I look like your ordinary, everyday ... housewife, I guess....
Nothing special in the day light ... walking along the avenue, with my shopping bag and my purse.
But let me get you alone, my friend, let me get you, or better yet your girlfriend, and I turn into the greatest dominiatrix of all time.
Why?
Because I don't do it for money....
I do it for lust!
The sheer joy I get out of working on a woman, and doing things to her, or her boyfriend, or the both of them, that they never even dreamed existed.
When I'm finished with them, they know they've have it.
I like to put them through their paces, using their bodies as if they were instruments, making them do all kinds of things for me....
As I did with Monica....
Aaaahhh....
Monica....
The best trainee I ever had. And still have.
And to think it was all so innocent at first.
I was just looking for a maid....
A maid I could strip and torture....
Aaahhhh....
Sweet dear Monica....
It all started like this....
CHAPTER ONE
Welcome, slaves!
Bow and kneel before me! I am Greta,, greatest of the greats ... that special slave who knows all, and sees all and does all.
I will have you jerking off for joy, believe me....
In front of my eyes ... you will see that ... you will see that so clearly ... you cannot resist me!
Because, you see, you like the truth ... you crave it ... and here ... everything I tell you is completely true.
And perhaps, most amazing of all. it happened to ordinary people, people like you and me. Yes, it's true.
These aren't the wild, raving tales of maniacs. They're true stories of everyday people. Like Monica.
Monica was my favorite slave girl ... for such a long time....
Here on my island ... what I like to call my island of Doomed Women, where no woman ever escapes, and no woman ever wants to....
Oh, yes. they struggle for awhile, but sooner or later they give in ... mostly sooner.
As did Monica.
She was the best there was....
Who took a certain perverse pleasure out of being used by me....
She was so innocent at first, and therefore quite a challenge.
didn't know, right up until the end, if she was going to be able to be turned or not....
But let me start at the beginning ... so you may know everything that happened.
And I mean everything....
I don't want to leave out a single detail.
It's important to me that you know it all ... and that you become addicted to my stories ... so that I may take my new desires out on you....
And you know I will ... just give me one opportunity and I'll have you for life. I promise....
Now, though, let's spin back to where it all began....
I was working out of my house, on the shore," where from my picture window living room, you could actually see my private island, glistening in the tropical sun....
I was having a wonderful time with my selective clients, mostly men who were married and rich, and who wanted some new, pleasurable excitement in their lives....
And I had no trouble finding clients....
Most of them were women whose husbands didn't particularly like fucking them ... or fucking at all ... so they came to me because they had no more choice....
They needed sexing ... and I was the one to give it to them....
And at a high price ... to make up for the guilt they were feeling....
The guilt that made me punish them and spank them, and do all kinds of wonderful things to them ... for the other side of pain, never forget, is pleasure ... and as painful as I could be to them, I could also administer an incredible amount of pleasure ... and meant to do so....
It was in this atmosphere, that I decided I needed a personal slave....
But one that would satisfy my needs. I needed a special woman! That was the key....
That was what I needed ... a woman I could dominate, and train, and own!
I wanted someone young, impressionable, unspoiled....
Someone I could train to the fullest....
And make my own.
So I placed an ad in the regular newspapers, expressing a desire for a young maid.
I expressed that she had to be able to get along with children, and keep a tidy house. And that there were live-in possibilities.
I made the ad innocent enough, and got a lot of replies.
Knowing that I didn't want the ones I discarded to be coming around, I simply interviewed them all, not letting on to any of them what my real goals were....
Until Monica came through my door.
The second I opened it and let her in, I knew she was in trouble.
She was simply gorgeous!
Young, innocent, and yet with a certain style to her walk, a certain heat that came out of her ... I simply had to have her.
I knew right then and there that I had found my potential slave.
You might wonder how I could know something like that ... how I might be able to ascertain at a first glance....
Well, that's perhaps why I'm the best slaver in the business today. It's a certain instinct. And instinct is never wrong ... Believe me....
So, there we were ... just the two of us.
She had blonde hair, blonde hair that could be properly cropped and coiffed, unlike the free and easy way she let it hang now.
And a long, curvy body that must have driven all the boys she knew wild!
And her smile!
It was a great combination of feckless flirtation and gullible innocence.
And that appealed to me.
I liked the way she looked and sounded.
Her voice was sweet, and yet, there was something there ... something beyond the obvious ... something I knew I really wanted to possess.
"Come in," I said to her.
She smiled, and I felt the first twangs in my pussy.
"Sit over there...."
I was dressed in a plain skirt and pullover, looking nothing like I normally dressed, for business and pleasure.
This was simply my outfit for screening out those who weren't going to make it as my new slave....
"Have you any experience," I asked her, and she said, through her glowing white teeth and perfect smile, that she'd taken care of kids at a daycare center in the summers, and that she always kept her own home tidy.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty...."
"And why would a pretty young girl like you want to be ... my maid...." She crossed her legs.
She had on a pretty, light dress, and lovely high heels.
If I didn't know better, I would have sworn right then and there she was flirting with me ... she had that certain something....
"I like domestic work...." she said. "It's easy and open, and until I decide what I want to do with the rest of my life ... I might as well do something I enjoy ... instead of being stuck in an office all day ... don't you agree...."
"Yes.." I said.
So far, so good.
"Well, stand up...."
I knew that sounded ambiguous, but I wanted her to be on that edge as much as possible. It would help things immensely.
She did as she was told.
I could see the soft full curve of her ass.
I was going to own that ass! I was going to!
Now, I led her first to the kitchen, and showed her around....
Then to the living room, where we'd just come, to give her, I said, a feel of the place.
The bedroom was next.
She commented on how lovely the place looked.
And now it was time to take her to the secret back room ... the secret room I'd had converted out of the second bedroom of this lovely house ... a secret room that was only a hint of what I'd done on my island!
I smiled as I reached for my keys.
"You keep this one locked," she said.
"Yes ... it's important to make sure that no one gets in ... without my consent."
I thought I'd let her chew on that one for awhile....
Now, inside, I flicked on the light, and watched her face.
She was the only outsider ever to see my dungeon!
She stared, in disbelief at the various pieces of equipment, and at all the gadgetry that was there....
She turned and looked at me....
"I've never ... I've never seen anything like this before...."
I smiled.
"Well, what do you think...."
"What is it? What kind of place is it?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't ... know., .it looks like a museum or something...."
I giggled now.
"I suppose you could say that. Yes ... a museum ... that's very interesting...."
She started to wander through the place, and I let her....
No problem....
Especially when she came to the stocks....
"Wow...." she said, softly.
I went over and lifted the hood.
"Do you know what these are?"
"Stocks? I seem to remember them ... from colonial days...."
"That's right ... you put your hands there, above your head, and you're rendered helpless...."
She giggled now.
That was good.
She didn't seem particularly thrown by any of it.
"Would you like to try it?" I said to her.
She looked at me, in a funny way.
I swear, to this day, I believe she knew what I was all about then ... that she was on to me....
"I don't know ... do you think I should?"
"Yes ... why not ... it's only harmless now ... and you do seem interested...."
"Well, I never ... that is...."
And then she gingerly placed her hands above. and I quickly went to work! "There," I said to her. "Now just relax...." She did as she was told.
And quickly, before she could take them out, I had her trapped like that.
I closed the escape proof latches.
"Well, what do you think," I said to her.
"It's really wild...."
I waited for a couple of seconds.
"Okay," she said, you can let me out now.
"What's your hurry...."
"What?"
She sounded like she wasn't sure what I was saying.
But I felt, somehow, that she knew. That I was going to give her a little lesson in obedience. Right then ... Right there ... Right now ... I walked around her. "How does it feel...."
"Like I have no freedom ... you can let me go now...."
"You're still in such a hurry ... you should relax and try to get into it...."
"Why...."
"Oh, I don't know ... you might find that you like it ... what would you do then ... if you liked it...."
"I don't know what there is to like about being shackled like this...."
"Well, maybe I can make it a little more pleasurable for you...."
I got behind her and put my hand on her bottom.
Softly, gently, letting it rest there.
"What ... what are you doing...."
"Just feeling your lovely bottom ... you know it's so pretty...."
"Please ... let me up now...."
"Nonsense ... I haven't even seen it yet...."
"No...."
But her pleas were very soft, and she said nothing, as I grabbed the material of her skirt in my hands and slowly began to lift it up....
"What ... oohhh God ... what are you...."
"Just looking...."
She struggled against the stocks, but she was trapped.
And forced to stay in the upright position, with her arms straight up in the air.
This would make her bottom really in the perfect position for what I wanted....
I now lifted her skirt above her ass, and looked at her lovely legs.
They were smooth and shiny, flawless, to be exact, and they were all so plump and loovely around the thighs.
And her thin wispy panties were the only article of clothing she had on....
I ran my fingers down the back of her legs ... "You are so beautiful...." She didn't say anything. That was fine with me.
Now, I tucked her skirt up around her waist, into it's own beltline, and started to work down her panties.
"My God ... what ... what are you ... what are you doing...."
I didn't say anything. My heart was pounding ... I had to see it. I just had to....
Now, I rolled down the silken panties, and saw for the first time the curves of her naked, beautiful ass!
She was a beauty all right ... There was no question about that ... She had the lovely, fine physique of a gorgeous showgirl....
And yet she was innocent and unspoiled ... and in my possession ... She was the one.
I made up my mind then and there ... she was the one!
I petted her ass, hearing only the soft whimpering coming from her mouth.
I walked around to the front of her and took her face in my hands ... holding her chin with my fingers.
"You have a lovely bottom...." I said.
She looked at me, with a mixture of fright and heat.
A lovely mixture, to be sure.
"What ... what are you going to do to me...."
I smiled and laughed softly.
"I think I'm going to whip it...."
I watched her face for any sign of expression....
"No ... don't do that ... no...."
"Yes...." I said. "I have to ... you see, I'm going to give you the job ... but it's not quite what you think it is...."
"I don't know that I want it anymore...."
"You have no choice ... and when I get finished with you, you'll be begging for it...."
"No...."
"Yes...."
I went around to her back again, where her strong loins were still standing at the lovely curve....
I went to my wall and pulled off a lovely black leather lash ... one that had a bunch of straps coming out of one end....
It would certainly do the job.
I went back to her and stood behind her, to the side.
"Please ... don't ... oh, please don't ... I don't want my bottom punished...."
"I'm afraid it's out of your hands," I said, and with that, I put one hand on her back, over her shirt, while I let the several straps dangle loosely on her ass.
"Ooohh...." she sighed, as she felt it resting on her....
She knew she was in for it now ... She just knew it....
And there was nothing she was going to be able to about it.
I raised my whip over my shoulder, and came down very hard, right across both globes of her ass!
There's something very important and special about the first strike, something you have to get absolutely correct ... in order to establish your base of power....
Which was what I was doing with my whip....
I hit her as hard as I could ... probably harder than I should have ... to which she shuddered and moaned with a high sounding squeal that came out of her mouth....
That really turned me on!
I found her reaction to the lash delightful!
The wriggling she did was just really turning me on!
As were the obvious marks on her ass ... the marks made by the lash....
She was really taking it now ... taking it and although she was crying out in pain, was going to eventually learn to love it!
Yes, I told myself. Learn to love it....
She was going to make a perfect slave, by the time I was finished with her....
Now, though, I reared back and gave her a series of hard shots across her bottom....
SWISHH!
SWISSH!
SLASSHHH!!
"OOOH.. PLEASE ... NO ... NO MORE.
Her bottom became a deep color red, one which I found most attractive....
She was obviously in a great deal of pain....
I put the whjp down and came around to the other side of her and looked at her face.
There were tear tracks running right down the side!
"You're so beautiful," I said, taking her face in my two hands, and holding her like that....
"Please ... please ... no more ... I don't think I can take any more...."
"You can take it ... you can take all of it...."
I then brought my face down to hers, and gave her a deep kiss, on her mouth.
I forced my tongue right into her mouth, deep, and waited to see what she would do now!
I wasn't surprised....
Without any real prodding, I found that she was returning my kiss ... returning it and giving me back her own tongue. I knew it! I knew it! She was turning on to the whipping! She was getting off on it ... I took my mouth away ... "You like it, don't you...."
"It hurts so much...."
"But you like it...."
"I ... I...."
"Tell me...."
"It's ... it's so good ... yes ... ooohh ... God ... yes.
She didn't know what to do now ... Her face was all flushed a deep, deep red....
Now, as I went behind her again, I knew that she was ready to respond to anything I was going to do.
So when I put my hands between her thighs and spread them, she offered no resistance.
I was going to feel her pussy now.
I loved the way she looked with her panties around her knees, making it impossible for her to spread too far....
I liked that....
I liked it a lot....
And now, as I put my hand up into her, I heard the brief, bright sigh coming out of her mouth.
I knew that sound all too well....
She was loving what I was doing to her ... just loving it....
Now, though, I was rewarded with a dampness on my fingers, as I continued to feel it....
She was wet and damp all right ... her pussy was thoroughly dripping ... an obvious reaction to the whipping....
There are some lucky women who respond to the lash that way....
Who take it just so well, and soon start craving it....
I'd had a feeling that Monica was one such girl....
And now my feeling was confirmed.
She was going to be an excellent slave.
Now, I reached for the whip again....
I didn't tell her what was coming....
Instead, I got directly behind her spread legs, and began to apply the lash again, holding my right hand right up to her pussy all the while.
"No....ooohhh God ... noo...."
She felt the whip coming down, over and over, all over her lovely bottom, marking it up with deep red gashes ... gashes that would turn black and blue before I was finished with her....
She was incredible....
Just incredible....
So responsive to my every touch ... I thought she was going to go crazy, the more I laid the whip into her ... There was no escaping it ... There was no getting away from it....
She was going out of her mind, and I knew it ... And still, I laid the lash on. I wanted her to spend. I wanted her to give in and spend for me ... That was the only way I intended to stop what I was doing ... No matter if it took me a hundred lashes ... Which it didn't. Not nearly....
For suddenly, I could feel her thighs tense up and squeeze against my hand....
I was going to have her spend!
She was moaning and sobbing ... her tears mingled with feelings of joy as well as lust....
"I'm going to ... I'm going to...."
"Yes, baby...."
"I'm going to come...."
"Yes...."
And then it happened.
Thick and wet....
And filled with her juice!
It came out all over my hand, spilling down through it....
The nectar of lust....
The sweet pussy juice of lust!
It was Monica's, and she was going to be mine!
As a reward, I put her left tit in a tight wood clamp, and for good measure took the hairs from her underarm, which were deliciously drippy, and bound them too. The gorgeous darling couldn't move a muscle!
CHAPTER TWO
I finally took my hand out of her pussy, and walked around to her front. "Don't cry," I said, softly ... "You hurt me," she whimpered. "So what ... you came, didn't you...."
"I ... yes ... I did...." She was confused ... Poor thing.
Now, I raised my hand to her face, and put my fingers into her mouth....
She knew instinctively what to do.
It was the hand that had been on her pussy....
Now, as I held my fingers in her mouth, she eagerly sucked at them....
It was really something to see.
Here was this clean-cut, well-educated young lady, with absolutely no sign of sleaze anywhere on her, suddenly getting into sucking on her own spend, off my fingers, from the woman who'd beaten her to orgasm.
Life was funny that way.
Now, when she'd completely finished, I petted her lightly on the top of her head.
"Won't you let me go now...."
"Not just yet," I said to her....
"Ohhh...."
"I have something else I'm going to do to you...."
"What ... what else...."
"I'm going to fuck you," I said simply....
I could see the look of panic cross her face.
She couldn't believe what I was saying ... but it was true ... and she knew it....
I was going to fuck the shit out of her now....
I didn't have to ask her ... I already knew that she'd never had sex with another woman. It was written all over her patrician good looks.
But that was all going to change now.
That was going to be history.
Because I meant to lay it into her good.
I went to my wall of equipment, in front of her, and let her watch as I picked out my ... well, what I like to call my preparation convincer.
It's a neat little object, really, and once you have a beautiful blonde slave in your keep, it's really the only way to go.
First, I put a nice, smooth leather collar around her neck and made sure that it was tight, so that it glistened with her sweat and made a nice contrast against her long skin and hair.
Next, with her hands finally released from that awful above-the-head position, a release that brought a look of gratitude to her face, I quickly applied the forearm binders, which, when used in conjunction with the steel bar, forced her to keep her hands straight at her sides.
She didn't notice, at first, the loop that was on the underside of the bar....
And I guess a good thing, because when I took the second part of the equipment out, she gasped in disbelief.
It's called the jaws set, and with good reason, too.
It figts right under her pussy, and attaches to the back of her neck collar, so that the teeth of the thing come right up between the lips of her vulva, and press against her clitty!
Yes!
Have you ever heard of anything so dear?
I know you haven't!
And then, with a rope passed through the loop on the iron bar now attached to her wrists, she was unable to do anything but watch as I stimulated and irritted the inside of her pussy.
I kept this up for nearly fifteen minutes, enjoying her twisting pain/pleasure complex, until I knew she was ready.
By the time I had her undone, she was ... well ... really undone!
It was time for some serious fucking!
I knew she'd be more than grateful for it now!
Quickly, I slipped on my favorte dildo I'd also taken from the wall.
It was a long, twelve inch job, and I held it teasingly in front of me.
"You like this one?"
"It's ... ooohh ... no...."
I'm afraid she was still swooning from Jaws. "Oh yes," I said, for her, and began to strap it on me.
It had two loops for which to slip over my thighs....
And another belt that went underneath, and attached to the back loop. Perfect.
Just what I wanted!
Now, I stood in front of Monica, and watched the girl's face.
It was in a quandary.
It was clear that at least a part of her was attracted to the big cock....
Especially when I started moving my hands all over it, as if I were jerking it off....
And now I reached for my jar of vaseline.
I knew she was going to be tight, and I wanted this to be most pleasurable for her.
"What ... what are you going to do...."
"You know," I said to her...."You know very well ... I'm going to put it in your sweet hot cunny and fuck you ... give you the fucking of your life...."
"OOOHHH ... GOD...."
She knew she was it for it now....
I went behind her, still crazy over the way her bottom looked, all red and puffy from the whipping, with her panties down around her knees....
The poor girl was shivering with fright and anticipation.
"Just try to relax, and it won't be nearly as bad," I said to her.
She tried to cooperate, I know.
I took a gob of the stuff and started to rub it all over her pussy, from underneath, getting her good and greased.
And, in spite of all that she tried to resist, she couldn't help but responding to my machinations....
For soon, I had her moaning and groaning from the expert use of my fingers....
Now, I used them to spread her open ... "God...." she said.
Only this time, it wasn't so much out of horror or fear, as a sigh of pure lust....
She was really getting turned on to what I was doing to her....
Really getting into it!
I had her!
I knew I had her!
And she was really going to enjoy this....
There was just no way she couldn't....
Now, with her pussy all greased up, she was ready to receive the dildo.
She held her breath and waited, and she could feel the cold, hard rubbery thing start to come inside of her....
She loved the thickness of it ... she couldn't deny it....
And she loved the way it felt as it made her spread her thighs as much as she could....
I could sense that she was really going to go wild now....
I could feel her taking it deep, and loving it ... and that was just perfect with me ... I was going to give it to her really good now....
So I moved it in, and gave one quick thrust of my hips, knowing that the grease would get me in as far as I wanted to go.
Which was, of course, all the way....
Now. as I held it jammed up, I didn't move it or anything...! just held it there, all twelve inches, until finally, she started to react to it....
"It's so big...." she said, huskily, through her wide-open mouth.
I couldn't see her, but I could hear her.
And she could hear me....
"Do you like it, baby...."
"I ... I love it ... it's so good ... so fucking good...."
"Yes...."
"More ... please ... more.
I could feel the heat from her whipped ass on my thighs ... I'd had to remove my skirt to be able to put the dildo on, and now, as I leaned into her, I was getting all the heat I could muster from her body....
"Yes, baby ... yes ... I'm going to fuck you so good...."
"Please ... oh, please.. more...."
She was crazy for it now....
She really needed to be fucked....
And I wanted to do it to her so good.
So slowly, I began to take the thing out of her ass....
I began moving it back and forth, ever so slowly, until I could hear her sighing and moaning with every forward thrust....
I decided it was time to pull out all the stops....
I started to move faster and faster in her, and held on to either side of her tenderized ass with my hands....
"Yeah ... take it ... take it deep...." I kept on saying ... as I felt her ass start to wiggle and churn in a most delightful fashion....
She was really getting off on it....
She was really starting to get into it now....
And I was too!
I wanted her to come from my fucking ... I wanted her to pass down more of her juices....
I needed it....
I needed it badly....
And I was going to get it....
"Come on, baby ... I want you to come ... I want you to come for me ... come on ... you know you want to...."
And with that, I could feel her starting to pass it down ... starting to give up her spending for me....
It was a simply wonderful thing to see....
She couldn't help but start to spend her juices....
And I was loving that ... loving the way it felt as she continued to come....
She was simply incredible....
Now, though, I wanted her to be totally depleted of all her juices, and therefore all her engery.
And she was....
I could tell....
She was starting to go limp, and all the tension from her pussy was gone....
So I slowly withdrew the thing, and then, as I came around to look at her, I saw that her head had fallen forward.
I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head.
She was limp.
Gone....
She'd had it....
Fucked to fainting!
So I knew it was time to let her go....
First, though, I took off my dildo and hung it back on the wall.
I'd have more use for that later....
And I put my clothes back on.
She didn't rate seeing me nude, quite yet. That was a privilege she was going to have to earn....
And then I took the locks off the remaining equipment she still had on and carried her, making her half-walk, over to my leather sofa....
The special one equipped for this room.
While she was still woozy, I put a pair of handcuffs, leather of course, around her wrists ... handcuffs which were attached to one end of the sofa.
That would do nicely....
Now, I waited until she was coming out of it.
It didn't take long.
I brewed some tea in the meantime.
And then, when she opened her eyes, I smiled at her.
She tried to get off, and that's when she realized she was cuffed. She looked at me. Pleadingly.
"Are these necessary...."
"For now...."
She still had all her clothes on....
I'd taken the liberty of pulling her panties back up and dropping her skirt.
Her face flushed when I handed her the cup of tea.
She held it in both hands, and sipped from it.
It was obvious she knew she'd been through quite a scene.
"How do you feel, Monica...."
"I ... worn out...."
She smiled. "But very well fucked...." I smiled back. I liked her. She had spunk.
I sat down next to her and let one hand go to her hair, stroking her lightly.
"I hope you'll forgive me for what I've done to you...."
"Oh, yes," she said, eagerly.
"I have my own plans ... I have plans...."
"Yes...."
"I'm going to give you the position you were seeking...."
She looked at me wryly, sucking her cheeks in. "You mean the job as a "maid"? I don't think that's what you really want...."
Now it was my turn to smile.
"You're right, of course ... I don't...."
"What then...."
"I'm in the market for a slave ... a slave I can completely dominate and train ... and you're the one...."
She didn't say anything.
How could she?
What could she?
So she just stared at me, through her big brown eyes, wondering what was in store for her ... "I have to go soon," she said to me. I shook my head now.
"You won't be going anywhere, I'm afraid ... it's all part of the plan...."
"But ... but...."
"No buts ... no one is looking for you ... I know that ... I'm right, aren't I?" She put her eyes down. "Yes...."
"That's it then...."
"You mean ... I'm your prisoner here...."
"I wouldn't put it exactly that way," I said to her....
She laughed....
"Please ... I'll do anything...."
"That's right ... you'll do anything ... and you will...."
She finally covered her face with her hands and started to cry. Which I let her do.
When she was finished, I'd have some more things for her to cry about.
It was about an hour later that I returned to her, to see how she had done....
"I see you've recovered...."
She didn't say anything.
She was going to play silent, in the hopes that would get to me....
"Look, we can have it your way or mine ... I suggest you play along, darling ... otherwise, it's going to be very hard for you...."
She stared at me.
"I'm your prisoner ... you can control my body, maybe, but you can't control my mind...."
"We'll see about that...." She turned away. I laughed. "Drink this...."
"What is it?"
"Tea...."
"I don't want any...."
"Yes. You do ... You have to have something ... you must be getting hungry...." I knew that she had to be. She looked at me.
I'd struck a nerve.
She was.
Getting hungry.
She licked at her lips.
"After the tea, I'll make you something nice to eat, and show you where you're going to stay...."
She took it in her shackled hands and began to sip it.
The poor darling.
There was no way she could know that the tea was going to contain certain cantharides that would make her hotter than ever ... make her crave all the sex in the world she would ever want or need....
I smiled.
This was more like it.
As soon as she finished, I saw the change come over her.
It was a very special formula, designed to make her very ... pliant, very quickly.
"Are you ready now," I asked.
"Yes...." she said, even though she had no idea what I had in mind.
I went to her and loosened her skirt. She offered no resistance as I took it down.
And then her panties.
Those had to come off also.
She stared deeply into my eyes.
I put my face up close to hers.
She looked at me and then, without any type of prompting from me, she put her lips on mine and kissed me.
She loved being stripped!
"Spread your legs, darling," I said to her, and she did just as he was told.
Now, I had her just the way I wanted her....
And she was offering no resistance, although her cheeks did turn a flame red when she opened her most private parts to me....
I now made her sit back on the sofa, so that I could lift her legs and shackle her ankles to the top of it.
Now, her legs were forced apart, and bent up at the knees, revealing her pussy and asshole to my very gaze.
"You're lovely," I murmured to her.
"Thank you...." she said.
I smiled at her, and she averted her eyes.
She was obviously very turned on.
Now, I disappeared and returned with a basin of hot water, and several other things, including a razor, shaving cream, and towels.
"No...." she said, when she realized she was going to be shaved.
"Now now," I said to her, trying to comfort her fears.
"You have to be shaved ... slaves aren't allowed to have pubic hairs ... that's all there is to it...."
"But ... ooohh ... God...."
"Yes...."
And then, I started using the shears on her....
She was helpless, chained as she was, with her wrists in cuffs and her legs high up and shackled, to do anything about it.
I took off all her hair, down to a crew buzz....
And then I spread the cool menthol shaving cream all over her cunny.
I even stuck my finger inside of her, knowing that the hotmenthol would cool her pussy right out....
She was now spreading her legs even wider than before, knowing that I was going to take every hair off of her!
She was being shaved very methodically by me....
I used short strokes, as I took it off her ... and when I was finished, after nearly an hour of close shaving ... I reached for the bottle of baby oil.
I poured it all over my hands, and then, gave her a brisk rubbing, all over her cunt and thighs.
"Aaahhh . ... ooohh. ... yes...."
She loved that.
And then I was finished.
"So," I said to her.
"How do you feel now?"
"Very shaved," she said back.
"You must be grateful to me...."
She looked as if she didn't understand what I was saying....
So I grabbed her hair in one hand ... her luxurious thick blonde hair....
"I might just decide to shave this also...."
"No ... please ... I'll be good...." she said.
"All right then ... but just remember if you misbehave, it all has to come off...."
She shook her head.
She knew that I meant business....
"Now," I said, "I'm going to untie you ... and when I do, I want you to remember that if you try to get away ... I'll punish you severely...."
"I won't...." she said, softly.
"And I might as well tell you that all the locks on the doors are locked from the inside, and you need a key to get out ... so it's really quite useles...."
"I understand...."
"I'm sure you do ... now, about this dinner...." Her eyes lit up.
"As you were applying for the job of maid, I'm sure you know how to cook ... so you will make us a delicious dinner ... everything you need is in the kitchen...."
"Yes...."
"Yes, what?"
She stared at me.
"Mistress?"
"That's better...."
"Yes, mistress...."
She understood!
She was learning quickly.
I undid her bonds, and led her to the kitchen.
I had her open a bottle of wine for me, and poured myself a drink, while she got herself set up.
She was allowed to wear her maid's uniform, consisting of black stockings, sheer of course, high heels, a black short maid's uniform, and a little white apron.
Perhaps not very practical, but very, very sexy.
Especially for a slave....
And now, as she started to cook, I poured myself a refill of wine, and went into the living room.
I went over my schedule for the following day.
It wasn't going to be too bad.
However, what I was really looking forward was another session with Monica.
I needed to put her into advanced training, and as quickly as possible.
Something memorable.
CHAPTER THREE
It was a glorious day.
I'd gotten finished with the rest of my business early ... as early as possible, because I had lots of things I wanted to do with Monica.
And my own pussy was dripping with anticipation for all that I wanted!
I was ready to test her.
"Come with me," I said to her.
She followed.
I made her go into the bathroom and draw a bath for me.
When it was ready, she was made to kneel at my side, and use the sponge on my back ... And my front.
She took her time working on my tits.
I could tell she loved them ... loved the way they looked and felt ... loved how they responded to her touch....
Now, as she continued to work on me, she reached down, tentatively, to my pussy....
It was the first time she was allowed anywhere near it.
She was very careful to clean it all up, and to make it as fresh as she could get it....
Then, she was made to get a huge towel for me to step into.
I led her into my private bedroom, where, as I stood in the center of the room, she was forced to wipe me dry.
And powder my bottom and my pussy....
And apply the droplets of perfume all over me.
Now, I was ready.
And simply gorgeous, the way I was.
I led her by the hand to the bed....
Where I lay back and spread wide my legs.
It was then that I made her put her hands behind her back, which I expertly tied with a rod, so that they were rendered useless.
And all the while she looked up at me, with a different type of expression on her face than she'd previously had.
Now, she was filled with a certain unmistakable desire for me, her mistress.
And I was going to make sure she fulfilled the both of us!
I moved myself to a chair, where, naked except for my knee-length boots, I sat down and spread my exquisite thighs.
She looked at me with a smile on her face.
"Get up, and between them," I said to her.
She did this, almost eagerly.
Now, she was between my legs, on her knees.
"Go on," I said to her ... "Pleasure me ... show me how much you appreciate all I've done for you.
She looked at me, I swear with a glint of wickedness in her eyes....
Now, she put her hands on her hair, and brushed it back, tying it in a knot behind her, quite easily, I thought.
That was all she had to do.
Now, I saw her tongue swish across her lips.
She was eager to go down on me....
She put her hands on my sweet thighs, and began to lick them, with long, sweet strokes of her tongue, all the way up, both sides, until finally, she was by my pussy.
She closed her eyes and took a long whiff of my pussy....
And loved it....
Now, I saw her tongue coming out of her mouth.
Her eyes darted up to look at mine, but only for a second, before she put her fingers on my cunt and spread the lips.
She held me open and then began to use her tongue on me....
She licked all along the tender lips of my very hairy pussy-it was a privilege to retain one's pubic hair-and then, after toying with my clit, and making me sigh with pleasure, she stiffened her tongue and plunged it far up into my hot and now glistening box, and held it there, wiggling it against the tender insides of my hot cunt, and then slowly bringing it out, all the while closing her lips around me and sucking me as she did so.
I thought I was going to go wild!
It was probably the greatest feeling I'd had in ages!
Here, she was moving her head all around, trying as much as she could to get her tongue all the way up in me, and then licking me devilishly, as if she couldn't get enough....
And she couldn't.
And neither could I.
I brought my legs up, all the way up, and bent them at the knees ... They were practically on my tits now, they were that far back ... and still, I was getting it strong from her tongue.
"Jesus ... that's ... that's so good ... deeper ... deeper...." I said to her, as I felt her eagerly increasing the speed and the dexterous quality of her sucking.
Now, she put her hands on the bottom of my thighs and pushed my legs all the way back. I knew what she was after. It was obvious....
She wanted some of my asshole....
I felt her tongue exploring, all the way around it....
I was going to get her tongue up my ass....
I could feel it starting to lick me there, and then, while still keeping my legs back, she became positively ferocious....
She used one arm across the back of both my thighs to keep me pinned, while with her other hand, she slowly started to push one finger right up my asshole....
I couldn't believe it....
It was so good ... so fucking good....
"Yes ... deeper ... oh, God, deeper...."
And then, she was buried at least up to her knuckle, and licking all around it....
I thought I was going to go out of my mind with lust....
It was so good....
So, so good....
I knew then that I was going to come....
And with my legs back like that, and her tongue up my ass, my spending would be coming of its own accord, right down the side of my legs....
Now, as she continued to eat me out, my hips started to move, and I started to spend....
"Yes...." she said, taking her tongue out of me and starting to stroke my pussy ... "Come on ... come on ... give it to me ... give it to me...."
I was going out of my mind ... I could feel her hand stroking my pussy as she watched me come....
And then, when I was finished spending, when my pussy was positively flooded with it, I relaxed ... and took her in my arms....
We kissed a long time....
"Did you like that," she said to me....
"Yes ... very much...."
"Good," she murmured.
"So did I...."
"And I'm going to reward you," I told her.
She looked at me.
I got off the bed, slowly.
I came back with some ropes.
"Put your hands behind you, please...."
I could see her face changing ... the look of pleasure dissolving into one of apprehension.
I had her wrists bound behind her in a flash ... and then I did the same to her cute little ankles.
Once I had her bound, it was a simple thing to finish the hogtie.
I did it very acutely....
It was the kind of hogtie that was very relentless....
I made her bend her legs all the way back, and when they were like that, I tied her wrists right to them, so that her ankles and wrists were a combination of four limbs tied together.
"Why ... why are you doing this to me," she said.
"It's the way I like to keep my slaves while they're in training...."
"For how long ... oh, God, for how long...."
"Until tomorrow...."
"NO!"
But it was no use in arguing. That was what I wanted from her. Total bondage.
And that was what I was going to have.
Now, as I left her there, whimpering, I got dressed, getting ready for a night out on the town.
I had a date with a very rich man who wanted to wine and dine me, before taking me back to his place and forcing me to whip him.
For the privilege of blistering his ass, I picked up a cool five hundred dollars.
That was fine with me.
I was all for it.
Now, just as I was ready to leave, I checked once more on Monica ... She was, of course, right where I left her ... looking lovely all tied up as she was....
And then, while I continued to study her, I leaned over and gave her a light kiss goodnight.
She didn't say anything.
I wiped away her tears, patted her on her cute little ass, and left.
My date, Miguel, was a very handsome, very successful businessman, married, from the west coast.
He took me to one of the finer restaurants in New York, and then, afterwards, we were back at his house.
And what a change came over him.
He looked at me with doe eyes as he handed me a riding crop.
He didn't say anything, and neither did I.
I just let it go into my hands, and stay there, as I slapped it into my wrists.
"I'm going to whip you," I said, simply.
Now, as I looked at him, he slowly began to unbuckle his pants.
I didn't even have to tell him.
He took off his suit jacket, and then his pants fell.
"Leave the shirt and tie on," I said to him.
He did as he was told.
Now, I sat down on the sofa in his living room and patted my legs.
"Lie across me ... right here...." He didn't hesitate.
I guess he figured it was better to obey me than to defy me. And he was right....
Now, with his bottom on my thighs, his hands holding the floor in front of him, he was all ready for his punishment.
I slowly took his underwear shorts down from his body....
And exposed his fine, tight male ass ... "Are you ready," I said to him. He shook his head yes. "Good...."
And then, I started to let him have it ... I raised the whip over my head and began to lay into him....
The first shot, as I said before, is the most important.
I aimed the whip so that it landed right at the bottom of his ass, where his balls were sticking out. I thought he was going to hit the ceiling! "OOOHHH...." I smirked to myself.
I was sure he wasn't expecting anything like that. He probably didn't want to be whipped at all ... not really.
He probably thought this was going to be a lot of fun and games ... Well, he was wrong. Very wrong.
I wasn't going to do anything half-assed. No put intended.
He came to me for a beating and a beating was what he was going to get. It was that simple. I had no use for whimps. I had no use for wussies. He was going to get it, but good. WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! THWACK! "OHHH...."
He was trying to reach behind him now, but I wasn't having any of that....
He was going to learn to take it, and that was all there was to it....
Now, as I continued to beat him, he was really starting to feel it....
I was getting to him....
I knew it....
And then, when I got what I wanted, his very real tears, I stepped up the punishment, turning his ass very, very red and bloodied.
WHACK!
THWACK!
WHACK!!
"Yes...." I thought to my self ... This'll teach him ... thisTl teach him to fool around with some one like me.
Each shot I gave him now only made him jump with pain, even more than the one before....
He was going crazy!
Begging me to stop....
And then, when I was certain he'd had enough, I rolled him off of me, letting his poor, beaten body hit the floor.
"There," I said, as he fell.
"Now, you better start licking my shoes, or I'll really let you have it...."
He wasted no time....
He looked so silly in his shirt and tie, and shoes, and socks....
And now, he was hungrily going after my foot, licking at my pointy heels, taking it all the way into his mouth and sucking on it ... like the good little boy that he was....
And now, he was licking the top of it ... going on to my stockinged legs, working his way up.
I spread for him, giving him a perfect view of my pussy.
No panties, of course. that wouldn't do in this scene....
Now, I wanted him to concentrate on my thighs.
He showered me with kisses, as if he were thanking me for the beating I'd given him.
Like a good little boy sucking up to his mother after punishment.
I liked that. I liked it a lot.
Now, though, I wanted him to really start to work.
I spread my legs as far as I could get them, and grabbed-him by the hairs of his head, yanking him right up to my cunt.
Where I mashed his face into it.
I made him suck at me for all he was worth....
I made him take it in his lips, and shove his tongue deep inside of me....
"That's right ... deep ... give me your tongue ... deep ... you little sucker you ... you're a cunt sucker ... and you're going to swallow every drop that you make me come...."
He was going wild now, lapping and sucking at me, trying to have me come....
Which both of us wanted very much.
Now, as he continued to do me, I could tell that I was going to come soon.
I could feel him starting to get ready to have me....
And then, I felt my juices spending, all the way down the side of my thighs, and all over his face.
He took it well, I will say that for him.
He let me shoot all over him, and he tried to get as much into his mouth as he could.
He was a very good sport ... and I loved that....
Now, though, there were other things to do ... I stood up and pushed him back on the ground.
"It's time for me to go...."
"No ... please...."
I could tell he was in agony.
Very carefully, I hadn't let him come.
And I knew that his cock was rock hard.
He wanted to come in the worst way.
I held my hand out for my money.
He handed me a hundred dollar bill.
"Please...."
"What do you want, you poor sniveling little man...."
"I'll give you another hundred, if you make me come...." I smiled. I had him.
"All right, but you better pay me first...."
He reached into the pocket of his pants and fished out another hundred.
Now, I told him to sit on the sofa.
I brought a chair over and sat opposite him, with my legs crossed, and my skirt high above my thighs, just covering the pussy he'd spent a C note on for the privilege of making me come.
"Now," I said, languidly, letting my lips stick together....
"Take it in your hand...."
"God...."
"Go on, do it...."
He grabbed his rock hard and pounding cock. He looked down at it, and then back at me.
I shook my head yes.
"You know what you have to do...."
"But ... but...."
"I don't want to hear you talking ... do you understand?"
He shook his head, and in spite of all he felt, he started to work on his own cock, moving it up and down, faster and faster.
"Use your other hand on your balls," I instructed him, and he did as he was told.
Now, he spread his legs wide apart, as his face grew redder and redder, and I knew he was going to come....
I quickly reached for a glass, and held it right in front of his dick....
I meant to catch his every drop....
Now, he threw his head back and opened his mouth and started to come....
He was shooting all over the place ... loving every second of it ... loving the way it was filling up my cup....
He came a full load, I can tell you that ... And then he slumped back in his seat. I wasn't quite through with him ... Now, I walked over to him and made him open his mouth ... "God...."
"Do you want me to use my whip on you again?" He shook his head no....
"All right then, you know what I want you to do ... every drop...." I instructed him...."You have to finish every drop...."
He took the glass in his hands and held it tight, while he drank it down.
Every last drop, just as I'd told him.
Now, when he was finished, I headed for the door.
And this time he didn't dare to stop me.
He knew better.
I was positively exhilarated!
By the time I got home, I was anxious to see my little slave-in-training.
I got to my room and put the light on.
And there she was, just as I'd left her.
"How are you," I said as I sat down....
She groaned.
I knew she'd be aching terribly. I smiled.
"It won't be so bad ... you'll see...." And then I patted her behind ... Hard.
And then a little harder. "No ... please...."
But all she could do was to move her body in what looked to be the most luscious movement ever....
I was really taken with her.
I didn't stop until she was tanned, good and hot!
And then, when I might have done anything I wanted to her, I left her ... just like that.
I took my clothes off and went into the other room, the special guest room, where I prepared myself for bed.
I was going to sleep, and get a good night's rest in.
That was the plan.
Now, as I got ready for bed, I knew that the next day was going to be even more wonderful than today.
I felt a pang of sympathy for Monica.
I knew how difficult it was for her to have to suffer.
The first day was always the worst for a slave. I fell asleep in a basket of bliss. When I awoke, it was bright and early. I did my bathing, and then got ready to see my slave.
She was awake, and quite tamed.
I started to undo her painful hogtie.
She was most submissive and grateful. She knew that I was in total control of her.
Now, I made her take a hot bath, while I sat there and observed her.
When she was finished, I had her dry herself off and present herself to me.
Which meant I wanted her to stand naked before me, and show me her body.
Which she did.
All her private parts.
She was to spread her now bare pussy before my eyes, and then to turn around, bend over and spread the cheeks of her ass-the cheeks which were nicely black and blued-and reveal her asshole to me.
She did that also.
Now, as I had her stand up again, I told her to turn around. She did.
I reached for today's training outfit.
It was a thick leather belt that I put around her waist, making sure that it was just a little too tight for her.
Then, I turned her around and took another belt.
This one attached to the first one, and led directly down between her legs, up around and through to the back, where it was looped over and tied.
"There," I said.
And she was to wear this tight, cutting, chastity-type belt while she did the morning chores ... Including making breakfast for the both of us....
CHAPTER FOUR
After we finished breakfast, I had her wash the kitchen floor, then do my bedroom. Completely.
After which, I was ready for a little more training. To inflict on her.
I made her stand before me, perfectly nude, except for the two belts around her waist and pussy, and had her turn around.
She had such a lovely body.
And she knew that she had to submit to whatever it was I wanted to do to her.
Now, I undid the bottom belt, the one that crossed underneath her, and had her lie on my bed.
She did so, and I took a jar of Vicks Vaporub, that wonderful, awful menthol stimulant, and dipped two fingers into it.
"Bend over," I said to her.
She did so.
I took my fingers, and worked them into her cunny.
I knew the desired effects were going to happen faster than she knew....
Suddenly, she was sighing, and pressing her thighs together.
The stuff was working....
And now, as she was still trying to stop the awful burning sensations, I made her stand up straight and spread her legs.
"God...." she moaned.
I took the bottom leather strap and put it between her legs, pulling it up tight, and then, Instead of attaching it to back belt, I applied a pair of handcuffs on her, leather cuffs, and with a special clamp, put them on the back of the belt.
And tied the bottom strap around that.
Now, she was all set.
I pushed her toward the bed and made her lie down.
Once she was like that, I just watched her.
It didn't take long for her to start to do herself.
She knew just what she had to do in order to stop the now painful itching that I had induced in her.
She began by pulling her hands behind her up, farther up her back body, until it had the effect of jerking the leather strap against her pussy, in effect making her masturbate for me, as best she could.
It wouldn't have mattered if the whole world were watching....
It wouldn't have mattered if her mother were watching....
Nothing mattered at all, save the awful, wonderful sight of her rubbing that belt into her pussy, working herself up to a real frenzy.
"Oohhh ... aaaahh ... it's ... so ... good...."
"You like it," I said, as I continued to stare at her with my arms crossed, watching her helplessly playing with herself.
"I ... I love it...."
"I know you do...."
"I really love it...."
That much was obvious.
She was really getting off on all that I was making her do to herself.
Now, though, she was going out of her mind.
I didn't think she was going to take very much more....
And then she started to cry out....
Cry out and moan ... She was going to come ... She was going to come! And then, it started....
She raised herself up on her knees, put her head down, and just humped the air for all she was worth ... all the while screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs....
Until finally, she was finished....
And when she was I made her stand up.
Even though she was dripping with her own spending, and her thighs were trembling from it all.
Now, as she looked at me, with tears streaming down the side of her face, I made her tell me what she was.
"I'm ... I'm a slave...."
"Whose slave...."
"Yours, mistress...."
"And who do you love...."
Her face tried to smile.
"I love you, mistress...."
"That's right ... and who do you want to be with always...."
"Only you...." I wiped her eyes away.
I kissed her lightly on the lips and informed her that she was to wear the belt the rest of the morning, while I gave her the final treatment.
This was a special operation, one that I'd devised myself and was most anxious to put it into work.
And dear, dear Monica was going to be the first one to try it!
I was beside myself with joy over that!
She was going to be my first guinea pig on the breast baker!
It was a simple device really.
Having her firmly tied down to the bed, I had a candle set next to her head, just above where her outstretched arms were.
Then, I brought a beaker of warm liquid above it, so that the candle would slowly heat it, bringing it to a boil.
Next, a tube came from the beake and was pin-pushed into her left nipple, forcing the hot liquid into it, expanding it and causing her untold joy and torture!
I knew she was frightened by the prospect of all this, but there was nothing the poor dear could do about it.
Nothing!
She was going to have to submit! Softly I stroked her face while I began to operation.
At first she twitched in discomfort, licking her own lips and trying as hard as she could not to move against it....
But then....
Aaahh....
Then she began to realize the incredible intensity of this treatment, and slowly, she surrendered to it, letting her face glaze over with the most contented delight! It was so good ... So hot and so good ... I couldn't get over it!
I had to slide two fingers into my own pussy and work myself off watching her....
Until her tit was swelled to four times the size of the other one.
I thought I'd let her stay like that for awhile, and did, until finally I removed the thing, sending the hot water up from her nipple in high, squirting arcs!
How she came!
How she twisted and shuddered underneath me! I was transported, delighted at the show she was putting on.
I gave her a kiss on her hot eager lips and promised myself a real pleasure at the next training session!
Now, though, it was early afternoon, and I had my first client.
It was a woman.
Fay.
Fay was very interesting.
She was a high-powered TV executive, who loved being dominated by me.
She was a semi-regular who paid an awful lot for my services.
I knew just how to handle her.
As soon as the front door rang, I got up and answered it.
I was well prepared for her.
I had on my best leathers ... a coret that revealed almost but not all of my breasts, my black garter straps that hung down from it, black sheer stockings, and high heeled shoes.
In that way, I was ready for her when she came in.
She looked at me and nearly swooned.
I snapped my fingers.
"On the floor," I said to her, and she immediately dropped to the ground.
"Now, put your hands behind your back.'.' She did as she was told.
I knelt down and began to undo the buttons of her blouse....
In another second I had it off of her....
And her bra, letting her full, delicious breasts fall free.
Now, I could cuff her, keeping her wrists tight behind her back....
Once that was done, it was a simple matter for me, to have her stand.
In fact, I helped her to her feet.
And led her into the dungeon.
There, I attached a collar around her neck that went to the ceiling.
By pulling on a wall lever, I was able to make the collar as taut as I wanted.
In effect, having her standing on her tiptoes....
With her hands behind her back.
Now, in that position, she was absolutely helpless....
Even when I took her out of her skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down. No panties, of course. She was never allowed to wear those. I gave her a quick examination. Her pubic hairs were shaved. She knew that was part of my requirements. She was quite smooth.
And then, I told her I had something special for her.
I left her alone and went to get Monica. I made her get up off the bed and come to me. "I have your first assignment for pleasure," I said to her....
She looked at me quizzically....
"Don't worry ... this is something you're going to enjoy very much ... I promise...."
I made her put on a garter belt made of leather, sheer stockings, and high heels.
I have to admit she looked simply wonderful in that outfit.
And it did something to her disposition.
She became very enamored, very spirited once more.
I liked that.
It meannt that she was becoming more and more the woman that I hoped she would be.
Even after the severe torture that I'd put her through.
Now, though, I led her to the dungeon, where I saw her eyes widen as I displayed my latest victim to her.
"This is Fay," I said in a low voice. "And she needs some discipline ... and you're going to give it to her."
I watched for any sign ... any reaction. And I got one.
I saw her face change, and light up!
Monica was practically salivating at the opportunity to give some back.
She went up to Fay, who was hanging with her hands above her head, standing on her tiptoes, and genlty put a hand on the woman's bottom.
"Who's ... whos' this," Fay said, sounding very much surprised that there was someone else here with us.
"She's going to put you through your paces," I said to her.
Fay's eyes widened, only hers did it in fear.
She didn't like the looks of Monica, particularly that hungry, lusty look.
She sensed, and accurately, that Monica was on fire.
I can tell you that no one is a hotter, more punishing mistress than one who is a slave.
They just can't seem to wait to turn the tables.
Now, as she looked at me, I gave her a nod.
She went to the wall and took down one of the whips that was hanging there.
She chose the riding crop, a long, foot and a half rod with a flat end, and a loop, which she immediately put around her wrist....
Holding that now, she walked slowly around Fay.
It was amazing.
In so short a time, my Monica was becoming quite the dominatrix!
I thought that quite a love thing to see.
I was very proud of myself.
Now, I pulled over a chair and sat down, about three feet in front of the hanging Fay to watch the show.
It was really something to see.
It began with Monica taking the flat end of the crop, and dragging it down the back of her charge.
She did this slowly, agonizingly ... letting the crop tell the story, until the tip was down to the hairless pussy, where it dropped off....
Then she went around to the other side, and did the same thing there, starting at the back of the woman's neck, and letting it go all the way down, to the ankle of Fay's right leg, then back up, and then down the left one.
I could see the effects this was having on Fay, who was keeping her eyes shut tight....
She wasn't into having this kind of torture done on her....
Now, as she stood there. Monica came around top the front, and gently lopped Fay's tits.
She did this by putting the crop underneath first one, then the other, and gently bouncing them ... making sure they felt as good as they were supposed to.
And then, when that was finished, she took the crop and used the tip to push gently into the nipples.
It was lovely!
They got hard immediately, responding to the leather touch.
Now, Fay opened her eyes and stared at Monica.
I knew what she was thinking....
What a beautiful girl!
What a gorgeous creature!
And she was going to have the supreme pleasure of being worked over by her ... and all in front of my eyes....
It was really a lovely sight and thought.
Now, Monica came right up to her charge ... two hairless pussies face to face!
She put her hands on Fay's upper arms, Monica's right hand holding the crop straight up, and smiled at her.
"I'm going to whip you," she said, rather seductively....
Fay didn't say anything.
"Kiss me," Monica whispered, and with that, leaned forward, planting her mouth right on her victim's.
I could tell that tongues were exchanging positions rapidly.
They were both really into it....
I couldn't help but begin to squeeze my own thighs against each other ... making them press my sweet hot pussy, giving me some sort of relief.
I may have even wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I wasn't going to give either one of them the satisfaction of knowing they were driving me crazy.
Instead, I'd just let them do their thing, watch, and decide what to do afterwards....
Now, though, Monica was inspired!
She reached up and took her own full and naked breasts in her hands, and cupped them....
She reached up, having to on her toes just a little to meet Fay, and began to rub nipple to nipple ... up against the tips of Fay's, all the while staring into her face.
It was so clear that Fay was getting turned on by this.
Just the thought of having a perfect stranger working on her must have driver her out of her mind. This continued for a few minutes, until finally, Fay threw her head back and let out a deep sigh "Ooohh...."
"Yes...." Monica said, knowing full well the effects of what she was doing....
"What ... aaahh ... what are you ... oooh...."
She was really loving this!
Now, just as she looked as though she might be coming, Monica stepped back and, with a wicked smile on her face, took one of Fay's breasts in her hand and cupped it from below.
She was really doing a job on Fay's tits.
She showed real promise, not rushing anything, or getting right down to a quick basic fuck.
No, she was into the whole, lovely show....
Of which, unquestionably, she was the star.
Now, as she continued to manipulate Fay's breast, gently massaging it with one hand, she raised the riding crop with the other.
Fay's eyes lit up.
"No ... please ... don't...."
But Monica only smiled.
She watched her victim's face as she raised the crop over her head and brought it down, smack on top of the fondled tit.
SMACK!
"OOOHHH...."
Fay let out a piercing scream ... Her entire body shuddered from the unexpected pain. After being treated in such a loving fashion, she couldn't believe that she was going to be punished like this....
She didn't understand it....
And it hurt so much....
"NO PLEASE ... DON'T," she cried, when she saw Monica, grinning, raise the crop once more ... to do it to her again....
And now, she was going to give it to her again.
Once more she raised the crop, one of the most effective leather punishment, pieces of equipment ... and brought it right down on the lower part of the same tit, this time catching the nipple as well as the firm, fleshy part of the swell itself.
"GOD...." Fay groaned.
She couldn't believe it ... she just couldn't believe all that was happening to her....
She was twitching and turning as she continued to be hit and smacked....
It was an incredible sight.
Now, Monica raised it once again.
"God, no ... no more ... you're killing me...."
"It's lovely," Monica murmured ... "You should see yourself ... each time I administer to you...."
And with that, she hit her two more times, right on the same spot....
SMACK!
SMACK!
The pain was unbearable!
Fay was twisting crazily, from side to side, trying her best not to react, a most futile decision, as she was now starting to break out into a cold sweat.
There was no way she was going to avoid this punishment.
Now, on her tit, there was about a square inch patch of sheer, painful redness, caused by the crop ... I could tell she was really hurting now ... And I loved it!
Next, Monica, after finally letting the beaten tit go, went to the other one....
She raised the crop, and took the soft, yielding breast in her hand....
"Oh ... God ... you're not ... you're not going to.
But it was true.
She was going to....
And she was going to do a full and thorough job ... She began hitting this one, just as she had before ... SMACK! SMACK!
"OHHH ... I CAN'T STAND THIS ... OOOHHH...."
But it didn't deter Monica, who punished that breast until it too, had a glowing patch on it....
"There," she finally said, when she let the crop swing down....
She had done a wonderful job on Fay's tits ... and was quite proud of it....
Now, as she let the crop go, she brought her mouth back to the first one, cupping it in her hands again.
Fay's eyes widened, as the sweat continued to pour down her face.
She was thoroughly confused by the soft loving that Monica gave her.
She opened her wet mouth and took one of the stiff nipples into it, and began to suck on it ... hard ... hard and firmly....
Milking it with her mouth....
And soon, the pain was replaced by the pleasure, as she continued to feel it working on her ... taking her down, making her all hot and wet....
It was an incredible feeling....
Soon, all the horror of the torture was put aside, and she was undulating her hips....
Monica got the message, and so did I....
She wanted her pussy to get some attention.
Monica saw that Fay was ready.
She turned and looked at me.
I nodded my approval, and I couldn't miss the smile that crossed her face....
Now, she took a pillow and dropped it right in front of the dangling Fay.
After which, she lowered herself onto it, by her knees.
This brought her face almost even with Fay's pussy.
She didn't say anything, but gently spread Fay's legs just a little.
There were cuffs on the floor, attached to chains, about 18 inches apart.
I spoke for the first time.
"Use them on her ankles ... that will force her to keep her legs spread...."
Monica obediently attached the cuffs to Fay's legs.
Now, having her spread like this, she put her face up to Fay's crotch, and licked along the tender, bare, shaved skin, just above her pussy....
"Aaaaaahhh...."
I could tell Fay was loving this ... But it wasn't all to be fun and games. Oh no....
Monica had something else in mind.
I leaned forward in my chair to watch.
My legs were still crossed, and my elbow was resting on my thigh, to allow my fist to hold my head up by my chin.
Now, Monica reached for the crop once more.
I smiled.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the tension became simply unbearable, Monica decided it was time to let the punishment continue!
She brought the crop down, right into the hot inner pink part of Fay's pussy!
I'd never seen a woman twist about as much as she did then....
I thought she might pull her ropes right out of the ceiling....
God, it was an incredible sight ... And the screams....
The awful, yet wonderful screams that came out of her....
As if she were going to die....
How it must have hurt ... how it must have really hurt her to feel the sting of the flat leather on the inside of her pussy....
It was an inspired move, and Monica seemed intoxicated by it....
I'd never seen anyone so taken with the way she was being allowed to dominate.
I guess that my initial torturing and hogtying of her had much to do with it.
Nothing will raise a woman's temperature more than being tortured by another woman.
And Fay was a good example.
She was really getting her sexual parts worked over, individually, and quite expertly, by Monica....
She must have been thinking about things like this all the time I'd left her tied up.
It was really quite beautiful.
Again and again now, she brought the crop down on Fay's pussy....
And now the poor girl ... she was soon weeping hysterically, with tears streaming down her face, begging ... pleading with Monica for mercy.
But she wasn't to receive any.
None.
Until two dozen ... can you believe it ... two dozen shots were administered to her.
That would teach her some kind of lesson.
By the time she was finished receiving her punishment, her head was hanging down, and she was weeping uncontrollably.
"That will be enough," I finally said.
After all, I feared that if left alone, Monica might actually kill her!
And enjoy doing it!
It was really quite a show.
People would have willingly paid hundreds of dollars to see it....
Hundreds ... from all over the world....
But the way I had my life arranged, Fay was actually paying me for the privilege of having herself totally humiliated and abused.
Now, as I sat there, I told Monica to come over to me.
She immediately got up off the cushion and came to my side.
"You did well...."
"Thank you, mistress...."
"Go hang the crop up and bring me a dildo from the wall ... you may choose any one you like...."
She smiled. "Oh, thank you mistress...."
She naturally chose the biggest one there was ... a fifteen inch black job, made of hard rubber, and studded with little nipple-like protrusions all over it.
She brought it over to me as I stood up.
"Now," I said, "Put it on me."
She was a little disappointed, I could tell, that she wasn't allowed to wear it herself, as I was sure she would have loved to finish Fay off ... but she was still a slave, and part of being a slave was learning to live with defeat....
Now, though, as I had the thing fitted, and don't think that Monica didn't love having her hands all over my thighs and bottom as she attached the thing, I told her to sit in my chair, the chair that I'd kept warm for her.
She did as she was told ... even though she was very frustrated by having to stop her playing....
Now, I walked over to Fay and grabbed her by the back of her hair, yanking her head up....
"Now, you're going to get a good fucking, you little tramp...."
She looked at me through wet eyes, but said nothing.
She knew better than to question me about anything....
Now, though, I put my mouth on hers and gave her a crushing, ritualistic kiss.
She eagerly returned my lip work, and I could feel her tongue starting to poke it's way through.
That was enough.
That was all that I needed.
Now, as I reached down with my fingers, I could feel the wetness of her pussy, as it dripped all over me....
She was so wet!
Obviously, she had enjoyed being beaten and humiliated in front of me....
That was the whole point!
Now, I opened her pussy and gently inserted the head of my dildo.
Her lips spread open and her tongue came out, as she rolled it slowly from side to side....
This was the part she'd been waiting for ... to be able to feel, again and again, the thrust of my big cock inside her cunny....
And then, I slowly pushed it up....
It felt incredible to her, I knew ... especially with the little nipples all over the thing ... the nipples that made it feel so extra good and warm ... and appealing....
She was going crazy....
Now, it was like she was being scraped on the inside....
It was a special dildo, one I saved for very rare occasions, because it was so pleasurable ... and I thought that only the most deserving slaves should get that much pleasuring....
But Monica had chosen it, so I was required to use it....
Now, as I had the thing almost all the way up, I asked her if she liked it....
I knew she did ... she had to ... but I wanted to hear it from her ... I needed to hear it from her own mouth....
That kind of thing turned me on ... "Yes...." she groaned ... "Oh God ... what you've done ... to me today ... it's so ... oooh ... OOOHH...." She was going crazy....
Now, I wrapped my hands around her body, pressing her tightly to me, and continued to fuck the shit out of her, grinding and scraping her into a sexual frenzy!
It was incredible!
I'd. never seen a woman change so quickly from tears of painful punishment, to the sheer joy of unbridled lust!
She was going to come....
I could tell....
I reached up with one hand and covered her mouth with it....
Making her feel me holding her down ... Making her own breath come choking back and then through her nose ... She was unbelievable ... "Mmmmmffff...."
"Yes, baby ... come for me ... come for me...."
"Mmmfff...."
"Yes...."
"MMMMFFFFF!!!" She was coming!
God, she was spending her juices, and shaking all of her body ... and It seemed for a while that she was really going to go out of her mind!
I held it jammed up jelly tight in her pussy, until finally, she was able to ease up ... and stop her coming....
And just in time.
I thought I was going to go out of my mind from all this....
After all, a woman can only take so much....
So when I pulled it out of her I knew that she was just about all fucked and punished out.
"I'm going to let you go now...."
She was too woozy to respond, but I knew that she was grateful....
How could she not be....
I'd given her the best time of her life....
Now, as I undid her, I knew that Monica was watching, fascinated, at all that I'd done....
Now, as I helped her down and let her get dressed, I went over to my personal, private slave-for-life.
"You were wonderful...."
She smiled. "Thank you, mistress ... I'm sure it is because I'm your slave...." How right she was!
And then, finally, when Fay came out, she said goodbye to me, and then to Monica, giving her a look that was unmistakable.
She really wanted to fuck her!
Monica sucked in her cheeks and looked at the woman, as if to say that she should be ashamed of herself.
Now, we were alone.
"I'm going to reward you," I said to Monica, "For being such a good slave...." She smiled.
I took her by the hand and led her over to the wooden horse I had in the dungeon.
I had something special in store for her, especially since her left tit was still swollen from all she'd had to take the day before.
"Get on that," I said to her.
She did as she was told.
She straddled the thing, her naked body looking wonderful as I fixed her hands to the front part of it, down the sides.
I did the same thing with her feet, also attaching them to the front part.
In that way, she was completely helpless.
Her ass was resting on what seemed to be a bicycle seat, which had the effect of lifting it and spreading it a little.
Now, I came around to the front and looked at her. "Comfortable," I asked. , "Yes...." she said.
I could tell that she was a little apprehensive at being made so vulnerable.
Now, she looked at me, and tried to tell me, through the expression on her face, how hot she was....
It was something to see, all right....
She was on fire, obviously, from all that she'd done to Fay.
And she'd had no way to get off, wheras I'd done Fay the supreme favor of doing it for her.
Now, though, it was her turn.
First, I decied to massage that tit of hers, until I could hear the audible groans coming from her.
That didn't take very long!
Now, she was ready, I knew for the next stage.
I took her nipple and began to massage it deeply, until finally, when I could hear her begging for relief, I took the long, thin needles and inserted them directly through her nipples.
Oh!
How she screamed!
How she lunged it for me!
And yes, even while she was doing that, her nipple began to lactate, letting out some of the warm cooked fluid that I'd forced her to take the day before!
I watched, fascinated as her entire body broke a sweat, leaving her glistenting and twisting.
The poor girl ... every time she thought she was finished, there was something new for her....
She was only being rewarded for her nice participation!
"Just relax," I said softly ... She was really in no position to argue ... Now, having her like this, I got my special, gold vibrator.
It was a good one ... silent but deadly, and very, very powerful.
It was a conventional vibrator, shaped like a penis, sheathed in plastic.
I took it and a jar of Vicks balm.
Vicks is the preferred lubricant, because of it's mentholatum qualities.
If you've never tried it, let me recommend it.
It's far more powerful and aphrodisiacal than ordinary vaseline.
And less messy.
Now, though, I greased the thing up, and began to run it along the back of Monica's thighs.
The effect on her was immediate.
Her body jerked to attention, and suddenly, she was straining at her bonds.
"OOOHH...."
She loved it!
She just loved it!
It was so perfect to see....
Now, as I worked her over, I could see and feel her going crazy....
She was loving the way I was working on her ... loved it....
And simply couldn't get enough.
And this was only on her thighs ... "You like it?"
"Yes...." she said, in an almost aching tone of voice.
She was going crazy ... She was loving it!
Now, as I continued to apply the vibrator to her thighs, I leaned over and kissed her elevated ass, letting my tongue play all along her crack, un I came to her hot little asshole.
To which I jammed my tongue in!
Hard and straight.
She was in such a spread position, that her muscles easily gave in to my pressure....
And then, she was sighing and cooing with delight as I gave her an anal tongue bath the likes of which she'd never had before....
She was really loving it....
Really loving the way I was working on her....
And then, when I took my mouth away, I asked her if she was ready..
She knew what I was talking about.
"Yes...." she said.
She knew!
Now, I re-greased the vibrator, and using my palm to steady her ass, by resting it on one cheek,' I slowly began to push the thing right up inside of her....
It was an incredible feeling....
She was starting to respond to the touch and feel of it ... starting to really go out of her mind.
Slowly, inch by inch, I shoved it further and deeper into her....
"There," I whispered, as I kicked it into high....
"No ... no ... no ... no ... ooohhhh . ... ppplease ... no...." It was so incredible!
I'd never seen anyone take it so good ... the way she did....
She was going nuts....
She was receiving sensations that were driving her absolutely out of her mind ... And me too!
I loved fucking her this way. I was inspired.
I held on to the vibrator, and slowly twisted it, as I pulled it out and pushed it back in....
I worked it around, clockwise, slowly spreading her asshole, marveling at how wide and open it could get....
And this was still not the end....
Now, I took another vibrator, and greased that one too, by dipping it into the jar, while still holding this one in her ass....
"God...." she moaned, over and over ... "God ... no ... no ... oooohhh...."
Then, I pushed that one up her cunt!
Now, I had vibrators sticking out of both of her holes, at the same time, working them in and out of her with a lovely rhythm....
She was going to lose it, I thought ... her screams were piercing ... and unbelievable....
I was filled with precious joy as I watched her respond....
Her body went through a series of moves that I was sure she was embarrassed that I, or anyone, would see....
She twisted and turned and jumped and fell and all but knocked the wooden horse right over on it's side, the way she was moving....
I couldn't believe it....
I just couldn't believe it....
Now, I shoved the first vibrator all the way up her ass, and held it there, while I did the same thing with the other one....
All that was visible now were the two ends, and her ass began to vibrate visibly....
I loved it!
I just loved it!
I knew she was coming ... I could see it ... and I could hear it....
"OOH ... GOD ... GOD.. GOD ... I'M COMING.. I'M COMING ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... OOOH ... GOD. I'M COMING...."
And she spent more she'd ever spent before....
It was incredible.
I gave her a good half-hour of this, making her spend almost at will, until finally, I took the things out of her ass and let her relax....
After all, there was only so much she was going to be able to take....
When I slowly removed them, her sighs of relief were so delicious to hear!
"Yes, baby ... yes...." I said to her, knowing how good that must have felt....
Finally, she was finished....
I let her rest on the horse for a while, while I fixed myself a drink....
Now, when that was done, I came back to her.
She was still breathing heavily....
I went around to the front.
"Did you like that?"
"God...."
"I know ... it was so good...."
"Yes...."
"What are you?"
"Your slave...." I laughed.
"And do you want me to set you free? I will, right now, if that's what you want ... right this second, you can walk out the door and never come back...."
"No...." she said, without even a moment's thought.
That was it.
She was mine now.
Completely mine!
And would be that way from now on.
I stroked the side of her face.
"My slave ... Monica, my pretty slave...."
She looked at me, her face still red, and smiled....
"Tonight, we're going to go out ... you and I ... and do some luscious things...."
I could tell by her eyes she was turned on by that very thought.
It was late in the afternoon, and I'd dismissed my latest victim.
I'd allowed Monica to rest in the bedroom, for the first time without shackles.
Now, it was time for us to get ready.
I had her draw baths for the both of us.
When that was finished, she was ordered to put on the most outrageous black outfit....
And I did also, putting mine on....
Now that that was finished, we were ready to move.
She looked incredible.
Her gorgeous blonde hair was dazzling....
And her complexion was even more beautiful than it was when she'd first come to me.
That was all due to the training she was receiving....
There was no question about that.
We were about ready to leave.
I fixed us both a martini and had her drink up.
Now, both of us relaxed, we headed out the door.
It was a marvelous night out.
The stars were shining, and their was the faintest chill in the air. Lovely.
We hailed a cab and went downtown, to the Waldorf.
I explained to Monica that the Waldorf was a prime spot, because it was realy filled with the most monied people.
Now that we had our locale, I instructed her as to how we were going to work the room.
"I'm going to select one man...."
She looked at me.
"That's right ... a man...."
She didn't say anything.
Although it was obvious the thought made her a little nervous.
Well, that was all right.
She could deal with it, I was sure....
"We'll select a man, make sure that he has enough money to please us, and then take him home ... to do a number on him...."
I put a hand on her hot knee.
"Don't worry ... you'll really enjoy this...."
She looked at me as if to say she hoped so ... she really hoped so....
Now, as we pulled up to the famous hotel, I paid the driver and we got out.
We walked through the regal lobby, to the back bar, the elegant green bar, where the men were sure to be drinking.
"Just go up to the bar and order a martini," I said to Monica ... "I'll join you in a few minutes...."
She did as she was told.
Now, after making believe that we didn't know each other, I watched her as she went to the bar and did as she was told.
The bartender set her up, and I watched as she sipped at her drink.
Then, I sat down, two stools away, and ordered a drink for myself.
When it came. I put some money on the bar, and sipped mine also.
It didn't take long.
My first and prime candidate came sauntering into the room.
He was a very tall, good-looking type, wearing money all over himself.
I liked that.
I liked the way he looked ... the way he spoke ... the way he walked.
And I could tell from the cut of his clothes, that he was in some fine kind of condition ... and that he would make a terrific slave....
He sat down between us.
Clever fellow.
He ordered a scotch, and waited. Then, he turned to Monica ... "Lovely night, isn't it...."
CHAPTER SIX
His name was Bud. Funny name for a grown man, I thought to myself.
"What's the matter," Bud finally said. "Cat's got your tongue?"
"No, I do...."
He turned and looked at me. I could tell in that one flash of his eyes that he liked what he saw. "I don't understand," he said.
"It's simple ... she's my slave, and not allowed to talk without my permission...."
He looked at me, and then back at her. And then at me again. "What do you mean, she's your slave...."
"Really, it's quite simple ... she's my sex slave...."
He smiled. "No kidding...."
"No ... I wouldn't kid about something like that ... right, Alicia...."
"That's correct, mistress...."
The sound of her voice verified what I was saying....
"And then, you mean, that you two...." I shook my head. He smiled. "Well, I'll be...."
"You might be...."
I moved over to the seat next to his, and put my hand on his knee ... "You can have her ... you know...."
"Really...."
"If the price is right...."
"Well, she's a slave ... what if I wanted her to ... make me her slave?" He was smart, this one.
He knew there was no way I was going to let him have her ... no matter what the price ... I smiled.
"Well, there is, of course, a fee...."
"Name it...." So I did.
I decided he could afford it. "Two hundred dollars."
He reached into his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollar bills, without batting an eyelash I liked that. Real style.
He handed them to me and I put them in my purse.
"Bud, you've just become a slave for a little while ... and Monica here is going to dominate you...."
I licked at my lips.
"In a way that you've never been dominated before...."
"I can hardly wait...." He'd eat those words. I was sure.
We all finished our drinks and then got back into a cab, headed for my place.
We said nothing on the way up, although I noticed that Bud couldn't take his eyes off Monica, who all the while just stared forward, a hot smile on her face.
We arrived at the house.
We all got out and I paid the bill.
Now, upstairs, I let them in, and as soon as I was inside, I told Bud to stand perfectly still.
Right there in the living room.
He did.
"Now, Monica, take off his clothes...."
She smiled and voraciously attacked him, ripping at his suit and tie, taking his buttons off and pulling his shirt down....
He stood and took it, loving the fact that this beautiful blond was attacking him with such ferocity.
When she had him completely stripped, so that his big cock was dangling in front of him, I told him to put his hands behind his back.
He did, and I handed Monica the rope.
"Tie him up," I said to her.
I could see the smile on Bud's face.
He was really happy about this.
Now, with his hands tied, securely, Monica came around to the front and looked at me.
"I think he's ready for ... the back room...."
"I think so too...."
She reached down and took his cock in her hands ... leading him to the back.
Being held like this, he was in no position not to follow her exactly.
When we were in the dungeon, I noticed that he'd gotten very hard.
I told Monica to take her hands off him.
She did, and I gave him a swift chop with my fingers, right down the side of his cock....
He jumped, and I knew that I had him....
He looked at me, as his cock went into recumbr-ance.
Now, as he stood there, I took Monica aside. "Do you want to use the vibrator on him?"
"Yes...." she said excitedly. "Oh, yes...." I smiled.
"Go ahead then ... he's yours...."
Her eyes widened with excitement.
"On the floor, please," she said to him.
He got down, and she told him to bring his knees up, and to keep his head down.
In this position, she reached for one of the leather collars and fitted it around his neck.
Having done this, she used the silken cords to tied his knees up, so that his legs were permanently bent.
In this position, with the cords around his thighs and calves, it was a simple thing to get the collar tied to his knees.
Now, she patted his ass and told him to lift it.
He did.
It was a marvelous sight. I was sitting in my usual chair, observing the scene.
It was obvious that Monica knew exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Now, she reached for the vibrators, and put them down next to her.
The first thing she did was to take the jar of Vicks, and rub it all over the first vibrator.
Without saying anything, she clicked it on and began to rub it all over his ass....
He knew then he was really going to get it!
I watched, fascinated, as she continued to work on him....
She let it roam all over, and when she was finished ... she used the fingers of her one hand to spread open his asshole.
"Oohhh," he moaned.
She smiled at me, and then put the very tip of the vibrator right up against his ass. What a difference.
His body bucked, as if he were riding a wild stallion.
"Try to take it," she said to him, pushing the thing all the way in.
The Vicks made it an easy thing to do.
Now, as she held it inside of him, she could hear him moaning and groaning with it....
"Ooohh ... God ... God ... that's so ... that's so...."
"Yes, baby ... yes...."
Now, she started fucking his ass with the vibrator, moving it in and out, letting him get the feel of what was being done to him....
And he loved it....
God, how he loved it.
He put on a show for us with his ass that was just unbelievable....
He was moving it around and really doing a number ... and I thought he was going to come, right then and there ... And so did Monica....
Which is why she took the rubber thong, the thin piece of elastic, and began to wind it around his balls....
She was going to cut off his supply, and prolong his orgasm....
She wrapped the rubber around his balls, extra tight, and I could tell from the way he was moving about, that this must have really hurt.
Next, she reached under and pulled his cock backwards, between his legs.
In this position, she had it facing straight down, and then, she pulled it even farther ... so that it was pointing towards her....
This had the effect of putting his balls on top of his cock....
This balls that were tied and bound in rubber....
Now, she continued to rub them lightly, with the nails of her hand.
She looked at me and smiled.
She was having such a good time!
And that made me very happy.
I always liked to see my slaves enjoying themselves, especially at the expense of a man!
Now, though, she began in earnest to really get down on him....
She was torturing his prick with her fingers, and plucking lightly at his balls ... and then, she reached for the other vibrator.
Now, with one still buried in his ass, and being held there by her upper wrists, while she manipulated his genitals, she took the other one and began to play it up and down the length of his cock....
Oh, he he squirmed and squealed.
It's not secret that men are all slaves ... slaves to their genitals....
Slaves to the one thing they can't control ... their addiction to sex....
And so when a woman works a guy up in this fashion, she will always have him in her complete control.
That's the name of the game.
Control.
You have to control slaves. And make them depend upon you for their sexuality....
It's the only thing that works....
Now, as Monica methodically applied the vibrator to his cock, I could see that she was just about to do a job on his balls.
She held the thing almost, but not quite up against them, and then, lowered the buzzer on to them.
I thought Bud was going to go crazy.
She held him tight, firmly in her grasp, her fingers around his balls, as she worked him over....
She was relentless, and really did a job on him....
Now, as she continued to buzz him, even though his cock was stiff and bent around, and his balls were bound, he was going to come.
She knew it, I knew it, and he knew it.
And that only drove Monica harder.
She wanted to see if she could bring him off this way.
She really wanted him to come.
And I think he really wanted to come for her.
So he moved his hips faster and faster, and before either of us knew what was happening, he began to shoot a hot, heavy load.
"Oh...." she said, somewhat surprised as he started to come....
Now, she took his cock and moved her hand along the shaft, making him come long and hard, and whimpering as he did so....
It was an exquisite orgasm!
Monica managed to catch most of it in her palm, and began to rub the stuff into his ass....
And then, she let her palm off the back of the vibrator that was up there.
Amazingly, he squeezed it out himself, as if he were taking a shit....
I was most impressed.
She was working him with all the skills of a surgeon....
And now, I was curious to see what she had in mind for him next.
She asked me to get her a whip. When he heard that, he shuddered, and wished that he could get free.
I could see him straining at his leashes ... "Please ... please...."
But she didn't respond to his begging at all.
Instead, she slipped her thighs under his extended ass, so that his balls were resting just over the edge.
I went to the wall and got a short, sharp paddle type job, something like a ping-pong paddle, only slimmer, and made of hard black rubber.
"Use this on him," I said to her, and she giggled.
"Yes ... that'll do just fine...."
She then put her arm around his waist, just above his ass, and held it therev while she gently stroked his bottom with the paddle.
"No ... please ... any thing but that ... anything...."
It was no use....
He was going to get it ... and rough, too.
She was no pushover, this young lady.
She'd been through enough to know that begging didn't help at all.
Now, she took the paddle, and let it go lower, until it was resting on his red, still-bound balls.
"Noo...." he wailed.
And then, she lifted the thing, and with a hard smack, came right down on them! I couldn't believe it!
It was a very severe form of torture, much worse than punishing a prick. Much worse....
He jerked his body, as if he were being fed jolts of electricity....
She waited, still holding him in her arms, until he was completely calm, and then she gave it to him once more....
Harder this time....
Harder and more severe....
She hit him with a pounding blow, smack on his balls....
"JESUS CHRIST, NO...."
He was screaming now, and soon would beging weeping.
And that's when Monica really got serious about her punishment. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She was blistering him ... brutalizing him ... and there was on way that I could stop it....
There was a look on her face that was an angry combination of fury and retribution....
Perhaps there was a man she was thinking of ... perhaps somewhere in her past a man had abused her to the point of driving her into a state where she needed to be punished, over and over....
Whatever the reason, she soon had him whimpering ... and loving the way he was being fucked by her ... With her paddle.
As if to relieve him, at least temporarily, from the excruciating pain she was inflicting, she began to work on his ass.
She did each cheek, giving him a half a dozen hard slaps with the thing.
Let me tell you, there's no pain quite like that of a rubber and leather paddle on your ass....
Just ask me, I can tell you.
And poor Bud....
He'd paid so much money to be beaten up. Those business executives ... I love em!
Now, though, when she felt he was relaxing, just a bit, she raised the paddle and began once more to inflict severe damage on his balls.
He began to scream and yelp all over again....
"NO ... NO ... OOOHH GOD ... NO...."
She hit him and hit him and hit him ... until finally, if only because her hand was getting tired, she stopped....
And rolled him over, so that now he was on his back ... his legs still bound to his neck....
She got a knife and cut him loose....
Immediately, his body unfolded, and he lay stretched out on the floor.
But not for long.
She had other plans for him yet.
She made him sit up, and he did so.
Now, she went and got the small stool at the other end of the room.
She put her lovely bottom on it, and grabbed him by the ears, dragging him over to her body with her hands ... until he was kneeling in front of her....
"I'm going to take you around the world," she said to him.
Which meant she was going to make him lick and suck every part of her body, saving her pussy for the last.
"Stick your tongue out," she said to him.
He did as he was told.
Now, she lifted her foot and made him put it in her mouth....
"Start licking...."
He didn't have to be told twice.
With his hands still behind his back, he continued to lick at her feet, until each toe was completely covered with a patina of his saliva.
Next, she made him to her calves, and then her thighs.
She was being worshipped by his mouth, which was just what she wanted from him.
After having beat the shit out of him, she was making him kiss her all over ... thanking her for her supreme torture.
Now, she made him do her stomach, and as he did so she grabbed his ears, hard, and began to force him down to her pussy, where she was going to have him eat her out.
She kept her gorgeous thighs completely spread, and held him firmly around his lobes, while she told him to get busy and make sure his tongue did a good job on her.
"Otherwise, I'm going to use that paddle on your balls again, and this time I won't be so easy...."
So easy!
She'd practically killed him the last time....
Now, though, he eagerly went after her cunny.
It was, of course, dripping with lust ... and really needing a hard tongue up there....
Which he was more than happy to supply....
She watched him as he licked and sucked at hit, until finally, she thought she was going to go crazy from it....
She lifted her legs, and as she continued to make him eat her, I could tell that she was going to come....
She turned her head to one side, opened her mouth, and let out a long, sensual growl ... as she started to buck her hips....
All the while keeping his head buried in her pussy....
And then, finally, she was coming ... Spending....
Sending her juices right down the front of his face....
All the way to his neck ... She was loving it ... And so was he ... And so was I ... And she made him keep it up until he'd gotten every drop....
And only then did she let him fall back ... "I'm finished with him," she said, haughtily. I smiled.
"I guess so," I said.
I went to him and used my knife to cut off the rest of his bonds.
Including the rubber around his balls.
He was practically gone.
He couldn't move a muscle.
She'd really done a number on him.
Now, as she watched, I helped him to his feet and led him back to the outer room, where he put his clothes on, and feebly left.
When he did, I leaned up against the wall and laughed!
What a peformance!
She'd really done a number on him.
I went back inside.
Monica was stretching ... obviously, she 'd done a hard night's work. "That was lovely," I said to her. She smiled.
"Thank you, mistress...."
"I think you should get yourself cleaned up...." She did as she was told ... And then she was back with me, and I led her to bed.
I was going to tie her down for the night in a very special way!
First, I made her wear a very special earring in her left ear, so that a thin nylon thread could be attached through it.
Once this was sone, it was easy to attach the other end to her nipple, in effect, causing her keep her head and body twisted to one side.
This wasn't that painful at first, although I well knew the effects of prolonged positioning like this.
Secondly, I entwined her hand through her bent wrist, and tied it in such a way that it was locked in like that by the benefit of the thumb lock I had put on her.
Now, with that in place, I attached another device, this one a labia grabber, so that her pussy had to be stretched.
Let her try to sleep like that!
Her beautiful blonde hair was once again drenched with sweat, as I made her lie back and try to relax....
I wanted her to get a good night's sleep. The weekend was shaping up as a busy one, and we'd need all the relaxation we could get ... I wondered at that moment if I was punishing her enough....
She certainly needed it....
There was no question about that....
She didn't say anything.
She just moaned and winced whenever her body moved the wrong way....
Or the right way, if you will....
Monica was just the best slave I'd ever had!
And I promised myself that on the morrow she'd have the kind of treatment she'd remember for the rest of her luscious life!
And me too!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day began bright and early.
I removed the clamps and thread, causing her to burst into tears of relief.
But that relief wasn't going to last long. believe she was surprised at the efficiency at which I shackled her to the wall.
She must have thought that her training was over, and that was her new chores were consisted of punishment my male clients.
Far from it.
I was still very much into taking it out on her.
And knew just how to do it the best.
It was something I would never tire of ... torturing her ... teaching her the inner thrill of being my slave....
Now, though, the time was right for me to start to work on her.
I had something very special planned.
But first, to put her into the mood, I thought a little whipping of that luscious bottom was in order.
I petted it.
"You have such a sweet ass," I said to her. "Thank you, mistress," she said, with a definite hesitation in her voice.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to it...."
"No...."
"What do you think?"
"I ... I ... don't know, mistress...."
"I'm going to whip it...."
"Ooohh...."
"You want me to, don't you...."
"No...."
That got her a hard smack on her bottom. "Yes...." she said, quickly changing her tune. Now, I asked her once more what I was going to do....
"Whip my ass," she said quickly.
"That's right ... I'm going to whip your ass...."
With that, I went to the wall and took down my hardest, longest, least malleable whip.
I wanted her to feel it ... hard and swift against her cheeks....
I was really going to do a number on her.
"Now," I said, the lust in my voice quite obvious ... "What am I going to do to you...."
"You're ... going to whip me...." she said, so softly I could hardly hear her....
"That's right...."
"Please...." she said.
"Please what...."
"Please whip me ... hard ... as hard as you can...."
That really set me on fire.
She wanted it.
That much was obvious.
And she was going to get it!
Now, I held the whip behind my ear, and gave her the first shot, smack across her ass, as hard as Martina Navratilova returning a service!
She jumped ... oh, how she jumped, right into the wall....
Which was the purpose of this particular form of torture....
I wanted her up against the wall, backwards like this, so there was little room for her to move....
And now, I let her have another series of blows ... each one harder than the other, until her bottom, which had all but healed from that first night, was beginning to show streaks of blood coming down it....
Oh, how she twisted and turned, and cried out....
But that was only the beginning....
Now, I intended to work down each of her legs, giving her a complete tanning with my whip!
I started on her left leg, working all the way down it, hitting her over and over again with the thing, bring it down, harder each time, on the back of her thighs....
"JESUS ... YOU'RE KILLING ME ... YOU'RE KILLING ME ... OOOOHH. ... YOU' RE ... KILLING ME,."
And she was right, of course....
I was killing her.
That was the whole purpose....
If she didn't feel that way, my efforts would be wasted on her....
And then, when I knew she couldn't take it anymore, I continued to work on her ... to work all the way down her leg....
You should have seen the way she squirmed when I got to her calf....
She cried out, and thew her head back....
"You're ... SO CRUEL...." she cried out, which only made me work that much harder.
I alternated the rhythm of my smackings ... hitting her harder and softer, as I went along....
I couldn't believe it....
The way she was responding to it....
I thought she was going to go crazy!
And when I stopped, I went up to her and put my arms around her waist, and hugged her....
"It's so good," I said....
"It hurts so much ... so much...."
Her tears were welling up in her eyes....
"I know ... but that's what's so beautiful about it...."
"I can't ... please ... I can't take anymore...."
"Yes you can," I said to her ... "You can take lots more ... I still have to do your other leg...." ... "Please...."
"You know that begging won't help ... you know that...."
And so I let her go, and went for the whip again, to do her right leg.
I did her slowly, tantalizingly, until finally, it matched in color and bruises, her left one.
She was really blistered now ... very much so, and the color of her ass was a sight for my eyes.
I put the whip down.
"Now, darling, I 've got something special for you...."
She shuddered.
She was litereally hanging off the wall by her wrists, not being able to take much more of this ... And I knew that the best was yet to come. I went to the small stove I had at one end of the dungeon.
I used it to keep the place warm.
And now, it was well stoked.
So much so, that when I reached for the iron and put it in, I knew that it would only have to be there for a short time....
Before it was ready.
I waited.
Monica watched, with fear in her eyes, over her shoulder, as I pulled the thing out. "What ... what are you...."
"I'm going to brand you," I said to her. "NO ... NOOOOO...."
She was wailing now, and yanking at her bonds.
She couldn't believe what I was going to do.
I was going to give her my mark ... my initials ... right on her bottom!
I smoothed it all over, knowing that she was trembling and hysterical now ... and told her to try to think about something else, that this was going to hurt, and that I didn't want he to be in too much pain....
And then, I pushed the thing right on her skin. Well, what can I tell you ... I never heard anyone scream so loudly in all my life....
She was nealy incoherent, with tears all over the place, and a trembling, sobbing body that was so delicious to watch!
I removed the brand, and watched her ass smoking all around it. And she was mine. Just that way. Branded for life.
I had to give her some time to recover.
Even I couldn't be that cruel.
She was weeping now, and I could tell that I'd really burned her deep.
I could smell her flesh turning to ash now....
She was hurting very badly.
I took some salve and rubbed it on her....
When she was finally able to talk, she did so in a sobbing, choked off manner.
"My ass ... my beautiful ass...."
She was right about that.
It would never be the same.
Never.
It was mine now, and would stay that way.
She'd taken her punishment well, I thought.
But she'd lost the smooth delicious innocence her ass promised whomever was lucky enough to get down there.
But what did she think?
Being my slave was a cup of tea?
It was an honor to be my slave....
It was a position many women would have killed for.
She was the lucky one....
The chosen one....
And that was the way I liked it....
And she would learn to live with her brand.
That's the way life it.
You learn to live with things....
And now, as I undid her shackles, she collapsed, into a dead faint in my arms.
When she awoke, she was tied to a chair in a most delightful way.
Her wrists were bound to the armrests, in such a way that her thighs, which were spread and lapped over the ends, crossed above her arms.
Her ankles were bound to the sides....
She was really looking wonderful now.
I'd taken all her clothes off her in the interim ... so that she was glorious naked, and spread before me, her charms exposed in the most delightful way....
"Now," I said to her, as she came to ... "I hope you're feeling better...."
I'd put a soft cushion on the chair, so her bottom could rest on it.
So don't anyone tell me that I was too cruel!
She looked at me.
Her face was drained.
She'd been put through the mill all right....
"I'm fine," she said to me ... "Just fine...."
There was a numbness in her voice that was really something....
She'd gotten her fill all right.
But now, I was ready for the final moment ... the final thing that would make her always know she was my slave.
I stood in front of her.
"I'm going to finish you now...."
She looked at me, pleadingly, with her eyes.
No more, they seemed to say.
Please ... no more...."
But that was to be.
I had to give her more.
I just had to.
I went and got my scissors. She gasped!
She had no idea what was going to happen next.
I made her get on the champagne crate in the bedroom, covered only with athin sheet.
Like that, and with the special long socks I made her wear, she was soon tied so that her legs and hands were together, wrist to ankle.
She no longer even thought about struggling, or trying to get away from me.
She knew that I was going to do with her what I wished, and that that was the way it was going to have to be.
Fine.
She wasn't sure what was coming, except just then, my friend, should I say, our friend, Fay, from the other night entered, totally naked, and with a fire on her face that was enough to send a chill through poor Monica's face. "What ... what...."
"Shhhh...." was all I said as I began to attach the mask to her face!
She was confused, poor dear, but she didn't try to fight me.
She was frightened and I'm sure the heat from her branding was still effecting her.
Now, though, the mask was firmly in place.
It was a funnel job so that whatever was poured into it went right down her throat.
Her lips were all around the bottom bend of the funnel, allowing her no leeway at all ... she'd have to swallow every last drop.
Of Fay's pee!
I was transported with pleasure as Fay, with a sly grin on her face, a grin that only revenge can produce, got on top of the crate, straddling the bitch, and, leaning against the wall, began to pee into the funnel!
Oh, how that made Monica crazy!
Over and over again, she squimed and blushed, as she was forced to drink down Fay's pee!
But the best part of all was the two foot, four inch wide dildo I was strapping on me, complete with hanging black balls.
She knew now that her spread legs were going to give me a perfect target....
I was going to fuck the shit out of this bitch while
ay, whom I'd forced to drink three quarts of beer moments before entering the room, continued to wash down Monica's throat! How I fucked her!
Over and over and over, her muffled cries sending me into the most intense orgasms, as I continued to work her out!
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I was finished with her. I dismissed Fay, telling her she could wait in the other room.
As for Monica, when I removed the mask, she didn't say anything but her tears, as they tracked down the side of her face, said it all....
She was getting a real workout from me today.
She was really being tortured.
I loved it!
God, how I loved it!
Now, I took a whip and waved it on in front of her face. She moaned.
Before she had a chance to respond beyond that, I started to buzz down her pubic hair with a razoe, back to the peach fuzz I liked to keep her at.
I did long tracks, going from the front to the back, and making sure that I did a thorough job.
Now, her pussy was once again bald....
And still, I wasn't finished.
She was crying openly, weeping hysterically, knowing that it would take weeks for her to get her hair back the way it was just a few minutes earlier.
When I finished, I took a warm towel and let it rest on her cunny.
I didn't want her to think I was going to do a poor job.
"Why," she finally sobbed.
"Because," I said to her.
"Because you have to be always reminded that you're a slave ... that' you're a slave for life ... that you're my slave, and that I do everything to you that I do only out of love ... only out of a deep love for you...."
"It's so hard," she moaned ... "So hard for me to understand...."
"I know...." I said, brushing her tears away ... "But you will, one day ... you'll understand and thank me for all of this...."
She looked at me.
I know what she wanted to say.
No I won't. I'll never thank you for this ... I'll never forgive you for this....
But she didn't dare.
She knew what the consequences would be if she did....
She knew only too well....
And then, finally, I was finished with her.
But I wasn't going to let her up.
"You have to be put on the trainer," I said to her.
She didn't respond.
I got the face mask back.
I started to put it on her, even as I could hear her moaning and sighing.
"Open your mouth," I said.
She did so, and I put the thing back on her.
Now, I did the rest of the snaps, making sure that she was wearing the thing on her head, tightly, neatly....
And I stepped back.
I got out my camera.
I simply had to record this.
It was too good to pass up.
So I walked around her, snapping pictures of the way she looked.
She just stayed the way she was, unable to speak now, or move, from the way I'd bound her.
And then I was finished.
I told her she was going to be left like that for awhile.
No response, of course....
And then, I left her.
I went back to my bedroom.
I needed a rest.
I lay down for a while, until the evening. When I woke up, I was completely refreshed. There was nothing quite as exhilerating as doing a slave....
She was such a good one, too. She took all the torture she could.
And I knew that I had been unspeakably cruel to her, but there was nothing I could do about that....
And then, finally, she was ready....
She was ready to devote her life to me.
I knew the effect of what I'd done.
It would make a beauty like her know that there was nothing she could do without me ... that no one would want her now....
That she needed me as much as she loved me.
That was the thing that was so incredible....
That she loved me all the more, no matter how much I tortured her.
Now, I was getting ready to go out.
I thought I might pick up a likely client somewhere, and so a number.
When the phone rang.
I picked it up.
"Hello...."
I shuddered.
It was like a knife going through me! It was Wanda!
Wanda, the only woman I ever even remotely liked!
The only woman who had it over me!
She was the one who'd turned me on to the whole scene, promising me that one day we would live together....
She'd done things to me....
Things that made what I did to Monica look like child's play.
And then she left me! Left me just like that! Cold!
I didn't know what to do!
Suddenly, she was all over my mind!
Why was she calling?
What could she want?
And what could I do about it?
I didn't know....
I wasn't sure....
"Hello," I finally said, back into the phone.
"How are you?"
"I'm ... I'm fine...." I said to her.
"That's good...."
"Where are you?"
"Not too far away...."
"I see...."
"I thought I'd come over and see you...."
"No...."
"Yes...."
I crumbled.
I had no power over her.
She was the best at making me do things....
Of course....
I'd been her slave....
"When," I said.
"In a half hour ... be ready for me...." And then the phone went dead.
I was filled with all kinds of conflicting feelings. I couldn't believe it was her ... after all this time ... And now, as I waited, I became very apprehensive.
What could she want?
What was she going to do to me?
Anything, I knew.
Anything she wanted.
The old feelings were still there.
I was helpless around her....
Utterly helpless....
She was going to do a number on me ... She was going to do a number, and there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it ... I was still a slave at heart. I fixed myself a drink and took it down in one shot. Then another one. I needed it.
I needed to be fortified....
I couldn't take the tension, the waiting....
And then, the buzzer downstairs.
It was her!
She was here!
I took a deep breath, and went to the door. I buzzed her up.
I checked myself in the side mirror. I looked wonderful.
My clothing was well-fitted, a dress that was easily lifted.
I was ready. I hoped.
I heard the soft knock on the door. I opened it and there she was. After all this time. Wanda!
"Come in," I said to her....
She smiled and entered.
"The place still looks good," she said, as she went to the bar and made herself a drink.
"I try to keep it up," I said, as she poured first herself and then me a drink.
"Here," she said, "You look like you could use it...."
"What are you doing here," I asked. "I came to see you...."
"I know that, but...."
"There are no buts ... it's not like we're strangers, you know...."
"I know, but...."
"Please...."
"All right ... all right ... but...."
"I know," she said. "All that went down...."
"Yes ... that's right...."
"I can't explain everything ... things happen...."
"But you left with no words...."
"I had no choice, either ... you've got to believe that...."
I suppose she was right.
I had to believe it. I had no choice, really. None.
Now, as I looked at her, I felt that old warmth coming back to me....
She was going to do a number on me, and I was powerless to stop her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wanda had me.
And, I knew, there was nothing I could do about it.
I was her prisoner for a change, me, the great and all powerful Alice, was going to have to submit to her!
She started to remove my clothes. "I want to see it," she said to me. I knew what she was talking about ... She meant my own brand.
The one I wore on my ass.
The one I'd worn proudly, once upon a time.
Now, as she methodically took all of my clothes off me, until I was down to my nothing, she stared at me, front and back.
Especially back.
"All right," she said, "Let's see what you've got...."
I turned and let her look at the scar.
"It's so beautiful," she said, and she bent down to give it a kiss.
I loved the feel of her lips on it!
I loved the way it tasted.
And then, she was taking me by the hand and leading me back to the bedroom.
She knew where it was.
Of course.
"Get on it," she said to me, and Idid as I was told.
"No, on your stomach...."
I shuddered at her command.
I didn't know what she was going to do to me.
But I could guess.
And it got worse when she made me lift my legs and bend my knees, so that I was giving her my ass, with my face buried in the pillow.
"Now," she said to me ... "I'm going to have to remind you of what it was about me you liked so much.
