I was at the very borderline of orgasm. Lois abruptly pulled her
fingers out of my sex.  I was sweating profusely, and just a few more
thrusts would have tipped me over the edge.  Instead, now I was left
panting with desire!

Lois then removed my penis gag, and I greedily sucked air into my heaving
lungs.

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

"You're welcome, Annette.  Now clean yourself off my fingers."

I licked and sucked her fingers, tasting myself on her flesh.  When I was
done, Lois walked over to a panel on the wall, and a chain lowered itself
to a more convenient.  She then grabbed hold of a D-Ring on my collar, and
pulled me along to the chain.  I obediently followed along behind her --
there wasn't anything else that I could do!

Lois then attached the chain to a ring at the base of the armbinder, below
where my hands were encased in the black leather.  She walked back to the
control panel, and the chain was slowly raised a few inches!

I was pulled over, exposing my bottom!

"There now, isn't this comfy?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Have you ever been in this position before?"

"No, Mistress."

"Do you like the armbinder, darling.  It's so -- confining!"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, "I could never free myself of it."

"That's the idea, sweetie.  Instead of a flogger, let's use a paddle
instead!"

Lois produced a black leather paddle, and I knew that in my current
position, my poor bottom was going to be the object of her attentions!

"Kiss the paddle!" Lois commanded, "what is your safeword?"

"Sinful, Mistress Lois," I quickly answered.

I did so, my lips kissing the black leather.  I wondered how many other
women had done so at Lois's behest!

"Get ready, Annette.  And you may count out each one, and if you miss one,
you'll get three more!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Crack!  "One!"

Crack!  "Two!"

Crack!  "Three!"

Crack!  "Four!"

Crack!  "Five!"

Crack!  "Six!"

Crack!  "Seven!"

Crack!  "Eight!"

Crack!  "Nine!"

Crack!  "Ten!"

"Ouch!" I cried when I felt Lois's hand caress my stinging bottom.

"Tender, darling?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I meekly answered.

Lois then gently pulled at the small chain attached to my nipple clamps.
Was there no end to my suffering?

"Enjoying yourself, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress Lois," I quickly answered.

When the woman you love is your tormentor, there is no end of suffering
that you will endure to please her.  Totally helpless, I was at her tender
mercies while in bondage!

"Are you wet, darling?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

I fully expected that Lois would again thrust her fingers into my wet and
throbbing sex.  Instead, I felt the buzz of a vibrator at the entrance to
my moistened sex!

"Now hold still, dear," Lois intoned.

There was little else that I could do as the vibrator was inserted into my
sex, and was soon pistoning itself inside me!

"Aaaaaaah!" I moaned.

Was every woman a true slave inside?  Did she only need the right person
and circumstance to bring her submissive feelings to the surface?  It was
so strange that Mistress Lois had first disgusted me by her public
performance in Manhattan.  But when I saw her again on Long Island, I
simply knew that I had to experience her as Mistress!

"Ooooooh!"

"Is my slave getting enough cunt action?" Lois asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I cried.

The armbinder is a truly fiendish bondage instrument, not only in confining
the arms, but also in thrusting a woman's chest out.  I had never felt so
sexual before as when the armbinder reduced me to breasts and exposed
pussy, and totally helpless.

"You may come," Lois ordered.

The orgasm that had been building inside of me was finally released by the
command of Mistress Lois.  I moaned and bucked in my leather and chains as
the vibrator brought me time and time again to orgasm.

"Aaaaaah!" I cried out in both pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Very good, slave," Lois complimented me.

Much to my surprise, Lois lowered the ceiling chain and released the
armbinder from it.  Next she undid the roller buckles of the armbinder, and
the strap above my elbows followed.  Finally, she unzipped the fiendish
device, and she gently removed it.

"Let the circulation return to your arms, your going to be a bit numb for a
while," Lois advised me.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed when I moved my arms.

"I didn't keep you in the binder too long since that was your first time."
Lois told me, "you have to get some experience with it."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, as feeling slowly returned to my aching arms.

Lois conducted me to a chair, and I gratefully sat down, even though my
bottom stung from the many paddle strokes.  I could smell both my sweat and
desire at the same time on my naked body, and I was certain that Lois could
as well.

"Better now?" Lois questioned.

"Yes, Mistress."

My ankles were still hobbled together with the chain, and I made no effort
to remove the nipple clamps from my breasts.  The small chain glinted in
the ceiling lights, and my fingers played with the small links.

"Do you like your jewelry?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Those aren't for sale at K-Mart, now are they?"

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"Pity department stores don't have a sex toy department.  I'll bet they
would gain a lot of business!" Lois laughed.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, laughing with her.

Lois then removed the clamps, and I felt a sudden rush of pain as they were
taken from my pained nipples.  The most any man had ever done was to suck
and bite at my nipples, but it took a woman to place clamps on them.  What
does that say about the differences between men and women?

"Ready for bed, Annette?" asked Lois.

"Yes, Mistress."

Lois did not place handcuffs on my wrists, but merely locked a leash onto
my collar.  I followed obediently behind her to her bedroom in silence.

Her bedroom was tastefully furnished, and she led me into the bathroom and
removed my ankle shackles.

"Clean yourself off, then join me in bed."

"Yes, Mistress."

Since Catherine wasn't there to assist me, I had to wash the evidence of
the bondage session off by myself.  Soon, I was dry and ready for whatever
else Lois had in store for me!

Lois was naked on the bed, and I guessed that her Domme outfit was hanging
in the closet.  She motioned me over, and opened her legs.

"Satisfy your Mistress," she ordered.

Needing no second order, my head was soon between her legs, and my tongue
and lips were in her sex.  I licked and sucked at her fragrant pussy lips
and clit, bringing her ever so slowly to orgasm.

I didn't have to be told that there was a crop on the bedside table, which
I knew was for me should I fail to satisfy her sexually.  In my training, I
had learned that my responsibility as slave was to sexually satisfy my
Mistress, as well as endure her punishments!

"Oooooooooh!" Lois quietly moaned.

I was proud of the fact that I could sexually satisfy a woman such as
Mistress Lois!  I was sure that she had many who begged to bed her, and
that she was very particular whom she associated with!

I knew to take my time, since Lois preferred to be brought to climax
slowly, instead of a quick and unsatisfying orgasm.  So I took my time
between her thighs, ever so gradually stimulating her, slowly increasing
the tempo of our lovemaking.

Lois bucked her thighs in response, and I had to keep up with her.  She
moaned and sighed as I playfully bit her erect clit.  I smelled the aroma
of her arousal, and I knew that she was ready to climax.

My tongue thrust deep inside her, and soon she was moaning and bucking even
faster.  Finally, she came!

"Yes, yes!" Lois exclaimed.

The sound of her orgasms filled the bedroom, and we bounced together on the
bed.  Shortly before, I had been in the playroom, and Lois had been
disciplining me.  Now we were lovers in bed, except that I was still
wearing her collar on my neck.

"Very good, Annette," Lois complimented me afterwards.

We were laying together in bed, the sheets a mess around our naked bodies.
Glancing in the mirror, I saw that my body was covered with red marks as an
indication of my servitude to Lois.

"What are you thinking about, Annette?" Lois asked.

"Was my Mistress ever a slave?"

"Of course I was!" Lois declared happily.

"Really, Mistress?" I replied.  Pillow talk with your Domme can be very
strange indeed!

"I was just out of college when I met a woman at my first real job.  She
was an older lesbian, and she got me into bed in no time.  After a few
weeks, she told me that she had some "special demands" and I had no clue
what she was talking about."

"What happened, Mistress?"

"Cynthia spanked my bottom one night after sex, and the next she used a
hairbrush on me!  After that, came a paddle and a riding crop.  Before
long, I was used to punishment, and I wore her collar for two years.  I
loved it!"

"Thank you for being so honest with me, Mistress."

"Well, darling, Dommes don't come into being by themselves.  The really
good ones start out as submissives first -- learning the ropes, so to
speak."

"Mistress Lois is very wise."

"Thank you, Annette.  A Domme has to provide a satisfying experience to her
submissives, else it's just beatings.  There are a lot of Dommes and
submissives who are into power trips and don't understand what D/s is all
about -- using it as an excuse for nothing but cruelty.  I'm not that kind
of woman."

"Yes, Mistress, but them when we started, why did present the tough girl
image?"

"Because I wanted to scare you, Annette.  I wanted to see if you really
wanted to be my slave, or if you were just fooling around.  But you took to
your slavery so earnestly, I knew that you were truly honest."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Now don't think that is going to get you off from being punished, now or
in the future.  You're still going to feel my lash, and often!  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, then retrieve my strap-on harness from the night-table.  I'm going
to fuck your brains out."

"Yes, Mistress."

And so she did that night!

My divorce was finalized in a lawyer's office four months later.  Neither
of our marital infidelities was mentioned at the table, and our divorce
never had to go before a judge.  Our assets were equally split, and the
house was to be sold.

My husband and I would go our separate ways, and nothing else would be said
publicly about the matter.  There would be few wagging tongues in Great
Neck!

"Hand me the hairbrush, darling."

I was in Lois's bedroom again, and we had just finished a session in the
playroom.  My body was again well striped by Lois and her riding crop, and
I felt well used by then.

"Yes, Mistress."

I handed Lois the hairbrush on the top of her dresser, and she smacked the
wooden part against her palm.

"Tell me, Annette, have you ever been beaten with a hairbrush before?"

"No, Mistress."

The week before, I had been bent over her lap and beaten with a large
wooden kitchen spoon for coming without permission during a session.  I was
learning that there are many household items that can be used to discipline
a girl.  Not just those in the playroom!

"Over my knees, then, sweetie," Lois ordered.

I obediently placed myself over her lap, my exposed bottom ready for
punishment.  Lois massaged my fleshy globes as she had many times before
and I knew that my rear was going to in for a bad time shortly!

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

I had never thought of the hairbrush as an instrument of discipline before,
given its other main uses.  However, every woman is supposed to have at
least a couple of quality ones to brush her hair.  Lois, however, used hers
for quite another purpose indeed!

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

"Having a good time, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

If Mistress Lois wanted to whack my bottom with a hairbrush, then that was
her privilege as my owner, and I would endure it, just as I did the crop
and paddle.

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

My usual mode of dress while in Lois's house was to be naked, collared and
braceleted, and usually wearing a pair of flats or high heels.  I didn't
get to wear a Maid's outfit like Catherine!

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

"You're such a good girl," Lois commented.

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.

"Kiss the brush, I have a surprise for you," Lois ordered.

I kissed the brush with my lips, and then Lois indicated that I kneel on
the bedroom floor in a pose that I had learned earlier.

"You're going to be leaving K-Mart."

"Thank you, Mistress."

For months I had worked at K-Mart and not been recognized by anyone from
Great Neck.  That is, until two weeks ago!  I had turned around to hang
some panties on a rack, when I literally bumped into a woman from the same
country club that I had belonged to -- worse, Shelley was a gossip!  I knew
that she would be blabbing all over town where she had seen me working.

Not that I really cared, of course, as I was planning on disappearing just
like Catherine had.

"I've arranged another job for you.  Tell me, have you ever been inside an
Adult Shop?"

"A Porn Shop, Mistress?"

"Yes, a Porn Shop."

"I've been in a couple over the years, Mistress," I answered.

"That's just fine!  My good friend Bill and his wife both own one, and she
has to stay home because she's pregnant.  So you'll be filling in for her
for a few months."

"I don't know what to say, Mistress."

"Think of it as a new life experience.  You'll be selling sex toys,
lingerie, and tapes and DVDs.  It will be great fun!"

"Thank you, Mistress Lois," I answered.

"You're welcome, darling.  I'll tell Bill that you can start in two weeks.
After all, you have to give K-Mart proper notice!"

"Yes, Mistress."

What next would Mistress Lois ask of me?  It was one thing to be used in
private, but what if Shelley came looking for me in a Porn Shop?

Working in the Porn shop proved to be rather interesting.  K-Mart had been
badly run, and anybody could see that they were clearly in trouble.  So I
gave my notice, and off I was to work in an Adult Shop!

Bill proved to be a nice man, and during my tenure there, he never laid a
hand on me, nor did he ask about my relationship with Lois.

To him, I was just one more employee that he had to train!

In K-Mart, all I did was to work in the Ladies Department as a stock clerk.
I would restock the racks with women's bras and panties; and keep it in
order all day long.  Which wasn't easy!

At the Adult shop my job was to rent tapes and place them back in the
correct section when returned, sell books and magazines, and keep an eye on
the sex toys!

Dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, all were no strangers to me.  I had no
problem with the merchandise.

Nor were the customers any problem either.  Since I worked during the day,
there were few customers compared to the evenings.  Those that did come in
were quite nice middle class men, and a handful of women!

As in any retail business, I learned to keep an eye out for troublemakers,
and I knew where the panic button was to the alarm company.  But I had no
problems working there, and it was rather nice.

I wondered if Lois had any connections with any S&M shops, and if that was
going to be my destination once I got used to the Adult Shop.

After all, I could probably be a good saleswoman in an S&M shop -- given my
familiarity with the merchandise!

If you had asked me what a woman was prior to my slavery to Mistress Lois,
I would have said that she was in control of her own destiny.

Not today!

Now I would tell you that a woman (more so than a man) was a prisoner to
her own body, easily influenced and controlled.

Why?

Simply because she has more things that can control her, that's why.

By things, I'm referring to the fact that a woman has three orifices, a man
only two.  A man may have a cock, and are frequently accused of thinking
only with it.  In contrast, a woman also has two breasts, and of course her
sex.

I bring up this idea because if there ever was an agony of pleasure, I'm
experiencing it right now!  Since women don't have cocks, we have to wear
artificial ones that we obtain in sex shops.  Until now, I had only used a
strap-on to pleasure another woman, first my girlfriend Vera, and later
Mistress Lois.

It had simply never occurred to me that a dildo that could point OUTWARD
could also be used to point INWARD; and that a woman was uniquely
vulnerable to this form of torment.

Lois had ordered me to wear a pair of modest heels, explaining that she
didn't want me to fall during training.  I had therefore worn a pair of low
three-inch heels that I might have worn to work.

Then Lois had locked a belt around my middle, and I thought that it might
be for something else.  She next attached something at my rear, and until I
looked down, I had no idea what was to come!

Between my legs, I saw a leather strap hanging, and a rubber dildo was
attached in the center.

"Ooooooh!" I gasped in surprise.

"Something wrong, Annette?" Lois asked.

"No, Mistress."

"Surely the harness is nothing new for you," Lois pointed out, "we use one
every time we make love together."

"No, Mistress.  It's just that I've never worn one with the dildo facing
inwards, in my cunt all the time."

"Well, that's where its going," Lois told me in a matter of fact tone of
voice, "so open wide!"

I stood in silence as the strap was drawn up between my legs, and the
rubber cock (which Lois first covered with a lubed condom) was then slowly
inserted into my sex.  Finally Lois pulled the roller buckle tight, and the
invader was nestled in my pussy, and held there firmly by the leather
harness.

I let out a gasp of pure astonishment!

It was one thing to be fucked by a woman wearing a dildo harness, or even
with one in your hand or someone else's.

But this!  This was like nothing else -- having an erect cock inside me,
one that didn't thrust back and forth in lovemaking.  No, this was
something else entirely!

"Take a few steps, darling," Lois instructed.

Hesitantly, I did as instructed -- and I immediately felt the phallus
friction itself again my sex.  Try as I might, I couldn't expel that
invader within me!  The phallus was held by an implacable harness of steel
and leather!  Every movement I made placed me closer to an orgasm!

"Mistress, I..."

"It's OK Annette, you don't have to thank me," said Lois.

Thanking Lois wasn't quite what I had in mind at that moment!  Walking a
few more steps increased my heartbeats, and glancing at myself in the
playroom mirror I could see that my face was flushed and red!

"You've never worn a harness this way?" Lois asked.

"No...no, Mistress," I replied.

The tight belt around my waist forced my flesh to billow out both above and
below the leather.

"I was forced to wear one sometimes by my Mistress," Lois confided, "and
while dressed as a Maid in rubber serving a meal."

I took a few more hesitant steps, and I could feel the sweat running down
between my breasts and underarms.

"You may continue to walk and have an orgasm if you must," Lois told me,
and I watched as she picked up a riding crop and flexed it with her hands.

A woman, I now realized was easily controlled!  A few pieces of leather and
steel, reinforced by the crop, paddle, or even a hand; and she could be
made to do anything that another might desire!

I was no longer a Great Neck socialite who vacationed in the Hamptons, nor
was I a powerful corporate manager either.  I had traded in both of those
labels to be something else: a woman's slave!

"Walk," said Lois as she tapped crop lightly against my calves.

"Yes," I said, taking a few more steps!

If there was such a thing as an agony of pleasure, then this was surely it!
The phallus was firmly lodged in my sex, and every step that I made
frictioned itself against my vaginal walls.  My female body betrayed itself
as well, since the muscles were firmly clamped against the invader.

Realizing that there would be no escape, no respite from the erotic agony
that I was to undergo, I took one step, placing one foot in front of the
other, and then another.  There were no sounds in the playroom other than
my sharp intakes of breath as my body reacted to the phallic invader
within, and the click of my heels upon the wooden floor!

"Aaaaaaah!"

I walked slowly and I gradually realized that I could with intense
concentration manage to hold back an orgasm for a while.  But the thing
inside me was an unyielding Mistress!

Snick!  Lois had flicked the end of the crop against my calves once more.

I continued to walk, my breaths become ragged as one climax after another
washed through me like a tidal wave!

"How do you feel?" Lois asked.

"I'm fine, Mistress."

In truth, I was anything but!  However, I continued to obey Lois and walk
around the playroom.

"Stop," Lois ordered, "can you walk without using your hands?"

"I think so, Mistress," I answered.

For my honesty, Lois then locked my braceleted hands to the belt that
imprisoned my waist.  I was forced to walk again, this time with my hands
bound behind my back!

"Let me attach a leash to your collar, and walk you around," Lois
suggested.

I stood in silence as she did just that!  Once I was leashed, I was walked
around the playroom, my heart thundering in my chest, sweat pouring off me
as I experienced one orgasm after another!

"Aaaaaaah!" I cried.

If Lois was sympathetic to my plight, she certainly didn't show it!  I
stood there in the playroom, naked, with the cock inside my sex, having an
orgasm every few steps, which she stood there wearing nothing but a kimono
robe, instead of her normal uniform of leather or PVC.

I was her slave, and every torment that she devised and performed upon me
merely accentuated that fact.

How little it took to make me a slave!  Just some steel and leather, and
the proper use of bondage and punishments!  I was totally in thrall, and in
love, with Mistress Lois!

There was no violation of my body or my person that I would not submit to
in order to please her!

"You're a very good girl today," Lois complimented me.

"Thank...thank, you Mistress," I stuttered.

"I know just how you feel, darling.  When I wore the dildo harness it felt
as if the universe revolved around my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress."

I wondered just what my former country club friends, or even the nice
people I used to work with in K-Mart, might think of nice pretty and
pleasant Annette Harmon if they could see her now!  Naked, collared, a
phallus implanted in her sex, being led around by a leash by another woman!

Could they even conceive of such a thing?

There was nothing comparable to the feeling of being imprisoned in leather.
It's utter implacability against the flesh of a naked girl, its heady
aroma, all combined to make it intensely sexual.  No wonder women craved
wearing leather jackets and skirts!

"Stop, and spread your legs," Lois ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

I stood silently as Lois unbuckled the belt at the front, and moaned
slightly as the belt holding the phallus was tightened before it was
released.  Then Lois gradually removed the invader from my sex!

"Oh, thank you, Mistress!" I cried, tears of joy running down my cheeks.

"You're welcome, darling," Lois answered me.

Soon the phallic belt was removed from my back, and Lois held the thing in
her hands.  She made no move to free my hands, or to remove the belt from
around my waist.  I was still to remain in bondage!

"Quite an impressive little tool, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I make Catherine wear one frequently, it reminds her what slavery means."

"Yes, Mistress."

If wearing the harness once could produce an effect like this, I wondered
what it could do in prolonged use?

"Wearing it while being cropped is an intense experience -- just like when
I used you on the footstool with a dildo in your cunt," Lois pointed out.

"Yes, Mistress."

"We'll do that someday soon.  Now I'm going to release you, and I want you
to take a bath, and then to bed.  My friend Colleen is coming over
tomorrow, and I want you to be fresh and ready for her."

"Why Mistress?" I asked.

"I'm going to show off my newest slave to my closest girlfriend.  And if
you don't perform for her, then you shall be one sorry girl indeed."

That night, I slept uneasily in my bed.  Lois did not want us sharing her
bed together, fearing that she couldn't resist than temptation of making
love to me, or else spanking my bottom.

So I stayed alone in the guest room, not even chained to the bed so I could
go to the bathroom if I needed it without disturbing Lois to unchain and
take me there.  Dungeons were all well and good for novels, but in real
life, women needed to use the bathroom.  A lot!

My one order was that I was not allowed to touch either my breasts or sex,
nor was I to give myself an orgasm.  If I did, I was certain that Lois
could probably smell it on me the next day!

Besides, my cunt still ached from the dildo harness.  I never knew how long
it was actually inside me, but it felt like an eternity...one orgasm after
another running through me like a tidal wave of pleasure.

I knew that my body belonged to Mistress Lois, for that was why I was here.
There was nothing more sensual in the world than to be naked and collared
before her, and shivering with anticipation before the application of the
crop or the lash.

Now she was going to display me before another woman.  I hoped that I would
be able to maintain my pose and dignity, not just for the visitor, but for
myself as well!

I awoke to the sun's rays and the sound of Lois in the shower.  Once she
was finished, she walked into my bedroom and gently touched my naked
shoulder.

"Morning, slave." Lois greeted me.

"Good morning, Mistress."

"Time to get up and take a shower.  I want you nice and clean today, so pay
special attention to your shower.  Spray yourself with perfume in your
special places," Lois instructed.

"Yes, Mistress."

Catherine had taught me that there were special ways that I had to prepare
myself for Mistress Lois.  My armpits and legs had to be shaved extra
close, lest Lois become displeased and my pussy shaved in punishment.
Perfume had to be applied between my legs, and my nipples rouged to make
them even redder.

Slavegirls don't need clothing, at least in Lois's house.  All I was
permitted to wear was my collar, wrist and ankle bracelets, and a pair of
three-inch heels.  Lois was kind that she didn't place in anything higher
that I would have trouble walking in!

Being naked most of the time had taken some getting used to, but after a
while I found it perfectly normal as being disciplined as part of my normal
existence.

Most of Saturday proved uneventful, though I did earn a few strokes with
the crop across my bottom.  I knew that Lois was holding back from using
me, to save my skin for her guest, Colleen!

Finally, later that evening, Colleen arrived.  I had not been ordered to
dress up as a Maid like Catherine.  Instead, I knelt, naked and collared,
as Lois answered the door for her friend.

Though my eyes were staring at the carpet, I got a good look at her when
she entered the living room.  Colleen was about 35, slim, and very
attractive.  Her voice sounded like she was educated and highly
intelligent.

"Why Lois, she's lovely!" Colleen exclaimed, "where did you find her?"

"At my job."

"Really, maybe I'll get a job in a dealership," Colleen suggested.

"Two Dommes in one dealership I think hat might be too much.  Annette?"

"Yes, Mistress Lois," I quickly answered.

"Please stand up and show yourself off to Mistress Colleen."

"Yes, Mistress."

I proudly got to my feet, and displayed my naked body to Colleen, who
circled me, noting the fading marks on my flesh.

"I see that you use her often," Colleen observed.

"That's the way she wants it."

"Is she a brat?"

"No, not really.  It's just that Annette likes the fell of the lash.  Isn't
that correct, darling?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When did I last whip you?"

"Two weeks ago, Mistress."

"What else have I done since?" Lois asked.

"Mistress Lois has used the paddle, riding crop, and flogger on me in the
last two weeks," I proudly told Colleen.

"May I?" Colleen asked.

"Of course," Lois answered.

I stood in silence as Colleen pinched my nipples, and cradled my breasts in
her hands.  Then she reached to the apex of my thighs, and thrust her
fingers into my sex.

"Is she always wet?" Colleen asked.

"Usually.  I keep her either punished or sexually stimulated most of the
time."

"Does she obey orders?"

"Yes."

"May I?"

"Annette, you will obey Colleen tonight at you do me in all things," Lois
ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Annette, lick my shoes."

"Yes, Mistress."

I got back down onto the floor and began to lick at Colleen's expensive
leather shoes with my tongue.

"Quick to obey, isn't she?"  Colleen observed.

"Yes, she's been extensively trained for months now.  There's nothing that
Annette won't do, given the right encouragement."

"Well I'm certainly going to discover that in the playroom, now won't I?"
Colleen asked.

"I'm sure that you will be very satisfied," Lois commented.

"That's enough for now Annette," said Colleen.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Annette, is there a way to chain yourself in the playroom to wait for us?"
Colleen asked.

"Yes, Mistress.  Lois has a set of cuffs open just for that purpose."

"That's fine.  Annette, I want you to go chain yourself in the playroom and
we'll be there after we discuss some business."

"Yes, Mistress."

Leaving the two Dommes in the Living Room, I walked down to the playroom.
Hanging from one of the walls Lois had attached a staple from which hung a
set of handcuffs.  I seated myself on the floor, reached up, and clicked
one of the cuffs on my right wrist, followed by my left.  Pulling at the
firmly locked cuffs, I was chained to the wall and wasn't going anywhere
until I was released.

I waited to be joined by the two Dommes, and wondered what fate awaited my
naked body!

Until now, the only other person who had been present at our bondage
sessions had been Catherine, who was also a slave to Mistress Lois.  Now I
was going to be shown off to another Dominatrix, and the idea excited me!

I was naked and sitting on my bottom on the floor, with my back to the wall
and my hands cuffed above my head.  Just for fun, I tested my strength
again the handcuffs, and the steel was implacable to a naked girl such as
myself.

Girl?  Perhaps I should have said Slavegirl!  That would have been more
accurate.

How could I describe what had happened to me over the last few months?  I
had been appalled when I saw Lois on stage at that club in NYC; yet here I
was a few months later as her newest slavegirl, naked and striped.

Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable click on woman's heels approaching!  It
was time to demonstrate my submission to Mistress Colleen!

The two Dommes entered the Playroom, and they both looked wonderful.  Lois
had chosen to wear her PVC sleeveless catsuit and matching boots, and a
belt accentuated her trim waist.  Colleen was wearing a leather bodysuit,
and underneath was sheer to waist pantyhose, and matching boots as well.
Both Dommes looked as if they had stepped out of a catalog, yet I knew what
it meant now that they were wearing their fetish outfits: that my respite
was over, and my discipline was going to begin.

"Where did you find her?" Colleen asked.

"Actually, she sought me out," Lois answered.

As a slave, I would stay quiet -- that is, unless I wanted a gag in my
mouth!

"Very interesting.  Had she ever been with a woman before, or was she just
straight?"

"Bi-sexual, actually.  Until recently, she was married."

"Did her husband discover her sexual activities with you?"

"Yes, but her husband was playing around as well, so they parted with few
problems."

"Really Lois, you're so damn lucky sometimes!" Colleen exclaimed.

"I wish you could say that whenever I go to Atlantic City -- the only time
I'm ahead is when I get out of the car!"

"Well, you know what they say, unlucky at cards, lucky at love," said
Colleen.

"True," said Lois, "shall we begin?"

"Yes, lets!"

Lois clicked her heels as she walked over to me, and produced a key, with
which she proceeded to unlock my handcuffs.  I let my arms down from their
steel imprisonment.

"You may kneel, Annette."

"Yes, Mistress."

I then knelt before Mistress Lois, with my hands on my knees and my legs
open to display my sex.

"Very good," complimented Lois.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"As you can see, she's well trained."

"Do you keep her naked in collar and bracelets all the time?" Colleen
questioned.

"Yes, it makes it easier for me to control her while she's with me.  A
slave should always be naked in the presence of her Mistress."

"What about her mouth, sex, and bottom?" Colleen asked.

"She has indicated that I may use her mouth and sex, but her bottom is off
limits."

"Pity, I find a butt plug to be an effective training tool.  But that is
what we must abide by.  What about discipline?"

"No hot wax, knife play, breath control or mummification.  But she does
like to be spanked, cropped, paddled, and whipped."

"More than adequate to prove her submission, yes?"  Colleen agreed.

"Yes, more than adequate."

"Annette, please kiss my boots," Lois ordered.

"Yes, Mistress.

Lois walked over, clicking her heels on the floor, and offered me her
shining black boot.  I then began to kiss it, just as she had commanded me
to do so.

"Very nice, Annette," commented Lois.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Is she always this submissive, or do you have to discipline her first?"

"Annette has always been a willing student of my tuition."  Lois answered.

"May I?" Colleen asked.

"Of course, I'll take a seat or assist you," Lois answered.

"Up, Annette!"

I quickly got to my feet and awaited instructions.

"Up against the X Frame, Annette.  Lois, could you secure her, please?"

I walked over to the X Frame, and held my arms up for Lois to secure my
wrists, and then my ankles.  In moments I was bound to the wooden frame,
and helpless.

Colleen removed a crop from the table, and flexed it between her hands,
feeling the strength of the bamboo under the leather.

"Kiss the crop, Annette," Colleen ordered.

My lips kissed the instrument that was about to strike my naked body.

"I thank Mistress Colleen for the discipline that I am about to receive," I
offered.

"You're quite welcome, darling!  But if you think that will reduce your
punishment, you're very wrong!" Colleen replied.

The crop was then brought down on my breasts, and I almost screamed from
the force of the blow!  It was apparent that Colleen was a different kind
of Mistress than was Lois -- she didn't wait to warm up a slave to
discipline.

"Are you afraid, Annette?" Colleen asked as she held my right breast in her
hand.

"Yes...yes, Mistress," I hesitantly answered.

Another blow was landed on my breasts, nowhere near as strong as the first,
but still painful indeed.  I clenched my teeth.

"Oh I nearly forgot, Annette.  What is your safeword?"

"Sinful, Mistress," I answered.

"Do you consider what we are doing is a sin?"

"No...no, Mistress," I answered.

Another line of fire traced itself across my breasts.  Colleen was
determined to use me to my fullest!

"Have you ever called your safeword, Annette?" Colleen asked.

"No, Mistress."

"Then perhaps this night will be your first!"

My breasts again were the object of her attentions as she began to deliver
small glancing blows that marked and stung at the same time!

"I always begin my sessions using their breasts or their cunts -- it shows
a slave her proper place," Colleen observed.

I stood silently, gritting my teeth in pain as the blows rained down upon
my lovely breasts, the very symbol of womanhood!

"You're going be tested soon, Annette, and if you fail there will be a
severe penalty," Colleen told me in a matter of fact voice, as if she were
discussing going shopping, not about the discipline that a slave girl was
receiving!

More blows rained down, some hard, some soft, and all on my breasts.  Was
Colleen a sadist?

Just when I thought that I couldn't stand any more, Colleen abruptly
stopped and offered the crop again to my lips.  I kissed the crop with
enthusiasm to impress Colleen.

"Thank you, Mistress," I told Colleen.

"You're quite welcome, darling," Colleen answered.

Her hand soon found it's way to the apex of my thighs, and cupped my sex.

"Are you always a wet and eager slut?" Colleen asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly answered.

Colleen clicked her heels as she strode over to a chair, and then stretched
her booted feet out on the floor.

"Lois, you may take her down and place Annette over my lap and give me then
paddle.  I'm going to smack her bottom."

"Yes, Mistress Colleen," Lois replied.

I stood impassively as Lois released me, and then walked me to the chair
where Colleen waited. I placed myself over her lap, and then felt her hands
fondle my bottom, and reach between my legs.

"Are you a brat?" Colleen asked.

"No, Mistress," I quickly answered.

Lois then handed Colleen the familiar leather paddle, and she flexed it
between her fingers, and slapped it against her palm a few times.

"Such a lovely device," Colleen observed, "so useful in making girls very
submissive."

She presented the paddle to my lips, and I kissed it.  Soon, blows were
raining down onto my well-punished bottom!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Colleen didn't even bother to secure my wrists together!  For I was bound
by something stronger then leather or steel!  I had managed to stay silent
while Colleen had used the crop on my breasts, but I didn't know how I
might have reacted if she had used it between my legs.

She set up a regular pattern of three impacts to my bottom, moving the
paddle a bit each time so that she didn't strike the same place twice.  I
stayed on her lap, arched my back to present her with a better view of my
bottom, and received my paddling in silence.

Mistress Colleen didn't speak or taunt me.  Instead, she rained a
relentless series of blows upon my rear, and I knew that I would be
reminded for days about this evening!

"Comfortable, Annette?"  Colleen asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

With her free hand, Colleen reached under me to squeeze my breasts, already
made tender by the crop.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed.

"Just wanted to see if you were still with us, darling."

"Yes, Mistress."

Next I felt a dildo pressed between my thighs and into my sex.  Knowing
what was to come, I opened myself and Colleen had no problem in inserting
the rubber cock between my legs.

"You're right," Colleen observed to Lois, "she's very well trained."

"I'm not sure if Annette takes the dildo to avoid punishment, or for her
own pleasure."

"Annette, I'm going to continue paddling you with the dildo inside -- if it
falls out, you'll be horribly punished!"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Having been punished this way before, I was quite confident that I would be
able to keep the phallus in my sex.  My vaginal muscles were tightly
clamped around the cock, keeping it firmly within my sex.

Crack!  Another round of paddling ensued, and my world was reduced my
concentration in keeping the phallus in my sex, and the pain of the
paddling on my bottom.  I wondered how many other girls Colleen had tested
in this way.

"Perhaps we should make this more...interesting," suggested Colleen.

"Mistress?"

"Up a bit," Colleen ordered!

I winced as I watched her place clamps on my nipples!  The tiny rubber
coated steel things were adjustable, and Colleen made certain they were
firmly seated on my already erect and excited nipples.  Once they were on,
I had no doubt that only Colleen could release them.

"Down!"

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

With the nipple clamps, suddenly a new factor had been introduced into my
erotic test.  It had been enough before that I had to concentrate on
keeping my vaginal muscles clamped around the dildo.  But now that I had
another source of pain to contend with, suddenly I was unsure whether or
not I could keep the dildo in my pussy!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

The impacts of the paddle on my poor bottom seemed relentless.  Lois had
originally seemed to be a hard Domme, but that had not proven to be the
case.  Colleen, in contrast seemed to be a much tougher Mistress than Lois.

"Have you ever tried two at the same time?" Colleen asked.

"No, but I'm sure that Annette is up to the task," Lois answered.

"Has she ever been whipped?"

"A couple of times," Lois stated.

It seemed strange to have two women calmly talk about the use (and abuse)
of my body.  But then again, I was a slave!

"Ahhhh!" I cried.

While my mind had been lost in thought, Colleen had taken advantage of me
and pulled on the chain attached to my nipple clamps.

"You must concentrate, Annette," Colleen said to me.

"Yes...yes, Mistress," I answered.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

The paddling of my bottom continued, with only a short break.  I was
sweating from all of the punishments that I was receiving, and from the
effort to keep the dildo in my wet sex.  Colleen had cropped my breasts,
and now had clamped my nipples.  What else would happen to me now?

"There is one final test of your erotic control," Colleen said, bringing me
to sudden attention.

I could feel her hand reach between my legs, grab onto the dildo, which
began to buzz!

"You see, Annette, it's not merely a dildo, but a vibrator instead.  Do you
think that you can keep it in your pussy now?"

"I'm trying, Mistress!" was my pained reply.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Could any female slave possibly maintain the necessary control to keep a
vibrator in her pussy when so much else was happening to her?  It was true
that I had been well trained as a slave, but this test was beginning to
seem unfair, for Colleen was using me far beyond what Lois had already
subjected me to!

The only thing that had not been done to me was to place a gag in my mouth,
and I wondered if that was next!

Colleen then locked my hands behind my back, as if to show her dominance
over me in one more way!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

How many more blows would I have to endure to pass her test?  Ten, or a
hundred?  What was my true limit -- or Colleen's?

"Very good, slave.  Now don't come, and you'll be all right!"

Try as I might, I knew that I was going to fail.  The final straw had been
when she turned on the vibrator -- had it just been an inactive dildo, I
might have succeeded in keeping it inside me.  However, I was no so
stimulated I was unable to keep the phallus inside.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

When Colleen gave yet another pull to the chain attached to my nipple
clamps that was the final indignity that pushed me over the edge!  I soon
began moaning and bucking on Colleen's lap as the orgasms overtook me, one
after another.

"Aaaaaaah!  Aaaaaah!"  Aaaaaaah!" I cried as the sexual climaxes rolled
through me like a tidal wave!

Soon I felt my vaginal muscles relax, and I could feel as the vibrator
slipped out of me, between Colleen's hose clad legs, no doubt to drop on
the floor!

"Bad slave! You came without permission and let the vibrator slip out!"

"Yes, Mistress!" I cried in response.

"On your knees on the floor," Colleen ordered.

I quickly complied, and there was the vibrator, by Colleen's booted foot.
She picked it up, and held it in her hands.

"For failing the test, you are going to be whipped, do you understand?"
Colleen told me.

"Yes, Mistress," I cried.

Colleen then reached out with her hand and abruptly removed the nipple
clamp from my right breast, and I gasped in pain!  Suddenly the other one
was removed, and I almost fainted from the surging pains that flooded
through me!

"You see, Lois you just have to train your slaves much more intensely.
Remember when I gave the same test to my slave Betty?"

"Yes," Lois answered.

"By giving her harsh punishments she was able to control herself," Colleen
told Lois.

I wondered just what sort of harsh punishments that Betty had to endure
from Colleen, was she whipped every day for disobedience?

"Lois, I'd like you to give Annette a wash in the bathroom to prepare her
for her next ordeal -- I want her rested before the whip!"

"Yes, Mistress," Lois replied to her friend's order.

"Come, Annette," Lois said to me.

I followed in silence behind my Mistress Lois, knowing that I had disgraced
her in front of her friend -- however it was going to be my flesh that was
going to bear the punishment of the whip!

 

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.

 

Back to the present...

I realized now why Lois had shown me off to her friend, Colleen.  She had
wanted to see if I would acknowledge my slavery to her in front of another
Domme, and if I would allow myself to be used by her.  Colleen had proven
to be a tough and demanding Domme, and I had to summon all of my resolve in
order to perform properly for her and not to embarrass Mistress Lois.

Colleen had been a test for today's true event -- my coming out party, if
that was what you would call this afternoon meeting of Dommes at Lois's
house.

Earlier, Lois had placed me downstairs in a cage that she had just recently
purchased.  Just for effect she had placed handcuffs and leg shackles on
me, not that being naked I could escape from the cage.  They were placed on
me to remind me that I was just a slave.

I had seated myself in the cage and waited, wondering just what was
happening upstairs.  While I could have pleasured myself since my hands
were cuffed in front, I knew that to do so without permission would be a
bad idea and lead to a punishment.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I heard Lois's heels click their way
down the steps.

"Still here?" asked Lois.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, pulling my handcuffs to show her that I was
still a prisoner.

"Do you like the cage?"

"Yes Mistress, it's very confining."

"That's the idea," Lois answered as she unlocked the cage door, "come out,
Annette."

I crawled out of the cage and onto the floor, and Lois closed the door
behind me.

"Stand up, darling," Lois instructed.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm going to take your steel cuffs off and I want you in your regular
collar, bracelets, and heels."

"Yes, Mistress."  I dutifully answered.

Once Lois had unlocked the gleaming stainless steel from my wrists and
ankles, I saw that she had already laid out my usual bondage accouterments
on the table she reserved for her tools.  I wasted no time in locking them
on myself, making certain that they were fast upon me.

"I'm ready, Mistress," I told her.

"Excellent, let's go upstairs," Lois commanded.

Not bound in any way, I followed naked behind her up the stairs, and into
the kitchen.  I saw there were things on the kitchen table that had not
been before I had been locked in the cage, was there something in progress?

"Hands behind your back, Annette," Lois ordered.

I complied, and soon my hands were locked behind my back, and Lois then
attached a leash to my collar.  Lastly, she put a blindfold on, cutting off
my vision, and then she led me towards the living room...

"Well ladies, this is what you've been waiting for," said Mistress Lois.

My Domme's expert fingers undid the roller buckle at the back of my leather
blindfold, and I blinked in response when the light hit my eyes.  Focusing,
I could see a woman dressed as a Maid (in a black rubber outfit) standing
holding a teapot; and my Mistress's three guests, seated in the living
room.  They were all wearing brightly colored designer dresses.

I was wearing nothing except for a collar around my neck, a ball-gag in my
mouth, leather bracelets on my wrists and ankles, and high-heeled shoes
that were locked upon my feet.  Did I also mention that my wrists were
locked behind my back, and that Mistress Lois was holding a leash that was
attached to my collar?

I was sure that I must have blushed with embarrassment, as four pairs of
female eyes roved at will over my naked figure.  Mistress Lois had warned
me in advance how I should behave in the presence of her guests.  So I
stood proudly, throwing my chest out, so the women could see my roughed
nipples.  I kept my legs open, so my cunt was on display.  I hid nothing,
not shinking from their gaze.

"She's simply lovely, Lois," commented one woman.

"Who is she?" asked another.

"This is Annette," Lois began, "she was born to one of Long Island's most
prominent families on the Gold Coast.  Big house, vacation home in the
Hamptons, educated at prep and private schools, and a brilliant marriage to
a rich guy.  Now she's my little sex slave, and I'm training her intensely.
Annette, show the girls your bottom, please."

I turned around and bent over, showing off my scarred bottom with stripes
from the riding crop.

"Annette used to have a nice high paying job in Manhattan, but now she
works at Victoria's Secret in the Roosevelt Field Mall.  So if any of you
ladies decide to go shopping for undies, be sure and go there.  If Annette
isn't the most hopeful girl in the store, please tell the manager who then
will call me -- and I'll correct the situation with the riding crop."

"Has her husband asked you to train her?" asked one of the women.

"No, her husband threw her out of the house when he discovered that his
little bored wife was enjoying sex games with me when he was away.  While
she has quite a sizeable bankroll, more than I'll ever see in a lifetime,
instead I've sent Annette off to work.  First in an Adult bookstore, then
in K-Mart, and finally Victoria's Secret.  I don't want her money -- the
price of her slavery is her body and pleasing me."

"Really, Lois, you're just so lucky!" said one of the others.

"Thank you, turn around, Annette," Lois ordered.

I complied, and was glad when the gag was removed from my lips.

"Thank you Mistress," I quickly said, catching my breath.

Lois led me over to the couch, where she sat down and pulled me over her
knees. I arranged my bottom for the spanking that I knew was coming.

On the coffee table, in addition to the usual tea service was a collection
of dildoes, crops, paddles, and floggers.  Not the standard items in a tea
party -- unless you're a sex slave, of course.

"Kiss my hand, Annette," ordered Lois.

I complied, and within seconds, felt her hand smacking my unprotected
bottom.  Lois's other hand kept a grip on my chained wrists, keeping me
helpless on her lap.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

I knew that it was going to be a long afternoon, and all of my Domme's
guests were going to have a go at my body.  I resolved not to embarrass
myself in front of them, but I knew that sooner or later my sex would
betray me, and I would be moaning in orgasm.

This was the final goal that Mistress Lois had been training me, to show me
off to her other Domme girlfriends, much as a normal woman would show a
pair of shoes or a pretty new dress.  Except that I had chosen a life of
slavery that I really didn't understand when I first saw Lois and Catherine
up on that NY stage.

At the time I didn't remember who Catherine was, and even when we met at
her house I had a hard time remembering her.  She had allowed Lois to take
her to a club in NYC and use her in public!  I was on display at her house,
another of her willing slaves who had taken a perverse pride in her
ownership of me.

"Has she been whipped?" asked one of the women.

"Of course, many times.  I've even lent her to Colleen," Lois stated.

"Really, I'll bet that she didn't enjoy the experience," the woman
answered.

"Annette learned a lot about herself that night," Lois answered.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

The rain of blows on my bottom continued, and it knew that it was just a
warm-up for things to come!  I suppose that there is nothing more
embarrassing than being punished in front of a group of females, with
myself as the center of attention.  Still, I lay on Lois's lap, and
silently endured her spanking.

"Lois, may I have a go at her?" asked one of the other women.

"I want you kneeling on the floor," Lois ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I quickly obeyed her orders, and was soon kneeling with my
legs open and my hands on my knees.

"Since I suggested that you bring your Domme gear, I think that we should
all suit up and take Annette and Patricia here down into my playroom for
some real fun," Lois suggested as she sipped some tea.

"Wonderful idea, Lois!"

Now the other slavegirl had a name -- Patricia!  I wondered who she was,
and how she had become a slave!

"Good, I'll go and chain these two in the playroom as we get dressed, just
so they can get acquainted," said Lois.

"Mmmmmph!" I grunted, which was about the only sound that I could make.

"Uuuurgh!" Patricia grunted in return.

Patricia and I were both locked to the wall by our wrist and ankle cuffs,
and then Lois had gagged both of us so that we couldn't speak!  I had taken
the penis gag in my mouth, and for my companion it had been an O ring gag.
What this resulted in was that we could trade sounds and facial
expressions, but that was about it.

At least I had had the chance to talk to Catherine, where I remembered that
she had been a socialite like myself.  However, there was no way that I
could exchange confidences with my bondage companion with gags in our
mouths.

So we both stood there in enforced silence, our eyes stealing glances at
each other, and surveying the contents of the Playroom.

While it was true that Lois didn't want my money, she had asked me to help
pay for some of the devices that it now contained.  This began one Saturday
when we went into Manhattan together, and I had paid for a few things, like
a Latex Maid's outfit that I usually wore for Lois.

Then one day, Lois had suggested buying a metal cage, along with custom
made stocks, and I had footed the bill.  The income from my trust fund
usually remained unspent.  I lived on my earnings at Victoria's Secret.
But now that I was freed from the upper class lifestyle of just buying
clothes for the sake of buying, and no more parties of expensive trips -- I
had discovered that I could live far more modestly!

So I stared at the stocks, in which I had spent many hours, knowing that I
had paid for the instruments that were now keeping me in bondage!

"Have you two gotten acquainted yet?" asked Lois when she and her three
Domme friends entered the playroom.

"Mmmmmph!"

"Uuuurgh!"

"That's good.  Just so you know your tormentors, Annette, let me introduce
them.  This is Connie," introduced Annette.  Connie was wearing a
sleeveless PVC catsuit that made her look simply stunning, along with
matching boots, and a belt around her waist completed her outfit.

"This is Angela," Angela stepped forward, and she was wearing a PVC
bodysuit, sheer to waist pantyhose, hose, and heels.

"This is Katrina."  Katrina was wearing a red rubber dress that fit her
body like a glove and displayed all of her feminine curves.

Lois had changed into a new black rubber outfit, and one of the others must
have helped to lace her into a corset that compressed her waist in.  She
looked even more stunning than before.

"How should we decide who to use?" Angela asked.

"Why not alphabetically?  Angela first, then Connie, then Katrina, with the
next Domme acting as assistant.  Since Patricia belongs to Angela, once
Angela's done with Annette, she can assist me with Patricia, then she can
use Patricia herself, next Connie, and so on.  This way we all get to use
both slavegirls this afternoon!"

"Excellent idea, Lois," Connie commented.

"Much better than a game," said Katrina, "which might take too long."

"True," Angela agreed.

I glanced over at my playroom companion in both slavery and punishment.
Both of us were going to used by four Dommes each!  Lois had more than a
full complement of toys that could be used to give a slavegirl a difficult
time, so I knew that by evening, both of us would be well striped!

It had been bad enough before when I had been used by Colleen.  She had
used me more than Lois had, and I was thoroughly tested to my limits by the
time that she was done.  I held back from using my safeword, and by the
time that she was finished with me, I was amazed at my capacity for
absorbing punishment.  It isn't every day when a girl is bound naked and
whipped almost until she screams, and I had felt that way that day.

But now I was going to be used by not one, but three Dominatrixes!  When I
had submitted myself to Lois, I could hardly conceive of the idea that she
would ever loan me out to another Domme -- let alone three!

So here I was, naked, bound to the wall with another woman, both of us
expecting to be used by a group of fetish clad women, all desiring to
stripe our skins!

I had only wished that we both had not been gagged -- I would have liked to
exchange confidences with her.  How and why had she become a slave?  What
sexual satisfaction did she get out of it?  Did she enjoy being bound and
whipped?

Instead we had both been locked to wall, gags in our mouths, silenced!  I
was naked, and she was still wearing her Black Latex Maid's outfit; and
what both of us shared in common was that we were slaves.

"Excellent idea, Lois," said Angela, "I ask permission to use your slave,
Annette."

"Granted," Lois answered, "and I also state that I give permission to
Connie and Katrina as well."

"Thank you, Lois," said both of the other Dommes together, sounding like
one.

"And I give permission for Lois, Connie, and Katrina to use my slave
Patricia as well," said Angela.

Again, all of other three Dommes thanked her.  How strange to ask
permission to use another slave for punishment!

"May I look over your collection?" Angela asked.

"Yes, of course, take your time," Lois answered, "Ladies, why don't you
familiarize yourself with my toy collection so you'll know what to use."

"Yes," Connie and Katrina replied.

I watched in rapt attention as Lois's three guests looked over her toy
rack, trying out her crops, floggers, paddles, and whips.  Glancing over at
Patricia, I saw that she was looking at exactly the same thing!  There was
no stranger sight than seeing three Dommes test out toys as if they were
trying on clothes!

"May I unchain her?" Angela asked.

"Go right ahead, she's yours," Lois replied.

Lois handed Angela a keychain, and she soon unlocked me from the wall,
ankles first, wrists second.

"Turn around," Angela ordered.

I soon felt the roller buckle released, and the penis gag removed from my
mouth!  I inhaled deeply.

"Thank you, Mistress," I told Angela.

"You're welcome, Annette," Angela replied, "are you a good slavegirl?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"I want you to go over to the rack of toys and select the meanest riding
crop in Lois's collection -- because that's what I'm going to use on you,
sweetie!"

"Yes, Mistress."

I quickly complied, and I found it.  It was a very thin crop of bamboo
wrapped in leather that was designed to mark the skin.  Lois used it to
leave red marks all over my naked body, and I feared it's use.  I knelt
before Angela.

"Mistress Angela, this humble slave requests the use of this terrible crop
on my naked body, to do with as you see fit."

Angela picked up the crop, bent it in her hands, and swished it though the
air.

"This is a very terrible instrument, Annette.  Do you really want me to use
on you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"You're a very brave girl."

"Thank you Mistress."

Everything that I had done and experienced in the last year had led
inexorably up to this moment.  For I was a woman that had let herself be
freed of normal societal conventions of sexual behavior, decency, and
respectability in order that I be free to allow myself to be naked and
whipped for the pleasure of others.  I had fully acquiesced in my slavery!

"Lois, please do me the honors of hanging Annette from the ceiling chain,
her arms and legs in separator bars so that she will be fully exposed,"
Angela asked.

"Yes, of course Angela," Lois agreed.

So I was again stretched in the shape of an X, with my feet just touching
the floor and my wrists and ankles locked to bars that made me exposed and
totally vulnerable!

"What is your safeword?" Angela requested.

"Sinful, Mistress," I replied.

"Kiss the crop."

Again my lips caressed the instrument of my punishment!  Connie and Katrina
were seated on leather footstools, and Patricia was chained to the wall,
silenced by her gag.  I was the center of attention, as it my flesh that
was going to be used first!

I shuddered when I felt Angela's hands begin to fondle my exposed and
stretched naked flesh.  She weighed my breasts in her hands before pinching
my nipples, ran her fingers down my taut belly, and then played with the
entrance to my sex.

"Does Lois use you sexually?" Angela asked.

"Yes, Mistress, frequently.  With dildos and vibrators, all the time," I
answered.

"Do you love Lois?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much."

"What do you love more, her whip or her dildos?"

"Both, Mistress."

"You're very submissive for a woman of such a background."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you really like to be stripped naked, placing in chains, and whipped,
then taken sexually by another woman?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much so, else I would not be here."

"No, I suppose not -- ready yourself!"

"Yes, Mistress."

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

With her first three strokes, Angela had shown me that she was completely
experienced with a crop of this type!  These were not crude blows delivered
clumsily, but instead precise and accurately thought out strokes that were
designed to mark, not injure or harm!

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

The next three landed on my taut skin on my back, but I knew that the skin
had not broken or bled!

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

"Aaaaaah!" I cried as the next three landed on my breasts.

Being hung in the shape of an X makes a girl completely vulnerable to
whatever her Mistress desires.  My entire naked body was available to her
crop.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

Under the lights and the punishment, I could feel myself starting to sweat,
and droplets formed on my nakedness.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

Just as before, when Colleen had whipped me, I stayed silent, not even
thinking about my safeword.  Instead I hung in chains, receiving each
stroke, realizing that this was the path that I had chosen!

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

There is nothing more intimate that being disciplined by another woman.  I
looked down, and saw my striped breasts.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

"Aaaaaah!" I cried when the crop struck at my poor exposed pussy.

"Having a good time, Annette?" Angela asked.

"Yes...yes, Mistress," I answered when the waves of agony had passed after
the crop had struck my sex.

"Have you been whipped there many times?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

The next three also landed on my pussy, and I pulled uselessly at my
chains, trying to escape the crop.  But it was futile, for what can a naked
girl do against the chains that bind her?

"You're a very brave girl," Angela observed.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you!" I cried.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

Does suffering ennoble a person?  I wondered about that every time that I
was punished!

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

Angela circled me, making sure that the crop didn't strike the same place
twice, yet inflicting further hurt upon me!

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

"If I gave you the opportunity, would you leave now?" Angela asked.

"No, Mistress," I answered, "I prefer the lash."

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

It was now the inside of my thighs that attracted Angela's tender
attentions.  I held back tears as the most sensitive parts of my body were
striped.

Snick!  Snick!  Snick!

"Kiss the crop," Angela ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, my lips touching the crop as instructed.

"You have done well, Annette.  You can visit my playroom any time that Lois
permits."

"Thank you Mistress."

Angela took a bow, and the three Domme audience started clapping their
hands at my performance.

"You've trained her very well." Katrina observed.

"Thank you," Lois answered, "Annette has been a willing pupil."

"Your turn Connie," said Angela.

Connie stood up from her chair and walked over to the wall, looking over
the selection, but I knew that she had already chosen what she had in mind
for me.  This was all for show!

"Would you like me to assist with Patricia?" Lois asked Angela.

"No, actually I'd like to watch what Connie does with Annette.  We can
either spare Patricia for later, or another day entirely."

"In that case, I'll continue to assist," said Lois.

Crack!

We were all startled by the sharp report of Connie striking her palm with
the wooden paddle, and I now knew what was going to happen to me next!

"Have you been paddled?" Connie asked me, standing directly in front of me,
hold the paddle in her hands.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"I can redden your bottom so much hat you won't be able to sit down for a
week," Connie threatened.

"Yes, Mistress," I swallowed my fear.

Connie walked around to my back, without even the formality of asking me
kiss the paddle, or even count each stroke!  I knew that my rear was going
to be in for a real pasting!

"Ready yourself, slave."

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

The sound of the paddle striking my bottom echoed through the playroom,
accompanied by my moans of pain and pleasure.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

I pulled at the bonds holding me, to reassure me that there was indeed no
escape from my predicament.  This was what I had chosen and desired, and I
wanted no change in my position.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Each impact of the paddle on my bottom sounded like a gunshot in the
silence in the playroom.  All in attendance were silent as Connie paddled
me into submission.

"Oooooooh!" I moaned, not caring if I embarrassed myself.

Connie had begun to rub my sore bottom, gently touching the reddened flesh
with her fingertips, which only further served to excite me all over again.

"Do you like the paddle?" Connie asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Are you regularly paddled?"

"Yes, Mistress.  Lois uses the paddle on my bottom constantly."

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

I could feel the sweat pouring off me, and I was not yet through with
Connie.  I wondered what Katrina had in store for me!

"Shall we make this more interesting?"  Connie asked.

From her catsuit she removed a pair of nipple clamps, and it didn't take
much effort at all to place them on my already engorged nipples.  Had I
been dressed, anyone could have seen my buds under my clothing.  Naked,
they stood out and erect.

"Aaaaaaah!" I cried when the devices were placed on my nipples.

"You're so beautiful," complimented Connie, "if you should ever decide to
leave Lois, there will always be a place for you in my dungeon."

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.

I suppose that there is no higher compliment that a slave can receive than
an offer by another Domme to be taken as her slave.

At that moment, all I was concerned about was that my pained and stretched
nudity was the object of three, no four, Dommes who each wanted to see how
I performed under the lash.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

My paddling had resumed!  Once, one of my former co-workers had been an
English girl from London, and one day she confided to me that one thing she
had enjoyed with her boyfriend was to spanked and paddled as if she was
back in school.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

By now my bottom must have been a deep shade of red, the flesh warm to the
touch.  Bound as I was, touching would have to wait.

"Don't come without permission!" Connie ordered.

Suddenly I felt a vibrator probing at the entrance to my sex!  At that
moment, I wished for a gag, any gag that I could use to distract myself
from the invasion of my already wet and excited sex by a rubber phallus!

"Can she hold back an orgasm?" Connie asked Lois.

"Yes, I've given her intensive training in erotic control."

It seemed strange to have two fetish clad women discussing me like I was
just property, but I was exactly that!  There are no secrets between women
when one wears leather, and the other wears nothing!

The vibrator was pushed deeper into my sheath, the same sex that my husband
had ignored during my unhappy marriage.  Had he taken an interest in me
sexually, perhaps I might not have located Mistress Lois and become her
slave!

"Ooooooh!" I moaned.

I maintained my breathing at a steady pace, breathing in and out, filling
my lungs with air, trying to concentrate on anything except the phallus
that was sliding in and out of my most private parts.  Why did a woman have
to be so vulnerable to being excited?  Why did she have breasts, and a cunt
that made he an object of desire for both men and women?

"Ooooooh!"

For the moment, the paddling had stopped, but Connie was torturing me with
something even worse -- a vibrator!

"You're doing very well, Annette."

"Thank...thank you, Mistress," I answered as I had great difficulty putting
out the words, lest I lose control and suddenly come!

It seemed like an eternity, hanging helplessly with the phallus sliding
inside of me!  At that moment, I was truly the center of the universe!

Connie thrust the vibrator into me again and again, and I wondered just how
long I could hold out!  This was a far deadlier punishment than the whip!

"Aaaaaah!" I cried, almost on the verge of orgasm, for I was losing the
battle.

"Lick the vibrator of your secretions," Connie ordered, "you've maintained
control and passed my test."

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied weakly as I took the vibrator in my mouth
and cleaned it of my juices.

"Very good, Annette," complimented Lois.

"Thank you, Mistress Lois."  This time I had not embarrassed myself in
front of my Domme as I had done with Mistress Colleen.

"Your turn," Connie said to her friend, Katrina.

Katrina stood up from the chair and smoothed down her red latex dress that
hugged every curve of her body.  I wondered what the Domme looked like in
the nude!

She walked over to my stretched nudity, and ran her hands down my skin,
from my breasts (she left the nipple clamps on) to between my thighs.

"She's all hot and sweaty, Lois.  Can you take her into the bathroom and
clean her up?  If she can't be fresh, at least she can get a small rest and
be ready for another session."

"Of course," Lois answered, "whatever you desire."

I was to be taken down, unchained, bathed, rested and then hung back up
again to be further used by another Domme.  Was there no respite in
slavery?

As I was being led to the bathroom, I glanced at Patricia, still locked to
the wall.  Was she jealous of all the attention that I was receiving, or
glad that she had not yet come under the lash?

 

I sat naked on the toilet as Mistress Lois filled the small sink with warm
soapy water, and soaked a wash cloth in the sink.

"You're doing very well, Annette," Lois said to me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.

I could not believe that the reason that I had been taken down was that so
I could be cleaned up and refreshed so that I could receive even more
punishment.

"Hold still, darling."

I welcomed the wash cloth with it's soothing warmth as Lois gently cleaned
my body of the sweat that had accumulated as I had been cropped and
paddled.

"How do you feel?" Lois asked.

"All right, Mistress," I replied.

Lois tenderly washed my body, and motioned for me to stand up.  She washed
the insides of my thighs and between my legs, and carefully cleaned my sex.

"You're very brave Annette to accept such punishment," Lois stated.

"I've been well trained, Mistress."

"Why don't you run upstairs, grab your clothes, and never see me again?"

"Because I'm a slave, Mistress.  Your slave.  I crave the bracelets and
collar, and especially the feel of the lash upon my skin," I answered.

"And if I told you to leave and never come back?"

"Then I'd find another Mistress to put me in chains.  I'm sure that your
three guests would love to have me as their slave."

"Yes they would," Lois agreed.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

By then, Lois had cleaned me off, and was now toweling me dry.  Looking at
myself in the mirror, I was amazed at the lines that the crop had left, and
I could feel the soreness of my bottom.  I was one well punished slave, and
I was going to get a second helping this evening.

"You could always call your safeword," Lois suggested.

"No, Mistress.  I didn't call it with Colleen, and I see no reason to call
it tonight either."

"Katrina is sure to use the whip on you."

"I've been whipped before Mistress," I answered.

"There would be no shame in stopping."

"Yes there would!  I would be embarrassing you in front of your friends,
Mistress," I pointed out to her.

"You're a painslut," Lois told me, "a slave who craves being punished."

"Perhaps, Mistress.  But as you said to your friends, it was I who sought
you out to become a slave."

"Yes," she answered, "yes you did."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"We had better get outside -- Katrina will be waiting."

"Yes, Mistress."

Why had Lois express such concern for me?  Did she mean to spare me a
whipping?  Or else had she fallen in love with me?  How else to explain her
consideration for my hide?

As before, my hands were locked behind my back, and a leash led me pulled
by Lois.  I followed obediently behind her in silence.

"Thank you, Lois," said Katrina as we walked back to the ceiling chain, and
the spreader bar that awaited me.

"You're welcome, Katrina."

Katrina was beautiful, good-looking woman in her 30s.  I wondered what and
who she was in her normal life: secretary, manager, mother, or housewife?

"Are you ready, Annette?" Katrina asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Lois, please chain her up a before."

It took just a few minutes to make me helpless again, hanging from the
ceiling, my arms and legs kept open and vulnerable by the spreader bars.

"Annette, do you accept my discipline?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Katrina clicked her heels as she walked over to the rack on instruments,
and picked out a whip, just as Lois had told me!

She offered it to my lips, and I kissed it without having to be told.

"You're very submissive, aren't you," Katrina commented.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Why had I agreed to submit myself to such torment?  What demons drove me to
become a slave?  Why couldn't I be satisfied with having a man beside me in
bed, like most women?  Why did I have to desire being bound and whipped by
a latex clad female, eager to stripe my naked body?

The first stroke of the whip was like a snake coiling itself around my
body, and the tip struck my breast, making me jump within my chains.  I
pulled uselessly against them, unable to escape, yet glad for their
strength to keep me in bondage.

Katrina then began to circle my chain nudity, delivering one calculated
stroke after another that would wind itself around my body, and the tip
would strike, making me moan or cry, depending on it's severity and place
of impact.

My little rest period had actually been a good idea, on second thought.
Just a few minutes release and a little bath had refreshed me, and I knew
that I was now able to stand up to the rigors of another session -- even
one involving the whip!

Again I was the center of attention, as all in the playroom had their eyes
glued o me, and my ordeal.

"Aaaaaah!" I cried when the tip found it's way between my legs to my pussy.

"Hurt you, darling?" Katrina asked.

"No, Mistress, I'm all right," I answered.

What a strange thing to say -- "I'm all right" -- while hanging naked and
being whipped!

But in a strange way, I did feel fine!  Just as I had found an inner
strength while being used by Colleen, I again had found it within myself.
What strange power did I possess to be able to endure such punishment?

Crack!  The whip struck me again, and the tip landed between my breasts,
making me cry.

A woman is not supposed to allow herself to be stripped naked in this
society, chained, and whipped.  But that was what I preferred to do -- what
did that make me?  A slave.  Lois's slave, to be precise.

Crack!

"Are you paying attention, young lady?" Katrina asked.

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Then why are you daydreaming while being whipped?"

"I'm not daydreaming, Mistress.  I think that I have discovered subspace,
which Mistress Lois told me about."

"So you think that you are in subspace, that elusive place where slaves can
go when they are being punished?"

"Yes, Mistress, I think so."

"That you have truly attained slavery then, under the lash?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Lois, has she displayed signs that she is in subspace, or is she just
daydreaming when you punish her?"

"I'm not sure, Katrina.  Annette certainly has the ability to soak up
plenty of punishment, but it's a hard call whether she is in subspace, or
can just dream and hang there and absorb discipline," described Lois.

"Pity we can't actually tell what's going on in a slave's mind," Angela
added, "it would certainly make D/s far easier."

"That is for the realm of Science Fiction," Connie answered, "and I've it
all my life, and unfortunately there is no Science either for that or
faster-than-light stardrives."

"Yes, Connie," Angela answered, "I well remember how I had to wait for you
to watch Star Trek before we could go out together."

Crack!

It was the sound of another whipstroke that brought us all back to reality,
and me in particular.  All of use had become so engrossed in the Domme's
discussion that we had all forgotten that the object at hand was my
whipping.  All except Katina, of course!

"There now, that's better," said Katrina to everyone, "this isn't a Tea
Party.  I'm whipping Annette."

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

If punishment brings dignity, then I must have plenty of dignity from being
in bondage and enduring the whip!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Aaaaaaah!" I moaned both in pain and pleasure.

"What do you desire more, Annette? A whip or a phallus in your cunt?"

"Both, Mistress," I answered.

Crack!

I didn't know, nor care, how many strokes that I had received, or was going
to receive.  Either way, I was determined not to call my safeword!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

The tip had found it's way to my inner thighs and sex, yet I stayed silent,
absorbing the blows.  I entered subspace and concentrated on enjoying the
pain of the whip!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Is there anything you want, Annette?" Katrina asked.

"A gag, Mistress," I answered, "a phallus in particular."

"Lois, could you oblige her?" Katrina asked.

The action paused as Lois retrieved a gag from the toy rack, and offered it
to me.  I opened my mouth, and she secured the roller buckle at the name of
my neck, and made sure that it was seated properly and straight, so that I
could wear it comfortably.

Having the familiar object in my mouth again was a relief!  Now I couldn't
cry out!  Instead my cries and moans would be muffled, and I could suck on
the rubber phallus in my mouth!  The phallus gag was even better than a
ball-gag, in order to insure my silence and to keep my dignity!

Lois then pressed two half-dollars into my right hand, and closed my
fingers around them.

"If you are unable to continue then you must release the coins, Annette.
Do you understand?"

I nodded yes.

"This is your Mistress speaking to you, I don't want you to undergo any
more punishment than you can properly stand."

"Mmmmmh!" I replied.

"Thank you, Lois," said Katrina.

The second part of my whipping began with a series of slow, delicate
strokes that barely stung, and Katrina circled around me like a wary cat --
the metaphor was apt, given her name and the fact that she was a Domme.

I sucked on the penis gag, glad hat they had acceded to my request.  My
tongue felt the tip (which had a small breathing hole) and ran forwards,
over the latex that had been shaped to resemble a phallus.

Once gagged, all I could do was to moan, and pull uselessly at my chains.
There was a mirror in the playroom, and I could see myself.  I was naked
and stretched taut, and I could see the ribs outlined beneath my flesh.

"Mmmmph!" I cried when a vicious stroke landed on my right underarm, the
flesh being particularly sensitive there.

Katrina continued my agony, using small strokes to slowly torment me.  I
warily watched as she whipped me, sucking on the gag, and trying to elevate
myself back into subspace.

Could I wear this Domme out?  It was a mark of endurance that a slave could
endure longer than a Domme's capacity to punish, so I wondered if I could
outlast Katrina.  However, I had already been used by both Angela and
Connie before her, so I was already well used even before the first stroke
of the whip.

"She's very well trained," Connie told Lois.

"Thank you very much."

It seemed so strange to hear two women discussing how much punishment that
I could take, as if I was a piece of athletic equipment, instead of a
woman!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

It was the sound of the whip striking my flesh that brought me back to
reality.  There is nothing more deadly than a whip striking a naked girl's
flesh, and currently that was me!

"Mmmmmmph! I cried.

Just when I thought that I was ready to surrender, Katrina stopped and
began to pinch my nipples and fondle my breasts.

"You're a very lovely woman," Katrina complemented me, "I'm surprised that
you want to be a slave -- surely you wouldn't rather have a man at your
call buying you things?"

"Mmmmmph!"

"But instead you're here, and at my mercy.  Your lovely breasts, belly,
back, thighs, and sex are all available to me -- and to my whip, Annette."

"Mmmmph!"

Katrina's questing hands had finally found their way between my thighs, and
opened by the spreader bar, my wet sex was totally available to her!

"Mmmmmph!" I moaned as her fingers pistoned themselves inside me!
"Mmmmmph!"

"You're such a good girl," Katrina observed, "now don't come!"

I held myself back, my erotic control slowly eroding under each attack.
How long do you think that a girl can hold out?

"Mmmmmmph!' I cried, glad for the dignity that the gag imparted to me.

After what seemed an endless torment, Katrina abruptly removed her fingers
from my cunt, and licked them on her lips.

"You taste pretty good, Annette.  One day I'd like to get you in bed."

After cleaning off her fingers, Katrina again resumed the stance to begin
whipping me again.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  Crack!!

Four strokes after another impacted up on my naked, defenseless body, and I
pulled at my chains with effect, and bit down on the phallus.

"Congratulations, Annette.  You've worn me out.  Lois, you can take her
down and give her a rest."

I was still clutching the coins when Lois and Angela released me from my
bondage, and removed my gag.

"Thank you, Mistress Katrina."

"You're welcome, darling."

It was two weeks after all three Domme friends of Lois had used me.  Lois
had barely touched me afterwards, in order that my punished skin be given a
chance to heal.

As the color of my skin turned back from red to pink, and the marks from
the crop and whip gradually faded, I knew that there would come a day when
I would have to be disciplined.

That happened when I forgot to send out the mail that Lois had requested,
making her late on a bank payment.  I soon found myself naked, over her
knee getting a good paddling for my mistake.

And I would have it no other way!

The End