Brent Miller bent in his bra and panties before the hot bitch who held a thin bamboo cane in her hand. She tapped it smartly against the supple black leather of her boot as he licked the tips of her footwear, feeling her toes flexing beneath the waxed, shiny surface that he was licking. His cock was hard against his red silk panties, and he longed to feel it. 'Does my little worm like to lick his mistress' boots? Lick them harder you little shit, lick them harder, or the whipping that I am about to give you will leave you so sore that you will not be able to sit down for a week."
He licked furiously then, moaning with hot desire in the back of his throat, smelling the leather and the polish, kissing her booted toes. She raised her boots, one by one, so that he could lick on their heels. She felt her cunt getting hot from watching the servitude that she was exacting from her slave.
He was hot from the feel of the panties against his hard dick, and it was dripping now, he juices leaking faster and faster from its tip. He hoped that after she had whipped him she would let him masturbate for him, coming onto her toes, and then he knew that he would lick them clean, abasing himself before her. The straps of his bra were tight across his back, and she reached down and snapped them against his skin, laughing as he winced with pain when she did that? The air of the room was very still, and was getting full of the smell Sofie's cunt.
CHAPTER ONE
The sleek red shoes that the model was wearing looked like a potential hot item to Sofie Seton, and she made a note to tell one of her designers to make a cheap copy as soon as possible. The show was almost 'over, and there was nothing much after the red sandals, and so Sofie hopped a cab back to the office, from which she ran the small but highly profitable company, Funk Feet, that made cheap copies of high-fashion shoes. It was late in the day, and she knew that soon she would be going home, and that it would be a boring evening, since no slaves were due over to see her.
Yes, she was dominant, and, as might be expected, she loved shoes and boots, but she was also interested in all forms of humiliation, and derived a great deal of pleasure from the sexual role that she had chosen. When she got home to her apartment, which was quite comfortable, as befitted someone who ran her own company, she flopped down in a chair, and started to look through the mail. It was bills and other junk, but there was one letter that had been forwarded by the mail service that she used for some of her more personal correspondence. She tore it open quickly, and smiled with delight as she started to read it.
It was in answer to an ad that she'd placed, one which asked for a submissive male to be a fulltime live in servant. The letter was from one Brent Miller, who said that he had had some experience as a slave, and that he wanted tp give himself up more fully than he had to a dominant woman. He went on about how he longed to serve, but it was the picture that hooked Sofie, since it showed a handsome man in his early thirties, tall and well-built and blonde, and she knew that she would at least try him out as a slave. There was a phone number, and she called it, but there was no answer. So she settled down to a quiet evening. It was a Wednesday night in the middle of the summer, and she was busy getting her fall line in shape. She knew that she would have to move fast if her shoes were to be ready in time for the new season, and she thought of her number one assistant, Ann, who was abroad now trying to get the scoop on the hot European items for the fall. She sighed, and she thought of all the trouble that running a business entailed.
She tried to work, to think about ways to make more money for her business, but she was tired, and besides, she was hot and horny, and she needed some sex. She had taken a shower, and was naked under her robe, and her cunt was warm, and as she lay back in her chair, she started to drip. She saw that it was eight, and she tried Brent again, and this time he answered.
"Hello, Brent?" she said in a voice that was as cruelly sexy as she could make it. He took a second to answer, and she could hear him breathing hard.
"Yes, this is he," said a soft male voice, that was filled with lust.
"My name is Mistress Sofie, and I have received your humble letter, in which you beg to serve me. Well, I don't know if you will do for a permanent position, but I would like to try you out, tonight if possible. In fact, I think that if you are a proper slave, any chance that you have to serve your mistress will be one at which you will jump. Well? Answer me, you little worm "
"Yes mistress, I shall arrive to serve you as soon as I can, if you will tell me where I should go." Sofie gave the slave her address, and he said that it would take him about twenty minutes to get there from where he lived. Sofie rose from the chair in which she had been sitting, and she changed into a costume that was suitable for the dominant role that she was soon to be playing.
She put on a pair of high-heeled boots of soft and supple leather, and a black corset of the same material, one that left her tits and her cunt exposed. She put on a black choker ribbon, and looked at herself in the mirror in her bedroom, and she liked the body that she saw. She was tall, over five ten, and slim, but with a large, well-shaped ass, and firm ripe tits that were almost too big for a woman so slim. Her black hair was cut short, and she moved this way and that as she looked at herself in the mirror, and she lifted each one of her tits, and she stroked the hard nipple with which each one was crowned. Her cunt was wet and hot, and as she selected a whip with which to punish the slave, who was due any minute, she could not resist rubbing the leather handle of the instrument hard against her throbbing clit. She moaned with lust when she did that, and she knew that if she kept it up she would come, and come hard, but she knew that the slave would arrive soon, and so she waited for him.
She had completely forgotten about the hassles of running a business and all that she thought about was the slave whom she was going to test tonight. She wanted him to be her maid, if he was satisfactory, and she intended that while serving her he should dress that part, and so she had taken out some panties and a bra that were designed to be big enough for a man. Of course, she knew that if he were to live with her she would have a maid's outfit made for him, but for the moment, for the evening that was to come, the panties and the bra would have to do.
The doorman announced Brent, and she waited with a wet cunt as she heard the doors of the elevator opening. Then her doorbell rang, and she opened it, and he came in, and he just looked at her, and his mouth dropped open and all at once he was hard, and she looked down at the bulge that his cock was making in his pants, and she smiled to know that she had gotten him so hot, and she knew now that she saw him, that he was so good looking that she just had to have him and she knew that she would not let him leave her apartment that night.
"Well, worm," she said, "Did your mistress say that you could stand in front of her? I do not believe that she did, and so you should be down on the rug, kissing my boots. Come on, on your knees worm." She felt her cunt getting even wetter as Brent knelt in front of her, and she saw that the bulge that his cock was making was pulsing visibly with the lust that he felt, and she liked knowing that she could get him so hot, right from the very beginning of their association. She stood looking down at him, with her hands on her hips, and she just looked at him like that for a while, and he did not move, but stared at the leather of her boots.
"Do you like my boots slave?" she said, and she waited for an answer, and she knew that he was hot, and she could tell that she had power over him, and that soon he would do anything for her, even become her French Maid. But she also knew that she would have to break him first, that she would have to turn him into her helpless slave, into a being who was so dependent on her that she was his whole reason for living. She continued to look down at him, and she waited for him to reply to her question, and she saw that his jaws were working, but that no sounds were coming out of them, and she tapped her whip impatiently against the leather of her boots.
Finally Brent was able to speak. "Yes mistress, I think that the boots that you are wearing are very sexy, and I want to lick and kiss them, and I want to take the heels of them up my ass-hole." Then he stopped speaking, and he wondered if he'd gone too far, but he knew that if he had she would simply whip him and he wanted that anyway, so he was not too worried. But then, as she still did not speak, he wondered if he had offended her by being too bold, and he hoped that she would not refuse to have him as her servant. Finally she spoke to him.
"Well slave, you shall have a chance to lick my boots, but I am amazed that you are so bold as to ask for the honor of having the heels of my boots up that ass-hole of yours. Such impudence requires punishment. Strip, worm." And she watched with lust and cruelty as he stripped and she saw that his cock was big and hard, and she could hardly wait to see him in the panties and the bra that she had gotten out. He licked the rug in front of her boots, and she smiled at that, and she knew then that she had a slave who was not a novice, and for that she was glad. It meant that she would not have to waste a lot of time training him in the basics, and that he knew enough to know that he had to obey her in every way, that he had to serve her every whim.
She let him kiss the rug for a while, and then she had him turn around, and she let him have it hard across the cheeks of his ass. Her whip left a thin red line in the place where she had hit him, and she loved the way that that looked, so she raised the whip again, and it whistled through the air and came down hard again on his ass. She knew that he liked the whipping, since his cock was still hard, and she knew that a man who was not a true slave would have lost his erection by this point, from the pain that he was feeling. But Brent was hard and throbbing, and she knew that she had a hot one, and she could hardly wait to dress him as her maid, but that would come later, over the next month or so. For now she would concentrate on humiliating and punishing him, aiyl she liked doing that, and she knew that she would let him suck her tonight, although he did not really' deserve such an honor.
She hit him again and again, until his ass was red and burning. She loved to watch flesh turn color from a whipping, and when the ass of her slave was nice and red she started to hit his back, and soon it too was pink and burning.
She grew tired of hitting him and she sat down in a chair, and she extended her booted legs, and she told him that he was to suck the heels of her boots. She watched with satisfaction as he did as he was told, and soon the heels of her boots were wet and shiny with the spittle of her slave. On and on he sucked, and she could tell that he wanted to play with his cock, but he knew enough to know that he was not allowed to do that without the permission of his mistress. She had him lick her heels for a good long time, and then she told him to clean the rest of her boots with his mouth.
He licked the waxed leather, and he liked the way that it tasted and felt under his caresses. Sofie sat very still as he served her, not wanting to show the pleasure that she was feeling in front of a slave. But she was getting hot, and she wanted some action, but then she thought that it would not do to let him suck her on the first night of his slavery. But her ass-hole, she thought, that would do, and she would play with her hard cut while her slave rimmed her.
"All right worm, you are going to lick my ass-hole, and I want you to do a good job of it, and you are not to stop at all until I tell you, and you better take short breaths, for if you do not suck my ass-hole the way that I want you to, I will kick the shit out of you, and then you shall leave me, and you shall never see me again."
No whipping could have given Brent more pain than these words, for the thought of not being allowed to serve this mistress, now that he had started to do so, was more than he could bear. So as she raised her legs, and spread the cheeks of her ass, he dived right in and he knew that he would do the best job of rimming her that he had ever done, and he hoped and prayed that she would not kick him out. His tongue began to probe into her ass-hole, and she loved the way that it felt as he started to rim her, and she moaned a little with the lust that was burning in her cunt. But she did not want to show pleasure in front of her slave, and so she did her best to control the lusts that she felt. The slave's tongue made loud slurping noises as he rimmed her, and she liked that, liked the feeling of power that she had over the servile male who was licking her ass-hole. And Brent loved the way that she tasted, and when she farted right into his mouth he loved it, loved the way that he choked on the cloud of gas that enveloped him. She was motionless as he sucked her, and she knew that she would wait to masturbate until he was locked in his room.
For indeed she had a room that she reserved for slaves, and he was to spend the night there, tied to the bed so that she would know that he could not play with his cock. But she wanted to have him masturbate for her now and she knew that she would have him lick his come off her boots, and that then she would lock him up.
"All right worm," she said, "Stop licking my ass-hole, and start to play with that disgusting cock of yours. But you are not to come until I say that you can, and then when I give you permission to come you will have fifteen seconds, and that will be your only chance. You may begin worm."
She smiled with cruel lust as she rose from her chair and watched him at her feet, his right hand sliding back and forth over his hard cock with a steady pace, and she could tell that he had done this sort of thing before, and that he could control himself well. She watched him for a long time, and his gaze never left her boots, and she loved the servile nature of this worm who had answered her ad. She longed then to see it come, to watch him cream on her boots, and then to watch him lick off her leather calves. She looked at the watch that she was wearing, and saw that the second hand was coming around to the top.
"All right you little shit, you have fifteen seconds to come on my boot."
As soon as she spoke he started to play with it much faster, and he grunted with the effort of floggin his log so hard, and with the effort of trying to come. He could tell that his time was running out, but then he knew that he had it, and-as Sofie watched with satisfaction he creamed all over her boots. She made him lick them clean, and then she took out the bra and the panties.
"Put these on, you shit, and remember that while you are in my service you are to dress like the woman that you are. Hurry up, and then you are to be tied to your bed in the bra and panties. If you have to piss, you will have to piss in these panties, and you shall clean things up in the morning."
"But mistress, I can't, I mean to put these on, I mean ... "
"Silence worm!" said Sofie in a harsh voice, and she raised the whip, and gave Brent a hard cut across his chest. He screamed from the pain, and hurried to put on the black bra and panties.
When he was wearing them he found that he was hot from the way that they felt against his skin, and his cock started to push against the nylon that confined it, even though he had come so recently. His mistress smiled at his lust, and she knew that he was a true slave, one who got his greatest pleasure from serving, and also one who loved to wear female clothing. She could tell that he had not faced his need for this fetish before, from the way that he had bitched at having to wear the panties and the bra, but she could tell that he was hot from wearing them, and she could hardly wait to dress him as a maid, and to have him wait on her, and on her friends.
For she had dominant friends who would enjoy punishing him, and she had other slaves, some of whom she had sex with, and she could hardly wait to fuck them while he watched, dressed in the outfits that she would have made for him. She led him to his room then, and she tied his arms and legs to the bed, and she gave his cock a hard pinch through the panties before she left him for the night.
Then she went to her room, and she wished that she had another slave there, for she was hot and she needed some sex, but it was too late for that, and so she knew that she would have to content herself with masturbation. She sat in front of the mirror, and she took off the corset, so that she was wearing only the boots and the choker ribbon, and she parted the lips of her pretty cunt, and she moaned with the lust that she felt as she touched herself. She loved to watch herself as she played with her cunt, and she was something of an exhibitionist, for she loved the way that her slaves, both the male; ones and also the women, lusted after her body as she strutted around before them. She looked at herself for a long time, not moving, just letting the lust build up in her, until she was so hot that she could not take it any longer, and she just had to play with her pussy.
With a sigh of passion she slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, and she started to slide them back and forth, in and out of her, and she moaned with how that felt, and she knew that it would not be long before she was playing with her clit. It was hard and pulsing with lust, and she could hardly stand the tension now but still she did not touch it, and was content for the moment to let her fingers work in and out of the wet hole of her cunt. The air was filled with her smell, and she sniffed deeply, and took her fingers out of her cunt, and she licked them clean.
She was using her right hand to play with her cunt, and with her left she rubbed the stiff nipples of her tits. They were hard, like her clit, and she moaned even more as she played with them. Then she knew that she just had to come, and so she raised her booted legs, drawing them back against her tits, and for a moment she savored the way that the leather of her boots felt against her chest. Then she drew back the folds of skin that hid her clit, and it came into view and it was as big as it had ever been, swollen and throbbing with lust.
She touched its tip lightly with a wet finger, and her whole body tensed when she did that, and soon was working her clit harder, faster, and then it hit her, her orgasm, and she was swept away on a tide of lust. She came hard, and for a few seconds she did not know where she was, and all that she cared about were the hot waves of pleasure that were rushing through her, on and on, taking her far away from the real world, where she had to make so many tough decisions.
At last it was over, and she saw that it was late, so she grabbed a quick shower and she went to bed. In the morning she released her slave from the bed, but she left him locked in his room after unlocking the bathroom that was off it, and leaving him some food. She said that she would try him out as a Jive-in slave, and that if he was satisfactory for the first few weeks she would keep him longer. He nodded and she knew that he would jerk himself off after she had gone, and she told him that she would allow him to do that, but that he had to come each time into the panties, and she would expect him to be wearing them when she returned home that night. He nodded, and he was hot as hell from the touch of the bra and the panties that he had worn all night while he was bound to the bed.
Sofie had a tough day at work. There were problems with production, and she still had not heard from Ann, who was supposed to have cabled her several days ago, concerning whatever she had found out about the latest fashions in France and Italy. She was worried, since she knew that Ann was. almost always reliable, and she hoped that nothing had gone wrong with her. But she trusted her, andVshe knew that she would wait a couple of more days before trying to reach her abroad.
She was dead tired by the middle of the morning, and she knew that she would leave early, and that her slave would give her a rubdown.
But then as she so often did she got caught up in business. A buyer from a big discount chain in the Midwest, one with which she had never done much business, really liked the samples that she showed him, and he liked the price, and he wanted a lot of them, in fact he wanted so many that she was not sure if she could deliver on time. But she didn't tell him that, but took the order, and knew that the cash that she would get early would help, and she knew that she would have to bust ass to get the goods to him on time, and that her reputation was riding on it.
She spent hours on the phone, talking to manufacturers, lining up the extra capacity that she would need. She had the leather, and the designs, and it was production that was the problem, since the order meant that she needed to get a production capacity that was half again as big as she had planned for the lines that had been ordered. By the end of the day it was lined up, but she knew that if was like a house of cards, and that if something went wrong the whole thing would come crashing down around her. She did not have much time, and she would have cut production on some of the other lines, but all of them were ordered too, and she laughed ironically to herself as she thought that business was almost too good.
She knew that if she approached the chain that had placed the order in the years to come, assuming that she came through, that they would help her expand, but she knew the traps mere. For too often it had happened that a big chain bought a lot from a small supplier, and helped the company expand, until the firm was totally dependent on the business from the one chain. And then the chain would find someone else who could make the same things more cheaply, and suddenly the company would fold,. and that would be that, and the chain would go on.
Sofie would not let that happen, but she was tense, and finally she realized that it was seven at night, and that she had not eaten since breakfast, and that she was starving. She was the only one left in the office, and she knew that all of the little places to eat around where she was would be closed, so she hopped a cab and went down to Chinatown, and got a table quickly, since she was alone, and ate slowly, drinking the hot tea, and then she felt better.
She walked around for a while, thinking about her business, and worrying, but she knew that there was nothing more that she could do until the next day.
Then she realized, all at once, how hot she was, and she thought of the slave who was waiting for her, and she knew that she needed another slave with her for the night, and that she and the other slave would make it in front of Brent, as part of the lesson that she was teaching him. She thought of Steffie, who was a young submissive blonde who loved to suck cunt, and she called her from a phone booth.
Steffie sounded hot and eager, and she laughed with delight when her mistress said that she had found a male slave with a clothing fetish, but then she realized that she was being too bold with her mistress, and she simply said, meekly, that she would meet Sofie at the apartment in about an hour.
Sofie took a cab back, and she was so hot that she was ready for anything.
She knew that he wanted her, but she also knew that he was not submissive, since she usually could tell that about a man, and although sometimes she liked it straight, she was in no mood for that tonight. She liked teasing him though, and she made sure that her skirt was up high as she paid him, and she laughed to herself as she saw the bulge in his pants.
"Hope your cock doesn't get stuck in the steering wheel," she said as she left and he was pissed, and gave her the finger before he burned rubber as he sped away. She was still grinning about that as she entered the apartment, and she got out of the clothes that she had been wearing all day, and she knew that Steffie would be over soon, and she was suddenly so hot that she could hardly stand up. She changed into a pair of sexy silver sandals, over her bare feet, and a pair of leather panties, studded with silver rivets. Her tits were bare, and she knew that she would take her pleasure with Steffie before she allowed Brent to come out of his room. She sat and she liked the way that the leather of her panties felt against her wet cunt, and she moved her hips lazily as she waited, and she knew that she would practically rape the slave when she arrived. She had forgotten about her business for the moment, and all that she thought about was sex and sadism.
CHAPTER TWO
Ann Walden, who should by now have been on her way back to New York, with a portfolio full of what was happening in the fashion world in Europe, at least as it related to shoes, was instead in a cheap room in Golders Green, in London, and she feared for her life. It had been an ordinary trip, and she had gotten all that she had hoped for, and more, but then, on what was to be her last day in Paris, disaster had struck, and at this point she hoped that she could make it home.
She had finished her business in Paris, and she had been wandering around, and she had found herself on the He de la Cite, at Notre Dame, and she had wandered around outside looking at the river, and watching the men fishing. She had been hot, as she always was, for she had a very strong sex drive, and she had been looking for a man. She was into everything, but she was feeling aggressive that day, and she knew that she wanted a male slave, to lick her feet and her ass-hole and her cunt. She spoke French well enough to get along.
She had gone to the Champs Elysee, down from the Arc de Triomphe, and had wandered around the stores, and she had found herself in a bookstore, and there she had noticed the man eying her. He was dressed handsomely, and had spoken to her in English when she spoke in French, since her grammar was good but her accent was bad. That pissed her off, but then he was good-looking and she invited him back to her hotel. He came with her readily, and when they were in her room he had started to kiss her, but she had pushed him away and offered him her shoe to kiss.
He had gone along with it for a while, but then she had only managed to get him to serve her by promising that the next time that they met she would let him fuck her. He was hot for her, and said that he wanted her to stay with him for a few days before she returned for the States. Well, it had gone well, and she had spanked him and had him suck her off, but something had bothered her when he left, for she sensed that he was pissed off at what she had made him do, and that he wanted to get his own back when they fucked that night. Well, she had not gone to see him, and had stupidly stayed in her room that night.
He had come to her room, with a tough looking Corsican driver, and had said, of course at that point in a nice enough way, that he had come to take her to his house in the country. She had said that she had to pack, and had taken a suitcase into the bathroom, while thanking her lucky stars that she was only one story above the ground.
She had slipped out the bathroom window but they had heard her, and it had been a wild time in Paris, with her in a taxi and the two of them in a Mercedes 280SL, careening all over the place. She had finally taken the driver into her confidence, and had promised him a fuck if he helped her. He had shaken them, but he said that the man, whom she had known only as Jean, was very powerful, and that France would not be safe for her. They had fucked all night, and in the morning the driver, who was called Roland, had put her in the back of a truck, behind some barrels, and had said that she would be taken to Le Havre, where she could get to England.
She had made it there, but there had been men who spotted her, and she had managed barely to get across the channel, and she sat in her room in London, and she shivered with fear. She did not know what she would do, but then she thought that she would stay in London for a while, to see if anyone seemed to be after her, and then if things seemed to be all right she would go home. She did not dare to call the police, since then she would have to explain why Jean had gotten so irritated with her in the first place, and she did not want to get in touch with Sofie in New York, since she was afraid that if she were being watched they would follow her to New York. The impression of Jean that she had from meeting him and also from talking to Roland was that he was so rich that he was not used to losing, and that it was a matter of honor with him to find her and fuck her until he was satisfied.
She grew tired of sitting around her room, and she hopped on the underground, which was elevated where she was, and she rode the Northern line, black on the map, through
Camden Town, change, and wandered around. She ended up in Soho, where she ate at a cheap Indian restaurant, and walked around past the strip-show barkers. Then she noticed a slim man, who was dressed very well, coming out of one of the strip-joints. He eyed her, but then he looked away, and she sensed that he was embarrassed. He stood on the corner, and she saw that he was going to hail a cab, and al! at once she decided to pick him up, if she could, since he looked as if he might be able to help her.
"I wonder if you could tell me how I might find the house where John Keats lived," she said, realizing that she had no idea why she had said that, but knowing that she had better take it slow with this one.
He looked at her with surprise, and said "Why it is in Hampstead, on the edge of Golders Green. You are American, I take it?"
"Yes, I work for a shoe company in New York, and I've been in France, checking out the fall lines, and I thought that I would stop in London for a few days, just to unwind, and see a few sights." He looked at her sharply, for her voice was shaking and he could tell that she was tense and under some sort of strain.
"Pardon me, I should have introduced myself. Basil Symes." He held out his hand.
"Ann Warren," she said, and they smiled at each other, and she could tell that he was hot for her from the way that he looked at her, and she could also tell that he was shy, or perhaps reserved. He looked at her, and she knew that he wanted to ask her to come with him, but that he did not know how to go about it.
"It is a lovely day, isn't it," she said. "I was thinking of going to St. James park, lying around in the grass, and watching the sun glinting off the Houses of Parliament. Care to join me?"
"Why not come to my flat, where we can pack some wine and so on, and then go to the park?" he said, and then he blushed, and she knew that she had him.
"Why not?" she said, and she hooked her arm through his, and she sat close to him in the cab, and she played with his hard cock through his pants. They went to Grosvenor Square, and she knew that he had money, and the flat was huge, and a butler brought them drinks, and then he excused himself for a minute, and she wandered around looking at the books. In one corner of the room she found a locked cabinet, with a glass front, and she could see that the books in it were well-thumbed, and she glanced at them through the glass, and saw that one title was "Mistress Angela and the Naughty Schoolboys." She knew then what he liked, and when he came back he was bent over in an effort to conceal his erection. She decided to take charge of the situation.
"I see that you are excited, like the naughty boy that you are," she said, and he blushed, and his eyes dropped to her shoes, and she knew that she had him.
"Yes mistress, I am a naughty boy, and I need to be punished," he said, slipping right into the role that she had known that he wanted. She smiled cruelly at him, and she ordered him to get down on his knees, and to begin licking her shoes. She was glad that she had been wearing sandals, and she flexed her toes as he licked them through her stockings. He was moaning with lust as he licked her, and she could tell that he loved the taste and the smell of her feet. She felt herself getting hotter than hell, and suddenly she realized that she had not had any sex since the whole mess had started and she knew that she needed it now.
"Strip, slave, and take what I give you," she said, and she felt her hot cunt getting even hotter as he knelt, naked, before her, facing away from her, his ass ready to be hit. She had found a riding crop in the room, and she raised it, wishing for a moment that she were wearing boots. She brought the crop down hard on the waiting ass of her slave, and he took the blow without flinching, and he moaned not with pain but with pleasure, and she knew that he was a true devotee of the lash.
She hit him hard, again and again, and his cock stayed hard as a rock, and she loved the sound of the crop as it swished through the air and smacked against his naked flesh. Soon his ass was red and burning, and then she had him turn around, and she gave him ten strokes across his nipples, and he moaned with pain then, since she was hitting him very hard. The butler had discreetly vanished, and they were alone, and she was hotter than a cat in heat from the punishment that she was giving him, and she knew that she would have him come for her, and that then she would tie him up and ride his face for a long time.
"Does my naughty little boy have a hard cock? Is he excited by the sight of his mistress? I know that he spends a lot of time playing with his cock, all the time, and that he thinks nasty thoughts. Very well, you nasty little shit, play with it, and jerk it off onto my bare toes, and then you shall lick it up, and begin the next phase of your training."
He moaned with lust as she took off her shoes and her stockings, and he started to play with his cock, and it was wet and dripping in a matter of seconds, and she knew that it would not be long before he came all over her foot.
She watched him with parted lips and hard tits.
"Harder slave, jerk it harder, cream on my toes, hurry up." He moaned loudly when she said that, and beads of sweat stood out on his brow, and he grunted with the effort of his masturbation. Harder and harder he flogged his cock, and then it started to swell, and she knew that he was about to shoot all over her outstretched, pretty foot. She watched with delight as his hand flew along the wet shaft of his dick, and then he groaned, and he tensed, and then the first burst of sticky come rained out of his cock, and all over her foot.
She loved the feel of the warm come as it splattered all over her foot, and she watched him as he rubbed the head of his cock against her foot as he came. When he was done he licked her foot clean, and she saw with delight that his cock was still hard, and she knew that it had been a while since he had had the kind of sex that she and he both knew that he needed, and needed badly.
She had found some rope, too. And she tied him to a low couch that stood against one wall of the room in which they were, and she looked down at him and grinned.
"All right, you little worm, I am going to let you suck my cunt, and you had better do a good job of it, or I will thrash you so soundly that you will be in bed for weeks. Do it hard, and do it well, you subhuman vile boy."
Having said that she swung herself up on the couch, and she sat down hard on his face, and he moaned with lust when she did that, and started to suck her off. His tongue probed stiffly like a small cock in and out of the wet hole of her cunt, and she could not help but moan with pleasure at the way that that felt. He did it to her like that for a while, and she felt her cunt opening, getting wetter and hotter. Then she shifted her hips so that he would only be able to lick her ass-hole and she settled down hard against his face so that he could hardly breathe. But he liked the gamy taste of her ass-hole, and he was thinking, as he tasted it, of how Churchill had liked to smoke cigars that had been lit once and had gone out, since he liked the gamy taste. But this gamy taste, he thought, was better, and he lost himself in the heaven that was the rimming that he was giving to this hot American mistress.
She let him lick her ass-hole for a long time, and then she played with her hard clit while he did that, and she knew that she was close to coming. She took a long time, but she knew that she would come soon, and that it would be good and satisfying.
"All right slave, you are now to have the pleasure of sucking the clit of your mistress, and I want you to do a good job of it, or it will go hard with you." And having said these words she moved her ripe ass so that her throbbing nub of love was right at his mouth, and he took it in between his lips, and he sucked on it, and he felt it pulsing with passion, and both of them knew that it would not be long now.
His cock was hard as a rock, and he longed to play with it, and he thought of what it would be like if she would fuck him while he was tied up, if she would ride up and down the stiff shaft of his cock, faster and harder than he could stand, so that he would come for a second time, filling her cunt with his cream.
She started to moan as her climax drew near, and she clamped her hands over both breasts, and she rubbed them hard, and she was writhing against his face, moving hard that he had difficulty keeping his mouth on her clit. She sighed and gasped and moved even harder, and then it hit her, and he hung on for dear life.
"Suck it slave, suck it harder, oooo, shit you little worm, suck it for mama, mmmmmm, baby, suck me off harder you slut, you little worm, do it to me. Aaaaaah. Mmmmmmm Suck it, do it, oh shit fuck piss, suck it off."
Then she simply moaned loudly with lust, and she shook as if she were sick, and he loved the juices that had flowed, and were flowing from her, covering his face with her scent. He wondered if she would stay with him for a while, but he knew that she had to get back to New York, and he was content to take the pleasure that she was giving him. Finally she had had enough, and she was very sensitive, since she had just come, and she stepped off him, and stood beside the couch to which he was tied, and she smiled down at the slave who had done such a good job of sucking her off.
"Your mouth is covered with my juices, slave. Well, you have pleasured me well, but I see that your cock is hard, and I did not give you permission to get an erection while you sucked me. I think that I shall have to punish your cock." She felt her cunt getting even hotter, and she knew that she would whip his cock until he came from the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that he would feel. She had found a small whip of soft leather along with the other whip and the ropes, and she raised it up and she let it flick across the swollen head of his cock. He moaned with lust as she did that, and both of them knew that he would come soon.
She loved the way that his cock was getting red and sore from the blows that she was inflicting on it, and she moaned with lust and she knew that she would have him suck her more, for the rest of the day, until his mouth was too tired to do anymore. She knew too that the following day she would confide in him, and she was sure that he could help her get back to New York, and that he could do it in such a way that she would not have anything to fear from Jean.
But having thought these thoughts she grew completely absorbed in the whipping that she was giving to his cock, and she could tell from the sounds that he was making that it was mostly pleasure that he was feeling from the whipping that she was giving him. She hit him harder and harder, and she loved the fact that he would not complain but simply took that pain that she was giving him, took it and liked it. She loved to see a slave come from a whipping, and she knew that it would not be long now, and she picked up the pace with which she was hitting his cock, while keeping the force of her blows the same as before. He was writhing with passion against the ropes that held him to the couch, and she loved the pleasure that he was deriving from the torture that she was inflicting on him.
He began to grunt and to moan and to writhe, and both of then knew that it would not be long now, would not be long before he shot. Then his cock swelled, and as she hit him he gave out a long and drawn-out moan, and then he was shooting, and the come went all over his belly and the whip that she was using. After he had done she made him lick the whip clean, and she saw that his cock was going down, and she knew that she needed him to suck her some more.
She tied him down even more tightly, and she pinched his balls, just for good measure, and once again she settled down against his face, and he started sucking her, but he hurt, and now that his cock was not hard the pain was too much, so he could not do a good job of sucking her off. She sensed that, and she released him and told him that she required some food and drink, and that he was to order them, and to take a shower, since he was sweaty and she did not like the way that he smelled. And she told him that his training was not over, but that it would resume in an hour or so, and that he would have to take the heels of her shoes up his ass before the evening was out. He left the room to call the butler.
She was very aroused as she sat and waited for her food, and she toyed a little with her wet cunt, and she rubbed her tits, and she could hardly wait to violate his ass-hole. She knew that he would like that, and that he was a true submissive, and she thought that if he lived in New York she would see a lot of him, but as it was she was not going to stay in London.
The butler entered, and brought her a good meal and some wine, and she ate slowly, and she waited for her slave to return. He came back in a robe and she could tell that he was naked underneath it, and as he looked at her his cock started to swell, and she knew that she would make him come once more before she was done.
"Well, you little boy, I see that you are all excited again. Take off your robe and let me see that cock that you are always touching when you know that you are not supposed to do that. Come on, or I shall whip you right now "
The robe dropped to the floor, and he kept his eyes downcast, and she felt her cunt getting wetter and hotter as she looked at his cock. It was sore and red from the whipping that she had given it, but it was also starting to drip, and all at once she knew that she wanted it in her, and she resolved to fuck him.
"On your back on the floor slave," she said, and he lay down, and she tied his hands together over his head, and tied his feet together, and then she spent some time biting his nipples. All the while that she did this his cock was hard as a rock, and he moaned often, mostly from the pleasure that he was getting from being abused. She could hardly wait to sit down on his cock, and she was going to whip him a little first, but she was so hot that she could not wait, and he moaned with delight as he saw her getting ready to sit down on his dick. It was a decent size, she thought, although it was nothing special, but at least she knew that she would be able to feel it when she took it up inside her. She sank down on it and she groaned with lust as it went into her soft hot twat, and she sank down so that it was all the way up in her, and she sat like that, not moving, for a couple of minutes. Then she started to fuck her slave, and he was tied so that she could hardly move, and she liked it that way, liked the fact that she was in control, and that he was so passive. She put a finger on her hard clit, and she rubbed it as she rode up and down on the hard slick shaft of the dick that was in her.
She came soon from the feel of the cock that was in her and from the feel of her finger on her clit, and then she came again and again, fucking the slave. He moaned from time to time, mostly with pleasure. But some of the moans were sounds of pain, for from time to time Ann would reach down and pinch his balls, and that hurt, but she loved the pain that she was causing him, and so she kept on hurting him.
She wanted him to come though, and so, when she was weak from all of the orgasms that she had had, she got down and blew him, which surprised him, but then she was not totally dominant, not as dominant as Sofie, her boss.
When he had come in her mouth, and she had spit it out onto his belly, she let him go, and they both went to bed, she in the guest room, and it was late the following morning when they got down to talking some more.
She told him her story then, and he was shocked, and said that he had heard of Jean, and that he was a business man, but that he had some very shady connections, and that she would not be safe until she was on the plane for New York. He suggested that she stay with him for a few days, and that he would make arrangements for her to be driven to Scotland, and that she could fly to New York from Glasgow, since that would throw them off the track.
She was happy, and said that she would punish him again before she left. He was glad to have found her, and then he went out, and was gone for the rest of the day, since although he was wealthy he had affairs to attend to. She spent the day sitting around and reading, and she knew that she had a chance now, since the meeting with Basil had taken place purely by chance, and there was no way that the men who were looking for her could link her with him. The only problem was getting out of London, but Basil had said that she would be in a car, nondescript and well-driven, that would leave London in the night, so that it would be a couple of hundred miles north before day broke. And he said that he would obtain a wig for her, so that her chances of being recognized through the windows of the car were small.
She grew bored during the next few days, for not only was Basil busy, he was so drained from the session that he had had that he could not get it up for a while. But they both knew that they would have one more go at it, as he would put it, before she left, and she was looking forward to that.
She found that she was starting to think once again about business, and she dragged out her huge portfolio of shoe designs that she had collected, and she poured over them, and she knew that if she could get back in tune to New York she would have some good ideas for the firm. But she was tense, and she was worried that somehow, even though she knew that all the odds were against it, Jean or his men would find out where she was, and then she did not know what would happen to her.
Perhaps she would be a slave to Jean, for many years, until the people who knew her had stopped looking for her, and then she would die, alone and whipped each night. She actually grew afraid as she thought these things, and she felt so scared that she was broken down and sobbing before she knew what she was doing. But then she reflected that at least she had a fighting chance, and that was good, and so she managed to cheer herself up.
When Basil came home that night he said that all was set for her to leave on the following night, and that therefore they would have their final orgy that very evening. And he unwrapped a gift that he had bought for her, a pair of high boots that he had had custom-fitted to her, and a matching set of bra and panties. The leather was soft and of the highest quality, and she loved the way that her new possessions felt, and she knew that she would wear them as she punished her slave that night.
Before getting down to the business at hand they dined, and Ann felt warm and tender toward the man whom she was going to whip, and she felt so mellow that she kissed him a couple of times, but she could tell that, although he was touched, that did not turn him on nearly as much as bending before her, and she knew that he would do a lot of that before the night was out. They finished eating, and then she went off to change, and he waited in the room where he had been punished the first time, and his cock was hard and throbbing as he thought of how she would whip him of the sound that the instrument would make as it swished through the air before hitting his aching flesh. He was so hot that he knew he could come twice that night, and he would do anything, he thought, anything at all for this hot bitch who knew what he needed, who understood his need to be abased, to bend and taste the sting of the whip.
She entered, wearing the things he had given her, and he fell to his knees.
CHAPTER THREE
Back in New York Sofie was still waiting for her slave, and the girl was late, and Sofie was almost ready to go and get her male slave from the room in which he was confined, but then the girl came, and Sofie rose, and glared at the slut.
"All right, you little cunt, on your knees and kiss my feet." The girl, who was still dressed, hastened to do the bidding of her mistress. Sofie looked down at the hot bitch, and she knew that she would, normally, punish her for being late but she was so hot that she needed that mouth on her hot cunt, and she could not wait for it, could not wait for the hot slave to suck her off. So she stripped off all the items that she was wearing, and she sat down, and raised her legs, and she looked hard at the little slut whom she had let off so easy.
"All right, you hot slut, suck it, suck my cunt, and do a good job of it or I will punish you hard. Come on you hot cunt, do it."
The girl could hardly believe her luck, for she knew too that ordinarily she would now be punished hard, and she started to lick the wet cunt that was waiting for her as if it were food, and she had not eaten for a while. She savored the smell of the wet cunt that she was sucking, and she lapped up the thick juices that were flowing from it, that tasted so good and so thick and so rich under her tongue.
Sofie moaned and shifted her hips under the skilled caresses of the slave who was sucking her, and she loved the way that it felt to be sucked by a woman, by a hot little bitch who knew just what she was doing. Sofie groaned with the lust that filled her, and she knew that she would want to go on like this all night, but she also had Brent to think of, and she wanted to train him some more that night. But for the moment all that she thought about, all that she cared about was the ache that was building up in her loins, the ache that meant that soon she would come, would come hard, her cunt contracting and her whole body shaking and spasming with lust.
The smell of her cunt filled the air of the room, and to it was added that of the hot cunt of Steffie, who was masturbating hard and fast as she sucked the wet cunt of her mistress. The two women were out of their minds with lust.
"Suck it harder, you bitch, do it to me. That's better you little slut. Come on, don't let up just because you want some air. Suck it good, damn it, or I will kick the shit out of you. Come on you bitch, do it to me."
Steffie grunted with lust as she heard these words, and she stopped playing with her own cunt, and she devoted all of her energies to giving pleasure to the hot cunt of the hot mistress whom she was sucking, and trying to suck well.
Brent, in his room, could hear the sounds of the sucking that was going on so close to him and his cock was hard and aching with lust, and he knew that he would be punished that night, and he was looking forward to it. At least, he hoped that he would be punished that night, but then the thought that maybe he would not be hit him, and he was upset He had come into the panties three times that day, and he was wearing them, and the feel of them against his cock made him hot again, and he longed to see his mistress.
But Sofie was not thinking about Brent now. All that she thought about, all that she cared about, was the warm mouth and the stiff tongue that were sucking her hot pussy, that were bringing her closer and closer to coming. She threw back her head and moaned, and the sounds that were coming from her were so filled with passion that they hardly sounded as if they were human, but rather seemed to come from some animal of the jungle, some beast in heat that was calling for its mate. Her cunt was soaking wet, and she shifted her hips from side to side, and she could feel the tension building, she could feel the lust and the hot passion rising up in her loins, and she knew that it would not be long now
Steffie knew that too, and she sucked harder on the clit of her mistress, and she slipped two fingers inside the wet hole that was below the cunt that she was sucking, and she added another finger that she used on the ass-hole of her mistress. Ordinarily Sofie would never have let a slave put a finger up her ass-hole, but she was so hot now that she did not care about that, and she just gasped and moaned, and she knew that coming was just around the corner.
She rubbed her tits hard, and she gasped and moaned, and her tits seemed to swell even more than they had been, although they were already so hard that that did not seem as if it would be possible. Steffie's pretty face was covered with the juices of the broad whom she was sucking off.
As Brent's cock strained against the nylon of the panties that he was wearing he could hear the sounds that Sofie was moaning, and then he felt as if he would go out of his mind with lust and desire, for her sounds suddenly changed, and he knew that she was coming. She made soft cries of hot lust, and he knew that her cunt would be wide-open and dripping, and that her nipples would be as hard as little pebbles, and he longed to see her, to stand in front of her in his bra and his panties, to be her slave. He paced around the room in which he was confined, and his cock was hard.
Sofie was indeed coming, and for a few seconds she was lost to the world around her, and she simply sighed and grunted and was swept away on the waves of pleasure that just went on and on. They seemed to tear her apart, and indeed she looked somewhat as if she were in pain, but it was only delighted lust that she felt.
Steffie sucked her mistress on and on through her climax, and when Sofie pushed the head of that blonde slut away Steffie was so hot that she started fingering her cunt, and before her mistress could tell her that that was not allowed the hot little bitch was coming, and Sofie knew that there was no point now in stopping her from taking her pleasure. Besides, since she had just done such a good job of sucking Sofie off the dominant bitch was feeling kind toward her.
She rose and left the little slut, for now she was thinking about Brent, and she knew that she would punish him hard tonight, but that she would let him fuck the hot little slave who had just sucked her. When she opened the door to his room he was standing in his bra and his panties, and his cock was hard, and she could see that he had come several times into the panties that he was wearing.
"Well, I see that my little jerk-off of a slave is hot, and that he was coming into those panties all day long. Well, my little slut, it is time for some more training, and I think that first we will have to try you in heels. Come with me."
Sofie led him to her room, and she dug into her closet, and she found a pair of pumps that were made for a man, and they fit him well enough, and at first she thought that she would have to get him a pair that fit better, but then she thought that if he were in pain from the shoes that he had to wear in her service, well then that was all to the good. She smiled as he tried to walk in the shoes, and she loved it when he fell onto the floor and cried.
"Stand up you little shit," she said, "Stand up and learn how to walk like the maid that you are, or I will personally see to it that I cut your balls off. That's better, you little shit. I see that your cock is hard. Run in place in those shoes and rub your disgusting cock through the fabric of your panties. I want you to come for me, and I am going to whip you while you run. Do not stop playing with your cock no matter how bad the pain is, or it will get worse."
He started to jog in place in the heels that she was forcing him to wear, and his feet hurt from what she was making him do, and he longed to stop, but then he was starting to play with his cock, and that felt good. He loved the way that the nylon felt against his cock, and he moaned mostly with lust as he ran. He found that he was getting used to the way that the shoes felt, and then she started to whip him
That hurt, and he wanted to cry out, and tell her that it was too much, that he could not take it, but he looked at her and he saw that she was hot, hot and lusty from what she was doing to him, and he knew that any protests that he made would only get her hotter, and make her hit him harder. So he kept on touching his hard cock as he ran in his heels, and she whipped him harder, artd soon his back was red and sore and burning from what she was doing to him.
His cock stayed hard, and then he suddenly realized that he was close to coming, and he was not hot from pain now although she was still whipping him, but rather he was hot from the pleasure that he felt, and he played with himself furiously.
She could tell that he was ready to shoot, and as she watched he bucked and heaved, all while running in place, and then he was shooting, creaming all over the panties of black sheer nylon that he was wearing as part of his slavery. She told him to stop running, since he had come, and she smiled at the sight of her slave, dressed in pumps, and a black bra, and a pair of matching panties, which were stained with his old come and filled with his new. She made him stand for a while, just stand still, and she knew that that hurt him, for he was so tired that he longed to collapse, to lie down, to relax. But he just had to stand there in front of her, his feet aching, and his back hurting, and his panties filled with fresh sperm He knew that soon she would make him lick the panties into which he had just come, and he longed for that.
"Well, I see that my little boy got so hot from the panties that he is wearing that he creamed in them. Take them off, you worm take them off and lick them, and get down on your knees while you do that, you shit."
Sofie smiled with sadistic lust as her slave bent before her, and she sighed with lust as he started to lick the come from the panties into which he had shot. He sighed and he moaned, and he knew that it would not be long before his cock was hard again. She left him abruptly, and he wondered if he had done something wrong, but then she brought Steffie in, and his cock got hard, and she was hot for him, and the mistress wanted to have her two slaves fuck while she whipped them.
She found another pair of panties for Brent, in red nylon-, with a hole that was cut so that his hard cock could stick out of them, and he put them on, and she had him stand up, and then she had Steffie get down in front of her, and she got on the back of her slave, and she rode the bitch around the room, while Brent stood and watched. Steffie ached from carrying her mistress in this fashion, and she knew that she must not cry out, since that would cause her to feel more pain than that she was already feeling. So she sighed and she moaned and she shook with the weight that she had to bear, but she did not make a fuss, and at last she was allowed to stand up. Then Sofie had Brent kneel, and she pulled down his panties, and she greased up his ass-hole. She could tell that either he had never had anything up there, or if he had it had been long ago, and not often, and she knew that no male slave of hers could serve her if he did not have his ass-hole violated frequently.
She took a slim dildo, and she greased it too, and she worked it in hard to the ass-hole of her slave. He grunted with the pain, but then he grew used to the feel of the object in his ass-hole, and she started to fuck his ass with it, and then she took it out, and she saw with satisfaction that his cock was hard again, even though he had just come. Steffie was hot from the sight of the dildo-fucking that her fellow slave had just gotten, and she wondered what would happen next.
As she watched Sofie took up another dildo, that was thicker than the first, and she greased that too, and she rammed it hard into the ass-hole of her panty slave. He cried out with the pain that he felt when she did that, and she moaned with pleasure at the passion that she felt from dildo-raping his ass-hole.
She shoved the dildo all the way into his ass-hole, and then she put the panties over it, so that it would stay in place. She smiled at the way that she had humiliated her slut of a slave, and she knew that he loved it because his cock was now bigger than she had ever seen it, and she sighed with passion. She knew that sometime soon she would strap on a dildo and fuck him with it, but now she wanted to humiliate him some more, and she decided that she would not give him the pleasure of having him fuck the other slave.
Instead she decided that she would suck the slave in front of him, to tease him and drive him wild. So she tied his hands behind his back, and then sat him down in a chair, and she secured him to that with a rope that passed across his chest and around the back of the chair, and then she and Steffie went at each other like two animals while Brent watched helplessly.
His cock was throbbing, and the pain that he had been feeling from the dildo that was in his ass had turned, by now, mostly to pleasure, and the sight of the two women making it in front of him was driving him wild with lust. He knew that if his hands had been free he would not have been able to keep from playing with his hard cock, but as it was he could simply sit and watch, his cock throbbing with lust.
Steffie moaned as her mistress sucked her, and then Steffie gasped with pure and unadulterated lust as she felt the thin dildo that had been the first thing that Brent had ever taken up his ass-hole being slid into her ass. It felt very good as it went up in her, and she moaned with lust, and she started to talk to her mistress.
"Yes mistress, fuck my ass-hole, dildo-fuck my ass-hole, rape me in the ass. Do it hard, suck me, fuck my ass-hole, lick my clit, make me come and make me come so hard that I will be weak for a long time. Oooo, yes that feels so damn good."
Sofie got hot from these words of her slave, and she got even hotter as she looked up at Brent, whose cock was hard as a rock, and who looked at the two women and burned with lust. She knew that the next phase of his training would involve his maid's outfit, and that she would invite a couple of dominant women who were friends of hers to help with his training. She knew that he would do anything for her, and that he was hers, a true slave who loved to dress in women's clothing. Steffie' moans drew her attention away from Brent.
The hot little slut loved the feel of the hard dildo that was jammed up her ass. and Sofie stopped sucking the little slut, and when she did that the slut started to play with herself. and her fingers were flying over her hard clit, and she sighed and grunted and moaned with the passion that filled her, and she started to come, started to come hard, the juices flowing like a river of thick rich cream from her hot and soaking cunt. Sofie looked at the slut, and she knew that Brent would have given anything, at that moment, to be released from the chair to which she had bound him, would have given anything to have been allowed to fuck the hot slut who was playing with her cunt in front of him.
But there was nothing that Brent could do, for he was in the power of his mistress, and she loved the control she had over him, she loved knowing that he would do anything for her, and that soon he would be her maid.
In the lust that filled her Sofie managed to find a release from the pressures of running her firm, and she forgot, for the time being, about the problems that she was having, about the gamble that she was taking, and about the fact that Ann still had not contacted the office. All that she cared about was her slaves and the pleasures that she could get from them, and they were both moaning, Steffie from the lusts that she was fulfilling with her fingers, and Brent from the passion that he could do nothing about, the lust that made his hard cock throb against the sheer nylon of the panties that he wore. Sofie let her slut masturbate until the little bitch was so tired that she stopped, and then she left the slut alone, and turned her attention to her cross-dressing slave who was bound to the chair.
"I see that my little girl is hard and ready. Well. I think that I shall play with his cock while he sits tied to the chair. Oh, doesn't my little shit look nice in his bra and his panties and his shoes. Tomorrow night, since it is Friday, I am going to have some female friends over, and you will be our maid. Mmmmmm, I know that my little piece of shit will like to wear his French maid's uniform. Mmmmmm, I know that he-likes it when his mistress touches his hard cock through the nylon of his panties. Beg me to play with it, beg me, or I will stop, and I will leave you here tied to this chair all night."
"Oh mistress, please make it come, please play with it," said Brent.
Then she waited for him to say more, but he fell silent, being so filled with lust that he found that he could hardly talk. She toyed for a while with his cock, and then she took it out of his panties, and she rubbed it skillfully, and she knew that it would not be long before he came all over her hands.
She grinned at him and he moaned with lust, and she did it faster and faster, and Ms cock was slick with the juices that were dripping from it, and then he gave a loud grunt and a groan, and he shot hard, all over her hand and his panties.
"All right you worm lick my hands clean," she said, and then she gave him her semen-covered hands, and he was licking them clean, and she loved the feel of his tongue as it licked his own come from her fingers. When he had cleaned her fingers off she untied him, and left him with some food in his room, and she looked at Steffie who was asleep, being so tired from all of the time she had come. Sofie smiled down at the slave, and she thought about letting the hot cunt sleep there, but she did not want the girl to be there in the morning, and so she woke her up, and sent her home.
Then Sofie went to sleep, and she tried to sleep, but all at once the problems of work came flooding back to her, and she sighed and tossed and turned for most of the night. She had fallen asleep finally, just as dawn was breaking, but then her alarm was ringing, and she dragged herself up and she went off to work.
Then she had some good news, for she found out that one of the places that had made shoes for her for a long time had had a big cancellation, and they wanted to know if they could take the extra business that she had. It was just barely not too late, for all of the agreements with new factories had been over the phone, and nothing had been signed, and she talked it over with the new people whom she had contacted, and they understood her situation, and knew that she was doing the right thing, even if it meant that she would take some business from them.
That good news relaxed her a lot, and she took a long lunch, and relaxed, and called a couple of friends to have dinner with her that night and to then help with the slave whom she was training as a maid. But then she started to think about Ann, and she did not worry about not having the new lines from abroad, but she worried about the safety of her friend. She knew that Ann could take care of herself, but it was not like her not to have sent a cable.
So even though it was after midnight in Paris, she called the hotel where Ann was supposed to have been staying and they told her that Ann had vanished without paying the bill. Sofie said that she would wire the money.
When she said that she would pay they loosened up considerably, and they said that she had fled Paris, but that as far as they knew she was safe, and that the man who was chasing her had not caught her. Sofie was shaken at this news, but the people to whom she was talking did not know anything more, and she hung up feeling very upset. She did not know what she would do now since she did not think that she could go through with the punishment that she had planned for the evening.
In London Ann however had been thinking about calling her friend, and she decided that she would risk it, before she and Basil got down to the session that they were about to have. So she called, and Sofie was very happy to hear from her.
"Where are you baby? Are you all right? What the hell is going on?"
"I'm all right, and I can't talk for long, and I should be back in New York over the weekend, I don't know when, and I'll call you when I am at the airport. Look, it's a hell of a long story, and I still don't know if it all will work out all right, but I just thought that I would let you know that I am OK. Try not to worry, and I've got to go now." The line went dead, and Sofie shook her head, and she wondered if Sofie had been forced to say what she had. But she knew her friend and fellow worker well, and her voice had not been the voice of someone who was captive. She shook her head, but all in all she was happy to know that Ann was alive and well. Now she knew that she could have a decent evening, and she hoped that she could lose herself in the sex that she was going to have, and thus forget the worry that she felt.
She left the office early, and she met her friends at a bar where they sometimes went, and they sipped drinks, and talked of this and that. Sofie looked at Carla and Jane, who were dominants like her, and she smiled as she thought of how they all would abuse the slut who was becoming her cross-dressing maid.
Carla was tall and big and blonde. She was over six feet, and not fat, but big, with huge tits and a big ass. She looked the part of a mistress, and she played it to perfection, and her slaves loved her, for she was an expert.
As Sofie talked about the training that she had already put Brent through the other women's eyes gleamed with lust, and soon their cunts were dripping, and they knew that soon they would go back to the apartment, and that there the punishment would begin. Carla's huge nipples were swollen, and she could hardly wait.
Jane was slim and not too tall, about five four, and she looked very sweet, with her light brown hair, but in fact she was as cruel a bitch as ever held a whip in her delicate hands. She loved to see slaves crawl, and she liked to be sucked for a long time, until her slaves were tired, and begged to be released from the clamps of her strong thighs. And she too was hot now, and she longed to get down to the action.
And then Sofie knew that she too could wait no longer, and soon the three of them were in a cab, and then they were in the apartment, and Sofie was showing them the costume that Brent was to wear for the first time.
They were hot and ready, but they also knew that they would want a cock to fuck that night, and that Brent would not do. So Sofie called Jack, a slave of hers with a huge cock that he knew how to use, and he said that he would be over and they knew that they would fuck him in front of Brent, and that for tonight he would only be allowed hands on his cock.
They had all brought costumes, and they changed into them. Carla wore sandals and long black gloves and a studded collar, and she also wore a belt of black leather around her waist, a belt that she knew she would take off and use to whip a slave before the evening was over. She played a little with her wet cunt, and she was hot and ready.
Jane wore a riding outfit, and she was dressed only from the waist down, and she carried a riding crop. Sofie, just for the sake of contrast, was naked except for a pair of black pumps. The women looked at each other, and they knew that it would be a long evening of lust. Sofie thought for a minute about Ann, but then the lusts that were building in her, that were filling her cunt with cream and making her nipples swell with lust drove her worries from her, and she thought only of the sex and the sadism that was to come.
Brent, in his room, had heard the women come in, and he knew that soon he would be in for another night of sex and punishment. His cock was hard, and he ached with lust, and he knew that he was a true slave at heart.
CHAPTER FOUR
Back in London Ann was ready to begin the punishment of her slave. Basil knelt before her and kissed the leather of her boots. He could feel her toes flexing as her cunt-smell started to fill the air of the room, and his cock was hard, and he longed for the sting of the whip. He knew that she would give him what he needed, and he hoped that she would be cruel, for then he knew that he would get the maximum amount of pleasure out of what she was going to do to him.
He had been beaten all throughout his boyhood, most often by cruel women, and all of them had taken a sexual pleasure in it, and often had.played with his cock while they hit him and he had sensed their lusts, and from that time on his sexuality was inextricably linked to being whipped. He continued to kiss the boots of the hot bitch who was going to dominate him, and he longed for the kiss of the whip.
"Present your ass for my whip, you little worm, and you must play with your cock while I hit you, but you must not come." He knelt, facing away from her, and he moaned with lust as the first harsh blows hit his wailing ass.
She stood facing him, so that she could let him look at her, and she reached over and behind him to whip his ass, which was soon red and burning from the punishment that she was giving him. And while she hit him he was playing with his cock, and it was soon slick with the juices that were leaking from it, and she liked the way that it looked, and she liked the sounds that it made as he played with it. She hit his ass for a long time, and he took all of it, liking the pain, needing the pain, and Ann's cunt was wet and hot when she finally decided to stop whipping his ass.
"Come on my boots, slave," she said, and he moved into position and he moaned with pleasure and with the need to come and worked his hard dick faster. She inhaled briefly, and flared her nostrils, and she watched his cock, wanting to see the semen shooting out of it, loving it when they came in front of her. It was the power that she liked, the power and the sex, the knowing that the slave was hers. Hers to whip, hers to fuck in the ass with a dildo, hers to punish and abuse.
He grunted, and his hand flew even faster over the hard shaft of his dick, and then his cock got a little bigger, and the hole at its end opened some, and she knew that he was about to do it, was about to come on her boots. She felt her cunt getting even wetter as she watched him and then the first burst of sticky come was coming out of it, all over the soft and supple leather of her boots. She flexed her toes as he came, coming hard all over the leather. Finally he was done, and she ordered him to clean her boots with his tongue, and she felt even hotter as she watched him.
"Do you want to suck my wet cunt? Yes, I know that you do, I know that you want to lick it, to taste it, and I know that you want to lick my ass-hole too. Mmmmmm, I know that it would taste good. But you are a naughty boy, and I do not know if I should let you lick it. First you will have to take a dildo up your ass, and then we shall see. Here is some oil. Lie on your back, raise your legs, and work the oil up your ass-hole until you can get three fingers inside yourself. If you do not do this, I shall simply ignore you for the rest of the night."
She leaned against the edge of a table, and she played slowly with her wet cunt as she watched Basil starting to oil his ass. First he used one finger to work the grease up his rear, and that went in easily enough. Then he moaned with pain and with pleasure as he added the second finger, and he worked the two fingers in and out of his ass-hole with real vigor. He did that for a long time, and Ann was very hot, and she slipped two fingers into her cunt, and she was so wet that she felt as if she had used some of that oil herself.
Then he grunted and he got the third finger up in his ass-hole. It hurt him, and it was a tight fit, but he knew that that was what she wanted, and she moaned with lust as she saw that he had been able to comply with her orders. His cock was hard again, even though he had come so recently, and she knew that he wanted her to touch it, and she loved the feeling of power that she had as she looked at him.
"Very well slave, I shall fuck you in the ass-hole with my strap-on dildo, so you may remove your fingers from your hole." He did as she had said for him to do, and he lay on his back, in just the position that he had been lying, and then he moaned as she strapped on the rubber cock, and then she was on him, as if he were a woman and she a man fucking him in the missionary position.
She worked the cock into his ass-hole, and she felt his cock hard against her belly, and her tits pressed into his chest, and she was hot, and she reached down and played with her clit as she dildo-fucked his ass-hole.
"You must not come slave, even if you like the way that my soft belly rubs against your hard cock. And you must he still while your mistress fucks you."
He moaned a little, and the friction of her belly against his cock felt good, so good that he did not know if he could stand it. But he managed to hold back, and she fucked him hard, and she worked her clit while she did that and she was hot and she knew that it would not be long before she came.
She moaned then, and she bit her lips with the lusts that filled her. Her cunt was gooey and hot, and she knew that if there had been another man there she would have fucked him, have taken his hard cock deep inside her belly-mouth, and fucked him until he was dead to the world, and his cock hung limp and useless in his groin. But she would not do a slave the honor of fucking him, at least not like that, and she had to content herself with playing with her clit. She started to come, and she shook quietly as she did that, and she fought to keep from showing just how good she felt, for she did not want her slave to know just how much pleasure she was getting.
Then she pulled the rubber dick out of his ass-hole, and she gave it to him to lick, and he moaned as he sucked it, and his cock was hard and throbbing. She wondered if after he came again he would have enough stamina to come a third time, and she knew that she would keep him going after she jerked him off.
She waited until he had cleaned off the dildo and then she knelt beside him and she started to play with his cock, subtly and slowly. He moaned with lust, and he knew that he was helpless in her hands, and that he would come no matter what she said she would do to him if he did.
"Does my naughty pig like it when his mistress plays with his hard cock? I know that he is going to come all over his mistress' hands, and I can tell that he is going to shoot. I know that he-likes to spend all day playing with his cock, and that he dreams of putting it in me, of fucking my wet cunt. But he knows that that is not allowed. Mmmmmm, that feels good, my little shit, doesn't it? Yes, here it comes, here comes the sperm."
He moaned with lust, and then he started to shoot, and he came very hard, although there was not as much juice in him as there had been the first time. He moaned and shook with lust, and when he was done he licked off her hand, and she moaned a little since she was very hot, and she stood over him where he lay on the rug.
She could not help it, she just had to play with her wet pussy, and she stroked and rubbed it, and she came again and again, moaning with lust. She laughed out loud as she saw that his cock was getting hard again, but she was tired and she did not want to take the trouble to make him come again, and so she left him, and they said goodnight.
The next day passed quickly, and she was packed by the late afternoon, and she slept until one in the morning, when with the wig on her head she set out for the north of England, and then Scotland. The drive was long and boring, and they did not stop all the way to Glasgow, except for food and gas and the bathroom. The driver took her to a room where she slept, and then she cleaned herself up, and before she knew it she was on the plane for New York, and she arrived on Sunday.
But let us go back now to the training of Brent, and follow it through to the time of the phone call that Ann made to Sofie. .
On Friday night Carla and Jane and Sofie were hot for their slave, and they knew that too they would have the hard cock of Jack to fuck and they knew that it was time to begin. Sofie brought Brent in and the other women looked him over. He was naked, and the female clothing that he was to wear was waiting for him.
"I see that the little shit has a hard-on, and no one has said that he is allowed to have one. Well, I think that I shall whip him now, before he gets to put on the lingerie and the outfit that give him so much pleasure. Look at how the worm is hard from thinking about the feel of nylon against his skin. All right worm, bend over for your spanking."
Brent did so, and Jane brought her palm down hard against his ass, and he moaned with lust, and then with pain as the force with which she hit him increased. His cock stayed hard however, despite the pain that he was feeling, and she hit him harder and harder, for she wanted his cock to go down. But he liked the pain too much for that, and even when she was done he was hard.
Jane was disappointed in her slave, and she looked to the others for some ideas.
For a moment not one of them spoke, since they were too preoccupied with the sight of the red ass of the slave. Although Brent was in a world of burning pain, his cock was hard, and he knew that if he were allowed to come he would come hard, and he hoped that he would serve Sofie and her dominant friends, as well as he could.
Finally Carla spoke. "Let us dildo-fuck the little shit. All right slave, bend over so that I can oil that ass-hole of yours, and I do not want any shit out of you, or it will go very hard with you." The other women watched with faces that were masks of lust as Brent bent over and spread the cheeks of his ass. They gazed for a moment at the tight ass-hole, so wrinkled and so brown, that soon was to be penetrated and raped with the dildo. They loved the power that they felt as they watched, and they knew that their cunts would be even hotter and wetter when the slave was well-fucked. He moaned with lust as he felt the strong fingers of Carla starting to grease his tight ass-hole, and he buried his head in the carpet, serving her.
Carla shoved two of her greasy fingers into the slave-ass that was hers for the moment, and the other two women watched with parted lips, panting and grunting with the lusts that filled them as they watched the violation of the slave. He was in pain now for Carla was working her fingers hard in and out of his ass-hole, and she soon had added a third finger to the two with which she had started to penetrate him. He could hardly take the three greasy digits up his ass, and for a few moments he wondered if they were not going too far. But then he grew used to the feel of the fingers up his ass, and his cock, which had been drooping a Utile, rose once again to its full state of erection. He longed to play with it, but he knew that as he had not been given permission to play with it he dared not touch it.
"Yes, fuck the ass-hole of the little shit with your fingers, do it to him hard and fast, make him feel it. Carla, put the dildo in, since it is big and hard and it will teach the little worm that we mean business." Carla nodded, but for a few moments she continued to work her greased fingers in and out of the slave-ass, since she was so hot from what she was doing that it was hard to stop. Finally she pulled her fingers out of Brent's ass-hole, and she grinned at her friends.
The slave did not move, but simply stayed in his place on the floor, and waited for the next assault on his ass-hole. It was not long in coming, for soon he felt the hard head of a huge rubber cock being pushed against the already violated entrance to his virgin ass-hole. He gasped with pain as it started to slide into him, and soon it hurt so much that it was all that he could do to keep from begging for mercy. The three mistresses, Carla who was fucking the slave's ass-hole with the dildo, and Sofie and Jane, who were watching, were getting so hot that it was hard to keep on punishing the slut. But they knew that they wanted to see him dressed as a woman, and that they would do that before they got around to satisfying the lusts that were burning their cunts. They watched with hard tits and wet pussies.
Carla had worked the hard artificial cock all the way up the ass-hole of the slave, and she left it all the way up for a while, and while it was in the ass-hole that was stretched so painfully around it she started to spank the ass of the slave. He was moaning with pain, and Jane saw with a grin that his cock was going down, and she knew then that they had the control that they wanted over the little shit.
Carla, having grown tired of spanking, went back to playing with the dildo, and she started to work it in and out of the tight ass-hole of Brent Miller. Still he felt nothing but pain, and he longed for the time when he would be allowed to put on women's clothing, for though that would be humiliating, it would not hurt. But for now he had to take the pain, and he did not know if he could do so for much longer. But after a while his ass-hole grew used to the intruder in it, and then Brent started to get hard again, and so Carla pulled the greasy dildo out of his ass, and then all three of the women watched with evident satisfaction as the slave was forced to lick the dildo clean. He moaned with lust as he did that, for he loved being humiliated like that, and he knew that if he were allowed to come that night he would come hard and long, from the punishment that he was getting. He looked up at the three women who were in control of him, and then as he saw that they were offended by that, he dropped his eyes and looked only at their feet. They flexed their ankles as he looked at them, and he felt his cock getting so hard that he could hardly stand it. He knew that he shouldn't, but he started to jerk-off.
"What., you little piece of shit, you subhuman turd, do you dare to touch that miserable cock of yours without the permission of your mistress? Carla, tie his hands so that he cannot touch his cock." And Sofie watched with a cruel smile as the slave had his hands tied, and then she and her friends knew that it was time to begin the dressing of the slave who was to be a maid. They made him put on the panties and the bra, and even though he was in pain, from the spanking that he had gotten and from the dildo that had been rammed up his ass-hole, he got so hot from the feel of the bra and panties against his skin that he soon did not care about the pain.
His cock throbbed against the nylon of the panties, and once again he longed to whack off, to play with his hard dick, and his mistresses knew that he wanted to do that, wanted to come for them, but they loved knowing that he was totally and completely in their power, and they laughed cruelly at the lusts of their slave.
"The little shit is hot, isn't he? I think it is time for the dress and the shoes, and then he can serve us with his tongue." When Jane had spoken the others nodded, and soon Brent was in heels that were painfully tight, and in a cute dress, a maid's outfit, black with a frilly white apron. He loved the way that it felt to be dressed like that, and now that the pain had eased so that he could hardly feel it he longed to serve Sofie forever, to be her willing slave. They made him walk around the room and laughed as he fell from not knowing how to walk in the shoes. Then they told him to bend at their feet, and he licked the shoes that they were wearing until the leather was shiny with his spittle. His cock pressed hard against the panties that he was wearing, and made a tent in the front of the skirt of his outfit. He knew then that dressing in women's clothes was the fulfillment of one of his most secret fantasies, and he knew that he had never felt as excited as he was at this moment. He moaned as he licked shoes, moaned with the lusts that filled him. He knew that he had to come, and desperately tried to rub his cock through the clothes that he wore, but they could tell what he was doing and soon they made him stop, and spanked him for a while for doing what he did. He ached then for they had hit him hard, and his cock drooped a little, but he was still so hot and so horny that he was desperate for sex. He wanted to suck them, to taste their flesh, to lick their gamy ass-holes. Their cunts dripped with passion.
Then Carla could stand it no longer, and she knew that she had to have a slave-tongue on her cunt. And she loved the way that the slave looked in his outfit, and she knew that she would have him suck her off for a long time. He moaned with lust as she spread the lips of her cunt, and she played with it in front of him for-a while, and she got hotter and hotter while she did that. She knew that she would let him suck her, for a long time, but for the moment she wanted to tease him and she laughed at the way that he looked at her. The other two women were also hot and he knew that it would not be long before they were sucking each other off.
Finally, after a long time of teasing, Carla was ready to have her slave suck her cunt, and she grabbed his head, and pulled him to her, and she moaned with lust as she felt the first warm touches of his tongue on her wet cunt. She locked her legs around his head, so that he could hardly breathe. She loved the feeling of control that she had, knowing that he would do anything for her, including suck her cunt for as long as she wanted him to. He was moaning with pleasure as he sucked her off, and his cock was very hard, and had made a wet spot in the front of his skirt. The other two women were ready to go, and soon they were playing with their cunts as they watched the slave, dressed in his maid's outfit, sucking Carla.
Sofie worked two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, and she moaned with the lusts that filled her, that made her cunt so wet and her tits so hard. She rubbed the stiff nipples of both her breasts. She sighed and groaned with lust as she did that, and Jane, who was also masturbating, and hot, added her moans to those of her fellow mistresses. Brent thought that he was, as it were, in slave heaven, and he felt as if all that he wanted to do for the rest of his life was to suck the cunt of the hot bitch who, only so recently, had jammed a dildo up his ass. He could still feel a touch of the pain that she had inflicted on him, but it was mostly pleasure that he felt, pleasure at the clothes that he was wearing, and pleasure at the taste and the smell of the wet twat that he was licking. Carla moved so that her slave could lick her clit, and she was almost ready to come, and she raised her hips off the chair on which she was sitting, and she ground them hard against Brent's face. The other women were also close to coming.
"Suck my clit harder, you little worm, suck it and make your mistress come," said Carla, and the other two women worked their own clits harder as they heard her words. The air was filled with the sexy odor of wet cunt, and the sounds of passion that were in the room made Brent's cock even harder. He wanted to play with it as he sucked the cunt of the hot bitch who watched him cruelly, but he knew that it was not allowed, and so he could only moan with the lusts that filled him.
Then Carla was coming under his tongue, and she moaned loudly, and her large frame shook with the force of the passion that filled her. On and on went her climax, for she made sure that the mouth and tongue and lips of her slave did not leave her clit as she came. The other two women stopped playing with their wet cunts so that they could watch, and the both were impressed with the force of the pleasure that was shaking Carla. Brent hung on for dear life, sucking harder and harder, and hardly being able to breathe. But he did not care, and simply moaned with pleasure from the pleasure that he was giving his mistress. Finally she was done, and she smiled at the little worm, and she knew that she would let him play with his dick for her, that she would let him come on the rug and then lick it up.
But first she looked to the others for approval, and the two of them, being so far gone with lust that they could not speak, nodded their assent. And then Brent at last could touch his hard cock, and he was working it hard, and he loved knowing and feeling that he was in a maid's outfit, and that he was at the feet of three hot cunts who loved to humiliate and whip him. Although he had thought that he would shoot almost as soon as he touched his hard cock, he did not, and in fact jerked his cock for a while in front of the three women. They were hot from watching him, and came as they watched, and their cries and moans excited him greatly. He sighed and panted with the effort of working his hard cock, and his prick was wet with the juices that were leaking from it, and Brent's hand made loud and slurping noises as it slid up and down along the slick shaft of his cock. Harder and harder he worked it, and then he grunted and tensed and as his cock swelled just a little more all of the people in the room knew that it would not be long before he shot. The three women stopped playing with their wet cunts so that they could watch, and they had those expressions of total lust that glazed their eyes on their faces.
The room was silent, except for the sounds that Brent was making as he came closer and closer to coming. Harder and harder he worked it, and then as he held his breath his cock heaved and bucked, and then he was shooting onto the rug. There was an impressive amount of come, and the women watched with lusty delight as he emptied his loins in front of them When he was done they made him clean off the mg with his tongue, and they loved watching him do that, for they knew that the fact that he would do that meant that he was totally in their power.
When he was done he was taken back to his room, and tied to the bed for the night. The three women masturbated a little more, and then sat around chatting and drinking. Finally they left, and then Sofie started to wonder again about Ann, and despite the phone call she was worried, and she worried all weekend until Sunday.
On Sunday afternoon, early, Sofie was sitting and reading the paper when the phone rang, and it was Ann from the airport, none the worse for wear. She took a cab and arrived at So fie's about an hour and a half later, and the two women hugged each other for a long time.
"Oh baby, I was so worried. What happened? Tell me about it baby, and are you sure that you're OK?" And Sofie looked anxiously at her friend.
"Honey, I'm fine, but right now I am so tired that I can hardly think. Let me go home and sleep, and I'll see you at the office tomorrow. OK?"
"Sure baby, I'll have the doorman get you a cab." And Ann went home, and she fell asleep until nearly noon on the following day, and when she awoke it was as if the whole mess abroad had never happened, and she felt good, and she went to the office with her head high, looking good. There she told Sofie the whole thing, and Sofie shook her head in wonder at the fact that Ann had gotten away, and she knew that she would not let her go back to Europe for a good long time. The women then got down to business, and poured over the data that Ann had brought. Ann was ecstatic over the news of the big order that Sofie had gotten, and the two women knew that business would be good.
But in England a slimy character, who hung around the East End of London, and who would do anything for a pound or two, stepped to a phone booth, and called a number in Paris collect. He spoke quickly, and gave Jean's henchman Ann's New York address. Jean's aide promised the stool-pigeon an extra ten pounds.
CHAPTER FIVE
In Paris Jean talked to an American, John Slocum, who had done work for him before, and he told the man that he wanted Ann kidnapped, and brought to France for his pleasure. It was not that he wanted her that badly, but rather that he was very angry at the way that she had outwitted him and knew that he had to seek his revenge. Had she given in to him in Paris when they had first met he would probably have used her for his pleasure for perhaps a month, and would then have let her go. But now he knew that when he got her he would keep her for a while, and he burned with lust and with anger as he thought of what she had done to him.
Slocum took the Concorde to New York, and he was there on Tuesday afternoon, staying at the Pierre, and enjoying life on the money that he had been given for expenses. He lazed around the room and took a nap, and then he started to think of how he would get the bitch whom he had been sent to kidnap. He knew that she liked to dominate, and he decided that he would get to know her, let her enslave him, and then rebel and take her away. He had brought some pentothal, and a hypodermic, and he knew that once he had drugged her he could call a certain number, and then men would come and put her on a French freighter, and that would be the last that she saw of New York, at least for a while. He decided to simply watch her for a couple of days, and then to meet her on the weekend.
He went out, and had a decent meal, though Paris had spoiled him as far as food was concerned. The coffee in America, he thought, was just not the same. Then he walked back up to the hotel, and watched television for a while, and then he knew that he would spend some of his money on a whore. He knew that he could pick up a sex paper and call an escort service, but that was too risky, since you never knew what you were getting, and besides, the Pierre was not the kind of hotel where one of those girls would have an easy time. But he had the number of an exclusive whorehouse, that he patronized when he was in New York, and he was sure that on a Tuesday night there would be no problem getting an appointment. He said that he wanted two girls for two hours, and set it up for ten.
He knew that with Greek his party would run him close to five hundred, since the base price for one girl for an hour was one twenty five, and he put five fifty in an envelope in his breast pocket, and hopped a cab up to Park Avenue in the eighties, where the house occupied a duplex in a building where the tenants did not suspect what went on there. He walked in, and saw that there were three girls working and that they all were stunning. He relaxed with a Scotch, and looked them over.
Jennifer was about five-five, with a pouty face, dark hair, great legs and tits that made him hot. Mary was a small red head, who looked like she would never quit. And Sara was a tall, busty blonde, who swung her legs seductively as she looked at him.
The girls liked the way that he looked, slim and lean and tough, and they liked the fact that he was relaxed, and they could tell that he would not be a problem. Of course, the clientele of the house was screened carefully enough so that a problem from a trick was unlikely, and besides there was a bouncer with his dog behind the scenes. But he was not old and fat, and though they were pros they felt a little touch of lust as they looked at him. Besides, they knew that he had a lot of cash to spend, and it was a Tuesday, a slow night, and they could use the money. They got half of the price, and sometimes hustled the Johns for tips, although they were not supposed to.
Finally he picked Jennifer and Sara, since he liked them bosomy, and they took him to a lavish bedroom, with a bathroom off it. "What kind of party are you interested in?" said Sara, and he paid for the two of them for two hours, French and straight and Greek, and the two girls sucking each other. That was four fifty, and he tipped them each fifty up front. They told him to strip and shower, and left him. He took a quick shower, and he lay down on the bed, and his cock was hard and dripping.
They came back in and smiled at his erection and then they looked over his cock, pumping it a little to make sure that there was no discharge. Then, silently, they stripped, and Sara lay down on the bed and started to suck his cock, and he motioned to Jennifer to sit on his face. Sara sucked him slowly, and her mouth was very wet and warm, and he could tell that she did not have a piece of rubber in her mouth, and she was good at what she was doing. He started to drip in her mouth, and from time to time she would turn her head to spit. But she sucked him slowly and well, and played with his balls while she did so.
He sucked hard on the cunt of Sara, and she sat quite still as he did that, and he knew that part of their style was not to show any emotion. But he licked the cunt that was in his face skillfully, and sucked up the whole area around the clit into his mouth, and soon she was dripping, and her clit was hard between his lips. It was a big clit, and soon she was breathing harder, and moaning, and he looked up and he saw that her tits were getting hard. Sara was still blowing him, moving her wet mouth slowly over his cock, concentrating like the expert that she was on the underside of the head of his cock. She toyed with his balls, and she felt herself getting just a touch aroused although she had had so many cocks in her mouth that she hardly got a thrill from sucking one anymore.
He liked the total anonymity of the sex, the fact that he had paid and that there would not be any morning after, any phone calls, any talk of love. For he had found that so many women who fancied themselves liberated really longed for love, and would cling like hell to someone who picked them up and showed them a good time. Sara blew him harder, and as his climax approached Jennifer got off his face, and he arched his hips off the bed on which he was lying, and soon he shot, coming hard, and Sara took his come in her mouth, and then she went to the bathroom to spit it out.
He lay on the bed, and the two girls lay around naked next to him, smoking, and they talked a little. He said that he was in New York on business, and they had no reason to doubt it, for the suit was custom made and so were the shoes, and they knew that money was not a problem for him. They did not care, really, who he was, as long as he paid and did not hassle them. About twenty minutes were gone of his time, and he knew that he would come again, after he watched the two of them sucking each other off. So he told them to do that, and they started, trying not to show any pleasure. But they were getting sort of hot, and soon they gave up trying to hide it, and he watched with lust as they slid and slithered against each other, and soon the room smelled of their wet cunts. They were really hot and he knew that they were coming, and he knew better than to talk about it, for there was the matter of their pride. He was hard again, and he knew that he would fuck one of them up the ass-hole, and that he would have to use a rubber to do that, but after all it could not be helped, and he did not care.
He picked Jennifer, and she got on all fours on the bed, and Sara slipped the rubber on him, and smeared some jelly around its tip, and greased the other girl's ass-hole, and then he was pushing his cock into her ass. He slid in easily, and he knew that she had taken a lot of cock up her rear, and he liked that, liked knowing that she was a whore, who made no pretense about the value of sex. He knew other women in New York, who would fuck him if he took them to Le Grenouille, and then perhaps dancing at the Rainbow room, with a nightcap somewhere else, but he did not want to put up with the bullshit, with pretending that he cared about them.
He cared about some women, the ones who could think and who could take care of themselves, the ones who would take cash instead of dinner, or who would fuck him without the bullshit, expecting nothing more than mutual pleasure. But soon he did not think about anything except the ass-hole of the hooker whom he was fucking, and he rammed her hard, his big cock hurting her a little, but she was a pro, and did not complain. He fucked her ass-hole for a long time, and although he was close he kept slipping away, off the edge, and finally he stopped, and he had Jennifer blow him, and found an extra twenty so that Sara would rim him while he got is cock sucked.
Finally he came, and there were a few minutes left, but he didn't care, and he showered again, and dressed, and went back to the hotel to sleep. He was sated and thought now only of the job at hand, of taking Ann back to France. He knew that he would have to kiss her boots to get close to her, and he did not like that, for if he got into that sort of thing, it was in the other direction. But he was getting well-paid, and he did not really care. He watched an old movie for a while, and then he slept, thinking that he would watch the office tomorrow and see where she went for lunch.
Sofie and Ann spent Wednesday on business, but Sofie found time to tell her friend about the new slave whom she had, and both women found that they were getting hot and excited as they thought about punishing Brent, and about how he looked in the clothes that they made him wear, and that excited him so much. They knew that he was a true submissive, and they liked that, and felt a kind of affection for him. Ann and Sofie went to a decent restaurant in the neighborhood, and Slocum spotted them and took i table as close to them as he could get.
He made no attempt to pick Ann up. but he spent some time eyeing her shoes, until he was sure that she noticed, and he turned away and made himself blush when she wiggled her toes as he watched. The heads of the two women went together, and he could tell that they were talking about him and they laughed. He knew that they both were interested. In fact, he sensed that they were ready to pick him up right then and there, but he left before they had a chance, knowing that that would increase the mystery.
'Who is he?" said Ann. "I've never seen him around, but he is sure good-looking and I am sure that he was getting into my feet. Did you see the way that he blushed? I bet he dreams of being dominated, and that we could have him. Do you know who he is? Ever seen him around?"
"No I haven't," said Sofie, "But maybe he's just in New York on business. That would be OK if he is here for a while. But unless he shows up here again we'll never know Tell you what, let's eat here tomorrow and see if he shows; and if he does, we'll see. But if he is not here, forget it, I've got a slave at home, and there are lots of them around."
Slocum had been chatting at the register, out of sight but not out of hearing of the two women, and he smiled to himself as he listened to their conversation, and he knew that he had them. But there was one problem: he wanted to be with Ann alone, since if he was with both of them it would be difficult. But he had baited the trap, and spent the rest of the day wandering around the city, and stayed in that night, watching old movies. He did not drink, since he had decided that he would make his move on the next day, and he wanted a clear head.
As Slocum lay in his hotel room Ann and Sofie were in Sofie's apartment, both of them hot, ready to continue with the training of Brent. Both women wore black boots, and nothing else, and held riding crops. Their tits heaved with passion as they thought about the slave whom they were to punish, and they knew that they would make him crawl for them, and then they went to his bedroom where he was still tied to the bed. His cock was hard when they came in, and they smiled at that, and they moved to where he lay and then sat down on the bed.
Ann had brought the panties that she had worn that day, and she rubbed them over Brent's face as he lay on the bed. "Does the little worm like the smelly panties of his mistress? Look a the way that his cock is twitching as he sniffs them. I bet he wants to wear them, but his fat ass would wreck them. Let's jerk him off into them, and then make him lick them off, and then he can be the little girl that he wants to be. Come on Sofie baby, play with his cock, and make sure that you pinch it while you jerk him off. I want him to come but I sure don't want it to feel too good."
Sofie nodded, and the cunts of both of the women were wet with lust, and Sofie started to whack off her slave into Ann's soiled panties. Brent moaned with lust as he felt her hands on his cock, and soon he was dripping, and she liked mat, and she sighed for a moment with passion. But then she dug her nails into his cock, and now his moans were those of pain and not pleasure, and while she hurt his cock Ann moved to his chest, and started to pinch his nipples. Just when he started to lose his erection from the pain the two women would back off and get him hot again, and then they would start to hurt him all over again. They loved the way that they were teasing him, and they would have done it all night, except they wanted to see him in his maid's outfit. So finally Sofie worked his cock hard, and did not hurt it, and Ann stopped hurting his nipples, and simply watched.
He moaned, and he grunted, and strained against the bonds that held him to the bed, and soon his cock swelled, and he groaned with passion. Sofie slipped two of her strong fingers up the ass-hole of her slave, and that did it, for a few seconds after she did that he moaned and then she was watching impassively as he shot into Ann's panties. But though she kept her face expressionless, for the sake of her slave, her cunt was wet, and she knew that she needed to be sucked that night. But that would come later, and now she and Ann wanted to see him lick the panties clean.
"Mmmmmm, the little pig-likes to lick his come from my shit-stained panties, doesn't he?" said Ann, and she smiled cruelly down at her slave, who was moaning with lust as he licked his semen from the smelly nylon. Sofie watched with delight as her friend made sure that he got them clean, and then they released him from the bed, so that he could be dressed in the clothes that were ready for him. He was stiff from being tied up, but hot with anticipation of what was to come.
First they put on a bra and panties onto the slave, and he moaned with lust at the feel of the clothing that he was wearing, and he longed to look at himself in a mirror, and his cock was getting hard again, even though he had come so recently. The two women loved the way that he looked, and they knew that they just had to spank him, and the thought of spanking that panty-clad ass was a turn-on for both of them.
Sofie led the way to the living room and then she took him over her knee and she started to let him have it. At first he felt only pleasure from being so close to the wet cunt of his mistress, from feeling the way that she moved.
He gasped and whimpered with the pain that he felt, and then she started to hit him so hard that-the excitement that he felt from wearing the women's clothing went away, and then he bit his lip to keep from crying out, for he knew that if he made a fuss his punishment would be so much worse that he could not take it. Sofie's face was hot and sweaty, both with the exertions that she was making as she hit the ass of her slave, and also with the lust that she felt in her cunt. Ann watched, and she flexed her toes beneath the leather of her high boots. He was struggling now to keep from yelling and screaming, and tears of pain started to run freely down his cheeks. These tears just inflamed the lusts of the hot cunt who was hitting him all the more, and she loved the way that his ass was red beneath the panties that she was making him wear. He moaned and he groaned and he continued to cry, but she did not let up until a cramp in the arm with which she was hitting him forced her to stop. Then she looked at Ann, wondering if her friend wanted a turn at the slave, but Ann had gotten so turned on by watching the way in which Sofie had punished Brent that she was toying with her wet cunt, and she was lost to the world around her.
Sofie was hot too, but she wanted Brent in his maid's outfit, and she took him to her bedroom and made him get dressed. She saw that he was having less trouble with the shoes, and she loved the way that he looked, and he did too. For now that his ass was no longer getting hit his cock was hard again, and he throbbed with lust from the feel of the feminine clothing that he was wearing. He longed to touch his cock, to play with it under his skirt, but Sofie would not let him do that.
Sofie led him back to the living room where Ann, who had come once while the others were in the bedroom, smiled with lusty delight at the sight of the slave dressed as he was. She looked at the way that his cock was making a tent out of the front of the skirt, and she slapped at the tip of the bulge, and smiled cruelly at the way that he winced when she did that. She and Sofie made him kneel in front of them, and he licked their boots, and they sat very still while he did that, savoring the power and the control that they had over him. Finally they had had enough of that, and they had him stand up and start to dust the living room. While he was busy with that they were so hot that they forgot about him for the time being, and started to play with their wet cunts.
Ann, who had been playing with her cunt already, was opened wide and very gooey, and she slipped two fingers in and out of her cunt and they made loud noises that got both her and Sofie even hotter than they had been. Sofie too started to play with her cunt, and soon both women were writhing with lust and passionate depravity on the couch on which they sat. Sofie thought for a moment that they should suck each other off, as indeed they had done many a time, but both of them were so far gone with lust that they simply kept on playing with their cunts, moaning with lust as they did so.
Brent was still dusting around the room lurching a little in the heels that he was wearing, and from time to time, seeing that the two women were far gone with desire, he reached a hand under the skirt that he wore and played with his cock. He was careful not to come, however, for he knew that he would be punished severely if he did that. But the two women did not notice that he was playing with himself, and simply leaned back, eyes closed and boots creaking a little as they writhed with the pleasure that they were giving to themselves with their fingers. The smell of hot cunt filled the air, and Brent, as he inhaled that smell, thought that it was the sexiest scent that he had ever encountered. In fact, the smell of the leather of the boots that the two women wore mixed with the smell of hot cunt, and to this was added the smell of the clothes that Brent was wearing, and he was, as it were, drunk with desire from the odors that assailed his nostrils. In other words, his cock was so hard that he could hardly keep from coming just from the friction of the panties as they rubbed against it.
Sofie played hard with her throbbing clit, and then she slipped one of her fingers up her ass-hole, and she moaned with pleasure when she did that, and moved her ass hard against the couch on which she sat. The sounds of her flesh moving against the fabric of the couch, added to the smells of the room, made the two women and their slave hotter than they had been, and soon the women were moaning loudly and coming from the pleasure that they were giving themselves with their fingers. Brent kept dusting, but then he got so hot that he simply watched the two of them, and he longed to whack off as he watched.
Then Sofie saw that he was watching, and that his cock was hard as a rock, and she knew that she would punish him later for what he was doing, watching and not dusting, but for the moment she wanted to see his cock, and so she had him take it out and whack it off onto Ann's boots while she watched. This sight made her so hot that she came almost continuously, and she sighed and grunted and moaned with the lust that was filling her cunt with juice, that raced through her blood like fire. Ann too was hot and gooey, and her fingers were working faster than it seemed possible around and around in her cunt. She was transfixed by the sight of the slave who was jerking off onto her boot, and she could not resist kicking his cock a couple of times, and she laughed as he moaned with pain then. She wanted to see it come though, and so she stopped hurting him, and just let him beat his meat, and Sofie watched him waiting with parted lips to see him shoot.
Watching men masturbate for them was one of the things that the two women loved about being dominant, and the sight of a man dressed as a woman whacking off onto a black leather spike-heeled boot was heaven for them indeed. Brent's hand flew faster and faster along the slick shaft of his cock, and soon he knew that he was going to shoot a second time. But then Ann, sensing that he was going to shoot, told him to hold off, and to do it for as long as he could. She wanted to torture him like this, and she also wanted to play with her cunt for a long time while she watched her slave in action. Sofie liked the decision of her friend, and the cunts of both women were wide-open and filled with fingers as the slave played carefully with his cock. It was indeed the action of which Brent, prior to his meeting with Sofie, had only dreamed.
Finally Brent could not hold out any longer, and he moaned loudly and he shot all over the boots of his mistress. Ann watched him come with satisfaction, and then as always he had to lick up his come. After he had done he was sent to clean the kitchen, for he was not only a sex-slave but a housemaid as well. The two women showered and then Ann went home, while Sofie sat around and made sure that her new maid did a good job of cleaning. Finally she sent him to his room, and she did not tie him up, but let him alone for the night. He jerked off again after she had left him, thinking of the boots of his mistress. Sofie went to sleep pleased with the night.
Ann too was happy with the way that things had gone, and as she fell asleep she found that she was thinking about the handsome stranger whom she had seen that day while eating lunch with Sofie. She thought about whipping the shit out of him and him liking it, and then of if his cock was big, and things like that. She knew that he was attracted to her, and she was almost sure that she could talk him into being dominated, even if he did not know much about that. Her cunt got wet again as she thought about him, and she wondered if he would be there the next day. Then at last she slept, dreaming of Basil in England, and then tossing as she dreamt of her escape from Paris. She woke up sweaty, and then she fell back asleep, and slept peacefully until the morning.
Slocum rose early, and he readied the hypodermic, and slipped it into his pocket. He carried nothing else other than this needle, no weapons. He did not want to risk getting caught with concealed weapons on him, and he was good enough at unarmed combat so that he was sure that he could take Ann even if Sofie was with her. He did not really look forward to being dominated, but he knew that it was the surest way to get into a position in which he could kidnap Ann. He spent the morning making arrangements. He had Ann's home address, and he was counting on going there, and he arranged for three men, a driver and two others, to be nearby that night, and he told them to call her apartment at midnight. He thought then that it would have been better to carry a transmitter, but again he had decided that that would be too risky, since it might slip out of his clothing when he was with Ann, and then things might get a little messy. But he knew that she would sleep for a few hours from the dose he was going to give her, and he did not worry much.
CHAPTER SIX
Sofie and Ann spent the morning busy with the affairs of the company, and at last they were sure that all was well with the huge order that Sofie had been busy with before Ann's troubles crowded in. They knew that it would mean a handsome profit that quarter, and they had things so well under control by lunch that when they got to the restaurant they ordered champagne. They got a little giggly, but they kept wondering about the stranger whom they had seen the previous day, since they were in a mood for action, and they even thought that if he would play they could leave work early to punish him. Just as their food came he walked in and sat down, and he smiled at them and nodded, and brushed back his hair a couple of times with his right hand, and then tapped the table a couple of time with the fingers of that same hand, and he looked pointedly at their feet. They smiled with hist, for they knew that they had him, and Ann thought quickly, and scribbled a little note to him, which she had the waiter bring over.
He opened it "If you would like to get well-acquainted with my feet, not to mention the flat of my hand, come over and join us," it read. He smiled, and rose and sat down, and the two women grinned delightedly with passion as they looked at him. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then he spoke.
"Nice shoes and pretty toes. Just the kind I like to lick," he said.
"Mmmmmm I could tell that you were the sort of naughty boy who needs the hand of a strong woman," said Ann. She leered at him, and reached under the table and gave his thigh a painful pinch. He did his best to look as if he liked it, but he was angry, and he wondered how much of this sort of thing he would have to put up with. They chatted, and he tried to make it clear that it was Ann who turned him on. Finally it was set: he was to come to her apartment at four that afternoon. He left, and was a little pissed, since he knew that he would have to drug her way too early, and that the men were out of reach now But he went back to his hotel, and took four phehobarb capsules with him, figuring that he would give her those after a couple of hours on the pentothal.
Ann was so hot at the thought of punishing the stranger that she could hardly keep her mind on her work, and she went home at about three to prepare. She did not know how well-trained the man was, and she realized that she did not even know his name. She decided on strap sandals, and she flexed her toes as she looked at herself in the mirror, and she could hardly wait to have his tongue on her toes.
She sat down to wait, and she felt her cunt getting moist under the black panties that she wore, the panties that matched her shoes, and she could not help but touch her wet cunt with the leather handle of the whip that she held. The feel of the leather got her hotter, and she was masturbating before she knew it, and soon the air of the apartment was filled with the musky odor of her creamy cunt. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, and she looked at herself in the mirror as she masturbated. She loved the way that her tits looked, and she rubbed them hard, and she liked the way that that felt. Her nipples were hard, and she felt them getting even harder as she got closer and closer to coming. She knew that she had time to pleasure herself before the slave came, and she played with her cunt with wild abandon, thinking of the man bending before her, licking her boots, or rather the shoes that she wore.
Slocum was on time, and as she let him in she could see that his cock was hard. In fact she turned him on, although he was not turned on by the thought of being disciplined, and it was not hard for him to feel desire for her. He knew that as soon as he could he would get her, but he did not want to risk her making a big fuss, and he knew that if she was in the throes of lust when he attacked her it would be much easier to overpower her. He resigned himself to some pain from her. It was not the pain itself that he minded, since he knew that he could take more than she was capable of giving, but rather knowing that he was going to let her do such things to him. But he was getting well paid, and he did not really care.
As Ann prepared to punish her new slave Sofie was preparing, at her apartment, for another evening with Brent. She had decided that, simply because she needed a cock, she would fuck him that night, and that it would be all right, although she knew that it was an honor that she did not usually give to slaves who had been in her service for such a short time. She was hot as she went to let him out of his room
He was naked except for a pair of panties when she walked in and his cock was hard, and she could tell just how much he liked the feel of women's underwear against his skin. He dropped to his knees at her feet when she stood in front of him, and he started to kiss her toes, which were bare beneath the thin straps of the sandals that she wore. She liked that, liked the feel of his tongue on her feet, and she flexed her toes slowly as he licked and sucked them.
"I see that my little worm-likes to lick my feet. And I can tell that he knows that he is really a little girl, and that his cock is excited by the feel of the panties that he is wearing. Turn around, slave, and take the heel of my shoe up the ass."
He did as he was told, and soon he was kneeling facing away from her, and he waited with parted lips for the heel to slide up his ass. He felt her greasing up his ass-hole, and she got first two and then three fingers up his ass, and she liked the way that he took it, not complaining but simply staying still under her hands.
Then she raised her right leg, and she shoved the heel of her shoe hard into his ass-hole, and he moaned mostly with pleasure when she did that, and the panties, which he was still wearing but which she had rolled down to put her shoe up his ass, cut into his skin, and that made him feel very hot. She was moaning and groaning with her own lusts, and she knew that she would fuck him while he wore his maid's outfit, and doing that, the thought of that, got her hotter and wetter. But for the time being she worked her shoe in and out of his ass-hole, and she saw with satisfaction that his cock was still hard as a rock. She stopped then, and she made him lick the heel of her shoe, and he sucked it for a long time, and finally she let him stop that, and then she made him put on a bra, and she tied a choker ribbon around his neck. Then, without making him put on his skirt and frilly apron, she led him to the living room.
"Well, you little shit, your cock is hard, as usual, and I see that it is time to make sure you know who is boss here. You are to take some cock torture, and after that, if you are good, I will do you the supreme honor, you little shit, of fucking you. I do not know why
I am so good to you, you pig, you disgusting little girl. All right, pull down your panties and present your cock for punishment."
He could hardly believe that she was really going to fuck him, but just the chance of that made any torture worth bearing he thought, and so in a matter of seconds he was on his back on the floor pulling down his panties, and waiting, a little fearfully it was true, to see what she would do to his cock. He watched as she moved to where he was lying on the rug, and she gave his cock a couple of slow jerks, that felt good. Then, all at once, without any warning, she dug her nails hard into the head of his cock and he yelped with pain when she did that.
She dug them in so hard that he started to lose his erection, and when it was only half-hard she stopped hurting his cock, and she rubbed it until it was all the way up again. Then she rose from his side, and she went away briefly, and she returned with an alligator clip, the kind that you find on End of electric wires, something like the clips on the ends of top cables, but smaller, and she clipped it to the head of his cock. He screamed then, and his chest with the bra shook with pain, and the choker ribbon that she had tied around his neck suddenly seemed to live up to its name, in that it was choking him, and he moaned and screamed some more.
She liked that, for she was feeling at that point that she had been way too easy on him, and she took a thin cord that she had brought when she had gone to get the clip, and she attached it to the clip, and then she stood up and, standing over him, started to pull on the cord. She did so until it hurt him badly, but whenever he started to lose his erection she would stop, and she would rub his cock until it went up again. She sometimes let him suck her tits, to get his cock up again, for all this time the clip still dug into his cock.
And still he wore that bra, and the panties, and then she made him stand up, and still with the clip and the cord attached to his cock she dressed him once again as her maid. The cord came out in front, from beneath the hem of his skirt, and she made him walk around the room and dust, and from time to time, just when he was starting to get used to the pain of the clip, she would pull so hard on the cord that he would scream. But somehow after a while, he started to like the pain, and then the sexiness of wearing the slave's clothes of a woman, of being a little French maid, got to him, as it always did, sooner or later, and the pain then was not so bad. She was hot and dripping by this time, and she wanted to fuck him right then, but something held her back.
She wanted to do something more, and then she thought of putting him in a corset and black stockings and heels before she fucked him.
She led him to her room where she had a stock of female clothing in sizes designed for men, and she selected a corset in black silk, one that she knew would be a tight fit for him. She put it on him, and she laced it so tight that he could hardly breathe. He felt sexy as hell when he wore it, but the pain from the tightness with which she had laced it was bad, and he moaned with that and not with pleasure. But at least she had taken the clip off his cock, and for that he was thankful, and soon he was getting used to the pain of the corset that he was wearing. And, the garment itself excited him greatly. Sofie looked at the slave, and she felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter.
Then she found a pair of black stockings, with seams, the kind that stayed up by themselves with a band of elastic at their tops, and she had him put them on, and then she found him a pair of black pumps, and then he was ready. She had him lie down on her bed, and she played with his cock until it was hard as a rock.
"Now you naughty little bitch, I am going to fuck you, and I want you to lie perfectly still while I ride your cock, and you must not come until I say that you can. I still do not know why I am being so good to you, but I am anyway." He lay still on the bed, and she squatted over him, and soon she was sitting down on his hard cock. Her cunt was soaked with juices and she moaned with pleasure as she felt his hard tool sliding up into her pussy. She sat down on it, taking all of it into her cunt, and she just sat like that for a while, looking at the clothes that he was wearing, and loving the control that she had over him. He moaned a little at the feel of her slippery cunt, but he was careful not to make too much noise, for her instructions had been clear. She just sat on his cock for a while, toying with her clit and hardly moving. Then, slowly, she started to fuck him, riding up and down his tool, and she started to moan with the lust that fdled her then.
He lay still on the bed in his corset and stockings and heels, and he fought to keep from coming then, for she was hot and tight and wet as she fucked him. She came once, but she did her best not to show much emotion, and she looked at Brent's face, and she loved the exquisite agony that showed on it, as he fought both to keep from showing any emotion, and also to keep from coming in her cunt. She toyed with his balls, and she played with her hard clit, and then she decided that she was being too good to him, and she got off his cock, and she played with it, telling him that he was not allowed to come. But she knew that she would make him come anyway, and then that she would use that as an excuse to punish him some more.
She worked his cock subtly and hard in her hands, and soon he groaned with lust and as he arched his hips, in his corset, high off the bed on which he lay, she knew that it would not be long before he shot. And indeed she was right, for a couple of minutes later he was coming, creaming all over her hands. He moaned and groaned, and she milked him dry, and then she stood up and looked cruelly down at him.
"You miserable horny little scumbag, did I say that you could come? You have shot all over my hands, and there is come on your corset, which I shall have to have cleaned, and I am appalled that after I did you the honor of letting you put your cock in my cunt you have disobeyed me. I really should just castrate you, but I am feeling nice tonight, so I shall content myself with whipping you. And then, since you like to come, I shall masturbate you myself.
"Be thankful that I am letting you off so easily." He quivered with fear at the words of his mistress, and soon he was bent before her, and she was holding a long whip of leather in her hands.
She intended to punish him, not to give him pleasure, and the pain that she then inflicted on him was worse than any pain that he had ever been force to take. She whipped his ass first, and she loved the way that he moaned with pain as his buttocks soon were covered with a pattern of red lines. She had had him take his corset off, but he was still wearing his stockings and the shoes, and she loved the way that his burning ass looked above the stocking-tops. Whtn his had been whipped to her satisfaction she turned to his back, and she really flogged him, and he was yelling so much that she gagged him with a pair of panties.
He continued to yell, but his sounds were sufficiently muffled by the panties that he did not annoy her much by screaming, and she whipped his bare back for a long time, until he was sobbing with the pain. Finally her arm was tired, and she knew that she would have to stop, but she was very hot from the punishment that she had just inflicted on her slave. He moaned and sighed, and then she took the gag out of his mouth, and she left him alone for a while.
He hurt more than he had ever hurt in his life, and he sighed and groaned and writhed with the lust for pain that she had wreaked upon him Sex was now the last thing from his mind, and he was moaning and groaning and crying with the agony that burned in his flesh, the tortured flesh of his back and ass.
When she returned she made him walk, still in high heels and his stockings, to his room, where she tied him down to the bed on his back. The pain that he felt from the pressure of his back and his ass against the sheets of the bed was terrible, and it was all that he could do to keep from screaming with it. But he bit his lips, because he did not want to risk offending her anymore, and she looked down with a smile of sadistic lust at her she-male slave. His cock was limp as a washrag.
But she meant to masturbate him for a long time, and she knew that she would get him hot soon, and she loved knowing that she could do that, could get him hot and horny after the pain that she had inflicted on him. She started to toy with his cock, brushing her fingers tightly over his balls and his ass-hole, and then with a wicked smile she took the head of his dick into her mouth and she sucked on it slowly. She knew just how to do it, and her mouth was warm and wet and soon his cock was swelling in her mouth despite the pain that he felt. When he was all the way up she stopped sucking him, and she started to jerk him off, slowly and steadily, knowing that she could keep the pace up for hours. At first he moaned with lust, and she knew that she could make him come again, maybe even twice, but that soon after that he would be begging her to stop, and that she would do it for a long time, driving him crazy with the frustration of sexual activity that had turned into nothing but pain.
He was moaning with lust now and she jerked him skillfully, and soon he shot on her hands, and she did not let up, but just when his cock was painfully sensitive she kept on playing with it.
He stayed hard in her hands, and she used no grease to help him, but just kept playing with his dick, doing it hard and fast, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure that she knew that he was feeling from the way that she was playing with his cock. Again he was fully erect, and she could tell that she could get him off once more, and she took her time about it, playing now fast and now slow with his dick. From time to time she played with his balls, but mostly she just played with his cock, and soon he was sore from the friction of her hands on his cock, and he found himself wishing that she would stop it, but he knew that she would not until she was good and ready. He sighed with lust, and she knew that he was getting ready to come again, and so she worked him hard, until he shot.
He was hurting now, and he longed for her to stop now to let his sore cock alone, but she just kept jerking it, despite the come that was all over her hands. He drooped some, but under her skilled caresses he was full erect soon, and then she had him where she wanted him, hard as a rock but so far from coming and so sore that she knew what she was doing to him was now a subtle agony. He writhed with pain now against the bonds that held him to the bed, and she loved the look of him in his stockings and heels, loved the agony that she was making him feel, just by playing with his hard cock.
"Mmmmmm, doesn't it like it when its mistress plays with its hard cock? It is always talking about how it wants to come. Well, why is it not coming now? Hmmmm? I shall just have to play with it until it comes. What a little pig you are. I should really castrate you: you'd be a better maid then, more docile. Oh well, I guess I won't do that, at least not yet. Well, you little worm, are you going to come? You are really the most disgusting little boy-girl that I have ever seen."
She smiled lazily down at him, and she rubbed her tits, and she saw that his eyes lit up at that, despite the pain in his hard cock, and she laughed to herself at the power that she had over him, and she knew that she would never let him go, but that he would be her slave until she tired of him, and then she ould pass him along to one of her friends, and she reflected that then the woman to whom she gave him would be getting a bargain, a fully-trained male maid. She smiled as she saw how red and sore his cock now was.
She wanted him to beg her to stop, and knew that only when he did that would she let go of his cock. And she also knew that he was scared to talk, .since she had set things up so that he was sure that if he talked she would punish him more. But she knew that he would break sooner or later, and she loved the torture that she was putting him through. And his cock was hard still, and she marveled then at the power that she had over him, and she moaned a little, for what she had been doing to him had made her very hot. And that lust was the undoing of her plans, for suddenly she found that she was so hot that she just had to have his mouth on her cunt
Without saying a word she swung up on the bed and sat down on his face, and he moaned with lust then, for he loved to suck cunt, and she was wet and hot and juicy and tasted good. He ran his tongue around the sensitive inner lips of her cunt, and she sighed with pleasure as he did that, and while he tongued the wet and shining pink hole of her tight twat she put a finger on her clit and rubbed it hard. Her cut was indeed throbbing with passionate, raw lust, and she knew that it would not be long before she came. She writhed with wild abandon against the face of her slave, and she rubbed the stiff nipples of her ripe breasts, and she smelled her own wet cunt, and gasped like an animal in heat.
Then she shifted so that her ass-hole was in Brent's face. "Rim me good you little shit, suck my gamy ass-hole. Shove your tongue in there, you slut, and then I will fart for you. I know that you will like that, you little worm who-likes to dress as a girl, I know that you will like my gas in your face. Mmmmmm, that was a nice and smelly one, and you had better keep licking my ass-hole, you slimy thing. Suck it good, you bitch. I should really cut your cock off, so that you will serve me better. All right slave, now I am going to let you suck my clit. Do it good."
And she moved so that he could take the hard nub of her clit into his mouth, and then she really moaned with lust, for now she knew that she was close to coming, and she gave up trying to pretend that she felt little or no pleasure from the sucking that her slave was giving her.
He sucked hard and wetly on her clit, and she liked that, liked it harder than a lot of women, liked the way that her slave nibbled on her clitoris.
Then her orgasm hit her, and she sighed and moaned and clamped her hands over her rock-hard nipples, and her face was a mask of sweaty desire. A deep red flush started to spread over her body, and she sighed and gasped as spasm after spasm of hot pure lust swept through her nubile frame. On and on went her pleasure, rushing through her, taking her far away from the room, from her slave, from the world of the company that she ran. She did not know where she was but it felt good, the place to which she had journeyed, and she let herself slip away until she was just a cunt, a huge wet contracting cunt, that shook and quivered, wet and pink and gleaming like the inside of a conch shell. Then she was coming back from coming, as it were, and she sighed and all at once she was dead tired. She swung off the slave and she saw with a start that it was only eight o'clock, and she wondered how Ann was doing with the stranger they had met at the restaurant. She thought of calling her friend up, but she did not want to bother her, for she thought that when the phone rang Ann might be in the middle of punishing her new slave. She yawned, and she knew that she would hear all about it at work the next day. She untied the slave, and she locked him in his room, and she went to take a long hot bath.
Soaking in the tub she relaxed, and she felt all of the tension of the past few days slipping out of her. Ann was back and safe, the new order was being taken care of, though she had had enough problems with manufacturers before to know that she would not be happy until all the shoes were in the stores, and the money was in the bank. And she was a little worried, since the chain that had given her the big order was in a little deep to the factors, the people who specialized in lending stores the money to buy their goods. But basically she had found that in her opinion, and after checking the annual reports of the company, that they were sound, and she was not very worried. Still, there was always that chance, and she did not like to think about it. She reflected that it was only in whipping or otherwise abusing a slave that she was able to lose herself, to get away from the high-pressure world in which she lived and worked and had her being. Finally she rose from the tub, and dried herself, and toddled off to bed, drained and feeling good.
Brent slept too, exhausted and sore but happy in the way that he was serving.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ann was quite pleased with her new slave, who had proven that he could take a lot of pain, and Slocum was seething with rage at what he had been through. It was nine at night, and he had been at her place since four, and although he had planned to drug her soon after getting there, things had gotten screwed up.
He knew that he needed to play along with her, and so he had kissed her shoe, and so on, and when she had told him to lie on her bed so that she could fuck him he had done so, figuring that when she was ready to come he would grab her and shoot her up with the sodium pentothal. But he had forgotten about bondage, and she had shackled his hands so quickly to the bedposts that he had not been able to react, and she had kept him like that for the next five hours or so, fucked him a couple of times, and inflicted various sorts of pain on him. Finally, as she knew that she did not want to damage him, to use the term by which she thought of it, she released him, and now she was having him lick her toes again, since she loved that, and she was planning to have him come for a third time onto her shoe before she called it a night. As he bent his head to her feet he was furious, and his wrists ached, and he knew that he was going to slap her around a little before he drugged her.
He started to lick her toes, and then lept forward and butted her hard in the stomach with his head, so that she fell over backwards in her chair. Then he was on her, and of course he was much stronger than she was, and she moaned with pain as he jabbed four stiff fingers vertically into the nerves over her breastbone, not hard enough to kill her, but hard enough so that she was in bad pain. Then he started to slap her face, and when he had vented some of his rage he shot her up, and sat down to wait for the phone call. He saw that he had two hours to wait, and he found some Scotch, and settled down sipping it neat, and relaxed at last.
But he had not reckoned with fate, and when the phone rang at eleven, early enough so that he knew that it was not his call, he let it ring until it stopped. He was a little worried, but not unduly so, and went back to his whiskey.
At her apartment, Sofie put down the phone and was suddenly worried. She had remembered waking up from sleep, that they had an important buyer coming the next day, and that she wanted Ann to bring some sketches with her to the office, sketches that Sofie knew Ann would not bring in the normal course of events. And she was sure that she would be home, and when she wasn't she suddenly started to think about what had happened to Ann abroad, and she felt scared. She knew that she would have to go over there, and she went and got her slave, and told him that he was to come with her, and that for once he was to wear normal clothes. She explained the situation briefly, and it turned out that Brent had been in the Army, knew some hand-to-hand tricks, and Sofie marveled that someone like that would be her slave.
Ann lived in a four-story brownstone in the West Village, and Sofie had keys, so they went down there, and flung open the door at eleven-thirty. Slocum froze with the drink in his hand, and in a matter of seconds Brent had chopped his neck hard, and he collapsed on the floor. He went to Ann, and he could tell that she had been drugged, and he found the syringe.
"Probably pentothal," he said. "She should come out of it, badly hung over, in a couple of hours. But he was probably waiting for some buddies of his to take her off somewhere, and they will be by no doubt, so just leave her on the floor while I arrange things." Sofie nodded, scared out of her wits, for when she was not dominating slaves she was not really a fighter. Brent arranged Slocum in the chair so that he looked awake, and concealed Sofie, and waited behind the door, with a length of broom-handle that he had found. When the phone rang at midnight he knew that that was some sort of signal, and that they would probably break in soon. But they were lazy, the driver and the other men, and they knew something had gone wrong, and Jean had told them that if it didn't work to forget it, since although he wanted his revenge she was not worth all that much trouble. Brent heard a van speeding away and decided that that was probably that.
The problem now was what to do with Slocum, and they decided simply to enslave him for a while, or rather Sofie and Ann would do the enslaving, while Brent became a maid again. They knew that that would hurt Slocum more surely than death or other pain.
So they shackled him to Ann's bed, and gagged him, and then they waited for Ann to wake up. Finally she started to moan, she came to, and they sat her up and rubbed her wrists and temples with cold water, and gave her some coffee to drink. After about half an hour she was alright, though her head hurt, and they told her what they had decided to do with Slocum. But Ann thought that that would be too good for him, and so once again they had the problem of what to do with him. They knew that they could not afford to kill him, but they did not want to let him go, and they also did not want to do something too brutal to him. Finally they decided to drug him, and to drive him down to the docks, in old clothes, and leave him to sleep it off on the waterfront. And Brent knew some friends who had access to some drugs that would make him if not totally nuts when he woke up then at least quite on edge, and they fed him those, and stripped him, and put him in some old clothes, spilled a bottle of whiskey all over him, and left him, at three in the morning, on an old pier on the Hudson.
He was found the next morning, and he remembered nothing of the last couple of days, and was quite nutty, but he had enough of his wits about him to get to the ship that had been supposed to take the girl back to Europe, and they were furious with him, but took him aboard, more to cover themselves than anything else. He knew that his career as a sort of low-key soldier of fortune was over, and he was lucky when he got back to Paris, for Jean contented himself with making sure that the only work Slocum would have for the rest of his life would be menial labor.
Ann rested the next day, and they decided that they did not want to take her to a doctor unless it was completely necessary, for then they would have to talk about their sex lives, and that, they felt, might be a little, risky. But Ann was fine within a couple of days, and soon she and Sofie were back to their usual tricks.
Brent had been so good that Sofie and Ann decided to reward him, not by treating him as an equal, but be giving him a female slave to punish. Of course, he would have to wear his maid's outfit while abusing her, and he would be forced to take abuse from Ann and from
Sofie, but still he would have a slut who would blow him and whom he could fuck in the ass and in the cunt.
The girl whom they had in mind was a hot little slut of a red head named Stacy who loved to be punished, and whom Sofie and Ann abused from time to time. That weekend they had her over, and proceeded with the evening's festivities.
"I should like to watch the slaves fuck while we punish them," said Ann to Sofie, who nodded her assent. Brent wore high heels and an evening gown, in the front of which had been cut a hole, through which his hard cock protruded. Stacy was bent over a chair, her hands tied to its back, and her plump tits protruding through the back of the chair. Her legs were also tied, and Sofie greased the ass-hole of the slut who was to be fucked by Brent. Then she tied Brent's hands too, to the chair just above those of the other slave, and they positioned him so that his cock was at the tight ass-hole of the red-haired cunt who loved the punishment that she was about to get.
"All right, you sluts, slut Brent is to fuck Stacy's ass-hole, and no matter what is done to him or to her you two are not to stop fucking. And when Brent comes he is to keep fucking, until he is told to stop. AU right, begin." Sofie finished her speech by giving Brent a hard slap across the ass, and soon his cock was in the ass-hole of the other slut, and he was fucking her hard, liking the way that her ass-hole felt around his cock. But no sooner had he gotten into the rhythm of his fucking that Ann moved into position and started to spank his ass through the dress that he was wearing, and she did it so hard that the pleasure that he got from the ass-hole in which his cock was buried was somewhat negated. And while Ann smacked Brent's ass, Sofie, on the other side of the chair, pinched the hard nipples of Stacy. Stacy hurt from the hard dick in her ass and from the torture that her nipples were getting, but her cunt was also wet and she moaned not only with pain but with pleasure. Sofie and Ann loved what they were doing, and it was not long before their cunts were moist with passion. Sofie raised Brent's dress, and she smacked his ass with her bare hand until it was nice and red, while Ann, who had been punishing Brent, took Sofie's place at the nipples of the other slave. Then Sofie became obsessed with shoving a dildo in the ass-hole of Brent while he in turn fucked Stacy's ass, and so she stopped hitting him and began to work some baby oil into his ass-hole. Soon she had two and then three fingers in his ass-hole, and she was hot from what she was doing.
Sofie strapped on a long, thick dildo, and she rammed it hard into the ass-hole of the male slave in the evening gown who was fucking the ass-hole of the slut on the chair. As Ann stopped pinching Stacy's nipples and watched with a delight that was evident in her hard tits and her wet cunt Sofie really raped the ass-hole that she was fucking. She played with her hard clit while she reamed out Brent, and soon he was gasping somewhat with pain, for the dildo was big, and his ass so tight.
Ann stood and played with her wet cunt as she watched the three of them, slaves and mistress, on the chair, and she sighed and she moaned with the lust that made her cunt wetter and hotter with cream. Then she wanted to help give her friend, who after all had saved her from a life of real slavery, some more pleasure, and she moved behind Sofie, who was still dildo-fucking Brent's ass-hole. Ann sank to her knees, parted the ass-cheeks of her friend, and began to lick her gamy ass-hole, and Sofie moaned with pleasure at that attention, and sighed as she felt Ann reach underneath and start to caress the bottom of Sofie's wet cunt.
Brent was getting close to coming, but knew that when he had come the pain from the object in his ass-hole would be bad, and so he managed to hold off. Sofie started to come, and she gasped and moaned with the spasms of hot and pure lust that shook her, and she got so hot and horny that she could not be bothered to keep up the fucking that she was giving to her slave, and so she pulled the dildo out of Brent's ass-hole, and slumped down to the floor. Ann, with a soft cry of lust, buried her head in Sofie's soaking cunt, and soon the two mistresses were lost in each other's cunts, and they moaned and they shook as they forgot about the two slaves.
Brent came hard in Stacy's ass, and he was unable to pull out of her, because of the way that they were tied together and to the chair, and he stayed hard, and soon began to fuck her again. Stacy was hot and moaning with lust, but she could not manage to come, since Brent's tied hands prevented him from playing with her cunt and she could not reach her pussy herself. She just got hotter and hotter, and she sighed and grunted, but she could not manage to come from just the fucking that she was getting in her ass-hole. Brent hurt from the spanking that he had gotten, and his feet hurt in the heels that he was forced to wear, but he knew from the sounds that Ann and Sofie were making that it would be a while before he was freed.
The two mistresses worked hard sucking.
Ann loved the way that Sofie tasted, loved the thick juices that were flowing so freely from the wet cunt in which she had buried her greedy face. And Sofie was so hot from the way that she was being sucked that she could not keep up the job of lapping that she was doing on the cunt of her friend, and she simply lay back and let Ann go to work on her. Her tits were hard, and as she was sucked she rubbed her nipples, and they throbbed and pulsed with the lust that was running through her like fire. Her head rolled from side to side and her whole body shook with passion.
Ann was a skilled cunt-lapper, and she ran her tongue expertly along the wet inner lips of Sofie's pussy, and then she pointed her tongue, and using it like a small cock, pushed it in and out of the hole from which such thick and rich and fragrant juices were flowing. She knew that Sofie wanted her to suck her clit, to lick that pink, hard nub that was the key to her pleasure, but Ann wanted to tease her friend and fellow mistress for a while, and so she held back from the most sensitive part of the hot cunt that she was sucking.
Sofie was moaning and writhing with lust, and the smell of .her cunt was very strong in the room. Brent, whose cock was hard enough so that he was still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy, even though he had come so recently, inhaled deeply, smelling the cunt of his mistress, and that smell alone made his cock jump and twitch inside the tight ass-hole in which it was jammed. But Sofie and Ann were giving no thought, at this point, to their slaves, but just sucked on the floor.
"Baby, baby suck my clit. I can't take it any longer, oh please honey suck my hard clit. Mmmmm, yes yes, that's so good, suck my clit, lick it, oooo, honey, do it to me, suck my clit, oh yes baby, I am so close, harder do it harder, oh hell, o baby, that'saaaah, mmmmm, yes yes fuck me suck meOh God!"
And as Ann tongued the hard clit under her tongue faster than she had been Sofie started to come, her lush body shaking and shivering, and the lush flower of her cunt contracting hard. Ann shoved two fingers into Sofie's cunt, so that when it squeezed it would have something around which to do so, and Sofie moaned on.
Brent was excited by the sounds that were coming from his mistress, but try as he might, he could not come. Yet the feel of the dress that he was wearing, and the heels that hurt his feet, drove him to keep trying. He rammed his dick in and out of the ass-hole of the female slave to which, or rather to whom he was bound, and she groaned and grunted, not with pain but with lust. For she still had not been able to come, since she was getting to direct stimulation to her cunt. The chair to which the two slaves were bound was shaking hard as they fucked, and from time to time it seemed as if the three of them. Brent and Stacy and the chair, would roll over onto the floor, but not only did this even not happen, but Ann and Sofie were totally unaware of the precarious position in which their slaves were. Besides, had they realized the possible danger of a fall, they would have laughed cruelly about it.
Sofie came again and again, until she was so weak and tired from coming that she told her friend to stop sucking her, and then it was Ann's turn to be eaten. She sat on a chair, and she spread the wet pink lips of her cunt with two fingers, and she slipped one finger into herself, and she pulled it out. It was covered with her cunt-juices, and she licked it clean of them, and after she had done that she leered at Sofie, who, making a soft moan of lust, though she was weak from coming, dived headfirst into the muff that was waiting for her. Ann tasted good to Sofie, wet and hot and creamy, and for a while Sofie just lapped up that juice, contented as a cat at a bowl of cream. And then she lowered her head a little, and she started to lick the wrinkled and gamy ass-hole that was below the wet cunt that she had been sucking.
Ann moaned with pleasure as she felt the rimming begin, and she rubbed her nipples, almost idly, as if she did not really care to touch them but in fact they were so tender and swollen with lust that just the lightest touches, at this point, drove her wild with desire. She felt the passion building in her cunt, in her tits, and she knew that it would not be long now before she was coming, gasping and shaking and leaving the room around her for a land of pure and pulsing pleasure. 'Suck it honey, lick my pussy. Lick my juicy cunt with that hot mouth. Mmmmmm, my tits are so hard and I am so hot. Oh baby suck it suck it suck it. Yes, yes, that's so good when you do that. I mean I am almost there, oh suck my cunt, lap it, lick it do me good baby like I did you."
Then Ann no longer spoke, for the lusts that were filling her were too strong, and she panted and moaned with the desire that was about to take her over the edge. She sighed and grunted, and she started to move her hips so hard and so fast that Sofie could hardly keep her head in place on the wet cunt of her friend. She felt that cunt opening more and more as she sucked it, and then she took Ann's hard clit into her mouth, and she shoved a full three fingers into Ann's smoking cunt, and worked them around hard as she nibbled on the hard nub that was the key to the pleasure of her friend.
Ann's smells, so sexy and so subtly different from those of her fellow mistress, hit Sofie's nose like a punch, and she felt herself getting hot again, and she thought for a moment that the two of them could go on like this all night But there were slaves to punish, and she knew mat if they went unpunished for the rest of the night she would never forgive herself. But then she went back to the sucking of the cunt that smelled so musky near her nose, and for the next few minutes she forgot, once again, about the hot action going on in the chair to which the slaves were bound.
Ann grabbed the hair of her friend, and she sighed with passion, and she knew that it would not be long now. Her head was rolling around on her neck, and she started to jerk as if she were a puppet on strings. The moans and the sighs that came from her took on a quality that was something other than human, as if she were some jungle beast, in heat and moaning for its mate. She clamped her legs together, hard around the head of the hot bitch who was sucking her, and she raised her right breast to her mouth, and sucked hard on its nipple. That was what it took, for as she did that and as Sofie nibbled hard on her clit she arched her back, shook as if she had a chill, and then she was coming, gasping with desire.
Sofie kept on sucking her hard as she started to come, and soon she was coming on and on, orgasm following orgasm. She sighed with delight at the enjoyment that she was giving to Ann, and she sucked her until she could tell that her friend had had enough. Then the two women looked at each other, and they smiled with delight, and felt happy and close. And then they remembered the two slaves, and they looked at the two of them and saw that Brent was still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy.
They watched as he kept pumping, his evening dress torn and sweaty, and his feet half-out of the pumps that he was wearing. They made no move to untie them, but groaned with lust and laughter at the two of them, and then they took turns spanking Brent again, and laughed helplessly at the sight of the two of them
Finally they released them, and sent Brent to his room, and then they let Stacy play with her wet cunt for a while, and then sent her home. They felt happy to know that as far as they could tell Ann was safe at last, though they resolved to be careful, since what Slocum had tried to do could happen again.
And they had to pick up some loose ends at work, since what with what had happened to
Ann they had let things slide for a while. Ann had been doing some further checking into the Midwestern chain that had been the source of all the new business, and she had called the factors, and she had found out that the place was really a mess, and that they had used every shady accounting trick in the book to make things look good, like depreciating items that were normally written off over ten or twelve years over periods of five years. The problem was that the shoes were already being made, and Sofie and Ann were counting on the cash from the chain to pay their own bills. But if the store was late then they would be screwed, and they were quite worried. If it all fell through the business would probably not go under, but things could get quite rough.
Sofie and Ann finally decided that they had to fly out there, and see what the hell was going on. They did not like leaving things in New York alone without one or two of them around, but things were in enough of a mess so that they knew that they had to go.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The plane flight they took to Iowa was boring and bumpy, and they were tired when they got in, and though they were due to meet with the buyer whom they had met in New York that night, they called him and postponed the meeting until the following day. They got a bad feeling from the town, as if they were eyed suspiciously, for being from the East, for being women who ran their own business, and so on.
They found, as they tried to relax in their hotel room, that they were longing for the panty clad ass of Brent, longing to spank it, to watch it turning red and sore from the attentions that it was getting. They felt their cunts getting a trifle moist from these thoughts, but they were so tired that soon they were in bed, and slept dreamlessly until the following morning.
When they met with the buyer they said that they had come simply to check into some details, such as exactly to which stores certain batches were to be shipped, but in fact they wanted to nose around the operation, to look at the flagship store, to see the main offices. They were not happy with what they saw. The store was too neat, too well stocked, as if business was dead slow. And the traffic was light, and they heard enough bitching as they walked around to confirm their suspicions. Sales were way off, as they found simply by walking to the employees cafeteria, and seeing the figures for the previous day, which were down roughly forty percent from the same day in the previous year.
Now they had a real problem, for they were almost sure that they would not get the cash for the goods, or at least they would not get it on time, and that that would screw their situation, since they had had to go out on a limb with a couple of banks to get the big order ready. They did not know what to do, and they thought of taking some sort of legal action, of demanding payment before other creditors, but then they realized that there were probably many others to whom the chain owed money, and the priority of their claim would be low. They did not even know if there was enough cash around for the stores to meet everyday expenses, and things looked rather bad. They were out to dinner that night, and planning to go back to New York the next day, when they saw an elderly gentleman eying them and smiling.
Remembering what had happened with Slocum in New York they did not pay any attention to him, but then they heard people whispering about him, and realized that he ran the chain that was, potentially at least, going to give them so many problems. So they thought that they should go and talk to him, for they knew that he would be their last hope. He was dining alone, and they did their best to smile at him, and to look as if they would like nothing more than to be in bed with the old fart, sucking his wrinkled cock.
In fact they were appalled that someone could run a business so badly, and they felt as if they would like to simply make a scene in the restaurant, where the food would not have passed muster in a Forty-second street hotdog stand, and which was filled with people who looked as if they fucked once a month, under the covers, lights off, missionary position, she not moving and wishing that her duty was done soon, and he going to the bathroom with a magazine.
But the old man was smiling at them, and then a waitress brought over a note, in which the two of them were asked to join him. They sat down and smiled.
"And what are you two lovely ladies doing in Cedar Rapids?" he said, with a fatherly smile.
"We're on some business," said Ann, and then continued, saying, in a coy and girlish voice, "but we're so tired of that now, and a girl can't think about her work all the time, especially when she is in the company of such a distinguished looking gent as yourself. My, this certainly is a nice place."
Sofie had trouble keeping a straight face, for Ann was doing a small town accent, roughly Kansas, and doing it well, and they could see that the old fart was falling for it and that his cock was starting to swell in his pants.
"Why it certainly is a pleasure," he said, "it certainly is a pleasure to meet two women who are so well-bred. Where are you gals from?"
"Why we're from Hutchison Kansas," said Ann, and smiled.
"Why would you like to come with me and go dancing to some easy music? They say that when Jack Slater's orchestra does The Blue Danube why those violins just float the dancers right on off the floor." And he chuckled indulgently.
"I'm tired," said Sofie quickly, "but go on Ann, don't mind me.'"
The gentleman smiled, Sofie drifted off, and he rose, taking Ann's arm, and they went to his Seville, which he steered slowly toward a hotel in the center of town. Soon they were waltzing, and the old fart's cock was pressing hard against Ann's belly. She knew that she would go with him, and she wondered what his fantasies were, for she knew that if she did something that he had hardly ever done, but had dreamed about, then she might have a chance to squeeze him for some cash. But for the moment she took it slow, dancing to the awful scraping of cheap violins.
He invited her back to his place, explaining that his wife had died three years ago, and soon she found that she was sitting next to him on a couch that was deep and soft, in crushed light blue velvet and with fake antique legs. She flexed her feet, and she saw that his eyes lit there, on her pretty toes, and she knew then that she had him, and she felt good about it.
"Do you like my shoes?" she said coyly. "I always wonder if men appreciate the care that I put into selecting them. You know, I just feel so sexy in the right shoes, just like these." And before he could answer she was standing in front of him, and she was taking off her blouse, and she raised the stiff nipple of her right tit to her mouth, and she sucked on it slowly, sensuously, rolling her tongue around and around it, liking the way that it felt. The blood throbbed in it, and she felt her nipple getting even harder as she sucked on it. The old fart's cock was throbbing in his pants, and she saw that he was rubbing it through them, and she knew that in a few minutes he would be so hot that she could get him to take it out, and then she would slowly dominate him, until he wanted to crawl in front of her.
Her cunt was getting wet as she realized how much power she had over the little shit, and she raised now her left breast to her mouth, and she sucked that and then she played with her tits as he watched. She moved close to him, and she gave him a tit to suck, and his mouth closed on her nipples as if her tit was his only source of food again, and she reached down as he sucked, playing with his cock through his trousers. He was panting, and she worried for a moment that he might have a heart attack, but he seemed healthy enough, and she did not really care.
She saw that a small wet spot had appeared at the place where his cock bulged the farthest out of his pants, and she knew that he was ready. She stepped back, and she took off her skirt, and then her black silk panties, and his eyes followed the panties as she took them off. She dropped them, with a little laugh, into his lap, and he moaned with lust when he touched them.
He raised them to his lips then, licking them, kissing them, loving the way that her smell lingered in the material. Then he rubbed the garment all over his face and she knew that all his secret fetishes, all of the desires that pulsed in him, were coming out.
She laughed to herself, and she pulled up a chair and sat down facing him.
She spread the lips of her pink cunt, and she slipped a finger in herself, and slid it in and out of her. Her slender digit made soft slurping sounds as she worked it in and out of her dripping twat. He put down the panties, and looked at her hard, his eyes glazed with lust, his cock threatening to burst out of his pants, his collar wet with sweat and his breath coming hard, as he would soon.
Ann was hot and lusty, and she added a second finger to the one that she was slipping slowly in and out of her cunt, and she liked the way that that filled her hole some more, and she started to moan, and she thought of a hard cock filling her. She sighed and shifted her lush hips against the chair on which she was sitting, and she saw that he was burning with passion. As she looked hard at him, and worked her fingers faster in her gleaming moist cunt, she saw him fumbling with his zipper, and then he took his cock out, and it was decently hard, and was moist with the fluids that had dripped from it, and he started to play with it as he looked at her.
She smiled at him, and she flexed her toes, and his eyes dropped to them. She loved it, loved that he was now transfixed by her feet, and did not look for a while at the wet cunt that she was playing with. She rubbed her cut for a little time, but she did not want to come, for that would give him a measure of control, would make him know that she was getting real pleasure from what they were doing, and she did not want that, for she knew that she could not stand him.
He was moaning as he worked his cock, and he knew that soon he would shoot, soon he would come all over his pants, and he thought for a moment that that would wreck them, but then he thought that he could afford it, and then he looked again at the pretty painted toes that she was flexing for him. Suddenly he fell to his knees, and started to kiss her feet. It was more than she had hoped for, and she wiggled her stockinged toes under his tongue. He loved the smell of her feet and her sweaty hose, and soon the reinforced toe of her stocking, since she was not wearing sandal-foot stockings, as a kind of protest against the city in which she was, was soaked with his spittle. Then he raised his head, and he grunted and then he was coming, shooting all over the rug. He came hard and when he was done he collapsed back onto the couch, and fell asleep almost instantly, and she sat down to wait for him to awaken.
He was awake in a couple of hours, and he looked at her pathetically, and she knew that it was time to tell him about the deal that she and Sofie had with his stores. But he was so tired that she could tell that what she was saying was not sinking in, and so she told him that she would see him for lunch the next day, and he agreed, and also agreed that it would be best if she went back to the hotel for the night. He drove her to a bar, from which she called a cab to her hotel.
Sofie was asleep, and Ann did not wake her, but the next morning they discussed what to do with the leverage that they now had with the old fart. What they were hoping is that he had enough of his own money to pay their bill, for that was the only way that they saw to get out of the mess. So when she met him for lunch Ann told the idiot just what the situation was, and he turned out to be putty in her hands, for when she said that not only would she spend the coming evening with him, but that she could arrange for women, for a fee of course, to be with him for whatever time period he was willing to pay for, he agreed to pay them out of his personal monies. Ann and Sofie left Iowa happy with what they had accomplished, and now they knew that there were no obstacles left to continuing Brent's training as a maid.
They had left him in charge of the apartment when they had gone, and it was neat, and well-kept when they returned, and they saw that he had gotten enough pleasure out of his female clothes that he was wearing them all the time. He was properly submissive when they came in, and they were happy that they had such a well-trained, cross-dressing slave. They though about punishing him right there and then, about making him kneel before them, clad in his nylon panties and bra, about making him lick the floor while they beat him. But, though their pussies were getting wet as they thought about that, they did not bother with it that night, as they were too tired from their journey. But they had a certified check for the order, and they knew that it was good, and the next day they deposited it, and though they knew that they would not be fully happy until it cleared, at least things seemed to be pretty much under control. Work went quickly for both of them on the following day, and they knew that that night they would get back down to training Brent, who had had a rest from his punishment while they were away, but who now needed their instruction.
By the time that they were ready to go back to Sofie's apartment their snatches were so wet that their underwear was soaked, and the driver of the cab in which they rode to Sofie's place kept trying to pick them up, and they flirted with him a little, amused, but they had no intention of letting him touch, them, for they had a cross-dressing slave to punish.
When they got to the apartment, Brent was not in sight, and then they heard the moans of furious masturbation coming from the bathroom. There they found him, dressed in high-heels and a black bra, jerking his cock hard into a pair of Sofie's panties that he had taken from the hamper. They laughed for a moment, but then they grew serious, for they knew that such actions could not go unpunished.
They made him lie the floor of the bathroom, and they took turns standing in their high heels on his back, and they liked the red marks that their shoes left on his skin. He hurt from what they were doing to him, but his cock, which had been hard and throbbing when they had caught him playing with it, was still erect against the cold floor on which he was lying, and somehow the pain that he felt from their shoes was erotic more than it was agonizing. Finally they were done walking on him, and they knew that the next punishment that he would get would be to take the heels of their shoes, four in all, up his ass-hole.
His cock was still hard as he felt Ann's strong fingers greasing his ass-hole, and as his face was buried against the floor he did not know that they were going to put up his ass, and he hoped that it would not be too big, but nonetheless got very hot from the thought of being penetrated there. Then he felt shoes against his buttocks, and then the heel of a shoe was sliding into his ass-hole, and he liked that, since it was thin enough so that it hardly hurt at all, but it was erotic, and he wanted to start to hump his cock against the floor, and knew that if he did that he would come soon, but he did not dare do it without permission. Ann and Sofie took turns working the heels of their shoes in and out of the ass of their slave, and he moaned with passion as they did so. The movements that they made, the shovings in and out of shoe leather in ass-hole, pushed his cock, just a little against the floor, and he kept getting close to coming, and then slipping away from the edge. He loved being a slut of a slave, dressed in women's clothing on the floor.
Finally they grew tired of fucking his ass-hole with the heels of their shoes, and they decided that he would now have to wear some more clothing besides the shoes and underwear that he was already sporting. So they led him to his room, and made him put on not his maid's outfit but rather a skirt and blouse and a necklace, and then they made him go to the living room, where they tied his hands behind his back, and had him kneel at their feet.
His cock was still hard, and it made a tent in the front of the skirt that he was wearing. And he was hot from being dressed the way that he was and he moaned with lust as he felt the power that they had over him, the two women who were controlling his life now. He wondered what was in store for him, and he knew that whatever it was, no matter how harsh the punishment was that he might have to bear, he could take it, and that he would like it, like serving them, like bending, like a pliant reed, to their every whim. For a while they were silent, except for the soft sounds of nylon; rubbing against nylon as they swung their legs and looked at the slut.
"I see that the little girl is excited again. I am really starting to think that she spends far too much time thinking about sex. What shall we do with her? Perhaps some heavy whipping, my dear?" And with these words Sofie smiled at Ann, who mused for a moment, hand on her chin, before replying.
"Yes, I think that a liberal application of the birch to the bared buttocks, back, thighs, and worm of a cock of the slave would be in order. Let us begin."
Brent's cock throbbed even more as he heard the two of them saying these words, and though he knew that the punishment that he would get would be harsh, he knew that he could take it, and that basically it would excite him, especially since it would take place while he was wearing some items of female attire. He heard rather than saw one of them get up to get the rod, for they had made sure that he did not look higher than their feet as he knelt on the floor. He longed to touch his erect cock, that was still pushing with lust and passionate longing against both the nylon of his panties and the fabric of his skirt, but he dared not. Then he heard the one who had left to get the rod come back into the room and he knew that soon the next punishment of the night was to begin. He was hot and could hardly wait for the song of the rod on his bare and quivering flesh.
He felt one of them lifting his skirt, and then pulling down his sheer black panties, and he liked the way that the smooth surface of the panties felt as they slid down over the cheeks of his ass, those cheeks between which the heels of two pairs of shoes had so recently penetrated, and which now were to redden and blister and burn beneath the thin rod that Sofie was swishing, experimentally, through the air. Brent heard the sounds of the instrument, and they excited him even more than he had been. His cock was really dripping now, and again he thought about how he wanted to play with it, and he moaned and sighed as he was careful not to look up, and he grunted with lust.
Then he heard the thin cane whistling through the air, and then it was biting into the soft exposed flesh of his buttocks, and he grunted with the sting that it imparted to his skin, but he also felt a thrill of pleasure run through his aching loins at the pain that he felt. Again the rod came down, and then he felt some more pain, and soon he was being hit hard on the ass, so that the pain was so bad that his cock started to droop a little. But the one who was hitting himit was Ann, but he did not know that, as he still had not looked upsaw that his pleasure was starting to ebb, and slowed the force and the pace of the whipping, or rather the caning, that she was inflicting on him, not so much because she liked to give him pleasure, but because she knew that unless his cock was hard he would not be able to take as much pain as she was prepared to give. Ann bent and rubbed the warm pink flesh of his ass, and soon his cock grew full erect again as she rubbed his flesh, and he knew that soon she would begin to hit him again.
And, sure enough, once again the cane hissed through the air, and as he heard the instrument coming down he tensed his ass, and then it hit him, sending a thrill of pain admixed with pleasure through his body. All at once, somehow, he was sexily aware of the feel of the bra that he was wearing, and of the smell and the feel of the rayon of which his blouse was made, and suddenly, perversely, he found that he wished that he were wearing perfume, expensive perfume, Joy or Shamade or Arpege. But then these thoughts were driven from his mind as the rod came down again on his ass and his buttocks were whipped until Ann was satisfied with their particular shade of red.
Sofie, who was watching this latest phase in the evening's festivities of flagellation and cross-dressing, felt the moisture starting to flow more freely in her cunt, and she moaned a little, and reached under the skirt that she was wearing in order to touch her pubic mound through the thin, soaking wet fabric of her purple panties. She sighed with how good that felt, and she knew that she was so hot, from watching the punishment that Ann was inflicting on her slave, or rather their slave, that she would have to come at least once before she took her turn with the whip.
She looked hard at the red ass of the slut, and she could not resist then pulling off her skirt, and then her panties, and then she was slipping first one and then two of her strong fingers into her wet, creamy, hot and dripping cunt, and she was sliding them in and out of her, thinking of a cock. She thought for a moment of the various dildos that she had, and wanted to get up for a moment and get one, and plunge it hard into the pulsing pink grotto of her cunt, but she was so far gone with lust that she knew she needed to come, and come long and hard, first. She was moaning loudly now, so much so that Ann heard her, and stopped hitting the slave, her face flushed with the exertions that she had been making. The two dominant women smiled at each other, and they sniffed deeply, getting hotter from the smell of their moist creamy cunts in the air, and they knew that pretty soon they would have to suck each other off. That would mean that they would have to forgo, for a while, the pleasures that they got from punishing their cross-dressing slut, but that could not be helped, and besides the pleasure of a warm female mouth and tongue on a wet twat was not to be dismissed lightly.
Sofie was still finger-fucking her cunt, and Ann watched with parted lips, panting a little, and knowing that it would not be long before she was playing with her own cunt, as a prelude to the passionate sixty-nine in which the two of them, the two hot mistresses, were soon to indulge.
Brent enjoyed the cessation of the whipping that he had been getting, and stayed quietly in position on the floor, and he too could smell the wet cunts of the two women whom he was serving, and he liked knowing that he was giving them pleasure, though he knew that part of the game that they were playing meant that they would not show it.
"Baby, play with it, slip your hot fingers in and out of that creamy cunt. Mmmmmm, I know how good that feels. Play with your clit babes, play with it hard, make yourself come for me, will suck it. Do it baby, do it hard."
Sofie was so hot that she could not find any words with which to reply to those of her friend, and she simply moaned more loudly. She shifted her ass more rapidly against the seat of the chair on which she sat, and she sighed with lust, and she knew that it would not be long now before she came and came hard.
She knew that it was time to start playing with her clit, and she took her fingers out of her pussy, and licked them, liking the taste of her thick juices, and then she pulled back the skin around her hard clit, and she started to rub it hard, and she gasped with lust at the way that that felt. She arched her back, and her lush breasts, already swollen with lust, swelled even more, and Ann could tell that her friend was only seconds away from coming. And as Ann watched a deep flush spread over the upper half of the ripe body of Sofie, and she moaned and then the first spasm of pleasure hit her, and she was into all of it.
She gasped, she shook, her head rolled around on her neck as if she were a puppet with broken strings, and she kept up the pressure on her clit, so that she kept on coming, on and on, sighing and moaning and crying out, softly, with the pleasure that was rushing in hot waves through her body. Ann's cunt was so wet that she started to touch it as her friend came, and she forgot, for the moment, about her slave.
Brent's cock was really jumping now, and he rubbed it from time to time, being .careful not to get caught. But there was, at this point, little danger of that, for the two women who had enslaved him were now busy with each other, sighing and moaning with desire. Sofie's passion was starting to ebb, and she took her finger away from her clit, and she opened her eyes, and she smiled at Ann.
